A mother's energy

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Introduction

Many people believe that incest between mother and son occurs because the son rapes the mother. I think this view is inappropriate. In a man's eyes, the mother is the most sacred and inviolable. Even men with Oedipus complexes would never resort to violence to possess their mother. In fact, in many cases, incest between mother and son is consensual. This mainly occurs when the mother is in a state of extreme emotional and sexual emptiness. If the son expresses his love to the mother at this time, an irrational mother may agree to the son's excessive demands. My sexual relationship with my mother was established in this way. I started having sexual contact with my mother when I graduated at the age of 23. That year, my mother was 46 years old.

I. My Father and Mother

My family is from S City in North China. My mother, Lin Jun (pseudonym), was the youngest daughter of a well-known wealthy textile merchant in Tianjin. She graduated from the Department of Architecture at Tianjin University in the 1960s and was the deputy chief engineer of a design institute and a member of the Municipal People's Political Consultative Conference. My father, Yu Huazhen (pseudonym), was my mother's high school classmate and was a chemistry teacher at a high school in S City. From a young age, I felt my parents were mismatched. My mother was tall and beautiful, while my father was short and ordinary; my mother was lively and enthusiastic, while my father was taciturn and reserved; my mother was multi-talented, proficient

in traditional Chinese painting and photography; my father cared about nothing except chemical elements like oxygen and nitrogen. I really don't know how my father managed to win my mother's heart. I also have a younger sister, two years younger than me, who inherited all of my mother's good qualities and was recommended to become a flight attendant for an airline. To outsiders, my family seemed very happy, but I knew from a young age that my parents' relationship was strained and they often argued. I never understood why they would quarrel over such trivial matters until I learned the truth from my well-informed sister during my sophomore year summer vacation. I had known for a long time that my father was frail and sickly, and had been taking Chinese medicine for many years; I later learned that it was to tonify his kidneys. It turns out that during the Cultural Revolution, my father was sent to the countryside to "learn from Dazhai." One spring, he was working on water conservancy projects in the still-chilling river. My father, who already suffered from severe kidney deficiency, fell ill. After recovering, he was no longer able to fulfill his duties as a husband. Fortunately, my brother and I were already born by then.

My sister, who had been working on international flights for over a year, had become very avant-garde. She seemed to know everything and dared to say anything that would make her blush. She mysteriously told me: "You can imagine that in terms of marital relations, my mother, who used to be a star basketball player at school, was energetic and healthy. She might be in a state of sexual frustration. That's the root of my parents' arguments. Marital disharmony is the easiest way to cause conflict, but their generation was very conservative and wouldn't talk about such secrets. If they were unhappy, they would find something else to argue about." 26mbdr; 26mbdr; "Little girl, how dare you say anything? Aren't you ashamed!" my sister retorted. "They call this sex science abroad. You wasted your university education; you're so out of touch!" Although I didn't say it aloud, I agreed with my sister's opinion. The truth was indeed as my sister said; my mother later admitted it to me as well. My mother's idols during her student days were many Soviet male and female heroes. She tried hard to cultivate herself into someone as cheerful, strong, intelligent, and capable as Zoya the Partisan and Lyuba the Guardswoman. However, her "Paul" was labeled a rightist, so she had no choice but to marry my father, who had relentlessly pursued her. My mother was proud and ambitious, filled with expectations for her husband both psychologically and physically. Unfortunately, my father was physically weak and lacked energy, and his sexual performance was also somewhat impaired. My mother sometimes felt disappointed and not entirely satisfied with their married life, but in those days, one couldn't have such expectations; otherwise, it would be considered bourgeois corruption.

After my father fell ill from the cold, he was completely unable to be affectionate with my mother. When she couldn't sleep due to lack of affection, she started taking my father's sleeping pills. Later, my mother devoted all her energy to her work and raising her children to suppress her physical pain. However, she couldn't show it in front of my father and had to try her best to comfort him, afraid of burdening him.

II. My Mother's Romantic Affairs

My mother later told me about her romantic affairs. In 1975, Deng Xiaoping, presiding over the State Council's work, called for the resumption of production. My mother's work unit sent her to accompany the Party Secretary of the Provincial Metallurgical Bureau to conduct feasibility studies for factory construction. They traveled to various places for nearly half a year. The Party Secretary, a demobilized soldier in his forties, was decisive and efficient, possessing the demeanor of a general—exactly the type my mother admired. The Party Secretary also greatly admired this young female technician in her thirties. The two worked well together and got along very well outside of work. The Party Secretary's wife was from the countryside, and the two had nothing in common. Naturally, the Party Secretary was drawn to my mother. The youthful energy she couldn't unleash made her forget her status. She was captivated by the Party Secretary's military bearing and masculine charm, and within six months, she was emotionally won over by him. After returning from their trip, the Party Secretary invited my mother to a rendezvous in his single dormitory, which was specially assigned to him at the Metallurgical Bureau. My mother lied to my father, saying she was going to a meeting, and dressed up to meet him. After exchanging pleasantries, the secretary, displaying his decisive and efficient style, threw his mother onto the bed without a word. He straddled her and ripped open her short-sleeved collared blouse with his large hands, tearing off all the buttons. Her breasts popped out, and he became excited, squeezing them hard. His mother cried out in pain, but felt a sense of happiness: she hadn't even felt pain in years. The secretary then frantically unbuckled his mother's belt, revealing all her female characteristics. He then launched his assault like attacking an enemy position. His mother, like a young girl, submitted to his ministrations. His 180-pound weight made it hard for her to breathe, and his rough actions made her uncomfortable and even painful, but she felt that he was, after all, a good man. My mother became the mistress of the First Secretary of the Metallurgical Bureau. They met secretly once or twice a month. This intermittent relationship continued until 1982 when the Secretary was transferred to work in the central government. During this time, my mother was slapped by the Secretary's wife. She initially felt guilty, but after seeing the Secretary's wife's vulgar and arrogant behavior, she felt there was no need to sympathize with such a person. During this period, my mother unknowingly transitioned from youth to middle age.

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1984, my mother, now past forty, was promoted to Deputy Chief Engineer. The unit assigned a 26-year-old college graduate, Qin, who had recently started working, to assist her. He was a handsome, slender young man from Harbin. Qin greatly admired my mother and diligently assisted her, greatly facilitating her busy work schedule. At that time, ballroom dancing was popular in newly opened China. My mother had been a key figure in the arts in her youth and was an excellent waltzist, but she hadn't danced for many years. On New Year's Day, the company gave out dance tickets. My mother took two tickets and wanted my father to go with her. My father, however, was completely uncomprehending of women. He said he wouldn't go if he didn't want to, and even mocked my mother for being "pretty in her old age." My mother was very hurt. She decided to give the dance tickets to Xiao Qin so he could bring a female partner. But Xiao Qin said, "Where would I get a dance partner? Mr. Lin, could you be my dance partner temporarily?" To spite her husband, my mother took Xiao Qin to the Cultural Palace. Xiao Qin was a dance expert in college, and my mother and he danced together very well. They danced so happily that they forgot the time. My mother didn't get home until 1 a.m. My father was still awake. He was furious that my mother was so late, and the couple had a big fight.

After the dance, Xiao Qin and my mother's relationship became closer. One day, Xiao Qin didn't come to work, and my mother went to his dormitory after get off work. He was lying weakly in bed with a high fever. My mother took care of him like she would of me, getting him medicine and bringing him food, not leaving until late at night. The next day, my mother visited him again and even made him some delicious noodles. Xiao Qin was deeply moved. He had never had a mother since childhood and had never been in a relationship. No woman had ever taken such good care of him. He shed tears, and my mother wiped them away with a towel. Once again, Xiao Qin felt the unusual breath and gentle movements of a woman up close, just like he had felt at the dance floor. He lost control and suddenly hugged my mother, pressing his warm lips to hers. My mother was too surprised. At that time, she didn't have any improper thoughts about Xiao Qin. Their age difference made it impossible for them to develop a romantic relationship. She pulled away from Xiao Qin's arm, straightened her clothes, and hurriedly left. My mother was even more afraid of the gossip at her workplace. This was the 1980s; extramarital affairs were a serious crime, let alone between two generations. Xiao Qin had become obsessed; he developed strange feelings for his mother. His mother started avoiding him, but how could she escape? Soon, the two went on a business trip to Hangzhou together. His mother didn't want to take him, but couldn't find a suitable reason to refuse her assistant. After exchanging photography tips at West Lake, they went to a seafood restaurant. Xiao Qin, being from Northeast China, could drink a lot, while his mother, though not a heavy drinker, also drank quite a bit that day. Xiao Qin helped his unsteady mother back to her hotel room. Just as he was about to leave, his mother vomited all over the floor. He quickly helped her to the bathroom to finish vomiting, then made her tea to sober her up. He then wiped her face and feet as she lay on the bed. His mother fell into a deep sleep, and Xiao Qin stayed on the sofa, ready to care for her at any moment. It was late at night when the mother had fully sobered up. The floor lamp was dim, and she didn't see Xiao Qin lying on the sofa, assuming he had gone to his room. So she took off her clothes. Xiao Qin, who had been dozing off while taking off his bra, also woke up. He asked, "Ms. Lin, are you alright?" This startled the mother, and she shuddered, dropping her bra on the floor beside the bed. She instinctively bent down to pick it up, and Xiao Qin came over to help her. Their skin touched, and they both froze. The mother's bare breasts were right in front of Xiao Qin, and he could no longer control himself. He grabbed the mother's waist and kissed her breasts passionately. Alcohol could indeed cloud one's judgment; the mother felt unbearably hot and gave up resisting, lying back on her back. Xiao Qin clumsily removed her white panties, unsure of what to do next. He had never been with a woman before and didn't dare to make any rash advances on his authoritative female superior. The mother smiled and decided to accept him. She gestured for Xiao Qin to undress and lie down beside her, taking his hand and placing it on her breast. Xiao Qin understood and gently massaged her breast. His mother then guided his hand from top to bottom, and when he reached her genitals, his hand trembled, and his penis became erect. His mother noticed and knew the time was right. She placed a pillow under his buttocks and then generously spread her legs to receive him. However, Xiao Qin still didn't get it. His mother, disregarding feminine modesty, used her right hand to support his penis and her left hand to open his vagina. They became one. Then, his mother guided Xiao Qin's hips and waist, and in his haste, he quickly ejaculated. His mother gently scolded him, and Xiao Qin blushed. After a while, his mother guided him again, and the two of them, like climbing a mountain together, finally reached the summit. Both were sweating profusely. The mother gently pushed Xiao Qin off her, and Xiao Qin took a pillowcase to wipe the sweat and body of the woman who had led him to this blissful state. He didn't want his own excrement to taint his goddess. The mother was deeply moved. Neither her husband nor her lover, the secretary, had ever treated her like this. She was always the one serving the men, and they only knew how to go to sleep afterward.

The

emotional bond between the two generations lasted for two years and four months. Although the mother was somewhat reluctant, her conscience prevented her from hindering the young man's future, so she recommended Xiao Qin to go abroad. My mother's extramarital affair with Xiao Qin had already caused some gossip. Some of my mother's old colleagues began to look at her with suspicion. Men and women who liked to pry into other people's privacy pointed fingers at General Manager Lin behind her back, secretly discussing the middle-aged female leader's promiscuity: "Have you heard?

General Manager Lin slept with a deputy minister. That old man used to work in S City." "At such an old age, still messing around?

Sigh! I used to respect her a lot." "Women with a bit of beauty are never settled. She also has an improper relationship with Xiao Qin from our institute." "How can this be! Xiao Qin is still a young man, and she even seduces children?" "Xiao Qin has no choice. She's the leader. If Xiao Qin doesn't agree, she'll be punished." My mother's career was thus affected. Originally, winning several national architectural awards made my mother an ideal candidate for director, but the higher party committee did not approve her. She was not disappointed and continued to do her job. After all, she was still a deputy chief engineer with deputy department-level treatment.

1987 was an unlucky year for my mother, with one misfortune after another. Shortly after Xiao Qin left, my father filed for divorce, which was a huge blow to my mother. It wasn't that she was completely indifferent to my father. During the Cultural Revolution, my mother had been persecuted because of her family background, and my father had protected and comforted her every day; they could be considered a couple who had weathered hardships together. My father had suspected my mother's infidelity many years ago, but he couldn't express his feelings. The root of the problem lay with him; he always loved my mother and us children, so he chose silence, swallowing his anger and wearing the heavy burden of being cuckolded. In the spring of 1987, after receiving a job offer from a private school in Shenzhen, he decided to separate from my mother. Her pleas and cries had no effect, and he didn't confront her, but silently and resolutely boarded the train south. At the time of the divorce, my father had just turned 47, and my mother was a 45-year-old middle-aged woman. In the 1990s, my sister and I visited my father in Shenzhen. He was happy that we had grown up and still cared about my mother, but he never returned to Shenzhen to visit. In 1987, I was still studying in Beijing, and my sister was frequently traveling and rarely came home. After the divorce, the mother felt even more alone. She had no one to argue with anymore, and her neurasthenia worsened, often causing her to have sleepless nights. When she couldn't sleep, she would get up and go to her studio to draw architectural sketches until dawn, or pick up "Dream of the Red Chamber" or "Anna Karenina" to revisit the love stories within, trying to fill the emotional void. Xiao Qin wrote to his mother from America, still cherishing the romantic time they had spent together. When resting at home, the mother often recalled their courtship. Scenes from Baiyangdian Lake, the mountains of Huairou, and the Beidaihe beach appeared in her mind. In July 1986, the two went to Beidaihe for a meeting. Afterwards, they went swimming at the beach. Fearing their colleagues would discover their relationship, they set off at noon and walked a long way to a deserted beach. It was a no-swimming zone, and there were no huts for changing clothes, so they turned away and changed into their swimsuits. The mother, who had loved the sea and swimming since childhood but hadn't swum for many years, ran towards the water like a child, shouting excitedly. Xiao Qin, infected by his mother's emotions, also rushed into the waves. My mother was a much better swimmer than Xiao Qin. Xiao Qin and his fellow Northeasterners were good at ice skating, but their swimming was mediocre.

My mother, abandoning her airs of authority and leadership, completely changed her demeanor, indulging in the pranks that young people enjoy. She skillfully teased Xiao Qin, sometimes diving under him and poking him before quickly disappearing, sometimes surfacing unexpectedly to splash him with her hands, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. The joy in the water made them forget themselves, and Xiao Qin, abandoning his usual respect for my mother, chased after her in the water, teasing her like a little girl. The two became intimate in the water when suddenly someone passed by on the shore, and my mother abruptly pushed Xiao Qin away. The two went ashore and lay on the fine sand to sunbathe. Their swimsuits dried quickly. After resting, Xiao Qin sat up and looked at his mother lying on her back. Her blue swimsuit clung tightly to her full and healthy body, fully displaying her S-curve, from her prominent breasts to her flat stomach and the slightly protruding navel. Xiao Qin stared intently. His mother blushed and scolded, "What are you looking at? You lecherous man!" Xiao Qin flirted, "President Lin is so womanly! If I had been born 20 years earlier, you would have been mine." His mother felt a tingling sensation in her heart. Xiao Qin's interest was piqued again. He placed his hand on his mother's lower abdomen and gently slid it down to her thighs, repeatedly kneading the mound that held the secrets of reproduction. His mother indulged his audacity, enjoying the tingling, electric sensation beneath her. Soon they both became excited. Xiao Qin took off his mother's swimsuit, instantly revealing her sexy body, tanned dark red by the sun. Xiao Qin was no longer the naive boy who had never seen a woman before. He dragged his mother onto their clothes and knelt down to kiss her cheeks. His strong male pectoral muscles pressed against his mother's breasts, and she felt the stimulation of the man's strength amidst the pressure.

A foreign object was suddenly thrust into her lower body. My mother cried out, "Ah!" Then she felt the object thrashing wildly inside her like a trapped beast. With each impact, my mother felt her whole body tremble. The frequency of the impacts increased, and my mother felt as if her soul was about to leave her body. She felt as if she were floating on clouds. As the floodgates opened, the pleasure reached its peak, and then she slowly fell to the ground... Back at work, my mother resumed her arrogant leader demeanor. Xiao Qin, as the chief engineer's secretary, followed behind with his briefcase, ready to answer any orders, busy serving and assisting my mother in her work and life. Rumors of an ambiguous relationship between Xiao Qin and my mother spread like wildfire. After Xiao Qin left, people also spread rumors that my mother had an inappropriate relationship with the chauffeur, which was pure nonsense. To avoid suspicion, my mother gave up her chauffeur service and took the bus to work every day.

Five. My Mother and Zhu Helai

After the divorce, many people tried to introduce my mother to new partners. My mother's age was the most awkward. Single men of her age were in high demand, and they were all targeting single women in their thirties, some of whom were still unmarried. A middle-aged woman like my mother, around 45, could only find a man over 50.

But my mother couldn't possibly be interested in such an old man. Some middle-aged men, however, took a liking to her because of marital discord or their wives' frigidity. Although my mother was no longer young, she possessed a strong aristocratic air, the refined manners characteristic of an educated woman, and her figure and health remained as good as ever. A government official flirted with her, but she didn't want to be a mistress, much less be used as a tool for sexual gratification; she sensed that the man was thinking the same thing. She wanted to find a home, but unfortunately, she couldn't find one anywhere. In 1987, during the National Day holiday, my mother met a military commander at the CPPCC meeting. He was the commander of an armored division of the Beijing Military Region stationed in Hebei. He had been widowed for many years, was 49 years old, 1.87 meters tall, broad-shouldered and imposing. His thick eyebrows and beard were remarkably similar to Zhu Helai, the old sailor in "How the Steel Was Tempered," the revolutionary mentor of Paul, who left a deep impression on my mother. Zhu Helai, a Chinese scholar who had studied at a higher military academy, possessed not only the rugged bravery of a man but also the broad knowledge of a scholar, immediately captivating my mother's heart. Of course, what concerned her more was not these qualities; she had heard he was very good to women, and that he had stayed by his wife's bedside for a full year after she was diagnosed with cancer. Zhu Helai began pursuing my mother. He knew how to please women. Although my mother was very shrewd, a woman in love often loses her composure, and she quickly became acquainted with him, already preparing herself to marry him. Christmas 1987 arrived, and Zhu Helai invited my mother to his home. My mother dressed up carefully, wearing slim-fitting navy blue jeans favored by young people, paired with high-waisted women's boots. Zhu Helai's family lived in a two-story house with their own courtyard in the military compound. My mother arrived in the afternoon, and Zhu Helai warmly welcomed her. The two chatted amiably, and before they knew it, it was ten o'clock at night. My mother wanted to leave, but Zhu Helai hurriedly stopped her, saying, "The children have gone to Beijing for a trip. It's just the two of us here. It's so late, and it's snowing. Don't go back. Anyway, our relationship is settled." My mother understood what Zhu Helai meant. She explained, "I don't want to do anything casually. You want a proper marriage." Zhu Helai immediately said, "Okay! Okay!

We're not young anymore. I want to develop our relationship quickly. You stay, and we can talk all night, how about it?" My mother smiled and shook her head, then got up to grab her coat and leave. Zhu Helai grabbed his mother, pleading, "Lin Jun, please give me face and stay!" His mother hesitated, torn between two options. Seeing her wavering, Zhu Helai launched his attack. He suddenly hoisted her under his arm and strode upstairs. His mother, at 172 cm tall, had the physique of an athlete, much taller than the average woman. Most men would be in awe of her size, let alone be able to lift her. But under Zhu Helai's arm, she was like a fawn hunted by an African lion, unable to move. She cried out, "Put me down! I'll stay! I'll stay!" Zhu Helai put her down, and his mother straightened her clothes and started climbing the stairs herself. Zhu Helai followed behind, and seeing her round, taut buttocks inside her jeans, he couldn't resist giving her a quick pinch. His mother was slightly displeased by his frivolousness, but quickly forgot. His mother knew why Zhu Helai had asked her to stay, but having drunk too much beer, she was afraid of the embarrassment of needing to use the restroom later during their intimate moments, so she went to the bathroom beforehand. She removed her makeup first, and while relieving herself, she suddenly realized she hadn't showered for two days. After all, it was her first time being intimate with Zhu Helai; would there be any lingering urine smell? She didn't want him to look down on her. Zhu Helai, impatient, barged in and asked, "Hey Lin Jun, what are you dawdling for?" His mother suggested showering first, but Zhu Helai said, "What's wrong with a little sweat? I like your sweat. I think women's perfume is suffocating." Zhu Helai made the bed and suggested they both undress. His mother hesitated, but Zhu Helai, seeing her still dawdling, quickly undressed her without a word. The room was cold in winter, and his mother and Zhu Helai shivered as they got into the large double down comforter. His mother's heart was pounding, like a girl about to lose her virginity. Zhu Helai leaned closer, pressing his hairy chest against his mother's. He was very experienced with women, wrapping his large hand around her waist and hips, and began to kiss her passionately, gradually increasing the intensity. His mother was captivated by his kisses; he seemed even more experienced than the French when it came to kissing women. Next, Zhu Helai used his mouth to suckle his mother's nipple while his large hand rubbed her panties, attempting to arouse her desire. His mother then realized that she didn't truly understand Zhu Helai; he wasn't as steady and reliable as she had imagined. He was practically a seasoned womanizer. His mother felt some anxiety about the future, but at that moment, she was powerless to resist. Zhu Helai felt that his mother's panties were slightly damp, so he pulled them down and straddled them with his thick right thigh, quickly and skillfully taking over her private parts. Zhu Helai could accurately judge his mother's feelings and adjust the intensity and duration of their lovemaking accordingly. Their rhythms were almost synchronized, and his mother felt an unprecedented pleasure. They only made love once that night, but it was the longest and most effective time my mother had ever experienced; both of them were thoroughly satisfied. Being middle-aged, their stamina wasn't what it used to be, and they were both exhausted, quickly falling asleep. It was the first time in months that my mother had slept so soundly.

Six. My Mother's Hellish Nightmare

After Christmas, New Year's Day 1988 arrived. On New Year's Day, my mother took a car to Zhu Helai's house again. They had agreed to meet at 4 pm that day to discuss marriage. However, when she arrived at his house at 4 pm, Zhu Helai wasn't there; only three boys were home. The three boys ushered my mother into the living room, introducing themselves as Zhu Helai's children.

Zhu Helai had two biological sons. The eldest, nicknamed Da Wa, was in his early twenties and a demobilized soldier from the naval submarine force, currently waiting for job assignments. Zhu Helai had told him he wanted to get his son a job at the Bank of China. The second son, nicknamed Xiao Wa, was 16 years old, didn't want to study, and was preparing to participate in the military's internal recruitment. The other boy, Dong Dong, was 17 years old and Zhu Helai's adopted son; he had grown up without a mother. His biological father was one of Zhu Helai's old subordinates, who died in battle on the Sino-Vietnamese border, after which Zhu Helai adopted him. Like his father, Da Wa was handsome with big eyes and a high nose, but his mother noticed a hint of cunning in his eyes at times. Xiao Wa and Dong Dong, on the other hand, hadn't yet grown beards and still looked like two immature children. Da Wa said, "Auntie, my dad has to go out for a bit, he'll have to wait a while," and then went upstairs with the other two. His mother waited for over two hours, but Zhu Helai didn't appear. It was already dinnertime, and she was getting anxious, so she decided to go home. The three men came downstairs. The eldest son said, "Auntie, you've come all this way, don't rush off. Dad will be back soon. I have a newly arrived Hong Kong romance videotape here, it's an insider film, you can't see it outside. Why don't you sit down and watch it with us while you wait?" My mother planned to wait another half hour. The eldest son put the tape in the then-fashionable Toshiba VCR. It wasn't a romance film at all, it was full of extremely disgusting scenes of male and female carnal sex. It turned out to be a pornographic film. My mother felt very uncomfortable. She stood up and said, "I'm not waiting anymore. I advise you not to watch this kind of thing either." My mother started to leave, but the eldest son hurriedly stopped her, "Auntie, don't go! It's such a wonderful film, don't you like it? This is specially for you to watch. We brothers are already tired of watching it." My mother sensed something was wrong, pushed him away, and tried to leave quickly. The eldest son gave a wink, and the three of them surrounded their mother. The eldest son, with a lecherous look in his eyes, said, "Auntie, to be honest, Grandpa isn't coming back. He suddenly received orders from Beijing and flew there. He didn't have time to tell you, so he left you a note. We three brothers were too lonely during the holidays and wanted you to keep us company, so we lied to you." The mother said, "You guys keep playing. I don't drink, and I don't play mahjong. How can I play with you?

I have to go now." The eldest son persisted, "You spent Christmas with Grandpa all night, do you think I didn't know?"

We secretly installed a surveillance camera in the chandelier above Grandpa's bed. The recording would activate whenever there was any movement in the room. We watched it all when we got back. We were amazed that you, Auntie, are still so good in bed at your age! Grandpa was delighted! "Why don't you join us three brothers for a bit? We've never been with a woman before." Mother was deeply shocked by the depravity of the high-ranking official's son. She cursed, "So shameless and vulgar at such a young age!" The eldest son shouted, "Those who want to play with sluts, hurry up and get started!" He then pounced on her. Mother was furious. She slapped the eldest son hard across the face. Mother, who loved sports and was tall and strong, could handle one thug without much problem, but she was no match for the attack of three young bullies.

They forced my mother onto the sofa. Realizing the situation was turning against her, she yelled, "Let me go right now! I'm going to be your stepmother! Wait till your father gets back, he'll teach you a lesson!" The eldest son laughed loudly, "Stepmother?

We have plenty of stepmothers! There's a female company commander in the communications unit of the Beijing Military Region who's practically our stepmother. She's been with the old man for two years, and she's only in her thirties. You can't compare! There are several in S City alone!" My mother was shocked: "You're talking nonsense!" The eldest son grinned lewdly, "The competition to become my stepmother is fierce!" "Auntie, if you let me have my fun, I'll definitely recommend you to Grandpa to be my stepmother." My mother was furious: "Pah! You beast! Let me go!" The eldest son screamed: "What are you waiting for? You've come to us for nothing! Let's see what a woman looks like first." The three thugs eagerly reached into my mother's waistband and began to touch her curiously. My mother struggled fiercely, and the youngest son exclaimed: "Brother, this auntie is just like in the movies, her crotch is full of hair!" "Nonsense! After you've had your fill, take her upstairs to play, it's inconvenient here." My mother was kidnapped by the thugs and taken to the bedroom upstairs. The three thugs quickly stripped my mother of all her clothes, pressed her naked onto the bed, and my mother screamed in despair, struggling desperately, her arms were bruised, and she tightly covered her genitals with her hands. One boy held down my mother's upper body and arms, while another forcefully pulled one of her legs apart. My mother could no longer defend herself; her genitals were exposed to the eldest boy. The eldest boy was the first to thrust in, wantonly ravaging my mother. He closed his eyes, his body convulsing like someone suffering from malaria, finally releasing his pent-up desire with a furrowed brow as if defecating. Then, one after another, two underage boys imitated their older brother, straddling my mother. My mother was thus repeatedly raped by these thugs. The brutal gang rape continued until late at night. My mother's voice became hoarse from screaming, her tears dried up, and her lower body gradually lost sensation, her body filled with filthy male fluid. The three thugs had had their fill and were no longer able to continue their despicable acts.

Da Hu said lewdly, "So comfortable! I thought only young girls were fun, but I didn't expect playing with an old woman to be so enjoyable. No wonder the old man is so obsessed." He then said to my mother, "Auntie, you can go now. We had a very comfortable time crawling through the hole. Play with us again sometime when you have time. But listen carefully, if you dare to report this to the police, I will make copies of the videotape of your naked buttocks and distribute them everywhere, making you ashamed to face anyone. Don't cry, what's the big deal? You're not a virgin, it doesn't matter who penetrates you." My mother, disheveled and stumbling, returned home. She went straight to the bathroom and turned on the tap, desperately washing away the traces of sin, over and over again. She had experienced many unpleasant things in her life, but she had never been so humiliated. She even had suicidal thoughts. Dawn broke, and her vulva was still burning with pain. She took a painkiller and sat motionless on the bed. The next day, my sister came home stunned. Our mother, who was never sick, was now seriously ill. My sister immediately started arranging for doctors and medicine, taking meticulous care of her, and even got her a long leave of absence from the design institute. Soon after, I returned home for winter vacation and learned that my mother was still ill. I asked my mother what was wrong, but she didn't

answer. My sister quietly pulled me into another room and, with a sob in her voice, told me, "Mom was gang-raped by some thugs." I couldn't believe my ears. My sister told me about what happened to our mother, and that Zhu He had come a couple of days earlier. He apologized to our mother, destroyed the videotape in front of her, and spent a long time trying to persuade her, but our mother only said one word: "Get out." I was furious when I heard this. I said to my sister, "Why don't you sue them?" My sister said, "Do you need to tell me? If I wanted to sue, I would have done it already. Why wait for you to come back? Videotapes can be copied. Who knows if those bastards will do that?" I said, "I can't let them get away with this. I'll kill them. These high-ranking officials' children dare to do anything because of their parents' power. I absolutely can't swallow this." My sister hurriedly said, "Mom was afraid you'd get so angry that you'd kill someone, so she didn't dare tell you. Let's think of another way." I thought of the underworld. I could use money to hire thugs to take revenge. Without discussing it with my sister, I went to Zhu Helai's house to scout out some information beforehand. Then I secretly went to Tianjin with 100,000 yuan. One of my elementary school classmates ran a nightclub there. I had done him a favor before, and he agreed to help me find someone. I paid a deposit and left my address, with the condition that no one would die and that it be done before the Lantern Festival. During the Spring Festival, my mother's health hadn't recovered, and her mental state wasn't good either. There was no festive atmosphere in my house. To reassure them, I inadvertently mentioned hiring thugs. My mother panicked and ordered me to cancel the illicit deal, but I lied and said it was impossible. Two days later, after much thought, my mother took out the underwear she wore on the day of the incident. It had the thugs' semen stains on it. She went to the police station to report the incident, but to her surprise, the thugs had already been arrested. It turned out that after Da Hu and his gang assaulted my mother, they became even bolder and gang-raped the neighbor's girl. I hurriedly called my classmate to cancel the plan! But the 20,000 yuan in cash was gone. My mother stayed home for three months, and her mental and physical health fully recovered. That year, I finally graduated and returned to my mother's side, working as a lawyer in S City. My mother

had

been working for half a year, trying to forget her pain and throwing herself into her work. She also completed the design work for the S City International Hotel.

My mother came from a well-to-do family. As a child, she was an ugly duckling, but she grew increasingly beautiful as an adult, tall and strong, with beautiful black hair, clear and bright eyes, and full, tightly pressed lips. Men of all ages were drawn to her. In September 1988, my mother celebrated her 46th birthday. After breaking up with Zhu Helai, she didn't plan to find another partner. Frankly, there weren't any middle-aged single men who were a perfect match for her. The famous foreign author D.H. Lawrence wrote a series of romance novels, two of which depict the lives and thoughts of young men with Oedipus complexes. These are said to be autobiographical novels; he himself struggled with this for many years. His novels were once banned but have since been unbanned and become world classics. I've read his works and felt that his psychological state resonated with mine. In other words, I also have a deep Oedipus complex. My mother's extramarital affair didn't damage her image in my eyes; on the contrary, I felt she was as noble and sensual as a goddess from Greek mythology. I started having strange feelings for my mother in high school. The pressure of exams was immense, and I was on the verge of collapse. My mother forced me to run every morning, two kilometers each day. I was exhausted. My mother, who was very athletic, was dissatisfied with my performance and made me run with her. She ran briskly, her ample breasts bouncing up and down with each step, like two little deer in her arms. I suddenly realized she wasn't just my mother, but also a woman different from me. Whenever I thought of her breasts, my heart would race. Later, after reading Freud and Lawrence in college, I learned this was a form of Oedipus complex. On National Day in 1988, my mother prepared a delicious meal. I brought home a bottle of Wuliangye liquor, and we celebrated together. My mother thought of my father in Shenzhen, and how she had met Zhu Helai on this same day the previous year. Her mind was in turmoil, and she drank heavily to drown her sorrows. She was drunk after just half a bottle, and I quickly helped her to bed. Her low-cut blouse revealed her jade-like neck and half of her breasts. I felt as if I were seeing the Greek goddess Venus. Unable to control myself, I gently unbuttoned the last two buttons of my mother's blouse and then pulled at the straps of her black bra. I accidentally startled her. She woke up and immediately guessed my motive. She glared at me angrily, hit me a few times, and chased me out of the room. Back in my room, I still couldn't forget what I had just seen. I couldn't resist taking my mother's unwashed underwear from the washing machine, smelling the light yellow stains on it, and then using it to cover my penis and masturbate. My mother soon discovered my masturbation. She understood the desires of a young man and didn't scold me. She just planned to find me a partner as soon as possible. In fact, my mother was also feeling distressed. She was experiencing menopausal symptoms, and her temper was somewhat volatile. She often yelled at me over trivial matters. The doctor prescribed some estrogen medication, but this only further aggravated her physical needs. At night, she always tossed and turned in bed. Christmas Eve arrived quickly, and it was already midnight, but my mother still couldn't sleep, her mind racing. She remembered the wonderful feeling Zhu Helai had given her last Christmas, but she quickly began to blame herself for being too loose with her principles. If she had been more self-disciplined and hadn't stayed the night with Zhu Helai, perhaps she wouldn't have suffered that hellish torment. Frustrated, she went to the living room in her velvet pajamas to watch TV to distract herself. She objected to my smoking, but then lit up a high-end menthol cigarette a friend from Hong Kong had given her. I saw the living room light was on, so I got up and went to check on her. I knew why my mother was upset, so I sat down beside her, wanting to keep her company and cheer her up. My mother leaned on my shoulder, and a mature maternal aura permeated my bones. I felt an indescribable restlessness in my heart again. I wanted to hug my mother's waist, but she sensitively dodged away. She didn't hit me, but said softly but sternly, "Child, your thoughts are too dangerous. This will affect your future. Don't have bad thoughts about your mother; that's a crime." I had never dared to talk back to my mother before, but this time I mustered up the courage to retort, "Lawrence said that a mother is the best teacher for a boy in matters of love and sex. I really can't forget my mother, and besides, you also need a man's comfort." "No manners!" My mother's face showed anger again, and she stood up and went back to her room. The next day, I suddenly fell ill with a high fever that wouldn't go down. Perhaps it was because I had sat in the living room for half an hour wearing only shorts the night before and caught a chill. My mother was very worried and took care of me closely. That night, I still had a headache and couldn't get out of bed. Fearing my cold would turn into pneumonia, she lay down beside me to watch over me during the night. In my drowsy state, I felt my mother's warm body beside me and immediately became a little more awake. My mother was dozing wearily. I untied the belt of her nightgown and buried my head deeply between her breasts. My mother woke up. Perhaps out of pity, she didn't scold me and indulged my rudeness. I rubbed my face against her breasts and then, taking advantage of the situation, reached my hand down.

My mother was startled and stopped me. My hand persisted, and my mother said, "Not now, you're still sick, don't be silly!" I obediently withdrew my hand and happily fell asleep.

On the evening of December 31, 1988, my sister was in America, and my mother and I were at home preparing to welcome the New Year. We danced a waltz to the music of "The Blue Danube" at the New Year's concert.

The wine flushed my mother's face, which wasn't very good at drinking, and she danced joyfully in sync with my steps. Suddenly, I noticed her large breasts heaving violently with my movements, and my heart surged again. I deliberately moved closer to her, my chest rubbing against her breasts with each turn. My mother, unaware of my intentions, ignored me. I moved my right hand down from her waist, lightly caressing her full buttocks. This time, she realized my ulterior motives; she stopped and glared at me. I held her tightly in my arms, kissing her neck. She shouted, "How dare you bully your mother?" I said, "You promised me the day I was sick." "I didn't say that." Ignoring her explanation, I reached my hand under her suit skirt from behind and scratched the thick skin on her buttocks. I was unusually strong that day, and her face turned even redder, but she couldn't break free. She seemed to agree: "Okay! Okay! Let's go to the bedroom. I'll reward you this time because you were so sick. Don't do it again." She was embarrassed to let me help her and insisted on taking off her clothes herself. She slowly took off her dress, and I watched from the side. My mother was a 46-year-old woman, still with delicate skin, but by no means weak. She had a healthy and tall figure, which was considered quite good for a woman. Her arms were strong and rounded, and she had thick, sturdy calves with broad, large feet—a result of her love for playing ball and swimming in her youth. Her buttocks, encased in pink thongs, were plump and round, the thongs often stretched taut, making one secretly worry that they might suddenly tear. Her breasts, which had nursed two children, remained high and full of elasticity. My mother got into bed, and I stripped naked, pulled back the covers, and crawled in. I had never had sex with a woman before, nor had I ever seen a real woman naked. But I was a law student, and when I studied "Marriage Law," I had diligently researched human sexual behavior. The knowledge in formal books was limited, so I borrowed underground publications from classmates and read them carefully, seriously considering the sexual psychology and physiological characteristics of women. So, although it was my first time with a woman, I was still confident. I lay face down, leaning over to kiss my mother, but she turned her face away in embarrassment. Perhaps she still had some mental burdens and couldn't get into the mood. I pressed my mother's head down with both hands, preventing her from escaping, and kissed her passionately, my lips covering hers. I knew that women's sexual response was slower than men's, especially for a middle-aged woman like my mother. I had to prepare her properly, otherwise, if she wasn't satisfied, there wouldn't be another chance. I slipped my hand inside her panties, and my mother, once again, felt as shy and ashamed as a virgin. I knew she wouldn't have looked so embarrassed when she made love with Xiao Qin; it was because she couldn't let go of her maternal dignity in front of her son. Zhu Helai had also touched her private parts before, something she had longed for, but at this moment, she simply couldn't tolerate her son's hand freely exploring her genitals. Her upbringing and her beliefs made it unbearable for her.

Without hesitation, she pulled my hand away and squeezed her legs together: "Don't touch there, it disgusts me." But I wouldn't listen. I firmly spread her legs apart and reached my hand back into that pubic area, tracing its uneven surface and meandering along its long groove. She struggled slightly before letting me do as I pleased. With my caresses, her breasts became even more erect, her cheeks flushed crimson—was it shame? Excitement? Or the lingering effects of the alcohol? My hand, inside her panties, felt wet, like a meadow after rain. I instinctively pulled my hand out and smelled it—a sour, fishy smell of vaginal discharge mixed with secretions from a woman in arousal. Already aroused, I eagerly sat up, pulled down her panties, spread her thighs as wide as possible, and knelt between her legs, carefully examining and manipulating her genitals. Although the mother still couldn't face the reality of her son raping her, she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, appearing very reserved and unwilling to cooperate with me. However, she no longer resisted my actions, and it seemed that I had broken down her rational defenses. After caressing my mother's thick, fertile sanctuary, I parted the dense thicket of black hair, chose the right angle, and thrust my manhood into the hidden valley. I immediately felt the warm, humid environment inside my mother's body, like a giant hand wearing a small cotton glove—it both accommodated my fingers and restricted their entry. My manhood, pampered in my pants for so long, was far more delicate than my fingers, extremely sensitive to restraint. I felt a pleasure that masturbation could never replicate. I thrust violently back and forth inside my mother, once, twice, dozens of times, until I couldn't control myself and ejaculated like a burst dam.

"No wonder they say even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman! It's true, Mom, I finally tasted what it's like to be a woman with you!"—I savored the pleasure I had just experienced. "I gave birth to you and raised you, just so you could experience what I'm like!

What did you just say? You even called me 'beauty'! How dare you! What kind of son teases his mother like that?"—My mother was unhappy. She was unhappy for two reasons. First, I had conquered her in bed, causing her to lose her natural dignity as a mother in front of her son. Second, she was disappointed because I hadn't been satisfied. After all, it was my first time, and I couldn't control the rhythm. It's not easy to satisfy a middle-aged woman. To please her, I diligently wiped away the white stains I left on her genitals with toilet paper.

A week later, one night in January 1989, I used my shameless methods to get my mother into bed again, but it still wasn't very successful. After I finished with her, I rolled off in frustration. It seems that sex isn't just about theory; you also need experience. However, this time, things were better than the day before. My mother was able to break free from the heavy burden of morality. She could face my conquest with composure, no longer acting so haughtily. After a while, I was still unwilling to give up and tried to climb on top of my mother again. She stopped me; she wanted to try it herself.

We lay on our sides facing each other. I rubbed my mother's nipples and stroked her thighs and buttocks. My mother was already aroused; she was panting with her mouth open, and beads of sweat appeared on her nose. But unfortunately, I had just finished, and the unique scent of male animals mating in the air hadn't dissipated yet. My penis, like a boy who had made a mistake, was shy and limp between my legs, refusing to grow hard. My mother took over the reins, just like when I bathed her when she was a child. She grasped my penis with her soft, large hands and kneaded it like dough. After a while, the little thing became somewhat hard. My mother raised her left thigh, stopping it above my abdomen, indicating that I should enter. This action looked a bit wicked. My mother's actions and longing eyes were nothing like the usually learned and serious Mr. Lin; she was more like a charming mistress. It seemed that she had forgotten that I was her son at this moment. Having no experience with female anatomy, I was unfamiliar with it, and lying there, I couldn't find the right position. My mother simply took over. She straddled me, guided my penis inside her with her hand, and then twisted her hips up and down and side to side. My penis throbbed with pleasure, sending waves of electric-like sensations through me. My mother controlled the pace and rhythm according to her own needs, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes paused. She fully enjoyed the stimulation my body gave her, occasionally letting out soft moans. Normally, when I was on top, I felt guilty towards my mother when I thought about her playing with me, but at this moment, I felt like I was being raped and played with by my mother. That was fine too; it evened things out, and I no longer felt guilty. Our secret relationship developed in this way, and we would spend two or three nights a month making love. In 1993, my mother was 51 years old. One day, I came home from get off work, and my mother was tidying up the room, looking sullen. I tried to cheer her up, but she ignored me. Had I offended my mother somehow? I asked her after dinner. "It's not your fault. I'm just unhappy," she replied. "Why?" I pressed. "I'm not a woman anymore," she said sadly. "What? Are you kidding me? You can't become a man!" I asked, puzzled. "It's true, I've completely gone through menopause," she explained. "Oh! Is that so? Isn't that better? That's been tormenting you for decades, it's time to let it go," I said. "You're not a woman, you won't understand. Only childbirth is the fundamental mark of womanhood," she insisted. "Then let's prove to God tonight whether you're still a woman," I said.
That night, to comfort my mother, I planned to sleep with her. After dinner, I poured her a large glass of red wine, hoping the alcohol would improve her blood circulation and stimulate her nerves, making things easier that night. My mother was a little excited after drinking the wine, so I pulled her into my bedroom. I undressed her piece by piece. She was no longer as shy as she was in 1988, letting me strip her naked. My mother asked, "I need to relieve myself first. I'm getting old, and I have a lot to do." I said with concern, "It's cold. Don't go to the bathroom naked. Be careful not to catch a cold!" I took out the small basin I had brought with me when I went out on a case. My mother squatted down and urinated. As soon as she finished, I struggled to lift her onto my bed. She was so heavy. My mother had gradually gained weight. I sat cross-legged on the bed and held my mother in my arms, letting her head rest on my shoulder. I wanted to caress her slowly because she was now a woman over fifty, approaching old age, and her reactions were slower than a few years ago. I observed my mother. There were no traces of youth on her anymore. There were a few more wrinkles on her forehead, her waist was much thicker than before, her breasts were larger but heavy, her bra was squeezed out of shape, her hips and thighs were also thicker, and her lower abdomen was protruding, with folds of fat on her abdomen. It seems there's some truth to the saying that people who exercise a lot in their youth tend to gain weight as they age. In my opinion, a woman with a slender figure is beautiful when clothed, but when naked, a fuller, more robust figure is more sexy. My mother's current plump appearance is even more stimulating to my desire. This year, my mother no longer resembles Venus, but rather the Mary holding the infant Jesus in a Western painting. My mother nestled obediently in my arms like a big white cat. I teased her with words and actions, trying to excite her as much as possible. We had developed a good understanding when we were intimate, no longer bound by the restrictions of age or hierarchy, and I could tease my mother quite freely. I pinched her breasts and belly, teasing her, "Mom, you really look like a big fat cat now. I enjoy playing with you more than I did a few years ago." My mother knew it was flirting and wasn't angry. I continued to tease my mother, pinching her plump buttocks and stroking her thighs. After several tens of minutes, my mother's eyes shone brightly, and her slightly sagging breasts stood erect again. I put her down and began kissing her entire body, from her neck, chest, abdomen, to her thighs and buttocks. Finally, I licked her genitals. I lay between her legs, my head pressed against them, and I noticed that her body had darkened from white there. There were even beads of her urine clinging to the dark pubic area, glistening in the light. A pungent, slightly sour smell of her vulva filled my nostrils. Far from being repulsed, I found it quite alluring; it stimulated my senses. My tongue rubbed against her dark gray labia, which swelled with the friction. My mother's breathing quickened, and her clitoris reacted. I played with her for over half an hour before finally penetrating her. My penis rolled around inside her like Sun Wukong entering Princess Iron Fan's belly, kicking and striking at her cervix. My mother knew her vagina was no longer as tight as a virgin's, so she squeezed her legs together to cooperate, gradually bringing me to the peak of desire. My mother moaned, savoring the intoxicating, blissful feeling. "Big Cat, were you comfortable tonight?" I asked; "Great!" my mother replied with satisfaction.

The next day, my sister came back. Two years ago, I told her about the secret between my mother and me. She was incredulous: "Really? You two are so bold! And Mom is really something, not finding a partner, but having sex with her own son. You're wrong too, not chasing girls, but releasing your desires on Mom." I immediately retorted: "We just need each other, it's a mother-son relationship, not a husband-wife relationship, what's so scary?" My sister sighed: "Fine! Anyway, the deed is done. There's no point in saying anything. Even if you're providing sex for Mom, she really needs it." This time, my sister came back from the airport to introduce me to someone. "Sister Feng in our group is three years older than you, and she doesn't have a boyfriend yet. Our jobs are unstable, it's hard to find a partner. She met you last time and had a good impression of you." "You don't need to introduce me to anyone. It's not that I can't find a girl, it's just that if I leave, there will be no one to take care of Mom." "That doesn't contradict taking care of Mom. You're a bit of a mother complex. Find someone older than you, someone who can take care of you like Mom did for the rest of your life, wouldn't that be great?" Soon after, I fell in love with Sister Feng and got married. Like my sister, Sister Feng was always traveling, spending half the year away from home. On the days my wife was away, I would cook for my mother and stay overnight to keep her company, allowing her to still experience some human pleasure. My adulterous relationship with my mother lasted ten years, ending in 1999. That year, my mother was 56 years old, and during that time, I had a child of my own. It was a boy, quite mischievous. Since having a child, I was especially considerate to my wife, Sister Feng; she called me a model husband. Actually, I learned from my mother's mistakes: if you don't treat your wife well, she'll either find a lover or have an improper relationship with her own son. Although I had been toying with my mother for ten years, I didn't want my son to one day toy with my wife. In 1999, Sister Feng was transferred from the flight team to the Civil Aviation Hotel; she no longer traveled far. She indeed began to discipline me like my mother, keeping a close eye on me every day, even strictly controlling the time I came home from get off work. I had no chance to stay out overnight, and of course, no chance to be intimate with my mother. For my happiness, my mother took the initiative to end this abnormal relationship. However, the three of us would still visit her on weekends.

Epilogue:

During the years I spent with my mother, I noticed that she was always in a bad mood on New Year's Eve and resolutely refused to have sex on that day. She told me that the trauma of each New Year's Eve was very deep, and perhaps it would last her forever.

In 1994, I overheard at the law firm that Da Wa, the executioner who gang-raped my mother, had been released early after his father, Zhu Helai, used connections to get multiple sentence reductions. Shortly after his release, he killed a 20-year-old girl from Hunan, but because of a lack of evidence, he wasn't convicted. I volunteered to represent the girl's family for free. I traveled south four times, going to great lengths to find evidence, and finally found strong physical and witness evidence. Da Wa was sentenced to death. The Hunan girl's parents were extremely grateful to me; they had no idea of the deep-seated hatred between me and Da Wa. Before Da Wa's execution, I went to the prison to see what kind of person he really was. When he saw me, he shouted, "I have no grudge against you, why did you want to kill me?" "The enmity between us runs too deep. I am the son of that engineer Lin you harmed." "I see. Actually, it's not entirely my fault. Who told her to be so provocative when she slept with my dad? Which man wouldn't be tempted after seeing that? I'm lucky enough to have played with such a provocative old woman, it's worth dying for." I wanted to hit him, but the bailiffs stopped me. I told my mother the good news to ease her hidden pain. My mother will be 60 years old this year. She has resigned from her position as deputy chief engineer, but she is still a member of the CPPCC and a technical consultant for the Provincial Construction Department, so she is still very busy. When Sister Feng and I took the children to visit her, we found that my mother had aged even more, and her temples had become much whiter. I was worried about how she would spend her old age without anyone to accompany her. One day a while ago, I came home late from a social engagement, and Sister Feng gave me a letter. It was from my father. He missed his grandson and was also concerned about my mother's recent situation. A sudden inspiration struck me: could I get them to remarry? This thought cheered me up, and unable to sleep, I went to the balcony to ponder strategies for getting my parents back together. I planned to go to Shenzhen as soon as possible. I thought back to my mother's life journey; it was like a romantic love poem, leaving a lingering impression.

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