My own secret (urban life adult novel)

I am an orphan, and grew up in an orphanage. My upbringing was very hard because no one came to visit me. So I was adopted later. My adoptive parents gave me a new name and I lived with them for a while, but I felt uncomfortable and finally returned to the orphanage. In the dramas on TV programs, I envied others for having biological parents, especially the kind of gentle maternal love. I had no idea what it was, so I yearned for it very much.

When I was in high school, I started working and saving money, hoping that one day I could leave and look for my loved ones. When I was 18 and had finally saved some money, I asked the director of the orphanage to leave. After learning of my purpose, the director tried to dissuade me at first, but was unsuccessful. In the end, he agreed that I had the right to look for my loved ones.

The dean searched for my information in an old file folder, and finally handed me a black-and-white headshot of me as a baby and a torn 2-inch black-and-white headshot of a junior high school girl. The headshot told me that when I was brought here, I didn't even have a name, and the only information I had on me was these two photos. The junior high school girl might be my biological mother, but there was no clue who my father was, and there was no news of the person who brought me here.

I had no idea what the girl in the photo would look like after 18 years, but finally I got a clue. I was relieved that although the girl in the photo was in junior high school, she was obviously a beauty. Then he copied to me the address and phone number of the person who brought me to the orphanage. I quickly thanked the director, and a few days later, after finding a cheap place to rent, I left this place.

I didn't have much savings at the beginning, and I continued to work to earn money. When my colleagues discussed the possibility of finding my mother, I learned that a credit reporting agency might be able to help me find someone. After visiting several agencies in my spare time, I was surprised to find that the prices they asked were quite high. I used up my remaining savings, which was only enough to find information about the person who brought me to the orphanage.

Anyway, it takes some time. During this period, I worked two jobs and worked very hard to make and save money. However, I was unlucky. After a while, I learned from the credit investigation agency that the man’s family had moved out of the country, and they couldn’t investigate the overseas part. So I was lost for a long time.

A year passed, and I saved some money by living frugally. I commissioned the credit reporting agency again. This time, after I handed them the tattered photo of the junior high school girl, I only said that I wanted to find the person's information and went back to wait for their news. Three months later, the other party called me and asked me to come over. I quickly took a temporary leave and went to the credit reporting company.

The client handed me a piece of information with a smile, and began to explain how he had gone through a lot of trouble to compare the style of the uniforms in the photos, and looked through graduation yearbooks through his connections. Finally, he found a female student who looked similar. After questioning, it turned out that she seemed to have had some problems, so she later lost all contact with her classmates.

As I continued to search for her academic qualifications, the credit investigation agency finally showed me a photo. The photo was of a mature beauty, who looked completely different from her student days. The other party judged that she must have had plastic surgery and put on makeup, and guessed that she probably didn't want to be recognized by acquaintances. Moreover, this woman's face was very familiar to me. I seemed to have seen her often on TV. She was the anchor of a certain TV station.

Then they told me that although she was in her 30s, she seemed to be single and not married. They didn't know the reason. Based on professional ethics, they didn't ask me why I wanted to track down this public figure. I thanked them, quickly took the information and returned to my rental house. I was happy for a long time. I spent money to buy a second-hand TV and watched the elegant and beautiful mother reporting the news at a fixed time every day.

I impulsively wanted to recognize my relative several times, but reason told me that if she wanted to recognize me, she would have come to claim me when she succeeded. But she didn't. And from some newspaper reports, it seemed that she also wanted to marry into a good family. If she found out that there was a woman who had given birth to a child and abandoned it, it would greatly devalue her own value. Thinking of this, I felt a mixture of sadness and anger.

After calming down, I thought that I should at least find a way to get closer to my mother, and we could talk about recognizing each other later. Then I started to look through the job search columns to see if there were any job opportunities at that TV station. I also often went to Internet cafes to look at the job openings at the TV station. When there was a vacancy and I applied for a full-time position, I was immediately rejected because of my insufficient academic qualifications. But I did not give up. As long as they had a vacancy, I would apply for it no matter what the job was. Even the interviewer got to know me because of this. In the end, seeing my persistence, he adjusted a part-time cleaning position for me.

In this way, I entered the TV station to work, and after getting acquainted with everyone, I found out the floor and location of my mother's office. I also learned that she almost always took a bus to the basement and then took the elevator directly to the working floor. Then I began to take the opportunity to go to the tea room on that floor to tidy up, to see if there was a chance to meet her. God rewarded those who worked hard. One day in the tea room, my mother appeared, holding her own coffee cup, and walked in while I was cleaning the tea room.

She looked at me, smiled and nodded, and I nodded back, but she didn't seem to recognize who I was. Come to think of it, I was just a baby at that time and might have looked like my father, so it was normal for her not to recognize me. She walked over in black high heels and started to fill the water. A closer look revealed that my mother had a really good figure, with a D cup breast, a small waist, a perky butt under a short skirt, and a lot of her beautiful legs exposed. Needless to say, her face was delicate and mature, and the anchor had someone specially hired to do her makeup, so she was an even more stunning beauty in real life than on TV.

When I came to my senses, I was surprised to find that I was a little hard. How could I treat my own mother like this? I stood up embarrassedly and walked out quickly. However, as the tea room was small, when the two of us met, although my mother stood forward a little to let me pass, I found that we were about the same height, but my lower body accidentally rubbed along her buttocks and squeezed her. At that moment, her body fragrance was very pleasant, which made me more excited, but my face turned a little red at the moment, and I quickly said sorry, and my mother gracefully said it was okay.

When I retreated to the tea room, I was still staring at her. Fortunately, my work pants were still hard, so my erection would not be discovered. But I was still very embarrassed. The mother turned around and looked at the blushing boy in front of her, and said with a funny smile:

"I said it's okay... Hehe... New here?"

I nodded quickly, and my mother left with the cup and a smile. This encounter left me with a bombshell in my heart, but it also made me start to have some fantasies about her body.

After that, I often ran to the tea room on that floor to wait, but it didn't mean that I was lucky enough to meet her every time. The chances were very rare. Moreover, when we met later, she would wait for me to come out first before going in to get water. And I had no reason to stare at her there. After all, there was still a difference in our positions and there would be no intersection. Her reaction to me was mostly nodding, and she didn't take the initiative to talk more, which made me a little disappointed, but I found that I had an increasing urge to see my mother.

Although I had friends of the opposite sex of the same age, I was not attracted to them and I found mature women to be very attractive to me. I told myself that it might be because I lacked and yearned for maternal love. After a while, the trend of dressing up hot and sexy to report the weather began to popularize on various TV stations. Naturally, my mother also joined in. The skirts on TV were getting shorter and shorter. One day, that hot cake skirt and black fake thigh high stockings made me unable to stand it in front of the TV. I started masturbating while watching the mother on TV.

After the excitement, I decided to take the initiative. At that time, I didn’t know whether I wanted to find my relatives or had other purposes, but I didn’t want to care about these unnecessary troubles. From that day on, I was very active in getting to know the employees on my mother’s floor. After half a year, I knew everyone except my mother. During this time, I also began to learn some technical knowledge from these people. Once when my mother’s group was going out for an interview, the photographer accidentally fell on the stairs while carrying a heavy object, but due to the timeliness of the interview, other teams were free and did not send people. I saw the opportunity and volunteered to help.

Finally, I passed the test of the injured photographer, but at most I was only allowed to do something as simple as lifting the camera and moving it around. So I finally had the opportunity to start working with my mother. At that time, I put aside my evil thoughts about my mother and concentrated on doing the job at hand. After the broadcast, everyone was surprised that my performance was better than expected, including my mother of course. Later I learned that the photographer needed a long period of rehabilitation.

I seized this opportunity and actively tried to perform well, which led to my being transferred to this department to fill a vacancy temporarily. I was very happy to work with my mother, but she still didn't know who I was. After starting this job, of course I didn't go out for interviews with my mother every time, so during this period of time I also worked harder to build good relationships with other people. The saying that you rely on your connections when you go out is absolutely true, and soon after, I was accepted as a full-time employee as an exception.

Everyone happily organized a welcome party for me. Of course, my mother also attended. I deliberately chose a seat opposite her in the restaurant because I was the protagonist, so I had some privileges. During the meal, my mother started chatting with me.

"I heard that you were very proactive in doing things before... even had several interviews?"

"Haha...has this matter spread?"

"Yeah... People say there's a young workaholic in our group..."

"Uh...thank you for the compliment..."

"Hmm... Not bad! Keep it up... I'm also a workaholic now..."

"When I first saw you... I thought you looked familiar... I think I've seen you before..."

"Mom...ah...maybe it's fate...hehe..."

I almost blurted it out at this moment, but fortunately my reason held me back. However, she seemed not to hear the first word I said, and continued to eat the food in the middle of her plate. Accidentally, some sauce got on the corner of her mouth. I quickly compared it with her. My mother slightly opened her lips and licked the corner of her lips with her tongue. The kind of teasing temptation made my lower body hard under the table. Fortunately, my mother had changed her hot short skirt and put on long pants, otherwise I would have been frozen there.

"You're quite thoughtful..."

"Host...I want to learn from you...is that ok?"

Only I know the bitterness of being able to call my biological mother the anchor, but I asked her with sincerity and enthusiasm. She stared at me for a while, smiled, and said

"Well... I'll try to help you..."

"You seem to be very attentive... A workaholic paired with a workaholic... isn't bad..."

"But... I will fuck you hard... Don't blame me when the time comes...!"

Of course I nodded happily, and then we started chatting. When she learned that I was an orphan, she was a little stunned, as if she remembered something, but that expression flashed by in an instant. I asked her what was wrong, and she just said lightly that it was nothing. But hearing this made me very angry. It turned out that I was just an insignificant existence in her life, so I must work harder to regain my position.

I was so angry that I started to do stupid things and started to think about things without thinking. Then I asked my mother

"Anchor...you are so beautiful...do you have a boyfriend...?"

At this time, everyone looked at me awkwardly, and the atmosphere was a little weird. At this time, my mother said very unhappily:

"This is my privacy... It's none of your business..."

After saying that, I went to the bathroom. Everyone came to laugh at my stupidity, saying that although my mother was glamorous, her love life was not going well. Even now that she has reached the right age to get married, she still hasn't found a suitable candidate. She doesn't seem to like ordinary people. In addition, the people she dates are all powerful people who are more picky. So for some reason, my mother's love life has always been empty, so she focuses on work. This matter is an open secret in the team, but because she cares a lot, no one dares to mention it. I've touched a big landmine.

I cursed myself for being stupid and quickly asked the waiter to bring a drink to my mother's table. Soon after, she came back and sat down.

"Host... Sorry... This drink is for you..."

"Haha...it's okay...but you have to remember...I value privacy very much...you have to be careful in future cooperation!"

She seemed to enjoy this feeling of being superior, so I roughly understood how to get along with her next. Moreover, she didn't seem to regret her promise to help me get her to be my exclusive photographer just because of this sentence that offended her. I knew that she was a woman who could separate work and personal affairs.

Not long after, I was transferred to the position I wanted as I wished. My position was outside her office. Because of this, I began to observe her. She must have a cup of coffee every morning. After asking my colleagues, I knew what kind of coffee she drank. Then, I took the opportunity to buy a portable cup from the coffee shop downstairs in the company during work one day. I started to buy her a cup every day and fill it up and put it on the desk in her office.

At first she was a little embarrassed, but seeing that she couldn't persuade me, she let me continue buying coffee for her. From her smug expression, I could tell that my mother enjoyed being respected and didn't mind being gossiped about. Because my mother was very strict at work, the people under her kept their distance from her, which created this contrast. But she had scolded me for work before, but I thought that this was also a kind of education from my mother, compensating for the shortcomings in my heart, so I didn't care too much.

My mother admires my resilience, but she doesn’t know that I can endure it because I grew up in such a background. Many times when chatting with me, she revealed that I am very similar to her and I also have this kind of never-give-up character. After hearing this, I secretly rejoiced that maybe it was inherited from my mother, but she didn’t know that, and in this way, the distance between us became closer.

I couldn't touch her love life, so I made up my mind to work hard. Every time I went out for an interview, I would restrain my evil thoughts about her, no matter how revealing or short her clothes were, or how sweet she smelled, I would hold back and look for the best angle and picture in the shooting. After a period of hard work, my mother won the award.

She was very happy to share this honor with me, so she decided to treat me to a meal. On the day of the appointment, my mother was dressed very young and beautiful, with a black fitted short skirt dress and riding boots. The two of us started to eat in the restaurant. This time, my mother spoke first.

"You are a really nice young man, and you work very hard...?"

"Thank you, host..."

"Why don't you get a girlfriend..."

"Uh...no...hehe..."

"Ah... this is your privacy... I'm sorry... Then I'll tell you about my own affairs... to express my apology!"

"Does the anchor have a boyfriend...?"

"I have a suitor...but...I don't like him very much..."

"What's your perspective on boys?"

"Well... for now... I have given up on those rich people... so the person has to be capable at work..."

"Hehe... If I were a guy with good work ability like you..."

"Same as me?"

"Haha... But don't think too much... You are too young... What a pity..."

"What a shame... Host, you said it's a shame...?"

"Heh... it's a pity for you... little brother... otherwise I should agree that you are qualified to be a suitor..."

It was really wonderful and exciting to be flirted with by my mother as if she were a young stranger. But I found that my mother was so open after we became acquaintances. She dared to interact with the opposite sex like this. I continued to chat with her in this way.

"Really? I'm happy that the host thinks so..."

"Let me make it clear first... It was because of your hard work that I won the award... So I admire you very much..."

"If I win an award again in the future, then... maybe I will appreciate you even more... little brother!"

"Uh... okay... I'll try my best..."

"What if...what if...someday...host...will you agree to my pursuit...?"

"Are you serious...? Come on... I've seen your personnel information... There's a ten... uh... many years difference between us..."

"No, anchor, you don't look older than me at all..."

"Hehehe... Stop imagining that... Let's talk about it after I meet the conditions I just mentioned..."

I had mixed feelings. On the one hand, I thought my mother was a queen bee who would take advantage of men. On the other hand, I was happy. Since she treated me as a stranger, I didn't have to worry about any ethical restrictions and could just pursue her as an older member of the opposite sex. She didn't know anyway, and I had never had a girlfriend.

After the meal, I wanted to take her home, but she insisted on taking a taxi. From her attitude, I knew that she was able to protect herself. But it didn’t matter, at least I had set a goal for myself. There was a typhoon soon, and all TV stations would definitely do real-time reports, but the interviewers would be exposed to risks. Everyone was very reluctant to do this kind of hard work, so in the end, my mother and I, along with a few others, went out together.

My mother was very dedicated and went into some disaster areas or flooded rapids. After one report, she accidentally slipped in the water. At this time, other staff were in the car. I quickly put the machine away and ran to pick her up and hugged her tightly. Although she appeared to be very calm, her trembling body betrayed her hidden fear. I helped her to sit on a safe big rock, squatted down and reached out to grab her white and tender legs under her short skirt, slowly lifted them up, took off the rain boots, and poured out the water. I looked up and saw that my mother was still calming her fear, so she didn't stop me from doing this. When I lowered my head to take off the other shoe, my eyes saw the underwear in the middle of the thigh. I was stunned for a moment, then quickly lifted the other beautiful leg to take off the shoe. The soft touch of that leg meat was really great.

My mother sat on the stone with her legs spread open. After a while, she seemed to realize that I was squatting down and saw her underwear. She quickly covered the exposed parts with both hands. Her face was very red. Seeing this, I quickly apologized to her. I was about to get scolded, but my mother smiled and shook her head and said it was okay. Then she took back the black rain boots that had been poured out of the water, turned around, put on the shoes, and quickly walked back to the car.

Although it was awkward for a while in the car, she soon returned to normal. The next day we went deeper into another place, this time in the mountains. The constant falling rocks made everyone tremble with fear. Seeing my mother go there first, I hurriedly followed her. This time I didn't dare to be too far away from her, because there were so many falling rocks. Halfway through the report, I saw a small stone falling from her head. I ran over to pull her away, and turned around to protect her with my body, so I was hit on the back. Fortunately, it was a small stone. After the report was stopped, my mother checked my injuries anxiously, so I only had a little bleeding and bruising. It felt good to be cared for by her. In this way, I saved the beauty twice during this typhoon. She also knew that I was protecting her, so I could feel that she was very happy, and the two of us became closer.

Because the TV station had good ratings due to the footage and location reports, the company gave my mother some credit and bonuses. After get off work, my mother asked me to go to her office and started asking if my injuries had gotten better. Then she asked if I wanted to treat me to a meal. I shook my head and said no. She kept saying that she was very grateful to me for protecting her, so she hoped to reward me with something.

At this time, some thoughts flashed through my head, but they were too explicit. Although my mother and I have a good relationship at present, she would definitely not agree to that kind of request at the moment. After some negotiation, I jokingly said that a kiss would be enough. My mother deliberately used her beauty to induce me to help her do things, so I wanted to see her reaction to this request.

My mother was stunned for a moment, then she walked out of the door and looked around. After closing the door and covering the curtains, she came over, tiptoed and kissed me on the cheek, and said a little embarrassedly,

“Is this okay…?”

"No...it has to be this way..."

As I was talking, I put my arm around my mother's waist from behind and leaned our bodies against her. She leaned her upper body back a little, and I kissed her on the lips. After a few kisses, I began to put my tongue into her mouth. She was a little overwhelmed at first, but when my tongue was in, she let go and stuck out her tongue to lick and kiss me. I didn't know her saliva was so sweet. I grabbed her hair that was tied behind her head with my other hand, and she held my shirt tightly with both hands. We kept kissing for a long time without realizing it. I unconsciously put my leg between her two beautiful legs in stockings and began to push up. When the narrow skirt was pulled up until her underwear was about to appear, she clamped my feet with her legs and pushed me away with a little force.

“Well…well…ok…ok…it’s ok…”

"My lipstick and makeup are all ruined..."

After she squeezed out these words, I regained my senses and gently let her go. At this time, she leaned back on the supervisor's desk, began to pull down her skirt to cover her vaguely visible underwear, began to organize her clothes, and quickly took out a mirror from the drawer to see if her makeup had fallen off. Soon after, she turned around.

"Hmm... Is this... ok?"

"Uh... Host, I..."

"Well... I know what you want to say... But... We are still in a boss-subordinate relationship..."

"Just work hard first. If you win another award, I'll consider the follow-up!"

"Just considering it?"

"It's good to be considered... You're so young... There are other competitors... If you want to achieve a 'sister-brother relationship' you have to work harder than others!"

Well, it is indeed impossible to achieve success overnight in this society. I have already made a good fortune by having a French kiss with my mother today. At least she has offered conditions. I asked if I should send her home, but she still refused and let me go back by myself.

From that day on, I worked harder, often took the initiative to work overtime, accumulated a lot of experience, and became more adept at my work. My mother was very happy to see my efforts. As a result, our group performed very well within the company. During this time, I also observed that my mother had a suitor. After eavesdropping on several phone conversations outside her office door, I guessed that the other party seemed to be a playboy and did not seem to value my mother that much.

One day it was raining. My mother was supposed to get off work on time, but was delayed by some unexpected events. Her cell phone kept ringing but she couldn't answer it. After finally finishing work after an hour or two, she rushed downstairs immediately, but forgot to bring her umbrella. I also took the elevator and rushed downstairs, but saw my mother slamming a car door angrily at the door. There seemed to be a woman sitting in the seat between the doors. Soon the car drove away and she stood in the rain. I quickly opened the umbrella and ran to hold it for her. My mother turned to look at me, the anger on her face had not yet subsided, probably because they had just had a big fight.

I saw the car stopped on the side of the road in the distance for some reason, and it was not stopped at a red light. Soon after, the car accelerated forward. My mother also saw this scene. After watching it, she smiled smugly and spoke.

"Thank you for saving me..."

"Uh... No... Host, I'll call a taxi for you..."

Then I hailed a taxi, opened the door and let her get in. Seeing that she was still in a bad mood, I asked

"Do you need me to take you home...?"

My mother didn't answer, but moved to leave a seat near the door. I took a taxi directly. Soon after, a dissatisfied voice said

"It's just that he couldn't leave for work, so he went to see his female friends an hour or two later..."

"Uh... the job of an anchor is very hard... I should be more considerate of you..."

"Yeah... you're right... you're really considerate..."

She smiled at me and I asked.

"That was your anchor just now...?"

"He is nothing anymore... I have made up my mind..."

I was secretly delighted but didn't dare show it. Then we took a bus to an upscale community. After we got off the bus, I stood on the first floor. She turned around and looked at me, waved, and said we could go upstairs together. Anyway, she wanted to find someone to talk to. After entering the house, I was shocked by the exquisite decoration. It turned out that my mother lived a very comfortable life. The hard life of an orphan in my heart immediately flashed through my mind. I felt very heavy in my heart. But it didn’t matter. As long as I had my mother, I could probably make up for the shortcomings of my childhood.

After I came to my senses, my mother came over with two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine, probably ready to express her dissatisfaction. Then she started to criticize the man, complaining that he disliked her and had investigated things that happened when she was young. So, he was not dating her before marriage and was just planning to have fun. She became more and more indignant as she spoke, but she did not reveal what the things that happened when she was young were. I guess I was the reason.

I kept praising my mother's appearance, work ability, etc., and said all the nice things I could, intending to show that I cherished her very much. Under this comparison, her mood became better and better. Seeing this opportunity, I told her about the company's announcement that we were going to win an award and be promoted again. My mother had drunk a lot of wine at this time, and she looked at me very happily and said

"Haha... there are so many happy things when I'm with you..."

"So... host... what did you say at the last celebration dinner between the two of us...?"

She tilted her head and thought for a while, then looked at me with a smile and nodded. I happily walked behind her, slowly hugged her, and began to kiss her neck. After a while, she gently pushed me away and said with a smile.

"Hey... No... Let's just start with a relationship..."

"In the company... you still have to treat me as your supervisor..."

I also stopped, and after we had a final passionate French kiss, I said I wanted to leave and go home, because if I continued like this, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control my impulses. If I succeeded once but lost my future, it would not be worth it.

Although we behaved normally in the company at first, as time went on, our unusually close relationship was noticed by our colleagues, and the fact that I was dating the anchor became an open secret in the company. After we started dating, I was able to often go to my mother's house for dinner and overnight stays, but she would at most let me kiss her. This made me wonder if my mother was also a veteran in the love field and would be so willing to date a young man like me. Was she just trying to have fun? But I don't want this to happen, so for now I can only follow normal ways of dating and test it step by step.

After our relationship lasted for a long time, Valentine's Day came. I brought the Valentine's Day meal I had bought to my mother's house, and we started to have a romantic candlelight dinner. Because we were public figures, she didn't mind not going out to a restaurant to eat, but rather it was more private and comfortable at home. After we finished eating and flirting, I asked her if I could see her childhood photos. She asked me interestingly why I wanted to see those.

My mother treated me as an ordinary person, but I knew my mother's identity. However, I still had some doubts about whether she was my biological mother, so I wanted to verify it myself. I replied that I wanted to prove that she was as young and beautiful as when she was young. She smiled and took my hand and walked into the room. She took out an iron box from the cabinet and found a lot of old photos. I began to look at her graduation yearbooks from different periods and we began to talk and laugh about her past. She then said that I was lucky because she almost never let people see her old photos because something happened so she didn't want her old friends to recognize her. Since I was very young, it shouldn't matter, so she let me see it.

At the bottom of the iron box, I found a small paper bag used by photo processing shops. I poured out the contents. It was her headshots from different periods of her life, including those from her student days when she was making ID cards. I slowly placed them one by one on the pillow. Finally, I saw a very familiar headshot of a junior high school girl. With a trembling hand, I put the photo first. My mother saw me and smiled and asked me what was wrong. I quickly came to my senses and said,

"Uh... the photo of you in junior high school seems to be different from your current appearance..."

"Haha... Girls change a lot when they grow up... Are they prettier now?"

"They all look good... She is indeed a beauty..."

"Of course... I've had a boyfriend since junior high school..."

"Haha... I'm such a lucky man..."

Seeing that my mother had just finished reporting the weather today, she was wearing that shirt, a red wavy short skirt, and black thigh-high stockings. She was lying on her side, holding up her wavy flaxen hair with one hand, talking to me. She looked very sexy. I put the graduation album and photos under the bed, deliberately leaving the middle school headshot, then turned around and kissed my mother and said,

"Mmm...you are so beautiful...my beauty!"

The two began to kiss each other passionately. My mother opened the bedside table with her hands and took out a condom for me. I turned my back to her, took off my clothes, put the condom on my swollen and slightly painful penis, and then used my fingernails to pinch a hole in the silicone in front of the glans. My mother didn't see what I was doing, but just picked up the junior high school headshot on the pillow.

"There is one more card that I haven't received yet..."

"Baby... don't worry about it for now... I'll collect it later..."

I threw my hot body onto my mother and began to kiss her passionately, unbuttoning her shirt and bra. When the huge breasts were exposed, I began to taste the breast milk that I had never sucked with my mouth and caressed her private parts. After a while, my mother became wet under the intense teasing. I roughly tore her panties and stockings, exposing the wet pussy completely. I sniffed the seductive feminine body fragrance that flowed out with the body fluids.

After such intense stimulation, my mother forgot to let go of the headshot in her hand and kept holding it. I couldn't help it at this time, so I directly stuck my dick into her and started pumping hard, contributing my virginity to honor my biological mother who I had confirmed. Her two beautiful legs in stockings were lifted up high by me, still holding the headshot in her hand, as if she had a name tag on her, telling me who she was.

"Ah~ah~so...good~ah..."

“More… more… give it to me… ah… ah…”

"You look so sexy when you hold the photo in front of me..."

"Ah...ah...you...little boy...have such a weird...habit..."

"Great....Mmmmm....Mmmmm....Young man...Great...Mmmmm..."

My mother was panting and kept holding the photo at my request, while her other hand was constantly touching me. I kept flirting with her and asked her if she was comfortable. She shouted that it was great. Her lewd expression made me very excited. The beautiful woman on the anchor desk was mating with me. At this time, I remembered the welcome party, and I said

"Host... do you still remember... what you said to me at the orientation party?"

"Hmm...Hmm...what...?"

"You said you would fuck me hard... and now I am fucking you hard..."

“Hmm… um… you’re so bad… saying this… ah~ah~~”

At this time I changed the action and let her lie on her side, lifted one of her legs, and penetrated her from behind. She screamed more intensely, indicating that she had never used this position before. After a while, she began to twist her waist actively, and waves of honey gushed out. I excitedly asked her if she had an orgasm. She didn't answer, but her limp arms told me everything. While she was still dazed, I lifted her body up and let her sit on me, and started to have sex with her in the man-on-top position. At that time, I picked up the photo that she had let go and put it in her hand, asking her to continue holding it, and turned the photo towards me. She also obeyed my instructions, twisting her waist more actively, asking for her unsatisfied carnal desires.

"Yeah... so special..."

"Holding... um... the photo... this way... it's so... special... ah... ah... I... want..."

"More... I want... ah..."

At this time, I could actually feel that my mother's hot and wet vaginal fluid was nourishing my glans through the hole in the condom. I began to push up more vigorously, and she used her free hand to knead one of her breasts. After a few minutes, her whole body began to tense up again. After a while, she began to push forward with her lips pursed, and then she fell forward again, lying powerlessly on me. I could feel that her whole body was covered with sweat.

I held her up and after stripping her upper body, I turned her over, made her kneel on the bed with her hands on her knees, her butt lifted up by me, and I started thrusting from behind. She exclaimed at how good my stamina was, and then she began to moan for a while.

"Mmm...I can't take it anymore...You're so good...I can't take it anymore..."

“Hmm…it’s going to break…it’s going to break…ah…ah~ah~ah~ah~ah”

“It’s almost… It’s over… Please… It’s over… Ah…”

"Do you want to end it? You have to give me some excitement..."

She first held up the photo, turned around and looked at me blankly. I shook my head, and suddenly she turned around and shouted

"I can't take it anymore... I'm gonna... Ahhh... I'm gonna get pregnant... I'm gonna get pregnant with your child... Ahhh..."

I had never expected this trick, and I started to ejaculate my virgin semen as if I had received some order. I longed to let the semen penetrate the hole in the condom and enter my mother's body. So I grabbed her waist tightly, pressed her back hard, and squeezed my penis inside with all my strength. She probably thought that I was wearing a condom so she was confident in letting me do this, and she also orgasmed.

I stepped back a few times and pulled out my cock. My mother lay limp and continued to enjoy the afterglow of her orgasm. I took off the condom and found that a lot of semen had been ejaculated but very little semen was inside the condom. I smiled happily, opened the trash can and quickly threw away the condom. I saw my mother slowly turn over with her legs spread. I took some toilet paper to help her clean it up. Only I knew what had flowed out. Then she slowly placed the close-up photo facing me between her breasts and said with a weak smile.

"Are you satisfied... you weird little brat..."

"Can you...really get pregnant? Aren't you wearing it?"

"I know you guys love hearing this kind of words... Otherwise... how could you let me go..."

"Young man... so great... so strong... I haven't felt this exciting for a long time..."

"But... I'm so tired..."

Seeing that she was still unsatisfied, I leaned over and kissed her, and asked her if I could want her in the future. My mother put her arms around my shoulders and nodded shyly. Just like that, we started a life full of sex. Finally, she was very tired and wanted to fall asleep. Before falling asleep, she asked me to put away her photo. I picked up the photo and told myself with satisfaction that the beautiful mature woman who was falling asleep next to me after making love was indeed my biological mother.

But I was still worried that if my mother was just having fun, she might abandon me again soon, so I decided to make things a done deal. One time when my mother was taking a shower, I secretly cut up several boxes of condoms in her cabinet with a razor blade. After that, whenever I had the chance, I would have sex with her with the broken condoms, and I would make her exhausted, and then I would make her fall asleep immediately.

In the company, I deliberately made our actions more and more obvious. After my colleagues joked with me several times, my mother also knew that her relationship with me was known to everyone, so she felt that it didn't matter whether it was a secret or not. I also moved to my mother's house to live with her, and I suddenly discovered that she had a strong sexual desire. It might be because she was around 35 years old, which is the reproductive period of human females. There were even several times when we had sex every day in a week.

So, after we made our relationship public, our colleagues often joked about our "sister-brother relationship" during dinner parties, but I knew in my heart that it was not a "sister-brother relationship" but a genuine "mother-son relationship" full of taboos. Three months later, one day at noon when we were eating, halfway through the meal, my mother suddenly covered her mouth and ran to the corner to vomit violently. Everyone was shocked, and everyone ran to ask if she had a stomachache. My mother shook her head palely.

Some experienced older women recognized what the reaction was. They turned around and made the "you, you, you" gesture to me. My mother's face turned red and she knew what was going on with her. If she had been pregnant with me before, she would be very familiar with this kind of "morning sickness" experience. After helping her to the office to rest, everyone kept saying congratulations to me without even judging me. I felt a little embarrassed.

Soon the news spread throughout the entire TV company, and many of my mother's suitors were heartbroken when they heard the news. Since she was the leading anchor, even the boss called her personally to wish her the best and volunteered to help with our wedding. Everyone in the company was also very kind and wanted to pair us up. They even joked with me privately that since the anchor had found love after getting married, they hoped her temper would become better.

After get off work, everyone urged me to take my mother to the hospital for a prenatal check-up. It turned out that she was more than two months pregnant and the fetus would press on her stomach, causing this phenomenon. Upon hearing the report, the mother's face looked very solemn, and she said regretfully that she did not notice the irregular menstruation, because she had said before that due to work pressure, her period would be irregular, with periods once a month or twice a month. She didn't expect that once she was negligent, it would be a fait accompli.

After returning home, there was no romantic proposal, only a young man who kept assuring her that he would be responsible to the end. However, my mother was unmoved. I then told her that the boss said that since I was an orphan, the role of my elder would fall to him. Seeing that she was in a dilemma, my mother, who was very concerned about her image, was forced to agree to marry me.

In order to avoid difficulties with her growing belly, we booked a restaurant, took wedding photos and made preparations for the wedding in just one month with the help of all colleagues. Then on the wedding day, almost everyone in the company came to witness it. My future wife's father, who is actually my grandfather, led my mother, who was wearing a white veil, into the venue. When he slowly took my mother's hand under the spotlight, he held the microphone and said

"I'm leaving my only daughter in your care...please take good care of her..."

It was an indescribable sense of accomplishment. Then, with the blessings of the witness and the master of ceremonies, I helped my mother put on the wedding ring. The wedding banquet began immediately. Colleagues and friends took turns to go on stage to tease us. My mother and I kissed passionately on the stage to show our deep love. My father-in-law and mother-in-law (grandparents) were so moved that they cried in the audience.

Then we went to toast each table, and everyone gave us their best wishes. Someone said something that left a deep impression on me.

"Congratulations to the two handsome and beautiful 'newcomers'!"

"Congratulations, groom... If your mother knew, she would be very happy that you married such a beautiful bride..."

"Looking closely, you two really do look like a couple..."

I turned to look at my mother, she smiled at me happily, and I quickly answered

"That's right...my mother must be very happy now!"

"You are destined to be together if you have the same face as yours... That's how you can marry a beautiful anchor..."

"Okay, stop teasing me... From now on you have to call me wife... I'm still a live streamer..."

"Oh my god...this is so sweet!"

The last sentence was said by many women at the same time, teasing us. Then she changed into several wedding dresses and entered the venue again. When we saw the guests off, many people took photos with us. I was also very proud when everyone wished me and my mother to have a baby soon.

That night, I took off my mother's wedding dress in the hotel room, leaving her with only her vest and white fishnet stockings, and then we started having intense sex, which made her scream

"My husband is awesome!"

"Ah... there's a baby in my belly... don't be too hard... um..."

Because the wedding was really tiring, after we made love, we fell asleep in each other's arms. The next day, we both had vacation time, so we went to the household registration office to register our marriage. We both had each other's names on the spouse column on our ID cards. At that moment, I began to sincerely thank my adoptive parents for giving me my name, which allowed me to marry my beautiful mother openly and legally. Of course, this was a big secret in my heart that only I knew.

We went on our honeymoon like a newlywed couple. During the trip, my mother, who had become my wife, warned me that although we got married in a hurry, my parents-in-law (my grandparents) didn’t know me very well. She strongly urged me to treat them as my own parents. I said confidently:

"I didn't have any elders to be filial to before. For you, my dear wife... I can even respect them as if they were my grandparents..."

"You... just like to joke around... you love me so much?"

"Of course! You are a woman as important as my mother... and now you have my child..."

"What if I meet your mother someday, will you treat her better than I treat you?"

"I can guarantee that I will treat you better, but if you both fall into the water, I will rescue you both at once...ha..."

"It would be best if you could save both of us at once..."

"My dear wife... I don't dare to say anything to others... but I'm sure it will work for me...!"

"Okay, okay... when that day comes, I'll see how you perform, husband..."

After that we started our married life. I was very filial to my parents-in-law, and my performance was much better than my wife's expectations. Because she was pregnant, my wife's position was temporarily transferred to a less stressful clerical job, and of course I was transferred along with her. My position and salary also increased, but it was still not as high as that of the more senior wives. But because of my careful care and performance, she finally settled down and fell in love with me, and no longer complained about my income and status.

Her belly was getting bigger day by day, so I took her to the prenatal check-up and found that the fetus seemed to have a little abnormality. Fortunately, with the improvement of medical standards, this problem was quickly resolved. This gave my husband and me a false alarm, but I was also worried that this might be caused by inbreeding. Fortunately, it was not discovered in the end.

When my mother was already pregnant, she still had a strong sexual desire, but I was afraid of hurting my child, so I declined several times. One night, my wife went straight back to her room after dinner. After I cleaned up, I followed her into the room. I saw that my wife had changed into sexy fishnet stockings and erotic clothes. She was naked and lying on the bed with her belly bulging, moaning and tempting me. I almost couldn't control myself and froze at the door. At this time, she smiled playfully and said.

"I have an idea..."

She carefully held her belly, opened the iron box of account photos, took out the photo from junior high school, held it in her hand and began to moan. The sexual suggestion of violating my own pregnant mother at that moment made me lose my mind. I quickly took off my clothes, climbed onto the bed, laid her down on the bed and started to thrust into her swollen belly.

"Ah... That's right... That's it... Um... It's been a long time... "

“Ahh… ah… good… good… ah… ah… ah…”

"I knew it...husband...you love me...taking photos...what a weird...habit..."

"Only this photo will work...my beautiful wife..."

She only said one thing right. I love her taking the photo, but it's not because this action is attractive. It's because this photo and this action have a special meaning to me. But at that time I had already fallen into the frenzy of incest, and my wife just thought I was very strong.

Her swollen belly rose and fell with the thrusting, and her love juices continued to flow out, even more than usual. At this time, it felt like my wife's breasts had grown a size larger, probably a change in preparation for breastfeeding. I sucked and bit them, enjoying the plump taste. I guess it was because she had a baby in her belly, my wife was climaxing more intensely, and after I pulled out, I put it in her mouth for her to swallow. At that time, I turned my head to look at her in the photo, and then looked at her intoxicated face with her eyes closed and her tongue licking the semen beside her mouth, which gave me an indescribable sense of redemption.

A few months later, she gave birth to a daughter. When I went to accompany her during the birthing process and saw the baby slip out, I happily shouted "I'm a father!" And it was my biological mother who helped me to carry on the family line. When she went home to start breastfeeding the fetus, I would always deliberately go over to her and secretly suck her milk. I will never forget the sweet taste. One time, my wife couldn't stand it and complained:

"You drank it all... the child won't have any to drink..."

I hugged her from behind and started to squeeze her breasts. Milk sprayed everywhere. I smiled and said

"Look, it's still a lot... It won't hurt if I drink a little... Maybe I didn't drink it when I was a kid..."

"Hey... don't make it all over the place..."

"Really? Why don't you go to your mom if you want to drink? Would drinking mine make you feel better?"

"Well... this makes me feel like drinking my mother's breast milk... Okay, my dear wife..."

"Hmph... I can't do anything to you... just come over here and suck it..."

My wife lifted her breasts with her hands and let me suck them as much as I wanted. She gradually felt pleasure and began to make strange nasal sounds. When I was satisfied, I saw that my wife's face was flushed, and she looked at me with seductive eyes, biting and licking a finger.

Of course I knew that she was aroused. After putting the child away, I carried her into the room. She suddenly pulled my clothes and told me to be gentle as the wound might still hurt. I smiled and said there were other ways. At this time, I stripped her naked and let her lie on the bed. Her vagina was already very wet. She asked me if I wanted to do it from behind. I didn't answer her but started to wipe the vaginal fluid that was constantly oozing out of her, smearing it all over my penis and her buttocks.

"I'm going to start...wife."

"Ah...husband...where are you touching...?"

At this time, I used my fingers to open her back door in an instant, and inserted the wet penis into the back door. My wife screamed in pain.

"Ah...don't...it hurts...ah..."

The tight back door really made it difficult for me to move. I smeared more love juice on it and started to pump it hard. My wife shook her head violently at first, and soon began to make comfortable sounds.

"Do you really not want your wife anymore...?"

"Yes...I want..."

After hearing her breathless answer, I boldly began to thrust in and out. Then she began to moan, and her vaginal fluid kept dripping, flowing down her thighs and all over the bed.

"So tight? No one has used it before?"

She shook her head vigorously, and seeing this, I became even more excited and pushed harder. It seemed that I pushed too hard, and my back door was torn a little and a little blood came out.

"You are bleeding...wife...haha...it's like your virginity is mine..."

"Hmm...you're so bad...hmm...over there...yes...I gave you my first time...hmm..."

Because she experienced a different kind of stimulation, she reached orgasm and I ejaculated inside her back door. After I let go, she angrily hit me a few times and told me how angry she was.

During this period of time, her abnormal schedule of taking care of the old baby made her a little emotionally unstable, and I often comforted her. One time, she looked at the child and cried silently. I asked her what was wrong. After taking a deep breath, she said that she had something to confess to me and I should not be angry. After I agreed, she began to say that this child was actually her second child. She gave birth to a child when she was in junior high school and was ignorant. Later, she asked her parents' friends to take the child away for disposal.

When she finished, she saw that I was very calm and asked me if I was angry. I shook my head and then said that I was also an orphan and she felt sorry for reminding me of the bad past. Then she also said that she was worried that the abandoned child would hate her in the future. She asked me what orphans think of their mothers. I said coldly:

"Honestly, I will definitely hate my mother and want to take revenge on her, no matter what method I use..."

"I even want her to give birth to my child, so that she can know that children are different from mothers..."

After hearing this, her face turned pale and she asked me

"That's incest... I didn't expect that even someone as gentle as you would hate it enough to have such thoughts...?"

"Then you have to protect me, my husband... I don't want to be in the same situation as the child I abandoned..."

"I will protect you... But... Speaking of which... I have forgiven my mother now... Because I have found someone just like her... That's you."

This made her very happy and her face turned red with embarrassment, but she didn't know that I was telling the truth.

"You're just a sweet talker... oops... the child is about to wake up..."

"Hehe... my dear daughter... come and go for a walk with grandma later..."

"What do you mean by grandma? It's 'Mom~Mom~'... Don't call me that..."

"Okay...Mom...I'll be obedient..."

My wife glared at me and picked up the child, but I deliberately pointed to my breasts with my hands, which made her laugh. Afterwards, I discussed with her about asking my father-in-law and mother-in-law to help take care of the baby so that we could have some leisurely time together. My wife agreed without hesitation because she really didn't like taking care of children.

After the child went to daycare, our lives became a lot easier. After my wife went for beauty SPA to restore her figure, I started to actively pursue sex with her again. She would also use all kinds of sexy clothes to tease me. Everyday life was quite erotic and exciting.

After a while, I asked her if she had any information about abandoned children. She found a very old box and took out a yellowed photocopy paper with a photocopied photo on it. It was the photo of me when I was a child, but it was unfortunately not very clear. My wife asked me what I was doing. I replied that of course I had to see the other person's appearance clearly so that I could protect her. Then she came over to study with me. I asked her if she had a clearer one, but she said that the only photo was given to her parents and friends, and probably the child was the only one with the original photo. My wife looked at the photo carefully, then looked at me and said to me jokingly

"Hmm? Don't you think this baby's facial features are a little bit like yours?"

"Yes, not only do I look like my beautiful wife, but I also look like her first child..."

"Haha... I can't stand you... So funny?"

She slapped me and complained about my silly jokes.

"So... I found you!"

"Huh...? What do you mean...?"

"You said I look like this kid... I'll just pretend to be him... to see how you react..."

"Hmph... You're so frivolous..."

"You pretend to be this child... Then I will pretend to be his mother..."

"Really? Do you like playing this role-playing game? "

Then I threw my wife down, lifted her skirt, and began to caress her thighs in her transparent stockings.

"Mom... I'm going to violate you..."

"Mm...be good...mom will give it to you...let mom make it up to you..."

"Mom, you are so great... so beautiful..."

As he spoke, he began to undress this woman who had a dual identity for me, and began to kiss and touch her body. Then he bit her nipples, which were full of milk fragrance, and began to suck the milk, and kept playing with her nipples with his tongue.

"Ha...good son...try to suck... let mom... make up for it... you didn't drink it...ah..."

"So...good...sucking...comfortable...ah...son...ah...ah..."

Her hands also joined the battle, and she kept kneading and spraying milk, and kept screaming in her mouth.

"Mom...you're so slutty...for whom...?"

"Um... Yes... Son... For... Son, you..."

"Well... give it to me...son...mom...quick..."

At this time, my wife stretched her legs and lifted them up, tearing her stockings and underwear, as if she told me to invade her quickly

"Mom...I don't wear condoms..."

"Well...good son...it's okay...come in quickly..."

"Yeah... so big... Son, you are so big... Um... harder... um... stuffed~~~"

"Haah...ah...so intense...so great..."

"Mom, you're so juicy..."

"Yes...to help you get pregnant..."

"Then I want you to get pregnant...Mom..."

"Okay...um...well...well...punish...uh...punish my bad mother...uh..."

"Fertilize...Mom...is going to ejaculate..."

"Give it to me... Now in the dangerous period... I'm going to get pregnant... I have to be pregnant~~~Yeah~~~~~"

"I'm going to get pregnant with my son... um... um um ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

At this time, my hot semen ejaculated into her uterus at this stimulating moment. My wife also clamped my buttocks tightly with her legs, as if showing the joy of being inseminated. When she got up to sort out her clothes after the climax, she laughed at me for being so perverted. This time, the sex was extremely intense and she actually liked to play this kind of role. I kissed her to enlarge her lips and told her that this was the truth.

Although she still didn't understand what my last sentence meant, I quickly asked her if the dangerous period was true. She smiled and told me the truth. She agreed to have two children, and it would be fine if I had it again. I would have a lifetime earlier to avoid the unhealthy child. I hugged her happily, but she added

"Fortunately you are really my husband... If you were violated by the abandoned son and still have a child... it would be strange if I didn't collapse!"

"Believe me...you will never collapse...wife..."

"Well...that's because you're by my side..."

Then, I reached into my pocket and touched the photo of myself when I was a child, and hesitated whether to let her know this ulterior secret.