Chapter 3: The name of the fruit is taboo

Outside the security door, the sound of a man and a woman arguing came from far away.

“It’s two o’clock in the afternoon! Do you know how bored I am waiting?”

The male voice sounded young, with a tone of fatigue, resentment, and helplessness.

“How dare you say that! I asked you to help me with my hairstyle, but you slept like a dead pig!”

The female voice sounded full of energy, completely different from the emotion contained in the male voice before.

“Hey! I am very kind to accompany you out early in the morning, okay?”

“As a son, I really thank you for accompanying your mother shopping!”

The security door was opened from the outside, and the mother and son Xiaowei walked into the house one after another.

“I don’t care, I’m so hungry waiting for you, I must make a good reward for me!” Xiaowei muttered while changing his shoes while holding the wall.

“Oh, just order some takeout and eat.”

Hearing this, Xiaowei glared: “Hey! I’ll wait for you until two o’clock in the afternoon, do you know that?!”

Seeing that the topic was about to go back, the mother directly reached out and pinched her son’s mouth, put her head in front of him, and said word by word face to face: “Shut up!”

A faint sweetness came out of the mother’s mouth and scattered on the tip of Xiaowei’s nose. A strand of slightly curly hair poked his face, making him feel a little itchy.

The mother’s new hairstyle is very good. The hairdresser trimmed the original shawl straight hair a little shorter, and fixed the shape with a curling iron, and permed a slightly curly short hair that seemed messy but very beautiful. This made her originally girlish face add a bit of temptation. Suddenly, she looked a bit like the Japanese actress Satomi Ishihara.

In the close-up look, Xiaowei was the first to lose, and his eyes unconsciously moved to the side.

He suddenly found that he couldn’t look at the face he had seen for more than ten years.

The ends of his hair still poked his face, but it itched all the way to his heart.

“Okay ... takeout is takeout...”

He said this after his mother let go of Xiaowei’s mouth.

...

The sofa in the hair salon was not comfortable. The nap in the morning did not replenish Xiaowei’s physical strength too much, but made him sore all over.

After lunch, he and his mother returned to their respective beds to catch up on sleep, and slept until dark.

When Xiaowei woke up, he touched his phone in the dark, turned on the screen and found that it was already nine o’clock in the evening.

“Mom didn’t call me?”

Xiaowei was a little surprised and got up and went to the door of his mother’s bedroom.

The bedroom door was open, and the curtains inside were not closed tightly. A beam of moonlight came in through the gap. In the dim light, a figure could be seen, lying on the bed with his limbs spread out and sleeping soundly.

Xiaowei narrowed his eyes and revealed a dangerous look.

Good mother, you talk beautifully, but you can sleep better than me!

He was usually oppressed and wanted to resist. He tiptoed to the bedside, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and took seven consecutive photos at his mother’s face.

“Now I have enough evidence. Let’s see if you dare to call me a pig in the future!”

Click! Click!

Accompanied by the sound of shutters, the flashing strong light hit his mother’s face, causing her expression to gradually distort and her facial features to wrinkle together.

“Xiaowei!”

She opened her eyes and shouted, stretched out her hand and grabbed it hard, but it was empty.

Xiaowei, who had predicted it, avoided his mother’s claws in time, raised his mobile phone and laughed loudly: “Lazy pig! Get up!”

“You’re dead!”

The mother rolled over and got out of bed, without even wearing slippers, and rushed directly to her son.

Xiaowei saw that the situation was not good, and ran back to the bedroom, closed the door, locked it, and did it in one go, leaving the irritable lioness outside the door helpless and furious.

Ignoring his mother’s scolding and threats, Xiaowei sat back on the bed, raised his phone, and began to admire his spoils.

The moment the photo popped up, his face froze with pride.

The room was too dark just now, and the camera frame was even darker, so he couldn’t find the right angle. He simply raised the phone a little higher to include his mother’s upper body. Only then did he find that his mother on the bed didn’t seem to be wearing a bra!

In the photo, the delicate little face under the flash looked like a plaster statue of a goddess, glowing white. The closed eyes were very different from the usual agility, revealing a rare quiet temperament. The red and tender lips were slightly opened, making people want to kiss and suck hard. Under the slender neck, the soft flesh on the chest, which was distributed because of the weight, was tightly wrapped by the nightgown, outlining two plump contours. In the center of the contours, there were two clearly visible, cherry-sized bulges, as if they had some kind of magic, firmly nailing Xiaowei’s sight on them.

“Mom’s ... nipple...”

Xiaowei’s breathing became rapid.

After an unknown amount of time, he took a deep breath, and his fingers trembled as he swiped across the screen, calling up the next photo. After a long appreciation, he looked at another photo, and then another photo...

Several photos, like slides, showed Mom’s appearance from deep sleep to awakeness.

The brow peaks went from flat to slanted, the eyes went from closed to half-open, and the arms slowly raised. The two peaks were pulled and woke up from their deep sleep, and began to reveal their surging nature. Only the two bulges had never changed, like the eternal truth in the world, attracting Xiaowei’s eyes, making his breathing heavier until it turned into panting.

In the last photo, Mom’s eyes were fully open, one arm supported her body and leaned forward slightly, and the other arm was raised to the air, with five fingers hooked into claws, grabbing towards the camera. The soft flesh on her chest was squeezed together by the pressure, causing a few wrinkles on the originally smooth surface of the nightgown, and the truth that should have been highlighted disappeared.

A strong sense of restlessness surged into Xiaowei’s heart. He impatiently used two fingers to enlarge the photo, and then enlarged it again, like a seriously ill patient bewitched by the devil, eagerly looking for a good medicine that could relieve the pain. Finally, in the shadow formed by a wrinkle, he found the two bumps that looked like medicine but more like drugs.

So the whole world was quiet again.

“Knock knock knock.”

The door was knocked by the mother who left and returned.

“Do you want to have dinner?” The mother’s lazy voice sounded from outside the door: “I slept for an afternoon and I’m not hungry at all.”

“I won’t eat.”

Xiaowei raised his head and showed a pair of slightly red eyes. He replied in a very light tone, and didn’t even put down the phone in his hand, which was completely different from the panic in the bathroom yesterday.

After listening to the footsteps outside the door, he jumped out of bed, walked slowly to the closet, and pulled out a white box from under a pile of stacked clothes.

The box was opened, and the things inside made his pupils shrink.

The masturbator, which was made of inferior plastic yesterday, now looks like a real human organ.

The cup body has grown a little, about twelve centimeters; the thickness has not changed much, still two fingers wide, less than three centimeters. The flesh-colored cup body has become dark red, covered with countless blue veins like blood vessels, making the originally smooth surface easier to grasp. At the mouth of the cup, a circle of bright red material like tender meat squeezed together to form a small hole without a caliber.

Xiaowei felt a little disgusted and a little inexplicably stimulated.

He grabbed the masturbator, and the warm and strange touch made the hair on the back of his hand stand up.

“It feels like I’m really holding a piece of meat.”

He squeezed his palm hard, felt the soft and tough feel of the masturbator from the slightly sunken cup body, and then looked at the small hole at the mouth of the cup.

...

The mother lying back on the bed was bored, so she took out her mobile phone and made a video call.

“Honey, what do you want to eat tomorrow?”

Mom used her index finger to play with a strand of hair, her voice revealing joy.

“Haha, anything is fine, I love everything you cook.”

The man in the video looked a little vicissitudes of life, with soft short hair covering the deep forehead wrinkles, a square face full of fatigue, and a doting look without losing the shrewdness of a long-time workplace. He was Xiaowei’s father.

“No, you have to pick a few and tell me, otherwise I don’t know what to make.”

“Then ... steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roast duck, roast chicken, roast goose...”

“Hey! You are practicing crosstalk here!”

Mom wrinkled her nose and said dissatisfiedly.

“Haha!” Dad couldn’t help laughing at his wife who was amused, and he couldn’t help yawning while laughing.

“Why, are you sleepy?”

“Well, I’m old, and I get sleepy at night.”

“Don’t sleep! Look at me first, what’s the difference?” Mom blinked her eyes, and raised the ends of her hair that she was playing with with her fingers.

“Oh? Did you change your hairstyle?”

“Does it look good? I changed it especially for you!”

“It looks good!” Dad flattered and yawned again.

“Huh, so perfunctory!” Mom frowned slightly, but there was a trace of heartache in her eyes: “Husband, sleep if you are sleepy.”

“Okay, good night, my wife.”

Dad tried to open his sleepy eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said goodbye to his wife with a gentle smile on his face.

“Good night~”

After hanging up the video, my mother jumped out of bed humming a tune, opened the closet and looked at the black suspender skirt she just bought today, and then raised her phone to her mouth and sent a voice message, her tone shy and sweet: “Husband, tomorrow night, I have another surprise for you.”

Seeing that the message was sent successfully, her face was hot. She had already imagined that her husband would be wild and press her on the bed tomorrow night. Her long-lost lower body also felt sour at the right time, as if responding to the owner’s expectations.

“Hmm!”

At this moment, her vagina suddenly tightened, as if someone had squeezed it hard outside with their hands, and the tender flesh inside was pressed together. The dull pain of the friction between the inner walls made her groan.

The strange pain came and went quickly, like some kind of illusion.

My mother looked at her lower body, her face became hotter, and she gently patted her lower abdomen and spat: “Do you want to have sex so much?”

She just thought that her body reacted to the expectation of tomorrow night, and she didn’t realize what would happen next.

It was not until she suddenly felt a foreign body invading her lower body, and a series of goose bumps jumped from her perineum to her scalp, that she finally realized and uttered a short scream: “Ah!”

After the scream, she endured the discomfort in her lower body, walked quickly to the door and closed it, then hurriedly lifted her nightgown and bent over to look at her genitals.

The slightly bulging mons pubis was covered with a soft hair, and the two plump labia majora had turned light brown under the erosion of time. The pink clitoris the size of a broad bean was wrapped in the foreskin, with only a little head sticking out.

The lower part was blocked by her high and bulging chest.

“Hiss!”

The feeling of foreign body invading became more and more obvious, and she bit her lower lip with her teeth and quickly adjusted her posture.

She leaned her back against the door, arched her body, spread her legs wide, and pulled her labia with both hands, exposing her entire genitals to the light. Mom made an extremely indecent pose, and finally saw a piece of bright red tender flesh in the middle protected by the labia minora.

In the lower part of the bright red, the vaginal opening that had not been used for a long time was still tightly closed, and only the tender flesh around it trembled slightly, as if it was also enduring something.

“What happened? How could this happen...”

She frowned, looking at her vagina, which seemed to have not changed much as usual, in confusion, and thought with some fear.

The invisible thing squeezed into the vagina inch by inch, and the dry vaginal opening was rubbed painfully. All kinds of feelings made her tremble clearly, but the unchanged vagina in front of her seemed to tell her that everything was an illusion.

Suddenly, the foreign object in the perception bent and scratched without any sign, making her whole body twitch, and she couldn’t help but let out a heavy nasal sound: “Hmm!”

The foreign object dug and teased in the vagina wantonly, and from time to time it would rotate a circle and change the angle, as if exploring an unknown cave, trying to measure every corner with its feet.

Mom’s eyes widened in horror: for her, this feeling was unfamiliar, but not strange.

She had felt it before when she was having sex with her husband!

This was a finger!

The foreign object that had entered her vagina was a finger!

But even though she felt that her body had been turned upside down, her vagina in front of her remained the same. Except for her vagina that had actively contracted back under stress, there was no other change.

The split between reality and perception made Mom seem to be in a state of mental disorder. She covered her lower body tightly with her hands, trying to block the invisible finger, but found it was in vain.

Even the real touch from her palms reminded her that her real vagina was still closed, there were no fingers, let alone any fingering, it was all fake, all her imagination.

She was confused, as if her brain had crashed, until the illusory finger was pulled out of her vagina, and she woke up.

Something seemed to have fallen on the palm of her hand covering her lower body. Mom raised her hand and looked at it: a slippery liquid had stained her palm at some point, flashing under the light.

“Is this, mine...?”

She couldn’t believe that she would be moved by a fake finger.

The next moment, her face turned pale, her body suddenly arched back, her mouth opened wide, and a scream rang out in the bedroom.

...

Xiaowei brought the masturbator to his eyes and carefully looked at the scenery inside.

Three fingers were inserted into the hole, and they were stretched hard, expanding the small hole that was originally only a slight gap into a hole with a diameter of three centimeters.

The masturbator showed excellent elasticity at this time. Even if the cup mouth, which was originally only two fingers thick, was stretched to deformation, there was still no sign of cracking.