My mother and I

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The river wasn't deep, but it was strewn with stones. Water flowed between the stones, making a babbling sound. The further into the mountains we went, the narrower the path became. Two high mountains, like hunched old men, sat there, gazing at each other, as if they had unspoken words. Several days of rain had washed away the wooden bridge. The village chief had said he would repair it immediately, but seeing the rain about to come again, he said he would wait until the weather improved. I returned from town, my university acceptance letter tucked in my arms. Crossing the river, I hopped across the stones, one step at a time. Before, when I went to school, I was too lazy to walk across the bridge; I would hop like this, and it always made me happy. But today, my mood was somewhat gloomy. I wanted to walk across the bridge, but it had collapsed in the river, like an old man bedridden. This university acceptance letter was a ticket, a ticket to the outside world, something the mountain people had longed for for generations. But I couldn't be happy, because this very thing would separate me from my mother, and I truly felt a pang of reluctance. So, as I hopped, I slowed my pace. The village chief led a group of people from the other side; they were there to repair the bridge, and naturally greeted me. Now I was a local celebrity, the only college graduate in decades. People who had previously had some friction with my family started greeting me with smiles, and the village chief was no exception. "Xiaoshanzi, what kind of books do you have at university? Let your uncle see," the village chief said enthusiastically. "Okay!" I handed them my acceptance letter, which they passed around, their faces showing envy. "That's wonderful! Finally, someone from our village has gone to the county seat!" my fourth uncle said. "He's going to the provincial capital, don't talk nonsense," my second uncle corrected me. "Little Shanzi, you've really made something of yourself," the village chief said. "When you get to the provincial capital, don't forget about finding a partner." "Of course, of course!" I said. "No matter where I go, I can't forget home!" "Study hard and come back as our county magistrate. We'll be waiting to benefit from your success." The village chief stroked his beard. "Fix the roads in our village, and this broken bridge too." "Uncle, I'm studying physics, not government." I explained. "What 'inside and outside' stuff? Uncle doesn't understand." The village chief was domineering. "Anyway, you're coming back as county magistrate. Don't worry about your parents, we'll take care of them." There's a huge generation gap when talking to uneducated people, so I ignored them and just said, "Thank you, I'll rely on the villagers for help." I took back my acceptance letter and headed back to the village. That night, the whole family was very happy. All the relatives in the village came to congratulate us. The acceptance letter was passed around in these dark hands, and they sat there talking for a long time. After all the relatives left, Dad was unusually excited, contrary to his usual self. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Eventually, he lit an oil lamp and picked up the college acceptance letter to look at. He was illiterate, but he recognized my name, so his gaze lingered on it. Dad's excitement made Mom and me feel agonizing. Usually, after a long day's work, Dad would collapse on the kang (heated brick bed) and sleep like the dead, not even waking up to thunder. Taking advantage of this time, Mom and I would sneak out of the room to make love in the west room—my happiest moment of the day. But today, Dad just wouldn't sleep, and Mom and I were at our wits' end. Mom urged Dad to sleep several times, but he always said, "My dear wife, I'm happy!" Mom tossed and turned, and so did I. Soon, I drifted off to sleep, my hand still holding my hard penis. In my dream, Mom and I were embracing again, seemingly in the west room, or perhaps in a woodpile, or maybe somewhere deep in the mountains. I desperately wanted to make love to my mother, and she readily agreed, but people kept walking around us. So, my mother and I kept hiding from people, going to more secret places, but there were always people there... Finally, there was no one around, and I quickly entered my mother's body. Just as I was ejaculating, I heard my father's roar: "Good, good!" My mother said, "Good what?" and woke up with a start. I looked around and saw my father still looking at the college acceptance letter, his face beaming with joy, while my mother was complaining in bed. It was just a dream, I realized, but my lower body felt cold. The sun was high in the sky when I went outside. My mother was feeding the pigs. My father had caught these pigs from town a few months ago. My mother said, "Once they're fattened up, we'll slaughter them for my son to eat, to help him get some nutrition." Of course, my father was there when she said this. He just thought my mother was being affectionate towards her son, but I understood what she meant. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then pinched my mother's buttocks. My mother's buttocks were my favorite; they were neither too big nor too small, plump, and very smooth and tender. I would always caress them carefully before making love. Now, as I pinched my mother's buttocks, I was complaining that Dad wasn't home and why he didn't want to make love with me. My mother was startled at first, but when she saw it was me and noticed my eyes, she said, "It's rare for you to sleep a little longer, so I didn't want to wake you. Besides, your book is on the shelf; someone might come over." I thought my mother was right. If someone came over while I was making love with my mother, everything would be over. I wanted to help my mother feed the pigs, but she stepped aside and said, "How can I let you do such rough work? You're the pride of our village!" She added, "I made you some pancakes, egg pancakes. The eggs were specially laid by the hen for you." I said, "Okay." I tried to pinch my mother's buttocks again, but she stepped aside and said softly, "Be careful these days, don't do this!" The pancakes were on the stove, and I sat on a small stool, chewing them. That dream resurfaced. At that moment, I desperately wanted to make love to my mother, but then my fourth aunt arrived. I was astonished at how accurate the dream was; it was exactly when I was thinking of my mother that she came! It seemed my mother had the same dream last night, otherwise she would never refuse me. My second aunt and fifth aunt also came. They chatted with my mother, mostly praising her for being so lucky to have such a good son. I am the only child in the family. But I know I had an older sister before me. My sister looked very much like my mother, beautiful and with a good figure. But when she was nineteen, my father mistook her for my mother and raped her. Only the family knew about this, but my sister couldn't bear the shame and went to work with someone from the village, disappearing without a trace. My father was also deeply ashamed and couldn't hold his head up in front of my mother. One day, while chopping firewood on the mountain, my father fell and injured himself. He said he saw a rock rolling down the mountain and quickly jumped onto a nearby rock, but unfortunately, he was riding on it, and the thing underneath him was smashed and lost its function. Everyone in the family knew that Dad was deliberately punishing himself, and Mom forgave him for it. But Mom was only thirty-four or thirty-five at the time, a time of heightened sexual desire, and she needed it every night. The men in the village were all ugly, and Mom didn't find them attractive. Plus, Dad was very strict about this, so Mom was very distressed. When I was little, I heard Dad use carrots to soothe Mom's anxiety. When I was eighteen, I started paying attention to the women around me, especially hoping to touch their buttocks. The more I thought about it, the harder my penis became, so I started masturbating and had fantasies. Of course, Mom was one of those fantasies; in my eyes, Mom's buttocks were absolutely beautiful. One day, Dad had a fever, and Mom made sure the stove was burning brightly so Dad could sleep at the head of the bed, and Mom could sleep in the middle. That's how Mom and I were together for the first time. I thought they were both fast asleep, so I secretly reached out and touched Mom's buttocks, feeling incredibly excited. Afraid that Mom would wake up, I stopped, not daring to do anything more, and continued masturbating. Just then, my mother's warm hand reached out and grasped my penis... And that's how my mother and I had our first time. To be honest, she taught me how. From then on, it was unstoppable; we maintained this relationship, always keeping it a secret from my father and everyone else. My time at GBO High School was the hardest for my mother and me. The high school was in town, a long way away, so I had to live on campus. On Saturdays and Sundays, while everyone else was at school, I had to go home because I missed my mother, and she missed me too. Every time we made love, it was passionate. My mother would moan as if I was in pain, but I knew that the more she moaned, the harder I had to thrust, because only then would she feel better and more comfortable. My father was exhausted every day, collapsing like a dead man, completely unaware of this, and constantly praising me, saying I was saving money for the family, not eating for free at school, and helping with chores at home. But now I'm going to university, and I can't even come home once a week anymore. I really can't bear to leave my mother. After finishing the pancake, I scooped a ladle of cold water from the water vat and gulped it down. This was a habit I developed in middle school; almost every meal consisted of steamed buns, and we were only given one at a time, so I was never full. The teacher said, "Drink plenty of water after eating; the bun will expand in your stomach, and you'll feel full." I believed the teacher and drank water after every meal, and sure enough, I felt very full. My mother was still talking outside when a few more women arrived, chatting animatedly. Looking at my mother's back, I thought she was the most beautiful among the group of women. Her steps were still very brisk, and although she wore baggy clothes like them, with large crotches that obscured her figure, I still thought she was the youngest and most beautiful. Even my third sister-in-law, who wasn't much older than me, couldn't compare. Perhaps this is the origin of the saying, "A child doesn't despise their mother for being ugly." I secretly vowed that I would make sure my mother had a good life someday! There are still quite a few days before school starts. Dad said, "Xiaoshanzi, we don't have enough money. Staying home idle is pointless anyway. Why don't we leave early and find some work in the city? That way we can earn some money and pay our debts.""Tuition fees." For the first time, Mother agreed with Father, "Your father is right. Staying idle at home won't earn you any money, and besides, you won't earn much working in the mountains. It's better to go sooner rather than later." Then she added, "Father, how about this: Xiaoshanzi and I will go to the mountains to pray to Guanyin, so that our son can have a safe journey. You stay home to entertain relatives, and our son and I will be right back." Father nodded and said, "Go quickly and come back as soon as you're done." I naturally understood what Mother meant. These past few nights, Father had been in a state of high arousal, unable to sleep well, only managing to catch a few naps during the day. Mother and I hadn't made love in a long time, so Mother lied about going to the mountains to pray to Guanyin, but actually, she wanted to make love. This was definitely the last time we would make love before I went to university. When we arrived at the mountain, it was all dense forest, and the grass was so tall that you couldn't see inside from the outside. To make herself more comfortable, Mother cut a lot of grass with a sickle, spread it out into a thick blanket, and sat on it, blushing as she beckoned me to sit down as well. We hadn't made love in a long time, so naturally, our desire ignited, and we embraced. People in the mountains never wear underwear; they're naked once they take off their pants. Mother, like other mountain people, had a tanned face and neck, but her body was fair and lovely. I held Mother with one arm, while the other caressed her breasts and buttocks, then inserted my middle finger into her vagina. Mother instantly became very wet. I was already quite skilled, and I inserted my penis. Perhaps because it had been so long since we'd made love, Mother started to moan the moment I entered, and I immediately ejaculated. "Little Shanzi," Mother nestled in my arms, "I'm so scared!" "Mother, what are you scared of?" I asked. "I'm afraid that once you go to the provincial capital and see the young and beautiful girls there, you'll forget your mother." "Mother, I won't get married in the future, I'll just stay with you." "Nonsense, how can you not get married? Besides, I'm getting old. I'm just asking, if you have a wife, can you still be like this with me?" "Mother, I will marry you in the future. Maybe, you can even give me a child." "You're talking nonsense again, how can I give you a child? That year, the family planning officials in town put IUDs on me, I can't have children anymore." "Then I still want to be good to you, Mother." "No, son, you're the only male in our Hu family, you have to get married, I still want a grandson." "No, I want you to give me one." So, I hugged my mother tightly again, and we made love a second time. This time it lasted a long time, and after my mother groaned three times, I finally ejaculated into her belly again. Then, my mother and I put on our clothes, scattered the grass around, and pretended nothing had happened as we descended the mountain. (II) The next day, I set off for the provincial capital. The villagers all came to see me off, all the way to the village entrance. The village chief even specially sent the village's only tractor, but unfortunately, the tractor broke down halfway, so I had to carry my luggage and walk to the town. My luggage wasn't heavy; it only contained a quilt and a few changes of clothes, and a cloth bag tied around my waist. My mother had sewn this bag for me, and when she finished sewing it, she pulled on it hard until she was sure it wouldn't budge. The bag was full of money, given to me by relatives. Because the mountains were poor, there were hardly any large bills, only small change. My mother told me, "Don't lose it, and don't spend it recklessly. Once we get to the provincial capital, I won't be able to help you anymore; you'll have to take care of yourself." On the way, I got thirsty and stopped at a house to ask for water. There was an elderly couple in their eighties living there. They were very happy to hear I was going to university and invited me to stay for a meal. But the meal wasn't free; they wanted me to take some clothes to their son who was working in the county. So I carried my luggage back to the town. There were buses from there to the county, and I arrived in the county in the evening. I quickly found the old couple's son, whom I called Uncle. Uncle worked in construction in the county, as a small foreman. Being from the mountains, he was very hospitable and didn't offer me a hotel; I stayed at the construction site. The next day, one of the workers in Uncle's team fell ill and asked me to fill in. Since I still had some time before starting school, I worked at the construction site. I worked there for ten days, and only after the worker recovered did I receive my wages for those ten days and continue my journey. The daily wage was one hundred yuan, so ten days would be one thousand yuan. I never expected that the money I earned here for ten days would be more than the money I received as gifts in the village, and it was all in large bills. This filled me with confidence. As I was leaving, the uncle and his family saw me off for a long distance, saying, "Son, when you come back as an official, don't forget us!" Arriving in the provincial capital, I was a little overwhelmed. It was so big, so many people, and cars coming and going. Just dodging one car in front and another behind, walking felt like a chore. I was a little hungry, and saw a small eatery. I went in. This was the first money I'd spent since leaving home—five yuan for a bowl of wontons. I wasn't full, but it felt like the best meal I'd ever had. After finishing, I drank some cold water. The owner immediately recognized me as someone from the mountains and struck up a conversation. When he learned I couldn't find a school and wanted to work, he smiled and said they happened to be short-handed. He suggested I work there and stay overnight, so I could look for a school while I worked. This was exactly what I wanted, so I stayed at the wonton stall. I'm always hardworking and never slack off, so the owner was naturally very happy and even helped me find the school's address. Ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and the start of the new school year arrived. My boss calculated my wages—another 500 yuan. He was very generous, calling me a taxi and even saying he'd treat me and pay for it. And so, for the first time in my life, I rode in a car. My heart was pounding. This was much better than the tractors in the village; it was comfortable, fast, quiet, and not so bumpy. It only took half an hour to get to school. Walking through the school gates, I felt a sense of relief. This was so much better than the high school in our mountains. But the problem was, I didn't know where to register. Luckily, some older students guided me, and soon I found out where I lived. Just as my mother had said, along the way, the women in the town were prettier than those in our mountains, the women in the county were prettier than those in the town, and the women in the provincial capital were even more beautiful. They all wore blue pants that covered their buttocks tightly, especially that cleft—in our mountains, people would definitely say they were naked. I thought of my mother's buttocks again; if she wore pants like those, she would definitely look just like them. Later, I learned that these were called jeans! Not only students wore them, but teachers did too. A teacher noticed I was from the mountains and asked if I was working. I said yes. Then the teacher asked me to choose between two jobs: working in the library or in the cafeteria. Although I wanted to go to the library, my priority was to fill my stomach, so I chose the cafeteria without hesitation. My roommates laughed at me, saying I was short-sighted, that books were spiritual nourishment, more important than material things. I just smiled and replied with the saying, "A well-fed man doesn't know the hunger of a starving man." During my university years, I worked in the cafeteria. I not only paid my tuition on time but also sent my mother fifty or a hundred yuan every month. This amount might seem insignificant to city people, but in our mountains, it was a lot of money. I could almost see my mother's smile, and for that smile, I wanted to send money to her. However, after sending money to my mother, I was still spending my own money month after month. That's when I understood what the city meant by "living paycheck to paycheck." Without money, I couldn't afford a train ticket, so I couldn't go home and reunite with my mother. This was my biggest worry, but there was nothing I could do. I secretly vowed that after graduating from university, I would find a good job and bring my mother to live with me. I envied my classmates; they had laptops and cell phones that allowed them to talk to their families anytime—things I had never seen before. I resolved to buy a cell phone first so I could talk to my mother, and then buy a computer so I could surf the internet like them. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, but my roommate, Da Chen, whose family was wealthy, gave me his computer and cell phone when he wanted to buy a new one. But it wasn't free; he asked me to wash his clothes, including his underwear. Anyway, it was a form of labor, so I agreed. And so, like my other classmates, I had a cell phone and a computer. I was very excited when I called home for the first time. Our village only had one phone, a landline, and the caller had to find the phone to call home. To save me money on phone bills, the village chief arranged for me to call home at six o'clock in the evening. You know, there's no one at the village office at six in the evening. He only did this because he thought I was successful since I had a cell phone. So, I called right on time that night. Unfortunately, Dad came too, and he fought with Mom for the phone, so I didn't have a chance to say sweet nothings to her. In the end, they remembered my phone number before they hung up. That night, I masturbated, masturbating while thinking about my mother's clean, white buttocks. In college, the most popular thing is having boyfriends or girlfriends. Although not many of them become couples after graduation, friendships are still going strong. Actually, I've had a girlfriend too, because when I was having sex with my mother, she suggested that I marry a woman from the provincial capital. She came from the countryside, her family was very poor, and she also worked in the cafeteria.We got along very well. So, we went on a date—our first and last date. We ate at a restaurant, ordering only shredded potatoes and rice. Meanwhile, the classmate next to me was drinking beer and ordered four dishes, all meat. The next day, she started distancing herself from me. A few days later, I saw her get into a car without hesitation; inside was a middle-aged man much older than her. The chef told me, "These days, which young girl isn't after money?" This saddened me, and I thought of my mother. My mother would never abandon me for money. For three years at university, I studied diligently and worked part-time in the cafeteria—a double success, I suppose. My teacher suggested that after graduation, I shouldn't look for a job but stay at the university to pursue a master's degree, hoping to teach and earn a substantial income. I was reluctant because it would delay seeing my mother again. But thinking of the good income, I agreed and continued my studies. And so, another year passed at university. But just a few days before the exams, my phone suddenly rang. It was the village chief calling, his voice urgent: "Xiaoshanzi, come home quickly, something terrible has happened to your family." I was stunned and asked, "Is something wrong with my mother?" "Don't ask, you'll know when you get back," the village chief said, hanging up. I was very worried about my mother, afraid something terrible had happened to her. So, without telling anyone, I took the train that night to the county, then a bus to the town, and then walked back to the village overnight. Although I was anxious, I also took in the scenery. Four years had passed, and apart from the county town, everything else was still the same. I regretted not going home once in these four years. I wondered how my mother was doing, whether she was still as beautiful as before. It was very late, but the oil lamp was still lit in the house, and there were many people there. Something terrible must have happened, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people. Everyone was busy, not paying attention to me. I heard my mother crying, and my heart relaxed; I was glad she was alright. But when I went inside, I saw a coffin in the middle of the floor, and my father's memorial tablet on the table. My father was dead. Just then, someone saw me and shouted, "Xiaoshanzi's back!" My mother, kneeling there, finally looked up at me, and tears immediately streamed down her face. It turned out that the county was going to build a road that would pass over our family's ancestral graves. My father wanted to move the graves, but the construction workers, rushing to meet the deadline, wouldn't listen to him. One night, they dug up our ancestral graves and covered them with gravel. Unable to find the graves, my father went to reason with them, which resulted in a fight. He was severely beaten by the construction workers and died shortly after being brought back. My aunts and uncles saw me as a savior and urged me to go to the county to reason with them. But the village chief said, "Where can you reason with them? This project belongs to the county head, and the people who beat him are from the county police. If you go to reason with them, they'll arrest you. Why don't we just ask for some money and let it go?" My mother thought the village chief was right, because a while ago, someone in the next village had also been injured, and when they went to the county to complain, they were arrested. Someone else went to the city to complain, but the city sent the complainant back to the county, where they were detained again. Someone else went to the province, but they were caught en route and beaten again. My mother also heard that someone went to Beijing to complain, but someone there was already waiting, and the person was arrested as soon as they got off the train; their whereabouts are still unknown. I couldn't go against my mother's wishes, so I looked to the village chief. The village chief said, "Xiaoshanzi, I'll handle this." A few days later, the village chief brought 20,000 yuan, saying that the construction site initially only offered 10,000 yuan, and he had persuaded them to give 20,000. My mother and I thanked the village chief profusely. Later, we learned that the construction site had given 50,000 yuan, of which the village chief had kept 30,000 yuan. After learning this, I vowed never to return to that village. Of course, that's a story for later, so I won't go into it. Since returning home, I haven't cried a single time; I feel a sense of relief. My mother, after all, has a deep affection for my father and cries every day. My mother said, "Xiaoshanzi, if you want to cry, just cry. Don't keep it inside." I said, "Why should I cry? Dad was a good-for-nothing, and..." I wanted to talk about my sister, but there were people around, so I didn't finish. The village chief said, "Xiaoshanzi, you're a college student. You need to stay clear-headed at crucial moments. Don't do anything impulsive." He was afraid I'd make a scene and find out about the 30,000 yuan. "Right now, the most important thing is to take care of your mother!" The village chief's words resonated with me. Now that Dad was gone, I should take even better care of Mom. So I said, "Mom, I'm not going back to the provincial capital." "Son, what are you saying? Your father's fate was what it was. You should go back. Mom is waiting for you to enjoy your retirement," Mom said. That evening, two trucks and more than twenty people from the construction site came and loaded Dad's coffin onto the trucks. The trucks were carrying stones, all white, which rubbed the originally red coffin white. The village chief said, "This is a funeral!" The car drove into the mountains, the road was very difficult, and everyone in the car was swaying. Mother kept crying, but said, "This good-for-nothing old man, I don't even want to cry anymore." The aunts and uncles around were all trying to comfort her. Father was buried, on a high mountain. I don't know who chose the location, but this place was less than a hundred meters away from where Mother and I made love. Maybe the gods were watching, and after Father died, they told him that you could make love when your daughter was fifteen, and your wife could make love when your son was fifteen. This is called retribution. I hope Father won't blame me. I really love Mother too much. I already consider Mother my girlfriend, no, I should be my wife! (III) I stayed at home for the whole Spring Festival. Father was gone, and I had to take good care of Mother. At first, Mother always felt sorry for Father and refused to make love with me. I knew Mother was in a bad mood, and after being rejected, I didn't touch her either. But one night, after Mother went out to urinate, she came back saying she was freezing. I got up to heat the kang (a heated brick bed), but my mother said, "Don't get up, just hold me." So I pulled her into the quilt. I touched her buttocks again. My mother said, "Son, don't think too much, your father's spirit can see." I said, "Mother, I don't know if Father can see, but I know that Father and Sister did something that displeased you." My mother stopped talking and let me touch her. "Mother, I've thought about it," I said, my hand digging into my mother's vagina. "I know, it's been years," my mother said, lifting her buttocks, indicating that I should take off my pants. And so, after four years, after my father's death, my mother and I were together again. My mother definitely had an orgasm, but she held back, not making a sound, and kept urging me to hurry. This was the least romantic time I'd ever made love with my mother, and I was disappointed as I ejaculated inside her vagina. That night, my mother wanted to put on her pants, but I wouldn't let her. When I felt aroused, I released myself on my mother, and we did it three times. The last time was in the morning. My mother said, "These past few years have been so pent up for me, son." To be honest, I felt very relaxed that night because I finally made love with my mother without any interference. As soon as the New Year was over, my mother urged me to go back. She said, "Son, I can't let these things ruin your future. You should go back to the provincial capital. If you become successful, you'll drive those construction workers crazy. Nobody in our town lives in the provincial capital, not even a relative. So I want you to go back." "Mother, I'm leaving. I'm afraid of you," I said. "Afraid of what?" my mother asked. "Father's gone, you're all alone..." "Look at you, so petty, afraid your mother'll go with someone else. Let me tell you, your mother belongs to you now, even if you get a wife later, your mother won't go looking for someone else." As she said this, she gripped my penis, "I'm afraid of you. You won't give your wife to me after you get married." "Mother, I want you to be my wife." My mother laughed, a very happy laugh. That night, her orgasm was straightforward, her buttocks responding to my thrusts, her arms tightly wrapped around me. My mother kept saying, "Your mother's all yours now, son, fuck me hard." This was the first time my mother had used the word "fuck" in front of me. Afterwards, she buried her head in my chest and said, "Don't laugh at your mother." I touched my mother's buttocks and said, "Mother, you're so good!" I had no secrets from my mother; I told her I thought about her buttocks while masturbating, and asked if she would know. Mother laughed and said, "My blood flows in your veins. If you miss me, how could my blood not know? When my blood is happy, won't you feel warm? Besides, that year, you put all your things inside me, and I've kept them all. I know you have feelings for me." Hearing this, I climbed back on top of her, and my penis entered her vagina again. Four years had passed since I last returned, and I realized how much things had changed. The long-distance bus from town went all the way to the provincial capital; I no longer needed to transfer in the county. Before leaving, Mother wanted to give me all of Father's 20,000 yuan, but I insisted she keep it and buy whatever she wanted. Then, I hugged Mother's buttocks and instructed her, "Call me if anything happens, see a doctor if you're sick, don't push yourself." Then I touched Mother's genitals and said, "You must be healthy so I can use this when I come back." Mother said, "Yes, Mother is waiting for you to use it." Back at school, the teacher came to find me and asked why I hadn't taken the exam.I told the teacher that my father had died. The teacher sighed and said, "What a pity, what a pity. You'll never have another chance. You'll never have the chance to be a teacher. You've wasted this year of your studies, competing for jobs with the students who graduated this year." Then the teacher said, "I really worry about you. Someone like you, without good parents or connections, will have a hard time surviving in this society! You finally had an opportunity, but... that's fate!" I had dreamed of finding a job, renting a place, and bringing my mother to live with me. But reality hit me hard. Jobs were hard to find, and renting a place was so expensive, even the cheapest ones cost five or six hundred, which I couldn't afford. I had to share a place with others to save some money. The shared house was in the suburbs, a converted house from a villager's home, and it was very cramped. I thought I'd make do with it for now, and when I had more money, I'd rent a place myself and bring my mother to live with me. Then, when I had even more money, I'd buy a house and live a good life with my mother. Finally, I found a job as a telemarketer at an advertising company. It pays 1000 yuan a month, with the rest based on performance-based commissions. At the end of the year, bonuses and other benefits are paid out. The more you do, the more you earn. I calculated that the job mainly involves researching information; if I contact 100 clients a day, I could earn over 1000 yuan. Being frugal, I thought it was pretty good. But in the beginning, you can't expect too much. Although it's not my favorite job, I need to eat first, I need to settle down, and earn a living. I'm realistic; I need to find my ideal job gradually. I even made a list of how I would spend my money each month. My classmates saw it and exclaimed, "How come you haven't even had dinner with a girl? Are you planning to be a bachelor forever?" I just smiled and didn't say anything, but in my heart I thought, "You idiots have no idea, I'm not a bachelor anymore. My mother is my wife, and my wife is my mother. I had a mother when I was eighteen, while you guys didn't experience the taste of women until college." Thinking this, I felt at peace. My goal was to bring my mother to live with us. Before I knew it, the year was drawing to a close. I did the math and realized I'd get over five thousand yuan. My heart pounded. That's a four-figure sum! I could take it home and buy my mother a warm coat; it's cold in the mountains. I even considered buying her an engagement ring so I could put it on her finger myself. But then I thought, people in the mountains don't understand these things, my mother wouldn't appreciate it, and besides, engagement rings are expensive, so I gave up on that idea. Anyway, seeing such a stylish coat would surely make my mother happy and encourage us to make love. Oh, right, I also need to teach her how to give me oral sex; people in the mountains probably don't know how. But, man proposes, God disposes. The company boss ran off with the money, and we'd all worked for nothing this year. I was stunned. The employees started making a scene, smashing everything in the company. Some even threatened to report him to the police, but the accountant said, "Since he's thinking of running away, he'll also think of ways to deal with us. He'll collude with the police and say we're not good people. You've all seen it; many bosses have run away like this. Which police report ever worked?" Everyone agreed with his reasoning and gave up. Finally, everyone chipped in for a farewell dinner. The dinner was at a mid-range restaurant. The food was very good, so it was very busy, and the service was slow. My colleagues, drinking in frustration, complained to the restaurant owner about the slow service. The owner was embarrassed and said he was really sorry, all the waiters had gone home for the New Year, and they were short-staffed. The accountant said, "Then hire a few more. With money, you won't have trouble finding people!" The owner laughed and said, "Normally it's easy to find people, but now it's the New Year, everyone's home for family reunions, it's really hard to find people even with money!" "You don't close for the Spring Festival?" I asked, a sudden thought popping into my head. "Business is booming during holidays. People are more open-minded these days; most don't cook at home anymore, they eat out all the time—it's so convenient. Look around, which restaurant is closed now? They're even paying double for waiters. Even so, it's hard to find anyone." A thought struck me. I realized I'd lost five thousand yuan and couldn't go home to reunite with my mother. If I stayed here for a while, I could earn some money and eat for free. So, after my meal, I returned to the small restaurant and explained my purpose to the owner. The owner didn't recognize me as the one who had just eaten, but from my refined demeanor, he knew I was a recent college graduate and was somewhat reluctant. I told him I was a poor kid from the mountains and could do any kind of work. And so, I started working as a waiter in the restaurant. At first, the chefs looked down on me, but once I started working, they began to treat me differently. After all, I had worked in the school cafeteria and had some savings. One sentence from the chef really stung me. He said, "Actually, I think the country doesn't need universities at all. Poor kids study for four years, it's all for nothing, they still can't find work. But those kids with power and influence, even though they study for nothing, they already have good jobs arranged for them before they even graduate." I often think of my mother, her full breasts and buttocks, and thinking about it makes me masturbate while my roommate is asleep. Sometimes I regret going to university. If I hadn't gone, my father would be gone, and my mother would be all mine now. I want to go home, but everyone in the village thinks I'll become an official after graduating from university. Now, penniless, how can I face going back? Maybe the villagers are inviting my mother to dinner now, because it's a custom in the village that if someone in a family becomes successful, they'll use a dinner invitation to gain recognition. Thinking of this, I feel a little comforted. I worked at the restaurant for a month, and the New Year was over. When I was paid, I was surprised; I earned more in one month than I did at the company in a month. I felt that although I didn't get to reunite with my mother this Spring Festival, it was still worthwhile. It rekindled my zest for life and gave me the desire to bring her to the provincial capital. I applied for a job at an advertising company. This company was legitimate, so the boss wouldn't run away, although it was very busy. But then I received a call from the village chief saying that our house had collapsed under the weight of the snow, and my mother was trapped underneath. The village chief told me not to worry, that the villagers had already rescued my mother, and she wasn't injured. I was immediately terrified. I didn't even go back to my rented room and asked the company for leave. The legitimate company was quite humane and gave me five days off. I immediately bought a train ticket and rushed home. The snow in the mountains was particularly heavy, and buses couldn't pass. I had to walk home from the town. Fortunately, I knew the way well and walked home through the night. The mountain roads had no streetlights and were pitch black, but the snow made it different; everything was bright, and I could even see the distant mountains. Just before dawn, I finally arrived home. The house had collapsed, and my mother wasn't there. I asked around and found out she was staying with relatives. So I went to my relatives' house and saw my mother. Suddenly, an idea struck me: instead of waiting until I was rich, why not bring my mother to the provincial capital now? It's just one more person to feed! We can save money, and that way she won't suffer the pain of missing me. When my mother heard that I was taking her to the provincial capital, she smiled and said, "I'm sticking with my son for life." I said, "Of course, you're my mother. Who else would I stick with?" After that, I went to my father's grave to say goodbye—all for the villagers to see. Then I went back to the collapsed house to rummage through things. Actually, there wasn't much left to take. The 20,000 yuan my father had given me when he died was still in my mother's arms, in a cloth bag tightly wrapped around her waist. When the villagers saw me taking my mother to the provincial capital, they were extremely envious. They all said they would visit me when they came to the provincial capital. I promised them, but my heart was bitter. I couldn't say that I was doing badly in the provincial capital. There were still no cars on the road to town, so my mother and I walked together. She was very healthy and walked without any difficulty. There was no one else on the road. Several times I hugged her, kissed her, and touched her bottom. My mother knew I had feelings for her, but she still refused. She said, "It's not summer now. Don't let my bottom get cold. Later, when you touch it, it will feel like two hard lumps, and you won't want to touch it anymore. Besides, I'm afraid if I freeze your 'thing,' I won't be able to use it anymore." I always listen to my mother, so I had to suppress my desire and continue walking with her hand. On the train, I got my mother a boxed lunch. This was the first time she had eaten a boxed lunch, and she kept saying how delicious it was, saying that she was only happy with her son. I told her that I would give her sexual happiness in the future. But what she heard was "happiness," not "sexual happiness." I looked at my mother and smiled, and she looked at me and smiled too. My mother's attire clearly identified her as a country bumpkin from the mountains, while I had already integrated into city life. Although I didn't own any designer brands and most of my clothes were hand-me-downs from my classmates in college, no one could tell I was from the mountains anymore. I wanted to change my mother's appearance so she could look like a city dweller and be a match for me. After arriving in the provincial capital, my mother's eyes were overwhelmed; everything was new and exciting. Since there were still two days until the holiday, I settled my mother in a small hotel and then went out to find a rental. I was lucky; I found one not far from a shared apartment. It had a kitchen and a toilet, naturally more expensive than the shared apartment. But to be able to have a normal married life with my mother, I reluctantly rented it. The apartment had a single bed; I just needed to move my luggage in. My mother sat on the edge of the bed, shaking her head and looking around, saying, "You live in such a small room in the city?" I told her, "I used to live in even smaller places, sharing with several people. Mom, endure a little hardship with me now, and we'll have a better future.""It'll be alright," Mother said. "It's better to go home, fix up the house, it'll be more spacious than here." I said, "Mom, what hope is there at home? Look at Dad, you'll understand." Mother said "Oh," as if she understood. That night, Mother and I squeezed into the single bed. Mother hadn't had sex in a long time, and she orgasmed after only a few thrusts. After I went to university, I learned that a woman's moans during sex are called orgasms, and that thrusting hard at that moment feels very good. So, to satisfy Mother, I licked her ear and rubbed her breasts, and soon I ejaculated. Because it had been a long time since we had sex, I did it twice more, ejaculating both times, and brought Mother to orgasm four times. That night was the most unforgettable night of my life. Mother asked, "Where did you learn all these messy tricks that have me so bewitched?" I touched Mother's bottom and said, "Mother, I'll teach you a lot of things in the future." The next day, I bought a folding bed and put it in the room, so even if people came over, they wouldn't be able to tell that Mother and I shared a bed. I also bought some household items, and that's how Mother and I started living a normal life in the city. Then I bought Mother new clothes. When she wore them, apart from her dark face like a mountain person, her figure was definitely that of a city person, especially her bottom, which was neither too big nor too small, and even more charming than that of city women. Mother looked at herself in the mirror and laughed, saying, "How come this looks like I'm naked?" (IV) In autumn, Mother and I finally settled down. During this time, I not only worked for the company, but also did some other part-time jobs, earning about three thousand yuan a month. Mother didn't want to touch the twenty thousand yuan in her pocket, and she refused even when I asked her to deposit it in the bank, so I had to let her have her way. Now, my mother is like my wife to me. How can a man let his wife support him financially? I need to support my mother and my wife. On the street, there were a few women around my mother's age, dressed very elegantly, saying, "Young people these days only know money, they're full of greed, they have no backbone." Other women echoed, saying, "Exactly, exactly! Young people these days have no ideals at all, unlike us back then who had ideals and goals to strive for." Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh. What ideals? If I'm broke, I can't even support my mother and wife. It's true what they say, "A well-fed man doesn't know the hunger of a starving man," their words are like farts—at least farts have a smell! In the past six months, my mother has fallen in love with the city. She feels that compared to the mountains, it's like heaven and hell, even though we live in the city's slums. My mother often said, "It's so nice here. We don't have to go outside to use the toilet; we don't need firewood to cook, the fire just catches fire; we don't have to carry water, we just turn the lever and the water comes right up, and if we want hot water, it's ready in no time; the streets are lively, they sell everything, it's even more lively than the town; look at this lamp, it doesn't need matches to light it, just pull the cord and it lights up, and look at the house, the oil lamp is like a will-o'-the-wisp, you can't even see it when you're doing needlework; the food here is good too, noodles don't need to be cooked, just soak them in boiling water and they're so delicious..." After making love, Mother said, "My son, you've actually been to school. Even this kind of thing is different now. You always touch me first, until I'm all itchy, and then you do it. It's so much smoother to put it in that way. Back when your father did it, he always forced it in, which hurt me so much. Now it's different. Every time, it feels like my whole body is crawling with little bugs. If my son doesn't fuck me hard, I feel uncomfortable all over. Alas, it's a pity that you didn't know these things in the mountains. You've lived for over forty years in vain, and you still don't know how to use your tongue to make love." In the morning, after I left for work, Mother cleaned the house and did the laundry. I taught Mother how to use the rice cooker and the gas stove. At noon, when I didn't come home, Mother would eat the leftovers from the previous day. In the afternoon, when she had nothing to do, Mother would go out and chat with the old ladies next door. Gradually, everyone became familiar with each other. Because Mother no longer had to be exposed to the sun, her dark face turned white, and it turned out very beautiful. She didn't need to dress up; she was prettier than people in the city. Now, no one treats Mother like she's from the mountains anymore. Usually, I come home very late, and there's a hot meal waiting for me. After dinner, my mother and I make love in bed, truly enjoying the happiness of married life. There are quite a few girls at the company, but none of them have ever pursued me, and because I have a wife and mother at home, I don't pursue them either. Some girls are interested in pursuing me because I'm handsome, but once they hear that I come from the mountains and am very poor, none of them pay any attention to me. I understand very well that someone like me, without a house or a car, is not my type. So I feel at ease, after all, I have my mother at home, and she can provide me with a marital life. Besides, my mother has recently learned to dress up, and she's no less beautiful than them, and I always enjoy making love! As the weather gets colder, my mother feels lonely at home and says, "A perfectly good person like me, just sitting at home doing nothing, no land to farm, no pigs to feed, nothing productive to do all day, I'm getting stupid from boredom." I know my mother is someone who can't sit still, and letting her sit idle now would be harming her, so I thought I should find something for her to do. That day, a colleague invited me to dinner. We happened to pass by the restaurant where I had worked during the previous Spring Festival. A warm feeling washed over me, and I said, "Let's go to this place, the food is delicious." So we went in. The owner and the chef both recognized me and were delighted to see me with guests. They greeted me warmly, saying, "A college student has arrived!" After we ordered, they even added two more dishes for us, and the owner personally drank beer with me. This was the most glamorous moment I'd had since leaving the city. After dinner, my colleague left, but I stayed behind and told the owner about getting my mother a job. The owner said, "Seeing how well you are, I imagine your mother is doing well too. She can come tomorrow." And so, I found my mother a job. I was excited but also worried. My mother had never worked outside before and wasn't good at interacting with people. So, after making love that night, I held my mother's buttocks and taught her how to get along with others. Although my mother always complained about wanting to go out and work, when the time came, she became a little timid, clinging tightly to me like a child going to school for the first time. To ease her anxiety, I made love to her again, then encouraged her to go. She said, "Son, I definitely won't let you down." The next day, I personally took her to the restaurant, showing her how to take the bus, how to walk, and how to use buildings as landmarks, explaining everything carefully. Then I asked the restaurant owner and chef to take good care of her. The owner said to her, "You have such a good son; you're so lucky." She nodded vigorously. Then, the owner pulled me aside and said, "I really can't believe your mother is so young and healthy; people would believe she's your sister." I laughed and said, "Am I really that old?" The owner and I both laughed. Before leaving, I said goodbye to my mother, telling her I'd pick her up that evening. She looked at me pitifully, as if I had abandoned her. I looked at my mother and found it quite amusing. I never expected her to be so pretty, like a young girl in the throes of first love. I thought, picking her up to go home with me tonight is a blessing, just like my colleague who picks up his wife every day. And my own mother, I now consider her my wife, so picking her up is a joy! The day passed quickly, and it was already past eight o'clock when I went to pick up my mother after get off work. When we got home, I asked her, "What did you need me to do today? How did it go?" My mother got into bed, took off her clothes, and now she was wearing underwear—triangle underwear, which I had specially bought in red; it looked very alluring. "Why do you want me to do servant work?" Mom said. She seemed angry, so I quickly hugged her, slipped my hand inside her pants and pinched her buttocks, saying, "Mom, the service industry is about serving people, and that's what my job is like now." Mom said, "You have to serve everyone, even children. I've never done this in the mountains." I laid her down, touched her breasts and kissed her, saying, "Mom, you have an old-fashioned view. Nowadays, as long as you can make money, people in the city will do it. Even the son of the President of the United States washes dishes." Mom didn't say anything more, because she was already itchy all over from what I had done, and she was just hoping that my penis would enter her quickly. The next day, I was still touching Mom's buttocks, and I said, "Mom, if you don't want to, we won't go today?" "Why not?" Mom said, "I need to earn money for at least a month." Almost a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Mom went to work happily every day. I knew that Mom had adapted to the job, and the boss's evaluation of Mom was also very good. I breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly, I felt much more relaxed. Unexpectedly, on the last day of the month, the boss called and asked me to come to the restaurant immediately. I knew something was wrong with my mother, so I asked what was wrong. The boss said it was hard to explain over the phone, and I would know when I got there. I rushed over in a taxi. By then, the dinner was over, and there were very few customers in the restaurant. My mother sat alone in a corner, looking dejected, as if she had been crying. My heart ached, and I quickly went over to ask what was wrong. When my mother saw me, she grabbed my hand tightly, like a drowning person grasping at a straw. I asked again what was wrong. "Let's go home!" my mother said, almost in tears. When the boss saw me, he tried to pull me aside to talk. But my mother held onto my hand tightly, as if she would never let go again. I said, "Mom, sit for a while, I need to talk to the boss for a bit." My mother refused.I could only tell the boss, "I'll call you later." The boss nodded, took out a wad of cash from his pocket, and said, "That's exactly a month's salary, here you go. Don't come back again." Back home, my mother's hand remained clasped tightly to mine, without saying a word. I thought she must have been frightened by something. Entering the house, my mother seemed to be in her own territory, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and she slumped into my arms. I knew she needed comforting, so I picked her up, placed her on the bed, kissed her, and stroked her bottom. My mother softly said, "Son, I'm scared." When I asked her what was wrong, she couldn't explain it clearly, only that she forgot everything when it came to sex. Sure enough, under my caresses, she reacted, reaching down to pull open my pants and taking out my penis to masturbate. Just then, the boss called. I gestured for my mother to be quiet and answered the phone. The boss said, "When your mother first came, she washed dishes. Not only was she slow, but she didn't wash them properly either. If we rushed her, she panicked and broke a bowl. We didn't say anything to her because of you. Later..." At this point, my mother frowned and tugged at my penis. I knew she couldn't take it anymore, so I rolled over and inserted my penis into her vagina, still signaling her to be quiet. The boss continued, "Later, we had your mother wipe the tables. Today, your mother spilled soup on a customer's skirt. Normally, she would be scolded, but she actually started arguing back and even grabbed the customer's hair and hit her first." The boss got angrier and angrier, finally saying, "If it weren't for you, I definitely wouldn't have paid her." He then hung up the phone. "She scolded me first," my mother explained. "Mom, don't say anymore. I'm relieved you didn't suffer any loss," I said as I fucked her. After I fucked her hard, Mom immediately forgot what had just happened. Her buttocks began to move in response, and her little mouth kissed me tightly. She soon reached orgasm, and I ejaculated. After we finished, I gave Mom the money. She counted it; it was a thousand yuan. She regretted it, saying, "I didn't expect this to be more than selling eggs." She paused, then shyly played with my penis, asking, "Can I still go tomorrow?" Then she added, "I can do it well. I won't talk back if people scold me." She looked like a shy bride, pouting coquettishly. I pulled Mom closer and said, "Forget it, working at the restaurant is too tiring. You should find something easier." Mom said, "Money is so easy to earn in the city. I want to earn even more." I hugged Mom and laughed, and she laughed too. She said, "Look at you, hard again. Why are you already thinking about it after we just finished?" I pushed Mom down beneath me and said, "Because you're beautiful, how could I not be hard?" Then, my penis went back into Mom's vagina. (V) It snowed, but the snow in the city was nothing compared to the snow in the mountains. The walls of the rented room were thin, and even with the doors and windows closed, a cold wind still whistled through. After returning home from the restaurant, Mother started making cotton-padded clothes. She wore thick cotton-padded clothes, but still felt the chill. Mother said, "The snow doesn't look like it's snowing much, but how come it's colder than in the mountains?" To keep us warm during our lovemaking that night, I bought an electric heater. Mother sat next to me and instantly warmed up. She was overjoyed and said, "City people really know how to keep warm without heating the kang (a traditional heated bed)." Seeing Mother so happy made me happy too. I warmed my hands, put them inside my pants, and touched Mother's bottom, saying, "Mother, it will get even better in the future." That day, I got off work very late. As usual, Mother lay in bed waiting for me, just warming up the blankets so she wouldn't get cold. But I felt cold and was afraid of chilling my mother, so I took off my clothes and warmed myself in front of the electric heater, trying to get as warm as possible. "Get in bed, Mom can handle it," my mother said, startled awake. "I'll warm myself a little longer," I said. "Get in bed quickly, I have something to tell you," my mother said, lifting a corner of the blanket. Seeing my mother like this, I didn't say anything and slipped inside. My mother always waited for me naked, and today was no exception. Her body was very smooth and warm, driving away my chill. I touched my mother's vagina; it was already wet, so I took off my pants. My mother said, "Okay, I'll tell you after we're done." Then she reached out and stroked my penis. I kissed my mother's mouth and groped her body. Soon I was on top of her and inserted my penis into her vagina. My mother cooperated very well, moving her buttocks up and down. Soon I ejaculated. "Son, I want to do something," Mother said, wiping away the semen that had leaked out with toilet paper. I was startled and said, "What can you do in this freezing weather? Let's talk about it after the New Year!" "The lady next door asked me today, saying that one of her relatives is a street sweeper. Her wife is giving birth and she has to go back to her hometown to take care of her. She asked if I could help out for half a year. I said I had to ask my son. I'm afraid you won't agree, so I haven't agreed yet." Mother finished wiping her genitals and hugged me tightly. I felt that Mother was still healthy and could sweep the streets, so I said, "Mother, what do you think?" "If you agree, I'll go. If you don't, I'll go back. I'm just afraid that if you get a girlfriend in the future and find out that your mother sweeps the streets, she won't stay with you," Mother said. I laughed and said, "Mother, I don't want to find a girlfriend. I just want to be with you for life and treat you as my wife." "Don't talk nonsense. I can't give you children, and the family line will end. Tell me, should I go or not?" Mother said. "Anyway, you're just sitting at home doing nothing, it's kind of boring. It'll be good to have something to do. This is easier than working at a restaurant, Mom can just be diligent and sweep it clean," I said. A smile appeared on Mom's face, and she said, "That's right, I can't let my son get too tired." Mom's words warmed me, and I hugged her and kissed her passionately again. Mom said, "Why do you want to do it again? Didn't we just finish?" I was already very tired and wanted to sleep, but since Mom said so, I couldn't refuse. Besides, Mom's lower body was wet again, so I said, "I just love Mom." Mom shook her head and said, "Okay, go to sleep early after you're done, so you can go to work every day." So, I mustered my energy and did it with Mom again. After ejaculating, I actually fell asleep on Mom without even realizing it. The next day, I accompanied Mom to see the neighbor's relative. The neighbor was also very happy and took us to see the leaders of the sanitation department. After obtaining their permission, they took us to show us which sections of the road were the daily work areas. I was in a hurry to go to work, and my mother told me, "Go ahead and do your work. He'll tell me, and I can remember." The neighbor's relative said, "Don't worry, I won't leave these few days. I'll wait until your mother is familiar with me before I leave. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, I won't be able to take responsibility." Only then did I feel relieved and go to work. That's how my mother got a job. On New Year's Eve, my mother went to work as usual, while I was on holiday, enjoying a rare moment of leisure. I thought that since it was the New Year, there should be some festive atmosphere, so I bought a big red "福" (Fu, meaning good fortune) character and pasted it upside down on the door, signifying "good fortune has arrived." I also went to the supermarket to buy meat and vegetables. I'm still using the computer my classmate gave me when I was in college. Although it's old, it still works very well. This time, I installed an internet connection so I can download TV series and watch them with my mother at night. In the mountains, there's no electricity in the village, let alone a TV. My mother always went to bed as soon as it got dark, and it was the same in the provincial capital. I thought that since we were in the provincial capital, I should watch the Spring Festival Gala like city women. Actually, I had another motive: to make my mother watch pornographic websites. New Year's Eve was the happiest day for us, mother and son. We had a delicious dinner with fish and meat, and then we made dumplings. The dough was white, like snow; my mother had never seen such white dough before. She smiled from ear to ear, repeatedly saying, "Even city noodles are better than those from the mountains." In a good mood, her hands moved quickly, and the dumplings were soon finished. We waited until midnight. Then, fireworks went off outside, and my mother and I stood by the window watching the brilliant displays in the sky. My mother was stunned, repeatedly saying, "How come those fireworks are blooming in the sky?" Meanwhile, my hand was inside my mother's pants, pinching her soft buttocks. After that, we watched the Spring Festival Gala online. Mother kept saying, "What a beautiful person! So pretty! Who raised that girl? She's so lovely." I laughed and said, "Mom, when we have money, we'll buy a big color TV so we can see things more clearly." Mother said, "Let's buy a house first and marry a beautiful wife like the ones here." At this point, Mother became a little sad and continued, "So there really are girls like fairies. I'm getting old." I hugged Mother tightly and said, "Mom, I don't want to get married. I want to be your wife." Mother laughed and said, "How can I be your wife?" I wanted to make love, but Mother was so engrossed in the show that I had to give up. When they saw Zhao Benshan, Mother laughed so hard she almost fell over, saying, "Son, look at that old man, doesn't he look like your fourth uncle? How funny he is, making his granddaughter call that person 'Grandpa'?" Seeing Mother so happy, I became happy too. Mother didn't understand many parts of the skit, so I explained them to her. Zhao Benshan's skit finally ended, and my mother asked a strange question: "Do you think that grandfather and granddaughter might be like us?" I told her they were just actors. My mother said, "In our village, there are many families like that, with fathers and daughters." Just then, another round of firecrackers sounded outside.Firecrackers and fireworks filled the air, creating a lively atmosphere. I picked up my mother and held her by the window to watch. Then, ignoring what was on the Spring Festival Gala, I made love to her. Throughout the Spring Festival, my mother was very busy, working overtime. I, on the other hand, completely rested. At home, besides cooking for her, I searched for pornographic websites online, especially those about incest between mother and son. I put them on the desktop, waiting for my mother to watch them when she came home. I always had one wish: for my mother to truly call me "husband." After watching the videos and pictures, my mother

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