[Back to when my mother was mature]

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(Part 1)
2012 hasn't arrived yet, but I have a feeling the end of the world is fast approaching. Winter break is here, and
I learned from my homeroom teacher that I ranked 31st out of 45 students in my class. While 31st isn't terribly bad, it's still
within the bottom fifteen. This result completely fails to meet my parents' expectations. My parents have always had
high expectations for me, spending money and pulling strings to get me into the top class of a prestigious high school. Actually, with my grades, I
could be in the top five in a regular class, but so what? I'm in the top class. Expectations are always like this, always comparing themselves to higher standards
, a comparison that drives you crazy.
Although the report card won't arrive home for another week, my parents definitely know the teacher has already announced the rankings
. Even if I don't say anything, they'll still call the teacher to inquire.
It's senior year now. After three years of hard work, my grades still can't catch up with others. This winter break won't be easy; next semester
will be almost entirely mock exams, and finally, the college entrance exam. So I hadn't even thought about going anywhere fun, but bringing
home these grades would definitely make my parents' faces look terrible. And their disappointed expressions would break my heart.
My parents have sacrificed so much for me. My father is an ordinary low-level cadre in the Industry and Commerce Bureau; his salary is decent,
but he's far from wealthy. He doesn't smoke or drink, and after paying my mother household expenses each month, he doesn't save much money.
Whenever he has extra money, he goes to the bookstore to buy me various study materials or designer clothes to encourage
me to study hard. My mother is a very refined woman; she runs a skincare counter in a shopping mall. It's not tiring,
the environment is okay, and her income is about the same as my father's. Unlike the traditional "strict father, kind mother" relationship, my father dotes on me,
but my mother is stricter. But I know they both want what's best for me; deep down, they hope I
'll be successful.
Thinking about this, I arrived at my door, rang the doorbell, and my mother opened the door. She employs
staff at her counter, so she has more free time.
"Mom," I called out when I saw her open the door.
"Zihao, you're back! How did your exams go?" Without saying much, my mother asked me straight about my grades as soon as I got home.
"I didn't do well, I came in 31st." I didn't try to hide anything; I knew it was better to be honest
.
"Why can't you improve, the same old story?" Seeing me standing there blankly, my mother said, "Alright, alright, go take
a shower and change your clothes. Dinner will be ready when your dad gets back."
"Okay." I replied, feeling like I'd done something wrong, and went inside to put my things down, grab my clothes, and take a shower.
The warm water seemed to wash over me, and the hot water rinsed my body. Then I heard the door open outside.
"Dad, you're back? Zihao didn't do well again. Why can't this kid improve?" Mom
said to Dad quietly.
"Hey, Xiaoyu, it's good that the child did his best. It's almost Chinese New Year, let him have a happy time.
There's still time after the New Year, we can catch up then, he'll definitely improve. His foundation wasn't good when he was younger, and
we tried to catch up when things got better, but he's a step behind others. Zihao is very hardworking, and his character
is good. Look at Junhua's son, he doesn't like studying and even gets into fights. It seems our Zihao isn't a
very good child, is he?" Although I could hear the disappointment in my father's voice when he learned the results, he still loved
me so much.
"You, you just spoil your son. Okay, after he finishes his bath, we can eat. Put your things down and go
wash your hands in the kitchen. "
Hearing my parents' conversation, I made up my mind to study hard. I didn't want to hear my father's disappointed sighs again
.
"Ah!" Suddenly, I felt an electric shock all over my body—not just a feeling, I was really shocked! We have an electric
water heater at home, and Haier claims to have some kind of "anti-electric shock wall," so I usually don't unplug it when I shower. Although
my father has told me this several times, I still haven't taken it to heart.
My nerves went numb all at once, everything went black, and I lost consciousness.
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In April 1984, the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China and the State Council decided to further open up
14 port cities: Dalian, Qinhuangdao, Tianjin, Yantai, Qingdao, Lianyungang, Nantong, Shanghai, Ningbo, Wenzhou, Fuzhou, Guangzhou, Zhanjiang, and Beihai
. Economic and technological development zones were gradually established. From 1985 onwards,
economic open zones were successively opened in the Yangtze River Delta, the Pearl River Delta, southeastern Fujian, and the Bohai Rim region.
In my city in southern China, thanks to the reform and opening-up policy, factories began to be built, various training
courses were launched, and with the influx of foreign companies, there were more foreign faces in the town.
Yes, reform and opening up—I was living through that era.
I had time-traveled! I had returned to 25 years ago. Fortunately, I hadn't traveled to some barren land; it was still
my hometown, only this hometown had become extremely unfamiliar. I've been awake for over ten days now. My body is still the same
, and my consciousness is still my own. Although it's hard to imagine, I've accepted
the fact that I've "time-traveled. "
I remember about ten days ago, at 18, I time-traveled while taking a shower, ending up naked in this
era. When I was conscious, I was in the room of an elderly couple. They told me they
were startled to find a naked person lying in their yard that morning, and out of kindness, they moved me inside. Although this place
will become incredibly prosperous and wealthy in 25 years, it's only just been developed at this point, so it's basically still like a rural area.
When asked about my identity, I could only say I couldn't remember. I couldn't come up with a good identity; a naked
18-year-old man, not someone who'd traveled to ancient times, couldn't possibly make up any stories. Luckily, I can speak
fluent local dialect, so the elderly couple thought I was some runaway child from somewhere in town.
For the next few days, the elderly couple inquired everywhere, asking if anyone had gone missing, but without any
news. These past few days, I've been constantly thinking about what exactly this time-travel is all about. I believe it's impossible for time
to reverse, because the course of time has a direction. Therefore, it's very likely that I've arrived in a parallel universe. If
I hadn't come to this parallel universe, then the development of this parallel universe would be different from my original world.
It's the same world. But because I've come, I may not be able to change many major events, but
things that will happen in some small corner of the world might be changed because of me. Of course, these past few days I've also come to know this elderly couple as "Uncle
and Auntie." The uncle and auntie are both in their sixties this year. They had a son and two daughters in their younger years, but
during the Cultural Revolution, they all chose the wrong side, and in the end, the uncle and auntie, with their white hair, bury their black hair, heartbroken. Because their family members chose the wrong
side, the uncle and auntie's life in middle age was not easy, it could even be said to be very difficult. It wasn't until the last ten years that
the land that had been "requisitioned" was returned, so life became a little better.
The uncle and auntie are very kind people, so they are very good to me. Although I miss my parents in my original world,
I don't have any relatives in this world, so I
feel very close to this uncle and auntie whom I met "the first time I opened my eyes". In the past ten days, the uncle and auntie have also treated me as one of their own. I also sincerely treat them as
elders. The uncle and auntie share the same surname as me, "Qiu," as do my parents. We're from
the same village in a large village. We met through an introduction, got married, and then the uncle quit his job to move to the county center, eventually settling there
. Therefore, I suspect this is where my parents grew up. However, I can't ask the uncle and auntie
if there are people named "Qiu Weiguo" and "Qiu Yu" in the village, as they might ask me, "Do you know
them?" or "Are you their relative?"
After I recovered, the uncle and auntie asked if I could transfer my household registration to their name. The household registration system of that era
had many loopholes; even without a birth certificate or household registration certificate, it was still possible to transfer the registration if you had connections.
The village also recently learned that the uncle's family had a new man. The uncle and auntie said he was a distant nephew who had been displaced during the Cultural Revolution
and had returned to his hometown to find his relatives after his parents died. The uncle and auntie are always honest, so everyone believed them
. Their son had never seen me in or around the village, which further convinced them.
Through connections, I found the village head and had my household transferred to my uncle's house at a small police station. They also got me
a new ID card. Looking at this new ID card, it was indeed different from my old second-generation one.
These past few days, I've been working in the fields with my uncle and aunt. Although I'm well-nourished and physically strong because of my upbringing,
farm work isn't just about brute force; it requires skill. Seeing that I
wasn't doing a very good job, I suggested looking for work outside the village. After all, I have a decent education,
and given the relatively low educational level of that era, my cultural literacy is better than many people's.
After several days, my uncle and aunt, seeing my demeanor and speech, thought I was educated, and they agreed to let me go. The place I'm going isn't
far; I'm not going to the county center, just to look for work in the town, so I'll have to come back every night. Before I left, my aunt
gave me twenty yuan. It was a combination of one-yuan and ten-cent coins. At that time, 20 yuan was a lot of
money. The uncle and aunt were just farmers; they had bought a few plots of land after taking it back, but 20 yuan was still a considerable sum
. Therefore, I was very grateful for their trust. I know that as a senior high school student, I
still lack social experience, but I will do my best to repay those who are kind to me.
There was no means of transportation, and I walked for more than three hours to reach the town. Cloth shoes are still very durable,
even more comfortable than the sneakers I later wore. Although it was called a town, it was only slightly better than the countryside; to me, 25 years later, it
still felt very dilapidated.
I am a science student. If we only consider chemistry, biology, and physics, I am quite good, and my English is also passable
. However, my Chinese is really bad. My essay score was about 15 points lower than others. For the
top class I used to be in, 15 points was enough to make a big difference every time. There were also classical Chinese texts that I couldn't understand... Among the science subjects,
my chemistry was the best, and I had participated in many chemistry competitions, winning a second prize in the province. Confident in my chemistry skills,
I found a chemical plant. It was a foreign-owned enterprise called "Yingzhi Chemical Plant," primarily producing
polystyrene, a substance I knew intimately. It frequently appeared in chemistry competitions due to its wide application,
often testing our knowledge of production process reactions, waste disposal,
efficiency improvements in modern industry, and reducing reaction conditions. So, although it was mostly theoretical, my knowledge was highly
professional.
This plant wasn't hiring; instead, they offered training courses for university and college students. Back then,
college graduates were highly valued, and university graduates even more so. However, their training
started with advanced mathematics, and the related professional courses weren't as
specialized as the training we later received for competitions, since we had a thorough understanding of mainstream chemical processes. Without hiring,
I went directly to the office. In those days, a factory typically had only two or three offices, and those offices housed
the entire factory's management. The factory had only one large office. After knocking and entering, I saw two foreigners
, but I couldn't tell which country they were from. There were also four or five middle-aged men who looked highly educated. Later, I learned
that some of these Chinese men were returned students from overseas studies, and others were former university chemistry professors.
I went in and, without much preamble, explained my purpose. They seemed quite dismissive of me, a young upstart. I didn't say much more,
but instead wrote down the traditional polystyrene production process and a dozen or so corresponding chemical reactions on a piece of paper. As
expected, this factory was using the traditional production process. I then pointed out several
key reaction points in the process, suggested ways to improve production efficiency, and even incorporated some modern production methods for improvement.
After more than half an hour of discussion, they were captivated by my explanation on paper.
I demonstrated professionalism, groundbreaking ideas, and feasibility to the fullest extent.
"
I'm very surprised by your insight
; if you can, please join us!" The foreigner spoke, extending an olive branch.
"My pleasure," I immediately expressed my sincerity.
After initially confirming my role as a production supervision assistant and signing a contract, they took me to see the factory. The factory
wasn't operational yet; the equipment was still being tested. Production would begin after a training course in a few days.
The treatment at foreign-invested enterprises is truly excellent. Although wage reforms were implemented starting in 1985, the average worker's monthly
salary was only around 250-50 yuan, while the foreign company offered me 200 yuan a month, with
an increase expected once operations officially commenced.
Because operations are about to begin, I've been extremely busy these past few days, spending my days touring the factory with the foreign staff, inspecting equipment
, and making improvements to equipment that can be improved quickly. However, since most of the equipment is original imports, many of
the modifications I proposed based on modern industrial principles will have to be implemented gradually over time. Nevertheless, some recycling
facilities that can improve production efficiency were completed under my theoretical guidance.
I haven't been home for six or seven days. The finance department (run by a man who studied business administration abroad) gave me
my monthly salary—twenty crisp new 10-yuan bills—and I felt a little lost. I took a day off.
I went home. It was the 20th day of the first lunar month, and it was still very cold. I wanted to buy some cotton-padded clothes and shoes for my uncle and aunt, but
there were very few clothing stores at this time; tailor shops were more common. I went into one of the few that looked
decent, a clothing store next to the town government. At tailor shops, you have to take your measurements, but at clothing stores you can buy directly
.
Inside, there were cotton-padded jackets, Zhongshan suits, and overcoats. Hanging in the center were two down jackets, one black and one red,
men's and women's styles respectively. Down jackets were expensive, costing 30 yuan each—a luxury for many.
But the shopkeeper said they sold well, and some wealthy people did. There weren't many people in the store; besides me,
there were two middle-aged women looking at clothes.
"This is it! Xiaoyu, Xiaoting, hurry up! This store sells down jackets. I heard they're
warmer than cotton-padded jackets!" A clear voice rang out, and three girls pushed their way into the store. I glanced over and
was surprised to see a familiar face. That's right, Xiaoyu, my mother from my original world, Qiu Yu!
My mother was a very refined woman, with a small frame, making her appear petite. Slender women don't age easily, right?
My high school homeroom teacher, just thirty years old, even praised my mother, who was already in her early forties, at a parent-teacher meeting, saying she had a particularly elegant demeanor and knew how to
take care of herself.
My mother at this time looked almost exactly like my later mother, only more youthful, and her height
was about the same as my mother from my original world. I even had an urge to go up and call her "Mom."
The three girls seemed to be students from a nearby middle school. My mother only had a high school education; she didn't go to university. When I was little,
I heard my mother tell stories of the past, and I knew that after graduating from high school, she went to work in a printing factory. Later, through an introduction, she met
my father, who worked at the same factory.
That means they got married in three years, and in the fifth year, "I" was born. A
"me" with the same genes as me! Can there be two "me"s in the same world? If that "me" appeared, although
18 years younger than me, as he grew up, that would be me. According to general relativity, it's impossible for two entities to exist in the same world
. Would I then disappear? Although I'm unfamiliar with this new world,
I won't allow myself to disappear! I can't allow that "me" to be born!
Although I can't be sure if the existence of another "me" will make me disappear, I can't let that possibility
exist.
Over there, three girls had been looking at that red down jacket for a long time. The girl in the lead tried it on
and decisively bought it. "Xiao Mi, you decided to buy it so quickly?" the young mother asked in surprise.
"Xiao Mi's family is rich," the girl called Xiao Ting replied.
"Hehe, let's all buy it, it's so nice for the three sisters to wear the same clothes!" Xiao Mi said happily.
"We'll just look at it, and I'll buy it for ourselves when I start working and earning money." Looking at the young mother's determined
gaze, I seemed to see the strong mother from my original world.
After they left, estimating the height of the uncle and aunt, I bought one red and two black
down jackets in one go, and also bought three pairs of cotton pants. I also found out that the girls were from the nearby "Yucai High School," what a nice
name... hehe. After leaving the clothing store, the owner cheerfully saw me off. I then bought a pair of fleece-lined leather
boots; it was incredibly cold that day.
I also picked up some ham and cured meat. After a three-hour journey, I returned to the village. The uncles and aunties
were almost incredulous when they saw me carrying so much stuff. Upon learning of my adventure, they were unusually excited. The auntie
cooked some dishes, and then we ate. There was no television back then—not that there wasn't one, but it wasn't common. After dinner,
the auntie, wearing her new down jacket, went to chat with neighbors nearby.
I slept soundly through the night, and the next morning after breakfast, I had to go back to the factory. Before leaving, I left fifty yuan.
The uncles and aunties refused to take it, but I insisted on giving it to them.
The next few days were very busy, especially the first few days of operation. Many orders were placed in advance with the factory
, so the pre-production was quite large. I constantly inspected the factory, and in my spare time, I studied how to maximize output under these technological conditions
and how to effectively improve the equipment. The factory-arranged dormitory was coincidentally
very close to the dormitory building of Yucai High School. It turned out that when the factory was first built, most of the money spent on buying the land went towards the factory itself,
leaving little for dormitory construction. There was a large vacant lot behind Yucai High School. After negotiations between the foreigners and the school,
the factory agreed to build employee dormitories on the vacant land in exchange for helping build student dormitories. Because of the factory's emphasis on this,
my dormitory was arranged in a good building, complete with basic bedding and furniture. After buying a few
changes of clothes, although I didn't have much money left, life was still quite comfortable. Meals were provided by the canteen; the only
regret was the lack of a water heater, requiring me to boil water myself.
At the end of my second month of work, I received my second paycheck. Because of the excellent performance, my salary
jumped to 500 yuan. I finally realized that foreigners had indeed made a lot of money in China during the reform and opening-up period.
500 yuan was almost more than many people's annual living expenses. There didn't seem to be any banks in town, so I
deposited some of my money in the rural credit cooperative.
With the various positions being filled in the factory, I wasn't as busy anymore. My main task became improving the recycling
rate of chemical products, so I had more free time. With a little more free time, I started inquiring about my mother,
Qiu Yu.
My mother is a senior in high school this year, and this is her last semester. Her grades are so low that getting into university will be difficult,
so she'll probably have to find a job after graduation. My mother's father, my maternal grandfather, is the same as in the original world
—a worker at a supply and marketing cooperative. They're reasonably well-off, but certainly not wealthy. My mother is 17 this year
, a year younger than me.
I've run into her a few times now, and this long-lost family affection makes me very attached. Yes,
it's been over two months since I left that world. I wonder how worried my parents are, or perhaps, in the original world, I've already been electrocuted
?
The next few times I saw my mother, I invited her to a dessert shop, but she, not being so open-minded, always
blushed and ran away amidst the teasing of her classmates. Now everyone knows the handsome
young man from the chemical plant is pursuing the Qiu family's daughter.
In this era, the pressure of senior year isn't so great; many students just focus on finding a job after graduation, so the college entrance exam doesn't seem
that important.
After that, I always carried a chocolate with me, and whenever I saw my mother, I would run over and give it to her. My mother
ran away, her face still flushed, but she clutched the chocolate tightly in her hand. Gradually, though I didn't say anything, I
began to yearn for her. When I realized this, I found it strange myself.
Thinking back, I realized I had a bit of an Oedipus complex. During my teenage years
, a time of sexual confusion, exposure to adult novels and pictures made my mother the object of my fantasies. For a while,
she was my masturbation object; my petite and delicate mother had a unique charm. Later, as I grew
older and more mature, coupled with the constraints of social norms, I buried these feelings deep inside, gradually forgetting them
. But now, like the beautiful 1980s romance in movies, these feelings have sprouted, grown
, and blossomed from the soil! I admit my mother was pretty in her youth, but unlike my mother who remained alluring even at 40
, she was still quite raw and not particularly outstanding. So, my current affection for my mother can
be said to stem more from a mother complex left over from my adolescence.
May was already quite hot. I would go back to my uncle and aunt's house for two days each month, bringing back some things and
helping with housework. The rest of the time I spent in town. During this time, my relationship with my mother improved.
She was about to graduate, so the family started asking around to find her a job. A new "pastry shop" opened these past few days,
also selling fancy juices and ice cream. Although the prices were a bit high, it didn't matter to someone like me who was ridiculously well-off
. Seeing my mother's excited expression as she ate ice cream for the first time, I'm sure her radiant happiness
deeply touched me, as if I were back in my childhood, seeing her happy smile when I got perfect scores on tests. Over the weekend,
I invited my mother to the movies, and she agreed. However, it was such a boring film, "Emei Mountain," but my mother,
like everyone else, watched it with great interest.
Sitting next to me, I glanced at my mother, who was engrossed in the movie. I tentatively reached out and touched her
small hand; she didn't resist. I confidently took her hand, and she seemed oblivious, but I
could clearly see her face was flushed.
We happily watched the movie hand-in-hand. On the way back to her dorm, I bought her some cotton candy. She
shyly held the candy in one hand, while I held her other. When we got close to the dorm building, where boys weren't allowed to enter,
and she seemed quite shy, she usually only asked me to walk her about 20 meters away. This time
was no different. But this time, under the cover of darkness, I pulled her close, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her cherry-like
lips.
So sweet, with the taste of cotton candy. My mother was taken aback by my action; her body seemed to stiffen
. When my hand slipped from her waist to her hip, she quickly pushed me away.
"I'm going in too." My mother lowered her head, her face as red as a boiled shrimp, and turned to leave the dormitory building.
"Okay. I'll come find you again tomorrow." Watching my mother leave,
scenes from four or five years ago, when I was still a junior high school student, involuntarily surfaced in my mind. I would often fantasize at night: I was on top of my petite and graceful mother,
her beautiful legs wrapped around my waist like an octopus, my hard, hot penis tightly gripped by her vagina .
With each thrust, my mother would moan "Oh, oh," her eyes closed, enjoying my
frenzied assault on her lower body, reaching orgasm with each wave of ecstasy, my semen shooting heavily into her
body, remaining inside until absorbed.
Back then, although I always felt guilty after masturbating, ashamed of my thoughts, thinking about
my father's love for me, yet having inappropriate thoughts about my mother, I felt extremely guilty. After high school, with
the increasing academic pressure and my mother's increasingly strict attitude, my mother rarely became the object of my fantasies anymore.
But now, this mother, so familiar yet so strange to me, has become a woman I can take advantage of.
Unconsciously, my closeness to my mother has become linked to "sex."
(Part 2)
As the factory's orders increased, besides being responsible for equipment upgrades and design, the foreigner
also delegated some other tasks to me. After all, there were only a few senior executives in the factory, and as the workload increased, so did
the responsibilities. I still had relatively free time.
My relationship with my mother developed slowly. After our last kiss goodbye, there wasn't much progress.
Before I knew it, the college entrance exam arrived, but even faster, it ended. In this era, most people weren't thinking
about which university they could get into, but rather what kind of job they could find after graduating high school.
After graduating high school, there weren't many graduation trips, so my mother had some free time. Now it
was my turn to be busy.
Recently, a Western restaurant opened, so I invited my mother tonight. In this era, dating is commonly called
"dating," so my mother had already tacitly accepted me as her "partner." That evening, my mother wore a plain white
long dress, looking rather fresh and elegant. Although I'm not a gentleman, I can still pretend to be one. Upon entering the restaurant, I
pulled out a chair for my mother and invited her to sit down. Such behavior is rarely seen even in art films, so my mother's face clearly
revealed the joy of being pampered.
Perhaps because this was the first relatively formal Western restaurant in town, there were many foreigners in the restaurant, while
Chinese people were few and far between. At that moment, a group of foreign friends seemed to be having a meal at a long table not far away.
The cheek kiss exchanged by the female guests made my mother blush for a moment.
"Hey, Hao, how can foreigners kiss each other like that?" The foreigners nearby were exchanging cheek kisses very naturally, and
my mother was too embarrassed to look any longer. (My registered identity is "Qiu Hao," I don't know why I didn't
register it as "Qiu Zihao," I don't know what I was thinking at the time.)
"Hehe, that's their etiquette, similar to our handshakes and hugs," I replied with a smile.
"Oh," clearly my mother still couldn't accept such openness.
Dinner was very sumptuous. To be honest, in my original world, I didn't eat Western food very often. Although
my family was well-off, my parents still preferred Chinese food, and even when they ate out, they mostly went to Chinese restaurants
. So, although my mother was full of curiosity about Western food, her expression showed that she
didn't particularly like the taste.
"This Sunday is my birthday," I said casually.
"Oh? Really? I... I still have time to prepare." My mother seemed a little flustered after hearing my words.
I could tell that she wanted to do something for me after learning it was my birthday.
"Actually, I really want to eat longevity noodles. Now that I'm all alone, there's no one to cook for me." I pretended to be
forlorn.
"I'll cook for you. I'm sure you'll like my noodles." My mother seemed especially happy after hearing my idea
, as if she had fulfilled a huge wish of mine.
"Okay, will you cook for me at my dorm?" "Yes, I'll buy the ingredients." As if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders,
my mother ate the rest of the dinner very happily.
After dinner, I wanted to go to the movies, but my mother said she wanted to go home early. Reluctantly, I walked her to
the entrance of her alley, and she went inside by herself.
Busy as ever, the weekend arrived. To be honest, I was looking forward to it. Not for that bowl of longevity noodles, but because I had decided that
I should make a breakthrough in our relationship today.
I woke up early, washed up, and got dressed. I waited until noon, standing outside the door, when I saw a
young woman in a blue and white dress walking towards me with a handbag. When she finally reached me,
my mother, whom I had mentally rehearsed countless times, stood before me.
"Were you waiting for me? Hehe," my mother said, a little happy to see my expectant face.
"Actually, I was waiting for my longevity noodles." Smiling, I pulled my mother into the room.
"Have you eaten?" "No, I just wanted to eat longevity noodles."
"You're like a little kid." For some reason, hearing that gave me a strange feeling
.
My mother spoke as she lit the coal stove, looking quite skilled.
She cooked a pot of noodles quickly, ladled two bowls onto the table, and I eagerly started eating. The sooner
I finished, the sooner I could get to work. After finishing one bowl, seeing that my mother had only eaten a little more, I ladled out another and ate it myself
. After finishing the second bowl, my mother had almost finished eating as well.
I moved my chair over to my mother's side.
"What?" My mother chuckled as she saw me move next to her.
"Birthday present." "Didn't I cook you noodles?" "I want more." "How can you want more? Hmm
..."
Before my mother could finish speaking, I leaned in and gently kissed her. Perhaps because there was no one else in the dormitory this time,
my mother gently pushed me away a couple of times and then didn't resist anymore. Feeling that my mother wasn't resisting, I wrapped my arms around my mother
and began to kiss her passionately. My mother's lips and teeth, which exuded a faint fragrance, made me unable to resist probing with my tongue.
My mother seemed a little nervous and scared, her teeth holding me back. I pulled my right hand back from my mother's back and
pinched her small, soft breasts. Even through her clothes, I could still feel their softness. "Mmm...
" My mother let out a soft moan, her teeth loosening, and I smoothly slipped my tongue inside, beginning to entwine with hers.
My mother's tongue tried to dodge, but I relentlessly pursued her, and finally, our tongues intertwined in my mother's mouth.
Seeing that the situation was under control, my hands began to busy themselves. My right hand lightly caressed my mother's small breasts,
while my left hand stroked her waist. Gradually, my mother's breathing became heavy, and my penis was already engorged and
erect. I picked my mother up from the chair, carried her a few steps to the bed not far away, and laid her down.
My body pressed against hers. My mother realized what was about to happen and began to resist again
.
"Don't do this, we...we're not married yet. Hmm...at least we should be engaged before doing this
..."
Seeing my mother's flustered look, I gently kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Then
how about you take me to meet your parents tomorrow?"
"Ah, so soon?" My mother was a little surprised by my request.
"Xiaoyu, I really like you so much, I want to marry you and spend my life with you," I murmured gently.
"Hmm, Hao, I like you too."
"Then please don't refuse me, okay? I really can't control myself, please give it to me?"
"No..." My mother wanted to refuse again, but she must really like me, so she
couldn't bear to refuse my almost pleading gentleness.
Gently, I lifted my mother's skirt from the hem and took it off. Although she was still wearing white panties and a bra
, my mother shyly turned her head away and stopped looking at me. I then helped my mother take off her shoes and socks, and this time my mother
seemed even more shy, and hurriedly pulled the blanket next to her to cover herself. I was almost successful and quickly took off my own
shoes and clothes, leaving only a pair of panties, which were already stretched high by my penis.
I pulled the blanket off, gently pressed myself against my mother's body, kissed her cheeks, and began to remove my mother's bra with my hands
. It seems that bras were not popular in this era, and with the bra removed, there was a pair of tempting little breasts. "Mmm
..." The feeling of my breasts being kneaded by a man made my mother gasp slightly. The smooth, soft breasts gently
deformed in my hands; though not particularly full, they felt exceptionally comfortable to hold. I watched as their faces flushed and their breathing quickened.
My mother, heavy with pain, I gently pulled up the ends of her underwear and slowly pulled it off, placing it aside.
I quickly took off my own, spread her legs, and pressed myself against her. My fully erect penis rubbed against her
vulva, the pubic hair still sparse, making the friction smooth. My
hands lingered on her breasts, kneading them. Gradually, I felt her vulva become wet, so I straightened
up, guided my penis, and slowly inserted it into her vagina.
"Ugh..." My mother seemed to be in some pain, and I wasn't having much luck. Her vagina was tight, and only half of my glans
went in. I steeled myself and pushed further in, finally pulling out slowly after the entire glans was inside.
"Does it hurt?" I asked, my heart aching, seeing my mother's furrowed brow.
"It's okay, I was just so scared."
As I said this, I continued to insert my penis. This time, the entire glans entered her vagina smoothly. With another
thrust, and with my mother's soft "Mmm...uh..." sound, most of my penis was inside. Then I began to slowly
thrust in and out. "Mmm...mmm...uh..." My mother also began to moan softly, seemingly
the pain of losing her virginity was gradually subsiding. The blood at the entrance of her vagina gradually stained the sheets, and as her vagina became more moist, my
penis could now thrust in and out completely. After about a hundred thrusts, a feeling of ejaculation came over me. I didn't
let myself slow down, but instead increased the force of my thrusts. Finally, the feeling of my entire penis being filled with semen
became unbearable, and I released my semen, ejaculating into my mother's body in spurts. I collapsed
next to my mother. She, who seemed to be struggling to breathe, saw me lie down and reached out to hug me tightly,
pressing her head against my chest, panting silently.
Our first time together lasted less than five minutes, and the desire in my heart hadn't subsided. Soon,
my penis was hard again. My mother, pressed close to me, felt my desire, looked up
at me tenderly, and I couldn't resist kissing her, then rolling over on top of her. My penis quickly found the entrance to her vagina,
and I couldn't help but thrust in. It was tight, but it went in smoothly.
"Mmm...mmm..." my mother moaned softly, matching my powerful rhythm. We didn't say much,
because the unspoken understanding between us truly didn't need many words. This time, it was clearly different from the first time. After nearly ten minutes of thrusting,
she bit her lip, mumbling incoherently, "Mmm...uh...uh...mmm," before finally
relaxing completely. My penis felt a heavy squeeze, followed by a wet sensation enveloping it.
It seemed my mother had reached orgasm.
"Are you alright?" I asked, worried that she might not be able to handle it.
"Mmm," she replied briefly.
Watching her body convulse and then calm down, I began thrusting again, as if
all the sensations in her body were concentrated on my penis. The soft, tight pressure of her vagina made me want to keep
thrusting. "Mmm...mmm...mmm," she moaned softly again.
Time seemed to pass quickly, yet also slowly. After hundreds of thrusts, the feeling of being filled with semen
returned. Seeing my mother biting her lip and trying to grasp something with both hands, I knew she was close to
orgasm too. "Oh, Xiaoyu... I'm coming..." I couldn't help but call out.
"Mmm, Hao... I also... mmm... mmm..." Incoherent words, frantic body movements, and my semen
shot into my mother's body again.
"Hao." "Hmm?"
"Are you going to meet my parents next week?" "Yes, next week." "
When?" "How about Friday night?"
"Yes, whatever you say." Saying this, my mother sweetly fell asleep in my arms.
Watching my mother fall asleep, I believed that my mother's fate had been changed. I got up, went to the family planning office, and got
emergency contraception. After all, it was still too early to have a child.
On Monday, I went to work at the factory. The foreign factory manager called me over and said that I needed to go on a business trip to the port to inspect
the newly imported equipment. After inquiring, I learned that it would only take three or four days round trip, so I could still make it back in time to accompany my mother to
meet her parents. Before leaving, I told my mother I was leaving and then got into a jeep with the factory's finance manager. We arrived in
the city, transferred to a train (about 8 hours), and then to a car to reach the port area.
We rested in a hotel for the night to prepare for the inspection the next day.
Around noon the next day, Lao Guan and I went to inspect the equipment—a whole container of
equipment. Although many items couldn't be tested on-site, we still checked the basics.
After the inspection, it was already dinnertime, so we decided to sleep for the night and head back the next day. I shared
a double room with Lao Guan. He doesn't snore, so traveling with him was quite comfortable.
Around midnight, a group of policemen and soldiers in green uniforms knocked on the door and took us away. Seeing the soldiers
carrying rifles, we didn't dare to make any moves. A military transport vehicle took us and the soldiers into
a mountainous area. We were eventually placed in a military guesthouse. Completely bewildered, we were summoned and
finally learned why we'd been brought in: the country needed us to "contribute" the polystyrene production process and specific
steps. Well, the "Celestial Empire" is mighty, the "Celestial Empire" is domineering! We thought
we could leave after writing reports on the production reaction line and raw material handling. But in the end, we were still treated as "experts" and only
after completing the basic production specifications in an experimental factory next to the military base could we "retire." The problem was, I didn't
understand the entire production process; after all, I wasn't responsible for all the projects. As for Lao Guan, a management graduate
, he was even less knowledgeable, spending his days figuring things out with me.
For the first few days, I was hoping to quickly develop a complete production line so I could go home sooner and not worry my mother
. But gradually, I began to despair. After all, to fully understand this technology, simply being familiar with the projects I was responsible for
wasn't enough. So, in the end, I could only study diligently every day, losing track of time. Soon, it was Chinese New Year
. I knew it was because the army had invited us to New Year's Eve dinner. Good heavens, we hadn't been home for so long
! My mother must be worried, anxious, even desperate. She even thought about running away, but in these mountains, escape was truly impossible.
So, all we could do was conduct research.
After the New Year, more "experts" were brought in to work with us. Fortunately, these "experts"
helped us make progress. Through conversation, we learned they also worked for foreign companies, which is why they were "invited
. "
The following summer, the research was finally completed. After the higher-ups' successful acceptance, a celebratory banquet was held.
After the toasts and laughter, lying in my room, thinking about going home soon, even imagining my mother crying her eyes out,
my heart ached terribly. The longing that had subsided for a while rekindled. Early the next morning, Lao Guan and I
went to find Political Commissar Xu in the army to inquire about returning home. We had become quite familiar with him during this time.
"Commissar, when can we go home?" Lao Guan asked impatiently as soon as he saw Political Commissar Xu
.
Political Commissar Xu: "Don't worry, the Party and the country won't treat you unfairly. You've contributed to the country, and the country
will definitely reward you. Besides, you haven't been mistreated here, right?"
"Yes, yes, we haven't been mistreated at all. It's just that we've been away from home for a while, and we miss home," Lao Guan said listlessly.
"Just wait patiently for what the higher-ups say."
Helpless, we had no choice but to go back and wait. But what we didn't expect was that another group of "experts" arrived. This
time, they wanted us, the original group, to cooperate with the new people to study chlorination. Damn it, I'm speechless!
Everyone became negative, not putting in any effort, and some people even stopped working altogether, like Lao Guan.
A few days later, Political Commissar Xu gathered us, the original group, together.
"I know everyone wants to go home, but the interests of the country must come first. Think about it, so
many important industrial technologies are monopolized by foreigners. How much money do they make every year? That money
would be very helpful in building social infrastructure. The Party will not let you down. In the past few days, we have already
transferred your military status and given you the rank of major, a senior professional technical position. Look
how good the country's reward is for you. Now that you are soldiers, shouldn't you do better for the country and the people? The higher-ups have
promised that as long as you complete this mission, you can be demobilized and return to the people. The Party and
the country will also find you good positions in your military units. Everyone, let's work hard to complete this mission."
After listening to Political Commissar Xu's words, we could only hope that the great Party would not break its promise this time.
The next day, everyone began to seriously carry out the research. However, this time the chlorine industry was significantly more difficult
, and the new "expert" did not know as much about polystyrene as I did before. So after studying
the first few steps of chlorine industry production, our progress slowed down immediately. Gradually, I lost track of time
. During this period, some innocent experts joined us one after another. The military-style rhythm made us
focus on our research. Finally, in the autumn after five New Years in the army, our chlorine industry research was completely successful
. Compared to the first time, we, the original group, were somewhat at a loss, and didn't even
tell Political Commissar Xu about going home. There was another victory banquet, but this time, Political Commissar Xu praised
our original group for our unwavering dedication to the country and announced that we would soon leave the army to
return to the people and better serve them. Hearing this, we couldn't help but shed tears, some even
sobbing, like Lao Guan…
It was then that I realized I had been gone for over five years. Would my mother still be waiting for me? The family and
social pressures of that era were immense. Perhaps my mother had already remarried. Had she married my father, Qiu Weiguo?
But would the birth of their "son" make me disappear? Filled with unease and excitement, I slowly fell asleep.
When I woke up, the entire research department was filled with a festive atmosphere. Some soldiers even hung up banners that read, "Experts,
may you rest in peace!" Those who could go home were overjoyed, and those who couldn't go back yet were even more
motivated to return. After packing our things, clutching our military ID cards and 500 yuan of wages from the past years, we boarded
a military transport vehicle. After several transfers between units, we arrived back in our hometown. The town had changed a lot;
it had become bustling. We were notified that Lao Guan and I had been assigned to a state-owned chemical company as technical advisors.
It seemed that Lao Guan, who was in charge of finances, would still be working with me in a technical role. Regarding our disappearance for so many years,
the military had sent someone home to tell us that we had been called up by the state to work for the collective. The original foreign-owned polystyrene
plant was still there, but of course, we didn't go back.
With military ID and rank, it was much easier to check things. Qiu Yu, my mother,
had registered her marriage with Qiu Weiguo more than a year ago, and more than six months ago, a son named Qiu Zihao was added to the household registration. Good heavens,
things haven't changed. I don't know if my existence and that of "Qiu Zihao" violate general relativity
, but we truly exist simultaneously. I'm unsure if "Qiu Zihao" and I are the same person. I
was originally Qiu Zihao, but after returning to this era, I changed my name to Qiu Hao. But... I don't know how deep my doubts run
, nor how to resolve them.
A few days later, after everything had settled down, I learned that my mother, Qiu Yu, had recently stopped working at the printing factory, and
Qiu Weiguo was busy pulling strings, apparently planning to leave the small town and try her luck in the city. Following the address, I found my mother
's residence. The moment I knocked on the door, I felt lost, unsure how to face my beloved mother,
Qiu Yu.
A moment later, the door opened, and a very beautiful woman stood there, devoid of her former naiveté and shyness.
Yes, this was my Qiu Yu, my mother.
"...Hao!" My mother seemed unable to believe her eyes.
Hearing my call, "Xiao Yu," my mother threw herself into my arms. "Why! Why did you
only come back now! Where have you been! You bastard!! Ugh..." Looking at my crying mother in my arms, I didn't know
how to comfort her.
"I... I was 'invited' by the government to do research... Don't cry, it's not good for others to see. Let's
go inside and talk."
Hearing my words, my mother realized it wasn't appropriate to be outside and invited me in.
The room wasn't big, just one bedroom, one living room, and a small kitchen. Through the bedroom door, it was easy to see
a baby lying on the bed. I didn't stay in the outer living room, but went straight to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed next to the baby, I gently
stroked the child's face. A feeling of connection washed over me, making me believe that the baby and I were
the same person. The child didn't seem to mind at all, rubbing his face against my hand, as if he felt very safe
. Yes, who doesn't trust themselves?
Entering the bedroom, my mother, having calmed down from her earlier agitation, looked at the child on the bed.
"Hao..."
"Hmm?"
"I'm married now, and I have a child. In the five years since you left, I admit I haven't forgotten you, but I have to
be responsible for my current family."
Hearing my mother's words, I realized that divorce was almost impossible in this day and age. My previous
thought of taking my mother with me was now just a pipe dream.
"Hmm, how old is the child?" I asked the child, looking at him with a sense of loss.
"It's been over seven months."
"What's your name?"
"Qiu...Qiu Zihao..."
"Qiu Zihao, Qiu Zihao, didn't you name the child this because you can't forget me?"
"I admit I can't forget you, but things have come to this point, we can't be together anymore
."
"Hmm..." After a moment of silence, "Xiaoyu, you're the first person I've ever loved, and I think I'll never forget you in this lifetime
, but we can't be together. I hope we can end our story, okay?" "
End?" my mother asked, and I suddenly hugged her, gently pressing her onto the bed
. "This is our last time, okay?" I whispered in my mother's ear. She initially wanted to resist
, but after hearing my words, she seemed to want to end her first love as well, so she didn't resist anymore.
Responding to my passionate kiss, my mother became lost in the moment. My hands slipped inside her clothes; her
once small breasts had grown larger and more elastic. Her increasingly heavy breathing reflected our
desire to become one. Before we knew it, our clothes had
been removed piece by piece, either by ourselves or by each other, and lay scattered on the floor beside the bed. The contact between our genitals made me realize that my mother's lower body was already wet.
I guided my penis, about to enter her vagina, which I hadn't touched for over five years, when "Wait," my mother called out, grabbing
a towel she used to wipe the baby's breasts and placing it under her buttocks. "Don't get the bed dirty." "Okay," I
understood her concern. After she had placed the towel, I guided my penis, using the head to part her labia, and
entered her body in one swift motion. My mother's vagina, now a wife and mother, wasn't as tight as it had been the first time,
but the wetness and heat still enveloped my penis irresistibly. More than five years of separation made my penis feel like it
was about to ejaculate the moment it entered. I tightened my control, thrusting my lower body forcefully,
pulling my penis all the way out of my mother's vagina and then fully penetrating her again. My mother's hands gently caressed my rear end. "Mmm...mmm...oh
..." There were no words, my mother just moaned softly. I knew that my penis, which had been deprived of sex for so long , wouldn't last long, so I increased the force of my thrusts, preparing to enjoy 　　this body
properly the second time after ejaculating the first time . 　　"Ah!" "Mmm ah!" My mother couldn't control her voice and cried out loudly as my speed increased 　　. Her legs clamped me tightly, and I couldn't hold back any longer. After thrusting wildly for thirty or forty times, my 　　semen spurted out uncontrollably. During ejaculation, I thrust forcefully for another ten or so times. The long-awaited intercourse 　　made me feel incredibly satisfied, and I lay on top of my mother, panting contentedly. 　　Just then, I felt a gaze upon me. Turning my head, I saw Xiao Qiu Zihao staring at me with a curious expression. 　　Those 　　eyes pierced my mind, reminding me of a memory deep within me—when I was still an infant—of 　　a daytime scene where a man who didn't seem to be my father had pinned my mother down on the bed…

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