**(Prologue)**

"Ah... ahhh... ah... Darling~ Kimiko, it hurts! Ahh... ahhh..."

Inside a dim, humid room, a scene of boundless passion unfolded.

A beautiful woman, her face contorted in an expression caught between ecstasy and torment, swayed her hips with her legs spread wide. Her slick, wet core was being relentlessly impaled by a thick, dark cock.

The man hoisted her thighs high, using his bent knees as leverage. His testicles pressed against the pale curve of her buttocks as he thrust with frantic speed. The rhythmic slapping of skin against skin and the friction of their organs created a continuous, percussive sound, playing out like a decadent, erotic symphony.

"Ee~ ahhh... oh... so good... so good... ahh... ahhh..."

The woman cried out wildly, her eyes rolling back in her head. She reached out to clutch the man as he labored deep inside her, her long legs wrapping lustfully around his waist, their sweat-slicked bodies clinging together in a feverish embrace.

"Huuu... ohhh!!~~"

The sensation within her tender, slippery vagina was overwhelming; the man felt the intense pleasure radiating from his sensitive glans. His heavy, ragged breathing signaled that the explosion was imminent.

In that final, breathless moment...

*Knock, knock, knock!!!*

A sudden, urgent pounding erupted from the bedroom door.

Reflexively, I ripped off my headphones and killed the computer screen. In a frantic blur, I scooped up the shorts scattered beneath my desk and stuffed my erect cock—still wrapped in a wad of tissue—deep into the fabric.

A second after my lightning-fast movements were complete, my mother pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Wei, dinner is ready! You can come down to eat now!"

Sitting at my desk, my back was turned to the door. I didn't dare turn around. Tensing my muscles to suppress the throbbing congestion in my lower half, I tried to respond in what felt like my most composed voice. "Okay, Mom! Just a second, let me just finish this last bit of homework." As I spoke, I feigned a casual turning of the textbook that had been sitting on my desk.

"Mhm..." Mom replied. Then, for some reason, she began to walk slowly toward me.

Listening to the approaching footsteps, I reflexively rubbed my nose. A faint fragrance drifted toward me. In a room heavy with the musk of sweat and semen, my mother’s unique, natural scent felt startlingly clear.

She stood silently beside me. My heart hammered against my ribs; the guilt of what I had just been doing made me incredibly nervous. I stared fixedly at the textbook, terrified that if I dared to turn my head and look her in the eye, she would see exactly what kind of "studying" had been taking place.

*Oh no!* I cried internally. Mom suddenly leaned down, crouching beside the desk. From her vantage point, if she turned her head just an inch toward me, she would surely notice the prominent bulge in my shorts.

Fortunately, she only crouched for a moment before standing back up. Just as I was wondering what she was doing, she smiled and patted my shoulder. In her hand, she held a pair of panties embroidered with a tiny 'Y' symbol.

*Dammit!* In my haste, I had forgotten that a pair of freshly discarded underwear was sitting right under the desk!

"Wei, how many times have I told you?" Mom scolded gently. "Even in your own room, don't just throw your underwear around."

"Sorry, Mom... next time..."

The apology died halfway in my throat. As I turned to look at her, the words vanished.

At home, Mom always dressed quite casually, and though I was used to it, today... she looked different.

She was wearing a simple white T-shirt that struggled to contain her breasts. They were massive, like a prize heifer's, easily a 38F. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and because of the humid weather and the heat from the stove, the sweat-dampened fabric clung tightly to her skin. The two distinct, round protrusions of her nipples were clearly visible, pressing against the fabric less than forty centimeters from my face.

My gaze drifted downward, past her slender waist to her lower half. She was wearing tight grey hot pants. The cotton fabric, soaked with perspiration, had become almost translucent, acting more like underwear than shorts. In her relaxed state, Mom wasn't even wearing panties; the high, damp mound of her crotch was clearly defined, tracing the long, delicate slit of her vulva through the thin cloth.

Looking up, I saw that the underwear in her hand was the very pair that had been draped over my cock just ten minutes ago. An irrational surge of excitement erupted in my gut.

Noticing my expression, Mom seemed to realize something. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks, and she reflexively crossed her arms to cover her chest.

"Anyway, Wei, Mom won't disturb you anymore. Make sure you finish that homework and come down to eat, okay?"

She tossed my underwear into the laundry basket and practically fled the room.

Watching her retreating figure, my perception of the woman I had always revered as a mother shifted entirely. Compared to the actresses in the adult films, Mom was far more beautiful. And her body...

Hungrily inhaling the lingering scent of her body in the room, a terrifying, unprecedented thought took root in my mind.

*Mom... I want you!*

***

**(1)**

My name is Wei, and I’m a high school sophomore.

My grades are average, my looks are ordinary, and at 160cm, I’m a bit short and thin. A boy like me—unremarkable and plain—is a dime a dozen on the street. Naturally, this means I am a pure, inexperienced virgin.

Ever since starting high school, as my body developed, so did my intense fascination with women. "Steamed buns," "strawberries," "abalone"... words that used to be mundane now felt shrouded in mystery and filled with a maddening, delicious temptation.

Consequently, collecting adult videos became my hobby, masturbating became my private specialty, and peeking at female classmates while they changed before gym class became my most "romantic" adventure.

I had spent sixteen years lamenting my unfortunate virginity, until just now, when the realization hit me: I am actually a man blessed by the heavens.

Because I have a beautiful mother.

My mother, Jane, is thirty-eight.

My father passed away in a car accident when I was nine. He was a workaholic who left behind a significant amount of savings and insurance, allowing Mom to raise me and my older sister, Claire, on her own.

For years, Mom remained single. She never remarried, and she rarely ever went on dates. Since Claire graduated high school last year and left for university in another province, it has just been the two of us living together.

Mom is a shrewd woman—at least when it comes to business. She took the inheritance Dad left and made several highly successful investments. I don't know the exact amount, but she doesn't need to work; the monthly interest alone covers all our expenses. I imagine it's quite a lot.

In her private life, however, she is a bit of a scatterbrain. Sometimes she seems a little oblivious, and her casual behavior at home makes it feel as though she still sees me as the little boy who used to nuzzle against her chest. She has no sense of "boundaries" or the need to be guarded around me.

But thanks to that, I finally realized her true charm. Her trust and affection for me... if one were to think more boldly, perhaps her subconscious desire to seduce her own son is why she dresses so provocatively.

I turned back to my computer, put my headphones on, and clicked 'Play.' On the screen, a sultry actress was panting beneath a man.

I watched the actress—who until recently had been my ultimate goddess—with a half-mocking gaze. As my left hand sped up the rhythm of my stroking, her face began to blur, gradually replaced by the exquisite features of my mother.

"Oh... Mom... Mom... ah... I love you, Mom!!"

My palm, gripping the tip through the tissue, tightened. A hot jet of semen erupted. The climax surged through my nerves like an electric current. In my blank, post-orgasmic mind, there was nothing left but my mother's smile and those massive breasts that haunted my every dream.

***

When I went downstairs to the living room, Mom was sprawly on the sofa, lazily watching the news. She radiated a mature, sultry aura. Her exquisite body was partially exposed by her skimpy clothing, offering a feast for my eyes.

Her curves were mesmerizing, especially the way her thick, heavy buttocks pushed up against the sofa. It made my cock itch with a desperate urge to ravage that pale, soft flesh and bury myself deep within the crevice between her thighs.

"Wei, finished your homework?"

"Yeah, all done," I answered distractedly, my eyes anchored to her body.

"Why don't you sit and watch a bit of TV? Mom will go heat up the food for you."

She didn't seem to notice my lecherous gaze. As she climbed up from the sofa, her massive breasts were liberated from the pressure of her torso, swaying dizzily in every direction.

*The elasticity is incredible...* I marveled inwardly. *If a beautiful woman's breasts are weapons meant to conquer men, then Mom's are the most terrifying siege engines on earth!*

Though my mind was busy fantasizing about a thousand ways to ravage her, my voice remained the dutiful son's. "Mom, don't bother heating it up. Warm food is fine, and the rice in the cooker is still hot."

Then, I walked up and playfully tugged on her hand. "I want Mom to feed me~"

Mom tapped my forehead and laughed. "You brat, stop being so embarrassing. How old are you, acting like a baby? Go wait at the table while Mom gets the rice."

She rejected me verbally, but it was clear she enjoyed my affection.

(Since middle school, because I was afraid my classmates would tease me for being a mama's boy, the relationship between us had grown somewhat distant...)

At the table, Mom served me a large bowl of rice and piled my plate high with food, watching me eat with a beaming smile, her chin resting in her hands.

After fifteen minutes, unable to bear her strange gaze, I finally asked, "Mom, why do you keep smiling at me like that?"

She kept that smile on her face. "Oh, nothing. It just made me realize how much my son has grown up."

"Huh?"

"Wei... you've reached the age where you start getting... interested in girls."

Seeing the confusion on my face, she dropped the bombshell.

"Lately, there's a strange smell in your room. And there are always so many crumpled tissues when I tidy up... and just now... you were doing *that* in your room, weren't you?"

"Mom! That... that's because..." Flushed and stammering, I had no idea how to respond to such a sudden revelation.

"It's okay, Wei. Mom was there once too. Masturbating is perfectly normal at your age." She gave me an understanding smile before adopting her "motherly" tone again. "But remember, you have to have moderation. Don't do it too much, or you'll hurt your body..."

Mom wasn't entirely thick-skinned; after saying something so explicit, she blushed right along with me.

An awkward tension filled the air. I could only eat faster, desperate to end this agonizing meal caused by her blunt words.

***

**(2)**

Over the next few days, Mom and I returned to our usual cool distance—perhaps even more so than before. From the moment I left for school until I returned, I spent almost all my time locked in my room, except for dinner.

Mom likely knew she had overstepped. Even if she knew what her son was doing in private, a child's pride is fragile, and she shouldn't have pointed it out so directly. Her eyes were full of apology, but because I was constantly avoiding her, she never found the right moment to apologize.

In truth, I wasn't angry with her at all.

I was just too embarrassed to face her.

Her words made me feel as though she had seen through me—that she knew her own son had just been lusting after her. Since that night, the adult films and magazines in my drawer had been "sealed away." To prevent myself from having more disrespectful fantasies, I tried to restrain myself and avoid being alone with her.

To put it bluntly, I had the lust, but not the courage.

If a few specific events hadn't happened afterward, perhaps I would have eventually given up on the idea of possessing her beautiful body.

***

One night, halfway through my homework, a sudden urge to urinate sent me rushing out of my room. After finding relief, I walked back toward my room, feeling quite satisfied. As I passed her door, I noticed it was cracked open just a sliver, and the sound of Mom humming a soft tune drifted out.

Driven by curiosity and a brief internal struggle, I finally succumbed. I crept to her door and peered through the gap. Mom was sitting at her vanity, wiping her long, damp hair. She had clearly just finished a bath. She was wearing a low-cut, sleeveless lounge top. Her pinkish arms radiated a faint heat, and from the doorway, I could almost catch the intoxicating scent of her skin. Her complexion looked so soft and dewy, it seemed as if she might drip with moisture.

Because of the angle, I could only see her profile. It was actually better this way; it was less likely she would notice me, satisfying my voyeuristic urges.

Watching her from the side, her proportions were even more staggering than my previous observations. Her long, elegant neck, her slender waist... and especially the curve of her upper body. Those high, rising mounds of flesh must have incredible elasticity to defy gravity so perfectly.

As she raised her arms to dry her hair, the movement caused her shirt to pull away at the armpit, revealing a wide gap. Even through her pink lace bra, her massive breasts could not be fully contained; most of the soft, heavy flesh was clearly visible.

Beneat the curve of her arm, a light dusting of dark hair was visible. To my eyes, those few curling hairs were more potent than any aphrodisiac. They were incredibly sexy! My blood began to boil; I wanted to rush in and taste her right then and there.

Mom smoothed her hair, humming a low, nasal melody to herself. As she looked in the mirror to tend to her beauty, she looked utterly seductive. She picked up a bottle of lotion, applied a bit to her fingers, and began to spread it evenly over her face, then her arms, and finally her thighs.

As I watched her movements, a sudden realization hit me: Mom was wearing nothing but a paper-thin, light blue thong. Her entire backside was almost completely naked before my eyes.

*Wow... when did Mom buy such a sexy, lingerie-style thong?*

*Wait, now isn't the time for that...* I shook my head, refocusing.

I concentrated my gaze, performing a mental "visual rape" of my beloved mother. Her skin was in incredible condition; for a woman in her late thirties, her complexion was as flawless as a teenage girl's. Her ample, rounded hips, pressed against the vanity, looked as soft and tempting as fresh pudding.

Without thinking, I slid my hand into my shorts, gripping my throbbing, engorged cock and began to stroke vigorously. In my mind, I was thrusting into her backside, pounding her delicious slit, and finally rubbing my semen-slicked tip against her smooth skin.

"Mom... Mom..." I called out to her in my mind, hoping to transmit my feverish passion to her heart.

*Mom, do you know? Your most beloved son is falling into hell because of you!*

As she massaged her long, beautiful legs, my eyes grew bloodshot. My hand moved in a rhythmic, desperate pace. Just as I was nearing the brink of ejaculation, Mom suddenly stopped her movements, and my hand instinctively slowed down as well.

It seemed she had finished her skincare.

Just as a sense of disappointment washed over me, Mom turned back to the mirror. Through her shirt, she used her fingers to poke at her incredibly full breasts. She arched her back, stretching her waist, and then pulled her top over her head. Her pale, beautiful chest was suddenly, completely naked.

My breath hitched in my throat, then came in ragged gasps.

Mom cupped her massive, jade-like breasts with both palms, sitting there and admiring herself. From her expression, she seemed proud of her high, firm bosom.

The dark red areolae, the mature, crimson nipples, and the vast expanse of white flesh... it was a vision of pure temptation. My cock grew even harder and hotter in my hand.

Now, Mom was entirely naked before me, save for that distracting, erotic thong. The silhouette of her vulva, peeking out from the side of the blue thong, drove me to the point of madness.

She picked up the lotion, squeezed a large dollop onto her chest, and began to rub it in with her fingers, moving in slow, tantalizing circles. The motion was so sensual that I wished her hands were mine, so I could feel those legendary breasts for myself.

Suddenly, a wave of guilt washed over me. I almost felt a sense of self-loathing.

*This is all Mom's fault!*

*Yes, it's those breasts of hers!*

As my hand sped up again, I justified my "sin." I was just an innocent boy in the throes of puberty. This "immoral" act of peeking at his own mother while masturbating was her fault—she was the one providing all these provocations!

"Ah~~"

As her fingers accidentally brushed her sensitive nipples, Mom let out a moan that sounded almost like a plea of torment.

Driven by a predatory instinct, her face flushed a deeper red. She began to focus her attention on the center of her chest, rubbing and kneading the area around her areolae.

I watched as her fingers sank into the incredibly soft, elastic flesh. The mounds shifted and deformed under her touch; her nipples grew engorged and dark with excitement. Her low moans became more frequent.

*It's too much! Mom, how can you tempt me like this? Do you really want to drive your son to ruin?* I scolded her silently.

"Ah... oh... ahhh..."

Her breasts were now glistening with lotion, the white skin shining under the light. Her moans grew more frequent and more uninhibited, as if she were beginning to lose herself in the sensation.

She covered her magnificent breasts with both hands, gripping and kneading them wildly. The tips of her fingers disappeared into the soft flesh as she squeezed.

The way she carried herself... it was so lewd! She was more provocative than any actress in the videos, especially since the "beast" before me was the woman I had revered for sixteen years. The taboo of the situation added a layer of pleasure that no ordinary stimulation could match.

I was nearly out of control. My hand was moving so hard it was almost painful. My cock felt like it was about to explode!

*Don't make a sound, or she'll catch you!* I warned myself as the climax loomed.

Gripping my cock, I hurried out of the doorway and sprinted back to my room. I didn't dare look back, fearing that if I saw her one more time, I would lose all restraint and burst into her room to take her right there.

Once inside, I stripped off my shorts and faced the wall, picturing her lewd display as I pumped furiously. A few seconds later, a massive amount of white semen sprayed forcefully against the wall.

Panting, exhausted and slumped on the floor, her image was burned into my mind.

***

The next morning...

"Mom, I'm heading to school!"

"Okay, Wei. Did you take your lunch money? Come straight home after school, okay?"

"Got it."

Our morning routine was the same as always, but today felt different.

I walked up behind her while she was washing dishes in the kitchen and wrapped my arms around her waist. Then, like a playful boy, I gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

"What's this, Wei?" she asked, turning around in surprise.

I looked into her eyes with a clear, bright gaze and smiled. "A good morning kiss for my favorite Mom~"

Her face flushed, and she teased me. "You brat, always acting so silly."

But she was clearly happy that the intimacy between us was returning.

"Be careful on the way, Wei. Focus in class!" She wiggled out of my embrace and patted my head.

"I know, Mom~"

My oblivious mother had no idea. The way her son looked at her wasn't the way a boy looks at his mother; it was the raw, naked lust of a man for a woman.

I had finally decided what I wanted.

*Mom, it's you!*

***

**(3)**

Even as we returned to our affectionate relationship, I could never forget the lewd sight of her that night. During the day, I fantasized about her nakedness; at night, her massive breasts haunted my dreams.

My obsession had reached a breaking point.

Since I had set my sights on her, how could I actually possess her?

I spent many nights agonizing over a plan to claim her body. I had considered using force, but given my slight build, would I even succeed? More importantly, she was my mother; the last thing I wanted was to hurt her.

What about drugs? A tempting thought, but even if I could find something to sedate her, she wasn't a naive girl; she would eventually realize what had happened.

And she didn't drink much, which ruled out the "drunken seduction" method.

Ultimately, my deepest wish was for her to want me—to have her lie beneath me every night, to sleep with my cock buried in her vagina, and to use her heavy breasts as a pillow.

But wishes are just wishes.

At home, she was casual and uninhibited, providing plenty of opportunities. But she was also a traditional woman at her core. In her eyes, the idea of a mother initiating sex with her son was practically impossible.

However, even if it was *Mission Impossible*, I had to try. Even if she wouldn't love me, perhaps she would succumb to me—half-resisting, half-yielding.

She was a woman, after all. She wasn't a cold, menopausal old lady; she was in her prime. Surely, she would be interested in a young, vigorous man?

It wasn't just vanity, but while I didn't inherit her height, my "equipment" was far beyond the average for my age. When erect, my cock reached 18cm, with a thick, purple glans that was a formidable weapon.

*Before trying to seduce her, I should test the waters!*

I decided to embrace my lust. I would gamble on her traditional nature—the fact that she was the type of woman who would never want to expose a "family scandal."

When I got home from school, I took the adult novels and magazines that were usually hidden in my drawer and placed them prominently on my bookshelf and desk. I replaced my textbooks with the covers of beautiful women, turning my room into a shrine of eroticism.

I knew Mom came in every few days to collect my laundry. I couldn't wait to see the embarrassed, angry expression on her face when she saw my "collection."

At night, I stopped being secretive. I would leave my door wide open and turn the volume up on my adult DVDs. The loud, lewd cries of the actresses echoed through the quiet house.

I would toss my shorts aside, leave my underwear on the floor, and masturbate shamelessly, imagining the actresses were my mother. Soon enough, a shadow would flicker at the door. She was coming.

*Come on, Mom!* I thought, a lewd grin spreading across my face. *Come in! Scold me, yell at me, or try to stop me! Just step into my room!*

The thought of her watching me made the pleasure even more intense. As the climax approached, I purposefully turned my body toward the door, presenting my hard, thick cock to the gap in the doorway.

"Mom... Mom..." I whispered, using a photo of us together as a focal point for my fantasy.

I heard heavy breathing from the hallway, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps retreating. As a thick spray of semen landed on her face in the photograph, I wanted to laugh out loud.

*She was embarrassed! She ran away! But she saw everything!*

This continued for several nights. Masturbating under her silent witness was far more exhilarating than doing it in secret. Each night, she lingered a little longer at my door. She was becoming a voyeur herself, and the thought of her watching me made me ejaculate with even more ferocity.

Every morning, when I went down for breakfast, she would greet me with her usual warm, loving smile. But when I gave her a casual hug, I could feel her body trembling unnaturally under my touch.

Watching her shy, hesitant expressions at the table, I mocked her silently.

My plan was halfway successful. She was too embarrassed to confront me, which meant I could be even bolder. The longer she stayed silent, the more extreme my behavior would become.

*I'm going all in!* The blood of incestuous desire raced through my veins. *I'll push her to the very limit!*

But now, I needed a turning point—something to break the mother-son dynamic forever.

***

"Mom, are you free this Saturday?" I asked casually at the breakfast table.

"A new indoor swimming pool opened nearby," I continued. "It's cheap and supposed to be quite good. Why don't we go together?"

"Saturday..." Mom pondered, resting her chin in her hand. She looked so adorable, like a young girl, that it made my head spin. "I'm not sure. I might have a lot of chores to do."

"But you go to the gym on weekends, don't you? I can wait for you to finish, and then we can go together!" I reminded her. "And on Sunday, your son will help you clean the floors and do the laundry!"

Mom loved looking beautiful. At thirty-eight, she worked hard to maintain her youthful appearance, which included regular visits to a women's fitness club.

"Well, okay..." She gave in to my persuasion, then looked at me suspiciously. "Wait, Wei, don't you dislike swimming? Why the sudden interest?"

"Because... it's so hot lately! I want to go for a swim, and it's awkward to keep turning down my classmates when they invite me to the beach," I lied, offering a sheepish grin.

Despite my flimsy excuse, she didn't suspect a thing and went back to her chores.

***

**(4)**

Waiting made time drag. Finally, Saturday arrived.

*A date with Mom!*

It might sound scandalous, but what could be more exciting than a private outing to a swimming pool with a woman as hot as her?

By 11:30 AM, I was ready. Mom had left early that morning, and according to our plan, I was to meet her at the club and then head to the new indoor pool.

After a quick wash, I grabbed my trunks, towel, and clothes, threw them in my bag, and raced to the destination.

"Wei! Long time no see! You've grown even taller!" As soon as I stepped inside, a tall, glamorous woman approached me.

"Hello, Auntie Lin," I said politely.

Auntie Lin was the manager of the fitness club. Since Mom was a regular, the staff knew me well. She was a beautiful woman in her own right—about 165cm, a D-cup, with long, athletic legs—but she was still no match for my breathtaking mother.

"You brat! How many times have I told you? Don't call me 'Auntie.' Call me 'Big Sister Lin'!" She playfully tapped my forehead.

"Ow! Okay, okay... Big Sister Lin," I teased.

She laughed and handed me a cold cola. "Are you waiting for your mom?"

"Yeah. Do you know when she'll be done?"

"Your mom just—oh! There she is! Jane!" Sister Lin waved toward the hallway.

Mom emerged, having finished her workout. Unlike her friends, Mom didn't wear heavy perfume. Even from a distance, she radiated a natural, fresh, and intoxicating scent. Though she had wiped the sweat from her face, her hair was still damp, and the light flush on her cheeks made her look incredibly seductive.

Her long hair was tied back in a youthful ponytail with a light blue band. She was wearing a black Nike T-shirt that struggled to contain her magnificent breasts. Below her waist, she wore tight beige shorts that showcased her long, flawless, milky-white legs. Seeing her, I noticed a flash of jealousy in Sister Lin's eyes.

"Jane, you look so young! Is Wei really your son?" Sister Lin teased.

"Oh, stop it, Huimei!" Mom laughed, blushing as she nudged her friend.

As they joked around, a thought struck me. Sister Lin addressed Mom as a peer, but what did that make me? A "little brother"? It was an odd position, but since Mom didn't correct her, it felt like our relationship was being shifted toward something more equal.

"Ah, Wei! You're here! Sorry, did you wait long?" Mom finally noticed me and waved playfully.

She was so adorable, even acting a bit "unruly" in front of her friends.

"Yeah! You're so mean, Mom! My legs are about to break from waiting!" I joked.

"Oh dear, are they hurting? Are you okay?" She looked genuinely worried.

"They hurt so much! Mom, give me a hug!!" I took the chance to lung into her arms, rubbing my chest against the incredible softness of her breasts and inhaling her scent.

"Go away, you shameless boy! Acting like a baby in front of Sister Lin?" She laughed, gently pushing me away. Having had my fill, I stepped back.

"You two have such a wonderful relationship," Sister Lin remarked with a playful, envious pout.

"Haha, Huimei, stop it!" Mom laughed, but then she turned slightly red and stole a quick glance at my face.

In that moment, Sister Lin looked between us, her eyes narrowing with a strange, knowing smile. My heart hammered. *Did she see something?*

***

After parting ways with Mom at the changing rooms, I stripped as fast as humanly possible and rushed to the poolside in my swim trunks.

A moment later, a stunning woman in a bikini emerged from the locker room. With that familiar face and devilish body, there was no doubt: it was my mother.

*My God! Mom, you actually dared...* I rubbed my eyes.

Was this really the same woman who had raised me?

I had seen her naked before, of course, but seeing her so openly, so provocatively, was a completely new experience. And she wasn't the conservative woman who usually wore modest one-piece suits.

No, the woman standing there was wearing a tiny, silver string bikini—the kind worn by the hottest models in magazines. It was a daring, high-cut piece that left almost nothing to the imagination.

Her snowy breasts were magnificent, rising proudly with an allure that would make any man lose his mind. They looked so perfect, so sculptural, as if they were works of art.

As my eyes scanned the pool, I noticed the other men staring at her in stunned silence. A surge of possessive jealousy hit me. *They're all looking at her!*

"What? Do I look strange, Wei?" Mom asked, blushing as she noticed my intense gaze.

"No, Mom! You look even younger than usual!" I lied quickly, suppressing my jealousy.

"Oh, younger than usual? So you think I look old normally!" She teased, feigning a pout.

"No, no! You're always beautiful, but today you're just... extra..."

"Heehee, alright, alright. Let's do some warm-up stretches first," she laughed, taking my arm and leading me toward the open area of the pool.

As we walked, the stares of the "beasts" around us were palpable. I felt a swell of pride. *Let them look. She's my mother. My mother, and mine alone.*