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Lady Rose (Full Text, 320,000 words)

Mother and son, master and slave, discipline and punishment—what kind of sparks of pain and pleasure will fly when I discover that my biological mother is the renowned Rose Lady in the SM world?

My father was a scumbag. He took advantage of my mother's youth and then disappeared without a trace. I never met him. My mother was deeply in love with that man. Despite her family's objections, she insisted on giving birth to me, hoping that the child would win him back. But things didn't go as planned. That man, my father whom I never met, coldly rejected my mother on the phone and vanished without a trace. My mother was completely heartbroken. Her rebellious behavior led her to cut off all contact with her family.

My mother's name is Su Muyue. Over the years, I've deeply understood how hard she's worked, so I've always listened to her and tried not to cause her any worry. In her own words, because of betrayal and hurt, she's lost interest in, and even loathed, all men in the world, but she's always maintained a deep love for me. I can also feel it; my mother always likes to hug and cuddle me, and there are other affectionate little gestures. When she's with me, she even displays a playfulness and childishness that's beyond her years.

My name is Su Bin. Since I don't have a father, I took my mother's surname. My feelings for my mother are not just about the 18 years we depended on each other. After entering puberty, I developed a kind of attachment that I can't describe. Like many teenage boys, my young, beautiful, fair-skinned mother naturally became my first object of sexual fantasy. Moreover, even though I was already 18 years old, my mother's affection and love for me remained unchanged.

I often secretly took her discarded stockings and high heels at night, inhaling deeply the sour, pungent smell mixed with the unique feminine pheromones emanating from my mother. My mind would drift to her every gesture, her long legs swaying gracefully, the soft, yielding breasts I felt when she hugged me from behind—it was irresistible. If I were to take a deep, epic inhalation of her worn high-heeled boots, it would be an epic experience, a profound shock to a naive young man like me experiencing the first stirrings of love.