【Filial piety】(4)

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4.

"Headache!" When I woke up the next morning, I didn't know why, but I had a terrible headache. I stayed in

bed and called to my mother, "Mom, I feel so bad, I don't want to get up, I want a poached egg!"

My mother was wearing pajamas with an apron over them, clearly making breakfast.

"Little Wu, it's not that I'm scolding you, but I told you not to drink so much, but you didn't listen, and now you have a headache. Wait here, I'll make

you rock sugar bird's nest poached eggs!" That was my mother's specialty, and it tasted incredibly delicious. It's just that in the old days, you could still get real bird's

nest ; now it's all fake stuff in bottles. But my mother once said it had a slightly fishy

smell, so it's okay!

I remember my mother drank quite a bit last night, but why doesn't she seem to have any reaction today? She's

old after all; how could she be fine?

I got up and went to the kitchen, hugging my mother from behind. "Mom, are you alright? You drank

quite a bit !"

"I'm fine. I was a little dizzy last night, but I had the best and most restful sleep I've had in years

, so I feel much better today."

"Really? I was wondering why you look so much younger today! Mom, did some young man kiss

you last night?" I tried to ease the awkwardness.

"You brat, haven't you been wild enough? You're even bothering your mother! Go away, what are you doing? Your hand is on

my chest . I didn't get enough of it when I was little, and now you want more?" My mother teased me. I felt too embarrassed to

continue. Embarrassed, I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

"Silly boy, Mom..." I didn't hear what my mother said next, but I wondered what she

was muttering .

After dinner, I kept thinking about how to make my mother's life more fulfilling. Maybe I could find her a companion.

Then I remembered, my classmate from the provincial hospital's father seems to be a widower now, and her mother passed away

a few years ago. I quickly called her. I asked her some questions, and she was quite cooperative. She said her father had always

been single, and this was something she and her siblings had been worrying about. When she heard my suggestion, she immediately agreed

, saying, "That's great! Your mother is so beautiful, my father isn't quite good enough for her. Would she agree?"

"But my mother seems to be five years older than your father, right?"

"My father is 75 this year, and your mother is 80? That shouldn't be a problem, right? Let them meet.

Older people need to see how things go!" She's quite open-minded, even wanting to facilitate a relationship between an older woman and a younger man?

I think that makes sense. I didn't necessarily want to find myself a stepfather, just

a companion . Let them meet first, and if things develop, we'll discuss it with my brothers.

"Mom, my classmate said this morning you need to have a follow-up check-up. It's that classmate from the Provincial Hospital, you've met her!"

"Oh, okay, I've got nothing else to do anyway, I'll go get checked out. This constant bleeding isn't good, even though it's just streaks of blood

each time , I'm still a little scared."

When we got to the Provincial Hospital, my classmate was already waiting at the entrance of the outpatient building. Judging from her attentive manner, I knew

she really liked this marriage. The way she looked at my mother was different now, completely like she was looking at

her stepmother.

Upstairs, when we got to her office, her father was already there! When he saw my mother and his

daughter go in together, he actually stood up quickly, which struck me as odd. I remembered

when we were dating in college, he never gave me a kind look whenever he saw me. In the end, they still

broke us up.

"Hey, hello there, do you remember me?"

My mother looked blank, but was too embarrassed to say she didn't recognize me, so she quickly turned to look at me. At this moment, my classmate

quickly introduced, "Auntie, this is my father. He's here for a check-up today and just happened to have something to do!"

"Oh, Mingyue's father! Hello, hello!" My mother greeted him warmly.

"Dad, how about this, Auntie is here for a follow-up check-up. Xiaowu and I both have things to do, why don't you keep her company?

You know this hospital better than I do." My classmate's father used to be the director of this hospital and later became

the director .

"Sure, sure, Xiaoyue, I'll keep your aunt company. You two go ahead with your work!"

"Look at how attentive your dad is, I've never seen him like this before. He's never given me a warm welcome when I've been to your house before."

"Come on, you really hold a grudge. He's an old man now, and you're doing pretty well now!"

My classmate glanced at me sideways.

"Or maybe we could... hehe!" I smiled ambiguously.

"Go away, get out of here! Who gave you 'ours'? We can do whatever we want with you two, but we're

completely separate!"

"Okay, okay! You're such a good wife and mother now!" I was annoyed by her and didn't try

to get closer.

About an hour later, my mother came back, fuming. She saw me and didn't say a word.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I guessed that old man had been too hasty, maybe even trying to confess his love to

my mother .

"Xiao Wu, is this what you did? And you, Mingyue, I've always treated you like a young girl. Your aunt

is 80 years old this year, how could…" My mother hesitated, not wanting to reveal too much about Mingyue.

"Dad, what did you and Auntie say?" my classmate asked his father anxiously.

"I didn't say anything, I just asked for her opinion on whether we could be together in the future and take care of each other.

She said she's 80 years old and hasn't thought about these things for a long time! Looking at her, I said, 'Are you kidding?

You look like you're only in your 40s. To be honest, I was exaggerating a bit, but you're probably in your 50s.

' That's why I said that. But who knew she would get angry and say I was being indecent and flirtatious with her."

Listening to the old man's account, I basically understood that my classmate's father had taken a liking to my mother and was also

misled by her appearance, thinking that she was using her age to avoid him. His words and tone definitely had a teasing feel to them.

"Auntie, Auntie, don't be angry. To be honest, you can't blame my father. Look at you, no one would doubt that you're in your 50s

." Mingyue tried to smooth things over for her father.

"Alright, alright, don't try to sweet-talk the old lady." My mother was amused. "Your father is a good man,

but I'm not suitable for him. First, I'm too old to take care of him and would become a burden to him. Second..."

" Xiao Wu's father has only been gone for less than a year, I don't want to find myself a new partner so soon."

"Auntie, actually, if you come to our family, we'll definitely be happy. Can we take care of my

little grandson together? My little grandson is your own grandson."

"What did you say?" My mother and I looked at the old man anxiously.

"Dad…!" My classmate immediately panicked, his eyes blazing.

At this moment, his father realized his slip of the tongue and quickly tried to cover it up: "Nothing, nothing, I meant

if we get married, wouldn't my grandson be your own grandson?" Seeing the old man desperately trying to cover it up, I knew

he wouldn't say anything more. I looked at my old classmate.

"Xiao Wu, don't take it to heart. You know what my dad meant. He really likes your mother, and he

hopes my son can become her grandson, that's why he said that."

"Ah, I know, I understand that. Mom, let's go. Since you don't like it, let's just drop

it ." I said goodbye to my mother and went downstairs. My mother remained silent

, still sulking. Usually, when we go out, she likes to link arms with me, but this time she ignored me and walked away on her own.

On the way home, she kept a cold face and didn't let it go. I knew she was really angry, and I didn't dare

to provoke her.

When we got home, she angrily went back to her room alone, without even saying goodbye to me.

I was left alone in the living room, lost in thought. I realized how ill-considered my actions had been. I'd originally intended to be

a matchmaker for my mother, but instead, I'd offended her and caused this whole mess. Even though it was just something Mingyue's father said casually,

it had stirred up a storm within me. Although I suspected the old man was 99% lying

—because shameless people like him would do anything to achieve their goals and were prone to making wild claims—he

was still talking about Mingyue and me, and I couldn't calm myself down.

But then I thought about Mingyue's husband's position as the executive vice mayor and this unfounded rumor, and I

told myself I must never speak of this again, never. Continuing to make a scene wouldn't benefit anyone,

and besides, the truth wasn't even certain. For so many years, I hadn't thought about it, and I couldn't think about it anymore.

At dinner time, I knocked on the door. Seeing it ajar, I knocked twice, but no one answered, so I pushed the door open and went in.

My mother saw me come in, turned around, and lay down with her back to me.

"Mom, are you still angry? It's all my fault, but I meant well. Seeing you so lonely

makes me feel bad too!"

"If you feel bad, why are you so eager to send me away to be a concubine for some old man? If you don't want to take care of

me, you can just leave. Why do you want to find me a companion?" Tears welled in her eyes,

streaming down her face as she spoke.

"I know I was wrong. I didn't mean to send you away; I just want you to be

happy . If you don't want this, I promise I won't mention it again from tonight, okay?"

"What are you thinking? You only came back to take care of me for three days, and you acted like a madman. In the end, you got annoyed and

wanted to send me away? You brat, I know what you're thinking. Don't even think about it! I'll stay with your father until I die."

Looking at my mother's indignant expression, I couldn't help but feel a little moved and a little jealous of her and

my father 's love. These days, no young person seems to have such a timeless love.

I went over and hugged my mother, saying, "Mom, don't be sad. I'm not the kind of son who would force you to marry.

I was wrong, I was wrong, okay?" I gently walked over, knelt beside her, and tenderly stroked

her back, admitting my mistake. My mother looked very aggrieved, but she gradually calmed down under my comforting words.

"Mom knows you mean well, but just thinking about someone getting close to me makes me feel uncomfortable

and itchy , let alone having a stranger share meals and sleep with me."

"Okay, I understand. I won't mention this again. I'll stay home with you, okay?" I

cupped my mother's face in my hands, looking at her. She looked at me too, our eyes meeting, as if trying to see something

in . As we looked at each other, I suddenly felt an arousal below, but the outside of my mother's thigh

was right next to my penis, so she must have felt the change.

I was very embarrassed, but I couldn't show it too obviously. I wanted to kiss her and then stand up, but my lower body

was too awkward, so I bent down and kissed her forehead. As I was about to leave, my mother suddenly grabbed

my head and planted a hard kiss on my lips. "You little rascal, always teasing your mother! Go away, go

cook."

I was stunned for a moment before realizing she'd tricked me again. "Haha, Mom, you're kidding me! What would you like to eat,

my queen mother? Would you like some more red wine?"

"What can you cook, my prince? Your queen mother would like a candlelight dinner tonight, would you?" My mother

played along perfectly. I took her hand and helped her up.

Dinner began in an unusual atmosphere. When I again took my mother's slightly aged but still soft

hand and slowly led her to the dining room, she showed an unusual excitement and shyness, as if she were

anticipating a new chapter in her life. We drank a lot of red wine and slowly shared our family stories.

"Son, you're not going to ask your mother to dance again, are you?" she suddenly asked.

"Yes! Does Her Majesty the Queen still want to dance under your guidance?"

"Alright, son, it's so good to have you by my side when I feel lonely, instead of

that lousy old man you found this afternoon. Although I'm almost 80, I don't like

being with a man I don't know. I think it would be a huge mistake for me to spend the

remaining ."

As she spoke, my mother stood up, intending to go to the restroom. Suddenly, she stumbled and almost fell. "Son, I

can't take it anymore , I've had too much to drink! Help me to the restroom."

Looking at my mother's drunken state, I thought to myself, my mother is also getting on in years, but she has never

had those annoying habits of the elderly, such as being careless about details, acting arrogantly in many situations,

or being unkempt and slovenly. Yet, my mother still pays great attention to her appearance and takes care of

her health. More importantly, she has a youthful mindset; she can accept the hobbies and thoughts of young people.

Often, she's even more progressive and avant-garde than me, and her words and actions frequently surprise me.

Helping her sit on the toilet, she blushed and said, "You can go now, I'm fine. I felt a little

dizzy when I got up. I shouldn't have drunk so much today, I'm a bit lightheaded!"

"Mom drank just right, her face is rosy and radiant, like a peach blossom!"

"You little rascal, trying to charm me again, haha, I won't give you a chance today!" She closed

the bathroom door.

What chance? I wondered. Did I have a chance yesterday? It seems a woman's heart is

truly unfathomable; whether she's an 80-year-old woman or an 8-year-old girl, you can never truly understand her.

My mother washed her hands and came out of the bathroom, saying to me, "Son, please forgive me, I'm getting old and couldn't hold my pee,

so I spoiled your fun. Do you still want to dance with Mom?"

My mother looked at me calmly, without desire or disgust, simply

asking me if I wanted to.

Looking at my mother, I don't know what came over me, but a voice kept floating and calling out in my heart, though I

didn't know what it was!

"No, Mom, let's not dance anymore, son will wash your feet, okay?"

"Hmm..." My mother hesitated for a moment, "Alright, you little rascal, you have so many tricks up your sleeve!"

"What's wrong, Mom?" I asked, puzzled.

"Nothing! Go get some hot water!"

My mother's small feet were placed in the basin of hot water. I couldn't believe my eyes! To be honest, it wasn't

the first time I'd seen my mother's feet, but this was the first time I'd felt this way! My mother's small feet were so white and

shapely, practically flawless! Her feet were symmetrical and unrestrained; full and translucent without being bloated;

smooth and delicate without losing their luster. The instep gently glided down from the calf to the five toes, then

curved gently down to the rounded ankle. At this moment, my mother slightly raised her five toes, like her figure, an

S-shaped curve, simply voluptuous, sexy and alluring. I quickly found a small stool, sat down in

front of my mother's foot bath, and reached out to grab her foot. I felt its smoothness and softness. The instant I grasped it, I clearly

felt my mother's body twitch slightly. Drawn to my mother's feet, I didn't notice her movement.

"Mom, your feet are so soft, not at all like those of an elderly person, and..." I said,

inwardly commenting on the feet of several women I'd touched, thinking that for my mother's age, they

were no less beautiful than those of women in their thirties or forties.

"And what? Why are you grabbing my feet? Didn't you say you were going to wash my feet? What are you groping around for?"

My mother, sitting on the sofa, seemed a little uncomfortable, teasing her flustered son.

"Mom, your feet are so beautiful!"

"You brat, how many women's feet have you seen before, commenting on your mother's feet like that? You're becoming more and more improper!

Alright, that's enough, I'm not washing them anymore, or you'll scrub them raw!" My mother said, pulling her feet out of my hands

, hurriedly drying them with a towel, and slipping on her slippers before going back to her room. I was left standing alone in the living room,

stunned.

I couldn't help but regret my impulsive behavior and felt annoyed at my lewd thoughts. Just as I was hating my

inappropriate words and actions, my mother came out of her room, having changed her clothes.

Her outfit caught my eye; she had changed out of her loungewear and into a tight-fitting bra and

flowing jacket, with a white skirt underneath!

"Oh! Mom, you look so beautiful!" I went over, hugged her from behind, pressed my body

tightly against hers, kissed her hairline, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, do you often

feel lonely? Are you lonely at night?"

"Silly child, what are you saying? Your mother is already 80 years old. She doesn't know what loneliness is anymore. She just

has a lot of time to kill. Besides, an 80-year-old woman's gender is blurred, don't you think?"

"I know, your son is flesh of your flesh, so I should understand your feelings even more.

To help you, I went back and discussed with Limin about moving back as soon as possible, regardless of whether she agrees or not."

I realized our conversation wasn't really about a mother and son discussing something, so I quickly changed the subject.

"You call that a discussion? You shouldn't talk to Limin anymore. If you move back and

keep arguing , I can't stand it. Also, there are your security guards. Even though you don't allow them to get close to the old house,

it's still awkward to see strange people loitering around. So it's better this way!

Come back and visit your mother when you have time!"

Although our conversation had changed, I didn't loosen my embrace. My mother

stayed quietly in my arms, enjoying my hug from behind. I gently placed my left hand

on caressing it tenderly through her clothes. This was something I often did as a child, so

it was natural to do it again today. My mother didn't object; she leaned back, resting her head on my shoulder, and slowly closed her eyes.

"Son, Mom likes being in your arms; it feels like I've found the feeling of being a woman again!"

"Really? Didn't you feel like a woman when I kissed you yesterday?" I blurted out,

emboldened .

"Silly child, that went too far. You're my son. It's okay for me to treat you like a man sometimes, but…

" My mother suddenly stopped, perhaps because she felt the change in my lower body—my hard

penis pressing against her buttocks. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Let go of Mom; your thing shouldn't react to Mom!" My mother said shyly, and I felt embarrassed too

. I quickly released her, bent over, and gave an awkward smile.

"Silly boy, you can't even stand Limin leaving for a few days? Don't tell me you don't have other women outside. Are you and

Mingyue really over?" My mother changed the subject.

"Mom, I swear to God, since we broke up, I haven't held her hand again, let alone... I really

haven't!"

"Really? What about those girls at your company?" My mother glanced at me sideways.

"Hehe!" I laughed awkwardly, because I had indeed slept with my company secretary. And once, thinking

my mother wasn't home, I brought her to the old house, and she happened to run into us. She politely saw us off, and that night...

She called me home and gave me a good scolding.

"Mom, that's not fair! I was just confused for a moment, why do you keep holding a grudge? You didn't tell Limin

, did you?" "Alright, alright, I won't say anything more. Just be nicer to Limin from now on."

"I know, but she's not here now. I'll be nicer to this woman in front of me. Come on, beautiful lady, let

your son dance a waltz with you!" Feeling better, I went over and took my mother's hand.

My mother gracefully twirled to the music as I led her.

"Mom, to be honest, you're so youthful, you don't look 80 at all, you look like someone born in the 80s!" "

Really? I wish I were that young, the same age as you, and I'd be your wife!" "

Really? But Mom, if you really were born in the 80s, I might not be able to catch you."

"Why?"

"Mom, look at you, you're still so charming. If you were that age, wouldn't there be many suitors?

The competition would be fierce!"

"Son, that's what I dislike most about you. You always give up easily, you have no fighting

spirit, no determination to succeed!"

"Ah, Mom is right. I'll definitely put in my best effort and win you over."

"Oh, what are you saying? That sounds so awkward. I said 'if,' you understand

? Look at what you're saying, people didn't listen to the context, it's like you and I are doing something."

"What else could we be doing? Mother and son talk, we just say whatever comes to mind, why should we hold back

?" I said dismissively.

"Son, Mom wants you to hold me like you did yesterday, okay? The scent of your masculinity makes me

a little dizzy!"

"Really? Mom, then just treat me like your little lover, and enjoy

the tenderness ."

"Go away, you little brat, you're so arrogant! That's awful! When have I ever had a little lover? Your father has been my only man in my

life ! I'm already 80 years old, and besides, you're my son. There won't be anything between us.

So, Mom just wants to recapture the feeling of when I was dating your father!"

"Oh. Okay, son will definitely cooperate!" We talked and danced, and slowly our bodies drew

closer again. The friction caused my penis to swell once more, pressing against my mother's lower abdomen. But this time, she

didn't pull away; instead, she stared intently at me. I didn't want to leave my mother's body either, and we

swayed to the music. When our eyes met, I couldn't help but say emotionally, "Mom, you've worked so hard, raising

five of us, but now you live alone, with no one to take care of you!"

"Thank you for thinking of me, son. I'm already very content. Having you back to keep me company,

taking care of me like a man, and showing me interest like a man—thank you, my child!"

My mother spoke earnestly, but I felt embarrassed by my own thoughts. "I'm sorry,

son shouldn't have such lewd thoughts about his mother!"

"Alright, Mom isn't blaming you. I've already said, a man shouldn't be unresponsive to a woman.

If there's no response, there are only two reasons: either the woman isn't attractive enough, or the man has a physical problem! Now

Mom truly has confidence in her body again." My mother spoke softly, as if talking to herself, yet also as if confiding in

me. I gazed at her tenderly, suddenly noticing that she had applied red lipstick when she went in, making it look luscious,

and she also wore blue eyeshadow, which, combined with the faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, gave her a unique charm.

I lowered my head and kissed her.

"Mmm!...Mmm...Boy...What are you doing!" Although she didn't initiate, she didn't

pull away . Our tongues intertwined, sucking each other's saliva. When I tried to slip my hand inside my mother's clothes

to actually touch her breasts, she gently lowered her arm, blocking my hand. I didn't

push forward forcefully, but pulled my hand back and wrapped it around her waist.

When we were breathless from kissing, we finally released each other: "Boy, I'm your mother!"

"Mmm, I know!" I replied.

The dance lasted for 30 minutes. What was hidden beneath my mother's calm exterior? I didn't know.

"Let's go to sleep!" I calmed myself down.

"Okay, sweetie! Have a good dream?" My mother seemed playful, "You're always like that, better than your father!"

"Mom, what did you say?" She spoke quickly, and I didn't hear her clearly.

"Nothing!"

I took my mother back to her room, helped her lie down, and then went back to my room to sleep. In the middle of the night, I nervously got up,

but I noticed that the light in my mother's room wasn't on as usual. Perhaps she was tired from the day and fell asleep,

having sweet dreams.

My nights, however, were far from peaceful. In my dreams, I ran frantically, chasing after all sorts of women—white,

black , Asian, old, young, even transvestites—a bizarre and surreal array. Finally, I caught up and

pulled a woman into my arms. I excitedly and joyfully tore at her clothes, but I could never get them all off. I was

exhausted and drenched in sweat, or rather, I was sweating profusely from impatience.

Finally, after a long struggle to remove her clothes, I impatiently thrust inside her, and her beautiful

body writhed and moaned in my arms. Then, I finally saw the woman's face clearly—it was

my mother! Her pubic hair, white and gray, danced before my eyes. I was jolted awake, startled, feeling

drenched in sweat.

I lay there in the darkness, eyes wide open, wondering what was wrong with me. To be honest, I often thought of

myself as a womanizer, but tonight's dream truly shocked me. I'd had similar erotic dreams before, but

I'd never dreamt of my own mother. How could this be? I suddenly wondered if I had a strange

sexual orientation? It took some thought.

But, well… maybe… actually, no, maybe it wasn't. Perhaps the stimulation during the day, combined with

the passionate kiss with my mother after drinking that night, had left me a little disoriented! Thinking about this, I couldn't help but recall my

two deep kisses with my mother, which happened on two consecutive days, and were incredibly passionate—I never expected it. At that moment,

I actually savored the feeling of kissing my mother. Her lips were so soft, her tongue still so agile, and

her mouth tasted sweet—there wasn't a single unpleasant sensation. Her teeth were all intact; she didn't seem like an 80-year-old

woman. I really felt something.

"Go away, Xiao Wu, what's wrong with you? How could you be so vulgar? She's your...your

mother , how could you defile her like this?" I scolded myself, and at the same time, I was shocked by my own thoughts.

But what if my mother longed for my caresses?

What if she also found comfort in my embrace and kisses? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel uneasy. My mother's behavior! No, no, no

! I dared not think about it anymore. My mother is 80 years old; she needs her son's filial piety, nothing else! Her son shouldn't

put any pressure on her! It's extremely important for my mother to spend her later years in peace, and that's my responsibility.

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