By this point in the final year of high school, both teachers and parents had largely given up on managing these students. After the initial novelty of his rebirth wore off, Li Qiang settled into a quiet routine. His memories were all from his previous life, but fortunately, perhaps due to the rebirth, his memory had been enhanced. He could recall every book he had ever read—otherwise, getting into university would have been nearly impossible.
After lunch one day, he took his pocket money and headed under the overpass, where most of the city's homeless gathered, along with some shady vendors. From them, Li Qiang bought a stack of books depicting mother-son incest—some based on real experiences, others pure fantasy.
Back home, he devoured the books all night, finishing only half by dawn. He masturbated five times in the process. The next day, he hid one of the more realistic incest-themed pornographic books under his blanket. That evening, when he returned home, he found the book torn to shreds in the trash pile by the door. Clearly, Ye Cifen had discovered and destroyed it. But Li Qiang wasn't surprised or discouraged. Every morning, he continued to place a new mother-son incest book in his room. As long as his mother didn't confront him directly, he wouldn't stop.
Li Qiang's plan was simple: he would gradually break down his mother's physical defenses through daily, increasingly intimate and inappropriate behavior, making her slowly accustomed to his touch. Then, using incest-themed pornography, he would chip away at her psychological barriers.
Anyone with normal physiological responses would feel a stirring of desire when exposed to erotic material—it was a natural reaction. Incest literature, however, acted like a psychological poison, slowly eroding one's ethical convictions until they crumbled under the right pressure.
That very night, Li Qiang keenly noticed a change in his mother's gaze. She would blush, hesitate to speak, and occasionally glance toward his crotch. He knew the incest literature had begun to work. Whether she had read the books or not, she now knew her son was consuming mother-son pornography—and likely imagining her body while masturbating.
For a week, he immersed himself in the world of mother-son incest stories. His attitude toward his mother slowly shifted: he began giving her massages, speaking more sweetly, helping with chores, and taking advantage of their playful moments to touch her inappropriately.
A week later, to his delight, Li Qiang found no torn book fragments in the trash. That could only mean one thing—his mother had read it.
There's an old saying: "A woman in her thirties is like a wolf, in her forties a tiger, and by fifty she can suck dust from the ground"—a crude metaphor for female sexual desire. Ye Cifen was thirty-one, right in that "wolf and tiger" phase. Since her husband had been denounced and sent away fifteen years ago, she hadn't experienced a single orgasm. The pent-up desire in her body was unimaginable. That she had resisted reading those books for so long spoke volumes about her restraint.
From initial disgust to growing curiosity, Ye Cifen now eagerly awaited Li Qiang's return each day, indulging in the adult literature he deliberately left for her. Her interest in the erotic stories deepened, and the novels stoked her desire higher and higher.
Feeling the time was right, Li Qiang went to a friend's house to play that day and quietly returned home. Hiding outside the door, he listened for the sound of his mother entering the bathroom. He couldn't help but fantasize about the scene of seeing his mother's voluptuous, naked body, and his cock stiffened. A few minutes later, he impatiently pushed open the door and rushed toward the bathroom.
"Mom, are you in there? Open the door, quick!"
"What's wrong, Qiangqiang?" came the soft, gentle voice of Ye Cifen from inside—her voice was naturally like that.
"I really need to pee... Mom, open the door, quick! My stomach's about to burst." Li Qiang stomped his feet anxiously outside the bathroom door, sweating profusely.
"Wait, just a moment." Not long after, the sound of the lock turning came from inside.
Li Qiang eagerly pushed the door open and barged in.
"Ah..." A startled cry escaped as Li Qiang collided directly into his mother's embrace. His head landed squarely against her full, towering breasts—damp, slippery, and incredibly soft.
"You're in such a hurry, child!"
In the bathroom, water from the showerhead fell like rain. The slightly high temperature caused each droplet to release a misty haze, washing away all fatigue as it sprinkled onto the skin.
Ye Cifen stood before Li Qiang, her face flushed, one hand covering her chest and the other covering her thighs, nearly naked. Soap bubbles clung to her bare, delicate body, sliding down her skin.
Since Cifen's breasts were large—a full 34D—her hand only barely covered a portion of them. Her fair, plump breasts and the alluring deep cleavage were displayed unabashedly before Li Qiang. Following the sensual curve downward, her slender waist gave way to wide hips, with one hand covering the area in between. Her two straight, rounded, milky-white legs were as slender as jade pillars. This half-revealed, half-concealed posture left Li Qiang utterly stunned.
"Still... still staring? Hurry up and pee!" Even though Ye Cifen didn't treat her son as an outsider, being watched like this still made her feel a wave of heat.
"Oh... oh..." Li Qiang snapped back to reality and nodded dumbly. He unzipped his pants and walked toward the toilet. Pulling down his pants, he took out his hard, swollen cock. He stole another glance back, and this look was even more overwhelming. He saw his mother standing with her back to him, but what truly captivated him were her beautiful buttocks. He felt they were the best gift heaven had given his mother: plump without being excessive, large yet still firm and perky. Any man who saw them would be tempted to give them a slap, to ravage them fiercely, and exclaim, "What a fine pair of buttocks!"
"What's wrong... are you done yet?" Ye Cifen was now in an awkward position. Her body was still wet, so she couldn't put on clothes. Even if she used a towel to cover herself, it would only hide a small part. Although in her eyes, her son was still a child who hadn't grown up, it still felt somewhat inappropriate. In her earlier haste, she hadn't paid much attention, but now she just wished time would pass quickly.
"Mom... Mommy... I can't pee. It's so swollen..." Li Qiang said with a sob in his voice.
"If you can't pee, then don't force it!"
"But my stomach's about to burst. It's so urgent..."
"Let me see... ah..." Ye Cifen turned around and let out a gasp. In her gaze, her son's erect penis stood firm and upright, its shaft curving slightly upward like the curved swords often used by Japanese samurai. Above the penis was a glans the size of an egg, resembling the atomic bomb that exploded over Japan during World War II. The thick shaft, topped by the glans, looked like the mushroom cloud formed after the bomb's detonation.
This was the first time Ye Cifen had seen an adult man's sexual organ other than her husband's—and it was her own son's. Her son's member was so thick and robust, much larger than her husband's. At first glance, she was deeply shocked. She had never imagined a man could have something so substantial, and she could hardly believe her eyes, having only ever seen her husband's.
Li Qiang's thing was like a magic wand, hypnotizing Ye Cifen. Already obsessed with the taboo of mother-son relations these past few days, seeing this reality ignited a fire of desire within her instantly.
Seeing his mother stunned, Li Qiang felt a secret delight but said with concern, "Mom, what should I do?"
Ye Cifen tried to gather her composure but didn't know how to respond. Seeing her son's youthful face drenched in sweat, her heart ached with pity. She swallowed hard, thinking of the scenes described in incestuous literature, and said with difficulty, "I... I'll help you."
With that, Ye Cifen uncontrollably walked over, crouched down, and extended her delicate hand. Li Qiang could see his mother's hand trembling, but he too was filled with anticipation.
Ye Cifen stared at that thick, ugly thing—large, dark, and menacing. Yet, in her eyes at that moment, it was utterly captivating, impossible to resist.
Her mind kept screaming, "No, don't!" but her body was beyond control.
As her hand drew closer to her son's lower body, her heart was a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, anxiety, exhilaration, fear, and pain, like a spilled bottle of mixed flavors, sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. But just as she was about to touch her son's lower body, a flash of clarity crossed her mind, and she abruptly stopped her hand.
Ye Cifen wrestled fiercely with her thoughts. Should she just help her son put it back into his underwear? But how could he urinate when it was so hard?
What harm would it do to help her son masturbate just once?
No one would know anyway, she comforted herself inwardly, though it was merely an excuse.
Her paused hand suddenly, recklessly, grasped her son's lower body. An electric current surged from it, flowing like a clear spring through her entire body, leaving her tingling and numb. Unable to help herself, she lifted her head, letting her long hair cascade, to fully savor the stimulation brought by that current.
Oh!
She really grabbed it!
Mom grabbed my cock—she's helping me masturbate!
Li Qiang's body trembled noticeably. He felt his penis enveloped by a warm, moist hand, sending delicate, tingling sensations throughout his body. The glance his mother gave as she looked up was indescribably alluring—her watery eyes were utterly captivating.
Stroke. Ye Cifen began to slide her hand slowly. Li Qiang felt so good he wanted to cry out. This pleasure was a hundred, no, ten thousand times better than anything he had ever experienced before.
Mother's face was breathtakingly beautiful, flushed with a healthy glow and beads of sweat dotting her forehead. Looking down from above, Li Qiang found his gaze utterly captivated by her ample breasts, which she had forgotten to cover. Her two large breasts were fully exposed to his view, shaped like papayas, with veins prominently visible around the nipples. Since she was kneeling on one knee, he could faintly glimpse the dark shadow at the base of her thighs. His breathing grew increasingly rapid.
Ye Cifen's eyes flickered with conflict and desire. Her seductive, alluring lips parted slightly, her expression one of complete rapture. The hand holding her son's penis trembled faintly, the shaking causing his member to quiver along with it. The egg-sized glans swayed from side to side. In her hand, she could feel the intense heat and hardness of her son's flesh, while her nose caught the strong scent of hormones mixed with a faint trace of urine. A steady trickle of moisture continued to seep from between her thighs.
Slowly, she lowered her head, her red lips drawing closer and closer to Li Qiang's glans. Was she going to give him oral pleasure?
Watching his mother's red lips approach his glans, Li Qiang's heart suddenly began to pound fiercely. Her lips stopped about five centimeters away from his penis. She closed her eyes and began greedily inhaling the masculine scent emanating from Li Qiang's member. With her eyes shut, she breathed rapidly, her ample breasts hanging before her chest trembling up and down with each hurried breath.
As Ye Cifen stroked her son's penis and breathed in his scent, Li Qiang noticed that her legs had begun to press together and rub lightly against each other. That gentle friction signaled that his mother was already becoming aroused.
"Mom feels so good..." Under the stimulation of his mother's hand, it wasn't long before Li Qiang's hips began to thrust rhythmically. Thick, white semen shot out from the slit of his egg-sized glans. Since his mother's red lips and nose were positioned close to his penis, the milky, creamy fluid splattered all over her face—her hair, eyes, nose, lips, and chin. Every part of her face was baptized by his semen, and even her body was sprayed with it.
"Mmm..." Just as Li Qiang ejaculated onto Cifen's face, Ye Cifen let out a low moan. A stream of fluid gushed from her vaginal opening, splattering onto the floor. While helping her son reach climax, she had also reached her own orgasm. The intense stimulation caused her eyes to roll back and her body to stiffen.
Looking down at his mother, who was crouching naked before him with her face covered in semen, an evil thought flashed through Li Qiang's mind. His recently ejaculated glans then released a stream of clear urine, spraying it onto his mother's enraptured face. The liquid trickled down her elegant, beautiful cheeks and onto her body.
"Mmm... ah..." Ye Cifen was jolted back to awareness by the sudden stimulation. Instinctively, she stood up, her naked, delicate body now fully exposed before Li Qiang's eyes.
Amidst the swirling steam, Ye Cifen's dark hair was elegantly pinned up, revealing her fair, slender neck and smooth, jade-like skin. Her graceful and dignified face fully displayed the mature charm of a woman in her prime. Her plump, ample breasts had not sagged with age; their high, tender curves were still enough to intoxicate any man. Further down, her waist was as slender as a water snake, and below her flat abdomen, in the triangular area, grew a dense patch of soft, dark hair.
"You… you need to leave now." Ye Cifen snapped back to reality and immediately turned around, her back facing Li Qiang.
Li Qiang stared at his mother's back, her fair and rounded buttocks swaying slightly. Unable to restrain himself, he slapped her bottom with a sharp smack, sending ripples through the soft, pale flesh.
"Mom's butt is so sexy." Without waiting for her to react, he dashed out of the bathroom.
The slap sent another wave of arousal coursing through Ye Cifen's body. She slowly leaned against the cold wall and slid down, lost in thought.
It wasn't that Ye Cifen was overly lustful or sensitive—able to reach climax just from masturbating her son—but rather that her sexual desires had been suppressed for ten years. She had been adding herbs to her son's meals, meant to strengthen the body and nourish the kidneys, and she had been consuming them as well. As a result, her body had grown increasingly voluptuous, with her hips and breasts becoming fuller and more pronounced.
The only difference was that Li Qiang had started taking the herbs at the age of six, during his developmental years, while she was already an adult. For her, the herbs may have simply served as a tonic for kidney health and bodily nourishment, but for Li Qiang, they not only strengthened his body but also had the side effect of accelerating his maturation and amplifying his sexual desires.
Li Qiang was, in essence, a child raised on a slow-acting aphrodisiac.
Many things in the world seem impossible, but when you look back after putting in the effort, they often appear surprisingly simple.
That evening, as Li Qiang was studying, Ye Cifen entered his room wearing a conservative two-piece pajama set and sat down beside him.
"Qiangqiang, pause for a moment. Mom needs to talk to you."
"What is it?" Li Qiang stopped what he was doing and turned to look at his mother.
"Qiangqiang, are you… are you reading these kinds of books? Promise Mom you won't read them anymore, okay?" Ye Cifen pulled out a book about mother-son incest from behind her and stammered as she spoke.
"But a lot of kids in my class read them!" Li Qiang's face flushed red.
"Qiangqiang, your father and I have been so busy with work that we haven't been able to guide you properly. That's why this happened. Others are others, but you are you. Promise Mom you won't read these anymore, okay?"
"O… okay. But you have to promise me something too."
"What is it?"
"I… I want you to help me masturbate." Li Qiang bit his lip and trembled as he spoke.
"No!" Ye Cifen's face turned bright red as she firmly refused. These were things that should have been taught by his father, but with her husband away most of the year, it had taken all her courage just to broach the subject with her son.
"Why not, Mom?" Li Qiang's heart sank in despair.
"It's just not right. I'm your mother. It's not appropriate."
"But no one else has to know. Without these books, I can't… finish, and it's hard to focus on studying when I'm like that."
After finishing his words, Li Qiang noticed his mother had fallen silent, clearly caught in a dilemma. He pressed further, "Besides, we've already done it today. What difference does one or two more times make? Please, Mom."
"Alright... alright, as long as you don't blame me later. But you must promise not to tell anyone," Ye Cifen hesitated for a long time, her face flushed with heat as she replied.
"Mom, I'm not stupid," Li Qiang happily threw himself into his mother's arms, nuzzling his head against her chest.
"Such a little rascal, even taking advantage of your own mother," Ye Cifen patted her son's head in her embrace but didn't push him away.
"Mom, I know this isn't right, but who told you to be so beautiful? You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Many of my classmates read these kinds of books, and some even argue about whose mother is prettier or sexier, saying they want to touch them like in the stories."
"Is that so? Kids these days... cough... No wonder you said my... butt... is sexy. Don't say that again. Be honest—have you ever been interested in my body like your classmates? When you... masturbate, have you ever fantasized about me?" As she spoke, Ye Cifen's body trembled slightly.
"I... I..." Li Qiang stammered, unable to get the words out.
"So you have? Tell me the truth. I won't blame you, just be more careful in the future."
"I have."
"Cough, you little rascal. You only fantasize about me because you've never seen a real woman's body. Once you grow up and have a girlfriend, you won't think about an old lady like me anymore, hehe," Ye Cifen analyzed like a psychologist.
Hearing her say that made such fantasies seem almost normal, so Li Qiang grew bolder. He took his mother's hand and said, "Mom, I think you're much prettier than any girl."