Becoming a Mother: The New Man - Part 1

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" Ah

! So big, so big, good son... um... good husband... ah! I'm going to come... um!"

"Mom, how is it? Isn't it much bigger than Dad's, ah?!"

"Ah!... Ah!... It's inside, ah!..."

"Hmm? Is it good? Mom, you've held back for so long, do you want your son to give you a grandson all at once, ah?"

"Yes! I want my son! I want my stinky son's big stinky cock! Hurry up and come in, fuck, fuck Mom's big cunt!"

"Ah! I'm coming! Ah..."

After finishing with Mom, she lay sprawled out on the hotel bed, panting heavily. The front desk rang, and
Mom put it on speakerphone. The young girl on the other end shyly reminded us to rest.

I wished her goodnight and hoped she would have such a wonderful life.

After hanging up, I buried my head in Mom's soft breasts. Mom's nipples were red and tender,
trembling , like cherries in this season. I wrapped Mom's nipples tightly in my mouth, my tongue gently swirling around them.

"Mmm...mmm..." Amidst my mother's wanton moans, rain began to fall outside the window, and the wind picked up.

That day's rain is etched deeply into my memory, like Colonel Aureliano Buendía's unforgettable
afternoon when he saw the ice cubes.

It was June 8th, 2006. The day I finished my college entrance exams.

Like someone suddenly thrown into the world, I walked out
of the exam hall . I didn't know whether to feel joy or sorrow. My mother was leaning against a streetlamp in front of the department store, and
she saw me in the crowd, waving at me.

Almost as if she were rushing over, she hugged me tightly, her body emanating a faint milky scent.

"Son, that woman came to our door," my mother whispered in my ear, "I've agreed to
divorce your father."

"Huh? Really?" I didn't react for a moment; the image of my mother angrily tearing up the divorce papers sent by my father and that
woman was still vivid in my mind.

"You're all grown up now. I don't need him anymore, let him get lost," Mom
said .

Through my jeans, my groin began to swell.

They were divorced.

Since Dad left home six years ago, Mom and I had slept in the same bed, under the same blanket. I recalled
those unforgettable nights, hearing the woman on the other end of the line hurling insults at Mom in a shrill voice, while Mom
quietly sobbed alone by the bedside so as not to disturb me. In those unbearable moments, we would close our eyes,
pretending to be talking in our sleep, our sweaty bodies intertwined, then on an ordinary morning, we would eat breakfast with
the unspoken understanding , and go to school or work.

My mother, Wang Wei, is a department head at a machinery company. Through her family's connections and her own hard work, she rose from
a lowly salesperson to a department head, always presenting herself as an iron lady. She would always spend
the night on the train when traveling for work, and immediately throw herself into her work the next day. My father was originally an honest and hardworking middle school teacher. Through an introduction from our elders
, these two completely incompatible people came together.

In my limited childhood memories, the only times they were together at home were arguments and cold wars. My father would always
adopt his teacher's demeanor, using a stick to deal with my flamboyant hairstyle, which had been the subject of complaints because of my overly long hair.
Whenever this happened, my mother would stand in front of me, making excuses for me with various reasons. She would always
try to ease the tension at home by arranging jobs for my father's relatives.

Day by day, my father started using my mother's connections to go out and do educational training,
becoming a boss, rarely coming home, and finding a new woman. When my mother found out, she simply said, "Let him be," and temporarily
suspended her job at work to come back and focus on taking care of me while I studied.

It was around that time that I first saw my mother, 1.68 meters tall, with 36D breasts, wearing only
a pair of lace panties and a pink apron, wandering around the house.

From that moment on, I couldn't suppress the urge in my lower body. I grabbed my mother's discarded underwear from the bathroom and masturbated,
then pretended not to notice and stuffed it at the bottom of the pile of clothes.

My mother did the same thing, and I could hear her moaning and calling my name on the toilet, her
continuous panting amidst a fishy smell.

We exchanged our clothes like this, caressing each other's bodies in bed at night, exchanging thoughts like hitting
a ping-pong ball , "Soon they'll get divorced," spending our
days supporting each other emotionally.

On the day my mother officially agreed to the divorce, and I was about to enter university, in the early
summer , mixed with the smell of mustiness and fishy odor, my mother and I completed a ritualistic transgression.
I officially took my father's place.

Chapter 1 Family Banquet

To celebrate my successful graduation from high school, according to family custom, we held banquets for several days. Amidst
the clinking of glasses , I grew tired of the empty words from the elders.

Meanwhile, glancing at my mother beside me, I saw her still beaming with pride, responding to each
toast with a radiant smile.

"Come on, Sister Wang Wei, now you're free of worries, aren't you? Your son is so big and handsome,
tall and strong, and he'll be going to university soon. Everyone in the family envies you." My aunt, who runs a business in Guangdong
, raised a glass of red wine and said to my mother.

"Oh, not at all, you have no idea how much I've worried about this brat." My mother
smiled and glanced at me as she spoke to the relatives.

"Oh dear, Sister Wang Wei, what are you saying! If my son were like yours, I'd
be laughing in my dreams." My aunt pointed to the boy next to her, engrossed in playing King of Glory, my
nephew Weiwei, and said irritably. "This kid, only in the first year of junior high, already has a girlfriend.
His homeroom teacher called me and his dad to school and scolded us for ages. We've lost all face."

"Really?" My mother said, somewhat shocked.

"Yes. Isn't it infuriating? Oh dear, your husband must have been dating quite a few girls." My aunt
said to my mother with a smile.

"Him..." My mother's face suddenly flushed slightly, and she pretended to choke on the coconut juice and
coughed.

Seeing this, I quickly interjected, "Of course, of course, she's a very beautiful girl, you could say we're
childhood sweethearts."

"Wow!!" The relatives at the table exclaimed in unison, "That's wonderful!
Are to have a grandson? Ah? Is that right? Wang Wei, you're going to have a grandson now, congratulations!"

My mother's face turned even redder, and she half-heartedly responded to the relatives' comments.

Who would have thought that the "childhood sweetheart" I was talking about was my dear mother? No wonder she
blushed.

Seeing my mother's rosy face and the relatives' unromantic and aggressive questioning, I wanted to tease
her , so I secretly slipped a hand under the tablecloth and slowly slid it up my mother's smooth, beautiful leg, my fingertips twirling.
My mother was drinking coconut juice when she was completely taken aback by my audacity in front of so many people. Her thigh
twitched she gave me a reproachful glance before quickly stopping my fingers from reaching her groin.

However, I knew my mother's sexual desires; with everyone watching, her son and I were doing this indecent
thing, and she was bound to get excited. So, not only did I continue to explore between her legs, but I also deliberately asked her
loudly , "Mom, what if I give you a big, healthy boy next year?"

My mother realized I was intentionally teasing her. She bit her lip, and taking advantage of the relatives' teasing,
she suddenly squeezed her legs together, trapping my hand firmly between her legs. A warm sensation washed over my fingertips.
Sure enough, my mother couldn't resist. Her vagina was gushing with lustful fluid, like a spring, and as I
gently touched her, the slippery liquid gradually coated my fingers. She feigned being unable to hold her liquor,
supporting her chin with one hand and pressing her thumb to her lips, trying to suppress any sound. The more she tried to endure
it, the more I couldn't resist teasing her.

"Ah? Mom, say something. Let's have a chubby baby next year, okay?" I
said , my hands moving faster and slower, listening to my mother's suppressed low moans as if
playing some instrument just for me.

Judging that my mother was about to climax, I slowly withdrew my fingers, wiped them
clean with a wet wipe on the table, poured a full glass of white wine, and thanked each of my relatives (including those whose names I
barely knew) for watching me survive to graduate from university—a truly invaluable contribution.

Watching the ancestors of the family, who had once boldly stepped into the tides of the times to build the family business, gradually show signs
of fatigue, and seeing the younger generation facing an even more complex society, my mother, breathing heavily,
in a dazed and confused state of mind, downed the wine in my glass in one gulp, smashing the glass on the hotel carpet,
loudly announcing the end of the banquet.

These people, who might never see each other again, exchanged business cards, hoping to suddenly climb into the lap of some
business or political patron, or weighing who was more likely to lend them a loan for their next shipment of goods. In an instant
, their status changed from that of a nominal banquet, and they left the hotel one after another.

Suddenly, someone pinched my arm. Ouch.

"Hmph! You brat, daring to flirt with your old lady in a place like this!" My mother seemed to
have recovered and began to reprimand me for my outrageous behavior today.

"Oh, honey, wasn't this to satisfy you? And now you're blaming your man? Who was it
that was gripping my hand so tightly just now? Oh, you've had your fun, and you won't admit it? Smell it, I can still smell your
scent on it."

I put my finger to my mother's lips. She blushed and didn't dare to look me in the eye, quickly turning her head to see if the guests
had left . After confirming that only my few drunken uncles were left at the door, she closed her eyes
slightly, stuck out the tip of her tongue and ran it across my finger, then blinked. "Honey... I didn't touch any of this food
just . Should we give me something nourishing when we get home? Hmm~?"

Sure enough, once the relatives left, my mother couldn't hold back anymore. But you can't call her promiscuous. A beautiful forty-year-old
woman, once her desire is aroused, isn't it so easy for her to calm down?

I stood up and asked the uncles at the door with concern if they needed me to take them home, while my hand restlessly
pinched my mother's nipple again. Hmm, round and plump, like cherries this season.

"When we get back, I'll feed you until you're full," I leered, silently repeating each word to my mother.

My mother turned her head away coquettishly, her legs seemingly tightening slightly without her noticing.

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