Whispers of Love for Mother: The Tender Heartstrings of a Mother [Full Text]

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As they approached the gate, the restaurant owner watched the handsome young man's retreating figure and sighed softly, "Another one troubled by love! Alas." I'm 18 this year. For the past 18 years, my mother has focused entirely on me, neglecting her own personal life. She always used the excuse of caring for her only son to justify it all. Living with my mother, I still don't know who my father is; I was raised by her alone. My mother's name is Ren Piaoting. Although she's 34, she's still stunningly beautiful. Her face is exquisitely beautiful, her demeanor noble and elegant. Every gesture exudes a natural charm, far beyond what others can imitate.

Her eyes hold a captivating allure, inspiring tenderness. Her lips are always peach-like and moist, and her face, capable of both joy and anger, is full of mature beauty. Her slender, swan-like neck, perfectly proportioned, creates an allure that eclipses the moon and shames the flowers. Adding to this, a small, flawless beauty mark on her chin perfectly balanced everything.

My mother lived a very frugal life. When she was sixteen, my father tragically died in a car accident. It was only while she was hospitalized that she discovered she was pregnant with his child, infuriating my father-in-law's family. They decided to separate the family and

move to a tenement building in Cheung Chau. It was a 150-square-foot, one-bedroom apartment. She was originally a wealthy young lady, but her stubborn personality was consumed by her family's rebellious spirit. This high-achieving secondary school student gradually developed a personality that didn't resent the love between mother and son like most people. She had to dedicate herself to caring for me, relying solely on the allowance secretly given by my aunt. She sacrificed countless personal joys for me. At

that time, I was still young; it was a difficult time, a beautiful scene—how can I affirm it? But because of her sacrifices for me, I loved her more than anyone else in the world, even myself. Every day, my mother would read to me, knit sweaters, and tutor me. Thanks to my mother's daily bedtime musings about my father-in-law's extensive knowledge of feng shui, coupled with the copyright income from my collection of Tong Yao stories adapted into a tomb-raiding series, I amassed a fortune. At the age of 13, I ranked first among novelists in terms of tax payment of over 1.6 million HKD in my mother's name, a figure that made the publisher a fortune and allowed my mother to buy property with peace of mind. We lived off the remaining copyright fees through bank interest.

However, that year my grades slipped, and an argument with my mother ended badly.

Afterwards, my mother, in tears, slammed her hand on the table and uttered a harsh statement:

"I won't write for you anymore until you're an adult! Laughable heavens! If you let someone else write, I'll go on a hunger strike!" My mother's threats, threatening tears and even her life, were simply because she believed I couldn't possibly give up such enormous profits.

Sometimes I think, if my mother had let me continue writing, even if I couldn't break Hong Kong's record of 100 million HKD in tax payment, becoming the second highest taxpayer in history wouldn't have been a problem.

Unfortunately, I fell in love with... my mother, Ren Piaoting!

"Okay! I'll be good. Don't cry, Mom!" Actually, what I feared most was my mother's health. This was the key to her strict control over me!

I wasn't short of money... For me at that time, the money my mother earned from copying the "Deciphering Series" for me had already lifted me out of poverty. I didn't need money; I just wanted to live a lifestyle that my mother would like! My junior high school years were over.

After graduating from Form 5 at 16, I took six subjects as a self-study student, becoming the youngest candidate in the school's history. I passed the exams with the principal's support. My grades were 5As and 1B. My mother was overjoyed. (Although my mother later strongly opposed my decision not to go to university!) My classmate sold a Western restaurant to my mother, and since it was across from our new home, I started cooking three meals a day for her myself. I also remember buying her skincare products when we went on dates! Most importantly, I would apply them to her face every night before bed!

I remember the first time the makeup artist chose a light purple eyeshadow and applied it to my mother's eyelids, then intensified the effect with purple eyeshadow on the outer corner of her lower eyelid. Remember to apply eyeshadow to the outer corner of your lower eyelid along the lash line, then gently blend it outwards.

A seductive pale purple lip color could make any man's heart flutter.

Her classic beauty, coupled with her inherent wildness, evoked an immediate urge to sleep with her. No wonder she later wore dark glasses to cover her face. Almost the entire picture was beautifully integrated into her exquisite face. It's no exaggeration to say that my mother was a beauty rarely seen in a lifetime. Such a woman, embodying both purity and allure, was naturally a fatal temptation for men.

My mother doted on me during my childhood, always making sure I was well-fed and constantly caring about my well-being. She even bathed me when I was little, and as I grew older, she still bathed me. It turns out that when I was born, she was diagnosed with postpartum depression, and she struggled with the medication for this illness. Treating my mother couldn't be done with medication alone; it also required "heart." My mother was devastated by the sudden blow and was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Fortunately, my aunt took meticulous care of her, preventing a major accident.

I should have been raised by my aunt, but after my mother was discharged from the hospital, she had trouble sleeping. My aunt arranged for my mother to take care of me herself, letting me sleep with her every day. Having me by her side every day helped distract her, and her traumatized heart gradually calmed down. At that time, our family was extremely poor. It was in these difficult circumstances that I experienced the happiness of childhood and boundless maternal love. As a mischievous child, I often snuggled in my mother's arms, and laughter gradually filled our home.

The bond between mother and child is truly inseparable. I've slept in the same bed with my mother since I was little because our house was too small to fit two beds. I'm familiar with my mother's faint fragrance, her sleeping posture, and her habits. Even now, with a two-bedroom apartment, I still hold my mother in my arms every night; otherwise, I can't fall asleep peacefully.

The scales of love suddenly tipped dramatically. My mother poured all her love into me, and from then on, I held the dual roles of son and husband in her eyes. I was both her beloved son and her dear husband, which explained her contradictory and ambiguous attitude towards me—both a kind and gentle mother and a passionate and tender wife.

This is what is known as transference; intense love merges into one, all concentrated in one person.
Every day at home was so sweet. I never leave my mother's side when I look at bills. We do everything together at home, and we cherish our time together, snuggling close. I remember how she always seemed to be there for me, watching over me and fulfilling my every wish. Now, my mother has become my closest girlfriend, a relationship that leaves me both confused and content.

We watch TV together, occasionally go out for meals or stroll on the beach. I often help my mother with housework or tidying up, and we've even shared a kiss in the rain. Yet, facing my mature and sexy mother every day, I appreciate our current close friendship.

As time slowly passes, my gentle yet stubborn mother often gazes at my handsome face for too long, lost in thought, intensely feeling the joy that her beloved son's growth brings her. These warm moments are etched into her heart and mind. Perhaps this is the fundamental reason why I love her so much. My height makes me look like a little adult, a head taller than my peers, making my mother wonder if her son is destined to be different from others in every way.

I've always been healthy and well-cared for by my mother. For my mother, the happy years after my birth gradually replaced and swept away all the shadows in her life. After she slept in my arms, she never suffered from insomnia again, although her dreams were filled with experiences of making love with her son, which always made her blush. It's often said that a mother and child are connected at heart, but for my mother, it was truly one heart. She gave so much; her heart beat only for her son. She

didn't even see herself.

Every day at work, I carefully observe women, but I've found that among all the women I've seen, none can surpass my mother in beauty and charm. Especially the alluring, foxy scent she exudes!

From a young age, I developed a habit of kissing my mother's cheek every day before leaving home. We still do this daily, and everyone takes it for granted. When my mother is about to fall asleep, I gently kiss her forehead, and she returns the kiss. Since then, whether before bed, in the morning, or when she sees me off to work, my mother and I have developed the habit of kissing. It gradually evolved from a light kiss on the forehead to a deep kiss on the lips, and after I started working at 16, it became a passionate kiss, something only lovers would have!

When I come home from work, my mother leans in to kiss me as a greeting, sometimes even putting her tongue in my mouth. I love this kind of kiss, and whenever I have the chance, I always hold my mother and give her a long kiss. After we moved to a new apartment, I didn't allow my mother to worry about life. I wanted her to enjoy the responsibility of taking care of her! Every weekend, my mother and I would take a ferry to Hong Kong to go shopping! I only then realized that my mother had always only gone out with me!

From then on, my relationship with my mother grew stronger, almost like a married couple. Every night before leaving home and going to sleep, I would hold my mother tightly in a passionate kiss, our lips and tongues intertwined! And the duration of our kisses grew longer and longer. My mother would often take a few steps closer to me, and I would reach out and embrace her. Then, she would hook her soft arms around my neck, lift her head, and as I lowered my head, she would close her eyes… Kissing her like this felt incredibly warm and sweet, though her beautiful lips were tightly closed.

I felt that this was my mother's kiss, and I wished it could last a little longer. Her warm, soft body pressed against mine, and my penis, already erect, was pressing against her lower abdomen—she must have noticed!

Her full breasts were also pressed tightly against my chest.

This time, it continued like this, as if my mother was trying to prove her sincerity, as if waiting for me to initiate the kiss. But I didn't want to do that. I felt my heart pounding wildly; excitement and pleasure made me dizzy. Finally, I felt her almost unwillingly, as she slowly pulled away from my embrace, she was slightly out of breath, and so was I.

I pulled her into my arms again. She calmed down, weak and powerless, and pressed her soft, beautiful body against mine once more, hooking her arms around my neck. She gave me another sweet kiss. This time, I gave her a very passionate kiss on the lips, and it didn't seem like she was doing it on purpose. A little aroused, her face flushed, yet she still smiled.

After the dreamlike kiss, a pair of soft, delicate hands gently caressed my cheeks. My mother cupped my face and softly said, "Heavens, do you really think I'm beautiful?" I smiled and pulled my mother into my arms, saying, "Yes, Piaoting is the most beautiful woman in the world." As I said this, unable to resist the drive of my emotions, I suddenly lowered my head and kissed my mother's rosy lips recklessly.

My mother didn't move, only passively leaning against my chest, her body stiffening slightly. I continued kissing her, my joy and anticipation growing stronger. Then, my mother suddenly responded with the same passion, her delicate lips pressing heavily against mine. At that moment, I almost burst into tears. I had finally cracked open a gap in my mother's defenses.

Seizing the opportunity, I passionately kissed the beautiful woman in my arms, starting from her face, her bright eyes, her delicate nose, and then returning to her warm red lips. I explored with my tongue, prying open her tightly closed teeth, teasing her delicate tongue, and we kissed passionately for a while. Only when we were breathless did we reluctantly separate, gazing at each other pantingly for a moment.

That morning, after my 17th birthday, when we had just kissed goodbye, looking at my mother's sensual red lips, I couldn't resist pressing my own lips to hers. My mother's lips relaxed after I repeatedly tried to pry them open with my tongue. I then slipped my tongue into her mouth, and she almost gave up resisting. Our lips were locked together for a long, long time, our tongues locked, sucking each other's saliva. My hands were around her shoulders, holding her close, my tongue exploring her mouth, my hands gently stroking her long, glossy black hair. The desire within her was building; her eagerness for a kiss and the intense heat of her skin were indicative of it. After

a long while, almost breathless, we reluctantly separated. Our eyes met, filled with deep love and passion.

I brought my lips close to her ear and whispered, "Mom, you've suffered so much for me, it's time for you to enjoy life. I want you to be happy and live a good life. I swear, I will make you a happy and fulfilled woman in my lifetime, to make up for all the mistakes I've made of you all these years, and for the emptiness and pain

you've endured." My mother turned her head, her voice poignant and beautiful, a strand of her soft hair brushing against my face. She looked at me with smiling eyes and said, "You, you're not allowed to kiss me for so long anymore. Actually, a kiss when you come back is just as good. I'll just stay home and ask you for money!" I then gave my mother another deep kiss. My mother was even more enthusiastic than I was about the emotional exchange through the intertwining of our tongues, enjoying the warmth and sweetness within. Everything around us that day seemed to disappear.

At that moment, I was especially enjoying sucking on the sweet, smooth saliva from my mother's fragrant mouth, and feeling her soft, pink tongue, savoring its unparalleled smoothness, softness, sweetness, and warmth. Only when our little mouths were quite tired did I reluctantly leave my mother's beautiful lips.

My mother exclaimed, "Heavens! You'll kiss me to death sooner or later, just like my husband..." Hearing my mother say that about my husband, I felt almost like I was floating on air, my excitement overflowing.

My mother's head rested on my shoulder, and she softly said, "It feels so good to be kissed by you!" As she said this, her pretty face flushed, and her jade-like arms tightened their embrace around my waist. Her nose was sharply defined, straight and delicate, her almond-shaped eyes and willow-leaf eyebrows were incredibly captivating! However, from the upturned corners of her eyes, one could tell that her personality was definitely strong-willed.

There is no such thing as unfulfilled talent in this world; it only depends on whether you have tried your best. Love is not just talk; it must be expressed and felt through actions. Therefore, for my mother's love, for loving my mother, I must change, I absolutely must change! To pursue true love, I transcended worldly norms and common sense.

In this world, there is a mother who selflessly gave her entire youth to her beloved son. She never cared what her tomorrow would hold. But her son did care, because I know that if this is a gamble, then my mother is gambling her youth on her son's future! From childhood, I've considered my mother my future wife, but now my fate is in my own hands!

Therefore, I secretly resolved that I could not lose this gamble! For this reason, I would also participate in this gamble, I would continue this gamble with my mother, and I would also gamble my own youth on my mother's future! -- But will heaven let us win? Reaching one's ideal is not easy, even with confidence. My fighting spirit is suppressed! Who decides my fate, my future, the universe within my heart? Do I only want to wave to my ideal with my own hands? With courage, I vow to fight against heaven! …Even with wounds, I will not retreat; marrying my mother is the world I dream of in my heart!

It's been more than half a year since I secretly started trading stocks. At first, I didn't dare to use real money to buy and sell stocks; I only did simulated trading. Perhaps I was born a stock trading genius, or perhaps it was my mother's strict upbringing over the past ten years. When I saw the results of my simulated stock trading at the end of the month-long trial period, I couldn't believe my eyes.

So, I resolutely used my mother's name and my income certificate to borrow six months' salary from the bank as capital to embark on this adventure to realize my dream. A few days ago, I opened a new account with my newly obtained adult ID card, but I was exposed by a confirmation call from the bank.

My mother clearly disapproved of my stock trading, saying, "Good heavens, do you know how risky stock trading is? Besides, our family isn't wealthy; we simply can't afford to play the stock market!" I didn't argue, but when I showed her the bankbook opened in her name, she was stunned when she saw the 5.7 million yuan. Perhaps stock trading really changed my personality, and she acquiesced. But she made me promise that stock trading absolutely wouldn't affect my health, and that I should study more finance books—in stock trading, there's only temporary luck, not eternal luck.

I agreed to all of them. Kissing my mother and smiling, I told her about my childhood dreams. Actually, my mother knew my thoughts, and seeing me grow up, mature, and sensible filled her with pride.

Perhaps others would say that stock trading changed me, but I know that what truly changed me wasn't stocks, but my mother. The more I interacted with her, the more I understood the greatness of her love; she had given so much. If I continued to close myself off, how could I repay her love?

Perhaps it's because we depend on each other for survival! Even now, I'm still quite attached to my mother. Every night after showering, I like to run half-naked to her and hug her to sleep in our new big bed. My mother thinks it's because I don't have a father that I'm so attached to her, so she readily agreed. I've already fallen in love with my mother.

I even started asking her to lick my chest when she sleeps!

After making a wish on my birthday, my mother gave me a deep kiss, and her happiness and joy were evident on her face.

I first pulled Mom onto my lap. She nestled contentedly in my arms, her shapely body radiant. Gazing at her flushed, beautiful face, I felt she was even more captivating tonight. Her breasts trembled slightly with her soft breaths, her eyes narrowed into slits, as if whispering of her tender feelings. Her sensual, bright red lips parted slightly, awaiting my kiss.

Our lips met for a long, deep kiss, our bodies locked in a passionate embrace, our saliva mingling. My hands encircled her shoulders, my tongue exploring her mouth, my hands gently stroking her long, glossy black hair. The desire within Mom had been building, evident in her fervent desire for a kiss and the intense heat of her skin. I continued kissing her, one hand caressing her breasts.

Suddenly, Mom pulled my hand away from our lips.

"Huff...huff...no...heavens..." Mom gasped. She put on a veil and looked at me… “Piaoting! I love you. I love you, please marry me! Okay?” I clearly remember my mother’s expression at that moment. She was stunned for a moment at first, then thought she had misheard, and then her mouth…

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