【Filial piety】(8)

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8.

My mother's 80th birthday was a lively affair.

The whole family sat around a large table, taking turns to wish her a happy birthday.

My mother sat in the center, with my eldest sister-in-law beside her on her right. Next were my second brother and his family of three, my third brother, my fourth brother, and

my family of three. Midway through, my eldest brother and nephew both called and kowtowed to wish my mother a happy birthday over the phone!

My mother looked around, her eyes slightly moist.

"Thinking about my eighty years of life, I can say it has been happy and fulfilling!" My mother says this every year

.

My mother was a college student before the liberation, and she was exceptionally talented in writing: "Before the founding of the People's Republic of China , I was a diligent student.

Although my family was wealthy, because I was born out of wedlock, I never experienced warmth or affection from my family. Only my mother gave

me the greatest love and support, encouraging me to continuously study and strive for improvement. After graduation, I met your father, and we spent

our lives together, supporting each other through thick and thin. But in the end, he still left me. So, for the past year, I

have felt extremely lonely! Finally, finally, just recently..."

My mother said this, glancing intentionally or unintentionally in my direction. "I've thought it through. He's gone, but

I still have you, my sons, to accompany me." Right, my daughters-in-law are so filial and sensible, my

grandchildren are so adorable. Although my eldest son and eldest grandson couldn't come today—they're busy with their work and

studies—their success makes me very happy. And with your sister-in-law representing them, I felt

their filial piety. Therefore, with all of you here, I shouldn't feel lonely!

I will carefully cherish the memories of the past, and I will savor every minute of the future, so that in

the final days of my life I can still fulfill my responsibilities as a mother, and that my children can continue to live happily surrounded by my

love and care ! Although now my... "The care may only be symbolic now, but I believe it brought

you happiness and fulfillment!"

The mother paused, her expression overflowing with relief. "Eldest daughter-in-law, you supported

your little family, giving those two men who had been wandering far from home a longing to return! Thank you. Okay, let

me get to the point. The reason I'm speaking so solemnly today is because I want to express a

pain that has been hidden in my heart for fifty years. The eldest son is gone, Fang Qiong, as his sister-in-law, you must listen carefully. In the future, relay my words to

him and his son. I truly hope that you can fulfill this wish for me while I'm still alive. Fifty-two years ago..." I also

had a daughter, two years younger than my eldest and one year older than my second. When she was three, she was tricked and taken abroad by one of my

college classmates. My classmate's name was Li Xiaojie, and she was my best

friend at the time. Who would have thought she would deceive my child? Because of this child, your father was so angry that he stayed in the hospital

for half a year. For so many years, this matter has been an unresolved knot and an indelible

pain in your father's and my hearts. So, whichever of you has the opportunity, try to find out more. You must always remember that

you have an older sister or younger sister!" My mother spoke emotionally, and we couldn't help but shed tears as well.

"Don't worry, Mom, I will definitely ask someone to find out! No matter what, I will always remember that I have an

older sister!" I looked at my mother as she spoke of the pain she had carried for so many years, and I was also deeply moved.

"Fifth brother, fourth brother, second brother, third brother, we will remember what Mom said. Today is Mom's 80th birthday,

let's talk about something happy!" My sister-in-law saw that the situation was not right and quickly changed the subject.

Hearing my sister-in-law interrupt, I knew she didn't want my mother to be too sad and wanted to agree, so I turned to look at her. I noticed her

face was flushed, her eyes were always watery, and her voice was sweeter. She

was looking at . Seeing this, my second sister-in-law couldn't help but tease, "Oh, Xiao Wu, what kind of stimulant did you give your sister-in-law? Look

how excited she is!" Her words, though unintentional, struck a chord, making my sister-in-law blush and become flustered. Fortunately,

I smoothed things over for her: "Didn't I promise her three months of paid leave next year to visit my brother in Europe?"

"Oh, is that so?" My mother was very happy with my arrangement.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

The waitress led Mingyue and her son in.

"Auntie, wishing you boundless happiness and longevity! Yuyi, please kowtow to Grandma too!"

"Oh! Wishing you good health and eternal beauty, Grandma, will you give me a red envelope?" The child knelt on the ground

and asked, not getting up. Everyone present laughed. Although I really dislike this child named Yu Yi, he

is Mingyue's child after all, so I had to extend that affection to him today!

"Yi'er, you can't talk to Grandma like that!"

"It's alright, he's just a child, it's alright!" Mom was happy to see Mingyue and her son arrive, and pulled the

child to her side, asking, "How old is he?"

"Thirteen years old, almost fourteen, Grandma!" Hearing this child call me Grandma, I felt incredibly uncomfortable.

This Mingyue was supposed to live with me, but now she's showing off in front of me with someone else's son.

At this moment, I saw Li Min glaring at me fiercely. I quickly turned my head away, pretending I hadn't seen anything.

Although I had pleaded with her beforehand, begging her not to be upset that Mingyue was here, hoping

she would give me face in front of everyone, when it really came down to it, she still couldn't help but glare at me with the fiercest

look as if she wanted to kill me.

Although she knew that Mingyue and I were no longer together, the thought that her husband's ex-girlfriend was attending

our family dinner made her uncomfortable! I completely understand that.

Mingyue let the child play with the other children and came over to sit with Limin.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they are the two strangest women in the world. When they

are , they are extremely disdainful of each other, never saying a nice word. But when they

are together, they are incredibly friendly. And when they are together, they are extremely disdainful of me! They never say a good word about me.

This has been the case since university, and it hasn't changed! The only change is that back then

I belonged to Mingyue, and now I belong to Limin!

I once told my daughter that the most amazing thing in the world is women! My daughter doesn't understand!

"Your mother-in-law looks so young today! She looks only in her fifties!" Mingyue said to Limin.

"Oh! You're right, sometimes I don't understand what's going on with their family."

"Is it a genetic mismatch? They all just keep getting older, never showing their age. Look at your stinky man,

he looks like a guy in his twenties. People have said I'm his older sister several times, I'm older than him…" Limin pouted at me as

she spoke .

"Limin, what are you saying? What 'my stinky man'? It's obviously your stinky man! Don't try to pin this

on . I never interfere in your affairs. You know about that time your stinky man took Auntie to

our company's physical exam? My father went too, and after seeing Auntie, he's fallen head over heels for her!"

Mingyue interrupted Limin before she could finish, explaining why she was there that day!

Limin chuckled, "Our mother-in-law is that charming? But then again, men,

no matter how old, are naturally attracted to women!"

"Hey, hey, don't be sarcastic, your mother-in-law! It has nothing to do with me. But you're right, what

man isn't attracted to women? I told my father she didn't agree, so he wanted me to come today to make one last effort.

But I know Auntie is a woman of her word, and I wanted to come and wish her a happy birthday, so fine! Just don't say anything

else !" Hearing Mingyue say this, my lingering doubts disappeared. After all, her father's words that day had made me

overthink things.

"Dad, are you still drinking? We went to see a movie and ride the roller coaster. Grandma, you drank too?

Dad must have gotten you drunk. He always gets Mom drunk at home!" My daughter blurted out, spouting nonsense

when .

"Hehe! Silly girl, Dad wouldn't dare get Grandma drunk. Grandma's happy today! Her children and grandchildren are so filial and she's

in good health! You all should give Grandma a toast before you leave!" Hearing this, the five

children lined up and shouted, "Wishing Grandma good health and boundless happiness!" My mother gave each of them a big

red envelope , and they disappeared in a flash.

Mingyue watched her son and the Chen family's grandchildren celebrating her birthday. She wanted to say something, but seeing that no one was paying much

attention, she didn't say anything.

The banquet lasted for more than three hours. My brothers and I all drank too much, and our three wives drove

our brothers away. My eldest sister-in-law, Mingyue, and Limin went shopping together. As they left, each of them glanced

at , but none of them paid any attention to me. They said they were going to some kind of slimming salon, but I didn't understand.

"I'm staying home tonight, take care of the children!" They left before I could finish speaking.

Since the driver had left with the three of them, I didn't want to call another driver, so I had to help my mother out to hail a taxi home

.

"Mom, your youngest son is still the best, even though they've all left, your son is here with you!"

"Hello, hello, I don't know what you're thinking about!" My mother had drunk a bit too much, and

her usually stern words in the taxi startled even herself. We looked at each other, both

regretting our words!

"Old lady, you're getting old, try to be more open-minded. Everything belongs to your son, give it to them if you should!" I

couldn't help but chuckle at the driver's words. But my mother blushed for no reason.

After getting out of the car, I went from supporting my mother's arm to encircling her waist, and we walked home together, leaning on each other.

After entering the house, I pulled my mother into my arms, quietly gazing at her, who looked exceptionally beautiful today.

Looking at her flushed face, flushed from drinking and excitement, her delicate eyebrows, and her

round eyes, I felt a pang of nostalgia, as if I were transported back to my childhood, seeing my beautiful mother again. "Mom,

" I said, "let me have a little more red wine with you. Today is your 80th birthday, the happiest day for your youngest son. I

feel you didn't drink enough earlier, did you? Let me keep you company a little longer. Besides, red wine is good for the elderly." Hearing

this, my mother looked up at me, then suddenly burst into a swaying, giggling laugh. "You little rascal, are you really going to get your mother drunk

? What are you trying to do?"

"Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, what are you thinking? I didn't mean anything by it..."

"Is that so? You..." My mother looked at me meaningfully.

"Mom, you look really beautiful today, you could say you're just as beautiful as Limin and Mingyue!" I said, offering a little flattery, but

I knew that most of what I said was genuine.

"Really? Mom, do I look really beautiful today? Although I know you're just flattering me, I

feel like I've gained a lot of feminine beauty. I'm sure some young man is smitten!"

"Yes, there's a young man who can't wait!"

As if looking into my mind: "Xiao Wu, you...you...have you thought it through?" My mother asked,

her breath coming in short gasps.

"Yes! I'll have a drink with you, Mom!"

My mother went to the kitchen, took two wine glasses, poured them full of red wine, and looked at me

without picking them up.

I went over, picked up one of the glasses, took a sip, but didn't swallow. I just held it in my mouth,

looking at my mother. At that moment, my mother and I were completely in sync. She knew what I was going to do. Her body trembled slightly,

but despite her hesitation, she still leaned in. I kissed her, and she parted her lips slightly. The red wine

flowed between our mouths!

Then she went over, picked up the other glass, took a sip, and poured the red wine into my mouth as well. Then

our eyes met, and we exchanged glasses like lovers.

Neither of us spoke, just looked at each other silently. Almost simultaneously, we

reached out and hooked our hands together, drinking the remaining half of our glasses as if we were drinking from the same cup.

My mother looked at me, waiting for my next move.

I lifted her chin and kissed her lips again.

"Mmm...mmm..." My mother struggled, but it was only symbolic. She quickly

returned my kiss with the same passionate kiss as three months ago.

I gently stroked her back, lightly exploring her buttocks with my hands,

gently , teasing her nerves.

My mother's breathing became noticeably uneven, and her eyes showed a longing look, but she remained reserved and did not

beg for mercy.

Today is my mother's eightieth birthday, and I will not keep her waiting too long. I am a dutiful

son , and I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom once more.

"No, no...Wu'er, Mom begs you, please...dance with Mom!"

But I paid no heed. At this moment, I had no mind for flirting; my whole body felt like it was about to explode. I

didn't know if I would tear my mother's clothes to shreds.

My mother was limp, as if she had no bones. Looking at my flushed face, she knew she

was doomed ! She knew that what she both longed for and feared would happen today.

"Xiao Wu!" my mother called softly. This time, her voice sounded more like a moan, more like longing. Compared to that night

three months ago, there was less tension and conflict, more calm and acceptance.

I laid my mother flat on the bed and gently kissed her red lips. My mother seemed excited and quickly

stuck out her tongue, but I didn't take it in. I moved away from her lips and towards her ear, sucking on

her earlobe, leaving her red tongue awkwardly sticking out. My mother wasn't angry. She knew her

son too well. She understood why he hadn't kissed her back. She knew her son was plotting something bigger

, and who knew what kind of mischief he might do to her later! But what could she do? No matter

how intense the impact, how savage the assault, how frenzied the violation, she could only silently

endure it. Her mother, filled with anticipation and trepidation, licked her slightly dry lips, then closed them again

, remaining silent. She was prepared to face any storm.

I lifted her coat, unbuttoned all her shirts, and saw that she was wearing the Victoria's Secret outfit I had

bought —bright red, sexy and glamorous. I

gently stroked her skin along the bra straps. My mother opened her eyes and looked at me: "Xiao Wu, Mom…"

She hesitated, then said nothing, turning her head to the side and closing her eyes again.

I could see her lips trembling, her tense hands gripping the sheets tightly, her breathing

quickening.

I unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned her pants, and slipped my hand inside her underwear. My mother's lower abdomen

had loose skin, wrinkled with the marks of time and multiple pregnancies, giving it a feel

somewhat like crumpled homespun cloth, yet it felt smooth to the touch. As I moved further down, I could feel its moist

softness; beneath the sparse downy hair were layers of tender flesh, warm and

elastic , like spring grass or water plants in a swamp. My fingers gently brushed across this mound,

softly probing the entrance to the secret passage, lightly scraping each cell of that soft flesh. My mother gently

bit her lower lip, her pretty face flushed red.

I touched her clitoris, and my mother's whole body convulsed. With each touch,

she would involuntarily twitch, like leaves vibrating in the wind, each time without warning, yet

sudden. I traced my fingers down her moist crevice, brushing past her urethra,

feeling it involuntarily opening and closing.

"Little...Little...Fifth, no..." My mother's words were like a moan, a suppressed emotion, and a release, but

she still only whispered her name, "Fifth Child," like a mosquito's buzz.

I looked at my mother's face, flushed red, her breath sweet, her eyes alluring, her moans seductive. I was losing control.

Looking at the beauty in my arms, her eighty-year-old body so delicate, like

a woman not yet fifty, my heart pounded.

My hand moved downwards, my fingers slowly slipping into my mother's vagina. It was so hot inside that I couldn't

control myself. I gently teased her with my fingers, lightly scraping against the folds of her vagina.

"Little...Fifth..." my mother whispered, yet with extreme restraint, calling my childhood name. My mother's body

trembled slightly with my touch; perhaps I had touched something?

I knew how hard my mother was enduring this, and I felt a pang of pity, but I also wanted

to arouse . When I inserted my second finger, my mother's moans became much louder,

but she still suppressed herself, not letting her pleasure run wild. I really didn't want to "torture" my

mother anymore, so I got up and began to remove her top. As I lifted her, she gently bent over. The clothes came off

, revealing her snow-white skin, inevitably bearing the marks of time. Her large breasts, like

steamed buns lay flat on her chest, only the nipples standing proudly!

My mother's legs were long and straight, rare for her age. Although her skin appeared

somewhat loose, the inner thighs were snow-white and delicate, with faint blue veins visible, and the skin's

luster still dazzling. My mother quietly revealed herself to me. I gently grasped her breasts; they were full,

soft, and elastic—a wonderful feel I thought only my own mother could possess. Then I remembered what

the head of the gynecology department at the provincial hospital had said: this breast milk was extremely disproportionate to my mother's age. My mother's nipples were large, not

the shriveled and sunken feel of those of older women.

The black grapes on my mother's breasts were crystal clear, smooth, and alluring. I took one into my mouth and

gently .

"Five...five...five!" My mother's lower lip was tightly bitten, leaving a deep teeth mark. I

knew she was on the verge of collapse.

I didn't delay any longer and started to take off her pants. The pants, already undone,

were easy to remove once her buttocks were lifted, and my mother's buttocks were already raised. Although you wouldn't notice unless you looked closely,

I easily removed her pants and underwear.

When my mother once again presented her eighty-year-old body, weathered by time yet still beautiful,

framed by snow-white hair and veiled by gray pubic hair, before me, I felt

a pang of shame, and my mother felt the same.

After all, we were in the sunlight today.

My mother tightly clamped her legs together.

I didn't disturb her body further, but stood up and slowly began to unbutton

my own clothes, one button at a time. My mother's eyes were closed, but she could feel my rhythm; with each movement, her body

tensed .

The sound of me loosening my belt nearly drove my mother to a complete breakdown. Her tightly closed eyes suddenly

opened —no, not opened, but her eyes rolled back in her head, her whole body tensing. After a few

erratic swallows, she seemed to calm down a bit.

I took off my clothes and tossed them aside.

My mother was completely aroused; I could see she had reached her breaking point. She needed her man,

her lover, her son to give her one last blow.

Unlike last time, I didn't touch her pubic hair with my hand, but instead used my penis to tease

the few strands wrapped around her clitoris.

My mother's face flushed red, and her lower lip was faintly tinged with red.

I parted her legs; this time, the resistance was merely symbolic.

I gave her no time to think, nor did I give myself any. We didn't say a

word. I suddenly straddled my eighty-year-old mother, gently

thrusting between her slightly bent, M-shaped legs.

"Ah!" I couldn't help but let out a pleasurable cry, feeling my glans enter a warm,

moist cavity, taut yet smooth. I thrust in without hesitation. I let my impulses run wild,

let my love run wild, let my desire run wild. And my mother, with her eyes tightly closed, let her son have his way.

When I inserted my glans, I felt my mother's entire body tense up like a steel plate, hard as steel. But

when I went all the way in, reaching the entrance of the palace where she had conceived us brothers, my mother suddenly

relaxed as if she had no strength left. I thought to myself, "Oh no, could my movements be too stimulating, making it

unbearable for her?" But before I could even react, hot, lustful fluid gushed

from splashing onto my glans! My mother had an orgasm! ...

When I lifted my mother's legs onto my shoulders, making her sparse, graying pubic hair-covered vulva even more

prominent in front of me, my mother was completely overwhelmed with shyness! As I thrust in and out,

my mother's panting could no longer fully satisfy her rapidly beating heart. She gasped, "Fifth son, don't do that,

my back can't take it!"

Knowing my mother's body as I do, her back is still very flexible, not like an eighty-year-old woman!

Perhaps it wasn't her back that couldn't take it, but rather the feeling of shyness that was unbearable for others. I didn't relax, nor did I

lower my mother's legs; I continued thrusting forcefully into her cervix! Soon, my mother

screamed under my thrusting and climaxed again!

In the sunset, golden light shone on my mother's face, making it glow with a golden radiance. This was a woman's

most beautiful moment, and my mother was no exception. Her satisfaction, her languor, her tenderness, her weakness,

along with the warm fluid flowing from her lower body, enveloped and soaked her son completely.

From afternoon to evening, in the sunlight and by candlelight, my mother climaxed countless times, and

I ejaculated countless times inside her. Throughout the entire process, my mother didn't groan once, but

steadfastly endured the love and caresses of her man.

"Mom, your son recorded this whole process with four cameras, we..."

"Yes, Mom knows. You must keep it safe. If others see it, it will have a huge impact on you, son,

and on our family..." My mother only had her son in her heart.

"Mom, I love you! I want to take this out and look at it when I have time, to relive

the feeling of the first time I entered your body!"

"Mom loves you too, my man! But now get up, make some hot water, take a bath, get dressed, and sit

in the living room!"

"Why?" I asked, puzzled.

"No reason, just listen to Mom!"

"Okay!" I checked the time; it was time to get up. We had been entangled in bed for over five hours.

When I sat down in the living room, Mom, dressed simply and neatly, also got up. She

looked even younger and more beautiful than at noon, her rosy face radiating vitality, but she walked

with a slight limp. I laughed at her, and she came over and hit me! I didn't dare dodge, but her hits felt more like caresses.

"Why are you sitting so formally? I want to hold my woman and be intimate with her on the pillow."

"Hmm..." My mother groaned involuntarily as she listened to me. "Silly boy, I know you want

to lie there with your naked mother, and I want you to hold me too. But if this continues, you

'll kill me. I'm eighty years old, and you've been doing this to me for over five hours straight... I've never

had enough of you. I don't want to..." My mother said this, then suddenly realized that her words implied a long

future ahead, and she choked.

"Mom, you said it! I'll come to visit you every day from now on!"

"Go away, you brat, what kind of person do you think I am? Every day? My body can't take it! You only come once or twice

a month ..." My mother suddenly realized she had said something wrong again. "Eek!"

she exclaimed, covering her face and stamping her foot. "It's all your fault, all your fault, you brat! You ruined my reputation and made

me say such shameless things!"

Seeing my mother's embarrassment made me very happy. At the same time, not only was I happy, but my

little brother saluted my mother again. Somehow, my mother saw it and reached out and lightly slapped it through my pants

. "You're such a lecher! You've been crazy all afternoon, and you still won't behave!"

My mother said, limping as she got up. "I'll cook for you!"

"Mom, no need, I'm not hungry!"

"After all that hard work all afternoon, how can you not be hungry?" My mother said, realizing that what I was doing was to

her. She also leaned against the door frame, panting.

I walked over and hugged her from behind, just like in August, pressing my erect penis into

her buttocks. "Mom, on your ninetieth birthday, I want you to serve me like this again!"

"Mmm!" My mother gently turned her head and kissed me. "Mom will! Yes, as long as my son

still wants , no matter how old I am, I will serve my man well. But in these ten years,

you won't want me even once more, will you? Are you going to make me wait until that day?"

"No..."

"Son, no matter what, I will maintain my body, keep my limbs supple, keep

my skin smooth and elastic, keep my body vibrant, and keep my face from looking so old!

I want to still be able to attract my son like this on my ninetieth birthday, I want my vagina

to still be like a juicy abalone, for my son! I want my face not to be covered in wrinkles that are unsightly."

"I want to greet my son's kiss with a relatively smooth face," my mother

whispered in my ear.

"Thank you, Mom, for dressing up for your son! Your son will die for a beautiful woman! But, from now on, you'll have

a birthday every month, right?"

"You mean you want Mom to go through this every month?"

...

"Mom, let's not talk about that. Do you remember what you said to me after we first drank red wine? You said

you couldn't sleep alone, even in the middle of summer you felt a chill! So

tonight

, your son won't let you sleep alone!" My mother blushed and said, "That's fine, but you can't...you can't get any more excited,

Mom's tired!"

Seeing my excited expression, my mother smiled indulgently and casually said, "You brat,

you're so , you're even playing around with an eighty-year-old woman!"

"Mom, what did you say?"

...

(The End)

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