Mommy's baby pussy

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(one)

I am an excellent person in every way—physical, intellectual, and financial—so I am a very confident person.

I am 30 years old and a manager at a company. The company is very successful, which makes me very proud. The chairman of the board is my mother, who is
the founder of the company. She is very thin, but she doesn't give off a gaunt impression. She is very energetic and exudes shrewdness and competence. The reason she
started this company was simply because my father passed away early. She started it to pass the time and didn't really care about it. She never expected it to be so successful.

I am also a person who suffers. I graduated from university when I was 23, and in the same year, I
married a girl who was my childhood sweetheart and later studied at the same university. We loved each other deeply, but after I turned 25, our relationship began to follow the typical
path of most couples.

Arguments, cold wars, more arguments, and even longer periods of cold war—nearly seven years passed by in this way, bit by bit.

At this point, I originally wanted to tell you the names of my mother, wife, and me, but because of the authenticity of this story and the fact that there aren't
many people involved, I will use the names of myself, my wife, and my mother to explain what happened.

Actually, the arguments between my wife and me are not complicated. The only reason is my health. Since we got married, my
sexual ability has never been very strong. I would experience erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation once or twice out of ten sexual encounters. At the time, I attributed it to my youth and lack of experience.

Because I'm really good when I'm alone, once I even rubbed my skin raw and still couldn't ejaculate!

However, my wife and I have never been very satisfied with our sex life, which has caused me a lot of pain and stress. When I turned 25, my mother urged
us to have a child soon so that she could hold her grandchild.

Although my mother is 45 years old and has a heavy workload, she still feels that she can take care of her grandson. She even declared that if we have a son
, she will hand over all the power in the company to me.

Such a large company with assets of hundreds of millions and over a thousand employees was indeed very tempting to my wife and me. This unconsciously increased the intensity
and frequency of our efforts, and soon I began to experience weakness, eventually developing into complete erectile dysfunction.

My wife and I secretly went to the hospital for checkups many times, and the results always showed that we were both perfectly healthy. If there was a problem, it must be psychological.

This was unbelievable to both of us, because I grew up in a happy, relaxed, and even somewhat unrestrained environment
, without any repression or mental health issues. How could I possibly develop a mental illness? My wife can attest to this, because
almost every major or minor event that has happened to me in the past thirty years has been related to her.

Therefore, I couldn't accept this explanation, and from then on, I stopped going to the hospital for checkups and treatment. As a result, my wife has essentially
lived without sex for the past five years, I can guarantee that, because her love for me has practically permeated every cell of her body.
She has only ever been affectionate with me once in the past thirty years, and that was 28 years ago, and it continues to this day.

Therefore, she never cared about my emotional changes. Our arguments didn't start after we got married; they started twenty-eight years ago. But
I've never known why I was so accommodating to her. Maybe my mother has always been the one who loved her the most since I was little. Maybe I knew all along that she would definitely
sleep with me and have children. Maybe it's because I fell in love with her too early?

In short, the reason is unclear, but my love for her will not change because of our argument.

No matter what, my penis still can't get erect. My wife has tried many times to treat me in the bedroom. She buys sexy lingerie,
learns to dance in front of me like she's watching porn, performs oral sex on me, and promised that if I could, she wouldn't mind the pain and would let me penetrate her ass, etc.

But all of this was to no avail; I remained impotent. Finally, my wife gave up and threw herself entirely into the company's business,
working tirelessly just like my mother did when my father passed away.

Later, she rarely came back, flying all over the world every day, and almost completely took over her mother's work, which made her mother more relaxed.

My mother has heard about what happened between us over the years. Living under the same roof, it's impossible to keep a complete secret.

That day, Mom called me to her room. She hadn't gotten up yet, and when I arrived, she was putting on her shirt. "Bring me my pants!"

"Oh!" To be honest, my mother, who is 49 years old this year, still looks like a young woman. Her figure, face, and even her skin, which is most prone to aging, are in no way inferior to my 30-
year-old wife.

Seeing my mother's fair and supple skin, and her firm breasts encased in a bra, my long-dormant penis suddenly stood erect, startling me
. I was completely at a loss. Unfortunately, my mother, who was getting dressed, witnessed this. A blush suddenly appeared on her beautiful and delicate face, and
she hesitated before speaking.

But in the end, she calmed down and said, "I've heard some things about you two, but not in detail. I happen to be going to see a doctor today, would you like to
come with me?"

"I'm not going? I'm not sick!"

"It's been many years since you got married. If it's not her fault, you absolutely must take responsibility!"

"I'll go by myself, don't worry about it!"

"Good child! Dr. Zhang is a very good psychologist. It won't be too difficult for you to receive counseling from her. She is a well-known expert in China
and also my high school classmate. I think she can help you!"

"Okay! But I'll go by myself tomorrow!"

I really want to find out if I have any mental illness, but I really don't want to go with my mom. It would be so embarrassing if my mom were sitting
next to me listening to her son talk about why his penis is erect.

"Son, you don't understand!" Mom seemed to see right through me. "Psychological consultations are always private and highly confidential. If your
conversations are leaked to the outside world, you have the right to sue her. So you don't need to worry!" Mom was still trying to dispel my concerns.

"Okay!" I had no choice but to finally go to the hospital with my mother.

(two)

Professor Zhang's psychological clinic is meticulously designed, with a four-section layout. The patient waiting area is in the outermost room, which houses the nurses' and staff's
workspaces. In the middle, there is an empty room completely soundproof with black-painted walls. At the very back, there is a large room facing the sea
with huge floor-to-ceiling windows. The room is divided into two worlds in the middle.

One side is ambiguous and full of provocation; the other is quiet, calm, and peaceful. There is no barrier between these two parts, but anyone who enters can
feel the difference between the two worlds and the invisible separation between them.

After Professor Zhang called me in, when I walked into the completely dark room, my vision was greatly shocked. I could even feel
my body being both icy cold and burning hot at the same time.

"Come in! Your mother just told me about your situation, hoping I can help you. I sympathize with you, and I also hope to help you, but
I've told your mother that only you can help yourself! Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand, Aunt Zhang!"

"Alright, let's begin. Come sit over here." She led me to a very large and comfortable chair in the center of the provocative room on the left
. "Sit here for a bit, I'll go change my clothes!"

"Okay!

At this moment, I carefully examined the layout and decorations here. Apart from the changes in eye contact, there were no sexual descriptions or images, but this place
was indeed full of ambiguous provocations!

Just then, Professor Zhang opened the door and came in. Ah! My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. She was wearing extremely sexy clothes. The style, fabric, and color
were all perfectly normal, no different from other high-end clothes. But when I looked at her, I could feel her body flowing through my mind like liquid.

A desire surged through my blood. Then, when I looked at her face again, what was going on?

How could it be my mother sitting next to me? I could feel her stroking my naked body, finally grasping my penis. I could also
hear her calling my father's name. She brought her mouth to my penis and took it in. At that moment, a voice inside me struggled
and cried out: No! Mom, I'm your son!

As I called out, my mother's figure gradually faded into the distance, and I slowly lost consciousness and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was still sitting in that chair, and Professor Zhang had just come in, dressed exactly as I had been when I arrived. He
said to me, "I'm sorry, a friend was outside just now, and we only chatted for a few minutes. How about we leave it at that for today, since hypnosis takes a long time? We
can reschedule, is that alright?"

"Alright then!" I replied, getting up to leave. Just then, I felt a cold, slippery fluid covering my crotch and my entire buttocks.
I couldn't help but gasp. Professor Zhang's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, but she still feigned surprise and asked, "What's
wrong?"

"Oh! It's nothing, I guess I just felt a little dizzy when I stood up suddenly after sitting for so long!"

When I came out and saw my mother, she, who was usually so dignified and stern, suddenly became flustered and her face turned red. I went up to her and said
, "Let's go!"

She mechanically said to me, "Let's go!"

I made an excuse that I wasn't feeling well and didn't want to drive. (Actually, it was because my crotch felt cold and sticky, which made me uncomfortable.)

I sat in the passenger seat while my mother drove.

At first, our emotions gradually calmed down, but as the car drove onto the highway and the temperature inside slowly rose,
I realized another huge mistake I had made. I could smell the semen slowly emanating from my crotch. My mother suddenly
panicked; I knew she must have smelled it too. I was so embarrassed I felt like I was going to faint, and I just wanted to run away as fast as I could.

I was about to tell my mom that I wanted to lie down in the back seat for a while, but my always unreliable penis suddenly became erect again. I was almost dizzy
, and I didn't dare to ask to move to the back seat. I could only endure it until I got home.

But Mom felt increasingly uncomfortable under the influence of the smell, and the car gradually sped up. I had no choice but to close my eyes and leave it to fate! Fortunately, we
arrived safely.

For the next period of time, my wife and I remained in the same situation. On one occasion when she stayed at home, I was still unable to perform,
which made her, who was already extremely depressed, even more upset. That day, I overheard her reporting to her mother about the progress of the establishment of the American branch, saying that she planned
to go there next month to inspect it and stay for a while to investigate the market.

After her mother tried to persuade her to stay a few more times, she eventually agreed, as she simply couldn't think of a good reason to explain to her daughter-in-law.

On the night before I left, my wife, who both loved and somewhat hated me, took the initiative to seduce me, trying to make one last effort, but it was all in vain. My
penis went in and out of her mouth like noodles, lifeless. Just as she was about to give up, I saw my mother appear at the door of our bedroom, about to push
the door open and come in.

(Because of my incompetence, my wife has long since stopped caring whether we close the door when we sleep.)

Seeing my wife sucking my penis, she froze. At that moment, I saw my mother, and my penis miraculously hardened
. Before I could even think about why, I pushed my wife down onto the bed, aimed my penis at her vagina, and thrust it all the way in. My wife, in surprise,
doubt, and fear, clung tightly to my body, enjoying the long-lost feeling of fullness.

The mother, still by the door, watched the whole thing in astonishment. Her face flushed crimson. Just as she was about to leave, she saw the pleading
look in her son's eyes. Mother and son are of one mind; she knew her son didn't want her to leave, she knew what he was thinking, and she even knew that perhaps he wanted to push over
that…

Thinking of this, she almost couldn't stand still; but she did stand, she didn't leave. She leaned against the doorframe, enduring the torment, until her son, having made his wife lose control
, began to speak: "God! My man, are you, really you? I'm going to die!... Ah..."

The moment her son launched into action, the mother hurriedly left, almost running back to her bedroom. The composure she had cultivated over decades in the business world
completely failed her at that moment. From her son's behavior that day, she knew that what Dr. Zhang said that day was absolutely right.

After hypnotizing her son that day, Dr. Zhang brought her into the treatment room as well. However, during the treatment, her son revealed something he had kept hidden in his heart for twenty years.

Yu Nian's secret made her extremely embarrassed in front of Dr. Zhang, but Dr. Zhang seemed to take it all in stride.

It was a winter night twenty-one years ago, the night of the first anniversary of her husband's death. Because the heavy snow outside had broken the power lines, the indoor temperature plummeted
. The mother had no choice but to call her son over to sleep with her. To keep warm, they were both dressed lightly, but with thick blankets wrapped around them, it was still quite warm.

In a hazy, dreamlike state, she thought her husband had returned. He gently caressed her, arousing her long-dormant desire. She bent down and
took his penis into her mouth, feeling a long-lost sense of fulfillment. She was excited; she wanted to make love to him. Ignoring her shyness, she leaned
forward. But why had her husband's once thick and long penis suddenly become so small?

She tried to insert it into her vagina again and again, but it wouldn't go in. Sometimes it would go in a little, but it was like a toothpick – not enough. Suddenly,
she heard someone calling "Mom!" She woke up with a start and saw herself straddling her son. His penis was in her
vaginal opening, but it hadn't gone inside.

Her head buzzed, and she didn't know what to do next, because she clearly saw that her son was awake.

She quickly realized she couldn't let her son remember the incident, so she pretended to be asleep and repeatedly emphasized to him that she was dreaming!
When her son woke up the next day, although he looked a little confused, he didn't ask anything. Gradually, the shadow of the incident faded in her heart
because her son seemed to really not remember it, which made her feel very gratified.

And ever since that incident, no matter what the circumstances, she has never slept in the same bed with her son again.

She never expected that even so, it would still leave a wound on her son's young heart. She felt very sad and shocked today.

However, her son's memory is limited. Under hypnosis, he could only recall the part about her eating his penis, so it wasn't
particularly embarrassing in front of others. After all, no one knew about the sexual contact between her and her son.

After learning the cause of the illness, Dr. Zhang knew that she hoped the matter wouldn't be too publicized, that it would be limited to the two of them and not extend to her daughter-in-law
. He hoped she could find a suitable opportunity to talk to her son in person and resolve this psychological issue, so that her son's illness would naturally
improve gradually!

But Mom never expected that she would witness her son and his wife making love today, and that her son's erectile dysfunction would be
overcome so quickly.

At that moment, busy on the bed, I was truly afraid that my problem would return after she left. I pleaded with my eyes not to leave.
My mother really did stand there until I reached my climax and cried out in ecstasy. To be honest, because I hadn't felt this way in a long time, I was enjoying it so much that
I didn't notice when my mother left.

My wife was so tender, almost overflowing with affection. Because she really wanted to get pregnant, she didn't dare stand up right away, but even so, she found some toilet paper from the bedside and started
cleaning the sticky discharge off my penis. Meanwhile, I was praying in my heart that this time I was really okay and could stand up!

My wife canceled her plane tickets, postponed her trip, and even cancelled her vacation plans in the United States. Although she definitely wanted to go to the United States,
she was sure she would be back within a month to two months.

But in the following week, I started experiencing erectile dysfunction again, just like before, and I was in a lot of pain.

I thought I was cured because I had been taking medication, and my mother's presence that day was just a coincidence that added to the excitement. However, the experiments over the past few days
have proven otherwise. Although my wife has been encouraging me, it hasn't been successful. I can't completely let go of the past, because my wife did cancel her plane tickets and postpone
her trip, hoping to continue her "glory"!

But what could I do? I had no choice but to ask my mother for help.

That day at work, I went to the chairman's office and told my mother about my experiences over the past few days, as well as my troubles. However, I did not
ask my mother to appear at my bedroom door during intercourse. I simply said that I planned to try one last time with my wife around 10 p.m.

(three)

My wife got the plane tickets for tomorrow. Our family went out for dinner that evening. My mother seemed a little unsettled. I knew she was worried about what was going on that night.

I feel very apologetic, but I can't express it.

After getting home, I went to bed early to recharge. I told my wife not to come to bed later than 9:30, hoping she could give me half an hour for flirting
.

After that incident, my wife became very obedient and came to my side on time. I gently caressed her, unbuttoned her clothes one by one, and slowly took off her
clothes. Under my gentleness and teasing, my wife completely lost control, and suppressed moans escaped her throat. At this point,
the atmosphere in our room was already very lewd, but my penis was still hanging down like a worm.

When my wife entered a state of complete absorption, I still couldn't lift my head even slightly. At that moment, I felt very discouraged, as if the little bit of confidence I had just built up
had vanished without a trace!

Just then, I saw the door slowly open. My mother, wearing a very sexy nightgown, stood in the doorway,
staring intently at me with her alluring eyes. When our eyes met, my penis instantly became erect. I thrust into my wife's already overflowing vagina. My wife
cried out loudly, as if releasing long-suppressed emotions, completely oblivious to whether my mother downstairs could hear her!

When I penetrated my wife's vagina, I saw my mother's body contract slightly, as if she were trying to absorb the impact. Although it was instinctive on her part,
it only excited me more. Like a wild horse, I galloped over my wife's body. At that moment, my mother, who was standing at the door, seemed to have lost her balance and slowly leaned
against the doorframe, letting out a long sigh.

My sensitive wife quickly released a warm, viscous liquid, which poured from the head of my penis onto the shaft. I was enveloped in an unprecedented pleasure
. At that moment, I looked up and saw that my mother had disappeared at the top of the stairs.

A deep sense of disappointment welled up inside me. I could no longer get an erection. A voice seemed to echo in my mind: I really can't thrust into my wife's vagina anymore
. I went limp.

Fortunately, my wife had already reached an unprecedented climax. She assumed I had ejaculated as well and enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm without any suspicion. In her eyes, this
was the most wonderful moment of her life, and she would go to America with a happy heart.

The days after my wife left were rather awkward between my mother and me. Many times, she wanted to call out to me and say something, but in the end, she just opened her mouth and
said nothing.

But lately, my emotions have been even more intense than when my wife was here. Often, just looking at my mother's graceful back makes my penis
as hard as an iron rod, though I can't usually maintain it for long. Even watching TV with my mother, I can't concentrate for more than five minutes. But I'm
satisfied, because this is progress.

In the end, Mom couldn't bear the awkwardness between us anymore. She knew the advice Dr. Zhang had given her, and she knew where the problem lay between her and her son
, so she had to face him.

"Son, can you come to my room? I have something I want to tell you."

My mother's room is a suite, with a private reception room outside.

"Okay! I'll be right there after a shower!" My mother called me this on the morning of the tenth day after my wife left, just as I got up. I was very happy that morning because I
discovered for the first time that I was experiencing morning erections.

After I finished showering, I went to my mother's room in my pajamas. My mother was already sitting on the sofa in the living room, and she asked me to sit opposite her.

"Son! First, I want to explain the first time I appeared in your room!"

"No need, Mom. I know you didn't mean it, but it's precisely your unintentionality that helped me find the root of my problem, and that's enough!"

"It's not what you think!"

"Mom! Since we've brought this up today, let's talk it out. Actually, I remember what happened twenty years ago, but I don't blame you.
I woke up when you kissed me, and then you took my penis..."

"Stop talking! Stop talking! Mom wants to die right now!"

"I want to say it, I think everything will be alright if I say it. Then you were rubbing my penis against your genitals. At that moment, I was very
confused because I couldn't understand its meaning, so I quickly forgot that part of the memory. But I can always clearly remember you eating my penis
because I felt like you were going to eat it. I was terrified, so I called out to you. Later, you repeatedly told me it was a dream, and then I really believed it."

It was a dream, Mom! Until a few days ago, your classmate was going to give me treatment, but it didn't happen. But I took a nap there, and I remembered
a lot of things, including you eating my penis!

"Don't you remember when I was rubbing it against something?" Mom asked with difficulty.

"No, but we don't remember, we really can't remember. It's just that later, when you were in front of our door, and I suddenly penetrated your daughter-in-law,
you suddenly convulsed, which reminded me that you seemed to have had a similar expression that night!"

"Oh my God!"

The mother burst into tears. She knew that her son's young penis must have entered her vagina that night, otherwise she wouldn't have
reacted so strongly to that action.

Finally, everything was out in the open. Her son, being considerate, hadn't made her say those unspeakable things. Perhaps he didn't mean to ease her worries,
but the result was the same: his knot was untied, and so was hers. Life should get back on track, right? That's what a mother
hopes for!

Over the years, she had worked hard in the business world and achieved such success. But now she realized that all of this was nothing compared to receiving a genuine
look from her son, to ensuring his healthy growth. For a woman, family truly is everything. Tonight, she could finally sleep peacefully.

Her son left, going to work alone, while his mother stayed home, indulging in the pleasure of reminiscing. For years, she had
dared not recall those memories, for they inevitably touched upon that night. Now, she could quietly contemplate her past!

It was almost time to leave work. She kept glancing at the wall clock, then at the front door, like an ordinary mother eagerly awaiting her son's return.
She was almost overwhelmed by happiness; she knew this was the joy of ordinary people, the most beautiful thing in the world. She couldn't wait any longer for her husband to come home; waiting for
her son brought her the same joy.

When her son returned, she dismissed all the servants so she could cook for him herself.

Finally, I could enjoy my mother's cooking again—a feeling I hadn't experienced in almost twenty years. I was overjoyed. Everything that had been caused by a misunderstanding
had been resolved, and my mother and I could both feel each other's happiness.

But soon I felt changes in my body, which caused me distress—my already loose pajamas were strained by my now rock-hard penis, creating
a tall canopy. I was afraid my mother would see, but she did. At first, she smiled, but then, perhaps realizing my wife wasn't home that night,
the smile froze on her face, replaced by two blushes on her cheeks.

My mother is 49 years old, but she has always given me the impression of a tireless work machine with inexhaustible energy and an eternally youthful face. I know she still menstruates, which is probably her secret to staying young. She has been taking estrogen in
a prescribed amount under the guidance of a doctor .

But this is precisely where my new worries begin, because I don't know if my wife's provocations will be enough to help me overcome my psychological barriers
. I can't always rely on my mother as the trigger! Besides, it's unfair to her; watching her son ravage his wife, and having to watch
, is painful enough!

Dinner with my mother was spent in a peculiar atmosphere. Although nothing particularly noteworthy happened,
we both felt awkward and soon fled back to our bedroom.

The living room was quiet, and the surroundings were also very quiet, but I couldn't calm down while lying on my bed. My heart was pounding like it was in an animated movie
, bulging out of my clothes. I had no idea where to put my hands, but they kept involuntarily reaching inside my crotch to touch my perpetually
hard penis. At that moment, I was astonished to realize that I had been hard for almost two hours straight since I started eating. I was done, I was really done
!

I want to tell my mom this news, but I don't know if I should go?

I still rushed downstairs excitedly, but then I saw that my mother's bedroom door was tightly closed. I slowed my pace, I hesitated. I knew that what I wanted to tell my mother
was completely meaningless. Because when I see my mother, that thing will naturally get hard, but once she's not around...

I just can't do it.

I've already proven this in my previous experience, so is it really necessary for me to tell her this now? But why do I want to go to my mother's room? I
feel ashamed, excited, and hesitant at the same time for wanting to go to my mother's room!

I lingered slowly outside my mother's room. It was past 1 a.m., and I had been walking there for almost two hours. I told myself many times
to go back, but each time the desire in my heart called me back. In these nearly two hours, I also noticed that
the light in my mother's room had been switched on and off several times.

I knew Mom wasn't asleep either; she must have known I was outside, but her door remained tightly shut!

My mother turned on the light again, and I felt my heart was about to jump out of my chest, but for a long time, there was no sound from inside.

I know I should go back, back to my room, back to my life. No matter what meaning my mother's body holds for me, I can't really
walk through that door. After all, once I do, my life will never be as peaceful as before.

No matter how well we do, we can't hide it from my wife who lives under the same roof, and we're not accepted by society. I'm going back!

But I don't want to go back. Right now, I feel that my only desire in life is the happiness hidden behind that door. No matter how evil it may be, or how
intolerable it may be to society, I will be proud of it. I will dedicate myself to my happiness, my desire, and my ideals without any regrets!

Wait a minute! You can't be so selfish!

She's your mother, after all. How can you think of her like that? She's an excellent and pure woman who would give everything for her son.
Do you expect her to give her body or endure humiliation for you? Doing that is truly worse than being an animal!

Wait a minute! What does "beast" mean?

Is it really an insult to my mother that having sex with her doesn't affect anyone? When I stood at our bedroom door, I clearly
saw longing in my mother's eyes, a feeling that went beyond a mother's love for her son. Does sexual pleasure between mother and son cease to be pleasure?

As I struggled with this internal conflict, the light in my mother's room went out again. I felt utterly hopeless. It seemed my mother was against this whole
thing. All the confidence I had been building crumbled. My internal struggle turned into utter despair. I slowly turned to go upstairs when
I heard a "click."

With a soft thud, the door to my mother's room opened a crack, and there was no further sound from inside. At that moment, I was completely captivated by this sudden glimmer of hope. Without further hesitation
, I firmly pushed open the door.

As I closed the door, I heard a voice behind me: "From now on, please don't open your eyes again, okay?"

I am your wife!

(Four)

When the first rays of sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains in the morning, I was still asleep. Last night, my "wife" and I had
the most perfect night of our lives.

My "night" started at midnight and hasn't ended yet. My "wife," who is also my mother, has begged me several times to leave and go back to my own
room. She said that as my wife, she can no longer handle my crazy and abundant nourishment.

But when I asked again, she still couldn't bring herself to refuse and could only reluctantly comply.

When I finally fell asleep and woke up again around 2 PM, I was alone in the room. I saw a
note on the bedside table: "Honey! It's time for you to go back to your life. It's time for you to revert to your role as you were before last night!"

I read the note, and I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. I couldn't help but cry, reflecting on my life over the past thirty years and
the emotional journey I've taken!

I didn't see my mother for two days after that. She disappeared from my life; her phone was off, and she was nowhere to
be found in any of the places she frequented. I was worried about her, but I knew she would be alright; she wouldn't regret that night's pleasure!

On my third day at work, I saw the chairman's office door was open. A surge of indescribable joy welled up inside me. I ran over quickly and saw my mother
packing her things. When she saw me, a slight blush seemed to rise on her face, but she quickly regained her composure. "Son! You're here," my mother said.

She emphasized the word "son," and I knew my mother was reminding me of something. I blushed and lowered my head.

Soon, the company employees arrived one after another. It was then that I learned that my mother had called a full board meeting, at which she announced her resignation as chairman
, and that I would take over the position. The relevant procedures would be handled after she returned from her inspection of the branch office setup in the United States. During her absence,
I was to exercise the rights of the chairman.

I was shocked, but my mother didn't give me any chance to understand. She left on a plane that very night!

I know in my heart that I've put too much pressure on her. After all, she's endured things that others couldn't bear, though it might not necessarily be painful. But I think Mom
needs to calm down!

The pressure of work is the best medicine for me right now; it relieves my longing for my mother and wife. Lately, it seems I've completely lost contact with my mother
. My wife, however, calls every night, saying the branch office is going well, and her mother asked her to buy a villa here, with renovations already
underway! My wife and I don't quite understand why my mother did this!

Time flies, and it's been almost two months since my mother left. I've been chatting with her on the phone occasionally during this time, and I can tell that she's in
a good mood.

That day, my wife suddenly called to tell me that my mother and I were taking a flight back to China the next day, and that my mother's health didn't seem very good;
she kept gagging for no apparent reason. My wife suggested that my mother see a doctor, but she firmly refused, saying she was fine, just experiencing some gastrointestinal discomfort. My wife also relayed
a few of my mother's decisions:

1. A board meeting was held to formally complete the handover procedures for the chairman, and the mother was reassigned as the company's supervisor.

2. And publicly recruit the company's general manager.

3. My wife was promoted from deputy general manager to chief financial officer. She's now a member of the board of directors. Also, my mother had the company book her a flight back to the US a week from now.
It seems she really is leaving me.

A shadow fell over me, but I knew my mistake had hurt my mother. However, there were many things I didn't understand, because through
observing her over the past two months, I felt that my mother didn't seem to be in particular pain; on the contrary, she seemed quite happy, only her emotions had been fluctuating these past few days!

Everything at the company went smoothly, and Mom didn't stay in China for even a day longer than usual. But I could feel that the way she looked at me after she came back this time was really
strange. I really couldn't understand what she was thinking. But I started to regret my impulsive decision that night! If I hadn't done that, maybe Mom wouldn't have left!

When Mom was leaving for the airport, she didn't ask my wife to see her off, saying she had some urgent tax-related matters to handle. Although my wife
could easily find the time, Mom insisted that the company had just undergone changes and she didn't want any mistakes to happen, so she asked my wife to stay at the company. My wife couldn't insist any further. So, I ended up
seeing Mom off at the airport alone.

After we got in the car, Mom rolled up the window between the front and back seats, giving us an hour of private time. As the car smoothly drove
along the airport expressway, Mom suddenly kissed me and said passionately, "Don't be my son anymore, be my husband, okay? I've
built a new home in America. Can you spend just a third of the year with me?"

"Ah! So you had this planned all along. I thought you couldn't get over what happened that night and wanted to leave me forever?"

"Yes, that's what I thought at first. I couldn't accept myself. I felt like the most lewd mother in the world, seducing my own son
and reaching orgasm repeatedly under him, screaming ecstatically! I really couldn't forgive myself for getting up to open the door for you that night. But
now I'm different. Something happened that really shocked me, and I changed my mind. I've decided to work towards my beliefs!"

"What is that?"

"I'm being punished for my long-term use of estrogen."

"What, really? You're perfectly healthy, aren't you? No, I can't let you go to a foreign country alone."

"Stop! What are you thinking, silly boy? Don't get too worked up about this, listen to me! I'm pregnant!"

"What? What is pregnancy?... Oh! No way? It has nothing to do with me."

"Look at you, your mother hasn't been with a man for over twenty years, who else could it be but you? But I'm worried about my advanced maternal age, and I don't want it to end now."

"Stop! Whether you agree or not, I'm going to give birth to him! Therefore, I need good medical care and a new environment!"

"I understand! Thank you, Mom! You're a hero in our family, having raised two generations of men!"

"Alright! It's best if you accept this, so you'll have to fly over to see me often!"

"Okay! No need for you to tell me!"

"What? Am I old?"

"No! My darling doesn't age!"

"Haha! Calling yourself 'Mommy's Baby, aren't you ashamed! But Mommy likes it when you call me that! We're almost there, don't go inside to see me off, Mommy might do
something drastic!"

"No! I want to go! I'm not afraid!" I insisted.

"Okay, but watch me board from a distance!"

The car finally arrived, and I watched my mother's plane take off into the blue sky. I began to dream about the wonderful life in America!

(V. Epilogue)

Back in the office, I was excited and grateful for God's favor. I was also filled with passion. I called my wife into the office, and when she came in
, I closed the door, pushed her down onto the desk, and made love to her passionately.

My wife was amazed by my prowess and stimulated by the environment, reaching an unprecedented climax. She actually collapsed in my office, thankfully it
was a suite. She slept there for an afternoon before she could barely walk. When she got out of bed, her eyes were full of tenderness as she looked at me!

Soon, my company will be hiring another deputy finance director to assume the duties of the finance director during the director's maternity leave!

"The End"

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