[Desire (An exceptionally wonderful mother-son story)] [Author: Unknown]

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Chapter One: The Battle Between Heaven and Man

I sat wearily on a bench in the departure lounge, letting out a long sigh.

Finally back! Nearly two months of hard work had finally paid off. The two albums I produced not only achieved platinum sales but also won three awards at the Asian Music Festival. Simultaneously, two artists under my company were crowned Best Female Singer and Best Newcomer, respectively. Suddenly, this relatively inexperienced young man became a cash cow in the boss's eyes. Although I was reluctant, I had no choice but to patiently wait for the company car to arrive to attend the celebration banquet personally arranged by the boss. After all, this was my livelihood, and necessary socializing was unavoidable.

Meanwhile, the other company staff were either playing cards in small groups or excitedly telling jokes. Even the two female singers, who were usually very image-conscious, couldn't hide their excitement, occasionally whispering and laughing with their managers. Fans outside, unable to enter our restricted area, were passionately shouting their idols' names; the entire departure lounge was filled with a frenzied atmosphere.

Unlike everyone else, what excited me most at this moment wasn't the grand awards ceremony, but the fact that I could finally see the person I'd been longing for again.

I unconsciously pulled out my phone, looked at the first number in my contacts, and smiled knowingly.

"Mom." I wondered what she was doing now?

Was she, as usual, lazily leaning against the French windows gazing at the city lights? Or was she leisurely reclining on the sofa, engrossed in a novel?

"Haven't been back for so long, aren't you getting impatient to see your beautiful wife?"

A sharp voice interrupted my thoughts. Planning director Lao Zhou and lyricist Zhang Jie sat down on either side of me.

I smiled but didn't speak.

The "beautiful wife" Lao Zhou referred to was my biological mother. Although I was rationally trying to rid myself of that sinful thought, the term still gave me a tremendous jolt.

Actually, Lao Zhou wasn't entirely right. I wasn't impatient; rather, I was conflicted. On one hand, I wanted to get home and see my mother quickly, but on the other hand, I just wanted to delay my return as much as possible. Facing my mother alone right now would be pure torture.

Old Zhou seemed to sense my lack of interest in the upcoming celebration banquet and quickly reminded me, "You're not allowed to rush home. You're the star of today's banquet; if you're absent, the boss will lose face."

Zhang Jie teased me, "Our Xu, the great talent, is such a devoted lover. He just got back and you won't let him reunite with his beloved wife? Isn't the boss being a bit inconsiderate?"

In the entire company, only Old Zhou and Zhang Jie could joke with me so freely. It was normal for us to be close because we clicked and Zhang Jie was my partner. But Old Zhou, the planning director of the publicity department, was always around me, which inevitably aroused my suspicion. Who knows what kind of wicked scheme this guy is up to now?

Old Zhou ignored Zhang Jie and said to me somewhat ambiguously, "Based on my years of experience, you and Zhang Jie will definitely be a legendary duo in the music scene. Whoever you promote will become famous. Are you worried about not having women? Don't be so pathetic."

The perceptive Zhang Jie had already sensed something amiss in Old Zhou's tone and quickly distanced himself, saying, "Come on, don't drag me into your flattery of Yonglun."

Is there really another woman who can replace her in my heart? Thinking of my mother, I unconsciously immerse myself in my own world. I

've seen quite a few beautiful women over the years, and I believe I'm quite qualified to comment on them. In my opinion, a true beauty must first transcend the boundaries of age, her beauty not diminished by time. Secondly, that beauty must be perfectly integrated with her personality; every word and action must be natural, without any affectation. And most importantly, every laugh and cry must reveal her beauty, without revealing any ugliness—that's a top-tier beauty.

Although there are countless artists in the company, each possessing a unique beauty and charm, in my eyes, only one truly meets my standards of beauty: my mother, Fang Zhiqi.

Actually, talking about my mother brings a guilty excitement, but also many questions. A series of mysteries surround us, which I haven't been able to unravel for years.

First, my mother is 36 years old, but my ID card clearly states that I'm 23 this year. Does that mean my mother gave birth to me when she was 13? That just doesn't make sense.

I've asked my mother about this more than once, but each time she playfully laughs and says she matured early, brushing me off without ever explaining. In front of my quirky mother, I, who always consider myself clever, always seem clumsy and clueless, utterly helpless.

In desperation, I can only make my own deductions. Based on my memory, my mother taught me at home until I entered middle school. From then on, I noticed I looked much thinner and smaller than my classmates, which made me start to suspect that I was lying about my age.

If I subtract three years, then it would make sense that my mother gave birth to me when she was 16. This hypothesis is reasonable, but I have no way of knowing why my mother lied about my age.

The second mystery is that I still don't know who my father is, and I've never even met my grandparents. It's as if my mother and I popped out of a rock. Unless my mother is willing to tell me, I can't find a solution to this problem no matter how hard I try.

Although I have no other relatives, this has actually created many other feelings between my mother and me besides the mother-son bond, such as friendship, siblings, and even... I dare not think any further.

I was so preoccupied with my own thoughts that I didn't hear Lao Zhou's long-winded speech, and in the end, he had no choice but to leave dejectedly.

After Lao Zhou left, Zhang Jie nudged me and said, "Looks like this guy's going to start another publicity stunt."

I was taken aback, then realized what he meant and asked blankly, "Publicize who?"

Zhang Jie shrugged and said, "Isn't it obvious? Lindb and Helen were both made famous by you. If the three of you have some kind of scandal, won't you immediately become the focus of the media? Then your value will skyrocket, and Lao Zhou will be the boss's number one contributor."

I frowned as I listened to Zhang Jie's words. Although I wasn't against publicity stunts, I always felt a bit resistant to things involving relationships.

At this moment, the company car arrived, and Lao Zhou, like a busy worker bee, ran over to Lindb and Helen's agents and whispered among themselves.

Zhang Jie laughed and said, "Looks like you're in for a rough time. Lao Zhou never gives up until he achieves his goal."

Looking at the unusually excited Lao Zhou, I could only shake my head and smile wryly.

I settled into the last row of the bus, sinking my entire body into the soft seat. I lazily turned my head to look out the window.

A layer of condensation had formed on the window due to the large temperature difference between the inside and outside. I gently wiped a patch clean and gazed through the window at the streetlights rushing past and the streetscape blurred by the condensation. My mother's beautiful face resurfaced in my mind, and an invisible pressure, like a boulder, weighed heavily on my chest.

Rationally, I know very well that I cannot have any improper thoughts about my mother, because the pain of losing her is unbearable. Therefore, I must try my best to restrain my desires and not do anything to damage our mother-son relationship. On the other hand, I have always regarded my mother as the most perfect woman in the world. In my spiritual world, she is my goddess, and I will never allow myself to have any thoughts of defiling her. However, as a normal man, spending every day with such a charming woman, I simply cannot control my instinctive impulses, and I have a strong desire to possess her at all times.

I have struggled with these three contradictory and conflicting emotions for so many years, and I feel exhausted. Now, the only thing I can do is try to reduce the time I spend alone with my mother. I am so afraid that one day my desires will finally overcome my reason and I will do something I will regret for the rest of my life.

But the development of events is far beyond my control. Several things that happened two months ago have completely pushed me to the brink of despair.

The dim streetlights brought me back to that afternoon that changed everything.

It was a bright, sunny afternoon. The sun relentlessly cast rays of light onto every corner of the earth. The cicadas chirped incessantly outside the window. I was leisurely enjoying afternoon tea in a wicker chair by the French windows, savoring a rare holiday, when a sudden, urgent phone call shattered the tranquility.

I answered, and my best friend Wu Yong's voice came through: "The organization has decided to play ball this afternoon. Just letting you know."

"Okay," I replied lazily, offering only one word.
Wu
Yong added, "It's a doubles match this time. You can't come alone; you have to bring your girlfriend so everyone can meet her."

A hint of cunning crept into his voice.

My heart skipped a beat, and my sleepiness vanished instantly. I remembered chatting with my friends a few days ago about introducing me to girlfriends. I'd dismissed their meddling by saying I already had one, but these gossipy folks had gone to great lengths to get me to bring my girlfriend along. This was clearly another trap set for me.

I hurriedly said, "Hey, don't interfere, I really have a girlfriend."

"Appeal rejected! If you can't bring your girlfriend with you, the organization will assign one for you. Okay, that's all, see you this afternoon."

"Hello?" A busy tone came from the phone.

"That brat, he won't even let me finish speaking."

I angrily hung up the phone and frantically searched my phone for someone who could impersonate my girlfriend to cover for me, but after searching for a long time, I couldn't find a suitable candidate.

Just then, my mother, still with water droplets on her face after her shower, walked gracefully out of her bedroom like a lotus emerging from water. Her long, wet hair hung down from the left side to her chest, soaking through her clothes and revealing two cute little bumps. The wide neckline of her pajamas was wide open, revealing her pink shoulders and neck, and a glimpse of her delicate, snow-white cleavage was faintly visible. My mother's skin was incredibly beautiful, like smooth, delicate porcelain, so tender it seemed like it could be broken with a touch. The years had left no trace on her; her fair, delicate skin was on full display before my eyes. Seeing this picture of a beauty emerging from a bath, I swallowed hard and quickly lowered my head, thinking to myself, "Why didn't she wear more clothes before coming out like this? It's unbearable!"

My mother, while combing her long, smooth hair, asked softly, "Who called?"

"Nothing, just some bored people."

My eyes were dazzled by her snow-white skin, unsure where to look, and I used the sight of the numerous boxes and suitcases piled up in the living room to hide my unease.

My mother had clearly overheard my phone conversation; her eyes crinkled into a smile as she asked, "You really have a girlfriend?"

Her casual expression immediately made my breath catch in my throat. What I fear most is my mother's smile. Her bright, intelligent eyes, always brimming with a cunning glint, seem to speak volumes. When she looks at you, even if she doesn't intend to provoke you, it always manages to stir your imagination.

Coupled with the shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth, every smile and gesture of hers appears so delicate and elegant, truly embodying the phrase "dimpled smile.

" "I was just fooling them. You know how busy I am right now, where would I find the time to deal with women?" I wondered why I always seemed so tongue-tied in front of my mother.

Mom slowly sat down on the sofa, gently combing her hair, and smiled like a spring flower, "You want to find someone to pretend to be your girlfriend? Do you want me to help you?"

At this moment, her right leg was crossed over her left knee, and her white, slender toes were gently curled up, revealing her pink and tender soles. I almost drooled at the sight, then said somewhat awkwardly, "Forget it, what can Mom do for me in this kind of thing?"

Mom smiled mischievously, "I can help you find a girlfriend."

My mother and I have always enjoyed chatting like friends since we were little, and we often even playfully bicker at home, so Mom wouldn't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to tease me.

I really didn't want to continue this topic, so to cover up my embarrassment, I pointed to several large boxes in the living room and changed the subject, "What are these things?"

My plan was obviously successful. As soon as I mentioned these things, Mom immediately became as excited as a little girl, showing them off to me, "My new home theater system. I heard it's newly arrived, and there are only a few sets in the country."

I was a little puzzled. Aren't home theater systems usually sold in bulk? Why are there only a few sets? So I casually asked, "When did you buy them?"

Mom thought for a moment and said, "About a week ago."

I was surprised and said, "Huh? It's been so long, why didn't you say you'd install them?"

Mom pouted and said, "It's your fault for not coming home once you're in the recording studio. I don't know how to install them myself."

Seeing her cute and charming expression, my heart skipped a beat again, and I said somewhat awkwardly, "These things are very simple. You can install them just by following the instructions."

Mom said indifferently, "I don't understand." This was what she said most often, and what was most frustrating was that she always said it so confidently, as if it were a matter of course.

I sighed and said, "Ugh, I just can't do anything with you. You clearly can't even dress yourself up, yet you always like to buy new gadgets."

Mom smiled and stroked my hair with her cool, delicate little hands, proudly saying, "Don't worry, it's because I gave birth to such a wonderful son."

I was a little flustered by this familiar and intimate gesture, but I still said seriously, "I can't always stay at home, you should try to solve some problems yourself."

Mom gave me a mischievous smile and said, "I need to learn properly, otherwise what will I do when my son gets married and leaves?" After saying that, she obediently squatted down next to me and started unpacking the boxes with me.

The fresh scent of shampoo emanating from her made my heart flutter. I thought to myself, "I don't want to leave. I wish I could stay with you like this forever."

After unpacking everything, I looked at the set with suspicion, then at my mother, and said with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "Excuse me, miss, who told you this was a home theater system? Where's the TV?"

My mother stared at me with innocent, wide eyes, looking bewildered. "There was a TV, how could it be missing?"

After a moment's thought, I understood what had happened and couldn't help but burst out laughing. "The TV was just for display! Did you only look at the price tag before ordering it? This isn't a home theater system; it's clearly a high-end audio system!"

Mom pressed the tips of her little finger to her lips in surprise and said, "I thought they were all sold together. You're so annoying, don't laugh, I'm angry." She then started punching me with her little fists as I laughed so hard I couldn't stand up straight.

This lighthearted playful banter gradually dissipated my lust, and I returned to the warm family life I shared with Mom. While connecting the stereo to the old TV, I explained the connection method to her.

But when I saw her big, watery eyes staring at me blankly, I knew my words were completely futile.

Once everything was ready, I checked the time and it was almost time to meet Wu Yong. I clapped my hands and said, "I'll order a new LCD TV tomorrow; it'll be even better than a home theater."

Knowing I was about to leave, my mother quickly asked, "Are you going to that court you always go to? Are you sure you don't need my help?"

"I'll handle it myself. You should get some rest; I won't be back for dinner." At that moment, I suddenly had the illusion of a husband saying goodbye to his wife. I quickly shook my head, banishing the wicked thought, and hurriedly changed my clothes before leaving the house.

"Didn't we agree to play doubles? Why are you here alone again?"

Wu Yong said indignantly as he saw me walk into the court alone.

Sitting to the side, drinking cola, Zhao Chen laughed, "I knew it would be like this. How about it? Luckily, I was prepared, right? Hurry up and give me the money!"

Wu Yong reluctantly pulled out fifty yuan from his bag and stuffed it into Zhao Chen's hand, then said fiercely to me, "It's all your fault, you little brat, making me lose."

I then realized what was going on and immediately shouted, "You two brats, you've bet me again!"

Wu Yong grinned sheepishly, "Who told us we're both already in shackles? What fun is there if we don't use you to amuse ourselves? But don't worry, your brother will definitely not treat you unfairly."

Zhao Chen stood up, patted my shoulder, and said earnestly, "I'm worried that you won't be able to find a good girl after entering the entertainment industry, that's why I'm concerned about your life's happiness. Don't worry, this time I'll definitely make sure you're satisfied."

Just as I realized something was wrong, Zhao Chen's girlfriend, Li Mei, and Wu Yong's girlfriend, Ma Xiaoling, accompanied by a tall girl, walked towards us.

Wu Yong nudged me with his elbow and said, "This girl, Cui Jing, works in foreign trade. She's a perfect match for you in terms of both education and looks. You should seize this opportunity."

At this point, I had no choice but to accept my fate. Encouraged by Zhao Chen, Li Mei, and the two couples, Wu Yong and Ma Xiaoling,

I reluctantly started exchanging pleasantries with Cui Jing. Although the girl in front of me was reasonably attractive, after comparing her to my mother in my mind, my preconceived notions led me to the obvious conclusion that they were simply not in the same league.

At Ma Xiaoling's arrangement, Cui Jing sat down next to me quite casually, making small talk: "You really have a girlfriend?"

"Yes, she's busy today and couldn't come." I hate these kinds of purposeful conversations, so I just answered questions directly.

"Trying to lie to us? You must have a photo, show it to us," Ma Xiaoling persisted.

Just as I was racking my brains trying to come up with some excuses to deal with the problem at hand, Wu Yong suddenly widened his eyes, staring straight ahead, muttering to himself, "My God, there's such a beauty on this court? How come I've never noticed her before?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Xiaoling frowned and widened her almond-shaped eyes, saying, "Look at you, always like this when you see a pretty girl. Don't forget I'm right here." With that, she pinched Wu Yong's ear.

Ma Xiaoling was petite, with a well-proportioned figure and delicate features. Her most distinctive feature was her pair of almond-shaped eyes, which always had slightly upturned corners. She was clearly a formidable character, a feisty and unruly person even in normal times, not someone to be trifled with. But now, fueled by jealousy, she was even more formidable, keeping everyone at a distance.

"Ouch, stop it, she's coming this way." Wu Yong, as expected of someone who had been through many trials, completely ignored Ma Xiaoling's scolding and the pain in his ear, still shouting excitedly.

李梅媚眼一挑从我们三个男人脸上一一扫过，最后落在赵晨脸上道：「快点坦白吧，这是你们谁的情债，早点交代还能从轻发落。」她这眼神妩媚至极，只这淡淡一扫已经让赵晨大晕其浪不敢正视，连忙转过头去看向一边，摆出一副君子不为色动又事不关己的欠揍表情。

然而此刻真正算得上瞠目结舌的人却是我，望着眼前这个气质高雅、美艳动人的女人，我简直不敢相信自己的眼睛，因为来的正是我妈。

妈妈此时换上了一身我从来未见过的白色连衣裙，这使她看起来既清纯可爱又不失成熟风韵，秀发简单地束在脑后，从网球帽内随意地垂下来，敞开的领口露出娇嫩的颈部肌肤，心形的白金小项链吊坠垂在脖子上，让人不自觉地想要随着吊坠一同潜往那神秘诱人之所去一探究竟。 What was most devastating was that her dress today completely covered her tennis shorts, making it seem like she wasn't wearing anything at all. Even though I knew I couldn't see anything, it created a visual illusion.

Mom walked confidently to my side, linked her arm with mine, and said, "Hello, my name is Fang Zhiqi, and I'm Yonglun's girlfriend."

The moment she said that, my heart started pounding uncontrollably. The word "girlfriend" flew around in my mind like a cute little angel.

While I stared blankly, Mom secretly winked at me when I wasn't looking. I snapped out of it, thinking to myself, "If I'd known she was planning to help me like this, I would have agreed immediately. Why did I have to waste so much time saying all that?" But my always mischievous mom loved to surprise me, often leaving me flustered and bewildered. How could I possibly know what she was thinking beforehand?

In the following matches, my son and I, though not particularly outstanding, cooperated well and managed to avoid coming in last place. Miss Cui Jing, who had been brought along for a blind date, discreetly left, which angered Li Mei, who scolded Zhao Chen for not finding out more beforehand and embarrassing her friend.

"How often do you two have sex?" Li Mei went to see Cui Jing off, while Wu Yong and Zhao Chen started another fifty-yuan gambling game. I had just picked up my Coke and taken a sip when Ma Xiaoling suddenly asked this question out of the blue, causing me to spit out the Coke and cough uncontrollably.

My mother patted my back and asked with a smile, "How often do you and Wu Yong have sex?" She seemed much more composed than me; after all, Ma Xiaoling was more than ten years younger than her, and although it wasn't obvious in appearance, her experience was undeniable.

Ma Xiaoling said angrily, "About every two days, but this guy hasn't done it for several days now. I guess he's out cheating."

She then glared fiercely at Wu Yong, who was sweating profusely on the field. The heartless Ma Xiaoling is always so talkative. It seems that there is nothing she dares to say. Now she actually raised this issue in front of me as easily as eating. If the coke hadn't been sucked into the trachea, I would never have let her continue to talk about this topic with her mother. But now I can't do anything except cough.

"Sister Zhiqi, how often do you and Yong Lun go together? You are so beautiful, this guy will definitely not let you go every day, right?" Ma Xiaoling just likes to get to the bottom of things and continues to ask.

"That's it, come on, don't worry about that kid. If he has any objections, we'll beat him up." Li Mei sent Cui Jing away and came over at some point with a charming smile on her face.

I was truly exasperated by those two girls. They actually asked me, right in front of me, how often I and my mom have sex. Although it's always been my dream, it's something I can only dream about, not discuss in broad daylight.

I coughed incessantly and shook my head frantically, but my mother didn't seem to mind much. After thinking for

a moment, she said, "We do it every day as long as he's home." Hearing those words from my mother had a different effect. My mind went blank; I couldn't hear anything else. I don't know if I had a nosebleed, but the intense stimulation made my blood boil, my body felt like it was on fire, and I couldn't help but imagine the exciting and wonderful scene of having sex with my mother every day at home.

Wu Yong finally got his revenge, winning back his fifty yuan. He and Zhao Chen seemed much more excited than usual as soon as they sat down. Perhaps it was the male instinct to please beautiful women; these two boys were really showing off their skills, telling jokes to please their mothers. However, they forgot that there were two other eyes beside them, driven by the same female jealousy, already watching them intently. It seems those two boys are in for a tough time tonight. While I felt proud, I could only secretly pray for them.

Mom was laughing uncontrollably at the jokes, practically crawling onto my lap. She would occasionally, intentionally or unintentionally, stroke my thigh, almost touching my penis several times. I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

Although we'd done similar intimate things at home before, today was completely different. Today we weren't mother and son, but lovers, and in front of my friends. The intentional or unintentional close contact had created a psychological stimulation that made my penis rock hard, so much so that I had to cross my legs all afternoon to hide my embarrassment.

That day, I felt like I was floating on clouds, I don't even know how I got home.

"I'm all sweaty today, I'm going to take a shower," Mom said, leaving me, still lost in thought, in the living room before going into her room.

Since we each have our own bathroom, we never have to worry about fighting over it.

I sat in the living room, stunned for a moment, reliving the sweet moments I'd shared with my mother earlier that day. Then, I suddenly noticed something unusual. Whether it was my mother's carelessness or she was too excited, her bedroom door wasn't completely closed, leaving a crack.

This discovery instantly energized me. I struggled internally for a while, but ultimately reason couldn't overcome desire. I quietly peeked through the crack in the door.

Although a voice inside me was still reminding me not to do such a thing, the excitement of the afternoon had already made my body lose control of my brain.

Peeking through the crack, I saw my mother, barefoot, gracefully walking to the bathroom door. She let her beautiful hair down, draping it over her shoulders, and then began to undress, piece by piece, gradually revealing her exquisite body.

Her skin, as white and smooth as silk, flushed red under the light, and her breasts, white and firm, were beautiful. On her full breasts, two pink nipples stood erect like adorable rubber tips, giving one the urge to suck them.

Below her slender, shapely legs, without an ounce of excess fat, were two perfectly proportioned curves. Her rounded buttocks and elegant back together outlined a perfect silhouette. Above her waist and buttocks were two small dimples, as alluring as dimples on her face. Between her legs, the dark, glossy pubic hair spread out in an orderly fashion, as if specifically designed to complement the curves of her perfect body. Although I couldn't see my mother's vulva from my angle, the intense visual stimulation was enough to make me itch and swallow hard.

As my mother entered the bathroom, the sound of rushing water filled the air. I panicked and fled back to my room, pulling out my already throbbing penis and stroking it, fantasizing about my mother's beautiful bathing posture.

A voice inside me was praying: "God, please don't torture me like this. It's clearly forbidden to touch it, so why do you have to let me see it? This is torture to death."

Chapter Two Dangerous Relationships
At the celebration banquet, champagne was being opened and leaders were giving congratulatory speeches. I reluctantly went up on stage repeatedly to speak, accepting insincere congratulations from my colleagues, feeling dizzy from the busyness. Only after I had socialized with everyone did I finally sit down, exhausted, and light a cigarette.

It seems that these interpersonal relationship jobs are really not easy, but why does my mother always manage to handle them so effortlessly? My mother's personality is similar to mine; we both dislike these social occasions, yet she always manages to calmly handle various social events while maintaining her peaceful and comfortable life. This ability truly impresses me. Unconsciously, I recalled that time I attended a dance party.

I remember it was an evening when I returned from the recording studio and found my mother wasn't home. I quickly took a shower and was about to go downstairs to get something to eat. As I passed the living room's French windows, I inadvertently glimpsed a black Mercedes parked below. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly peered out the window.

Sure enough, Mom was talking to a man in a gray suit. A surge of intense jealousy immediately filled me. I recognized him as Qin Feng, Mom's college classmate. Of all the suitors who had surrounded Mom over the years, he was the most persistent. I'd known of him since I was little, and I'd always harbored a deep-seated hostility towards him. Thankfully, Mom had never invited him over all these years. I wondered what this guy wanted today.

Seeing Mom struggle to get rid of him, I finally felt relieved, but I was still very uncomfortable. I even forgot about my hunger and sat blankly on the sofa, facing the wall, not even noticing Mom enter the room.

"When did you get back?" Mom asked, taking off her shoes as she saw me at home.

I said with a sullen face, "I just got back, why is that person bothering you again?"

My mother smiled and came to my side, gently stroking my hair, "What's wrong? Afraid someone will steal your mother away?"

I frowned and said, "I hate him, tell him not to come again."

My mother made a playful face and said, "Yes, my dear son." Then she turned and went back to the bedroom.

"What does he want with you?" I was still a little worried, so I followed her and asked.

Mom took two dresses out of the bedroom and held them up in front of her, saying, "My college classmate is having a dance later, and he invited me to be his dance partner."

I asked nervously, "You said yes?"

Mom shook her head, "Not yet, I haven't decided who to go with."

Hearing this, I quickly and decisively said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

Mom tilted her head, looking at me with a smile in her eyes, and said, "You? Aren't you most afraid of social events?"

I realized I had been a bit out of line and tried to explain casually, "Well, I can't help it. I really don't feel comfortable letting such a beautiful woman like you go out alone. Even if I don't want to, I have to reluctantly be your guardian."

Mom put down the dresses she was holding, sat down next to me, and pinched my nose with one hand, saying, "Today is Mom's class reunion; family members aren't allowed."

"Since none of your friends have met me, why don't you just say I'm your boyfriend? That way, all those people surrounding you will give up completely. Wouldn't that be better?" I don't know why I suddenly made such a bold suggestion. Perhaps I'm just infatuated with the feeling of pretending to be your boyfriend in front of others.

But as soon as the words left my mouth, my heart started pounding. I didn't dare look at my mother's face, afraid she would get angry. After about two seconds of silence, seeing that she still didn't react, I cautiously looked at her.

I saw a tender look on my mother's face as she gazed at me affectionately. When she noticed my gaze on her, she immediately changed to a playful smile, stood up, and pulled me to the mirror wall, saying, "Then I need to see if I'm suitable." I let my mother arrange me to be compared to the mirror wall. In the mirror, my mother looked like a mischievous little girl playing with her beloved doll.

After looking at me for a while, Mom said, "You know what, it's not impossible for you to pass for my boyfriend looking like this. I'll find you a more suitable dress; it'll make you look more mature."

As if by magic, Mom pulled a black dress from her wardrobe. I was wondering when she bought it when she was already urging me to change.

Standing in front of the mirror again, I was a far cry from my usual unkempt and slovenly self. I was even surprised at how neat and tidy I looked. The dress made me look tall and strong. In the mirror, my nose was high and my face was well-defined. Although I didn't inherit Mom's fair skin, my face was still relatively fair due to long hours and lack of sunlight, though it lacked color and made me look a bit haggard. My messy stubble and sleep-deprived eyes made me look listless. But in Mom's eyes, these were all advantages. My unkempt appearance became a kind of颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of decadence or颓废, a kind of颓废, decadence, or listlessness), and my sleep-deprived eyes became a kind of 忧郁 (忧郁 is a kind of 忧郁, melancholy/melancholy).

After getting me dressed, Mom shooed me downstairs, insisting I wait for her to get ready.

Sitting in the car, I nervously stared at our building entrance, strangely feeling a wonderful sense of anticipation for a date with Mom.

Since we'd only recently moved to this neighborhood, we didn't know our neighbors very well, just a few familiar faces. I responded to the friendly greetings of passing neighbors, secretly pleased with myself.

Since the day we moved in, no one had treated us like mother and son. For some reason, Mom and I had tacitly avoided revealing our identities, which made today's situation even more convenient. I wondered what people were speculating about our relationship behind our backs, whether…

Time flew by as I drifted off into these thoughts. To be honest, waiting for a woman to get ready does require patience, but when I saw Mom, dressed in her finest attire, gracefully walking towards me, all the waiting became worthwhile.

Mom's long hair was piled high, her bangs cascading down her almost perfect face. A deep purple silk evening gown, with a horizontal pleat across its chest, completely exposed my mother's elegant, fair neck and smooth, rounded shoulders. The deep cleavage was more alluring than any other temptation, making one imagine the pair of jade-like breasts beneath the dress. The dress was perfectly tailored below the chest, clinging tightly to her slender figure, ending at her knees and flaring out like a trumpet flower, trailing to the ground. It perfectly showcased my mother's captivating curves, making her appear both noble and elegant, mature and poised. I couldn't help but marvel; my mother was truly versatile, captivating in every pose.

"Our Zhiqi has finally found her match. Let me see which lucky boy is it," my mother said, linking arms with me as we entered the ballroom. Just then, a woman in a bright red evening gown, heavily made-up, swayed her ample hips as she approached us.

My mother whispered, "This is my best friend, Jiang Shuyan."

Jiang Shuyan came closer, looked me up and down, and nodded in approval, "Not bad, not bad. Our Zhiqi has excellent taste. He really is a handsome young man. You two even look a bit like a married couple."

I politely nodded in greeting, but in my heart I thought, "Of course we look alike, we're mother and son." My initial assessment of this woman, whom I should call "Auntie," was that she was probably the kind of woman who was rather outspoken and outspoken. If she were younger, she would probably be about the same age as Ma Xiaoling.

Seemingly to confirm my judgment, after a while, Jiang Shuyan put her hands on her hips and said to me, "Let me tell you, you're not allowed to bully Zhiqi anymore. She's everyone's darling. If I find out you've bullied her, see how I deal with you."

I smiled awkwardly, thinking, "My mom has always bullied me since I was little. How could I possibly bully her?" Jiang Shuyan dragged my mother's arm, saying she was taking her to meet an old classmate. My mother knew I wasn't good at socializing, so she gave me a few instructions and told me to do whatever I wanted before leaving with Jiang Shuyan.

Before they left, my keen ears, honed by my profession, suddenly caught two sentences of conversation. I heard Jiang Shuyan whisper to my mother, "How was it? Is this kid good in bed?"

My mother pinched her shyly and said, "Keep your voice down, you slut, aren't you afraid someone will hear you?"

These two sentences made me forget how I got through the rest of the time. The four erotic words "good in bed" kept replaying in my mind.

As the melodious tune played, the indispensable cheek-to-cheek dance of the ball finally arrived. One after another, the men present invited my mother to dance, but she politely declined each time. Seeing this, I was naturally overjoyed. In my excitement, I walked up to my mother with what I considered my most dashing gait, placed one arm over my chest, and bowed deeply, saying, "May I have the honor of inviting the beautiful Miss Zhiqi to dance with me?"

My mother blushed slightly at being addressed by her name so intimately in front of so many people, and then gracefully offered her her small, white hand.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the men who had previously fawned over my mother were now casting hostile glances at me. I wondered if Qin Feng was among them? A sense of victory made the corners of my mouth unconsciously turn up slightly.

Accompanied by the slow waltz, I gently embraced my mother's slender waist, our cheeks lightly touching, but our bodies maintaining a certain distance. It wasn't that I didn't want to take the opportunity to hold my mother in my arms. The reason I chose this traditional cheek-to-cheek dance, which became popular in the late 19th century, was because I was afraid that close contact would reveal my already erect penis, so I had to maintain this safe distance. That night, my mother and I were both very engrossed, dancing countless tunes to the music until my mother started to feel her feet swollen, at which point we left.

As soon as we got to the car, my mother freed her beautiful feet from her high heels, bent her legs, and began to massage them with a slight frown. My mother's beautiful feet had slender ankles and soft soles that could be held in one hand. She disliked wearing high heels, saying that shoes were torture for the feet. At home, she usually went barefoot, but this meant that every summer I had to struggle with my desires, constantly trying to control them with reason.

However, what was even more alluring than her feet was a pair of snow-white thighs that my mother had revealed when she lifted her long skirt. Those seemingly slender yet actually plump legs were full, firm, and elastic. Without realizing it, my attention had shifted from the intermittently moving road ahead to those beautiful legs.

Suddenly, my mother's delicate hand covered my face, saying, "Don't look at what you shouldn't see. Focus on driving." I quickly and somewhat embarrassedly turned my attention back to the road.

Along the way, my mother and I chatted easily. She seemed exceptionally happy today, laughing constantly. She even innocently compared herself to Cinderella from a fairy tale. I thought to myself, "Wouldn't that make me her prince?" Seeing my mother so happy, I decided not to let her dream end too soon. So, after entering the residential area, I didn't park directly in the garage, but instead parked near the fitness equipment area.

"Why aren't we going home?" Mom asked curiously.

I smiled and said, "I'll take you to relax your feet."

The neighborhood was quiet and peaceful as night fell. The round streetlights in the neighborhood emitted a soft glow. Mom and I walked hand in hand, feeling as if we were in a fairy tale world.

The cobblestone pavement was smooth as jade from the footsteps of people doing their morning exercises, reflecting a warm luster under the dim streetlights.

I pointed to the pebbles and said, "Walking here can massage the acupoints on the soles of your feet, Mom, why don't you try it?"

Mom looked around nervously and asked, "Won't someone see us?"

I chuckled and said, "What are you afraid of? It's not like you're skinny dipping. Lots of people come here in the morning, and besides, nobody comes at this time."

Encouraged by me, Mom's childlike spirit was rekindled. With her left hand lifting her floor-length dress and her right hand holding her high heels, she walked barefoot, gracefully and carefully stepping onto the pebbles. Under the tight embrace of her evening gown, her full and firm breasts were even more prominent. A gentle evening breeze swept in from afar, lifting a strand of hair at her temple, revealing her mature charm in the night. Looking at my beautiful and charming mother, I couldn't help but be captivated.

Mom's feet were too delicate to adapt to the weight of her entire body on the pebbles. After only a few steps, she swayed slightly. I quickly stepped forward and grabbed her hand to prevent her from falling. The soft, smooth touch came from her fingertips.

With my arm for support, Mom began to walk forward step by step again.

"How do you feel?" I asked softly.

Mom looked down intently at the road and replied, "It hurts a little at first, but it'll feel better once you get used to it."

"Then I'll bring you here often from now on." At that moment, I really wished time could stop, and I wanted to keep walking like this, holding Mom's hand forever.

Mom smiled sweetly and was about to speak when she suddenly felt a sharp stone under her foot and cried out "Ah!" Her whole body leaned towards me. I quickly wrapped my left arm tightly around her slender waist and lifted her off the road.

Mom's bare feet stepped on my leather shoes, her shapely body pressed tightly against mine, our noses almost touching, her moist, fragrant lips less than an inch away from mine, a faint fragrance wafting onto my face with her hot breath.

We gazed into each other's eyes, our breaths mingling, both feeling our heartbeats quicken. I was somewhat flustered and couldn't resist tentatively leaning forward. My mother tilted her pretty face slightly, seemingly in response. Just as I was about to boldly kiss her, an untimely voice suddenly rang out.

"Yonglun!"

My mother hurriedly pushed me away, shyly putting on her shoes.

Zhang Jie, Fu Wei from the planning department, and Lao Zhou, who was on the phone, rushed to my side.

Upon seeing me, Fu Wei complained, "My Xu, the great talent, I've finally found you! I've been calling you all day for the company's emergency planning meeting…

Um, and this lady is…" Even in the darkness, I could see their eyes widen at the sight of my mother.

"My girlfriend, Fang Zhiqi." I seemed particularly fond of calling my mother my girlfriend in front of others, and answered naturally.

My mother nodded shyly as a greeting to the three, then, with a "Come back soon," she hurried home like a startled swan.

Watching her figure disappear into the night, I knew I had fallen hopelessly in love with my mother. This love, which included kinship, romantic love, and desire, was probably an obsession I would never be able to escape in this lifetime. As for the untimely visit of Lao Zhou and his companions, I really didn't know whether to thank them or complain. After all, they were the ones who pulled me back from the precipice, preventing me from doing something wrong in a moment of impulse.

The so-called emergency planning meeting was actually to have me produce an album for each of the company's two artists within two months, in order to meet the Asian Music Festival two months later. The company's performance had been terrible lately; apart from the album that made me an overnight sensation last year, almost all our products were box office failures. This made me the savior for this year's performance, the boss's last bargaining chip.

For a while afterward, I was practically working in the recording studio every day. Actually, being busy was just an excuse; I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control my desires when I got home.

To vent my surging passion, I became a workaholic, pouring all my energy into music creation. At the time, I never imagined that this venting would bring such great success.

Under my devilish torment, the two delicate beauties, Lindb and Helen, were brought to tears several times. I also earned the nickname "Cold-Faced Demon" in the company; many singers who wanted me as a producer trembled at the mention of my name. Only the company boss praised me highly, commending my dedication.

"Japan is such a wonderful place, you rarely go there, why didn't you bring back anything nice?" Old Zhou, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, interrupted my thoughts again.

The celebration banquet was nearing its end, and after the boss left, it was time for everyone to revel. Those usually respectable artists and administrative managers had shed their pretenses and were indulging themselves without restraint; it was a scene of utter disgrace and chaos.

Old Zhou patted my shoulder and mysteriously handed me a small box, saying, "With this, I guarantee you'll awaken all the desires in your beautiful wife, making you feel like you're in heaven."

This guy's methods of getting close to me were truly unscrupulous. Seeing that I didn't respond, he actually tried to bribe me with aphrodisiacs. Looking at the small box with Japanese writing in my hand, I was both amused and exasperated. But on the other hand, I wondered if this was a sign from heaven?

"If you ask me, getting a woman drunk is the best way," Fu Wei, his tongue almost slurred, patted a colleague and expertly discussed his womanizing experience.

"You men are always so self-righteous, thinking women are really being drugged by you?" a female artist's assistant protested, dissatisfied.

The entertainment industry, seemingly glamorous, is actually incredibly decadent beneath the surface. Affairs between men and women are often discussed openly at the dinner table, even in meetings, without the slightest shame. I'm used to it all. Just

as I was about to go outside for some fresh air, the assistant said, "You underestimate women's guard. Unless it's in front of someone they like, a woman won't easily let herself get drunk and create opportunities for a man."

I suddenly realized something and unconsciously stopped, wanting to hear what she had to say next.

Fu Wei said, "So you're saying women get drunk willingly?"

The assistant gave Fu Wei a disdainful look and said, "Only when a woman willingly intends to give a man a chance will she let you get her drunk, you stupid men."

Hearing this, it was as if a lightning bolt struck my mind, instantly bringing to mind the night before I left for Japan.

After the two impersonation incidents, my relationship with my mother became increasingly delicate. We no longer bickered at home as freely as before; we became more and more polite to each other, as if a layer had suddenly appeared between us.

After a period of this awkward coexistence, I began to deliberately hide in the recording studio, even having my assistant fetch my change of clothes. It wasn't until the night before I finished recording both albums and was about to leave for Japan for promotions that I had to go home to pack my bags.

When I unlocked the door, the scene before me stunned me.

A bright moon hung high in the sky outside the huge French windows, and in the distance, the city lights twinkled. My mother was kneeling against the glass, one hand supporting her chin, the other holding a half-full glass of red wine, staring blankly out the window, lost in thought. The

soft moonlight filtered through her thin shirt, revealing glimpses of her snow-white skin. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, and she seemed to radiate a holy light, like a fairy descending from the moon, so beautiful that it almost took my breath away.

My mother, slightly tipsy, took a while to turn around. Her eyes were blurry with drunkenness as she said, "You're back?"

I gently walked to the window. My mother stirred, trying to get up but then leaned weakly against the glass, giving me a reproachful look. "Lunlun, do you hate your mother?"

"How could I? You're my mother, how could I hate you?" I answered, but in my heart, I was screaming, "I love you so much I'm almost going crazy!
" "Then why have you been deliberately avoiding your mother lately?" My mother looked up at me, her eyes glistening with tears.

"No, I've just been so busy lately," I said, a pang of pain in my heart at her pitiful appearance, but I uttered the usual excuse a man uses.

"Then you can't stay at the recording studio anymore. You have to come home no matter how late it is. It's so lonely for me at home alone,"

my mother said, half-pleading, half-coquettish, fueled by her drunkenness.

"Okay, but I'm afraid it will disturb your rest." I couldn't bear to see my mother sad. I had originally planned to say that I was going to Japan first thing tomorrow morning, but what came out of my mouth was something else entirely.

My mother gently stroked my hair and smiled, "When you were little, didn't you always wake me up in the middle of the night? Why are you being so polite with your mother now?"

Whether it was when I was little or now, I always felt a sweet warmth in my heart when her little hands stroked my hair.

"Lunlun, I'm a little tired. Help Mom up to put on her shoes." My mother had probably drunk too much, as she couldn't even stand up on her own.

I stared at her beautiful feet and said dreamily, "Isn't this better? Why do I need to wear shoes?" I was going crazy. I realized I was definitely going crazy, and what I was saying was becoming more and more incoherent.

Mom poked my nose with her finger and smiled seductively, "You naughty boy, what's so interesting about Mom's feet?"

"I can't see anywhere else, so I can only look at your feet." That's it, I knew I was completely blinded by desire, starting to ramble incoherently. The only remaining shred of reason was still making a final effort, desperately reminding me to pull back from the brink.

Mom, embarrassed by my blatant teasing, propped herself up and said, "Help me up quickly."

"No need for that." With that, I swept her up in my arms.

At this moment, the voice of reason was growing weaker and weaker, replaced by my erect penis, which was now almost completely dominating my body.

Mom's body trembled at first, but she didn't resist. Instead, she gently rested her head on my strong chest muscles, sweetly closing her eyes. All I could see was her long, black hair and a delicate, white neck. My hands felt her smooth, supple, and boneless skin.

I could hear my heart pounding abnormally as I walked step by step toward my mother's room.

Oh my god, what am I doing? Xu Yonglun, wake up! If this continues, there'll be no turning back. The voice of reason finally awoke at the last moment, rescuing me from the vortex of desire. After gently placing my mother on the bed, I hurriedly said, "Mom, you should rest early. I'm leaving." I guiltily turned to leave.

A fleeting hint of disappointment crossed my mother's face, then she glanced at me and said, "You really don't want to be with your mother?"

I feigned composure and explained, "It's not that I don't want to, I have to go on a business trip tomorrow and I need to pack my things. I'm afraid that staying here will..."

Seeing those incredibly alluring eyes, I really wanted to rush over and pounce on her.

"Afraid of what?" My mother pressed on almost without giving me time to think.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to resist sleeping with you." The words blurted out, "No, what I mean is..." I hurriedly tried to find an excuse for myself, but I couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

My mother said with a half-smile, "Do you dare?"

My God, is this considered provocation?

"My room is never locked. If you have the guts, you can come in anytime." My mother raised her beautiful face provocatively, her eyes fixed on me.

I didn't dare look my mother in the eye and quickly turned away, saying, "Mom, you're drunk. I'm leaving."

I used all my strength to run out of my mother's room, my heart pounding uncontrollably. The moment I closed the door, I seemed to hear my mother let out a long sigh, muttering to herself, "Silly boy."

I smelled the lingering fragrance of my mother's sleeve, telling myself, "She only said that because she's drunk. Don't do anything foolish."

The next morning, before my mother woke up, I quietly went to her room with my luggage. Looking at my mother sleeping soundly on the bed, I felt an overwhelming tenderness.

"Mom, although I'm your son, I'm also a normal man. I'm really afraid I'll do something to hurt you. Do you know what kind of torment I endure every day when I'm with you?"

This last scene kept replaying in my mind. Fu Wei and the female assistant's argument about men and women suddenly made sense to me. I realized that perhaps it wasn't just a momentary lapse in judgment on my mother's part, but some kind of hint.

In an instant, details I'd previously overlooked flashed through my mind like a movie: the intimate gestures when she first pretended to be my girlfriend, the intentional or unintentional flirting, the slightly ajar door, the evening gown she'd prepared beforehand, the way their eyes met, the night she lay drunk by the window—weren't all of this my mother was hinting at?

I'd been like a complete idiot, lost in my own internal struggle. Thinking this, I involuntarily jumped up from my seat and shouted, "Where's the car? Home! Take me home now!"

Chapter Three: Seemingly Affectionate Yet Intended

Nobody knew why I suddenly started yelling about wanting to go home, but luckily the banquet was almost over. Old Zhou arranged for driver Xiao Liu to take me home, but with one condition: I had to take Lindb home with me. Apparently, this future pop star had been partying too wildly and was completely drunk.

I was already eager to get home, my desire burning, and I didn't care whether I was taking a person or a pig. I figured Lindb's house wasn't far from mine, so I figured I'd take her. Immediately, Lindb's manager and I helped this drunken pop star into the car.

The van sped along the highway, the streetlights flashing by, making the interior light flicker, and my emotions rose and fell with them. Whenever I thought about how my mother was seducing me, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, which drew surprised looks from Lindb's female manager and Xiao Liu, who wondered if I was going crazy from being too excited about winning the award.

There's a saying: the more you rush, the more trouble you cause. I thought I could just drop Lindb off and go home, but who knew that when we got to Lindb's doorstep, her damn manager said he was too weak to carry Lindb. This drove me wild, and I single-handedly dragged and pulled Lindb inside like a piece of raw meat. Then I rushed downstairs to urge Xiao Liu to drive.

Having left two troublesome women behind, I didn't need to worry about anything anymore. Several times I considered trying the medicine Lao Zhou gave me, but the thought of using it on my beloved mother immediately felt like a desecration, so I put it back.

Xiao Liu was probably frightened by my strange behavior; he wouldn't even look at me, just gripping the steering wheel and focusing intently on driving.

The van slowly drove into the residential area, and Xiao Liu skillfully pulled the handbrake.

Finally, we were home.

Staring at my building's entrance, I suddenly tensed up. The dark doorway seemed like a monster waiting for me. The excitement I felt on the way up vanished instantly, replaced by unease and fear.

I was actually starting to feel scared.

"Do you have a cigarette?" I decided to calm myself down before going upstairs.

The driver, Xiao Liu, handed me a pack of Honghe cigarettes.

The glow of the cigarette butts in the car reflected on my face. Xiao Liu looked at me blankly, not daring to say a word, and lit a cigarette himself, quietly keeping me company.

What was I afraid of? I didn't even know myself anymore.

Just then, a sharp pain shot through my temples, and my head felt like it was going to explode. I hadn't had a good night's sleep in over two months, and tonight, I, who couldn't hold my liquor, had been forced to drink several glasses. My childhood headaches were starting to flare up.

"Producer Xu, are you alright?"

Xiao Liu, who was two years older than me, was always very respectful to me, the aloof and top-notch producer, addressing me with the honorific "you."

I forced a smile and said, "I'm fine, you can go back." I then pushed open the car door and got out.

Looking up at the star-studded night sky for a while, I took a deep breath and felt a little calmer. Then, like a martyr about to face his death, I resolutely strode towards the building entrance.

What's meant to happen will happen eventually; there's nothing to be afraid of. Isn't this what I've been waiting for all this time?

Although I kept reassuring myself, my anxiety grew with each elevator number change.

When I inserted the key into the cold security door, I could clearly feel my blood rushing through my veins, and my legs felt weak.

I told myself it was just the alcohol acting up, and with a determined heart, I pushed open the door.

"Lunlun, when did you get back?"

Seeing me return, my mother, beaming with delight, rushed over from the living room sofa like a happy little sparrow, offering me slippers as she said, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

"Well, why did you drink so much?" My mother wrinkled her cute little nose at the smell of alcohol on me.

At this moment, my mother's face was bare of makeup, her elegance and simplicity evident. She wore a pink plaid pajama set, her figure slender, and paired with those fluffy little slippers, she looked charming and adorable, possessing a unique allure.

I resisted the urge to hug her, wobbling and slumping onto the sofa, rubbing my almost exploding hair, and said, "I was dragged to a celebration party as soon as I got back, so I didn't have time to tell you." I was puzzled as to why my feelings were so different after seeing my mother. Why did I only feel peace and comfort now? Where had all those desires gone?

After tidying my shoes, my mother went into her room, seemingly to do something.

Lying on the sofa, I started to think things through. This couldn't go on. I had to rekindle my passion. Mom must have feelings for me; she'd definitely respond if I made a move.

But how did I begin? Although I understood that Mom was seducing me, I had no idea what to do next.

Just then, Mom gracefully walked over with a steaming hot towel, gently wiping my face while saying with concern, "Honestly, you bosses are so heartless, for forcing people to drink even if they can't."

I suddenly made up my mind, mustered all my courage, grabbed Mom's soft little hand, and called out, "Mom!"

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Mom's bright eyes were fixed on me, her pure and innocent face overflowing with love.

I tried to bring up the night Mom got drunk, but looking into her clear, watery eyes, the words stuck in my throat for a long time.

"Nothing, I have a headache and want to go to sleep." After hesitating for a long time, I finally made an excuse and went back to my room, feeling utterly dejected.

I quickly took a shower, changed into my pajamas, and lay in bed, mentally berating myself, "Xu Yonglun, you coward! How can you not even have the guts to act recklessly while drunk?"

But then again, in that situation, just as far as I could even connect my mother with those desires was concerned, I felt incredibly guilty. How could I possibly bring it up?

As soon as I calmed down, my head started throbbing again. Just as I was about to get up to find some headache medicine, the bedroom light came on.

My mother walked in, a white towel draped over one hand and a small basket in the other.

"What...what is she going to do? Could it be...she's going to...?"

The white towel triggered a flood of thoughts, and my penis immediately hardened.

She's back! My desire has finally returned! I was both excited and nervous, almost holding my breath as I watched my mother walk towards me step by step.

"Mom...what...what are you going to do?" I suddenly felt like a little woman about to be raped.

Mom first squatted down in a corner of my room and fiddled with the things in the small basket for a while, then came to my bedside and said softly, "Lunlun, get up for a moment."

"Okay,"

I replied stupidly, looking down for my slippers, my other hand covering my crotch. My pajamas were too thin.

Seeing my awkwardness, Mom chuckled and said, "Silly boy, you don't need to get out of bed, just make room for me."

Hearing this, if it weren't for the muscles in my chest holding me back, my heart probably would have jumped out of my chest.

"She...she wants to come with me..."

I was so excited I forgot about my headache, just staring blankly at my mother.

She gently moved my pillow aside, kneeling at the head of the bed. Then she folded a white towel into a rectangle and placed it on her lap, gently patting her legs before saying, "Okay, lie down."

"Oh," I replied, my mind blank, letting my mother do as she pleased.

Lying on the soft towel, inhaling my mother's faint fragrance, I felt light as a feather, as if in a dream.

My mother, seemingly worried I was cold, bent down and tucked the blanket around me. As she did so, her breasts were clearly visible, and if it weren't for the dim light, I think I could have seen what was under her pajamas through the gaps in the buttons.

After tucking me in, Mom started applying essential oil to her palms. Even with my brain still foggy, I realized by then that Mom was going to give me a massage, something completely different from what I had imagined. For a moment, I felt ashamed of my dirty thoughts, but at the same time, I realized this might be a good opportunity, and I couldn't help but say, "Mom..."

"Okay, don't talk, close your eyes." Before I could finish speaking, Mom's hands had already begun to roam over my cheeks. Her delicate, soft, and slightly cool fingers first rubbed back and forth on my face for a while, and then she began to use the tips of her thumbs to press firmly on the Zanzhu acupoint at the inner end of my eyebrows, the Yuyao acupoint in the middle of my eyebrows, and my temples on both sides. Her movements were soothing and rhythmic.

As a professional beautician, Mom's technique was indeed far superior to that of a typical hairdresser. Before long, I began to feel my head, which had almost exploded, relax and become much more relaxed.

I tried one last time, whispering, "Mom, that night..."

My mother rubbed her palms together to warm them, then placed them over my eyes, softly saying, "Don't talk. Don't think about anything now. Be a good boy."

That gentle voice and familiar gesture transported me back to my childhood. Whenever I had a headache, my mother would massage me like this. Gradually, a warm, sweet feeling welled up inside me, and my desire slowly faded.

The aromatherapy scent began to fill the air, blending seamlessly with the essential oils on my mother's hands and her faint body fragrance. I felt incredibly comfortable, as if floating on air, and my eyes grew heavy as I drifted off to sleep.

In my dream, my mother once again appeared, dressed in a purple evening gown, gazing at me with deep affection. But just as I was about to kiss her lips, she had already walked away down a winding path, refusing to turn back no matter how much I called out to her. Finally, her petite figure was swallowed by the night, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze seeming to mock me. I was left all alone in the world.

I woke with a start, blinded by the dazzling sunlight. After my eyes adjusted for a moment, I sat up and wiped the cold sweat from my brow.

It was just a dream!

But could this dream foreshadow anything?

I rushed nervously out of the living room, where I was greeted by my mother's radiant smile.

"Lunlun's awake? Come and have some porridge."

Mom was still wearing her pajamas underneath, with only a robe over them. The thick towel collar framed her rosy, flawless face, her bright eyes clear beneath her delicately arched eyebrows, and her small, rosy lips slightly upturned, revealing two alluring dimples.

Seeing Mom in person finally put my mind at ease. I stretched my shoulders and felt incredibly relaxed and comfortable; it seemed Mom's cooking skills were truly superb.

Mom wasn't a good cook; the only thing she could barely call a skill was making porridge. Although it was just plain porridge, I always felt that Mom's porridge tasted better than any delicacy, so I immediately and happily started drinking it.

Mom rested her chin on her hands, watching me wolf down the porridge with a beaming smile, occasionally bursting into giggles at my exaggerated praise.

This warm morning made me forget everything; those passionate moments seemed like the most unattainable dreams. At that moment, I only wanted to immerse myself in the warm ocean of maternal love.

Unfortunately, fate intervened. That annoying phone rang at that exact moment. That damned Lao Zhou informed me of a planning meeting that afternoon and that he wanted to bring Lindb to the company.

My mother asked with concern, "Going to work so soon?"

I shrugged and sighed, "Sorry, capitalists are ruthless. I'm off, Mom."

"Okay, drive carefully." As I walked out the door

, I felt a strange unease. Today, I naturally called her "Mom," instead of teasingly calling her "beautiful" as before. Had my desire for her disappeared?

The following days were unusually calm. With mixed feelings, I began to carefully observe my mother. I found her very composed and natural, without a trace of seduction. For a moment, I was truly confused.

Had I misunderstood my mother? Was she simply showing love for her son, not trying to seduce me?

But what about that look in her eyes that night? I'm certain that wasn't a mother's gaze towards her son. Besides, there was that drunken, almost flirtatious language.

I was going crazy. My mother was like a cloud, pure and ethereal, floating in the sky, visible but untouchable, ungraspable.

"Old Zhou, what do you mean by this?"

A few days later, one morning, I angrily questioned Old Zhou over the phone. Beside me was a newly published entertainment newspaper, its front page featuring two photos: one of me helping Lindb into her apartment building that evening, and the other of me walking out with Lindb that morning. The dates and times were clearly displayed below the photos, and the eye-catching, sensational headline read, "Top Producer Stays Overnight at Lindb's House, Relationship Exposed!"

Old Zhou's dismissive voice came from the other end of the line, "The media always likes to write nonsense. That's just how the entertainment industry is; you'll get used to it."

"That sounds nice, but this was all your doing! I'm not stupid." Who could Old Zhou's flawed plan possibly fool? I felt a sense of being manipulated.

"Isn't this great? You and Lindb are the focus of media attention right now. Your next album together is already a hot topic even before it's finished." Seeing he couldn't fool me, Old Zhou simply admitted it.

"I don't need hype!" "

Okay, okay, Producer Xu, let's not hype it up anymore. Oh, right, don't forget the book signing at the art museum this afternoon." He hung up before I could say anything.

Still furious, I threw the newspaper on the ground.

"It's just some gossip, why are you so angry?" Mom picked up the newspaper and looked at it.

Because I was angry, I didn't notice Mom was already standing behind me. I snatched the newspaper and hurriedly explained, "Mom, actually, there's really nothing between Lindb and me, you have to believe me."

Mom smiled sweetly, "Silly boy, of course Mom believes you."

A thought suddenly popped into my head, and I said on a whim, "Mom, can you do me another favor?"

My mother smiled gently, "Why be so polite with your mother? Go ahead and say it."

"Let's pretend to be a couple again and go public in front of the media, that way they won't see me with those people..."

"Absolutely not!"

My words were cut off almost by a shout from my mother.

I was at a loss, staring blankly at her, "Why?"

"Because, I, I am your mother." With that, she seemed to deliberately avoid my gaze and rushed back to her room.

I stood there, stunned, my heart sinking.

How could this be? The contrast in my mother's demeanor was too great. She had pretended to be my girlfriend before, so why was she so agitated today?

Then I suddenly remembered a detail I'd noticed these past few days: since I came back, my mother had stopped dressing so casually. In front of me, she always covered herself completely with clothes, and that casual affection was nowhere to be found.

My doubts grew. I'd only been gone a short time, how could my mother's attitude have changed so drastically? What had happened?

Suddenly, a possibility occurred to me, and a chill ran down my spine. I recalled that Qin Feng's pursuit of my mother had intensified since the party. Had he made progress with her while I was away? This thought ignited a burning jealousy and rage within me.

The art museum became lively with our unexpected arrival. But preoccupied with my own thoughts, I had no interest in responding to the scandal in front of the media. I seized an opportunity to slip away quietly.

Smoking, I strolled down the street. The lush maple trees lining the road, bathed in sunlight, added an autumnal touch to the bustling city.

But I had no mood to appreciate the scenery. My mind was preoccupied with the strange relationship between my mother and me. Was my mother truly in love with me, or was she indifferent?

Suddenly, a commotion arose in the distance. Several reporters carrying cameras caught my attention. I immediately ducked into a small alley next to the art museum. The scandal had made me extremely nervous; the sight of a camera sent shivers down my spine.

Hiding in a corner, watching the busy people rush to the street corner, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the group.

Wasn't that Jiang Shuyan?

She was wearing a black striped suit, the pointed collar of her white shirt turned outwards, her ample breasts pushing the shirt high, as if about to burst out. A short skirt tightly hugged her round, full hips below her slender waist, and flesh-colored stockings made her thighs look exceptionally smooth. She wore black high heels, and this outfit made her hourglass figure even more sexy and alluring. On the day of the ball, I was so focused on my mother that I hadn't really noticed how incredibly hot Aunt Jiang's figure was.

Jiang Shuyan directed everyone to disassemble and assemble the equipment, searching for the mounting points. Afraid of being discovered, I quickly slipped into an art gallery in the alley.

The small gallery was simply furnished, with framed oil paintings hanging on the walls and large works piled on the floor. The air smelled of turpentine and oil paint. An elderly man wearing a painter's hat greeted me, "Would you like to look at some paintings, sir?"

"Just browsing," I replied. Actually, I'm quite sensitive to the power of art, and although I don't know much about it, I can still get the gist of it; after all, art is universal.

After a casual glance, I was somewhat disappointed. Most of the paintings on display were lifeless, like industrial products, seemingly meant for wealthy people to display in their homes as a display of refinement.

Just as I was about to go into the inner room, a small four-page painting in the corner caught my eye.

It depicted a young girl in a purple dress and a sun hat, holding several thick books to her chest with one hand and resting her other hand on her hat, walking along a quiet path into the distance. A gentle breeze blew her skirt, and I could almost smell the cool scent in the wind.

A jolt went through me, and I couldn't help but think of my dream, and my mother walking on the cobblestones late at night.

"This is the work of a genius painter. He didn't have many paintings, but they were all outstanding," the old gentleman gently introduced from behind me.

Although I couldn't offer a professional assessment of the painting's quality, I could deeply feel the painter's intense emotions towards the figure in the work, just like the feeling my mother had given me that night. I quietly admired the work of this artist who died young. The scene seemed to come alive; the girl in the painting became my mother, gazing at me with tender affection.

"Old Wu, do you have any water? I'm dying of thirst." Suddenly, a woman's voice pulled me back to reality. It was Jiang Shuyan.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Shuyan was also quite surprised to see me.

"Hello," I greeted politely, still not used to calling my mother's friend by her first name.

Jiang Shuyan frowned and said, "What do you mean, 'hello'? Don't you know my name?"

I was already used to her brash manner, so I smiled nonchalantly and said, "You know this old gentleman?"

Jiang Shuyan took the tea that Old Wu handed her and drank a big gulp, then gave me a cold look and said, "This gallery is run by my husband." Then she said to Old Wu, "Old Wu, you go eat first. I happen to have an interview here today. I'll take Ya Wen to eat when he comes back." "

No rush, you guys go first. I'll come back and relieve you. I need to move two plaster casts; they're in the way at the door." After saying that, Old Wu turned and went into the back room. Only then did I notice that there were several rooms behind this small gallery.

After Lao Wu left, Jiang Shuyan immediately turned serious and said to me, "I knew you weren't someone to be trifled with. In just a few days, your affair with that little singer has become such a big deal. If Zhiqi had told me earlier, I definitely wouldn't have let her hang out with people like you in the arts."

I sensed a misunderstanding in her tone and quickly said, "That's just hype, it was all arranged by the company." Jiang Shuyan coldly replied, "No need to explain. I understand this industry better than you do. I'm just giving you a heads-up. You should know that Zhiqi isn't a casual woman. If you want to play around, forget it and stay away from her."

I was a little confused. How could Jiang Shuyan change her attitude so quickly? She was so friendly to me at the dance, but she acted like a completely different person when my mother wasn't around.

Just as I was awkwardly trying to find something to talk about, a boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, seemingly weak and shy, walked in and called out "Mom" to Jiang Shuyan.

Jiang Shuyan's ability to change her expression surprised me again. The moment she saw the boy, she immediately put on a kind face, straightening his perfectly neat collar and gently stroking his cheek, leaving me standing awkwardly to the side.

I tried to make conversation, asking, "Is this your son?"

Jiang Shuyan seemed impatient with me, frowning as she said, "My son is Chen Yawen. Yawen, call him uncle."

The boy looked at me reluctantly and mumbled something.

I gave a perfunctory reply; actually, not only was he reluctant, but I wasn't used to being called uncle by this boy who wasn't much younger than me.

Jiang Shuyan's icy voice rang out again, "Do you want to look at him some more?"

I naturally understood that they were telling me to leave, so I tactfully said, "I should go back now, I won't bother you any longer."

The three of us walked out of the gallery almost together. After a few steps, I looked back at the backs of the mother and son, shook my head, and sighed at how easily people could change their minds. I had even compared this Jiang Shuyan to the innocent Ma Xiaoling. How incredibly wrong I was.

Chapter Four: Rebirth of Desire

As I stepped out of the gallery and headed towards the art museum, I suddenly noticed several people with cameras acting suspiciously, looking around furtively. I quickly turned back. They had already spotted me and, though they didn't dare to chase me openly, quickened their pace.

I didn't want to be asked about the scandal at this moment. Fortunately, Jiang Shuyan and her son had already left, and Old Wu seemed like a decent person and wouldn't chase me away. So I hurried back into the gallery.

The gallery door was wide open, but there was no one inside. I didn't know where Old Wu was either. Afraid that they would follow me in, I quickly pushed open a door and went inside.

It was a spacious studio. Plaster casts, easels, paints, and still life tables were piled up haphazardly in the room. It seemed that besides selling paintings, people were also painting here.

Stepping on the smooth wooden floor, I carefully found a still life table and gently sat down.

The studio was very quiet, giving a feeling of being isolated from the world. I sat quietly, enjoying the sunlight streaming in from the window, feeling exceptionally peaceful and almost reluctant to leave.

Time ticked by in the silence. I estimated the time; even the most patient reporters wouldn't wait any longer. Just as I was thinking about how to explain my intrusion to Old Wu, I suddenly heard hurried footsteps, as if someone was approaching.

My heart skipped a beat. If I were caught barging into someone's place, no amount of explanation would prevent misunderstandings. I quickly opened a closet and hid inside.

The closet was spacious, with only a few rolls of drawing paper piled in the corner. It was more than enough for me. The doorknob, broken from years of disrepair, had a large hole, though it had been plugged with a wad of waste paper, leaving a considerable gap through which I could clearly see everything inside.

Actually, hiding was just my instinct. Once inside the closet, I realized that if someone opened it now, things would be even more complicated.

"It's all because of these damn paparazzi that I'm treated like a jackal!" Now I was stuck, unable to go out or hide, and could only curse inwardly.

The door opened, and Jiang Shuyan and her son entered.

I was terrified and didn't dare breathe, hoping they'd leave quickly; hiding in this dark, damp place wasn't pleasant. As

soon as they entered, Jiang Shuyan and the boy, Chen Yawen, hurriedly drew all the curtains, plunging the room into darkness, especially the closet where it was pitch black.

Thankfully, the lights came back on soon after, and when I looked out again, my mouth dropped open in shock.

Jiang Shuyan was lovingly embracing her son, Chen Yawen, showering him with kisses on the forehead, calling out in a sickeningly sweet voice, "My good son, you're finally back! I missed you so much!"

The boy, Chen Yawen, then brazenly slapped Jiang Shuyan's bottom, saying, "While I was gone, were you a good girl? Did you go out and cheat on me?" His shyness had been replaced by a lewd grin.

Jiang Shuyan said in a coquettish voice, "What do you mean by stealing food? Mom is thinking about my good Yawen all day long."

Chen Yawen reached one hand inside Jiang Shuyan's collar, skillfully unhooked her front-clasp bra, and grabbed one of her full breasts, saying, "Want me to fuck you? Don't worry, after Dad leaves today, I can fuck you every day for the next week, you horny bitch." His slender fingers sank deeply into Jiang Shuyan's breast, the flesh squeezing out from between his fingers.

I gasped inwardly. So this mother and son had already done what I only dared to think about but never dared to do. This Jiang Shuyan had made me look at her with new respect twice in one day.

At this moment, Jiang Shuyan stood on one leg, the other on the still life table where I had just been sitting, and Chen Yawen's hands began to roam over her body.

Jiang Shuyan swayed comfortably, moaning seductively, "Baby, call me Mommy, call me Mommy."

"Mommy," Chen Yawen called out, then grabbed one breast from under her shirt with each hand, kneading and licking Jiang Shuyan's earlobe as he muttered, "Mommy, are you wet down there? Are you excited?"

After a few rustling sounds of clothes being undressed, Jiang Shuyan's coat was thrown to the ground, and her two round, heavy breasts eagerly sprang out as her shirt buttons were undone.

Looking at the half-naked Jiang Shuyan, I unconsciously began to compare her to my mother. Although Jiang Shuyan's skin wasn't as fair and jade-like as my mother's, and her figure was slightly plumper, her breasts were unusually large, like half a basketball, with particularly prominent nipples, firm and full buttocks, and an exceptionally slender waist.

As Chen Yawen continued to remove Jiang Shuyan's uniform skirt and stockings, a full, rounded, mature female body, seemingly ripe for the touch, was revealed before my eyes.

Chen Yawen didn't even bother with flirting; he simply spread his fingers and roughly grabbed one breast, squeezing it until the flesh writhed and changed shape like a water balloon.

His other hand wasn't idle either; he lifted one of Jiang Shuyan's long, white legs and forcefully spread it open, her full vulva squeezed like a steamed bun by her white panties, the fabric digging deep into her flesh.

Jiang Shuyan moaned in a trembling voice, "Baby, don't be so rough, be gentle with Mommy."

"You slut, you didn't say you wanted me to be gentle with you when you got into my bed," Chen Yawen's actions only became more violent instead of gentler.

Jiang Shuyan gasped, "Call me Mommy, good baby, call me Mommy!" She seemed to enjoy her son's rough actions; it seemed her words earlier were not what she truly meant.

Chen Yawen kissed her large breasts twice and said, "Mommy's breasts are amazing, are you horny, you slut?"

"Ah... call me Mommy... don't call me slut," Jiang Shuyan's full and alluring body writhed in her son's arms.

Chen Yawen pinched one of Jiang Shuyan's nipples hard and laughed, "Haha, your nipples are hard."

Only then did I notice that Jiang Shuyan's erect nipples were noticeably twice as large as before, standing erect and hard. Although I was familiar with women's bodies, I had never seen a body like hers before. According to the rumors I had heard, women with such physical characteristics should be the epitome of a strong sex drive. It seemed that this was indeed true; this Jiang Shuyan was truly a born slut.

Under my watchful gaze, Chen Yawen roughly pulled down Jiang Shuyan's panties, leaving them hanging on one ankle. Through her open thighs, I could clearly see her thick, dark pubic hair shimmering under the light, her slightly dark labia minora wide open, and her already wet vulva glistening with moisture.

Seeing such a shocking and stunning incestuous scene, my crotch was already throbbing with desire, but I dared not make a sound, not even to soothe myself with my hand. The pain was excruciating.

Chen Yawen played with Jiang Shuyan's ample breasts for a while, then slid one hand down to her crotch, pinching a labia minora and lewdly saying, "How does it feel here? It seems to have something to say to me. Tell me what it's saying."

"Ah...it says it wants to be licked by my precious son," Jiang Shuyan's cheeks were already flushed under her son's caresses, and she uttered lewd words without any shame.

Chen Yawen slapped her plump buttocks hard and ordered in a commanding tone, "Lie down."

Jiang Shuyan obediently got down on all fours and lay on the floor, constantly twisting her plump buttocks, causing her labia to intertwine, looking somewhat like a person licking their tongue.

Chen Yawen squatted down in front of her and said, "Don't you look like a bitch in heat right now?"

Jiang Shuyan cried out in a coquettish voice, "Yawen, don't call me a bitch, call me Mom."

Chen Yawen said, "Okay, my bitch Mom, no, you're a cow now, I'm going to start milking you."

As he spoke, he grabbed Jiang Shuyan's large nipples and began to milk them like a shepherd milking a cow.

Jiang Shuyan couldn't take the stimulation to her breasts, and her empty genitals seemed to be eager to find some comfort, so she kept twisting her buttocks.

Chen Yawen lewdly said, "What's wrong? You can't take it anymore?"

Jiang Shuyan moaned in an extremely seductive voice, "Mommy hasn't tasted meat for a month, good Yawen, don't tease Mommy anymore."

"I haven't tasted the flavor of you, you slut, for a long time either, today I'm going to eat my fill." As he spoke, Chen Yawen squatted down and kissed Jiang Shuyan's buttocks.

Jiang Shuyan turned her head lewdly and smiled, "Then enjoy Mommy's body."

Chen Yawen kissed Jiang Shuyan's buttocks down to her back and then kissed her all the way back.

His actions didn't resemble the passionate kisses between lovers during sex; instead, they carried a fierce undertone.

Jiang Shuyan lewdly laughed, "Good son, what's the most beautiful part of Mommy's body?"

Chen Yawen slapped Jiang Shuyan's buttocks and pressed his face against hers, mumbling, "Mommy's buttocks are so round, her breasts are so big."

"Then love Mommy properly... ah," Jiang Shuyan suddenly began to moan, as Chen Yawen had begun his assault on her vagina.

Chen Yawen roughly rubbed Jiang Shuyan's genitals with his palm, saying, "Why are you so wet? Tell me quickly."

"Ah... because Mommy is very lewd, I want Yawen to fuck me." Jiang Shuyan let out a soft, song-like moan, both alluring and seductive.

"No rush, I want to taste it first?" Chen Yawen lay back on the floor, his head buried between Jiang Shuyan's legs, now Jiang Shuyan was riding on her son's head.

"Ah...keep licking...is it delicious?" Jiang Shuyan asked lewdly, stroking her breasts and pinching her nipples hard.

From below came Chen Yawen's wet voice, "Mommy's pussy is so delicious, so juicy!"

Jiang Shuyan moaned, "My good son, it's delicious, isn't it...Mommy's pussy is happy too...it likes being licked by my good son."

Chen Yawen helped Jiang Shuyan squat on his neck, his hands touching her breasts. Jiang Shuyan spread her legs, her face revealing a seductive and lewd expression. "My good baby is eating so well, Mommy's clitoris has gotten bigger."

Jiang Shuyan moaned lewdly for a while, her eyes like silk, her voice like a song, then said, "I also want to taste my precious son's flavor."

Saying this, she sat down, her genitals sliding down Chen Yawen's chest. She pulled open her son's clothes and kissed Chen Yawen's chest, breasts, and lower abdomen with great hunger. Then she climbed up and found Chen Yawen's mouth, the two passionately kissing, making sizzling sounds.

After a passionate kiss, Chen Yawen slapped Jiang Shuyan's buttocks and said, "You little slut, you almost suffocated me."

Jiang Shuyan giggled and said lasciviously, "I want to lick your cute little face."

I really didn't expect this Aunt Jiang to be so lewd, and thought to myself, "I wonder if Mom would..."

The thought had barely formed in my mind when I quickly shook my head to banish it. How could I compare my mother to this slut? Damn it, I raised my hand and punched myself. Because of squatting for so long, my legs were a little numb, and this movement made one leg a little unsteady, accidentally bumping into the closet with a slight sound.

Chen Yawen heard it very clearly and pushed Jiang Shuyan away, exclaiming, "What was that sound?"

Jiang Shuyan squinted and wrapped her two bare arms around Chen Yawen, saying, "Just care about Mom, don't worry about anything else."

She continued to kiss her son greedily.

I was so scared I didn't dare move. If I were discovered now, I'd be considered a pervert. But thinking about it carefully, it really was strange. Outside, there was a mother and son clearly having incestuous tendencies, while inside the closet was a lecherous son filled with lust for his mother. It seemed fate was truly wondrous.

After clinging to Chen Yawen, Jiang Shuyan's plump legs remained open. Seeing no further unusual movements, Chen Yawen relaxed, flipped over, and sat up. He inserted two fingers of one hand into Jiang Shuyan's hairy vagina, grabbed one of her breasts from behind with the other, and lifted her up with a powerful thrust of his waist.

Jiang Shuyan let out a soft cry as her buttocks landed on the still life table.

I couldn't help but secretly admire him; this guy looked weak, but he actually had some strength.

Jiang Shuyan's legs remained open the entire time, as if that wasn't enough for her. She continued to forcefully pry her legs back with her hands, while Chen Yawen's hands began thrusting in and out of her vagina. The wetness of her vulva colliding with his fingers under his rapid thrusts filled the studio with obscene sounds.

Chen Yawen gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Did you hear that? That's the sound of your vagina. It sounds so good, so much water flowing out."

Jiang Shuyan stretched out her limbs in pleasure, loudly and unrestrainedly moaning.

I thought to myself, "It seems the soundproofing in this studio is quite good, otherwise they wouldn't dare to be so brazen. No wonder I felt isolated when I came in." Looking at Jiang Shuyan outside, moaning wildly in pleasure, I thought again, "That Chen Yawen is really something. Could he even know the legendary squirting technique?" I immediately began to patiently wait for the squirting to occur, full of anticipation.

Chen Yawen stroked Jiang Shuyan's hair like a pet and laughed, "Eat as much as you want, no one will take it from you. I came here specifically to feed you."

Jiang Shuyan frantically sucked on Chen Yawen's penis, making a slurping sound.

I really admired this perverted kid's ingenious ideas; he actually came up with so many tricks. And seeing that Jiang Shuyan seemed to enjoy these perverted games, the seal training soon turned into flying an airplane.

Jiang Shuyan lay on the ground with her legs spread as wide as possible, pressing her genitals as close to Chen Yawen as possible. Chen Yawen knelt on her face, his penis and testicles in her mouth, his hands each holding one of Jiang Shuyan's ankles. While enjoying Jiang Shuyan's oral sex, his hands twisted Jiang Shuyan's calves like flying an airplane, and he would occasionally bring his mouth to lick Jiang Shuyan's vulva.

My legs were already numb and I couldn't feel them anymore. After the initial excitement, I was now hoping that this live sex show outside would end soon. If they stayed here all night, I'd be in trouble.

While I waited anxiously, Chen Yawen finally got tired of playing and slapped Jiang Shuyan's buttocks, saying, "Bitch, lie down and let me fuck you."

Jiang Shuyan happily lay down on the ground, her buttocks raised high, her hands spreading her plump buttocks apart. I could almost see her dark, open vaginal opening.

"Good son, hurry up and put it in..."

At Jiang Shuyan's pleading, Chen Yawen swung his penis, and with almost no effort, he thrust his hips, and his entire penis plunged into Jiang Shuyan's overflowing vagina, and he began to thrust wildly.

"Ah...so thick...so comfortable...baby's cock is inside me...son, you're inside mommy...baby's in...deeper...is it comfortable in mommy's pussy?"

Chen Yawen replied gruffly, "It's so comfortable...it's always so comfortable to fuck your slutty pussy."

Jiang Shuyan's eyes were seductive, her tongue lightly licking her upper lip as she cried out wantonly, "Yawen's cock is so comfortable...

keep fucking mommy...fuck harder...the head is so big...cock deeper...tell me you don't want to leave."

Chen Yawen responded, "I won't leave anymore."

The slapping sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the empty room, the splashing sound of penises entering bodies with fluids, and the lewd moans filled the already stuffy studio with a fishy smell.

This mother and son, making love wildly in a doggy style, deeply moved me. If it were me, I would never do such a thing to my mother, but why could they enjoy it? They were mother and son, yet something seemed to be missing between them, something I couldn't understand.

The passion finally ended. Chen Yawen lay on top of Jiang Shuyan, his body trembling, his shrunken penis sliding out of her vagina.

Jiang Shuyan's buttocks remained high, thick, milky-white semen slowly flowing from her vagina. She moaned, still wanting more, "What a wonderful cock, it felt so good, Mommy. I haven't tasted such fresh semen in so long… Good son… Hold Mommy tight…"

Chen Yawen pressed against her back, tightly embracing her voluptuous body, his face still bearing that fierce look as he gritted his teeth and said, "Bitch Mommy, did you enjoy it?"

"Call me Mommy, not Bitch," Jiang Shuyan protested.

Chen Yawen pinched a piece of her flesh hard and said, "I'm going to invite my classmates over for a party in a couple of days. Mom will treat them well then, how about that?"

Jiang Shuyan turned over and hugged Chen Yawen's body, caressing him incessantly, murmuring dreamily, "Mom is all yours, you can do whatever you want with me."

The mother and son lingered for a long time before finally leaving. I carefully climbed out of the wardrobe, my legs already numb and unable to stand. The floor outside had been wiped clean, leaving no trace of the mother-son battle. I rested for a while, afraid they hadn't left yet, and didn't dare to rush out. I peeked through a crack in the door, listening to the sounds outside, until I heard Old Wu cough. Then I peeked out, seized the opportunity, and slipped out stealthily while Old Wu was looking for something in another studio.

The autograph session in front of the art museum had ended, and Lindb was surrounded by a group of reporters. It seemed they couldn't find me and were focusing all their energy on her.

I spotted Jiang Shuyan again among the reporters. From afar, she stood before the camera, dressed formally, earnestly reporting. I couldn't reconcile her with the lewd woman from before. Who could imagine that beneath that professional attire lay a mature body brimming with such perverse desires?

After this afternoon in the closet, I finally understood the question that had been troubling me. My mother and I could actually maintain our mother-son relationship while satisfying our own physical needs. Even my mother must have a side filled with desire. If some could break the taboo of incest, why couldn't we? With my psychological barrier removed, I felt an immense sense of relief, and my cooled desire reignited.

I knew I had to take the initiative. In that instant, I felt a war was about to begin. If I won, I could finally possess my mother completely; but if I lost, I might lose her forever. Should I cross that forbidden line? The thought of the terrible consequences made me hesitant.
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