Choices Between Mother and Child

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Chapter 1
A letter from her son!
He finally wrote! This was his first letter in four years of university, and possibly his last, as he was graduating soon. In those four years, he had only come home once during the first semester's winter break. They communicated only by phone, and it had been three and a half years since they last saw each other. She missed him terribly.
Liu Ruhui rushed home and eagerly opened her son Shen Wencong's letter. Several photos caught her eye. "Cheng Zhijie! Brother Jie…" Liu Ruhui exclaimed involuntarily.
The person in the photos was her first love, Cheng Zhijie, the man who had haunted her dreams for twenty years!
She thought she had forgotten him these past few years, but seeing his photo brought such a powerful shock!
She immediately understood that while she was trying to forget him, she had also deeply buried him in her heart. Cheng Zhijie had become part of her blood, ingrained in her bones… What a memory it was! Those bittersweet romantic scenes flashed through her mind.
At that time, Liu Ruhui's family had a bad class background. She had an uncle in Taiwan, so her parents were always involved in public denunciations, and neighbors and friends intentionally distanced themselves from them.
Cheng Zhijie lived in the same courtyard house as her family. His father was a rickshaw puller, and his mother died when he was very young; he was a typical "red and righteous" son.
His father was very kind; he didn't discriminate against her family in the slightest and often helped them through difficulties.
For a long time, Liu Ruhui only knew "Uncle Cheng" and "Brother Jie" as her family and friends. She loved playing with Brother Jie since she was little. He was smart, kind, and incredibly brave. She felt especially happy with him because he always cared for and protected her.
Before they knew it, they had grown up, and the two childhood sweethearts naturally developed feelings for each other, vowing never to abandon one another.
At this time, Liu Ruhui joined the Beijing Peking Opera Troupe, while Cheng Zhijie became a truck driver. Later, both of their fathers died.
A-Jie became the pillar of Liu Ruhui's family.
1976 was a nightmare for Liu Ruhui.
One night, her mother, Liu Yulan, was arrested by a group of Red Guards, who accused her of being a spy and sentenced her to death… Liu Ruhui and Cheng Zhijie could only run around seeking justice. A-Jie, enraged, argued with the Red Guards and was beaten until his head bled.
Heartbroken and despondent, Liu Ruhui suddenly slammed her head against the wall and fainted. She remained unconscious for two days and two nights.
A-Jie told her that the Red Guards were acting under orders, and that person had done it because they coveted Liu Ruhui's beauty.
"It's Shen Fei!" Liu Ruhui immediately understood. This Shen Fei was someone important; his father was Zhang Chunqiao's confidential secretary, and he himself was a leader of the rebels.
Once, he discovered the beautiful Liu Ruhui at the theater troupe and launched a fierce romantic offensive. However, Liu Ruhui remained unmoved by his advances, never expecting him to resort to such a cruel tactic.
To rescue her mother, Liu Ruhui, after much deliberation, went to see Shen Fei herself and reluctantly agreed to marry him.
That night, she willingly gave herself to her "Brother Jie"... Soon after, she married Shen Fei, while Cheng Zhijie quietly left Beijing and disappeared without a trace... "Brother Jie... Brother Jie..." At this moment, Liu Ruhui held her "Brother Jie's" photograph, tears streaming down her face.
"Ah Jie... did Ah Jie write?" Liu Yulan, the mother who had just come in from grocery shopping, saw her daughter's condition and assumed it was a letter from Shen Zhijie. She rushed over to look and immediately understood. She gently stroked her daughter's hair and murmured,
"Huihui, my poor child, this isn't Ah Jie, it's Ah Jie and your son Acong! They look so alike, look closely..." Liu Ruhui stopped crying and looked at the photo carefully. "It really is Acong... So Acong isn't Shen Fei's son, he's Ah Jie's! Is that right, Mom?" "I think so, but you should know better yourself." Liu Yulan was clearly also very happy. She hated Shen Fei to the core. This scoundrel had ruined her daughter so much; it was so unfair that she had given birth to a handsome and intelligent son for him.
"Now it's all good. Your Uncle Cheng and Ah Jie have an heir. You should be happy. By the way, divorce that scoundrel! Now you should know very well that the child isn't Shen Fei's. You shouldn't have any worries now, right?" Liu Ruhui leaned on her mother's shoulder and smiled softly.
"You finally smiled! I haven't seen you smile so happily in all these decades... Huihui, you should unshackle your heart, because you've done right by Ajie! You're only in your early forties, and you look like a young woman not yet twenty..." That time, in her desperate attempt to rescue her mother, Liu Ruhui banged her head against the wall and was unconscious for two days and two nights. Unexpectedly, this incident somehow preserved her youth, a blessing in disguise.
"Mom, don't say anymore. I promise you I will live a good life from now on, and be happy. Besides, I will give Acong even more motherly love. Before, I didn't give him enough maternal love, so much so that he didn't come home for years. I know our home truly lacked warmth for him." Thinking of Acong's appearance, her face unconsciously flushed.
At the end of that year, Liu Ruhui gave birth to Acong. Soon after, due to the downfall of the "Gang of Four," her husband, Shen Fei, was also arrested and sentenced to eight years in prison.
Liu Ruhui left the Peking Opera troupe and went to work in the library. Because of her deep guilt towards Shen Zhijie, she tightly concealed herself, refusing to divorce him and deliberately dressing unusually old to avoid well-meaning friends who tried to set her up with potential partners.
Years later, Shen Fei was released from prison. He didn't look for work, spending his days drinking and frequently abusing her and her daughter; Liu Ruhui endured it.
A few years later, Shen Fei was imprisoned again for causing a disturbance while drunk and accidentally killing a bystander.
A few days later, Liu Ruhui decisively divorced Shen Fei, feeling a great sense of relief.
Chapter Two
The date of A Cong's return home drew closer, but Liu Ruhui grew increasingly anxious.
For decades, Liu Ruhui had been indifferent, her heart as still as water, her spirit dead. She cared nothing for anyone or anything, including herself.
She felt like a walking corpse, merely existing in this world.
A Cong's photograph was like a hammer blow, waking her up. She finally understood that her actions not only wronged herself but also harmed her family and friends.
Thinking of Acong filled her with an indescribable sense of guilt, making her heart ache. She resolved to make it up to Acong in the future.
These past few days, she and her mother had been frantically shopping to decorate their house, hoping Acong would feel warm and sweet when she returned.
She also bought herself many clothes, wanting to dress herself up and change her previous cold image.
Back home, she tried on each new garment, pestering her mother for her opinion… Seeing her daughter's transformation these past few days, Liu Yulan was overjoyed. After all, her daughter's inner turmoil had finally been resolved, and she breathed a long sigh of relief. Since the day her daughter Acong left after getting married, she had never seen her daughter smile happily. She had tried everything, but nothing worked; it broke her heart. Adults' emotions naturally affect children. To ensure Acong's healthy growth and prevent her from going astray, she, a teacher-turned-grandmother, had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of educating her child.
Sometimes, she felt physically and mentally exhausted. Fortunately, Acong was not only smart but also sensible, often offering her comfort and joy. It had been over three years since they last met, and she really missed him.
However, she noticed that her daughter seemed to miss him even more; it was as if she couldn't wait for Acong to fly to her side.
The changes in her daughter these past few days have been so dramatic that Liu Yulan is completely bewildered. First, her appearance has undergone a complete transformation; she dresses herself up so young and beautifully! She looks as young as Ah Cong's younger sister, and as beautiful as a movie star; walking with her on the street, she gets almost 100% attention.
Even more unexpected is the change in her personality; she's become quiet, kind, and tolerant. Has the Huihui of her youth returned?
"Ah Cong will be in Beijing tomorrow. Do you think it's appropriate for me to go pick him up like this?" Her daughter quietly walks up to her mother, showing her her new dress.
She carefully observes her daughter. Today, her white silk suit perfectly accentuates her slender figure. Her long, smooth black hair is tied back in a ponytail with a handkerchief, and her fair, smooth face appears remarkably calm. But is her inner peace truly as serene as her daughter's?
Liu Yulan smiled and said, "Not bad, very appropriate. You must have put a lot of effort into this outfit?" "No! Mom, you're talking nonsense." Two red clouds immediately flew onto her daughter's face.
Her mother had gone shopping, and she was bored at home alone, so she looked at herself and her proud outfit in the mirror.
She had indeed put effort into this outfit; she wanted her son to understand her change, so she didn't want to dress too conservatively. Although she liked fashionable and sexy clothes, she was too embarrassed to wear them.
"These high heels..." She suddenly realized that her feet were very uncomfortable, and she wanted to take off her high heels.
At this moment, she heard someone opening the door.
"Why is Mom back already?" she muttered, stopping to change her shoes, and opened the door to find a man standing in the living room. The two seemed to freeze at the same time.
This person was Shen Wencong.
Because school let out a day early, he had returned home a day early. He felt there was no need to tell his family that he didn't like his father and mother in this family. Needless to say, his father was an iceberg in his eyes, and he had tried to melt this iceberg, but he had failed.
Countless times he had dreamt of his mother smiling at him, caring for him, and loving him, only to wake up with a chill in his heart.
In this family, only his grandmother cared for and loved him. During his first winter break from university, he told his grandmother, "I don't like Mom. Am I not her biological son? Why does she treat me like this? I hate her!" His grandmother then told him his mother's story.
At that time, he still couldn't understand his mother. As he grew older, especially after two relationships, he gradually understood the meaning of love, and he understood his mother.
Sometimes, he even envied Uncle Cheng, feeling that Uncle Cheng's life was worthwhile because a woman loved him so deeply.
"What is love in this world? It makes people willing to die for it!"
He was moved by his mother's devotion. He admired women like his mother, because such devoted women were truly rare in this world!
Shen Wencong returned home, put down his luggage, and looked up to see a woman staring at him intently. He was immediately stunned by her stunning beauty.
What a face she possessed!
Her skin, fair with a hint of rosy pink, was
so plump and full that it was obvious without even touching it. Not a single wrinkle could be found on her face, and her delicate, flawless features made her look radiant and captivating, like a "carved jade sculpture."... Shen Wencong was mesmerized, a feeling of admiration welling up from the bottom of his heart. Such beauty would inspire awe and reverence in anyone, and he was no exception.
"Who is she? I feel like I know her, like in a dream... Mother?" "Acong?... " The beautiful woman parted her lips slightly, murmuring softly.
"Mother! You really are Mother!" Shen Wencong was incredibly excited and astonished.
He took a large step forward. Liu Ruhui was even more excited. She saw that although the man before her resembled Cheng Zhijie, his demeanor and temperament were very different from her brother, and this difference perfectly compensated for Cheng Zhijie's shortcomings.
He appeared more confident and dashing; she felt he was a combination of strength and wisdom, or rather, her ideal brother should be just like him.
But it was her son, Acong, and she felt a slight disappointment.
When she saw the look in her son's eyes, her heart skipped a beat.
"His eyes are so infatuated, so greedy, so unrestrained! Is he looking at his mother?" She should have been angry, but instead, she felt a distinct joy and pleasure. Under her son's burning gaze, her body reacted in a strange way; her breathing quickened, her heart raced, and a strange "hope" rose in her mind… When she saw her son running towards her, she rushed to meet him without thinking. Unexpectedly
, her high heels seemed to have a mind of their own, causing her to stumble and nearly fall.
Fortunately, Acong arrived in time and caught her in his arms.
Liu Ruhui breathed softly in her son's embrace, held tightly by Acong, feeling his warm hands gently stroking her hair and back.
Gradually, her panicked heart finally calmed down.
She looked up and her eyes met Ah Cong's. They said nothing, just gazed at each other intently.
Time seemed to stand still… the air seemed to freeze… time seemed to stand still… the air seemed to freeze… After a long while, Shen Wencong smiled slightly, and Liu Ruhui returned the smile shyly. Then they both smiled knowingly.
Looking at his mother, smiling like a flower, radiating beauty, Shen Wencong couldn't help but gently stroke her beautiful face with his trembling fingers, murmuring, "What a beautiful woman, what a heartbreaking woman…" Liu Ruhui's face grew increasingly red.
She felt extremely pleased by her son's adoring praise. She didn't want to leave his embrace; she wanted to fully experience his deep love.
Since Ah Jie left her, she had never felt this passion and love again. Every day, she reminisced about the sweet times she shared with Brother Jie. However… now, although she knew that Brother Cong wasn't Brother Jie, she was willing to temporarily treat him as such, so she could fully enjoy that long-lost tenderness and love in his arms.
She said nothing; she felt that making any sound now would spoil the mood.
But, just then, she heard her mother open the door. She broke free from Brother Cong's arms and quickly ran to the bedroom…
Chapter Three
That night, both mother and daughter listened attentively to Brother Cong's story of his experiences over the past three years. They sighed and marveled.
Shen Wencong's eloquence was first-rate, and coupled with the dramatic nature of the story, Liu Ruhui listened with great interest.
His humor sometimes made her laugh heartily, and sometimes made her nervous. It turned out that over the past three years, Brother Cong had had a miraculous encounter.
One day three years ago, Brother Cong unintentionally saved an old man. This old man was Zhu Zhaobin, a famous stock market guru in old Shanghai. To express his gratitude to A-Cong for saving his life, he insisted on taking A-Cong as his godson and imparting all his stock trading skills to him. Having no relatives, he was especially devoted to A-Cong.
He gave A-Cong all his savings of 300,000 yuan and encouraged and helped him grow that 300,000 yuan into 3.88 million yuan in three years.
Before the Spring Festival this year, the old man suddenly fell ill. A-Cong sought medical treatment everywhere and took meticulous care of him, but they still couldn't save his life.
"My godfather not only taught me how to trade stocks, but he also taught me many other things, such as how to be a good person..." At this point, Acong's voice choked with emotion, and Liu Ruhui noticed glistening tears in his eyes.
"Have you had a girlfriend in these past three years? Tell me the truth!" To ease Acong's emotions, Liu Ruhui changed the subject and asked about his personal life.
"Yes! I've had two." Seeing his mother listening intently, like a girl listening to an adult's story, Acong's enthusiasm grew, and he talked more and more animatedly. His eloquence, his humor, and his "twisted" story finally brought admiration and respect to his mother's face and eyes.
At 9:30, Liu Yulan went to bed on time, a habit she had cultivated over many years.
After her grandmother fell asleep, Acong continued his boastful tales. He told his mother that many girls at school liked him and pursued him.
He had chosen two girls, describing how much they loved him and how devoted they were... but he eventually broke up with them.
"They're so beautiful, so lovely, why did you leave them? They must be heartbroken." Liu Ruhui, of course, believed in her son's charm. She seemed to understand those two girls perfectly, because it had taken her over twenty years to recover from the pain of losing her beloved.
Shen Wencong hadn't expected his mother, in her forties, to be so simple-minded and kind-hearted.
She must think every girl would be as infatuated and feel the same way.
Faced with his mother's doubts, he could only patiently explain, "After spending some time with them, I realized they weren't the kind of girls I liked. I didn't love them. I believe true love should be a feeling, a feeling of being deeply moved and irresistibly attracted to the other person... so I left them." "Since you've never had that feeling, why are you so sure about true love?" Liu Ruhui had unknowingly started discussing love with her son.
"I have!" Shen Wencong suddenly stood up and sat on the double sofa she was sitting on, and they were together again.
He stared at his mother, naturally took her hand, and then said softly, word by word, "The moment I saw you today, I had that feeling, and it grew stronger and stronger..." "Stop!" Liu Ruhui felt that Acong's confession was too impulsive, too reckless, too rude. At that moment, she felt he was trampling on her dignity as a mother. She
stood up angrily and walked into her bedroom without looking back.
Lying in bed, Liu Ruhui tossed and turned, thinking about everything that had happened between her and her son that day.
She didn't understand why she had gotten so angry. Actually, she knew that Acong's words and actions had offended her, and the responsibility wasn't solely on Acong; she also bore some responsibility. From the moment she saw Acong, she had that feeling he described, and after hearing his story, that feeling became clearer and stronger.
She secretly compared Ah Cong and Ah Jie. She discovered that Ah Cong possessed almost all of Ah Jie's virtues, but Ah Cong's temperament and unique masculine charm were qualities Ah Jie lacked, which was related to their different eras and cultural backgrounds.
She felt Ah Cong's attraction to her growing stronger, and she had to admit that she really liked men like him, or rather, she had involuntarily fallen in love with him. She even strangely fantasized about living happily ever after with Ah Cong, sharing a life of love... She realized that the reason she had been so angry was because she was afraid—afraid that this distorted love would develop unchecked, to the point where she couldn't control it. Her
remaining rationality told her that she had to do this!
She rationally rejected Ah Cong, knowing that he must be very sad and heartbroken.
Just thinking about Ah Cong's sadness and heartbreak felt like a sharp blade stabbing her heart; the pain was unbearable. She recalled how, over the years, she, as a mother, had been so self-isolating, completely indifferent to her son's life and studies. She had never looked at his report card, never visited his school, and had never bought him anything—not even a piece of candy, a piece of clothing, or an eraser… “Ah Cong, forgive Mom. Because back then, Mom always thought you were that hooligan Shen Fei's son. Mom wanted to tear him apart and eat his flesh, so she hated you too…” Liu Ruhui sobbed under the covers. She had never felt so deeply remorseful or regretful.
Originally, she planned to love him well, cherish him, and make it up to him when Ah Cong came back.
But on his very first day back, she treated him like this. How could he feel? He must be feeling even worse than she was now. Was he crying?
She felt deep regret for her “rationality” today.
“Why do I always make mistakes with you?… Poor Ah Cong…”
Chapter Four
: In the days that followed, Ah Cong became obedient and well-behaved in front of her again. The distance between mother and son seemed to have grown vast again.
His attitude towards her was the same as before; he was respectful, polite, and courteous, yet distant.
Liu Ruhui disliked this.
She began to try various ways to get closer to him. She personally cooked his favorite dishes, bought him clothes in his favorite color, and meticulously tidied and decorated his room.
Acong simply thanked her politely and declined her offer to continue.
Liu Ruhui started to deliberately chat with him, but he was always absent-minded and gave irrelevant answers, which bored her.
She noticed that at home he was chatting and laughing with his grandmother. He would voluntarily help his grandmother with housework, sometimes even giving her a back massage or shoulder rub.
The two of them would also go shopping together from time to time. He bought his grandmother many clothes and jewelry, saying it was to thank her for raising and caring for him over the years, which made his grandmother beam with joy.
Liu Ruhui felt like an outsider in her own home, and her heart ached.
Feeling helpless, after much deliberation, she decided to set aside her maternal pride and unleash her "secret weapon": youth and beauty!
Liu Ruhui began meticulously grooming herself. In front of him, she often wore fashionable and sexy dresses and even went to a beauty salon for makeup and a new, beautiful hairstyle… When she first presented her carefully crafted and radiant self to him, she still moved him.
He admired her intently and, carefully choosing his words, sincerely praised her youth and beauty. That time, they talked for a full ten minutes.
At that moment, Liu Ruhui felt incredibly flattered. Although it was only ten minutes, she clearly felt that Acong's love for her was still alive!
She was overjoyed; she felt the distance between them was no longer so vast. She believed that as long as she resolved his reservations, they could reconcile.
In the days that followed, Liu Ruhui became obsessed with "dressing up," as if she were possessed.
She wore the most fashionable clothes, styled her hair beautifully, and applied vibrant colors to her face. "A woman dresses to please her lover," and her "lover" was none other than her own son! But she did all this simply to make her son smile, to win his praise, and to bridge the gap between them.
Once, while wearing a sleeveless dress, she noticed that the zipper on the top was pulled back, making it inconvenient to wear. She thought of Acong, seeing this as an opportunity to get closer to him.
She could feel that Acong's hands were trembling as he zipped up the jacket; he did so slowly and cautiously. Undoubtedly, her bare back was a considerable temptation for him.
The distance between mother and son was rapidly closing; Acong no longer seemed awkward and uneasy in her presence, he was much more cheerful. He began to comment on her.
"I think your makeup is too heavy; it masks your unique purity and gentleness." "You should wear solid-colored dresses, not too flashy ones, because flashy clothes can easily cause visual confusion and affect your overall beauty!" "You belong to the pure and gentle type of girl... so your hairstyle shouldn't be too complicated. A ponytail, or two flared braids, or simply two braids, or nothing at all, just let it hang naturally... that way, your beauty will be fully displayed." "You're so beautiful! You're beautiful no matter what you wear, you're simply the embodiment of beauty! It's not that you're beautiful because of the clothes, but that the clothes are beautiful because of you." Like a well-behaved student, she listened attentively to Ah Cong's teachings. She gladly accepted his opinions and quickly "corrected" herself. She was very pleased with his praise, feeling as sweet as if she had drunk honey.
But she knew very well that her heart was falling, her behavior had violated her original intentions, and she had desecrated the sacred word "mother." She knew that the closer she got to Acong, the further she drifted from the word "mother."
Her love for Acong grew stronger every day; she could no longer control herself from loving him or thinking about him. But Acong, ironically, remained blind to her love, indifferent to it all.
At this point, Liu Ruhui had completely abandoned her dignity as a mother. She used her beauty to please her son every day, while Acong always maintained a "gentlemanly" demeanor, leaving her bewitched and restless.
She even hoped Acong would quickly "turn bad" and take advantage of her… So, she hinted at it to him.
However, this time Acong was cautious; he gave her an almost transparent nightgown.
Chapter Five
At 9:30, Mom went to sleep on time.
Liu Ruhui took a shower and put on the nightgown Acong had given her. The nightgown was very light, thin, and soft; you could barely feel its presence when wearing it.
She stood before the large mirror, gazing at the woman in it—her breasts heaving, her waist slender, her hips rounded, her long, shapely legs subtly revealed, exuding irresistible charm. Looking at her own alluring reflection, she felt a strange, inexplicable urge.
Then, she sat down at her vanity and began to carefully apply her makeup. The first time, she applied too much eyeshadow. She studied herself in the mirror for a while, realizing that her eyes were the gateway to burning desire, and the heavy eyeshadow only accentuated that overflowing lust. Reluctantly, she wiped away the eyeshadow and reapplied it.
This time, she applied it lighter, and when she looked at herself in the mirror again, those burning desires became warm and subtle, tender and lingering.
After finishing her makeup, Liu Ruhui felt a strong urge to see Acong. Suppressing this urge, she found a pale yellow photo album, flipped through pictures of herself as a girl, and compared them to her reflection. She was gratified to discover that while she had been beautiful and striking as a girl, she lacked fullness, her figure was thin, and her skin lacked sensuality.
Now, her facial expressions were rich, her alluring skin radiating satisfaction and intoxication, subtly revealing a yearning; her voluptuous figure spoke of boundless passion and charm… Liu Ruhui was very satisfied with her current appearance. She excitedly thought that when she appeared before Acong, she would surely surprise him, would surely make him ecstatic.
Liu Ruhui knew that tonight she would either enter heaven or descend into hell.
For the past month, she had wavered between family and love, and tonight she had to make a decision; she resolutely chose love.
She wouldn't go to Acong herself, because she had decided to completely abandon her motherly dignity, and she absolutely couldn't give up the last vestige of her womanly dignity.
So, she went to the balcony to admire the beautiful starry sky.
Seeing the sky full of stars, she suddenly remembered a line from an Indian poet: "If you miss the sun, and you weep, then you will also miss the stars…" Liu Ruhui had missed Cheng Zhijie before, and she was unwilling to miss Shen Wencong again, even if it meant bearing the heavy burden of incest.
She had once feared incest, afraid of being scorned by the world and called a "beast." Later, she understood: what was wrong with falling in love at first sight with her son, with mutual affection? Who had they hurt? Who had they hindered?… Understanding this made her feel much lighter. She
didn't know how much time had passed when someone gently embraced her from behind.
She knew it had finally come.
Liu Ruhui leaned back, her back pressed against his. She felt his upper body was naked. She rested her head naturally on his shoulder and slowly closed her eyes.
He kissed her hair and cheeks. His hands roamed over her body through the thin veil, caressing… Liu Ruhui felt something boiling within her. In her forty-odd years, she had never felt a man's tenderness like this.
Her time with Cheng Zhijie had only felt his boldness and tragic grandeur. Shen Fei brought her only boundless pain… A Cong became frenzied, kissing her forehead, eyebrows, eyes, and nose. Then, he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth. He shifted her body slightly, placing his hands on her neck, his trembling fingers running through her hair. He gently pulled her head to one side to kiss her throat.
However, their lips quickly met again, he sucking on her lips and tongue, his tongue swirling within her mouth. Gradually, Liu Ruhui's tongue began to move as well, the two tongues intertwining intimately in her mouth.
This immense pleasure was something Liu Ruhui had never anticipated. A single kiss made her heart flutter; she felt as if she were in a dreamlike fairyland, light and joyful.
This was Liu Ruhui's first kiss, her very first kiss!
The simple and honest Cheng Zhijie would never kiss like this; he would only kiss her hands and cheeks. She had always refused to kiss Shen Fei.
Her arms wrapped around Acong's neck, savoring the sweetness.
Acong gently pushed her face away, stroking it.
At this moment, Liu Ruhui's lips were slightly parted, her beautiful, sexy body pressed tightly against his, her eyes hazy and alluring.
He couldn't resist lifting the hem of her nightgown, then removing her bra and panties.
His hands began to caress her large breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples lightly with his fingers. That wonderful pleasure instantly surged through her body like an electric current; her burning body began to writhe, and she couldn't help but let out joyful moans.
His hands continued to explore downwards; she felt his palms tremble as he stroked the smooth, silky, elastic pubic hair below her abdomen. She felt an unbearable tingling sensation, and she writhed even more violently. His mouth didn't stop either; he was gently biting her nipple.
His fingers slid between her legs, gently teasing her labia. The delicate flesh was incredibly sensitive, and her breathing quickened noticeably. She gasped, her lips parted, and she let out a seductive moan. She held his head tightly, slowly parting her legs to allow his fingers to enter her cleft.
She felt as if she were floating, drifting blissfully towards the peak of pleasure.
Suddenly, she convulsed, and a gush of hot love fluid flowed from her cleft… Shen Wencong carried his mother into her bedroom and helped her remove her soiled clothes. Lost in passion, Liu Ruhui no longer knew how to refuse; she let her son do as he pleased.
Although his mother's "semen" had made his hand sticky, he had been extremely excited.
After carrying her into the bedroom and washing his hands, he cleaned up the "battlefield" on the balcony. Because his grandmother got up early, he was afraid she would become suspicious if she saw this.
So, when he looked at his mother's beautiful, alluring, and incredibly sexy body, his penis wasn't fully erect.
How beautiful his mother was! Below her head was a long, jade-like neck. Sloping, graceful shoulders, the beautiful, soft curves of her body, and a slender waist, below which were broad hips. She had a pair of long, slender legs, which he felt were no shorter than his own, so sexy and charming.
But his eyes were still drawn to her flat stomach and the thick, lush black pubic hair below, and the sticky fluid from before was like a spider web wrapped around her pubic hair, so tempting! A relatively wide area between her legs was covered by his pubic hair, and when he realized how easily his treasure could enter, his penis began to throb.
Twenty-odd years ago, he emerged from that treasure, and today he was going back in, to relive his roots!
It wasn't just her small hill that completely captivated his gaze, making him dizzy. It was also her two large, perky breasts, their rosy nipples seemingly inviting him to explore her hidden depths, to uncover the secrets of her body.
He knew he shouldn't be afraid of it all. When he kissed her, caressed her, and undressed her, she offered no resistance; on the contrary, she cooperated with him, assisting him. All of this convinced him that she enjoyed what he did, that this once high and unattainable, beautiful mother was completely submissive to him.
From the first day he returned home and awkwardly reunited with her, he had been deeply attracted by her beauty, her mystery. He felt a strong desire to possess her.
This exquisite mother was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. She constantly stimulated every nerve in his body, even in his dreams. He couldn't control himself from loving her, from thinking of her. He even tried to convince himself that his "incestuous" thoughts and subsequent actions were justifiable.
He believed that having a mother like that would be a significant temptation for anyone. His mother's life had been filled with hardship, and she had suffered such a heavy blow in love; he had even more reason to care for her, cherish her, and pamper her, to fill the void left by her romantic disappointment.
So, after his mother's first rejection, he began his plan. He started by cruelly neglecting his mother, then encouraged her to dress more avant-garde and to adopt a more youthful mindset, constantly trying to draw her closer to him. Later, he learned about his mother's past from his grandmother, discovering her love affair with his biological father, and that he bore a striking resemblance to him—no wonder she had been so distraught upon seeing him. This further solidified his resolve.
Until today, he had finally succeeded.
Liu Ruhui snapped out of her daze and saw Acong looking at her with a strange expression. She immediately recalled her earlier lapse in composure, and seeing herself naked before her son, she blushed crimson with shame. Instinctively, she covered herself with the blanket.
After that passionate kiss, she knew she could no longer play the role of mother. She felt they should be lovers. Judging from Acong's behavior, he also loved her deeply. She needed his tenderness, his passion, his body; now she longed to consummate their relationship.
But Acong was still staring at her blankly. Was he hesitating? Was he wavering? Liu Ruhui suddenly realized she should take the initiative. Acong was too young; she couldn't bear to let him bear the blame for the "mastermind of incest."
"I'll take the initiative myself. I'll say I seduced our son!" Liu Ruhui made up her mind.
She stood up and pulled Acong to sit on the bed. Her eyes softened, becoming friendly. She began kissing his face, then lifted her breasts so he could rub and caress them with his face, lips, nose, and tongue.
He had never known breasts could exist like this—mature, beautiful, and incredibly full, sending waves of pleasure through him.
They were so sexy and wonderful, as soft as springtime, with faint blue veins visible beneath the skin, making them resemble a piece of patterned, shiny, warm marble.
Her hands busily caressed his body, sending shivers of pleasure through him. An expression of excitement appeared on his face. He couldn't hold on any longer, his body slowly collapsing backward onto the bed.
Liu Ruhui gently pulled down his trousers, and she immediately saw his jade-like penis standing tall and erect.
She lay on top of him. Now he was her little lover, and she worshipped his youth, worshipped his sweet and lovely jade-like penis.
She kissed his slightly thin but very firm chest. He felt her intense desire for his body to press against hers.
Now she knelt on the bed, her soft, long hair brushing against his skin, kissing his body, while he remained lying on his back.
When she kissed his abdomen, he closed his eyes, feeling his penis tremble and throb.
Her hand gently caressed his penis, then rubbed it against her cheek, and later she lightly rubbed the shaft of his penis with her nose and gently shook it.
Suddenly, he felt her fingers secretly pinch his testicles and pull them. He was hurt by her clumsy touch and couldn't help but cry out.
She hurriedly let go and looked at him apologetically. Then, she lifted her hind legs and straddled him.
He stared in surprise at his usually quiet mother, who now appeared exceptionally sexy and wanton. He felt that she was almost going crazy now, and she no longer cared about his reaction.
She grabbed his buttocks, while her other hand parted her labia, revealing her open, wet vaginal opening, and aimed it at his penis.
She slowly squatted down, and the hot, hard penis began to enter her vagina.
As soon as his glans entered her vagina, she swallowed it whole.
She closed her eyes and began to savor the pleasure of his erect penis being tightly gripped by the tender flesh inside her smooth, hot vagina.
Her wet vagina gripped his penis tightly. She gently began to lift herself, and his penis slowly emerged. As it was about to leave her vagina, she groaned, then lowered herself again, inserting his penis into her vagina. She penetrated so deeply and tightly that he felt the base of his penis being tightly held by the muscles of her vaginal opening. His entire penis was squeezed and bumped by the elastic muscles inside her vagina.
Her up-and-down movements became faster and faster, gradually leading her into a state of ecstasy.　　She had such smooth shoulders, such a beautiful curve in her back, all the way to her slender waist, and then to her broad, protruding buttocks.
He kissed her buttocks, and the tender flesh at the tips. Between those two round buttocks was a dark, secret cleft. He inserted his nose into that cleft, sliding it back and forth. She moaned with pleasure, writhing her hips. His fingers reached down to the inside of her thighs, parted them, and then he pressed his face tightly against them.
He had never done this with a woman before; he had only seen it on DVDs. As he bent down towards her, she raised her hips high. She knelt down, spreading her legs. He put his head between her legs and rolled over.
Now his penis was hard again, and he remained extremely calm. He extended a finger and gently touched her vulva, combing through her pubic hair, while gently probing her thick labia majora, feeling them carefully, feeling them tremble slightly. At this moment, she made a sensitive twist.
He grew even more excited, and his penis began to harden again. His fingers gently caressed the area, and suddenly his hand reached into a swampy, mysterious, and wet place. Exploring this mysterious place aroused him even more. He parted her labia minora with his fingers, feeling his fingers touch her clitoris, which was like a small volcano.
He gently stirred and kneaded it, making it even harder and more erect. His touch had completely aroused her, and her hips began to sway incessantly.
He suddenly grabbed her hips tightly, pressed his face against her wet vulva, moved his mouth forward, and extended his tongue.
The tip of his tongue licked the top of her erect clitoris, tasting her intense sexual flavor. She let out moans of intense pleasure. His tongue pressed even harder against her clitoris.
She couldn't bear it any longer, and her hips pulled back to relieve the pressure from his tongue. He opened his mouth wide, taking her entire vulva into his mouth, as if her vulva was being bathed in his mouth. Then, he began to suck, sucking her incredible secretions. He thrust his tongue deep into her vagina, stirring it around. He could feel the muscles inside her vagina spasming, contracting, pulling at his tongue, and her love juices flowing out and into his mouth.
He was inexperienced, playing the games he'd seen on DVDs. She, however, believed these lewd and stimulating things must have happened to him many times before.
He quickly pulled away, kneeling behind her, spreading her buttocks, and thrusting forward.
His eyes were fixed on her wet cleft, swallowing his penis. She had already reached orgasm, and he had only just entered.
When he inserted his penis into her vaginal opening, she opened her mouth as if to scream. He could only gently move the head of his penis back and forth, then steadily push it forward until it was completely submerged inside her vagina, his penis completely swallowed by her hot body.
He began kneeling behind her, thrusting for a long time, his testicles bobbing back and forth, rubbing against her thighs.
Her penis was squeezed tightly by her. His abdomen began slapping her buttocks, and he saw her buttocks glistening white.
He could see her anus opening and closing rhythmically with the thrusting of his penis. His chest began to heave violently, his breathing quickened, and he felt himself blossoming and swelling inside her. He thrust wildly, and her buttocks moved back and forth, rotating to meet him. He felt the pressure of her vaginal muscles so intense it almost hurt him.
Her body grew hot, and she seemed almost frantic; he knew she had reached orgasm before him once again. He felt great pleasure; he loved soaking his penis in her hot spring-like vaginal fluid. He thrust wildly and relentlessly, offering her his penis, his testicles, and even his entire soul.
He finally stopped, and after a while, he slowly withdrew his penis from her vagina. They both collapsed onto the bed, panting.
Then, they embraced each other until their hearts calmed down.
"Hui'er, I'll call you Hui'er. Oh, my lovely Hui'er, my irresistible Hui'er, you're made of water, otherwise how could you have so much water?" he whispered with a grin in her ear.
Liu Ruhui blushed deeply, lightly punching him with her small fists. She pouted like a little girl, saying sweetly, "You're so naughty! You've bullied Hui'er for so long, and now you're taking advantage of me..." Clearly, she loved the name "Hui'er."
They had been "fighting" for so long, yet neither of them felt sleepy. Liu Ruhui seemed like a different person; in front of Acong, she was like a little wife, displaying her gentleness and cuteness. They embraced for a long time, their love flowing freely. Acong even painted a beautiful picture of their future, making Liu Ruhui ecstatic.
Later, around 3:30 in the morning, Acong reluctantly left her, because there was still her grandmother in the house.
Liu Ruhui felt this was the happiest night of her life. But for some reason, she felt this happiness wouldn't last.
"Maybe I haven't adjusted to this role change yet," she thought, not wanting to delve deeper into it, and unwilling to think about such unhappy things.
She quickly realized that after Ah Cong got her a long leave tomorrow, she would dress up lavishly and let her beauty shine throughout Beijing.
Having experienced four climaxes, Liu Ruhui finally felt sleepy and drifted off into a sweet dream.

[The End]
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