Love Time

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After all the commotion, the house finally returned to peace. My mother, still quite weak after her IV drip, fell into a deep sleep. Seeing her asleep, I was actually quite nervous, afraid she wouldn't wake up again like before. So, I insisted on staying in her bedroom, waiting for her to wake up. My grandparents, seeing my insistence, let me be. Fortunately, my worries were unnecessary; three hours later, my mother slowly woke up. As soon as she woke up, I quickly dropped the newspaper I'd been reading for three hours without understanding its contents, rushed to her bedside, sat in the chair by the bedside, and looked at my mother, still sleepy and with a delicate expression. "Qian, you're finally awake," I said softly. Hearing me, my mother gently turned her head to look at me and smiled. Seeing this smile, so different from her professional, formal smile at work, I suddenly felt that the world had brightened up. "Are you afraid I won't wake up again?" my mother asked softly. Knowing she'd guessed my thoughts, I gave an embarrassed, silly smile. Instead of answering her directly, I gently took her hand and said, "If you really do become Sleeping Beauty again, then I'll protect you for the rest of my life." Hearing this, a blush immediately rose on my mother's face. After looking at me quietly for a few seconds, her smile suddenly vanished, and she asked seriously, "Yi, don't you really care that I'm so much older than you? I'm old enough to be your mother. And even if you don't mind my age, what about your parents and family? Will they accept me? Also, I have to be honest with you, I used to be with another man and had a son, but we separated, and I don't know where my son is now. Don't you mind that?" After asking, she stared at me intently, her expression seemingly a little tense. I met her gaze and said sincerely with a smile, "I really don't mind how much older you are than me. If I really did, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you. As for my family, you don't need to worry about them either. I live alone; my parents have passed away, and I don't have any siblings. Since my father was an orphan, I don't have any uncles or other relatives. Besides, even if I did, I wouldn't care what they think. I'm the one who loves you, not them. As for your past, I don't care. What I care about is our future." After saying that, I added in my mind, "Of course you can be my mother. You are my biological mother." Seeing me say this, my mother's slightly tense expression finally relaxed. After I finished speaking, I leaned over to kiss her lips. This time, she didn't stop me, closed her eyes slightly, and let me kiss her. After the kiss, I sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at her, and said half-seriously, half-jokingly, "Sister Qian, you're old enough to be my mother. If I were really your son, I'd be so lucky. How many people in the world have such a beautiful and wonderful mother like you?" My mother blushed and said, "Nonsense! Since you like being my son so much, why are you still chasing after me? I might as well just let you be my godson." She couldn't help but chuckle, seemingly imagining my embarrassment at her words. Unfortunately, I wasn't embarrassed; instead, my heart pounded wildly. "Alright, then I'll acknowledge you as my mother for now, hehe, Mom?" I said, pretending to joke. "Yes, my good son," my mother replied with a smile, looking at me happily, seemingly amused by my "joke." Hearing her respond to my address, I felt both excited and moved. I never imagined that the first time I'd called myself "Mom" would be under such circumstances. "My dear mother, please marry me, okay?" I continued, pretending to joke. My mother chuckled and replied, "I went through so much to give birth to you, and now I have to be your wife? Wouldn't I be losing out?" She seemed to be happily caught up in the joke, echoing my words. I never expected her to have such a humorous and cheerful side beneath her usually dignified and serious exterior. She said it without thinking, but I, the listener, felt my blood boil. This kind of conversation was so exciting, I decided to take the opportunity to push the excitement to the limit. Thinking so excitedly, I continued, "How could it be losing out? You gave birth to a son, and he gave you a husband in return, isn't that even?" "Even if it's even, then in the future I'll have to give your son another son, wouldn't that be losing out again?" My mother retorted without thinking. However, after saying that, she seemed to realize that I had led her to discuss such a taboo and outrageous topic as incest, even bringing up incestuous offspring. Feeling embarrassed, she immediately turned her head away, gave a soft "humph," and pretended to ignore me. I chuckled and could only regretfully stop the conversation. Grandma happened to come up from downstairs at that moment, smiling broadly at us, and said, "I think I heard you talking about having a son. What, you haven't even had your wedding banquet yet, and you're already discussing having a son? Isn't that a bit too hasty?" I continued to chuckle, speechless. My mother, caught off guard by my grandmother's words, was momentarily speechless. Turning to her grandmother with a blushing face, she said, "Mom, what are you saying? Who's in a hurry to discuss having a son? We're not even close to having a son yet." My grandmother walked over, not arguing, pulled up a chair and sat down. She looked at my mother and me, then said seriously, "I don't care if you've discussed it or not. Seriously, when are you two planning to get married and have your wedding banquet? I really want to hold my grandson soon." "Soon, very soon," I quickly replied. After saying that, I smiled at my mother and saw her give me a slightly embarrassed glare, but she ultimately didn't refute me. Hearing my answer, my grandmother smiled and nodded, then began to nag about my mother's past, saying that she'd been urging her to find a partner for twenty years, but she'd always dragged her feet. She wondered if her standards were too high, as she seemed to find no one suitable, causing her and her husband endless worry. Now, finally, someone had come along who could tame her, and so on. Grandma's nagging made Mom's face flush red and then pale. She tried several times to interrupt Grandma, but Grandma ignored her and continued talking. Finally, Grandma finished looking at Mom and talking to her, and went downstairs satisfied. When it was just the two of us, I looked at Mom with a smile, while Mom pretended to glare at me. Over the next four or five days, with careful care, Mom quickly recovered and was no longer so weak. Through these days of spending time together, my relationship with Mom deepened considerably. I noticed that Mom was increasingly showing a girlish side in front of me; perhaps this was the magic of love. However, there were also many times when she truly felt like a mother. This seemingly contradictory feeling, I liked very much, even enjoyed. That morning, after everyone had breakfast together, I saw the weather was very nice and suggested taking Mom out for a walk. Mom readily agreed. Then, Mom said she needed to change clothes and went back upstairs first. My grandparents went out for a walk. After a while, she came downstairs again. I glanced at her and my eyes lit up. She had her hair styled in a mature and elegant way, and she wore a sleeveless white cheongsam with blue floral patterns, the hem of which just covered her thighs a few centimeters above her knees. She wore crystal high-heeled sandals. This outfit perfectly accentuated her snow-white neck, her well-proportioned and shapely figure, and her long, slender, fair legs, giving her a classical and elegant beauty. My mother noticed me staring at her and gave me a confident yet reserved smile, walking towards me gracefully. As she moved, the slit in her cheongsam revealed glimpses of her fair skin, making my eyes widen even more. A surge of excitement coursed through me as I silently thought, "In the near future, Mom's alluring body will be entirely mine." "Silly boy, what are you looking at? Haven't you had enough? Get out of here!" My mother said coquettishly as she walked up to me. Over the past few days, since we'd both become aware of each other's feelings and opened our hearts, I'd occasionally revealed my true colors, displaying a bit of a lecherous side in front of her. She was used to it and didn't think there was anything wrong with it, so I wasn't afraid of her seeing me looking at her with a slightly lecherous gaze. Of course, if someone else looked at her like that, she'd probably get angry on the spot and immediately label them a pervert. Hearing my mother, who was also my future wife, speak, I quickly straightened up and accompanied her out the door to the SUV parked on the side of the road. Suddenly, my mother stopped, covered her mouth with her hand, and burst out laughing. I was startled, then followed her gaze and saw a scene that made me laugh too. It turns out that my car hadn't been driven for a long time and had been parked here on the side of the road. At this moment, because there was a patch of mud on the front tire, a few clumps of wild grass had actually grown on it.After finally managing to suppress my laughter, my mother asked, "Why is your car all overgrown with weeds? How long has it been since you drove it?" I thought for a moment and said, "Well, about a year. Anyway, ever since you were transferred home from the hospital, I've been with you the whole time and haven't gone out at all, so I haven't driven." As I said this, I started to worry a little about whether the car could even start. Hearing my answer, my mother suddenly looked at me tenderly, then leaned in and gently kissed me on the cheek. My heart fluttered instantly. I thought to myself, "So having weeds in the car has this advantage! I should have planted some grass in it on purpose." Then, I opened the car door and checked the car's condition. I found that the interior and engine were still in excellent condition. It truly lived up to its reputation as an expensive brand-name car; the quality was top-notch. After checking the car, I drove my mother towards a forest park outside the city. In the park, I whispered sweet nothings to my mother while taking pictures of her. She, like a bird released from its cage, strolled along the path, leaving behind countless laughs. Of course, I also took the opportunity to hug and kiss her three times, each time intoxicating; the exquisite feeling was truly indescribable. At noon, having had a wonderful time, we returned to the city and found a Western restaurant, ordering a small private room for lunch. Initially, we sat on opposite sides of the table. After the waiter brought our food, I got up, went to the door, locked the door from the inside, and sat down next to my mother. "Why didn't you sit in the perfectly good spot over there? Why did you squeeze in here? Are you up to something again?" My mother seemed to suspect my ulterior motives and chuckled as she spoke. I didn't answer immediately, but instead focused on quickly cutting a piece of steak, then wrapped my left arm around her waist from behind. “Because I want to feed you, I’m afraid my future wife will go hungry,” I said, forking a small piece of steak, adding sauce, and bringing it to her lips. My mother struggled symbolically for a moment, seemingly displeased that I was feeding her like a child, but then obediently opened her mouth and ate the steak I offered, leaning her upper body slightly towards me. We finished the steak quickly, one bite at a time. After finishing, I put down my fork and casually placed my hand on her thigh. My mother instinctively pressed down on my right hand, but then released it, closing her eyes slightly and resting her head on mine. Seeing her acquiescence, I felt a surge of excitement. My hand, which had been on her thigh, began to caress her smooth, supple leg, gradually slipping under her skirt. Sensing my movement, my mother squeezed her legs together, her body trembling slightly, but she didn't stop me. Seeing her tacit consent, I boldly slipped my right hand under her skirt, tracing her thigh to the groin, until my trembling fingers touched the soft flesh beneath her thin panties. When my fingers touched that alluring spot deep beneath her skirt, my heart roared with excitement, "Oh God, I've finally put my hand under my own mother's skirt, touched her genitals!" When my fingers touched her genitals, covered by her panties, I felt my mother's body stiffen slightly, but she still didn't stop me. Of course, I wasn't satisfied with just that. At that moment, I felt my blood rushing, a wave of excitement washing over me. I quickly glanced at the locked door and the lowered blinds, then pushed the table in front of me to the opposite side, making room. Then, I pushed my mother down onto the wide leather seat. As I did so, she let out a soft moan, instinctively reaching her hands to her chest and gently pushing me away. But then she gave up resisting, her face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes closed, letting my upper body press against hers. Her breathing, however, became noticeably rapid, her full breasts, tightly encased in her clothes, heaving. After pinning her down, I wrapped my left arm around her neck, while my right hand, still inside her skirt, hooked my fingers onto her panties and pulled them down her thighs. Because my mother was lying diagonally on the seat, only her upper body could fully rest on it; half of her buttocks and legs were still protruding, supported by her feet. Therefore, I easily pulled her panties down to the back of her knees, which were bent at a ninety-degree angle. The moment I pulled down my mother's panties, I felt my blood boil even more intensely. I eagerly reached my trembling right hand back under her skirt, my hand landing on her vulva at the end of her beautiful legs. Because my mother's legs were still tightly closed, my touch only reached her soft, full, inverted triangular mons pubis, my fingers clearly feeling a patch of soft pubic hair. After rubbing her mons pubis a few times, I closed my fingers and probed downwards along it. Instantly, my fingers touched a slightly moist, smooth slit. Continuing to push along the slit, I felt it getting deeper and wetter until finally, my middle finger was completely inside, my fingertip exploring a warm, moist opening. "Ah, this is my mother's vulva, her labia, this little opening, her vaginal opening. I was born from here!" At that moment, I screamed with incredible excitement, feeling my penis become incredibly hard. The instant my right hand touched her labia and vaginal opening, I clearly felt my mother's body tremble. Her legs clamped tighter, and her hips swayed slightly with unease. Her lips parted slightly, and she let out a soft, trembling moan. Just as I was about to insert my finger slightly into her vagina, wanting to savor it, my mother suddenly opened her eyes, breathing heavily, and said shyly in a low voice, "Yi, no." Hearing this, I stopped what I was doing, driven by intense emotion and sheer willpower. I really wanted to taste her body, especially her genitals, but only if she didn't object or show any aversion. "What's wrong?" I asked softly, trying to keep my voice calm, suppressing my excitement. "Not here, okay? I'm scared," my mother said softly. I kissed her, nodded in agreement, and reluctantly pulled my right hand out from under her skirt, helping her up and holding her waist with both hands. "Yi, I hope... I hope I can give myself to you on our wedding night, okay?" My mother looked at me and said shyly. It seemed she was worried I would take advantage of her. I pulled her close, my face pressed against hers, and said with a smile, "Okay, but I need to collect some interest first." "You're so annoying, you pervert!" My mother said coquettishly, relieved. Then, my mother stood up, her face flushed, her back to me, and pulled her white panties back down to her lower body. As she pulled up her panties, her cheongsam skirt was also pulled up to her waist, instantly revealing her round, white buttocks and the tender red labia peeking out from her cleft, as well as her pair of fair and beautiful legs. Seeing this scene, I almost had a nosebleed from the stimulation. I barely managed to control my excitement and impulse, preventing myself from acting on my urge to rush over, hug her, and immediately thrust my hard, erect penis into her vagina from behind. My mother turned around after putting on her underwear and adjusting her cheongsam. When she saw my obviously lustful expression, her face flushed even more. She smiled faintly at me, then gracefully walked back to my side and sat down. I then pulled the table back to its original position and continued eating with my mother. However, as I ate, my mind kept replaying the ecstatic sensation of touching my mother under her skirt, and my penis remained erect for a long time. Seeing my somewhat dazed appearance, my mother found it both amusing and heartbreaking. After hesitating for a moment, she boldly picked up a fork and began feeding me steak, seemingly trying to make amends. She looked very much like a mother coaxing a child to eat. However, I, being a restless child, started to wander off and gently touch her thigh while we were eating. This time, my mother didn't interrupt my caresses; she only gently pressed my hand down whenever it slipped under her skirt to tease her genitals.Finally, under my pleading gaze, my mother surrendered. After finishing the last piece of steak, she blushed, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, "What's the rush? I'll always be yours. I'm just afraid you won't want me anymore." Hearing her words, my heart instantly blossomed. The whole world seemed to brighten, and every breath I took felt full of passion and vitality. Then, in my excitement, I returned her a long, passionate kiss. A dozen minutes later, my mother and I walked out of the restaurant hand in hand. A faint blush lingered on her face, while I looked radiant with pride. Afterward, we went straight home. After dropping her off at her doorstep, I mysteriously changed buses and went for a drive. When I returned home, a dazzling diamond wedding ring was in my pocket.

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