Birthday wish

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1.

I received a letter out of the blue. That evening, I returned to my dorm, and no one was there. I saw
a yellow letter on the table in front of my bed. The words "To Ning Hai" on the envelope were written very solemnly, which made
me suspicious. Could it be a prank by my roommate? I opened the envelope and unfolded the folded white letter paper.
It read:

Dear Mr. Ning Hai:

I am an inspector of the "Heavenly Court and Human World Observation Committee." The following content is very important, please
read it carefully. For some ulterior motive, the committee has been conducting comprehensive
surveillance and monitoring on you for the past month. The following are the results of your monitoring.

Basic Information: Ning Hai, male, 21 years old, unmarried, a sophomore at XX University, majoring in Software Engineering. Test Report: Our surveillance system detected that you spend over ten hours a day playing games

such as League of Legends, PUBG, and Honor of Kings. You have been going to bed later than 2 AM for a month, and occasionally stay up all night. You failed subjects such as Advanced Mathematics, Linear Algebra, and Computer Organization. Furthermore, you were found to have cheated on exams for subjects such as C Programming and Introduction to Computer Science. You have also had an incestuous relationship with your biological mother. 　　Conclusion: Based on the above data, we have reason to believe that you are hopelessly addicted to the virtual world, lack academic skills , and have zero chance of becoming a valuable member of society in the future. Your special relationship with your biological mother may even negatively impact societal values, harm your family, and could even lead to your father's suicide. 　　So, we regret to inform you that we will be collecting your soul on your birthday. As a small compensation, we will grant you one birthday wish. You only need to write it down on this letter. However, please note that there are conditions: you only have one chance to make a wish, and the wish must not harm anyone it affects. 　　Furthermore, any attempt to tell others about this letter will result in premature collection. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　Heavenly Court Human Observation Committee. 　　I was shocked. The words "incestuous relationship with my biological mother" felt like a needle piercing my heart. Who wrote this? Who?! And collecting my soul—does that mean they're going to kill me? I didn't believe there was such a thing as a " Heavenly Court Human Observation Committee." I tore the letter and envelope to shreds and threw them all into the trash can. 　　Speaking of birthdays, my mother and I share the same birthday, the 10th of next month. I should prepare a birthday present for my mother . I thought of some other random things, trying my best to forget about the letter. 　　Suddenly, I received a call from my sister. She said, "Haihai, come back quickly, something happened to Dad ." 　　That night, I packed my bags, bought a train ticket, and rushed back to my hometown from Hangzhou, where my university was located. When I got home, Dad's body was already in the mourning hall. Mom sat beside him, sobbing uncontrollably. 　　I walked to the crystal coffin. No matter how complicated my feelings were, my tears were real. Dad was very good to me, loved me very much, and from childhood to adulthood, he would fulfill any request I had. Now, Dad's face was covered with a burlap sack; he was lifeless. While I was on the way, I heard from relatives that Dad had been hit by a car while drunk and died instantly. But as far as I could remember, he never drank. I didn't know if they were mistaken. 　　I sat down next to Mom, and when I tried to hug her, she threw herself into my arms, crying even harder. 　　During Dad's three-day funeral, I kept my head down, afraid someone would see through me. Because besides grief, I also felt a sense of luck, which made me ashamed. All of this stemmed from a secret I'd kept: my mother and I had an incestuous relationship since high school. Although the letter exposed this secret, it also proved wrong; my father didn't commit suicide because of me. 　　While I felt guilty towards my father from the day I fell in love with my mother, this very guilt now brings a sense of relief. The biggest psychological burden for both my mother and me is gone. 　　This complex feeling accompanied me through my father's funeral. 　　My uncle handled all the funeral arrangements these past few days, and my mother and I didn't communicate much. Because , we've become distant. 　　Every time I see my mother's thin figure, it's the most striking thing to me. She's lost at least ten pounds. She was already slender, but now she looks bony. My mother comes from a rural area; her family was poor, and she suffered from malnutrition as a child, earning her the nickname "Little One." She developed , suddenly growing taller, and is now over 1.6 meters, which is considered average for a woman in southern China. 　　My mother, nicknamed "Little One" since childhood, possessed an astonishing tenacity and perseverance despite her frail frame. In the first half of her life , she used this strength to get into university, changing her life and forging a path completely different from her aunt and uncle. In the second half, she poured her heart and soul into managing the family. She never fought with others or flattered superiors ; even after 18 years as a doctor without achieving any professional title, she never complained. My mother would prepare every meal on time, clean the house daily, and keep my father's and my clothes neatly organized. Moreover , she single-handedly handled all the social obligations to relatives and elders during holidays. Diligence, kindness, and humility were the unanimous praise from the neighbors; the brilliance of traditional Chinese virtues shone in her. 　　I vowed to shoulder the responsibilities of a husband, to take good care of my mother, and to make her happy. Because I firmly believe that among women of this generation, I will never find another girl with my mother's qualities. 　　I only managed to get three days off, and including the weekend, I stayed for a total of five days. I didn't want to go back; I was going to my mother's place for classes. But I couldn't resist my mother and sister's urging, especially my mother. Once she's made up her mind, her stubbornness is unyielding . I had no choice but to buy the ticket. 　　The night before I was to return to school, my sister went to her in-laws' house to visit her child, pick up some clothes and daily necessities, and would be back . I heard she would be staying with my mother for a while, so for now, it was just my mother and me at home. While my mother was cooking in the kitchen, looking at her back, I couldn't help but go up and wrap my arms around her shoulders. 　　My mother flinched, and without turning her head, 　　she whispered, "Haihai, let go of me." I said, "No. I won't let go of you, Mom."

My mother's voice was very soft; the three-day funeral seemed to have taken all her strength. She almost pleaded,
"Please let me go, okay?"

My mother had never spoken to me like that before. Tears welled up in her eyes. I slowly withdrew my hand,
unsure of what to say.

My mother said softly again, "Wait for me a moment, the food will be ready soon."

I managed a weak "Okay" and left the kitchen.

After bringing the food out, my mother pulled me to the brazier to burn paper money for my father. Suddenly, she said,
"Haihai, go back and study hard, okay?"

"Okay," I replied. Looking at the burning paper money in the brazier, I was silent for a moment, then asked,
"Mom, can I stay a couple more days?"

"No," my mother refused outright. Her voice was soft, but her unwavering attitude made me afraid to look
her in the eye.

Throughout the meal, my mother kept asking me about school. I answered her questions one by one, and this atmosphere was
incredibly painful for me.

After finally finishing our meal, I helped my mother sort through my father's belongings. The sight and sound brought
tears to . I coaxed her out of the room, and after sitting for a while, she said she was tired and wanted to go to sleep.
She told me to remember to wake him up the next morning so she could see him off at the train station.

This was the first time my mother had said this. Before, I was always the one who wasn't worried about not being able to get up the next day and had my mother wake me .
This change in my role made me realize the responsibility I had.

My sister came home very late. I was idly playing a mobile game on my phone when I casually asked her, "Why didn't you bring my
nephew home with you?" My

sister put her hands on her hips and said, "The house is such a mess, I don't have time to take care of that little tyrant." She sat down next to me and said, "Mom and Dad are so strict with me. Look at you, you're practically ruined by playing games." Her tone was full of complaints and dissatisfaction. 　　I lowered my head and remained silent. 　　"Hey, stop thinking about games all the time. Tell me, have you found a girlfriend at school yet?" 　　I replied, "No." 　　My sister suddenly said sadly, "Dad's gone. From now on, it'll be just the two of us siblings supporting the family. Don't just think about playing all the time." 　　Mentioning Dad, I subconsciously put away my phone and nodded. 　　My sister suddenly hugged me. "Don't worry too much. Your brother-in-law and I are here. Just focus on your studies." 　　Her soft breasts pressed against my arm. It was a cool day, and through just a layer of clothing, I could clearly feel the firm texture of her bra. I felt a little embarrassed. To ease the tension, I complained , "Sis, I'm a grown woman now, not a child anymore. I know what I'm doing." 　　My sister said, "That's good. I'm exhausted these past few days. I'm going to sleep now. You should go to sleep early too." She got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. 　　Watching her back, the shapely curves of her buttocks made me have impure thoughts. My sister is different from my mother. When she was born , our family was already considered well-off. She ate and drank well, and her development was always good. Now she has a great figure. Since having children, she has become even more voluptuous. Her breasts have increased by at least one cup size, her hips have grown bigger , and she has a curvy figure, but she doesn't seem to have actually gained weight. The fat has all gone to the right places. 　　I patted my head, wondering what I was thinking. After my sister went to her room to sleep, I lost interest in playing games. After washing up, I prepared to go to bed, but looking at my mother's room next door, I inexplicably opened her door. 　　I turned around and gently closed the door, then groped my way to my mother's bed in the dark. Afraid of waking her, I heard her sobbing. 　　My mother hadn't slept! 　　I took it upon myself to slip into the covers and hugged her from behind. This time, she didn't struggle. I didn't know how to comfort her, and I was worried that any further actions would backfire, so I just held her there . 　　Her sobbing gradually subsided. 　　I decided to chat with my mom about random things. I asked, "Mom, when you were taking the college entrance exam, weren't Grandma and Auntie very unsupportive of you?" 　　Mom said, "They didn't believe I could get in." 　　"Why? Mom, weren't your grades always very good?" 　　Mom replied, "I broke my leg when I was little, and later..." 　　I immediately interrupted her, "Mom, I've never heard you mention that before." 　　"It's not something to be proud of. Your uncle encouraged me to ride a cow, and I fell off and broke my leg ." 　　"He's not your real brother, is he?" I muttered under my breath. 　　My mother recalled the past, saying, "The school was far from the village, and I couldn't walk that far even with my crutches , so I simply dropped out of school. I never expected it to last four years. At that time, your uncle wanted to go to vocational school, and the family didn't have the money to support my schooling anymore." " 　　Ah?" 　　My mother continued, "I hadn't even finished junior high school then. By the time the family had money, I was already of high school age, and if I wanted to go, I would have to go back to junior high." 　　I could imagine that scene; my mother was like a student who had repeated four years, and I wondered what kind of strange looks she would receive in class. Just thinking about it sent chills down my spine. If it were me, I probably wouldn't want . 　　My mother said, "Nobody believed I could amount to anything, but once I've made up my mind, nobody can change it. Your grandma had no choice but to send me to school. I only studied for one year of junior high, but then I got the highest score in the county on the high school entrance exam and went to high school as I wished." 　　"Mom, you're amazing." 　　"You don't know how hard I work. Unlike you, who just plays all day, inheriting your uncle's bad habit of not studying." 　　I smiled and hugged my mother tightly. She trembled slightly and said, "Haihai, go back to school and find a girlfriend ." 　　My whole body stiffened, and we both fell silent. 　　After a while, I let go of my mother, got up, got out of bed, and left the room. My mother's words hurt me. There's always been a hurdle in my heart; I still can't be sure if my mother loved me or was just trying to satisfy my lust. 　　The next day, I didn't wake my mother. I even deliberately got up an hour early and left home early, as...

If parting is destined to involve hurtful words, then I'd rather leave alone.

When I returned to school, the dorm was empty; everyone must have gone to class. I
put , on the bed, and as I turned to sit down, a yellow envelope on the table in front of me sent chills down my spine, especially
the four large, vermilion characters "To Ninghai"—it was like a death knell. It must be a prank!
Trembling, I opened the envelope and unfolded the folded letter. There was an extra line: "Your
anger makes me realize that you still have room for change."

What did this mean? On one hand, I was genuinely terrified, but on the other hand, I was incredibly indignant. This time, I
grabbed a lighter from my roommate's bedside table and lit it.

Then I said to it, "I am indeed prepared to change myself, but not because of your threats; it's for
my mother."

I burned the letter completely to ashes, then took the ashtray filled with the ashes to the bathroom
and emptied it.

After doing all this, I found my class schedule in my drawer and went to the teaching building.

Throughout the day, I didn't miss a single class, forcing myself to listen attentively to the teacher
's lectures from beginning to end.

That evening, I texted my mom, "Mom, I'll study hard."

She replied, "Mom's happy."

Then, I cheekily added, "Mom, if you study hard, you won't have a girlfriend."

She didn't reply immediately. I wondered what she would say, but instead, she simply replied with a few words:
"Okay, go to sleep early."

I tossed my phone aside. Go to sleep early, huh? I spitefully lay down on the bed, pulled the covers over myself, and fell asleep
. Lying

in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I reflected on my relationship with my mom. Was I really going to just give up like this? No,
I love my mom, and I could never give up that love. And deep down, I believed that my mom loved
me too—it was romantic love, even if it wasn't much, it was definitely there!

The next morning, I forced myself to continue studying. That evening, instead of going to the classroom to study,
I grabbed a copy of Advanced Mathematics and rushed to the classroom. At least I realized one thing: playing games all the time
would really ruin me. What would I use to take care of my mother after graduation? How could I bring her happiness?

For several days, I refused all game invitations,
spending most of my time in the classroom with my books. Every night, I would send my mother a WeChat message. To prove I was studying, I childishly
took some photos and sent them to her, but she always simply replied, "Go to sleep early."

After a week, I was almost going crazy. If my mother didn't like me anymore and decided to cut ties and
restore
a WeChat message from my sister made me almost jump up: "Mom said she wants to visit you in Hangzhou."

"Really?!" I could barely hold my phone.

"Of course it's true! Mom's coming over on Friday. I'll take her to relax."

I was so excited, I couldn't believe it and asked again, "Is Mom alone?"

"Yes, I've been too busy to spend time with her. I'll take her to Zhangjiajie for a relaxing getaway in two weeks.
Will you come then?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

After typing, my trembling hands couldn't hold on any longer, and the phone fell to the ground with a "thud." I
shouted excitedly, and everyone in the study room turned to look at me. I quickly said, "I'm sorry."

I picked up my phone, packed my things, grabbed my backpack, and ran to a quiet grove of trees. I sat on a bench and
called my mom. The moment she answered, I asked, "Mom, are you coming to Hangzhou on Friday?"

Mom asked, "Did your sister tell you?"

"Yes."

"Actually, I've always wanted to visit where you go to school. I couldn't go with you when you started school last year,
which is a real regret."

"What regret? Mom, you know what? I'm so happy!"

"Haihai, I'm so happy you've started studying seriously. Go to sleep early."

I quickly said, "Mom, talk to me a little longer."

Mom was silent for a moment, but at least she didn't hang up. So I said, "Okay, I'll just say one sentence, then I'll go to
sleep."

I waited anxiously for Mom's response. After a while, Mom said very carefully, "Go on..."

I said, "Mom, I will definitely become someone who can make you happy."

There was another silence on the other end. I said, "Mom, I'm going to sleep now." After hanging up, I looked up at
the night sky. Dad's death had created a rift between Mom and me. I knew it must be
very .

I could see that Mom was already trying, and I couldn't stop.

There were only three days left until Friday, and these three days felt exceptionally long. Not only that, I
could !

Staying in bed for a long time, hearing my roommate frantically typing on the keyboard and clicking the mouse made my heart itch.

My roommate on the top bunk came down and asked me, "The Infinite Firepower mode is open, wanna come?"

Seeing I had nothing else to do, I said yes. I turned on my computer and saw League of Legends, but for some reason the update was a bit laggy.
While waiting for the update, it suddenly dawned on me—this stuff is really dangerous!

I told them, "I'm not coming!"

"What the hell! You

just cancel like that?" I had to make up an excuse: "I have something to do."

"What is it?" they persisted.

Just then, a cloud drive ad popped up, and I quickly said, "My sister asked me to upload a video, it's too late
!"

"What video is so urgent?"

"I mean, it's my sister's livelihood, she can't afford to be slow."

They didn't press further, probably realizing I was just making up an excuse. Further questioning would have been awkward.

I casually opened the cloud drive. My sister is a high school teacher; besides storing teaching videos and PowerPoint presentations there
, she's also a big fan of American TV shows and frequently downloads them from the cloud.

She logged into the cloud drive once using my computer before, and I still have her login information saved.

Since I couldn't sleep anyway, I decided to check what new American dramas had been added to my sister's cloud drive.

But when I opened it, a folder called "Sex Videos" immediately caught my eye. I clicked on it and found three
videos with my sister's name, Ning Wei, and numbers 123 inside. I was shocked. This folder seemed to be
deliberately designed to make sure everyone knew what was inside was pornographic. At least when I save porn, I name the folder "
Study Materials."

Looking at the upload dates, the earliest one was from the first of last month, and the most recent one was the day before my father passed away.
I drew the curtains, put on my headphones, and nervously opened the video. The video started with my sister lying naked on the bed
facing the camera, her beautiful legs spread wide open, her large breasts shaking violently on her white, fleshy upper body
.

The video seemed to be handheld by a man, his genitals making frantic piston-like movements inside my sister's vagina.
My sister was like a kite with a broken string, her head constantly swaying from side to side under the violent impact, her hands constantly
trying to grab the man's hands, but each attempt was interrupted by the man's violent thrusts.

"Oh... um..." My sister's moans came through the earphones, almost piercing my eardrums.

"I can't... I can't..." My sister suddenly arched her whole body, and the man
stopped at that moment.

The video ended there.

It really was a sex video!

I immediately clicked on the next one. In this video, my sister was kneeling and prone. The video started with the man behind her
, holding her waist and thrusting violently. My sister cried out in pain, "Husband, slow down, I really can't take it anymore!"

My brother-in-law's image immediately flashed into my mind. He was also a teacher, usually looking very refined
, the kind of guy who couldn't even hold a penis, but I didn't expect him to be so fierce in bed.

"Um... um..." My sister reached out and grabbed her brother-in-law's hand, "Please... um..."

My brother-in-law didn't let go because of my sister's pleas, and he forced her onto the bed, ejaculating all over
her . I have to admit, that was a bit intense.

I opened the third one, still in a prone position, but this time she was on the sofa in the living room.
I recognized this sofa; it was definitely in my sister's house. In the video, my sister hadn't even taken off her clothes; she just lifted her skirt
, pushed her panties aside, and started having sex.

Sister, you and your husband are really going too far! Isn't it hard to wash a dirty sofa?

But then again, they can do whatever they want at home.

My penis was already rock hard, like it was about to explode. I immediately turned off the video; now wasn't the time to masturbate.

I forced myself to sleep, not daring to think about the scene of my sister making love.

But the night before Friday, because my mother was coming the next day, I couldn't sleep, so I logged into
my sister's cloud drive to watch the video I hadn't finished watching. But I found a new video, Ning Wei 4.
What? Are my sister and brother-in-law going to learn how to record their "wonderful life" on Douyin using the cloud drive?

I opened the video, but I was immediately shocked and almost bit my tongue.

This time, the video wasn't handheld; the camera was placed aside, completely filming the two people having sex
, but the male protagonist in the video wasn't my brother-in-law.

He was wearing a blue and white school uniform, his pants pulled down to his knees. He penetrated his sister from behind. His sister
, just like last time, was dressed neatly, her skirt lifted, her underwear pulled aside. Only the location had changed;
her hands were on the desk, her full, shapely buttocks raised high. The boy behind her swung his large penis and
thrust it hard into her. She cried out "Ah!" and then tightly covered her mouth.

The boy spoke up: "Teacher Ning, keep it down, Teacher Guo is still outside."

I pressed the pause button to calm myself down. This video was quite revealing.

I knew this boy; I'd seen him when I went home for winter break. My sister was tutoring him then. His name was
Zhou Zihao. I'd heard his family was wealthy, and he was a key player on the school basketball team, but his grades weren't great. So he asked
my sister to tutor him during winter break, but I never expected things to turn out like this.

I opened the video again. Zhou Zihao slowly rubbed my sister's breasts while continuing to thrust his lower body.
After a few thrusts, my sister couldn't take it anymore and collapsed onto the table. In all the videos, Zhou Zihao's genitals were never
fully visible. I just don't understand, is he really that powerful?

Seeing my own sister treated like this, I was furious. After closing the video, I wondered what I should
do.

If my brother-in-law saw this video, wouldn't my sister's family be ruined?

Sister, you really... sigh...

I don't know how to judge my sister's behavior. My nephew is only three years old. But she is still my sister.
Even if she is really wrong, and if she really has to divorce my brother-in-law in the future, I will stand by her side.

After this incident, carrying such a big secret, I wasn't even
excited . After picking her up, I first took her to the hotel my sister had booked, and then led her to my
school. Although it was an inconspicuous third-tier university, Hangzhou's environment was exceptionally beautiful. I showed my mother around for a while
, but when she asked to see my dorm, I immediately made an excuse to refuse.

That night, I was very restrained and didn't do anything inappropriate. After taking my mother back to the hotel, I tactfully went back to my dorm
myself .

What should I do? Should I tell my mother? I decided not to tell her for now. My mother had finally come all this way to visit, and
doing so would be incredibly tactless.

I decided to put my sister's matter aside for the time being and went to my mother's hotel early the next morning. My mother was wearing
a knee-length skirt, a very ordinary style, as she always has.

The first place we went was West Lake. Although I had been there two or three times before, I
had and memorized it perfectly. Although it was a bit affected and
superficial , I did all this just to prove to my mother that I had changed.

We had only just arrived at West Lake and reached the Broken Bridge when my efforts came in handy. My mother asked, "
Why is called the Broken Bridge?"

An uncle next to us, probably because he saw how pretty my mother was, said, "Young lady,
when , both ends of the bridge are covered in snow, but the middle of the bridge is completely bare, making it look like it's broken in the middle
."

"Mom, don't listen to his nonsense, it's all hype." I stepped forward, pointing ahead, and said, "Mom,
actually , that's the Bai Causeway. You see, it only goes so far ahead and then it ends up there, so the broken part doesn't refer to the bridge
, but to the Bai Causeway itself."

"Oh. I see." Mom chose to believe me.

The big tree mumbled something I didn't hear, and seemed to have walked away, feeling embarrassed.

There were a lot of tourists at West Lake on the weekend. I led Mom along the Su Causeway, and several times I tried to take her
hand, but she subtly avoided me each time.

I was a little disappointed, but didn't mind. We walked all the way to Gushan Park, and I said, "Mom, people think
Gushan is so beautiful, so beautiful it has no friends, so they named it 'Gu' (meaning 'lonely'). Do you think it's beautiful?"

"It's alright," Mom replied, surprised by my reaction. She then started asking me all sorts of questions as we walked through the park:
"Who is Lin Jingyin in the Lin Jingyin Memorial Monument?"

"A steamed bun seller from the Yuan Dynasty who later sold his buns to Japan." "

Who is Qiu Jin in Qiu Jin's Tomb?"

Sweat beaded on my forehead as I quickly recalled what I'd memorized yesterday. Finally, I managed to say, "A
women's rights activist from the Republic of China."

Mom smiled at me, though I couldn't tell if she saw right through me.

The Su Causeway is 2.4 kilometers long, and we were all quite exhausted after walking it. After resting for a while and taking
some photos, we went up Leifeng Pagoda.

There wasn't much to see inside Leifeng Pagoda. We walked all the way to the top, and Mom was disappointed, saying,
"There's not much in this pagoda, and the ticket price isn't even that expensive."

I knew Mom was always very frugal, and this trip to Leifeng Pagoda must have hurt her feelings.

I told Mom, "The valuable things in the pagoda have indeed been taken, and what's left are all fakes, but there are
two things that are definitely real."

Mom asked curiously, "What are they?"

Taking advantage of a moment when Mom wasn't looking, I grabbed her hand, and before she could pull away, I pulled her against the railing, took out
my phone, and said, "That's us."

What could be more real than people and their feelings for each other?

I deliberately stood very close to Mom, smelling the fragrance on her. Mom seemed a little flustered, and her eyes
didn't look at the camera until the very last moment before I pressed the shutter.

The scenery of the lake and mountains behind us was breathtakingly beautiful.

After descending Leifeng Pagoda, as we rested on a bench, I looked back at this selfie. My mother, lightly made up and wearing
simple makeup shone like a pearl. I quickly noticed a barely
perceptible blush on her oval face, a discovery that made me jump up from the bench. I exclaimed, "Mom must love me!"

This startled her, and she asked with wide eyes, "What's making you so happy?"

Looking at her pretty face, I felt an indescribable joy.

It was already evening after visiting Leifeng Pagoda. After dinner, we decided to visit Three Pools Mirroring the Moon at West Lake,
but we were too tired to walk any further. If Mom hadn't been so reluctant to leave, cycling around West Lake would have been the perfect option.

Back at the hotel that evening, as Mom was about to swipe her room card to unlock the door, I suddenly asked from behind, "Mom,
can I stay tonight?"

Mom didn't turn around, so I couldn't see her expression, but I saw her nod.

We went into the room together. I pulled my mother's hand and sat her on the bed. She glanced at me, then abruptly
pulled her hand back, saying in a panic, "I need to take a shower."

Seeing her almost fleeing, I sighed helplessly. Since my father's death, our relationship had completely changed
. I felt a little lost.

After her shower, my mother changed into a gray nightgown. The nightgown had a skirt, but the hem was quite long. However,
it wasn't very loose; her breasts were quite prominent, and I noticed that she didn't seem to be wearing a bra. Her breasts were
slightly sagging, and there was a faint bulge in her chest. My mother, as before, didn't wear a bra to bed,
at least not out of suspicion of me.

So I called out, "Mom."

Mom was drying her hair in the bathroom. She instinctively turned to look at me. "What's wrong?"

I said, "Let's get up early tomorrow and go to Lingyin Temple."

Mom replied, "Okay."

After drying her hair, Mom went straight to bed and said, "Son, you should take a shower too. Mom's a little tired. I'm
going to sleep now."

But I wasn't going to let Mom get away so easily. After showering, I pretended to turn off the light and went back to my own
bed. About ten minutes later, Mom seemed to be asleep.

But I knew she was definitely not asleep. I tiptoed out of bed and slipped into her blankets.

Mom exclaimed, "How could you..."

I covered Mom's mouth. "Didn't I also sneak into Mom's bed like this in high school?"

Mom gently moved my hand away and said, "But..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but I knew what she wanted to say—that we were mother and son, and that we
couldn't be together.

I said, "Mom, no buts, please stop repeating those same old things, okay?"

Mom nodded.

I smiled and kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes but didn't pull away.

My hand moved down, touching her breasts through her pajamas. Unlike my sister, Mom's breasts weren't very large
due to malnutrition as a child, but the genes were there, and for her slender
frame, her breasts were quite impressive. Besides, it was precisely because of
her difficult childhood that Mom became the lovely woman she is today. I didn't love her body.

I gently grasped one of her breasts with one hand and squeezed it lightly. Mom let out
a soft "hmm" in response. Looking at her shy expression with her eyes closed, my penis instantly hardened. The pent-up desire of who knows
how long finally going to be released today!

I leaned in to kiss my mother. Neither of us knew any techniques, let alone expecting her to respond.
After licking her lips for a while, I moved to kiss her neck, my hands also moving downwards, lifting
the hem of her nightgown.

My mother said, "Wait, let me take it off."

I said, "No." Suddenly, the stimulating feeling of my sister being manipulated while her clothes were intact flashed into my mind.

Mom was still trying to take off her clothes, but when my hand touched her genitals, she was forced to stop and
covered her mouth with her hand.

I took off my pants, knelt between Mom's legs, and Mom said, "Put on a condom."

I almost forgot, but luckily the hotel had some. I grabbed one, put it on, and then went between Mom's legs, gripping
my hard penis and thrusting inside.

Mom covered her mouth, only letting out a muffled sound. I climbed on top of Mom, pried her hands apart,
and kissed her while manipulating her. I liked this; the union of our genitals was the communication of our bodies, and
the fusion of our lips was the union of our souls. When both spirit and flesh were satisfied at the same time, I felt that
there was no than me.

After holding that position for a while, I suddenly remembered my sister's position in the video. I
pulled away from my mother's body and said, "Can you turn over?"

My mother, somewhat dazed, turned over as I moved her, but when she realized she was kneeling with her buttocks facing
me, she struggled to turn back, panting, "No... don't think about those shameful things,
Mom won't accept it." I was a little disappointed, but one should know how to be content. And when I saw my mother's face slowly
change from lust to a determined and resolute expression, I was terrified. I was afraid that my mother would get angry and refuse to continue with me, so I
quickly returned to the original position. Fortunately, my mother did not resist, and I was able to penetrate her again until I ejaculated
.

After we finished, my mother lay in my arms and said, "Haihai, you're all I have left."

These words made my heart skip a beat. Did my mother know about my sister? Soon my mother added, "Your sister
is already married, and in the future..."

My first reaction was that it was good that my mother didn't know yet. Thinking about it, it made sense; if my mother knew, she wouldn't be in the mood to come to
Hangzhou .

I heard my mother continue, "You'll get married and have children someday... Never mind, I won't talk about this. But
you know, I can't be with you for many more years."

I said, "Mom, please stop thinking about these things all the time, okay?"

"Okay."

A surge of tenderness welled up inside me, and I mustered my courage to say, "Mom, if you feel
this painful, I promise I'll be a good son from now on."

My mother fell silent. She sighed, offering no words, but simply hugged me
tighter .

I hugged my mother back. People of my mother's generation don't express love as
easily as we do now. My mother is shy about expressing her true feelings, especially considering
the constraints of being a mother. Isn't it already quite good that things have come to this?

The next day, we didn't get up early as we'd hoped, or rather, I didn't get up early at all. I slept until 10 a.m.
Mom said, "You're finally awake! Go wash up and have breakfast."

I saw Mom had bought some steamed buns and porridge and put them on the table. The main thing was that Mom's expression towards me was different today than
yesterday . I happily washed up, ate breakfast, and then took Mom to Lingyin Temple.
The scenery at Lingyin Temple was truly beautiful. Mom and I took countless photos, and many times, I finally got to hold
Mom's hand.

Happy times always pass too quickly. That evening was when Mom had to leave. I saw her off all the way to
the train station . At the moment of parting, I suddenly thought about my sister's situation. I wondered if I should tell Mom,
but after thinking for a long time, I decided not to. Maybe my sister would see the light. Why bother Mom?

When I saw Mom off, I suddenly kissed her, startling her so much that she blushed and hurriedly
went through security, afraid of being stared at.

This pleasant weekend passed just like that.

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