A good match between mother and child

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(1) The door is open for you . Qin

has returned. He traveled for two days and was determined to return on the agreed-upon May 15th. For three months, he hadn't written a letter or even made a phone call.

When he returned, the door was open. Qin followed the aroma of roast beef into the kitchen, where Tir was cooking. Qin walked behind her, put his arm around her, and kissed her on the cheek. He wanted to kiss her lips, but she turned her head away. She pushed him away and said, "Don't do that. You just got back, quickly bring your luggage in. Dinner will be ready soon, just wash your face and we'll eat."

While Tir was preparing in the kitchen, Qin's arms wrapped tightly around her waist from behind, his lips searching for her sensitive areas at her ears and the back of her neck.

"Be good and don't bother me, the beef will burn if we don't take it out soon."

"Let it be."

"I'll eat even if you don't."

Tir sent Qin to light the candles on the table and brought out the roast beef herself.

"We haven't had a dinner like this in a long time," Tir said.

Since her husband's car accident a year ago, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down, Dier hadn't had a good day. Qin, having just finished his last exam, rushed home, traveling for two days to make it back in time for this meal.

Dier watched Qin stuff a large piece of beef into his mouth, juices dripping from the corner of his lips, just like a child, and couldn't help but laugh.

Qin noticed Dier staring at him and smiling, so he quickly swallowed the meat in his mouth and said, "What are you looking at?"

"Your eating manners."

"What?"

"Your mouth and face..."

Qin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at Dier, watching her reaction.

Dier couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

Dier noticed Qin looking at her. Her childishness vanished, revealing a handsome face.

"You haven't wiped your mouth clean yet."

"Where?"

"Here." Dier wiped the left corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Here?" Qin did as she was told.

Dier shook her head.

Qin wiped it again.

Tier stood up, walked to Qin, and wiped the meat juice from his mouth. Qin took her arm and pulled her close, causing her to lose her balance and fall into his arms. Tier simply nestled limply in his embrace.

In the past few days, Qin had become her emotional support. They were on the edge of intimacy, always on the verge of crossing the line. Tier hadn't actually done anything, only exuding her mature womanly charm. She was calculating Qin's next move. Her reaction was a weak and powerless protest. Because she couldn't muster any authority, nor could she find a reason to refuse. Clearly, she couldn't resist Qin's kisses. She could only close her eyes and let his kisses fall like raindrops.

Without a word, Qin picked Tier up, like carrying a bride into the bridal chamber, and placed her on the sofa. Her heart pounded, leaping out of her chest. Qin kissed her, his hands awkwardly searching for the apron's bow and the skirt's zipper, stripping her of her clothes piece by piece until she lay naked on the bed. Only then did Qin remove his own clothes. At this moment, Til covered her chest with one hand and her private parts with the other, trying to conceal her shyness. Til

closed her eyes, unable to look at Qin's body. Qin gently pulled her hands apart and then softly pressed himself against her. Til found that the most natural movement for her hand was to hold Qin. Their bodies felt and probed each other.

Qin tried to be gentle, a little reserved, as if he would lose his right if he did anything inappropriate. Only their heavy breathing, their two naked bodies entwined, filled the air. Til didn't speak, only closed her eyes, mustering all her courage to accept her lover's love. Qin felt a chill at what he was about to do; he hoped Til would protest now to stop this mistake. But Till seemed to let him do as he pleased, silently accepting what was about to happen. Qin himself was unwilling to stop; he was about to have what so many boys dreamed of.

They had already come this far; they could only go further, there was no turning back.

His fingers teased her desires inside her. Her body rose and fell with Qin's commands. Till wanted Qin to control her, to make her body subject to his dominion. Her dignity and restraint had long since been stripped away with her clothes.

Her husband's death had filled the emptiness and chaos within her. Qin had also created a hole in her, one that only he could fill.

Till was startled by the powerful, throbbing motion of Qin's penis in her hand. She opened her legs a little wider, guiding him inside her, enveloping him completely, returning him to the embryonic state within her womb. But Ti dared not linger on the pleasure of physical intimacy. Realizing an impending climax, she urged him on immediately. Qin, unable to hold back, gave her a few breaths before unleashing his pent-up desires like a volcano.

Afterward, Ti immediately pushed Qin away, picked up her clothes from the floor, and was about to put them on when Qin pulled her close again.

"You're tired, you've been traveling for two days, and... go to sleep early."

"It's okay. We've been apart for three months, I want to talk to you for a while."

Qin took her hand and pulled her back to the sofa. He turned on the radio, played some light music, and filled the glass with the remaining half-bottle of red wine. He returned to Ti's side, putting his arm around her bare shoulder. Ti bent her legs on the sofa. The passionate scene and the wine she had just drunk made her face flushed, and her head felt a little heavy. Naturally, she leaned her head against Qin's chest.

Qin's hands had no room to move, constantly caressing her breasts and nipples, wanting her nipples to remain firm like his penis.

Tir looked up at her lover and said to him, "I never thought so much would happen in just over a year."

"It was fate that I got you."

Tir rested her head on Qin's thigh and said, "You took advantage of me in that moment. You were too bold, challenging someone beyond your station. You are still my good son."

"No, I am your man now."

(2) Love in the twilight

Tir hooked her hand around Qin's neck and pulled him down, wiping his face with her palm. The same face, but a different perspective. Qin's hand gently slid down to her lower body, dipped in the overflowing juice, and smeared it on Tir's lips. Tir stuck out her tongue and licked the delicious dessert on his fingertips.

"Mom, this is so wonderful, it feels unreal."

"You're my man and you still call me Mom, aren't you ashamed?"

"But calling you by your name feels a bit strange."

"Sweetie, call me anything, but don't call me Mom, I can't stand it."

"Teer?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you!"

"You're so bold."

"You gave it to me."

Actually, Teer hadn't done anything. She just exuded a mature charm. In her most confused and lost moment, Cupid's arrow struck unexpectedly.

A year ago, Teer's husband was seriously injured in a car accident. Qin rushed back from out of town; he was their only son.

Terrified and heartbroken, Teer hugged her son and cried, her head resting on his arm, sobbing and convulsing. They stayed outside the veterinary clinic all night, and Teer finally fell asleep in Qin's arms.

Qin stayed vigilant, watching over his mother. He knew that from now on, her happiness and support would rest on him.

For two weeks, they stayed by her side outside the intensive care unit, waiting for news that she had pulled through the critical period. Finally, her husband's life was saved, but he was paralyzed and became irritable and eccentric, taking it all out on Tir. Tir silently endured it all. After Qin left, the only comfort she found was his phone calls home. On either end of the line, there was heartfelt sobbing and tender comfort.

Tir couldn't care for her husband at home, and when she was on the verge of a mental and physical breakdown, she had to send him to a nursing home. Her relatives didn't understand her decision; only Qin supported her. She looked forward to spring break, hoping Qin would return to be with her, to lean on his shoulder for support.

Qin returned and, seeing Dier's haggard appearance, said, "Look at you, you've worn yourself out like this. You deserve a few days off to relax."

"But your father needs someone to take care of him."

"Even you can't handle it, who can take care of you?"

Dier decided to temporarily put aside her burdens and went to a secluded island, finding a hostel there. They rented a suite facing the sea, with a jacuzzi on the balcony overlooking a tranquil beach. Qin held Dier's hand as they strolled along the beach, collecting seashells and chasing the tide, letting it wash away her worries. The waves truly had a soothing power, and Dier quickly relaxed. With nothing much to do, she could lazily sit on the balcony, listening to the waves and enjoying the warm spring sunshine. In the evening, the hostel owner prepared a sumptuous dinner for them. After dinner, they soaked in the jacuzzi, drinking beer, watching the sunset, and counting stars.

Dier loved hearing about Qin's life at university. Qin loved listening to Till talk about his childhood. The mother and son discovered they had many things to talk about. However, Qin wouldn't allow her to talk about her father, who was lying in a nursing home. Their purpose in coming here was to escape this heavy burden, one that Till might carry for the rest of her life.

When they were tired of talking, they went to sleep. There was only one large bed in the room, and Till seemed both bothered and indifferent, sleeping back-to-back with Qin. The next morning, Till woke up to find herself resting her head on Qin's strong arm. The buttons on her collar were loose,

and her nipples were subtly exposed to Qin's gaze. The following night, the hot water in the jacuzzi and Qin's caresses completely relaxed her nerves and muscles. She became less reserved and decided to be more intimate in bed, finding refuge in his chest, temporarily escaping the storms of the world.

After a few days on the island, Till realized how exhausted she truly was. It was Qin who had supported her through these difficult times. Three years ago, when he sent her to university, she was still a callow youth. For years, she had focused all her attention on her husband until his accident. When she returned home to comfort him, she realized how much her son had grown. She could confide in him, and the more she wanted to be close to him, the more she wanted to talk to him.

Qin also confided in her. She told him she had fallen in love with a girl in her class, written her many letters, but hadn't sent any, and hadn't dared to ask her out. Later, a classmate from a higher grade beat her to it, and she felt very sad.

"Silly boy, if you fall in love with a girl, you should tell her and pursue her."

"But what if she doesn't like me and rejects me? Wouldn't that be worse?"

"If you don't tell her, how will she know you're interested? Don't be afraid of failure or rejection. Trying is always better than losing an opportunity. As long as you have faith, miracles will happen."

"Will there be miracles?"

"Yes, there will."

The time spent isolated from the world, oblivious to the outside world, quickly came to an end.

"If only we could stay here forever," Till said to Qin on the day they left the island.

"We can do it again."

At the doorstep, Till felt a pang of sadness, knowing she would be back to fighting alone.

As she watched Qin get into the car, Till called out to him, "Remember to write to me, call home."

"Okay."

"I'll miss you."

"Me too."

Till leaned closer, stroking Qin's chin, and said, "Didn't you shave today? You look unkempt, girls don't like that."

Qin didn't reply. A moment of silence followed. Till stood on tiptoe, put her arm around Qin's shoulder, and kissed him on the cheek. Her breasts swayed in Qin's hand through his sweater. She brushed them away, then immediately pulled them back, pressing them to her chest. Qin hesitated for a few seconds before giving her a passionate kiss. Till, half-startled, pushed him away and ran back into the house.

"Mom, take care! Wait for my call tonight!" Qin said, tears welling in his eyes.

Till turned back, tears glistening in her eyes as well.

(3) Do not betray your loving lover

What was going to happen happened. First, her husband died suddenly from an illness. That was a great relief for Di. Qin rushed back for the funeral. As soon as he entered the house, Di threw herself into his arms and cried. Since Qin left, she was full of resentment towards her husband and his family.

Qin embraced the tearful woman, stroked her hair, and comforted her. At first, he wiped her tears with his hands, and then he kissed away the tears on her face. After the tears were kissed dry, Qin actually searched for her lips, dodged them, and chased after them. After a chase, Qin finally captured his prey.

She needed someone to love her, cherish her, and treasure her.

Qin's kiss became deeper and longer. His unruly hands pulled up the short shirt on her skirt and searched for the bra clasp inside.

"Qin, don't do this." Di escaped the encirclement of Qin's tongue and protested to him. But his hands turned down, sliding down from the waistband of her skirt, touching the coldness of her buttocks, and lingering on the scenery between her buttocks.

"Qin, don't do this." She dodged Qin's lingering tongue again, pulling away from his bear hug and tidying her disheveled appearance.

"Sit down. We have a lot to do."

Till reported on the funeral preparations, but Qin only saw her lips moving; he couldn't hear a word

she said. "Are you even listening to me?" Till was impatient.

"Go ahead and tell me!"

The funeral was tomorrow.

That night, Till couldn't sleep. She heard Qin keeping the TV on in the living room until dawn. But she didn't dare come out to see him. At

the funeral, Qin's gaze followed her like a shadow. Till lowered her head, avoiding Qin's gaze. His gaze seemed to melt her. When their eyes met, she immediately felt naked. Qin kept trying to get closer to her, but Till avoided him.

"I have something to tell you," Qin whispered in Till's ear.

"Can we talk after the funeral?"

"We need to talk about it tonight."

The reception at home was over, and all the relatives and friends had left. Unable to bear the long silence, Qin moved closer to Tir, placing a hand on her arm and staring directly into her eyes. "Are you afraid of me?" he asked.

"What did you say?"

"Why are you running away from me? You taught me that if you like a girl, you should tell her directly. Now I'm telling you face to face, I've fallen in love with you."

"I know, you've always loved me."

"Don't pretend, you know, you know what I mean."

"Don't say it, it's impossible."

"Impossible, but it happened. I've realized I've fallen in love with you. Now that Dad's gone, it's just the two of us, we can love each other."

"But I'm your mother!"

"But I've fallen in love with you. Do you love me? Answer me honestly. If you don't love me, I'll give up."

"Don't pressure me, okay?"

"Tell me, do you love me or not?"

"I don't know."

"I know. You love me. We were so happy together on the island. Back at school, I talked to you on the phone every day, and I missed you every moment."

"There's no future for us."

"You said that with faith, miracles can happen. The impossible becomes possible. Don't you often say on the phone and in your letters that you miss me and love me?"

"Qin, don't pressure me like this, okay? Your father's body is barely cold, and you're already saying these things to me. I can't take it."

"Mom, people say separation is the best test. I'm leaving tomorrow. Don't come to my graduation ceremony. Let's be apart for three months to think things through calmly. I'll be back on May 15th. If you don't want to be with me, just lock the door. I'll know you don't accept my love, and I'll disappear from your sight forever."

"Please don't do this?"

"What else can I do? You've made me realize that if you love someone, you should let them know. Even if you fail, rejection is better than keeping it to yourself."

"Qin, have you thought this through? The world is vast, there are plenty of girls out there. You might not be back in three months." "

I will definitely come back. Tonight, I can't stay here, can I?"

"This is your home, why are you leaving?"

"After saying this, can I still stay here?"

"You will always be my son, this is your home. Now I only have you. It's late, leave tomorrow!"

"If you don't see me for three months, how can I face you again? We might never meet again. Can I kiss you again?"

Tir didn't speak, closed her eyes, and waited for Qin's kiss.

She had refused before, but now she agreed. Qin's anger had been rewarded.

Their lips barely touched before Till recoiled, saying, "Tonight we won't do anything, just caress. Do you agree?"

Till took Qin's hand and led him into the bedroom, where they slept fully clothed. Qin lifted her shirt, touching her breasts through her bra, feeling her firm nipples harden. Between her thighs, her panties were soaked with the juices of desire. He tentatively unbuttoned her skirt, and Till didn't protest, her hand sliding down from the waistband until it reached her mysterious triangle, where it was blocked.

"Tonight, only kissing, only caressing, nothing else."

"I won't do anything you don't want to do."

Qin couldn't believe it was true, but Till closed her eyes, moved closer to him, and offered her slightly parted lips. Qin held her waist, unbuttoning each button. The bra clasp loosened, and the straps slipped down. Qin's tongue played with her breasts, licking the two glistening areolas, waiting, waiting for these two little flowers to bloom for him. Qin's two fingers, in the space between the stockings and panties, explored the world between her labia, and he gradually sighed rapidly, exhaling all his desires. When they

were tired of kissing and caressing, they embraced and fell asleep. But they couldn't sleep, so they kissed and caressed each other again. Until their sweet words turned into dreams, they slept for a while in a daze. When Di'er woke up, Qin had already left. His warmth still lingered on the bed.

(4) The Matchmaker's Wedding Alliance

Three months later, Di'er took Qin's hand and entered the room again.

Till closed the door, still naked and facing away from Qin, sat on the edge of the bed, pulled a robe from the drawer, put it on, and turned to Qin, saying, "Let's sleep. Your luggage won't be moved in until tomorrow."

Qin crawled into bed, and Till turned over, nestled in his arms, and fell asleep. Qin was also tired, but too excited to sleep. The furniture in this room was the same as it had been three months ago, and the smell was the same too. Only the arrangement had changed. The faded wedding photo was gone from the bedside table; his father and everything connected to him were gone. This drawer was his father's; he opened it and saw that everything inside was gone, except for two or three sets of underwear—his. In the bathroom, there were two bath towels, a pair of toothbrushes, and a pair of men's slippers by the bed. Three months of separation had caused his relationship with Till to break through.

He clenched his fist, waved it, and whispered to himself, "I got it." Then he whispered in Till's ear, "Till, my Till, I love you. We'll never be apart. Don't be afraid, nothing can defeat us."

Till, still half asleep, smiled knowingly at Qin's childlike promise, for at that moment, he was the one she wanted most.

Till also slept restlessly, having several nightmares in which she was ridiculed and insulted by relatives and neighbors. When she awoke, Qin was still beside her, about to wake her, saying,

"Get up quickly, we need to get going."

"Where to?"

"Our island. I booked the room we used to stay in. You've been busy with the funeral, and I've been busy with graduation; let's rest and I'll tell you my plans."

Till was pulled out of bed and led to the bathroom. When they came out together, they both smelled of the same fresh scent. The sea breeze on the ferry carried away the hangover and all the nightmares. The innkeeper greeted them with a smile at the door, recognizing them and saying they looked well, wishing them a long and happy marriage.

In the room, Ti saw a bottle of champagne with a card that read, "Happy Honeymoon," and she finally understood what it meant.

"Hey, what are you doing? What honeymoon?"

Married for twenty-one years, she was used to the monotony of married life. Her husband was a good man, but lacked romance. The past year had been like a withered tree, until Qin returned, bringing her a second spring.

Qin said, "We need to move to the city, buy a house, find a job, and have a child."

"Selling our old house, including the insurance money, we can definitely buy a house in the city. But having a child? Are you kidding me?" "

I'm not kidding. You married me, so you have to have my child. I'm serious." Ti hadn't expected Qin to want to discuss marriage with her.

"Who said I wanted to marry you? Who said I'd have children? Do you even know how old I am?"

Qin seemed serious. Tir's reaction left him sullen all day. To cheer him up, Tir turned on the jacuzzi on the balcony after dinner. Tir went into the water wearing only a tank top, then came out again. Her body clung to the soaking wet tank top, highlighting her curves.

"Hurry up and open the champagne. Did you bring me here to throw a tantrum?"

Qin arrived, completely naked, and brought two glasses of champagne, sitting down next to Tir.

"Qin, I'm sorry. I thought you were joking."

"I intend to have you by my side for life."

"Aren't I already by your side?"

"I want you to be my wife, to bear my children."

"But you've never proposed to me."

"Now, I formally propose to my beloved. Will you marry me?"

"Have you thought it through?"

"Three months, I've thought about it every day."

"It must be a karmic entanglement from a past life, that you'll marry your husband's son after he dies."

"That means you agree. Look, the moon has risen, to be our witness."

They clinked glasses and drank together.

"I will be a good husband from now on. May the God of Marriage be my witness, and I swear this oath."

"The God of Marriage is senile, he's paired us up wrongly."

Qin embraced his bride and gave her a deep kiss. Her soaked vest revealed Di'er's sexy breasts.

"Let's go inside."

"Right here."

"There's no privacy here."

"That's right. Besides the God of Marriage, it's just you and me."

"It's too embarrassing."

Qin ignored her protests, cupped Di'er's buttocks, lifted her up, spread her legs, and placed her on his thighs. He freed one hand, held his penis, and inserted it into her.

"Oh, be gentle."

"Okay."

"After I marry you, you can't find other women, I'll be jealous!"

"Of course! I'll agree to anything you want."

"But I can't guarantee I can get pregnant."

"Here we go again."

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that it's not easy for me to have children at my age."

"Okay, I'll try." "

Just saying it won't make a woman pregnant."

"Okay."

"Okay what?"

"So, doing it in a jacuzzi can easily lead to slipping and drowning..."

"So, are we going to do it or not?"

"How can we do it without force?"

"What did you say?"

"You want me to be gentle." Til pinched his arm hard and said coquettishly, "If you don't do it, you're giving up."

"My rights, how could I give up?"

He cupped his woman's plump buttocks and inserted his penis to the end. Til tightly hugged the man's waist, her nipples embedded in his chest. A passionate entanglement of love, completely exposed to the thousand eyes of the night sky. Lips to lips, kiss after kiss, one rising and one sitting, the other thrusting and pulling, in sync with the rhythm of the waves. With

the Old Man of the Moon as witness, mother and child are united as one, never to be separated.

May you live in harmony and have a long and happy marriage.

A perfect ending!

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