My sex life is related to my mother.

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I am an excellent person in many ways—physically, intellectually, and financially—so I am very confident. I am 30 years old this year and a manager at a company. The company is very successful, which I am very proud of. The company's chairman is my mother, who is also its founder. She is very thin, but she doesn't come across as skinny; she is very energetic and exudes shrewdness and competence. She started this company simply because my father passed away early, and she started it to alleviate her loneliness. She never expected it to achieve such success. However, I am also a person who has experienced pain. I graduated from university at the age of 23 and married my childhood sweetheart, who later went to university with me. We loved each other deeply, but after I turned 25, our relationship began to follow the typical pattern of married life: arguments, cold wars, more arguments, and even longer periods of cold war. Nearly seven years passed by like this, slowly eroding our relationship. At this point, I originally intended to share my name, my mother's name, my wife's name, and my own, but given the veracity of this story and the limited number of people involved, I'll use "myself," "my wife," and "my mother" to explain the events. The argument between my wife and me was purely platonic, stemming from my health. Since our marriage, my sexual performance has been weak; I experience erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation 1-2 times out of 10 sexual encounters. I attributed this to my youth and lack of experience. When I'm alone, I'm quite capable; once, I even rubbed myself raw and still couldn't ejaculate! My sex life with my wife has never been truly satisfying, causing me considerable distress and stress. When I turned 25, my mother urged us to have a child so she could hold her grandchild. Although she's 49 and has a demanding job, she still believes she can care for her grandchild. She even declared that if we had a son, she would hand over all the power in her company to me. The allure of such a large company with assets exceeding 100 million and over a thousand employees was undeniable for my wife and me. This unconsciously intensified our efforts, leading me to experience erectile dysfunction, which eventually progressed to complete impotence. My wife and I secretly went to the hospital for checkups many times, but the results always indicated we were perfectly healthy; any problem was always psychological. This was unbelievable to us both, as I grew up in a happy, relaxed, and even somewhat unrestrained environment, free from any repression or mental health issues. How could I possibly have a mental illness? My wife can attest to this, as almost every major or minor event related to me over the past thirty years has involved her. Therefore, I couldn't accept this explanation and stopped going to the hospital for checkups and treatment. As a result, my wife has essentially gone without sex for the past five years—I can vouch for that—because her love for me is practically ingrained in every cell of her body. She has only ever been affectionate with me once in these thirty years, and that was 28 years ago, and that has continued until now. Therefore, she never cared about my emotional changes. Our arguments didn't start after we got married; they began twenty-eight years ago. But I've never known why I was so accommodating to her. Maybe it's because my mother has always been the one I loved most, maybe it's because I knew she would eventually sleep with me and have children, maybe it's because I fell in love with her too early—the reason is unclear. But my love for her doesn't change because of our arguments. Anyway, my penis still can't get erect. My wife has tried many things for me in the bedroom: buying sexy lingerie, learning to dance provocatively in front of me from foreign porn, giving me oral sex, promising to let me penetrate her anus if I could, even if it hurts. But all of this is useless; I remain impotent. Finally, my wife gave up. She poured all her energy into the company's business, working like my mother did when my father passed away. Later, she rarely came back, flying all over the world every day, almost completely taking over my mother's work. This way, my mother finally had some free time. My mother had heard about what had happened between us over the years; living under the same roof, it was impossible to keep it completely secret. That day, my mother called me to her room. She wasn't up yet; she was putting on her shirt when I arrived. "Bring me my pants!" she said. "Okay!" To be honest, my mother, who was in her mid-twenties, looked like a young woman. Her figure, face, and even her skin, which was most prone to aging, were in no way inferior to my thirty-year-old wife. Seeing my mother's snow-white, supple skin and her firm breasts encased in her bra, my long-dormant penis suddenly became proudly erect, startling me. I was completely at a loss. Unfortunately, this scene was witnessed by my mother, who was also getting dressed. A blush suddenly appeared on her beautiful, delicate face, and she hesitated before speaking. But in the end, she calmed down and said, "I've heard some things about you two, but not in detail. I'm going to see a doctor today, so you'll come with me." "I don't want to go, I'm not sick!" "It's been many years since you got married. If it's not her problem, then you have to take responsibility!" "I'll go by myself, don't worry about it!" "Good boy! Dr. Zhang is a very good psychologist. It won't be too difficult for you to receive counseling from her. She's a well-known expert in the country and also my high school classmate. I think she can help you!" "Okay! But I'll go by myself tomorrow!" I really wanted to find out if I really had any mental illness, but I really didn't want to go with my mother. How embarrassing! My mother was listening to her son talk about why his penis was erectile dysfunction. "Son, you don't understand!" My mother seemed to see right through me. "Psychological consultations are always private and highly confidential. If your conversation is leaked to the outside world, you have the right to sue her. So you don't need to worry!" My mother was still trying to dispel my concerns. "Okay!" I had no choice but to finally come to the hospital with my mother. Professor Zhang's psychological clinic was extremely elaborate, with a four-section layout. The patient waiting area was in the outermost room, which housed the nurses' and staff's offices. In the middle was an empty, completely soundproof room with black-painted walls. At the very back was a large room facing the sea with huge floor-to-ceiling windows. The room was divided into two worlds: one ambiguous and provocative, the other quiet, calm, and peaceful. There were no partitions between these two parts, but anyone who entered could feel the difference between the two worlds and the invisible separation between them. When Professor Zhang called me in, as I walked in from the completely dark room, my vision was greatly shocked. I could even feel my body being both icy cold and burning hot. "Come in! Your mother just told me about your situation, hoping I can help you. I sympathize with you, and I also hope to help you, but I told your mother that only you can help yourself! Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand, Aunt Zhang!" "Alright, let's begin. Come sit here." She led me to a very large and comfortable chair in the center of the provocative room on the left. "Sit for a while, I'll go change my clothes!" "Okay!" At this moment, I carefully looked at the layout and decorations. Apart from the changes in eye contact, there were no sexual descriptions or images, but the room was indeed full of ambiguous provocation! Then, Professor Zhang opened the door and came in. Ah! My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. She was wearing extremely sexy clothes. The style, fabric, and color were completely normal, no different from other high-end clothes, but just one glance at her, and I could feel her body flowing through my brain like liquid. A kind of desire filled my blood. Then, when I looked at her face again, what was happening? It was my mother sitting next to me. I could feel her stroking my naked body, finally grasping my penis. I could also hear her calling my father's name. She brought her mouth to my penis and took it in. At that moment, a voice inside me struggled, shouting: "No! Mom, I'm your son!" Slowly, as I cried out, my mother's figure faded into the distance, and I slowly lost consciousness. I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was still sitting in that chair, and Professor Zhang had just come in, dressed exactly as I had been when I arrived. She said to me, "Excuse me, a friend was outside just now, and we only chatted for a few minutes. How about we call it a day? Hypnosis takes a long time, so we can reschedule. Is that alright?" "Okay!" I replied, getting up to leave. At that moment, I felt a cold, slippery, sticky fluid covering my entire buttocks in my crotch. I couldn't help but gasp. Professor Zhang's lips curled into a subtle smile, but she still feigned surprise and asked, "What's wrong?""What's wrong?" "Oh! Nothing, I guess I've been sitting for too long, and I feel a little dizzy!" When I came out and saw my mother, her usually dignified and serious demeanor suddenly became flustered upon seeing me, and her face was flushed. I went up to her and said, "Let's go!" She mechanically replied, "Let's go!" I made an excuse that I wasn't feeling well and didn't want to drive. (Actually, it was because my crotch felt cold and sticky, which was uncomfortable.) So I sat in the passenger seat, and my mother drove. At first, our emotions gradually calmed down, but as the car drove onto the highway, the temperature inside the car slowly warmed up. That's when I realized another big mistake I had made, because I could smell the semen slowly emanating from my crotch. At this moment, my mother suddenly panicked. I knew she must have smelled it too. I was so embarrassed that I almost fainted, and I just wanted to run away to the ends of the earth as quickly as possible. I was about to tell my mother I wanted to lie down in the back seat for a while, but my ever-uncooperative penis suddenly became erect again. I was almost dizzy and didn't dare ask to stop and move to the back seat, so I just had to endure it until we got home. However, my mother felt increasingly uncomfortable under the influence of the smell, and the car gradually sped up. I could only close my eyes and leave it to fate. Fortunately, we arrived safely. For the next while, my wife and I didn't experience any changes. Occasionally, when she stayed home, I was still unable to get an erection, which made her, already extremely depressed, even more upset. That day, I overheard her reporting to my mother about the progress of the American branch's establishment, saying she wanted to go there next month to inspect it and stay for a while to investigate the market. My mother tried to persuade her to stay a few times, and eventually agreed; she couldn't think of a good reason to explain to her daughter-in-law. On the night before my departure, my wife, who both loved and somewhat resented me, actively tried to seduce me, wanting to make one last effort, but it was all in vain. My penis felt like noodles going in and out of her mouth, lifeless. Just as she was about to give up, I saw my mother appear at our bedroom door. She was about to push the door open (because of my impotence, my wife had long since stopped caring whether we closed the door when we slept). Seeing my wife with my penis in her mouth, she froze. At that moment, I saw my mother, and miraculously, my penis became hard. Without thinking, I pushed my wife down onto the bed, aimed my penis at her vagina, and thrust it in all the way. My wife, in surprise, doubt, and fear, clung tightly to my body, enjoying the long-lost feeling of fullness. My mother, still by the door, watched the whole thing in astonishment, her face flushed. Just as she was about to leave, she saw the pleading look in her son's eyes. Mother and son are of the same mind; she knew her son didn't want her to leave, she knew what he was thinking, and she even knew that perhaps he wanted to push her down… Thinking about this, she almost couldn't stand up; but she still stood, she didn't leave. She leaned against the door frame, enduring the torment, until her son, having made his wife lose control, began to speak: "God! My man, is it really you? I'm going to die!... Ah..." The moment her son ejaculated, the mother quickly left, almost running back to her bedroom. Decades of experience in the business world had honed her composure, but in that instant, it was completely useless. From her son's behavior that day, she knew that what Dr. Zhang had said that day was entirely correct. After hypnotizing her son that day, Dr. Zhang had her enter the treatment room as well. But during the treatment, her son revealed a secret he had kept hidden for over twenty years, making her extremely embarrassed in front of Dr. Zhang, who, however, seemed completely unfazed. It was a winter night twenty-one years ago, the night of the first anniversary of her husband's death. Heavy snow outside had cut off the power, causing a sudden drop in temperature inside. The mother had to call her son to sleep with her. To keep warm, they were both dressed lightly, but wrapped in thick blankets, they were still quite warm. In the dim light, she thought her husband had returned. He gently caressed her, arousing her long-dormant desire. She bent down and took his penis into her mouth, feeling a long-lost sense of fulfillment. She was excited; she wanted to make love with him. Ignoring her shyness, she mounted him. But her husband's penis, which had always been thick and long, suddenly seemed very small. She tried to insert it into her vagina, but it wouldn't go in. Sometimes it went in a little, but it felt like a toothpick—unsatisfying. Suddenly, she heard someone calling "Mom!" She woke up with a start and saw herself straddling her son, his nine-year-old penis inside her vagina, but not inside. Her head spun, unsure what to do next, because she clearly saw her son was awake. Quickly, she knew she couldn't let him remember it, so she mimicked a sleeping sound, repeatedly emphasizing to him that it was just a dream! When her son woke up the next day, although he seemed a little confused, he didn't ask anything. Gradually, the shadow of the incident faded in her heart, because her son seemed genuinely to have no memory of it, which made her feel relieved. From that time on, no matter the circumstances, she never slept in the same bed with her son again. Unexpectedly, even so, it still left a scar on her son's young mind. She felt very sad and greatly shocked today. However, her son's memory was limited; under hypnosis, he could only remember the part about her sucking his penis, so it wasn't particularly embarrassing in front of others! After all, no one knew about the sexual contact between her and her son. After Dr. Zhang learned the cause of the illness, he knew she hoped the matter wouldn't be too publicized, remaining only between the two of them and not extending to her daughter-in-law. He hoped she could find a suitable opportunity to talk to her son personally, to resolve this psychological issue, so that her son's illness would naturally improve gradually! But Mom never expected that today, while her son and his wife were making love, she had caught them, and her son's erectile dysfunction was immediately overcome. At that moment, busy on the bed, I was really afraid that my problem would return after she left, and I pleaded with my eyes not to leave. Mom really stood there until I reached my climax and cried out in ecstasy. To be honest, because this feeling had been long-lost, I felt very good, and I didn't notice when Mom left. My wife was so tender, almost overflowing with affection. Because she really wanted to get pregnant, she didn't dare to get up immediately, but even so, she still found some toilet paper from the bedside and cleaned the sticky fluid off my penis. Deep down, I was praying that I was truly cured this time, that I could stand up again! My wife canceled her plane tickets, postponed her trip, and even cancelled her vacation plans in the US. Although she definitely wanted to go, she said she'd be back in a month to two months at most. But in the following week, I started experiencing erectile dysfunction again, just like before. I was in agony. I thought I was cured because I'd been taking medication, and that my mother being there that day was just a coincidence that gave me more excitement. But the experiments over the next few days proved otherwise. Although my wife kept encouraging me, it wasn't working. I couldn't completely let go of the fact that my wife had cancelled her tickets and postponed her trip in hopes of continuing her "glory"! But what could I do? I had no choice but to ask my mother for help. That day at work, I went to the chairman's office and told my mother about my experiences over the past few days, expressing my distress. However, I didn't ask her to be at my door during intercourse. I just said I planned to try one last time with my wife around 10 pm. My wife got her plane tickets for tomorrow, and that evening, our family ate out. My mother seemed a little unsettled; I knew she was worried about what would happen that night. I felt incredibly apologetic, but I couldn't express it. When I got home, I went to bed early to recharge. I told my wife not to come to bed later than 9:30, hoping she could give me half an hour for foreplay. From that time on, my wife was very compliant and came to my side on time. I gently caressed her, unbuttoning her clothes one by one, slowly undressing her. Under my gentle touch and teasing, my wife completely lost control, letting out suppressed moans. The atmosphere in our room was already very lewd, but my penis still hung limply like a worm. Even when my wife was lost in ecstasy, I still couldn't lift it. I felt incredibly frustrated, feeling that the little bit of confidence I had just built up had vanished without a trace! Just then, I saw the door slowly open. My mother, wearing a very sexy nightgown, stood in the doorway, staring intently at me with her alluring eyes. When my eyes met my mother's, my penis instantly became erect. I thrust into my wife's already overflowing vagina, and she cried out loudly, as if releasing long-suppressed emotions. She was completely oblivious to whether my mother downstairs was...I could hear it! As I penetrated my wife's vagina, I saw my mother's body contract slightly, as if she were receiving the impact. Although it was instinctive, it excited me even more. Like a wild horse, I galloped over my wife. At this moment, my mother, who was standing at the door, seemed unable to stand any longer and slowly leaned against the doorframe, letting out a long breath. My sensitive wife quickly released a warm, viscous fluid, which poured from the head of my penis onto the shaft. I was enveloped in unprecedented pleasure. Then I looked up and saw that my mother had disappeared at the top of the stairs. A strong sense of disappointment welled up in my heart. I could no longer get an erection. A voice seemed to echo in my mind: I really can't thrust into my wife's vagina anymore. I went limp. Fortunately, my wife had already reached an unprecedented orgasm. She thought I had also ejaculated and enjoyed the afterglow of her own orgasm without any doubt. In her eyes, this was the most beautiful moment of her life, and she would go to America with a happy heart. The days after my wife left were awkward between my mother and me. Many times, she seemed about to call out to me, but in the end, she just opened her mouth and said nothing. However, during this time, my emotions surged even more intensely than when my wife was alive. Often, just looking at my mother's graceful back would make my penis as hard as an iron rod, but I usually couldn't maintain it for long. Even watching TV with my mother, I couldn't concentrate for more than five minutes. But I was satisfied, because it was progress. Finally, my mother couldn't bear the awkwardness between us anymore. She knew the advice Dr. Zhang had given her, and she knew the root of the problem between her and her son, so she had to face him. "Son, can you come to my room? I want to talk to you about something." My mother's room was a suite with a separate reception room outside. "Okay! I'll come after a shower!" On the morning of the tenth day after my wife left, I had just gotten up when my mother called me. I was very happy that morning because I discovered I had morning erections for the first time. After showering, I went to my mother's room in my pajamas. My mother was already sitting on the sofa in the reception room, and she asked me to sit opposite her. "Son! First, I want to explain what happened the first time I appeared in your room!" "No need, Mom. I know you didn't mean it, but it was precisely your unintentionality that helped me find the root of my problem, and that's enough!" "It's not what you think!" "Mom! Since we've brought this up today, let's talk it out. Actually, I remember something from twenty years ago, but I don't blame you. I woke up when you kissed me, and then you took my penis and..." "Stop! Stop! Mom wants to die right now!" "I'm going to say it. I think everything will be alright if I say it. You were rubbing my penis against your genitals again." "I was very confused about that part at the time because I couldn't understand its meaning at all, so I quickly forgot that memory. But I can always clearly remember you eating my penis because I felt like you were going to eat it. I was very scared, so I called out to you. Later, you repeatedly told me it was a dream, and then I really thought it was a dream, really, Mom! Until a few days ago, your classmate was going to give me treatment, but it didn't happen. But I took a nap there, and I remembered a lot of things, including you eating my penis!" "Didn't you remember me rubbing it against you?" Mom asked with difficulty. "No, but we didn't remember. We really couldn't remember. It was just that later, when you were in front of our bedroom door, and I suddenly penetrated your daughter-in-law, you suddenly twitched, which reminded me that you seemed to have had a similar expression that night!" "Ah! Oh my God!" Mom burst into tears. She knew that her son's young penis must have entered her vagina that night, otherwise she wouldn't have reacted so strongly to that action. Finally, everything was out in her heart. Her son, understanding her feelings, hadn't made her say those unspeakable words. Perhaps he didn't mean to ease her worries, but the result was the same: his knot was untied, and so was hers. Life should get back on track, right? The mother hoped for this. Over the years, she had worked hard in the business world, achieving such success. But now she knew that all of this was nothing compared to receiving her son's genuine gaze, to his healthy growth. Family truly is everything to a woman. Tonight, she could finally sleep peacefully. Her son had left, gone to the company alone, while she stayed home, indulging in the pleasure of memories. For years, she had dared not recall those moments, for they inevitably involved that night. Now, she could quietly contemplate her past. It was almost time to leave work. She glanced at the wall clock from time to time, then at the front door, like an ordinary mother eagerly awaiting her son's return. She was almost overwhelmed by this happiness; she knew this was the joy of ordinary people, the most beautiful thing in the world. She could no longer wait for her husband to come home from get off work; waiting for her son brought her the same joy. When her son returned, she dismissed all the maids and prepared to cook for him herself. Finally, she could eat her mother's cooking—a feeling she hadn't experienced in nearly twenty years. She was overjoyed; everything that had caused this mishap had been resolved, and her mother and she could both feel each other's happiness. But soon she noticed changes in her body, which caused her distress—her already loose pajamas were strained by her now rock-hard penis. She was afraid her mother would see, but she did. At first, she smiled, but then, perhaps realizing her wife wasn't home that night, the smile froze, replaced by a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Her mother was 54, but she had always given her the impression of a tireless work machine, with inexhaustible energy and an eternally youthful face. She knew her mother still menstruated; perhaps this was her secret to staying young. She had been taking estrogen under a doctor's guidance. But this is precisely where my new worries begin, because I don't know if my wife's provocations will be enough to help me overcome my psychological barriers. I can't always rely on my mother as a trigger! Besides, it's unfair to her; watching her son having sex with his wife, and having to watch, is painful! Dinner with my mother was spent in a peculiar atmosphere. Although nothing particularly special happened, we both felt awkward. Soon, we fled back to our bedroom. The living room was quiet, and the surroundings were very quiet, but I couldn't calm down lying in bed. My heart was pounding like it was in an anime, bulging out of my clothes. I didn't know where to put my hand, but it kept involuntarily reaching inside to touch my perpetually hard penis. Then, I was astonished to realize that I had been hard for almost two hours straight since dinner. I was done! I was really done! I wanted to tell my mom the news, but I didn't know if I should go. I excitedly went downstairs anyway, only to find her bedroom door tightly shut. I slowed my pace, hesitating. I knew what I wanted to tell her was pointless. Because when I see her, I get an erection, but without her, I can't. I've proven this in my previous experiences. Why should I tell her this now? But why did I want to go to her room? I felt ashamed, excited, and hesitant at the same time! I slowly lingered outside her door. It was past 1 a.m., and I'd been there for almost two hours. I told myself to go back, but each time the desire within me pulled me back. During those two hours, I noticed the light in her room had been switched on and off several times. I knew she wasn't asleep; she must know I was outside, but her door remained tightly shut! My mother turned on the light again, and my heart pounded in my chest. But for a long time, there was no sound from inside. I knew I should go back, back to my room, back to my life. No matter what meaning my mother's body held for me, I couldn't really step through that door. After all, once I did, my life would never be as peaceful as before. No matter how well we did, we couldn't hide it from my wife who lived under the same roof, and we wouldn't be accepted by society. I should go back! But I didn't want to go back. Now, I felt that my only desire in life was the happiness hidden behind that door. No matter how evil it might be, no matter how unacceptable it was to society, I would be proud of it. I would give myself for my happiness, my desire, my ideals without regret! Wait a minute! You can't be so selfish. After all, she's your mother. How can you think of your mother like that? She's an excellent and pure woman. She would give everything for her son. Do you really want her to give up her body and humiliation for you? That's truly despicable."Worse than a beast! No, that's not right! What does 'beast' mean? My lovemaking with my mother won't affect anyone else. Is this really a humiliation for my mother?" Standing at our bedroom door, I clearly saw longing in my mother's eyes, a longing that went beyond a mother's love for her son. Does sexual pleasure between mother and son cease to be pleasure? As I struggled with this internal conflict, the light in my mother's room went out again. I felt utterly hopeless. It seemed my mother was against this. The confidence I had been building crumbled instantly. My internal struggle turned into utter despair. I slowly turned to go upstairs. Then I heard a "click," and my mother's door opened a crack. There was no sound from inside. I was completely drawn in by this sudden glimmer of hope. Without hesitation, I firmly pushed open the door. As I closed the door, I heard a voice behind me: "From now on, please don't open your eyes again, okay? I'm your wife!" When the first rays of sunlight streamed through the curtains in the morning, I was still asleep. Last night, my "wife" and I had the most perfect night of our lives. This "night" started at midnight and hasn't ended yet. My "wife," who is also my mother, has begged me several times to leave and go back to my room. She said that as my wife, she couldn't handle my frenzied and abundant pleasure anymore. But when I asked again, she couldn't bring herself to refuse and could only reluctantly comply. When I finally fell asleep and woke up again around 2 pm, I was alone in the room. I saw a note on the bedside table: "Husband! You should go back to your life. You should reclaim your identity from before last night!" I read the note, unsure whether to be happy or sad. I couldn't help but cry, reflecting on my life over the past thirty years, reflecting on my emotional journey over these thirty years! For the next two days, I didn't see my mother. She disappeared from my life. Her phone was off, and there was no trace of her in any of the places she frequented. I was worried about her, but I knew she would be alright; she wouldn't regret that night's pleasure! On the third day at work, I saw the chairman's office door open. An indescribable joy welled up inside me. I ran over quickly and saw my mother packing her things. When she saw me, a slight blush seemed to rise on her face, but it quickly subsided. "Son! You're here." My mother emphasized the word "son," and I knew she was reminding me of something. I blushed and lowered my head. Soon, the company employees arrived one after another. It was then that I learned my mother had called a board meeting. At the meeting, she announced her resignation as chairman, and I would take over. The handover procedures would be completed after she returned from her inspection of the branch office's establishment in the United States. During her absence, I would exercise the chairman's powers. I was shocked, but my mother didn't give me any chance to understand. My mother took a flight that night and left! I knew in my heart that I had put too much pressure on her. After all, she had endured things that others couldn't bear, though it wasn't necessarily painful. But I think Mom needs to calm down! Work pressure is the best medicine for me right now; it helps me relieve the longing for Mom and my wife. For a while, I felt like I'd completely lost contact with Mom. My wife calls every night, saying the branch office setup is going smoothly, and Mom asked her to buy a villa here, and the renovations have already started! My wife and I don't quite understand why Mom did this! Time flies; almost two months have passed since Mom left. I've chatted with her on the phone occasionally, and I can sense that she's in good spirits. Then one day, my wife suddenly called, telling me that Mom and she were taking a flight back to China the next day, and that Mom's health didn't seem good; she kept vomiting for no reason. She suggested Mom see a doctor, but she firmly refused, saying she was fine, just a little upset stomach. My wife also relayed several decisions Mom made: 1. Convene a board meeting to formally complete the handover of the chairmanship, with Mom becoming a supervisor. 2. Publicly recruit a general manager. 3. My wife will be promoted from deputy general manager to chief financial officer and participate in the board meeting. Furthermore, Mom had her company book a return flight to the US for her a week later. It seems she really is leaving me. A shadow fell over me, but I knew my mistake had hurt Mom. However, there were many things I couldn't understand. From observing her over the past two months, I felt Mom didn't seem particularly distressed; on the contrary, she seemed quite happy, only her emotions had been fluctuating these past few days! Everything at the company went smoothly, and Mom didn't stay in China an extra day. But I could feel that the way she looked at me after she came back this time was really strange. I really couldn't understand what she was thinking, but I started to regret my impulsive decision that night! If I hadn't done that, Mom might not have left! When Mom went to the airport, she didn't let my wife see her off, saying she had some urgent tax-related business to handle. Although my wife could have taken the time, Mom insisted that the company had just undergone changes and there shouldn't be any mistakes, so she asked my wife to stay at the company. My wife couldn't insist any further. So, I was the one who saw Mom off at the airport. After we got in the car, Mom rolled up the window between the front and back seats, giving us an hour of private time. As the car smoothly drove along the airport expressway, Mom suddenly kissed me, saying passionately, "Don't be my son anymore, be my husband, okay? I've built a new home in America. Will you only need to spend a third of the year with me?" "Ah! So you had this planned all along. I thought you couldn't get over what happened that night and wanted to leave me forever." "Yes, that's what I thought at first. I couldn't accept myself. I felt like the most wanton mother in the world, seducing my own son and reaching orgasm and screaming passionately under him! I really couldn't forgive myself for getting up to open the door for you that night. But now I'm different. Something has shocked me greatly, and I've changed my mind. I've decided to work hard for my beliefs!" "What is it?" "It's the punishment I'm receiving for my long-term use of estrogen." "What?" "No way! You're perfectly healthy, aren't you? No, I can't let you go to a foreign land all alone..." "Stop! What are you thinking, silly child? I told you not to get too excited, listen! I'm pregnant!" "What? What? Pregnant... Ah! It can't be related to me." "Look at you, Mom hasn't been with a man for over twenty years, who else could it be but you? But I'm worried about my advanced maternal age, and now I don't want it to end. Whether you agree or not, I'm going to give birth to this baby! Therefore, I need good medical care and a new environment!" "I understand! Thank you, Mom! You're a hero in our family, carrying two generations of men!" "Alright! It's best if you accept it, so you have to fly over to be with me often!" "Okay! I don't need you to tell me!" "What? Am I old?" "No! Baby isn't old!" "Haha! Calling yourself Mom baby, aren't you ashamed! But Mom likes you calling me that! We're almost there, don't go inside to see me off, Mom will be reluctant to do anything rash!" "No! I want to go! I'm not afraid!" I insisted. "Okay, but watch me board from a distance!" The car finally arrived, and I watched my mother's plane ascend into the blue sky. I began to dream about the wonderful life in America!I saw a note on the bedside table: "Husband! You should go back to your life, you should reclaim your identity from before last night!" I read the note, unsure whether to be happy or sad. I couldn't help but cry, reflecting on my life over the past thirty years, on my emotional journey over those thirty years! For the next two days, I didn't see my mother. She disappeared from my life; her phone was off, and there was no trace of her in any of her usual places. I was very worried about her, but I knew she would be alright; she wouldn't regret that night's pleasure! When I went to work on the third day, I saw the chairman's room door open. I felt an indescribable joy. I ran over quickly and saw my mother packing her things. When she saw me, a slight blush seemed to rise on her face, but it quickly subsided. "Son! You're here." My mother emphasized the word "son." I knew she was reminding me of something, and I blushed and lowered my head. Soon, the company employees arrived one after another. It was then that I learned my mother had called a board meeting, where she announced her resignation as chairperson, to be replaced by me. The handover procedures would be completed after she returned from her inspection of the branch office setup in the United States. During her absence, I would exercise the chairperson's powers. I was shocked, but my mother didn't give me any chance to understand. She took a flight that very night! I knew in my heart that I had put too much pressure on her; she had endured things that others couldn't bear, though it wasn't necessarily painful. But I thought my mother needed to calm down! Work pressure was the best medicine for me right now; it relieved my longing for my mother and wife. For a while, I felt completely cut off from my mother, but my wife called every night, saying that the branch office setup was going smoothly, and that my mother had asked her to buy a villa here, and that renovations had already begun! My wife and I didn't quite understand why my mother did this! Time flew by, and almost two months had passed since my mother left. I occasionally chatted with her on the phone during this time, and I could sense that her mood was good. That day, my wife suddenly called, telling me that my mother and I were flying back to China the next day. She said my mother wasn't feeling well, constantly nauseous for no apparent reason, and that she should see a doctor, but my mother firmly refused, saying she was fine, just experiencing some stomach discomfort. My wife also relayed several decisions my mother had made: 1. To convene a board meeting to formally complete the handover of the chairmanship, with my mother becoming a company supervisor. 2. To publicly recruit a general manager for the company. 3. My wife would be promoted from deputy general manager to chief financial officer, and participate in the board meeting. Additionally, my mother had the company book her a return flight to the US a week later. It seemed she really was leaving me. A shadow fell over me, but I knew my mistakes had hurt my mother. However, there were many things I didn't understand, because through observing her over the past two months, I felt my mother didn't seem particularly distressed; on the contrary, she seemed quite happy, only her emotions had been fluctuating these past few days! Everything at the company went smoothly, and Mom didn't stay in China for even a day longer than usual. But I could sense that the way she looked at me after she came back this time was really strange. I really couldn't understand what she was thinking. However, I started to regret my impulsive decision that night! If I hadn't done that, Mom might not have left! When Mom was going to the airport, she didn't let my wife see her off, saying that she had some urgent tax-related business to handle. Although my wife could have taken the time, Mom insisted that the company had just undergone changes and there shouldn't be any mistakes, so she asked my wife to stay at the company. My wife couldn't insist any further. So, I was the one who saw Mom off at the airport. After we got in the car, Mom rolled up the window between the front and back seats, giving us an hour of private time. As the car smoothly drove along the airport expressway, Mom suddenly kissed me, saying passionately, "Don't be my son anymore, be my husband, okay? I've built a new home in America. Will you only need to spend a third of the year with me?" "Ah! So you had this planned all along. I thought you couldn't get over what happened that night and wanted to leave me forever." "Yes, that's what I thought at first. I couldn't accept myself. I felt like the most wanton mother in the world, seducing my own son and reaching orgasm and screaming passionately under him! I really couldn't forgive myself for getting up to open the door for you that night. But now I'm different. Something has shocked me greatly, and I've changed my mind. I've decided to work hard for my beliefs!" "What is it?" "It's the punishment I'm receiving for my long-term use of estrogen." "What?" "No way! You're perfectly healthy, aren't you? No, I can't let you go to a foreign land all alone..." "Stop! What are you thinking, silly child? I told you not to get too excited, listen! I'm pregnant!" "What? What? Pregnant... Ah! It can't be related to me." "Look at you, Mom hasn't been with a man for over twenty years, who else could it be but you? But I'm worried about my advanced maternal age, and now I don't want it to end. Whether you agree or not, I'm going to give birth to this baby! Therefore, I need good medical care and a new environment!" "I understand! Thank you, Mom! You're a hero in our family, carrying two generations of men!" "Alright! It's best if you accept it, so you have to fly over to be with me often!" "Okay! I don't need you to tell me!" "What? Am I old?" "No! Baby isn't old!" "Haha! Calling yourself Mom baby, aren't you ashamed! But Mom likes you calling me that! We're almost there, don't go inside to see me off, Mom will be reluctant to do anything rash!" "No! I want to go! I'm not afraid!" I insisted. "Okay, but watch me board from a distance!" The car finally arrived, and I watched my mother's plane ascend into the blue sky. I began to dream about the wonderful life in America!I saw a note on the bedside table: "Husband! You should go back to your life, you should reclaim your identity from before last night!" I read the note, unsure whether to be happy or sad. I couldn't help but cry, reflecting on my life over the past thirty years, on my emotional journey over those thirty years! For the next two days, I didn't see my mother. She disappeared from my life; her phone was off, and there was no trace of her in any of her usual places. I was very worried about her, but I knew she would be alright; she wouldn't regret that night's pleasure! When I went to work on the third day, I saw the chairman's room door open. I felt an indescribable joy. I ran over quickly and saw my mother packing her things. When she saw me, a slight blush seemed to rise on her face, but it quickly subsided. "Son! You're here." My mother emphasized the word "son." I knew she was reminding me of something, and I blushed and lowered my head. Soon, the company employees arrived one after another. It was then that I learned my mother had called a board meeting, where she announced her resignation as chairperson, to be replaced by me. The handover procedures would be completed after she returned from her inspection of the branch office setup in the United States. During her absence, I would exercise the chairperson's powers. I was shocked, but my mother didn't give me any chance to understand. She took a flight that very night! I knew in my heart that I had put too much pressure on her; she had endured things that others couldn't bear, though it wasn't necessarily painful. But I thought my mother needed to calm down! Work pressure was the best medicine for me right now; it relieved my longing for my mother and wife. For a while, I felt completely cut off from my mother, but my wife called every night, saying that the branch office setup was going smoothly, and that my mother had asked her to buy a villa here, and that renovations had already begun! My wife and I didn't quite understand why my mother did this! Time flew by, and almost two months had passed since my mother left. I occasionally chatted with her on the phone during this time, and I could sense that her mood was good. That day, my wife suddenly called, telling me that my mother and I were flying back to China the next day. She said my mother wasn't feeling well, constantly nauseous for no apparent reason, and that she should see a doctor, but my mother firmly refused, saying she was fine, just experiencing some stomach discomfort. My wife also relayed several decisions my mother had made: 1. To convene a board meeting to formally complete the handover of the chairmanship, with my mother becoming a company supervisor. 2. To publicly recruit a general manager for the company. 3. My wife would be promoted from deputy general manager to chief financial officer, and participate in the board meeting. Additionally, my mother had the company book her a return flight to the US a week later. It seemed she really was leaving me. A shadow fell over me, but I knew my mistakes had hurt my mother. However, there were many things I didn't understand, because through observing her over the past two months, I felt my mother didn't seem particularly distressed; on the contrary, she seemed quite happy, only her emotions had been fluctuating these past few days! Everything at the company went smoothly, and Mom didn't stay in China for even a day longer than usual. But I could sense that the way she looked at me after she came back this time was really strange. I really couldn't understand what she was thinking. However, I started to regret my impulsive decision that night! If I hadn't done that, Mom might not have left! When Mom was going to the airport, she didn't let my wife see her off, saying that she had some urgent tax-related business to handle. Although my wife could have taken the time, Mom insisted that the company had just undergone changes and there shouldn't be any mistakes, so she asked my wife to stay at the company. My wife couldn't insist any further. So, I was the one who saw Mom off at the airport. After we got in the car, Mom rolled up the window between the front and back seats, giving us an hour of private time. As the car smoothly drove along the airport expressway, Mom suddenly kissed me, saying passionately, "Don't be my son anymore, be my husband, okay? I've built a new home in America. Will you only need to spend a third of the year with me?" "Ah! So you had this planned all along. I thought you couldn't get over what happened that night and wanted to leave me forever." "Yes, that's what I thought at first. I couldn't accept myself. I felt like the most wanton mother in the world, seducing my own son and reaching orgasm and screaming passionately under him! I really couldn't forgive myself for getting up to open the door for you that night. But now I'm different. Something has shocked me greatly, and I've changed my mind. I've decided to work hard for my beliefs!" "What is it?" "It's the punishment I'm receiving for my long-term use of estrogen." "What?" "No way! You're perfectly healthy, aren't you? No, I can't let you go to a foreign land all alone..." "Stop! What are you thinking, silly child? I told you not to get too excited, listen! I'm pregnant!" "What? What? Pregnant... Ah! It can't be related to me." "Look at you, Mom hasn't been with a man for over twenty years, who else could it be but you? But I'm worried about my advanced maternal age, and now I don't want it to end. Whether you agree or not, I'm going to give birth to this baby! Therefore, I need good medical care and a new environment!" "I understand! Thank you, Mom! You're a hero in our family, carrying two generations of men!" "Alright! It's best if you accept it, so you have to fly over to be with me often!" "Okay! I don't need you to tell me!" "What? Am I old?" "No! Baby isn't old!" "Haha! Calling yourself Mom baby, aren't you ashamed! But Mom likes you calling me that! We're almost there, don't go inside to see me off, Mom will be reluctant to do anything rash!" "No! I want to go! I'm not afraid!" I insisted. "Okay, but watch me board from a distance!" The car finally arrived, and I watched my mother's plane ascend into the blue sky. I began to dream about the wonderful life in America!I acted impulsively that night! If I hadn't done that, Mom might not have left! When Mom was going to the airport, she didn't let my wife see her off, saying she had some urgent tax-related business to handle. Although my wife could have taken the time, Mom insisted that the company had just undergone changes and she didn't want any mistakes, so she asked my wife to stay at the company. My wife couldn't insist any further. So, I was the one who took Mom to the airport. After we got in the car, Mom rolled up the window between the front and back seats, giving us an hour of private time. As the car smoothly drove along the airport expressway, Mom suddenly kissed me, saying passionately, "Don't be my son anymore, be my husband, okay? I've built a new home in America. Will you only need to spend a third of the year with me?" "Ah! So you had this planned all along. I thought you couldn't get over what happened that night and wanted to leave me forever." "Yes, that's what I thought at first. I couldn't accept myself. I felt like the most wanton mother in the world, seducing my own son and reaching orgasm and screaming passionately under him! I really couldn't forgive myself for getting up to open the door for you that night. But now I'm different. Something has shocked me greatly, and I've changed my mind. I've decided to work hard for my beliefs!" "What is it?" "It's the punishment I'm receiving for my long-term use of estrogen." "What?" "No way! You're perfectly healthy, aren't you? No, I can't let you go to a foreign land all alone..." "Stop! What are you thinking, silly child? I told you not to get too excited, listen! I'm pregnant!" "What? What? Pregnant... Ah! It can't be related to me." "Look at you, Mom hasn't been with a man for over twenty years, who else could it be but you? But I'm worried about my advanced maternal age, and now I don't want it to end. Whether you agree or not, I'm going to give birth to this baby! Therefore, I need good medical care and a new environment!" "I understand! Thank you, Mom! You're a hero in our family, carrying two generations of men!" "Alright! It's best if you accept it, so you have to fly over to be with me often!" "Okay! I don't need you to tell me!" "What? Am I old?" "No! Baby isn't old!" "Haha! Calling yourself Mom baby, aren't you ashamed! But Mom likes you calling me that! We're almost there, don't go inside to see me off, Mom will be reluctant to do anything rash!" "No! I want to go! I'm not afraid!" I insisted. "Okay, but watch me board from a distance!" The car finally arrived, and I watched my mother's plane ascend into the blue sky. I began to dream about the wonderful life in America!I acted impulsively that night! If I hadn't done that, Mom might not have left! When Mom was going to the airport, she didn't let my wife see her off, saying she had some urgent tax-related business to handle. Although my wife could have taken the time, Mom insisted that the company had just undergone changes and she didn't want any mistakes, so she asked my wife to stay at the company. My wife couldn't insist any further. So, I was the one who took Mom to the airport. After we got in the car, Mom rolled up the window between the front and back seats, giving us an hour of private time. As the car smoothly drove along the airport expressway, Mom suddenly kissed me, saying passionately, "Don't be my son anymore, be my husband, okay? I've built a new home in America. Will you only need to spend a third of the year with me?" "Ah! So you had this planned all along. I thought you couldn't get over what happened that night and wanted to leave me forever." "Yes, that's what I thought at first. I couldn't accept myself. I felt like the most wanton mother in the world, seducing my own son and reaching orgasm and screaming passionately under him! I really couldn't forgive myself for getting up to open the door for you that night. But now I'm different. Something has shocked me greatly, and I've changed my mind. I've decided to work hard for my beliefs!" "What is it?" "It's the punishment I'm receiving for my long-term use of estrogen." "What?" "No way! You're perfectly healthy, aren't you? No, I can't let you go to a foreign land all alone..." "Stop! What are you thinking, silly child? I told you not to get too excited, listen! I'm pregnant!" "What? What? Pregnant... Ah! It can't be related to me." "Look at you, Mom hasn't been with a man for over twenty years, who else could it be but you? But I'm worried about my advanced maternal age, and now I don't want it to end. Whether you agree or not, I'm going to give birth to this baby! Therefore, I need good medical care and a new environment!" "I understand! Thank you, Mom! You're a hero in our family, carrying two generations of men!" "Alright! It's best if you accept it, so you have to fly over to be with me often!" "Okay! I don't need you to tell me!" "What? Am I old?" "No! Baby isn't old!" "Haha! Calling yourself Mom baby, aren't you ashamed! But Mom likes you calling me that! We're almost there, don't go inside to see me off, Mom will be reluctant to do anything rash!" "No! I want to go! I'm not afraid!" I insisted. "Okay, but watch me board from a distance!" The car finally arrived, and I watched my mother's plane ascend into the blue sky. I began to dream about the wonderful life in America!
Back in my office at the end, I was excited. I thanked God for his favor, and I was filled with passion. I called my wife into my office. When she came in, I closed the door, pushed her down onto my desk, and made love to her passionately. My wife was amazed by my vigor and stimulated by the environment, reaching an unprecedented climax. She actually collapsed in my office, thankfully it was a suite, and she slept there for the afternoon before she could walk again. When she got out of bed, her eyes were full of tenderness when she looked at me! Soon, my company will be hiring another deputy finance director to assume the duties of the finance director during the director's maternity leave!

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