Chapter 3

The long talk with Zheng Lei lasted until the evening. She made a thorough plan for me and finally told me to proceed step by step, not to rush for success, and not to scare the child. Only by implementing “mother-son sex” step by step and smoothly can the expected effect be achieved.

My son was hungry when I got home. I was busy preparing dinner. After eating hurriedly, my son went back to his room, closed the door and said he wanted to review and didn’t want me to disturb him. I knew very well that he must have browsed pornographic websites again, but I didn’t say it out loud. I lay on the sofa to sort out my thoughts.

The plan Zheng Lei designed for me in the afternoon was very thorough, but whether it could be implemented smoothly depended on me. From the bottom of my heart, I rejected this “mother-son sex” plan. Although I can’t be called a chaste woman, I have never had sex with a man other than my husband. Even after my husband suffered from impotence, I often tossed and turned in the middle of the night because of lust. I could only rely on massagers and jumping eggs to comfort my lonely body and mind, but I never thought of cheating on my husband.

But this time, I really felt sorry for my husband. And my sexual partner turned out to be my own son. This reality was really hard for me to accept for a while.

I was having a fierce ideological struggle in my mind. Pictures were turning in my mind like a movie. The crying teenager who was sentenced to death for raping a woman in court, the unbearable pornographic movies on my son’s computer, and my husband’s limp genitals in my hand and his apologetic expression. In the dead of night, I masturbated naked with a jumping egg, and the interweaving was particularly vivid.

Gradually, the face of the crying teenager sentenced to death for rape in the court blurred, and when it became clear again, it turned out to be my son standing in the dock accepting the death sentence. I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat, and then I realized that I had just dozed off.

I sat up and drank a glass of water, and after calming down. I no longer had any concerns in my heart. Zheng Lei was right. Instead of letting the child harm the society, it is better to reduce this harm to the family. Although it is indeed unfair to my husband to ask me to sacrifice my chastity, under my correct guidance, my son’s sexual orientation will at least not be distorted. And I, as a mother, am really worried about relying on others to guide my son’s sexual behavior.

Since I have made up my mind, I try to relax myself so that I can adjust my mood and plan to implement the first step according to the plan Zheng Lei made for me.

I looked at the time and it was already 9:20 in the evening. I thought of an excuse and knocked on my son’s door.

My son asked impatiently in the room: “Mom? What’s wrong?”

I said: “Mom’s computer is infected with a virus. I have a work note to write at work tomorrow, and I need to check some information online. I’d like to borrow your computer.”

After a moment of silence, my son opened the door and I walked into his bedroom. I saw that the computer was on, and there were several books and notebooks scattered on the desk next to it. My son picked up a book on the desk and lay on the bed while reading it, saying: “You can use it yourself, hurry up, I’ll go to bed soon.”

I nodded and pretended to search for information online. I looked at my son lying on the bed coldly. He seemed very uneasy, afraid that I would find something from his computer, and used the book as a cover to monitor my actions.

I casually looked at a few websites I often visit. Seeing that he relaxed his vigilance, I directly opened his disguised folder and clicked on a picture of a naked woman, pretending to be surprised and screaming: “Ah! What ... what is this?”

When my son saw this, he quickly rolled off the bed, rushed to my side, grabbed the mouse and turned off the picture browsing software, and kept complaining: “You just searched for information, why are you flipping through it?”

I pretended to be angry and said sternly: “Wang son! Explain to your mother clearly, what do you do with the computer? What kind of mess is this?”

At this moment, my son also realized that his tone just now was wrong. Seeing that I was pressing him again, he hurriedly explained in a low voice: “Nothing ... it’s just a picture ... Mom, go to bed, I’ll delete it in a while. I was wrong, I’ll change it next time.”

He has been sweet-mouthed since he was a child, and he knows when to give in. I was just taking advantage of the issue and didn’t really want to scold him. So I changed to a kind tone and said, “It’s good to know your mistakes, son. Mom wants to have a good talk with you. Don’t think Mom is nagging. Come, sit here.” I pulled a chair over for my son to sit next to me.

My son sat down obediently. He kept explaining to me, “Mom, it’s really nothing. I just watched it once and forgot to delete it. I promise I won’t watch it again in the future.”

I stopped him from explaining. The more he lied, the more he lied. He clearly saved thousands of pornographic pictures and dozens of pornographic movies. Do you really think I’m an old antique and have no computer knowledge? You look down on your mother too much. But I don’t want to pursue this matter with him at all.

I said to him, “Don’t explain. You are my child, don’t I know? Mom won’t hide it from you. You and I knew all the messy things in your computer before your father went to the United States. In addition, what did you do in Mom’s bedroom when Mom was taking a shower this morning?” I simply pointed out his privacy directly.

My son was so shocked that he was dumbfounded. He had been deceiving himself and thinking that he had kept a good secret, but he didn’t expect that his mother knew everything. He wanted to continue to make up lies, but he didn’t have time to make up a lie.

I didn’t wait for him to answer and continued, “You are so bold that you masturbate with your mother’s underwear. Do you know that you will become a psychopath if you continue like this?”

My son panicked and said, “Mom! Don’t say it!” He was already ashamed.

I hurriedly comforted him, “Son, Mom is not here to blame you, but I want to talk to you seriously. You are already 18 years old and in adolescence. It is normal to have sexual impulses, but you can’t be affected by these pornographic pictures and movies. These things are distorted and exaggerated about sex. You see, these things will distort your normal understanding of sex.”

Seeing my sincerity, my son nodded with a red face and whispered, “I know, Mom! But I am really very curious, and ... and...” At this point, he buried his head even lower and couldn’t say the following words.

I hurriedly asked, “And what?”

It took my son a long time to muster up the courage to say, “And I don’t know why my sexual desire is always so strong, my penis is always hard ... If I don’t masturbate a few times a day, I can’t sleep at night...” At the end, his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

At this moment, I knew that my son had finally opened his heart to me and had nothing to hide. I caressed his head and said with a kind smile, “Good son, that’s right. If you have any problems, tell your mother. We are a family and your mother will solve them for you. If you keep them in your heart, you will hurt yourself.”

My son looked at me with some doubts: “Mom, you solve it for me? How do you solve this problem?”

After all, I am the child’s mother and a woman. Although the plan has been made very carefully, I am very shy to ask my son “mother-son sex” directly. Since I can’t answer this question directly, I can only hint to my son.

I stretched out my arm to hold my son’s broad shoulders and asked gently, “How do you want your mother to help you solve it?”

After all, my son is still young and doesn’t understand the teasing in my words. He just answered blankly, “I don’t know. I won’t look at those pictures in the future.”

What a little fool, I cursed in my heart. How can I have a girlfriend if he can’t even understand such a hint? It seems that I have to teach you not only how to have sex correctly, but also how to understand a woman’s heart.

I had to make it clearer: “It’s not about the pictures. What I mean is that if you have any sexual problems in the future, you can come to me directly. If you have any curiosity, I will satisfy you. Do you understand? Silly child!” At this point, my face was red to the roots of my ears.