The Sublimation of Motherly Love (updated to Chapter 14)

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Moderator's Comments: Meitangman This article has been updated to chapter 14 in the Literature Authors section. The Sublimation of Motherly Love

Author: Zhenwu28

(I)

Lan Nuanyi was in a particularly good mood today because it was the first day of her son's last summer vacation in junior high school.

Two years ago, in a relationship dispute, her son was awarded to her ex-husband, who then transferred his job to a neighboring city. In this battle, Lan Nuanyi couldn't say who the winner was; in any case, she lost her son, and her husband lost her.

In the two years combined, she could only spend a month with her son. Last night, she begged and pleaded with her ex-husband on the phone before he finally approved her precious son to spend a month's vacation with her. This was a period that used to take two years to accumulate, but now it was all made up in a month.

However, although it was a vacation, the school where Lan Nuanyi taught still had a meeting today, which was basically the same old thing about homeroom teachers paying attention to home visits during the summer vacation and opening summer tutoring classes.

"These things were all agreed upon before the holiday, why all the fuss?" Lan Nuanyi complained for the first time in her life. Then, she missed her first day of work, asking her class monitor for leave before excitedly heading to the supermarket.

In the kitchen, Lan Nuanyi felt a pang of regret; her perfect attendance record of over ten years was gone just like that. Even her divorce proceedings were delayed until the students' holidays. But she didn't regret it. The reason for this leave was simply to get home earlier and have time to cook some of her best dishes for her son. Lan Nuanyi busied herself happily, while also keeping a close eye on the door. Her son had a key and could open the door himself, which was why she didn't want him to be greeted by an empty living room.

At this moment, Lan Nuanyi stood behind the door, mechanically wiping her hands on her apron. She felt both nervous and excited. Although it had only been six months since they last saw each other, it felt like enduring six harsh winters.

Lan Nuanyi hesitated, wondering whether she should open the door for her son, afraid of startling him. The clinking of the keys outside sounded like heavenly music to her; she even felt a pang of self-reproach for installing these two complicated locks…

The lock finally turned gently, and a boy appeared before her, smiling and calling out, “Mom.”

Lan Nuanyi’s eyes instantly welled up with tears, her nose stinging, as if all the sleepless nights, torment, and sacrifices she had endured had been compensated by that one word, “Mom.” She embraced her son tightly, driven by her longing and the tears she didn’t want him to see.

Fifteen-year-old Ouyang Zhiyuan was caught off guard by his mother’s strong reaction, but instinctively wrapped his arms around her back as well. He wasn’t as tall as Lan Nuanyi, so he could only rest his face against her neck. Beneath his eyelids was his mother’s snow-white neck. He suddenly thought of the ballet "Swan Lake." The swans dancing mournfully by the lake also had necks that were no different from his.

A scent, like sandalwood and musk, wafted into Ouyang Zhiyuan's senses—the unique fragrance of his mother, which he had smelled for over a decade. Yet, this all-too-familiar scent stirred within him a stirring of adolescent desire. Ouyang Zhiyuan leaned back slightly.

Lan Nuanyi seemed to sense her son's unease, but she didn't dwell on it, attributing it to her own overly eager behavior. She quickly released her embrace and led her son to the living room: "Xiao Zhi, sit here and watch TV. Mom's cooking is almost ready."

Ouyang Zhiyuan smiled: "I'm your son, not a guest. Shouldn't I help out?"

A warm feeling washed over Lan Nuanyi. She glanced at her son with a smile and said, "Just help Mom eat more later." With that, she turned and went into the kitchen.

For her son's arrival, even at home, Lan Nuanyi dared not wear her usual casual clothes, but instead donned a light purple tube dress as if she were a distinguished guest. Of course, she didn't wear makeup; firstly, she didn't like it, and secondly, there was no need. She was absolutely confident in her looks and figure. Although she had inevitably reached thirty-six, she was fortunate to still have the same bust and hip measurements, plus a twenty-four or twenty-five waist and a height of 1.65 meters, which alone made her outshine most women her age.

Ouyang Zhiyuan leaned against the door frame, watching his mother bustling around with admiration for the first time, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart for the first time: "Mom, you look a bit special today. How come I never noticed before that my mom is such a beautiful woman?"

Lan Nuanyi blushed; even her son's praise made her feel a little shy and dizzy, only knowing that her outfit was worth every penny. Taking the opportunity to wipe the fine sweat from her temples with the back of her hand, Lan Nuanyi unconsciously puffed out her chest: "Is it because Mom is getting old that Xiaozhi is saying this to comfort her? I've never heard you say this before."

"Everyone knows you're going out, but now it's just you and me here..." He realized it was inappropriate as soon as he said it, it sounded a bit like a lonely man and woman alone in a room, so Ouyang Zhiyuan quickly swallowed the rest of his words.

Lan Nuanyi didn't think much of it, but she was a little puzzled by her son's hesitation. She sincerely hoped that her son would say a few more words of praise, but he suddenly became very taciturn, only going in and out to get bowls and plates to serve the meal.

Only now did Lan Nuanyi realize how important air conditioning was in July. Her life had always been as still as water, and she was used to taking things as they came, so she hadn't paid much attention to the air conditioner that had run out of refrigerant last year. Seeing her son sweating profusely as he ate, Lan Nuanyi felt a pang of self-reproach while tenderly patting his forehead with a handkerchief. "Eat slowly, there's plenty of food."

"Mom, you eat too! Look at all this food, my bowl is overflowing!" Ouyang Zhiyuan felt a little awkward seeing his mother just staring at him with chopsticks.

"Yes, Mom's eating,"

Lan Nuanyi said absentmindedly, feeding herself sporadically, not daring to add more food to her son's bowl. She would only add a piece when the bowl was almost empty, leaving Ouyang Zhiyuan both

amused and exasperated. Lan Nuanyi was a very clean person. After dinner, she helped Ouyang Zhiyuan sit on the sofa to watch TV, then quickly cleaned up the mess and took a shower, filling the bathtub with the water. After dinner, the bond between mother and son was no different from two years ago; if anything, it was even stronger.

Seeing that there was no longer any restraint between mother and son, she casually put on her pajamas and went to the living room to urge her son to take a bath. Ouyang Zhiyuan was not so enthusiastic, lying on the sofa like a dead snake, refusing to go no matter how much his mother pulled and pushed him.

Lan Nuanyi found even coaxing her son to take a bath a pleasure. She put on a pleading face and laughed, "Xiao Zhi, get up quickly... You sweated so much just now, you can't not wash up quickly... How about Mom scratches your head for you?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan then put on a bright, sunny smile: "Haha, that's my good mom."

Lan Nuanyi also laughed and lightly patted her son's bottom, scolding, "You lazybones... Hey, it's easier to wash if you sit in the dining room."

Lan Nuanyi deliberately turned her chair so it faced the bathroom door, her hand gently rubbing Ouyang Zhiyuan's hair. From the moment she started, her eyes never left the bathroom mirror. From there, she could see her son enjoying her service with his eyes closed, occasionally wincing when she accidentally pulled his hair, making her want to kiss him as compensation.

The child before her was the fruit of her and her ex-husband's love, the culmination of ten months of arduous pregnancy suffering, the precious baby she endured three hours of excruciating pain on the operating table to bring into the world. He inherited almost all the best features of his parents, with nascent angularity, his face resembling his father's, yet containing seven-tenths of her own features. Looking at her hair, now covered in white foam from scratching, she suddenly realized her son looked remarkably like David in the Greek sculpture… Lan Nuanyi was mesmerized.

Ouyang Zhiyuan was enjoying the feeling of being pressed against his mother.

Because the chair's armrests were at just the right height, Ouyang Zhiyuan's elbows could just touch Lan Nuanyi's hips.

Lan Nuanyi's body swayed gently with the movement of her arms, lightly rubbing against his elbows.

Ouyang Zhiyuan dared not push his arms too far back, lest excessive pressure make his mother notice, but this did not diminish the warmth of his mother's body and the soft feeling of her thighs emanating from his arms. He even "touched" the lace trim of Lan Nuanyi's underwear with his elbow.

"It should be the kind with wide lace trim clinging to the upper thighs," Ouyang Zhiyuan thought to himself, feeling a fire burning up from between his legs, down his lower abdomen and chest, almost bursting from his mouth.

"Mom..."

"Hmm?"

"Nothing, just wanted to call you."

Lan Nuanyi's heart was genuinely warmed at this moment. She gently tapped her son's head and smiled, "Come on, flush." Seeing her son tuck in his stomach and head down as he walked towards the bathroom, she remembered that he might feel uncomfortable if his clothes got wet, and added, "Take off your clothes, okay? Mom doesn't have the skills of those beauty salons."

Ouyang Zhiyuan froze in front of his mother. He knew his mother only wanted to take off his outer clothes. Normally, he would have taken them off immediately without his mother's permission. But now... the reason he had tucked in his stomach earlier was because he was afraid his mother would discover his unsightly crotch... It was too late to stop her.

Seeing her son standing motionless, Lan Nuanyi assumed he was afraid of getting tears in his eyes, so she proactively lifted his t-shirt for him. Ouyang Zhiyuan reflexively raised his hands, his mind a jumble of thoughts, trying to calm himself down so his erection could subside; but his mother's scent lingered inappropriately in his nostrils, and the contact between his body and his mother's fingers made his erection react in the opposite way to his desires.

Lan Nuanyi didn't stop, and continued to squat down to unbuckle her belt: "Xiao Zhi, you should go out and play more often, meet your friends. Your dad says you should read books and go online when you have time, kids need to be more active..."

Before she could finish speaking, she froze. Less than ten centimeters in front of her, there was a bulging thing. Lan Nuanyi never expected her son's male characteristics to have matured to this extent; it was so impressive that it could stretch the top of his underwear open slightly. Lan Nuanyi even saw a drop of clear liquid there.

"Mom..." Ouyang Zhiyuan shifted uneasily, startling Lan Nuanyi from her surprise, embarrassment, and a hint of inexplicable joy and shyness. She discreetly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, cleared her throat, and chuckled, "Come on, rinse me off." She hastily washed her son and fled the bathroom.

Ouyang Zhiyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His mother hadn't been as angry as he'd expected, which lessened his guilt considerably; and her hesitant, shy, and genuine expression was something he couldn't help but savor.

"So, my exposure can actually elicit such a strong reaction from a mature woman." Ouyang Zhiyuan, who had previously felt inferior among his friends because of his larger size, suddenly felt proud. Recalling his mother's expression, his genitals, immersed in the warm water, grew even hotter. "Again, Mom, I want to see more..." Ouyang Zhiyuan pondered how to recreate this scene.

To legitimately act like an exhibitionist in front of his mother again, Ouyang Zhiyuan first needed a good reason. He thought of clothes; he was glad he'd come empty-handed.

"Mom..."

In the living room, Lan Nuanyi rested her elbows on her knees, her hands supporting her cheeks, trying to ward off the burning heat.

Since her divorce, she had been deeply troubled by the rumors of "a widow's door is always full of gossip." For two years, she hadn't dared to truly think about men, focusing solely on her work and missing her son. In social situations, she often wore an aloof, unapproachable demeanor, which changed her school nickname from "Blue Beauty" two years ago to "Cold Beauty." She had also become accustomed to maintaining a distance of "three feet" from men.

But now, someone who could be considered either a man or a son was revealing something she had long forgotten right before her eyes. Despite the barrier between them, Lan Nuanyi believed her burning face was entirely due to the heat radiating from her son's manhood. She gently crossed her legs, shyly experiencing the feeling of her underwear being soaked, a sensation she hadn't felt in two or three years. A moment later, Lan Nuanyi waved her hand, trying to shoo away her wandering thoughts like flies. "My son was passive; who told me to take off his pants?" she subconsciously tried to excuse him.

Just then, her son's cry of "Mom!" came from the bathroom, like a clap of thunder, causing her to reflexively jump up and leap over. Her son's summons was, of course, a royal decree.

Ouyang Zhiyuan's request also startled Lan Nuanyi, reminding her that she had been too rushed that afternoon and hadn't bought her son any clean clothes. She scolded herself a few times, standing by the door...not daring to go in any further. She cautiously asked, "Xiao Zhi, Mom forgot to buy you...underwear. Can you just wear what you have today?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan was secretly pleased; he had guessed right. He feigned displeasure, "What? You told me to come empty-handed again, but now it's a different story." He even slapped the water hard with both hands, the sound telling Lan Nuanyi that her son was throwing a tantrum.

Lan Nuanyi panicked, hastily pushing open the door to explain, "Xiao Zhi, Mom didn't mean it, tomorrow..." But the scene before her made her unable to continue.

Ouyang Zhiyuan sat in the bathtub, staring at his mother as she rushed in. Through the still-unwashed water, the menacing shape of his penis was unmistakably revealed.

Lan Nuanyi, of course, saw it too.

She almost collapsed to her knees on the spot, quickly bracing herself against the doorframe and averting her gaze elsewhere. Her son's clothes were piled on the floor, apparently ruined by the water. Her previous suggestions were obviously useless, and her explanations were ineffective.

Her son had already encountered such an unpleasant situation on his very first day; how was he going to get through the next month?

Lan Nuanyi cleared her throat and said carefully, "Xiao Zhi, it's Mom's fault, don't be angry... How about Mom thinks of something, okay?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan lowered his head, rubbing his penis in the water, imagining his mother's blushing, surprised, and shy face. He forced a reluctant, muffled voice and said, "...Okay."

Lan Nuanyi let out a long breath and rushed to the guest room. Her son's actions made her feel breathless.

Composing herself, she remembered what she needed to do and began searching the wardrobe for suitable replacements. Since Ouyang Zhiyuan had always brought his own changes of clothes for vacation, she hadn't paid attention to this. Now she regretted her oversight: the wardrobe only contained one set of pajamas and a few outdated coats, but no underwear...

Standing there for a while, Lan Nuanyi reluctantly made a decision that even she felt embarrassed about. There was no other way but to let her son wear her underwear.

Looking at herself in the dressing mirror, Lan Nuanyi couldn't make a decision. First, her hips were much larger than her son's, and most of the plain-colored underwear covered her entire buttocks, which would be too loose for him. The small thongs she used to wear two years ago were too sexy—either embroidered or lace-trimmed, and the colors weren't quite right either, too bright red or too dark purple… After much deliberation, she picked out a pair of plain white thongs. They were a bit thin, but at least they weren't fancy, so her son would probably have to make do.

Ouyang Zhiyuan felt awkward as he stepped out of the living room. His clothes weren't his own; his pajamas were clearly a size too small. But when he saw his mother's anxious gaze, he realized his prank had gone a bit too far. He wrapped his arms around her neck from behind the sofa. "Mom... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you..."

Lan Nuanyi comfortably enjoyed the closeness of her son's face against her ear. She didn't feel wronged; instead, a warmth ignited in her heart. "Silly child, it's my fault. Even a teacher can be so careless... Come, sit here. I'll change you again after work tomorrow... Is there anything else I need to buy?" "

Isn't it a holiday? Why do I still have to work?" Ouyang Zhiyuan casually picked up the newspaper beside him.

"Of course you students are on holiday, but I still have to meet with all the subject teachers to discuss the tutoring program. The class I'm teaching next semester will be a graduating class, and the higher-ups aren't comfortable with that. They insist that each subject teacher give them extra tutoring—that's the rule. Frankly, it's all for the college entrance exam pass rate, for their political achievements."

Lan Nuanyi felt a little guilty and discouraged thinking that she still couldn't dedicate all her time to her son this month.

"Sigh, Mom, didn't you often give me extra tutoring before? Was it for your political achievements?" Before the mother and son separated, Lan Nuanyi often acted as his tutor, but now she rarely had the chance to hear her mother's earnest advice. Ouyang Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

Lan Nuanyi noticed the fluctuations in her son's emotions and was touched by his attachment, but she didn't want to add to the ripples: "You were just young and ignorant before. Now I'm too busy sending you out to play. There has to be a balance. If the Ouyang family produces a bookworm in the future, I'll be laughing at you." "

You only taught me to read and write before, but you didn't teach me how to eat, drink, and have fun."

"Do I need my mother to teach me how to have fun? Don't say that to others, it's embarrassing. Besides, you've been a little devil since you were a child, what use do you have for your mother?"

"No matter how old I get, I'm still your son, right? It's only natural for a son to take advantage of his mother..."

"Go away, what benefits have I given you?" Although he said this, his playful smile warmed Lan Nuanyi's heart. She straightened her legs, which she had been holding back, so her son could rest his head on her lap to read the newspaper.

Lan Nuanyi discreetly changed a few channels on the TV, secretly glancing down at her son: he'd really grown up; he even had a bit of a fuzzy mustache on his upper lip. She'd caught a glimpse of him naked in the bathroom before, and he had black hair down there too; though it was just a fleeting glimpse, she was certain there was another hair among the black tufts… Remembering how she'd called her son "precocious for his age," the muscularity of his certain area truly made her feel intoxicated, proud, and also—dazzled. This time, Lan Nuanyi didn't dare cross her legs, even though her underwear was wet again.

"Mom, can you check my pimple on my forehead? Is it ripe? It hurts a little." Ouyang Zhiyuan noticed his mother's gaze and casually made this request.

"Hmm…hmm? Let me see…oh, it's soaking wet—don't move, Mom has to squeeze it out." Lan Nuanyi pulled her son's upper body into her arms, bending down to carefully examine the pimple, her slender white fingers pressing on it.

"…It's so big! Tell Mom if it hurts…"

Ouyang Zhiyuan's mind was busy; he didn't care if the sky were falling. He was enjoying the gentle pressure of his mother's full breasts against his body, the subtle fragrance of orchids on his face, and the warm, jade-like massage on his forehead: "Mom, I really want to just lie in your arms like this forever."

"Don't talk nonsense again."

"I'm serious. Dad said he wanted to find me a stepmother to take care of me, but he's really thinking of himself. I won't do it. How can you have two mothers in the world? If he dares to marry one, I'll move back!"

"Your dad has his difficulties too. It's not good for a man like him to not have a woman at home to keep things in order. Don't you often complain to me about the noodles he cooks?"

"Oh, so he needs someone to take care of him, but my mom doesn't need someone to help her buy rice and carry vegetables? Fine, then when someone takes care of him, I'll go take care of my mom. One for each of us, we're even..."

A drop of warm liquid dripped onto Ouyang Zhiyuan's face, startling him into stopping his words and glancing at his mother. Lan Nuanyi looked at him with teary eyes, "Good son, sweet son... Mom didn't miss you for nothing, didn't love you for nothing... Let Mom hug you again... Qilin'er..." Her voice choked with sobs, the nickname she had longed to call her son finally escaped her lips. Years ago, she had unintentionally called him that in front of his classmates, and the laughter from them had made him sullen for days. Since then, she hadn't dared to say it again, but now she couldn't care less.

The clock slowly struck twelve, startling Lan Nuanyi from her reverie, and causing her son in her arms to utter a mumbled word, not very clear, something like "Mom, I..." Lan Nuanyi smiled slightly, "Strange, this child always uses single 'Mom' during the day, how come he's calling out 'Mom' in his dreams? I'll have to ask him about it another day." Gently wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, she pondered how to get this nearly 100-pound treasure to his bedroom.

When Lan Nuanyi picked him up, Ouyang Zhiyuan noticed, but he didn't intend to let his mother know to avoid embarrassment. Besides, snuggling in his mother's arms was quite pleasant. Only after his mother gently kissed his forehead and left could he move his body and have a chance to savor everything that had happened that day. He thought of his mother's mature and voluptuous body, her captivating smiles, and the underwear that was currently tightly covering his crotch...

Ouyang Zhiyuan rolled over, pulled the blanket over himself, and after a few thrusts, finally fell into a deep sleep...

Lan Nuanyi wasn't so lucky; she practically collapsed onto her bed. Luckily, her son's bedroom was just across the hall from hers, otherwise she would have had to crawl back. Just so as not to wake her son, she carried the woman, who was about the same weight as her, across the room.

"What a woman can't do, a mother can do,"

Lan Nuanyi said with a hint of pride. "Tomorrow I'll let him know how hard his mother works, and see how he feels sorry for me." Perhaps her son would scold her while giving her a massage? Lan Nuanyi's heart fluttered again. Thinking of her son's dependence on her and his filial piety, in a few years, she would have a broad shoulder to lean on.

"Of course, Qilin'er has broad shoulders, much more muscular than that David."

David? That's a nude statue...

"My son showed me his today too..." Lan Nuanyi unconsciously moved the square pillow she usually cuddled between her legs and gently rubbed it. Her lower body was being uncooperative; this was the third time tonight that she had soaked her underwear.

"Underwear... Doesn't Qilin'er have a pair of my underwear too? It's been soaked with my fluids before. Now, this strip of cloth that should be attached to a woman's most private parts... is wrapped around a man's... penis."

Lan Nuanyi forced herself to say the word "penis" aloud. The contraction of her lower body cavity was like an electric current thundering from bottom to top. If she didn't find the point of explosion on her vocal cords, she wouldn't be able to enjoy the pleasure that runs through her whole body. It seemed that only in this way could she better match the overwhelming ecstatic orgasm.

Lan Nuanyi stared at the ceiling with teary eyes, letting her body twitch intermittently: "Thank you... Qilin'er... thank you..."

The sexual orgasm that she hadn't had for more than three years...

(II)

When Ouyang Zhiyuan woke up, he found himself bathed in the morning light. Although the thick French curtains were drawn on the windows, the sunlight still insisted on shining in through the light-colored lace gaps. It would be a sunny summer day.

He sprawled out on the bed, unwilling to move, his mind still replaying the crazy things he had done the night before.

"That's my own mother! How could she become the object of my sexual fantasies?" Ouyang Zhiyuan was torn between his conscience and his own. While blaming himself, he couldn't help but sketch his mother's figure in his mind; it was this body he had never seen before that fueled his longing for the opposite sex. Thinking of this, his already erect penis grew even more unbearable. Ouyang Zhiyuan quickly got up, afraid he would once again defile the elegant and virtuous mother in his heart.

His mother wasn't in the room; only the breakfast on the table was quietly steaming, indicating that she had only recently left. He picked up a letter from beside him; his mother's delicate handwriting leaped out from the paper:

Zhi'er:

Mom went to school and won't be back until noon. The clothes you changed out of last night are drying outside on the balcony. If you want to go shopping, go see if they're dry and change. There's money at the dressing table. Don't stay out too late; Mom will miss you.

Ouyang Zhiyuan smiled slightly. Only by his mother's side could he truly understand what meticulous care meant. Beside his breakfast, his mother had even folded a napkin into a little crane—a trick she used to coax him to eat when he was little. Ouyang Zhiyuan felt a warmth in his heart. He hastily finished his breakfast, changed into his own clothes, and carefully tucked the little paper crane into his pocket. He felt he couldn't repay his mother's love, so he could only wander the streets, hoping to find something he could offer as a token of his gratitude.

On Beijing Road, the sweltering heat of midsummer couldn't dampen people's enthusiasm for shopping. Everywhere were young men and women like birds released from their cages, idle street thugs, and heavily made-up escorts taking advantage of the daytime to buy clothes and shop. Ouyang Zhiyuan, also bewildered, joined this throng of headless flies. His pockets were practically dripping with cash, yet he still couldn't decide what to give his mother. His mother wouldn't care about cosmetics or jewelry, and some daily necessities couldn't be given as gifts…

He subconsciously followed behind a pair of alluring women, admiring their seductive gait and the glimpses of their lingerie. He usually spoke disdainfully of these "ladies" to his friends, but in his heart…

"Sigh, if only I could give my mother a set of these lingerie sets, she'd look much better in them than these ladies—oh right, I can't give her lingerie, but a coat should be fine, right?"

Having made up his mind, Ouyang Zhiyuan's spirits lifted, and he quickly left the two chattering girls behind, plunging into the bustling crowd at "Guangbai New Wing." Standing in

front of the women's clothing section, Ouyang Zhiyuan was troubled again. Not only did he not know how to choose women's fashion, but seeing everyone inside either in pairs or all girls, what would he, a grown man, do if he barged in?

Standing there for a while, caught in a dilemma, Ouyang Zhiyuan made a decision: "I'll ask a woman for help." He straightened his appearance in front of the glass window, making sure he didn't look like a thug, and then walked across. There, on a resting seat, was a woman reading and resting, his target for some time. She looked to be about the same age as his mother, and possessed a naturally alluring beauty even without makeup. Most importantly, her figure should be similar, right?

"Auntie... Miss..."

"Oh, are you calling me?" The woman looked up at the boy who had been so abrupt, and elegantly closed her book.

"Yes...it's like this, today is my mother's birthday, and I want to give her a gift, but I don't know what to get her. I thought about it and decided that buying her a dress might be better, but I don't know how to choose a style. I just saw you over there, and I thought that you and my mother are about the same size. I was wondering if you could help me pick one out for me. Thank you." Ouyang Zhiyuan stammered out his words in one breath, standing there like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to wipe his sweat.

"Hey, don't speak so fast, I can't hear you very well. Can you say it again? Here...wipe your sweat." A slender hand with fair skin held a tissue under his eyes. The white tissue, combined with the light, made the fingers seem almost transparent.

Ouyang Zhiyuan composed himself and saw that although the woman was beautiful, she was also approachable. He sighed and repeated what he had just said slowly, his pleading evident in his words.

"Oh, is that so... It's kind of you to be so kind, it's nothing, of course no problem. Let's go now—what should I call you?" The woman stuffed the book into her small handbag and turned to ask Ouyang Zhiyuan.

"My name is Ouyang Zhiyuan, you can call me Xiao Zhi, that's what my mother calls me too." Ouyang Zhiyuan took two quick steps and went into the women's clothing department with the woman.

"Hmm... Xiao Zhi, don't use 'you' all the time, my surname is Rong, Rong Xinling, Xin as in warm and cozy, Ling as in exquisite. You were calling me 'Auntie' and 'Miss' earlier, so you can call me Aunt Rong or Sister Xin, which do you choose?" Rong Xinling casually picked up a dress, raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked Ouyang Zhiyuan with a demure smile.

Having eaten white rice for fifteen years, this was the first time Ouyang Zhiyuan had chatted and laughed with such a young woman by himself.

Faced with Rong Xinling's delicately raised eyebrows and pouting red lips, her eyes shimmering with a captivating light, Ouyang Zhiyuan felt a little flustered. "...Uh, of course I'll call you Sister Xin—if you're asking me which clothes to choose, I wouldn't know." Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead again.

Seeing the somewhat helpless state of the boy, Rong Xinling felt a pang of pity, but was also touched by his innocence. She then toned down her teasing tone: "Hey, Xiao Zhi...you call me Sister Xin, so you're my little brother now. Let's not be so formal. By the way, how old is your mother? And what does she do? It'll be good for Sister Xin to know so we can be a good match."

"Oh, my mother is thirty-six. She's a teacher at the No. 1 High School in the city." Ouyang Zhiyuan sized up Rong Xinling, who was picking out clothes on the shelf. She was wearing a loose, light blue casual outfit, her hair loosely tied in a bun. Every gesture she made was graceful and charming.

"Actually, Sister Xin, this outfit you're wearing is quite nice."

"Your mother..." Rong Xinling paused, wanting to say something but hesitating. Following Ouyang Zhiyuan's gaze, she looked at herself. "Since she's a role model for students, let's pick out something decent for her. I can't wear this to the podium... Hey, how about this?" She held up a pale yellow cheongsam with a matching jacket, elegant yet fashionable.

"Sister Xin, it's up to you. I don't know much about fashion. The main thing is that it fits my mother well."

"The style is correct. I'll go try it on and see if it fits. Hold this bag for me."

"Okay... Sister Xin, you've only known me for half an hour. Aren't you afraid I'll steal your bag if you go in to change?" Ouyang Zhiyuan looked at Rong Xinling's graceful back and couldn't help but ask.

"Oh? If she runs away, it's just that your Sister Xin met the wrong person." Rong Xinling turned around and smiled, realizing she was teasing the young man again. She quickly walked into the fitting room, her face flushed.

After Rong Xinling slowly twirled in front of Ouyang Zhiyuan, he could hardly describe his feelings. The changed Rong Xinling had shed her previous languid demeanor; the silky sheen of the cheongsam made her radiant, her entire body glowing, her spirit soaring, and her curves perfectly accentuated.

Ouyang Zhiyuan muttered a few words, completely forgetting that he was in the midst of a noisy crowd.

Rong Xinling glanced around shyly, avoiding the frequent sidelong glances from others, and chuckled softly, "Xiao Zhi? What are you thinking about over there?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan, snapping out of his reverie, scratched his head and chuckled a few times, "I remembered an ancient poem, 'Bright as the rising sun at dawn, dazzling as a lotus emerging from green waves,' which perfectly describes you, Sister Xin."

Rong Xinling lightly spat and tapped him on the forehead, scolding, "I thought you were innocent and pure, but who knew you were such a little imp!" Despite her words, her face flushed, radiating shyness, completely unlike a woman past thirty.

Ouyang Zhiyuan clicked his tongue in admiration. Rong Xinling's easygoing nature emboldened him, and he shamelessly clung to the small handbag, grinning, "Sister Xin, can you tell me your age?"

Rong Xinling, who was fiddling with her clothes in front of the dressing mirror, looked at the little devil behind her and said with a half-smile, "Thirty, what?" For some reason, she unconsciously subtracted two years from her age. This scene vaguely reminded her of her dating days, and she nervously watched the person in the mirror's reaction.

"You're lying, aren't you?" Ouyang Zhiyuan stepped forward and smoothed her loose hair, squinting and resting his chin on his hand in a lecherous pose. "You're exaggerating... Why do I look like an underage girl..."

"Go away, go away," Rong Xinling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and pushed Ouyang Zhiyuan forward by the shoulders. "Go get the girl to pay for it, stop talking nonsense about underage girls." She watched the boy's retreating figure with a sweet smile, saying, "Get two tickets, the wallet's in the purse."

Ouyang Zhiyuan turned around and handed her the small handbag: "It's for my mother, how can I use your money, Sister Xin?"

"Just go when I tell you to, why are you asking? You dare say that money isn't your mother's? Which coin did you earn?" Seeing his drooping head, she realized her tone was too harsh and quickly softened her voice: "Go ahead, use Sister Xin's money, consider it a gift from me, okay?"

"Oh… but why two sets?"

"One for your mother, and Sister Xin will keep one too, go quickly." Watching Ouyang Zhiyuan leave, Rong Xinling added in her mind, "Isn't it because you like it…" Her face flushed with shame, she quickly turned away from the gazes of passersby and fiddled with the shelves, thinking, "The same style is already a stretch, I can't possibly… with his mother..." "Same color, right?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan didn't have such thoughts. A sister as beautiful as Lin Daiyu had fallen from the sky—something he hadn't dared to dream of for over ten years. All the way, he held onto her hand tightly, unwilling to let go, asking her every question like a never-ending river; the depression caused by his single-parent family had vanished.

Rong Xinling let Ouyang Zhiyuan lead her, casually answering his strange and varied questions, her heart filled with sweetness and joy. However, she couldn't quite explain the reason for the sweetness or the joy. Was it because she had a younger brother? Or because someone had touched her heartstrings? Occasionally, she would stare blankly at the sweaty boy behind her; he was just a boy…

"Xiao Zhi, wait a minute…" At the traffic light, Rong Xinling suddenly realized he was leading her towards his home, so she stopped, frowning, as if making a decision.

"Hey, what's wrong, Sister Xin?"

Rong Xinling pulled him aside, took out a handkerchief to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, and said softly, "Sister Xin has to go to a friend's house, so I can't go with you. Can you go home by yourself?"

"But... this is a gift you gave to my mother. But today isn't her birthday, I was just kidding... I'm sorry, Sister Xin. But I also want my mother to meet my new sister." Ouyang Zhiyuan shook Rong Xinling's hand, his face full of sincere expectation. Rong Xinling stuffed

the handkerchief into his pocket, looked up at the traffic light, and thought to herself that she couldn't walk in the same direction as him anymore, so she smiled and said, "Let's do it another day. I'll definitely visit you when I have the chance." Her sudden drop in mood made her words sound a little stiff and polite, but she couldn't care less. She turned around and followed the crowd to the zebra crossing.

She didn't dare to look back, afraid of seeing Ouyang Zhiyuan's disappointed eyes, unaware that her own eyes were already blurry.

"Xiao Zhi... Ouyang..." She didn't want to admit he was a fifteen-year-old boy, so she unconsciously gave him a nickname, as if only in this way could they balance the age gap. "Your mother... must be Lan Nuanyi, right? In this state, how could I dare to see her..." Rong Xinling felt that God had played a cruel joke on her.

Ouyang Zhiyuan watched, somewhat bewildered, as Rong Xinling, like a light blue butterfly, gradually disappeared into the crowd. Then he suddenly remembered he needed to ask for her phone number; otherwise, how could he possibly run into her again? He hurriedly squeezed through the crowd, shouting "Sister Xin!" and rushed over.

The only response he received was the piercing screeching of tires against the ground and gasps from all around.

Ouyang Zhiyuan only had time to think of one word. "

Shit!"

********** ... When he heard footsteps outside, he knew that what he feared most was coming sooner. He smiled bitterly and winked at the nurse beside him; he could practically hear his mother's footsteps even before she entered the hospital. Lan Nuanyi rushed to the bedside with unprecedented agility, her words tumbling out incoherently: "Qi... Xiao Zhi... where are you hurt? Say something... where's your hand? Where's your foot?... Let Mom see..." Ouyang Zhiyuan, his eyelids half-closed, said weakly, "Mom, I'm so sorry... I should have been serving you for the rest of my life, but now it's the other way around... Your son is unfilial... I'd rather be dead..." "Don't say such things! You're still my son, and Mom is willing to serve you for the rest of her life. Hmm, I'll go tell your dad." Lan Nuanyi seemed to have already prepared for the worst, and now she became resolute, pulling out her phone from her bag as if to make a call. The nurse next to her couldn't stand it anymore and pulled down her mask, laughing, "Hey, what are you doing, sister? You're not allowed to use your cell phone in the ward." Lan Nuanyi looked up at the nurse, then at her son who had already pulled the blanket over his head, and felt something was wrong. "What... Miss, my son..." The nurse couldn't hold back any longer and chuckled, "What else could he be doing? Didn't you see him just now? He was so steady and proper. Not only did he eat all the food my colleague brought me, but he even wanted to bet me on steamed buns..." Before she could finish speaking, Lan Nuanyi had already pounced on the bed, laughing and scolding, "Little monkey, don't hide your face... Come out! You've fooled your old mother so badly." She started hitting him on the head without thinking, but after a couple of hits, she was hugging her son and sobbing uncontrollably. The extreme joy and sorrow in those few minutes gave her the feeling of having something lost and then found again. No one could take this precious baby away from her again. Ouyang Zhiyuan put his arm around his mother's shoulder and looked into her eyes. The events of a few hours ago, though fleeting, were like a second life for him, leaving him with endless aftertaste. He realized that the person before him, whom he considered his most precious treasure, was the one he could never lose. Seeing his mother's delicate face, already streaked with tears, now even more haggard, a wave of remorse washed over him. Ouyang Zhiyuan couldn't help but kiss away the tears on her cheek, gently embracing her and whispering in her ear, "Mom... I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I've frightened you, I'm so sorry... Mom..." Lan Nuanyi, hearing her son address her with a compound word for the first time, and referring to himself by his childhood nickname, was overwhelmed with emotion. "Mom's alright, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have left you home alone..." The nurse beside them, already moved by their affection, quietly sniffed and smiled, "Alright, everything's alright now, mother and son, don't worry about it. The doctor said this little boy needs to stay in the hospital for observation for another night before he can go home, sister, you can decide what to do." With that, she quietly closed the door and left. "Where exactly are you hurt? You can't have been hit by a car and gotten absolutely nothing wrong, right? Otherwise, the doctor wouldn't have kept you here for the night. Honestly, why did you have to struggle with those metal lumps..." Lan Nuanyi was a little worried. While scolding her son, she pinched and tugged at him here and there, afraid that he might have some kind of aftereffects.

"Mom, don't worry. I know what's going on with my own flesh and blood. I just hit my butt when I fell, and it hurt so much... Actually, that car was just a beat-up minibus, it wasn't going very fast to begin with, and it was almost stopped right in front of me, just a hair's breadth away—" Ouyang Zhiyuan held up his little finger to show the distance, "I saw that things were going badly, so I pressed my palms against the front of the car like this—hehe, the standard Wei Xiaobao version of 'butt landing on the sand like a wild goose.' The municipal engineering here is pretty good, the cement road is damn hard." Ouyang Zhiyuan was so happy that he didn't care about the swearing. "But I got revenge for your son, that car was more badly hurt than me, hehe."

The son said it casually, but Lan Nuanyi was shocked. She put his hands on her heaving chest and said, "Don't say it anymore, Mom can't bear to hear it. Don't scare Mom like that again, okay... It's always Mom's fault, leaving you all alone..." She closed her eyes and murmured a Buddhist prayer, tears streaming down her face again.

Ouyang Zhiyuan silently looked at his mother. Throughout the entire incident, his mother had never truly blamed him; instead, she had placed all the blame on herself.

His mother was human too, especially a woman all alone. When she was out in the world, she faced work pressure and gossip; when she came home, she was greeted only by a cold stove and simple meals; no one offered her comfort or solace; his mother always endured it all silently, never once complaining or shedding a tear.

This time, the fault lay entirely with him, yet it had caused his mother such intense self-reproach. Had he ever given her anything in return for her unconditional sacrifices? Thinking of this, he looked at his mother again. She still had her eyes closed, tears glistening beneath her long eyelashes, like pearls on jade or dewdrops on flowers at dawn; her full breasts rose and fell gently, seemingly able to bury his hand within them. Ouyang Zhiyuan, overcome with admiration, grew infatuation, and then love. He propped himself up, wrapped an arm around his mother's waist, and gently kissed her still somewhat pale lips.

The sudden warmth on her lips startled Lan Nuanyi. When she realized it was her son's lips pressed against hers, she dared not open her eyes. Her heart pounded like a deer's; she was both delighted by his tenderness and considerateness and ashamed of his impulsiveness, fearing he might lose his temper. She placed her hand on her son's shoulder, preparing to resist any further actions he might take, yet she didn't want him to leave. The "resistance" slowly turned into a "press," wishing time could stand still.

After what felt like an eternity, Lan Nuanyi still felt uneasy. She pulled away from her son's lips, took a breath, and whispered, "Xiao Zhi, we... shouldn't do this." She whispered these words in Ouyang Zhiyuan's ear, her breath as sweet as orchids. "Hmm... Mom has to go now, visiting hours are almost over." She hadn't dared to look her son in the eye, seemingly because she was the one who had taken the initiative to leave his embrace, Lan Nuanyi felt a little guilty towards her son.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward...

Ouyang Zhiyuan leaned against the bedside, his eyes catching sight of the paper bag on the small table, only then remembering the purpose of his trip to the market today. He was glad he had found a topic: "Mom, this is a gift for you, and it's my only gain today."

Thinking of Sister Xin through the cheongsam, his heart clenched. There should have been more gains... If his mother knew he had gained a doting older sister, would she be happy too? But Sister Xin had left so suddenly, and he felt very wronged.

Lan Nuanyi was more excited than happy; raising a child, wasn't this the day she had been looking forward to? She held the cheongsam up to her chest, comparing it to herself, her excitement overflowing. Even if it were just a tablecloth, let alone a cheongsam, as long as it was a gift from her son, she would have worn it without hesitation. "Xiao Zhi, thank you! What made you think of giving Mom a gift? Hmm, give me a kiss..." She said, gently kissing his forehead, not daring to be presumptuous.

"Mom, do you like it?"

"I like it, I really like it..."

"Then let me see you in it... my beautiful mom."

"...Right here?" Lan Nuanyi looked around, a little hesitant.

"What are you afraid of? There are no outsiders here, and your son didn't say you had to take your clothes off..." Being a young man, Ouyang Zhiyuan quickly recovered from his gloom. He discovered that teasing his mother was actually a very happy thing, and the flirtatious words gave him a strange pleasure.

"Hmm...hmm? What did you say..." Lan Nuanyi suddenly noticed her son staring at her with a mischievous grin, and her cheeks flushed. She scolded, "I'm not coming anymore, you're going to take advantage of Mom."

"Hahaha, Mom, you were just saying 'hmm' so seriously, 'hmm'...if I had behaved more obediently, maybe you would have actually changed into it, right?"

"Dream on, I'm too lazy to argue with you." Lan Nuanyi covered her flushed cheeks and bent down to tidy up her son's clothes. "Uh, wear this hospital gown tonight, I'll take the clothes home to wash, and change you into some new ones tomorrow when you leave the hospital. Get some rest, Mom's leaving."

"Mom..."

"Hmm?" Lan Nuanyi gripped the doorknob, feeling a little uneasy, afraid that her precious son would come up with some new tricks, and she would have to make a run for it.

"Will you wear this to pick me up tomorrow? I really want to see it."

"Okay, you should rest now, don't keep thinking about these things all night..." Lan Nuanyi blushed again. Who was thinking about these things? Before her son could retaliate, she had already closed the door and hurried away.

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On the way home, Lan Nuanyi felt as if she were floating in a honey pot. She then happily rewarded herself with a comfortable bath before starting to tidy up the mess her son had made. She admired her son; he had turned the house upside down in just one morning. "That's the nature of a boy," she hummed happily as she picked things up.

The humming stopped when she picked up something.

Lan Nuanyi looked around furtively, quickly tucking the item into her nightgown pocket, her cheeks already flushed red. She chuckled self-deprecatingly. This was her own home; why was she feeling guilty? But

as she looked further, her smile vanished.

Her son's pockets were overflowing. The crumpled banknotes must have been from her drawer. The little guy hadn't changed; he always clutched and tucked money around, unwilling to spend it. And those paper cranes—if he wanted his mother to fold a few more, why stuff them all into his pocket like treasures? Even so, Lan Nuanyi felt a warmth in her heart. The little guy's attachment to his mother was undeniable. What

truly troubled her was the handkerchief.

She knew her son never carried a handkerchief, and this wasn't the kind boys usually wore. She brought it to her nose and sniffed it; surprisingly, it had a pleasant fragrance.

"Where have I smelled it before? It smells so familiar..." Lan Nuanyi tried hard to recall, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Instead, a strange pang of jealousy rose within her: "No, I have to ask him tomorrow. He met a girl and didn't even tell his mother..." Then she forced herself to believe it: "If he had a girlfriend, wouldn't he tell me? He doesn't know any girls here anymore. Maybe he found this handkerchief somewhere..."

This self-consolation improved Lan Nuanyi's mood somewhat. She started humming again, singing as usual, and doing her chores as usual. Tomorrow she had to change into new clothes for her son.

It wasn't until she returned to her bedroom that Lan Nuanyi took out what she had "stolen." It was a pair of white underwear that should have belonged to her son, which he had worn last night from among the pile of pajamas he had changed out of that morning.

There was a pale yellow stain on the thin fabric. Needless to say, it was definitely her son's semen; he had had a wet dream last night.

Lan Nuanyi hesitated for a moment, her fingers lightly brushing over the stain. It was her son's semen, yet it had appeared on her mother's underwear. She brought it to her nose and smelled it; it smelled much better than the handkerchief. What had he dreamt about last night to have so much passion? Her face burned, remembering her son's mischievous grin. If it weren't for that ambiguous smile, she probably would have complied with her son and changed into that cheongsam in front of him.

Lan Nuanyi felt a pang of regret. Why hadn't she taken it off then? Her son had said, "I didn't say you had to be completely naked..." It would have been so much better if he could have seen his mother's proud figure... Lan Nuanyi took a deep breath and quietly lifted the hem of her nightgown: "Xiao Zhi... are you sleeping over there...?"

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Thank you again for your encouragement. ********** ... ********** ... "Wait a minute, didn't you promise to wear that cheongsam? Why is it this long dress again? Late and breaking your promise, hehe, you're in trouble." Ouyang Zhiyuan clenched his fist, turned around and hid behind the door. "I'll scare you half to death." Sure enough, when Ouyang Zhiyuan hugged Lan Nuanyi from behind, she was so frightened that her back and legs went weak. Before she could react, her scream was covered by a hand in her throat. Ouyang Zhiyuan kicked the door shut with his back leg, then pressed his mother down on the hospital bed. His left hand was still covering her cherry lips, while his right hand was choking her neck. He said fiercely, "You little wench, how dare you! Who let you in? What are you doing here? Speak!" He didn't expect that he was being illogical. If he was covering her mouth, why did he need her to speak? Lan Nuanyi looked at her son's childishly fierce face, her mind calmed down a little, and her eyes were full of smiles. Unfortunately, she couldn't speak, so she could only clench her little fists and keep hitting his back. Ouyang Zhiyuan laughed, "Oh? You dare to resist? Looks like you won't confess unless you suffer a bit..." He slightly tightened his right hand, pinching the soft, smooth swan neck. Lan Nuanyi chuckled inwardly, blinked her big eyes at her son twice, closed her eyelids, turned her head, and remained motionless. Ouyang Zhiyuan moved his left hand away and muttered, "Mom, what's going on here?" Lan Nuanyi smiled with her eyes closed, "You were choking me and covering my mouth, so of course I passed out." "How can I faint so quickly?" "I don't care, I just fainted." Ouyang Zhiyuan straightened up and scratched his head. The play wasn't going according to his plan, and this great director was naturally a little helpless. "Who forces themselves to faint?" He swallowed hard. "Hey, you're even taking the initiative now?" "Hmm...looks like I'll have to try this..." "Hey!" Lan Nuanyi jumped up, her face flushed, and covered her mouth, laughing, "You...you...this isn't CPR, it's clearly stealing lipstick..." Ouyang Zhiyuan licked his upper lip and laughed, "Okay, it smells pretty good...Mom, this is the first time I've seen you use lipstick...Oh! You're even doing your eyebrows, you'd better stay away from me when you go out." "Why?" Lan Nuanyi touched her face, looked herself up and down, her expression a mixture of suspicion and disappointment. "Don't you think about your son? Walking around so radiantly outside, what am I supposed to do, being a negative example? Besides, if a few hooligans come up and flirt with you, I can't beat them." Ouyang Zhiyuan leaned against the headboard, calmly pointing things out, with the air of an image consultant. A huge weight lifted from Lan Nuanyi's heart, and her face flushed even more. She grabbed the clothes she had brought and threw them over her head, saying, "Go away, all you do is talk nonsense. Change your clothes, or you'll have to pay for another day." "How am I supposed to change if you stay here? What if someone walks in?" Ouyang Zhiyuan hugged the clothes, thinking of his mother's shy expression when she caught him that day, and couldn't help but feel a surge of longing. His lower body became erect, and if it weren't for the fact that this was still a public place, he would have used the same trick again. "You think it's so special? I've washed your bare bottom countless times. Just now... you... you... when you were doing 'artificial respiration,' weren't you afraid someone would walk in? Humph... I'm going to pay and get the medicine. After you change, come with me to the pharmacy." Turning around to pack her things and leave, Lan Nuanyi was still feeling shy and surprised at her boldness, but she didn't regret it. After last night's climax, she realized that her son was her whole life. She had tried to remove her son from her sexual fantasies, but in the two times she had experienced orgasm in three years, he had been the protagonist, and only in virtual illusions. If one day he could come to her naked body in the same state as he was in the bathroom, standing between her legs, wouldn't that be even better… Lan Nuanyi leaned against the wall, twisted her legs, and let out a heavy sigh. Perhaps three years of confinement had caused her to accumulate too much desire, and now it was all over. Every time she thought of her son's magnificent member, it made her mouth dry. "Strange… could it be that all the fluids on my body turned into that water and flowed down there?" She smiled shyly to herself. Her silk underwear wasn't very absorbent, and it covered a small area, so her entire inner thigh was sticky. On the riverside path, Ouyang Zhiyuan truly kept his word. He followed Lan Nuanyi at a leisurely pace, hands in his pockets. He walked when she walked, stopped when she stopped, and even added a silly, questioning tone with his eyes and a little smirk, which amused and exasperated Lan Nuanyi. "Come here!" she said. "I'm not coming." "Look at you, you little rascal! What did I do to you? Come here and wipe your sweat." Lan Nuanyi, amused and exasperated, pulled her son aside. Forgot her handkerchief, so she simply dabbed at his forehead with her bare hand and pleaded softly, "Haven't you had enough fun yet? Stay with Mom, okay?" " No problem, but Mom, since you broke your promise, you have to give me an explanation. Otherwise, how can you be a role model for others when you're out here like this?" Her son, speaking in the tone of a martial arts novelist, lectured her earnestly. "Oh, Mom made a mistake? Tell me about it." Lan Nuanyi turned his shoulder and leaned against the railing by the river, enthusiastically smoothing his hair that had been ruffled by the river breeze.

"Don't get so close—can't you see everyone looking this way... Tell me, why did you lie to me about wearing that cheongsam you promised yesterday?" Ouyang Zhiyuan, seeing his mother laughing and joking while completely ignoring his earnest advice, felt utterly bored. He grumbled as he removed her arm from his shoulder and kicked an empty can into the river.

"So that's all?" Lan Nuanyi insisted on holding her son's shoulder, too lazy to care about the bored stares of others. She whispered in his ear, "Mom thinks this is the first time our little Zhi is showing filial piety to his mother, and Mom wants the first person to see him wearing it. When we get home, Mom will wear it for you to see, and then... Qilin'er... you can see it however you want..." The more she spoke, the more embarrassed she became, and her legs unconsciously twisted together. This reaction came too quickly.

"Really?!" Ouyang Zhiyuan's gloomy face vanished, replaced by delight. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? I was so upset."

"Hey, did you even ask? In the end, it's all my fault... Besides... I wanted to give you a surprise too." Lan Nuanyi watched her son's reaction with satisfaction, her left hand reaching behind his neck to fiddle with his earring. Unconsciously, she had already started using the coquettish self-reference "I" (人家).

With expectations in her heart, she naturally acted faster than anyone else, and it became Ouyang Zhiyuan urging his mother to hurry up. If their home wasn't already in sight, he probably would have hailed a taxi. Lan Nuanyi smiled and let her son lead her forward. She had her own plans. What was meant to come would come eventually, and since it was coming, why not make it come in full force? She also had expectations, hoping that today would be a day her new sweetheart would never forget...

As soon as he entered the gate, Ouyang Zhiyuan let out a long sigh, complaining, "I'm exhausted!" and collapsed onto the sofa. After his encounter with "that beat-up minibus," the victor was obvious. He rubbed his buttocks angrily, blaming himself for not practicing his "buttocks-backwards-descending-goose-on-the-sand" pose properly. "Next time I run into it... hmph, I'll cripple it with my buttocks."

He muttered, and Lan Nuanyi laughed and echoed, "Yeah, right!" "Exactly." "Make it look good next time!" She quickly grabbed a towel and a glass of cold water, then sat down beside him and fanned him with a small paper fan.

After a long pause, Ouyang Zhiyuan opened his eyes and drawled, "Mom... what did you say just now?"

Lan Nuanyi smiled faintly, feigning amnesia with an innocent expression. "Huh? I didn't say anything? Oh right, the doctor did say something."

"What does the doctor have to do with it again?"

"Of course, the doctor said he'll need to apply medicine when you get home, and you shouldn't do any strenuous exercise these days."

Her face flushed slightly. At this moment, any suggestive words could make her heart flutter, but now was not the time. "Come on, turn over."

Ouyang Zhiyuan grumbled reluctantly, turning over and sprawling on the sofa. "You fell for it again, Mom. When did you become so cunning?"

"Where am I cunning? I'm doing this for your own good. You kept complaining about being tired as soon as we came in. Isn't it because of that internal injury? I shouldn't have walked back with you."

Lan Nuanyi rolled up her son's t-shirt and pulled his pants down, revealing half of his buttocks covered in black and purple bruises. She gasped, her heart aching. "Quick, loosen the belt. Look... there's a whole face painted on here!" In her haste, she forgot about her son's exposure. She poured medicine into her hands and carefully massaged the bruises.

Ouyang Zhiyuan kept his legs tightly shut, eyes closed, barely daring to breathe. He had been desperately trying to hold back since his mother pulled down his pants, but his groin stubbornly displayed its strength. With each gentle push of his mother's soft hands on his buttocks, a surge of blood seemed to rush to his throat. He subtly raised his buttocks slightly, trying to alleviate the discomfort caused by his erection, but before he could achieve his goal, he couldn't help but groan.

The groan startled Lan Nuanyi, who leaned forward urgently, "Xiao Zhi, where does it hurt? Tell Mom, where does it hurt?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan buried his head in his arms and mumbled, "It's no use, Mom, you can't help me." Taking advantage of his mother's inattention to his lower body, he thrust his hips forward dramatically, finally getting his penis into the perfect position, and he let out a satisfied sigh.

However, Lan Nuanyi, in her anxiety, still didn't understand, and said softly, "Silly child, there's nothing Mom can't help you with. Even if I can't, I'll still help. Tell me, where does it hurt?"

"...The other side."

"The other side? What's the other side..." Lan Nuanyi's face instantly turned red. Her hand was still on her son's buttocks, what could be on the other side of his buttocks? She cursed herself for being foolish, and secretly looked down to examine him. Through the gap between the sofa and her son's groin, she could vaguely see his "imposing" penis pressed against the sofa. Lan Nuanyi knelt on the small rug, suppressing her excitement and trying to make her voice sound gentle: "Are you... very... sad right now?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan nodded silently in her arms.

Lan Nuanyi smiled, gently turning her son's hips: "Come on, turn over... let... let Mom see... okay?"

"Ugh... no..." This was a scene that Ouyang Zhiyuan had imagined countless times in his mind, but when it actually happened, he felt extremely ashamed. He didn't even dare to open his eyes, let alone show his ugly state to his mother. "Don't be afraid... Mom

isn't mad at you. Why don't you close your eyes... okay?" Lan Nuanyi whispered comfortingly in her son's ear, finally turning him over.

"Finally..." Lan Nuanyi felt dizzy, as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She gently grasped her son's throbbing penis with her right hand. "It's really amazing..." Even though they were a foot apart, she could still feel its intense heat. She exclaimed from the bottom of her heart, and felt proud to have such a son.

"Xiao Zhi, does it still hurt...?"

"It didn't hurt to begin with, it's just that it's always... swollen... uncomfortable... Mom, don't let go of my hand..." Ouyang Zhiyuan still didn't dare to open his eyes, and even put his left forearm over his eyes, while his right hand waved in the air.

Lan Nuanyi initially intended to use both hands, but seeing that her son still needed support, she quickly extended her left hand for him to hold: "Hey, don't be afraid... Mom's here..."

"...Mom, your hands are so soft... Can you move them a little more... Mom..." Ouyang Zhiyuan was conflicted. He watched the fire surging between his legs; if his mother moved a little more, she would likely erupt, giving him the greatest pleasure. Yet, he also hoped his mother could catch her breath, wishing he could stay in that soft, tender hand a little longer...

"Qilin'er... be good, don't hold back... it'll hurt your body..." Lan Nuanyi's anxiety surpassed even her son's. A tingling sensation spread through her groin, yet she couldn't bear to let go of her son's hand. She stared intently at the area about to become a volcano; if her hand brushed against the purplish crown a little more, her son's lava would appear before her eyes for the first time.

Lan Nuanyi bit her upper lip, taking her son's left hand and placing it on her full breasts. "Qilin'er... is it out yet? Touch Mom here... it'll make you feel better..."

As she spoke, Lan Nuanyi suddenly felt a sharp, tingling pain, realizing her breasts were being tightly grasped and pulled back by her son. She hurriedly bent down, afraid her breasts would slip from his grasp, and increased the frequency of her right hand's thrusting. In that instant, her son let out a hoarse groan, and the volcano finally erupted with a rapid expansion and throbbing.

"So much!" She watched the magnificent eruption in amazement, her eyes instantly welling with tears. Seeing her son enjoying his climax with satisfaction, she felt even happier than if it had happened inside her own body. Her right hand continued its slow thrusting, but her lips couldn't resist kissing her son...

(Part Three, Part Two)

Her son's heavy breathing from his nostrils kept hitting her face, making her feel even more enveloped in a high-temperature environment. "His problem is solved, but I'm suffering." Lan Nuanyi gently pried open his teeth, her nimble tongue teasing in her son's mouth. While he was still enjoying the afterglow with his eyes closed, her hand had already quietly moved to her lower abdomen. If she didn't release some sensation soon, she was afraid she would collapse on the spot.

"Is this the 'French kiss'?" Ouyang Zhiyuan thought to himself, cooperating with his mother and intertwining their tongues.

He had heard from some friends with dating experience that "wet kisses" were something only couples could do, so, wasn't he and his mother... "Of course, otherwise why would Mother let me touch her breasts?" He placed his right hand on the other breast as well. Although there was a bra in the way, it didn't stop his curiosity. After all, this was the first pair of breasts his hands had touched.

Lan Nuanyi awkwardly groped between her legs, not daring to make any big movements, for fear that her son would notice. She hated herself for wearing this bra this morning to show off her curves; the cups were large, and there was a hard sponge backing.

"How could Qilin'er possibly touch it?" she muttered to herself. Just then, Ouyang Zhiyuan's grip tightened, the tingling in her breasts colliding with the pleasure in her thighs, and she couldn't help but groan.

"Mom..." Ouyang Zhiyuan, thinking he had hurt his mother, opened his eyes in fright, and his hands left his target. "I'm sorry..."

Lan Nuanyi was also quite startled, hurriedly removing her hands from his crotch: "Silly Zhi, boys this age are all like this. It's all my fault for not paying more attention to you, how can I say I'm wrong?" She grabbed a towel and cleaned up the mess around him; her son's strength was not bad, and it was like a shower of petals.

"You should lie here and rest for a while. This... this kind of thing is quite bad for your health... When you wake up later, find something to eat yourself. There's some in the fridge. Mom has to rush to school; no one can cover my afternoon classes..."

Whether it was the effect of his mother's nagging or the low mood after excitement, Ouyang Zhiyuan gradually felt a bit drowsy. He vaguely accepted his mother's kiss on the cheek, closed his eyes, and went to savor the afterglow.

Lan Nuanyi smiled and gently tucked her son's pants in. Among the dark, fine downy hair, her son's magnificent manhood lay quietly to the side. "Just now... weren't you quite... quite spirited?" She smiled sweetly, her slender fingers pausing on it, but ultimately didn't dare to touch it. Her eyebrows, the corners of her eyes, her lips, and her cheeks were full of alluring beauty that Ouyang Zhiyuan was never fortunate enough to see. "When...wouldn't it be great if you could show off to me too?"

Still lost in thought, the clock chimed inappropriately again. Lan Nuanyi glanced at it irritably, turned back, grabbed a light blanket, and covered her son before gently closing the door. "It's sunny outside." Lan Nuanyi perked up, trying to project her capable and cheerful image. If she wanted to see her son again sooner, she'd have to quicken her pace.

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Instead of her son's anticipation, Lan Nuanyi was greeted by the smell of burning food throughout the house.

She knew something was wrong, threw the paper bag on the sofa, and rushed to the kitchen.

Ignoring the smell, as far as she could see, the situation was still under Ouyang Zhiyuan's control.

On the cutting board were sliced beef, in the sink were neatly prepared vegetables, the pot was blazing, and the rice was hissing and emitting burnt fumes. Where was he?

Lan Nuanyi quickly turned off both stoves and pulled her son out from under the small liquor cabinet: "Hey, what have you been doing?"

"Mom, you're back... I figured the beef you bought wouldn't be enough, so I cut my finger too." Ouyang Zhiyuan chuckled, rubbing his nose, his raised left hand like a victory flag. "Isn't the first-aid kit here? Where did I find it? Oh, the food..."

"So you were cooking? I thought you were making charcoal." Lan Nuanyi tenderly sucked on her son's index finger, then found a band-aid in the nearby storage compartment and wrapped it around his finger: "Don't try to be something you're not. Did you think the kitchen wouldn't have food without you? This isn't a place for men like you."

"Oh, Mom, all I wanted to do was polish your shoes. You've been busy from morning till night." Ouyang Zhiyuan tied the apron straps for his mother from behind, pulling them tight to accentuate her curves.

"Mom, this is the first time I've ever seen you dressed like a housewife in high heels." He squinted, propped his chin on his hand, and sized up his mother from behind, clicking his tongue in amazement. His mother's calves were taut and toned from the heels, her rounded buttocks arching in a parabola with her torso.

Lan Nuanyi blushed and waved the spoon in her hand at her son: "Go get your bowl and chopsticks. Don't be so disrespectful to your mother." But she quickly dismissed the idea of having him help her change into slippers. Since her son liked them, why not let him look at them a little longer?

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