By noon the next day, I went to the internet cafe. Da Guo had gone to play basketball and didn't bother me. I was happy to have this opportunity.
In a corner of the internet cafe, I opened a document and started typing, writing about my family situation, my mother's job, how my classmates and I discovered my mother's secret of selling adult products, how I read the novel about cuckolds, how I fantasized and felt excited, and my inner turmoil.
I wrote everything down. Anyway, nobody on the internet knows who I am, and the content in the document uses pseudonyms, so I have nothing to worry about.
After I finished writing it, I sent it to the group admin via QQ. The group admin seemed to be offline and didn't accept the document immediately, but it didn't matter, the task was already completed.
I will then upload this document to the group files. The thought of other group members viewing it fills me with a strange sense of excitement.
When I got home in the evening, I ate dinner and did my homework as usual, but when I looked at my mother, my feelings were always very complicated.
But I quickly let it go. After all, it was just a fantasy in my mind, and I didn't actually hurt my mother, so maybe I don't need to care so much.
Ever since I discovered this inner conflict, I've found myself unable to continue living and studying unless I'm satisfied with it.
At least after my psychological needs were met, I was able to concentrate on my studies and complete my revision and assignments with high quality and quantity.
In the evening, I logged into QQ on my phone and found that the group admin had already received the document and left me quite a few messages.
"That was so exciting! I have to say... your experience is absolutely legendary..."
"Especially your description of your mother: E-cup, gentle and considerate personality, and she sells adult products—she's practically the perfect cuckold mother..."
"Your classmate is a sports specialist, which will definitely satisfy your mother…"
"Your mother has been single for so long, she must have desires. Besides, she sells adult products and is stimulated by those sex toys every day, so her sexual desire must have been building up for a long time. Therefore, there is a high success rate in cuckolding your mother..."
"You can observe your mother more closely and see if she masturbates frequently... If she does, then the chances of success are even greater..."
"I'm so envious of you, and so envious of your classmate. If things really work out, would you be willing to help them get together?"
Are you there?
"Are you there? If you don't know how, I can help you come up with a plan..."
The group admin left me so many messages. As I read them, I suddenly felt nervous, a mix of tension and excitement. My breathing became rapid, but I didn't know how to answer him. Was I really willing to bring my mother and Daguo together?
It's fine to fantasize about it, but if we actually put it into practice, there might be unexpected troubles, and it could even cause a rift in my relationship with Daguo.
The normal, harmonious relationship between my mother, me, and Daguo might be disrupted. I'm a rational person, so I have to think about all this.
"I don't have that idea at the moment..." I typed a reply to the other party on my phone.
"Not yet, does that mean it will be available in the future?" The group admin replied quickly; perhaps he was using a computer to browse the internet.
"We'll talk about the future later, at least not yet..." I've only been involved for a few days and haven't even considered the practical application of this.
"I suggest you check out the novels in our group files; they're all classics by Green Mother..." the group admin typed to me.
"What is your identity? Are you a son who wants his mother to be cheated on? Or are you just an outsider with no other options?" I couldn't help but ask the group admin. It seemed like he was being taken advantage of by always asking me questions.
"I'm the same kind of person as you. I'm also a son, and I'm currently from a single-parent family. I hope my mother can be with someone else, but I haven't found the opportunity yet. But it will be soon. I have a suitable target now…" The group admin replied after a brief silence.
Seeing his words, I lowered my guard a lot, and at the same time, my breathing became disordered and I was incredibly excited.
"How about this, let's work together. I'll help you sleep with my mom, and you help me sleep with your mom, how about that?" Before I could reply, the group admin typed again.
"Tch, let's not even talk about how we're not from the same place. Even if we were, it's not that easy. Even if it were, I've seen what your mother looks like, and I don't even know if she's our type..." I'm quite outspoken online, since no one will know who I am anyway.
"Let me tell you, my mom is quite a beauty, definitely the kind that's considered pretty. She's voluptuous and has a great presence..." the group admin chatted with me.
"Photo as proof..." I typed four words and a photo came back to me very quickly.
The photo was surrounded by mosaics. It was a woman's back view. The woman was wearing a red nightgown. The nightgown was short and only covered her buttocks and half of her thighs. The other half of her thighs, calves, and feet were exposed.
Although it was just her back view, you could still see that she had a big butt, very white and straight thighs, a slim waist, and long, flowing hair. Her figure was truly amazing, almost comparable to my mother's.
Immediately afterwards, the second photo came through. It showed the woman bending over and mopping the floor. Her face and surrounding area were blurred. She was still wearing the same nightgown, but because she was bending over to mop, a patch of snow-white skin was exposed on her chest, like a snow-white cleavage and half a breast, which made my breathing quicken.
These two photos are even more provocative than those nude photos online.
"Is this really your mother? Or is it just a picture from the internet?" I couldn't help but ask, my fingers trembling.
"May our whole family die if i lie..." the group admin typed.
"Your mother doesn't look very old, so you can't be that old either, right?" I asked the other person.
"Older than you. If the mother is too old, then there's no point in having a green mother. Someone under forty is best..." The group admin typed, adding an eye roll emoji at the end.
"Hey, you haven't answered me yet. How about we try switching mothers..." the group admin typed again.
"Brother, we're not even in the same place. Even if I wanted to, it wouldn't be possible," I replied somewhat irritably. For some reason, thinking about this situation made me feel a little disappointed.
"Well, it's not bad to fantasize a little first. Let's exchange photos. You secretly take some sexy photos of your mom and I'll secretly take some sexy photos of my mom and you give them to me. It's an equal exchange..." the group admin replied again.
"To be determined, it's too late, I'm going to sleep now..." It was already very late, so I quickly gave them the "eviction notice".
After I finished speaking, I closed QQ and then stared at the ceiling with my eyes open.
To be honest, I'm really interested in mature women, especially women who are around the same age as my mother.
Perhaps it's because I have desires that I'm afraid to think about my mother, so I've transferred them to women who are around the same age as my mother.
If I had to choose between a mature woman and a girl my own age, I would definitely choose the mature woman.
Mature women are ripe and mature, sexy and voluptuous. Perhaps it's because I'm from a single-parent family that I have this particular fondness. On the street, I prefer to look at mature women and ignore the younger girls.
My penis was still erect, especially when I thought about those two photos. They were so sexy and voluptuous. If I were really in the same place as that group leader, I might actually try it. At least when that impulse comes, I really lose my mind.
"Click..." Just as I was pondering, I heard the sound of the back door opening, followed by soft footsteps.
After Mom finished her work, I quickly covered myself with the blanket and closed my eyes.
I felt my mother's footsteps stop at my door for a moment. At that moment, my mother must have been watching me from the door to see if I was asleep. Then I heard my mother enter the bedroom.
Because we live in a bungalow, the bedroom door is a handmade wooden door, and there is a glass window above the door, just to let in more light.
So when Mom stands outside the door, she can see into my bedroom through the glass, and the door to Mom's bedroom is the same.
The light in my mother's bedroom came on, and the light shone through the glass of her bedroom door into the hallway, then through the hallway into the glass of my bedroom door, making my room slightly brighter.
As I picked up my phone, a thought flashed through my mind...
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