Honey Mother NTR
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Chapter 1: Shadows of the Past
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: Shadows of the Past - Zhou Bin, a high school student harboring a deep and obsessive desire for his beautiful, successful mother Gu Wanxin, finds himself entangled in a web of forbidden lust, family secrets, and corporate intrigue. As Gu Wanxin navigates dangerous business dealings, secret affairs, and the mysterious “missions” of the intertwined Zhou, Gu, Yao, and Zhu families, her son becomes both voyeur and participant in the escalating chaos around her.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Age Gap Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Tear Jerker Paranormal Magic Cheating Cuckold Incest Mother Gang Bang Group Sex Interracial Black Male Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts
“Smack!”
A heavy slap landed on my face, leaving a red mark that burned with a searing pain.
“Get out! I don’t have a worthless son like you!”
The man before me roared. A life of long-term alcoholism and debauchery had left him with sunken eyes, a darkened forehead, and a withered face. Coupled with his tattered clothes that looked like they hadn’t been changed in ages, he resembled a useless, impotent beast.
This man was my father, Zhou Wen. Since divorcing my mother three years ago, he had barely left the house, surviving on takeout and alcohol every day.
“Fine, I’ll go! I never want to see you again!”
I covered my burning cheek, tears welling up uncontrollably. I didn’t want him to see my tears, so I turned and immediately went to my room to pack my things.
In truth, I didn’t have much to pack—just some books, textbooks, a teacup, and stationery. I was done quickly, packing two bags before storming out.
The living room was piled high with garbage; God knows how long it had been there. If I didn’t clean, the house would forever remain in this state. I was utterly disgusted with this filthy little room and couldn’t bear to stay another minute. I slammed the door and left.
As I rushed out, my father was still gulping down his alcohol, not even sparing me a glance.
“Bang!”
The iron door slammed shut behind me. I took large strides down the stairs, tears still glistening in the corners of my eyes.
I thought back to many years ago, when I had such a happy family: a refined and cultured father, a gentle and virtuous mother, a large and impressive house, and no shortage of food or clothing. In just a few short years, it had all come to this. In my heart, I felt only resentment for everything.
My name is Zhou Bin, and I’m an 18-year-old high school student at Jingzhou City’s No. 2 High School.
Since my ancestors, my family had been in business for generations, enjoying a considerable local reputation. By my grandfather’s generation, we had become a wealthy family with assets exceeding a hundred million, one of the four most prominent business families in Jingzhou City.
However, this privileged upbringing had also fostered my father Zhou Wen’s stubborn and self-willed temper. As the only son, he was doted on by his elders from a young age. Trained from an early age to be the family heir, he was cultivated into a knowledgeable and reasonable intellectual. After entering society, with the family’s resources and the connections accumulated by his grandfather’s generation, he was momentarily unmatched, and the family business grew larger and larger.
My mother’s name was Gu Wanxin, the second daughter of the Gu family, another of the four great families of Jingzhou. She had also received an elite education from a young age and immediately demonstrated outstanding abilities after starting work. She was a remarkably capable businesswoman.
Moreover, my mother was stunningly beautiful in her youth. She was a renowned beauty in Jingzhou, with a continuous stream of suitors from political and business circles, but she had never found anyone who caught her eye.
At a chance business banquet, my father met my beautiful mother and was instantly smitten, as if he had seen a goddess. He pursued her relentlessly. My father was mediocre in the family business, but he was exceptionally skilled at wooing women. His myriad of romantic gestures finally moved my mother’s heart. At the same time, the elders of the Gu family, considering that our Zhou family’s business was also on the rise and that my father was the sole heir, believed that a union between the two families would be more beneficial to their businesses. So, with the encouragement of both sets of elders, my father and mother were successfully married.
After their marriage and before I was born, my mother joined the Zhou family business. She displayed superb business acumen, and the business flourished. However, this aroused the dissatisfaction of my narrow-minded father.
Spoiled as the only son, he had a strong sense of male chauvinism and couldn’t tolerate a woman being more outstanding than him. Consequently, cracks began to appear in their marital relationship.
After I was born, my mother resolutely gave up her career to focus on being a wife and mother, a wealthy full-time housewife. The couple’s relationship warmed. My childhood was spent in affluent happiness.
A few years later, when I was about ten, my grandfather passed away from a serious illness. My young father took full control of the family business, becoming the youngest head of the family in Jingzhou City, enjoying a period of great prestige.
But in reality, his previous business success had relied heavily on the connections and experience accumulated by his grandfather’s generation. His own abilities were insufficient once he was in charge. Furthermore, our family’s main business was large-scale physical shopping malls, which were hugely impacted by the rise of e-commerce in the 21st century. My father failed to adjust his strategic thinking in time, clinging to the old strategies left by his grandfather, and was quickly defeated by emerging competitors like e-commerce businesses.
At this time, my mother often offered advice from behind my father, which did manage to reverse some of the business decline. But my father was a typical male chauvinist who couldn’t bear the fact that his wife was more capable than him. He rejected her suggestions and even transferred her company shares to himself, forcing her to return to her role as a full-time housewife.
Although my mother felt resentful, she continued to fulfill her duties as a housewife. Since my father was often neglectful of family matters, I naturally became very close to my mother. You could say my childhood was basically spent with my dear mother. Her gentle figure accompanied me through every day and night. Our mother-son relationship was closer than with anyone else; our blood ties made us rely on each other.