A tender mother and her foolish son, deeply in love.

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My three years of studying in Canada have come to an end. I didn't heed my advisor's advice to stay, but instead
eagerly boarded a plane to my hometown, Taipei, where my beautiful mother who gave me life and raised me resides… As the plane took off
, I felt a pang of reluctance to leave Vancouver, the international metropolis where I had lived for three and a half years. It
holds many youth: my school, my classmates, and most unforgettable

of all, my former South African teacher, Li Yunzhen. My mother sent me here to study when I was 17, entrusting me to the
care . In the days that followed, Ms. Li lived up to my mother's expectations, taking meticulous care of me,
even in bed—in my second year here, she divorced her long-separated American husband, and after
a drunken, intimate conversation, they ended up in bed together. You could say that all my sexual experiences before the age of 20
came from this mentor, 18 years my senior, who was incredibly charming.

Last night, we made love one last time, and her beautiful, mature body still
captivated ; I simply love that mature allure. She also showed unusual initiative, gently
lying on top of me, swaying her ample hips, seeking and offering bone-deep pleasure between fullness and emptiness. After I
finally pressed her down and thrust wildly for a while, we both moaned as we reached the peak of pleasure.

At this moment, tears welled up in her eyes, and she held me in her arms, saying, "I will remember you for the rest of my life..."

The plane flew through the blue sky and white clouds, and my heart had flown back to my longed-for mother. After trying
twice more finally drifted off to sleep. I don't know how much time had passed when my vision suddenly brightened, and a transparent glass door
appeared before me. Inside, there was a misty atmosphere, and a voluptuous, fair, mature female body was faintly visible. I tried to
see more clearly and moved closer to the door. Her voluptuous body was turned away from the glass door. Water sprayed from
the showerhead flowing down her satin skin, over her shoulders and back, then down her plump, white buttocks and into her shapely
legs…

My throat went dry, my heart raced, and I finally couldn’t resist pushing open the door. I embraced her
body , letting her struggle and letting the water soak my entire body. My hands cupped her breasts from behind, and
the moment I felt the fleshy peaks, I felt the air almost freeze, my heart pounding in my chest
. I could only relieve this life-threatening confinement with my instinctive, intense breathing.

Just then, I lost my balance and slipped, falling to the ground and hitting my head hard against the wall. For a moment,
I seemed to lose consciousness, only hearing my mother's loud cries. I struggled desperately to get up, and suddenly my body trembled
. I abruptly opened my eyes to see a flight attendant's sweet smiling face—

I had actually dreamt on the plane. I straightened my clothes, checked my watch, and realized we still had two hours until we arrived. Drinking the water
the flight attendant offered
, I recalled my dream. I knew it wasn't a dream, but a replay of a real scene from the past. I was 17 years old that year, and shortly after, my mother sent me to Vancouver so I could study
and learn to be independent, not overly dependent on her.

The plane transited through New York and landed in Taipei in the evening. Stepping off the plane, I noticed a light drizzle outside
. Among the crowd of people waiting to pick up passengers, I immediately spotted my mother, wearing a pale yellow trench coat and holding a floral umbrella. Her
image was unique in my heart. I practically ran over, and without a word, I swept her up in my arms. She
held the umbrella with one hand and gently pushed my shoulder away with the other, smiling and playfully asking me to let go. I
kissed her smooth forehead before releasing her.

My mother hadn't changed much since we parted three years ago. Even the fragrance emanating from her body and hair remained the same
. Her demeanor and speech were still those of a refined young lady. Because she practiced traditional Chinese medicine and health preservation
, she was exceptionally well-maintained. Her boundless charm deeply attracted me, a feeling even stronger than three years ago. Sitting
in the car my mother was driving, I couldn't help but stare at her, unwilling to look away. My mother focused on driving, occasionally glancing at me,
but quickly turning her head away when our eyes met.

"Mom, I miss you so much! Have you missed me?"

My mother nodded and said, "How could I not?"

I said again, "I miss you even more than you miss me. I even dream about you, even have wet dreams about you,
hehe!"

My mother gave me a reproachful look and said, "Go away, you're an adult now, don't talk nonsense, or I'll kick you out and make you walk
home!"

I stuck out my tongue.

My home is an old villa built in the early 1990s, but it's well-maintained and doesn't look dilapidated.
My father bought it when he was alive. He was a young general then, dashing and always attracted the attention of
countless women, including my mother when she was young. Later, my mother married my father when she was 18
, and I was born when she was 19. Our family of three had spent ten wonderful years together. My father worked in the military and government,
while my mother ran a traditional Chinese medicine health center.

But when I was ten, my father tragically died in a live-fire exercise, leaving only my
mother to rely on each other. We received a large sum of compensation after my father's passing, and my mother's health center business
was thriving, so we were materially comfortable. However, my mother would often stare blankly at my father's photo. Whenever
this happened I would silently hug her and say, "Mom, I'm here for you. When I grow up, I'll
take care of you like Dad did!"

My mother would smile knowingly, kiss me, and hug me tightly in her warm embrace.

It wasn't until I turned 16 that my mother noticed something was wrong with me. First, she noticed the
intense look in my eyes when I looked at her. Then she found her underwear under my blanket. Finally,
the scene that replayed in my airplane dream happened. She realized I had a deep Oedipus complex, so she decided to send me abroad,
away from her for a while, hoping to dispel my abnormal feelings. But now it seems the effect is the opposite.

The house is just as it was when I left, spotless, filled with a faint fragrance of flowers and plants that
my mother has grown. The only change in the house was that when I left, the greenhouse my mother used to cultivate
herbs had just started construction. Now it was completed and planted with dozens of herbs that my mother had cultivated herself. This
greenhouse space, less than 200 square meters, was like a small botanical garden. There was also a small room with
a pool inside, decorated like a sauna.

I asked my mother what it was for.

She said it was a sauna, just like I said, only a medicinal sauna.

I was very curious and said I must try it sometime.

After running around upstairs and downstairs, I finally returned to my bedroom. Everything had been changed
. A poster that used to hang above my bed was gone. It was one of my favorite pictures; I'd
found it online and printed it out. It depicted only one woman named Keiko Matsuzaka. Her heyday was far removed from my time
as a , but I liked her because her appearance and demeanor were remarkably
similar to my mother's.
Besides that poster, I also had a set of her ink paintings—she still had a full but not fat figure,
making one's mouth water and fantasize. In countless erotic dreams, I had this voluptuous body beneath me, thrusting
my "gun" into that sweet pool between her thighs. But each time I was about to lift my hips and conquer her, the face beneath me would transform into my mother's real
, gentle face, and I would be instantly aroused, accidentally ejaculating... When I woke up, there would always be a mess beneath me.

While eating with my mother at the table, I asked her where the poster in her bedroom was.

She said it was old and yellowed and she had thrown it away.

I looked at my mother with pity and said, "Then I'll make a poster of you and hang it up there."

My mother replied, "Don't hang it. You should find a girlfriend and hang her picture instead. What's the point of hanging a picture of
an old ?"

"Mom, who said you're old and faded? You're beautiful, the most beautiful person in my eyes."

"You smooth talker!"

I chuckled and said to her, "Mom, I'll take a picture of you after dinner!"

I ate heartily, urging my mother to go to a brightly lit spot in the living room to take a picture.
My mother couldn't refuse and had to cooperate. As I prepared to take the picture, I thought she should change her clothes
. I remembered she had a beige cotton sundress, so I suggested she change into it while I took the picture.

My mother said, "Let's just take one like this."

I went over and picked her up, saying, "Just change, don't you want to look better in the photos?"

She tried to put me down, but I insisted I wouldn't let her go unless she changed, so she reluctantly went to change. When my mother came out
after changing , I was immediately struck by her beauty. Under the light, my mother looked even more stunning in her sundress.
She was well-endowed but not plump, her breasts firm and shapely, and her legs, exposed outside the dress, were fair, smooth, and incredibly beautiful. I couldn't resist putting down
my camera going over to hug her, and spinning her around twice.

"Mom, you're so beautiful!"

I said, kissing her smooth cheek and then pressing my lips to hers.

This sudden action startled my mother, giving me a wicked opportunity. I gently sucked on her
alluring lips, taking advantage of the situation! Just as I reached for the taste of her tongue, my mother shoved my head away forcefully
. Her almost angry tone made me let go of her. Knowing her temper, I quickly released her hand. My mother's face
flushed slightly, and she turned to go back to her room. I quickly grabbed her and begged her to finish taking the photos. She let me take two before going back to her room.

I took the camera back to my bedroom, connected it to the computer, and started organizing, enlarging, and printing the photos.
It took more than an hour to finish. Although it wasn't professional, I was at least satisfied. Lying in bed looking at the photos I had just
finished , my mother's mature and gentle face captivated me. Recalling all the past, my penis
became wickedly erect, and I finally couldn't resist taking off my clothes and starting to masturbate.

I closed my eyes, imagining a wicked and passionate scene: lying on my mother's mature and voluptuous body, straightening
my erect penis and aiming it at her honeyed entrance, I seemed to hear my mother's soft moans. I thirstily sucked on her
firm and full breasts, my lower body thrusting and pulling. My hand, caught up in this fantasy, increased its speed until "Ah!" and
a stream of white fluid gushed out from my lower body…

The next day, I didn't get up until almost noon. My mother had already left a note and gone to work. Following the instructions on the note, I
found the prepared breakfast and ate while thinking about what to do today. According to my mother's plan, I would rest at home
for two days, and then officially start working at her health center, doing practical work in the marketing department, since that
was . Although my mother's workplace is called a "health center," after nearly ten years of operation, it has
become fairly professional company with R&D, production, marketing, and human resources management departments—it can be considered quite
large. My mother and her colleagues are often invited to be guests on health programs on television.

Feeling bored at home, I decided to go to the company today. So I dressed neatly and set off.
Compared , the health center has been renovated, and the adjacent shop has also been taken over for expansion.
New employees have been hired, but I still recognize about half of them. We exchange greetings and pleasantries, as my mother must
have already informed them. They weren't particularly surprised by my arrival, only
slightly surprised that I had grown so tall and strong in three years.

As I approached my mother's office, a woman emerged from the doorway. She was wearing a business suit, tall
, beautiful, with shoulder-length wavy hair, and quite elegant. We met face-to-face, both momentarily stunned,
but immediately recognized each other. Her name was Fang Fei, a close friend of my mother's and also her secretary at the company. Her son
is the same age as me, so I often went to her house to play when I was little. Her husband passed away many years ago, and she remarried,
but divorced soon after.

"Xiaoxiao (my childhood nickname, only close friends know)? Oh, your mother said you're back. I
was thinking of going home and asking Qin Gang (her son, my childhood friend) to invite you over to play!" Aunt Fang
casually straightened my shirt with one hand while holding a folder in the other, as if I had returned to my childhood.

"Hello, Aunt Fei! Haha! Come give me a hug!"

I playfully hugged her, the faint fragrance of her hair wafting into my nose. As I released my clasped arms, I couldn't help but
wonder in my mind whether her waist or my mother's waist would be more comfortable to hug. But before I could figure it out, my mother came
out from inside the door to greet me. Aunt Fei patted me on the shoulder and said I could visit her sometime. I nodded to my mother and went to do my work.

My mother led me into the office and asked why I was there.

I chuckled and said I missed her.

She chuckled and shook her head, saying, "You're such a grown man, always so irresponsible. Look at your Aunt Fei's son, Qin Gang, how
obedient and sensible he is. Now he runs his own auto repair shop and is quite capable."

I pouted and said to my mother, "I just graduated, I'll be capable too, I won't let you
down . Hey!"

My mother nodded and said, "Alright, since you're here, go report to the marketing department! Come on, I'll take you to
meet your supervisor and colleagues!"

"Ah? It's starting already!" Although I was unwilling, I had already said it and had no choice but to follow my mother's arrangements.
At this moment I felt trapped by my mother, but I couldn't say anything.

Meeting my new boss and colleagues went smoothly. After all, I'm a "princeling," and my demeanor and
speech aren't particularly unpleasant, so after my mother's introduction, I easily blended in with everyone
. The department manager was a middle-aged man, Manager Li, over 50 years old, incredibly intelligent, kind, and easy to get along with. From then on,
under Manager Li's supervision and guidance, I worked my way up to becoming capable of handling things independently.

At lunchtime in the cafeteria, I exchanged phone numbers with Aunt Fei and also got Qin Gang's
number, thinking I'd call him after work and find time to get together. He's one of my closest friends since childhood, but before
I could call, he called first. Qin Gang's voice seemed different; like mine, it had lost its youthful
naiveté, and a deeper, more mature quality had crept into its tone. We greeted each other first, then exchanged pleasantries
, and finally agreed to go to our old snack street after work, ostensibly to rekindle our
youthful memories.

After work, I said goodbye to my mother and borrowed the company car key, then headed straight for the snack street.
Seeing Qin Gang again, I noticed that in the past three years, he had only grown a bit more muscular, not much flesh; he was slightly thinner, with a tanned bronze
complexion. But compared to me, his biggest change was that he had become much more mature. We parked the car and, arm
in walked into the snack street, chatting and laughing.

The streets were bustling with people at dusk. Food stalls lined the streets, lanterns lit and pots set up, their calls
mingling with the smoky aromas. It was the same old taste, the same old way; the familiar warmth made me truly feel like
I was back home. In the past, we'd often dragged our mothers here to eat
, though they always said we shouldn't eat too much of these fried and smoked snacks, but they could never resist the pleading looks of
their children . We'd eat a skewer here, a plate there, and soon our stomachs were half full.

Finally, Qin Gang led me into a barbecue restaurant, into a simple private room, ordered some meat and a dozen
beers , and we ate and chatted. We talked about everything from childhood to the past few years; the more we drank,
the more we talked. I've forgotten who brought up the childish bet we made years ago when we were secretly watching porn—
to see who could sleep with a woman and lose their virginity first.

I said smugly, "I slept with a woman as soon as I turned 18, and she was even my teacher! Haha, are you still a virgin,
kid ?"

Qin Gang, who couldn't hold his liquor as well as me, was already flushed. He waved his hand and said, "I'm 18 too! You think sleeping with
your teacher is so cool? Hey, I'm definitely cooler than you!" He then chugdled a few more gulps of liquor from the bottle.

"Better than me? No way! You didn't just pick her up off some street corner in the red-light district, did you?"

"Believe it or not! Xiaoxiao, we grew up together, we know each other best. I've figured out why Aunt
Xiaolin abroad to study; it must be related to that incident."

I was taken aback and asked him, "How did you know?"

Qin Gang said, "We used to be inseparable, we told each other everything, have you forgotten? You and I are the same, we both love
the woman we love most." I was stunned. Qin Gang took a couple of sips of his drink and continued, "Later, I heard from my mom that Aunt Xiaolin
sent you away because she was afraid you'd become too attached to her. Don't I understand?"

I nodded silently, then a thought suddenly flashed through my mind. I abruptly stood up, leaned close to his ear, and asked,
"You little brat... could it be... could it be that you succeeded? You slept with... with Aunt Fei!" Although I couldn't see
my expression at that moment, I could imagine my mouth was agape in an "O" shape.

Qin Gang didn't answer me but instead pushed me back into my seat.

I lost my appetite and kept pressing, "Really? Really?"

Only when Qin Gang grew impatient did he nod firmly and reply, "Lying is a tortoise's nature!"

I let out a sigh of relief, but also felt a pang of disappointment, not because I'd lost the bet, but because of envy, jealousy, and resentment.

"What? Are you admitting defeat?" Qin Gang asked again, munching on a piece of meat on a bamboo skewer.

Knowing Qin Gang as I do, I judged he wasn't lying, but to avoid admitting defeat so easily, I played
dumb, saying, "So what if you say it? Who can vouch for you not bragging? Ha!"

Qin Gang wiped his mouth while calling for the bill, stammering, "You lost, you lost
. I didn't ask you for anything, don't be a sore loser! Haha..."

I helped him, who was a little unsteady on his feet, and we walked out together. We'd both drunk quite a bit today; my alcohol tolerance was
better than his, so I was much more sober. He definitely couldn't drive like this, so I got him into his SUV
, and we both got in and rested inside. I cracked both windows open a crack to keep things ventilated.

Qin Gang was still rambling drunkenly: "You little brat... don't disbelieve me! I actually did it, I got
her. When can you... can you sleep with Aunt Xiaolin once? You can't, you have the desire but not the guts!"

I was speechless, and after a long while, I said, "Hey, then let me ask you, what does it feel like? Like when you and Aunt Fei do '
that,' what does it feel like?"

"Haha! It feels good! Great!" He raised his hand and waved it.

"Then how did you do it? You couldn't have forced me, could you? How did it start?"

At this moment, I was completely driven by this forbidden curiosity.

"Heh...ha," Qin Gang chuckled, half-drunk and half-awake, then said, "It just happened so naturally.
I love her, no one loves her more than me, and she loves me too. We...no, why should I
tell you! Haha...if you want to know that feeling, try it yourself." With that, he slumped back in his seat and dozed off.

I could only drift off to sleep as well.

When I woke up again, it was already daylight; I must have been awakened by the morning air. I saw that Qin
Gang had somehow gotten asleep on the steering wheel; he must have woken up and then gone back to sleep. I found
half a pack of cigarettes in the car, took a drag, and started smoking, still thinking about what Qin Gang had said last night.

Qin Gangfang woke up from the smell of cigarettes, quickly lit one, took a deep drag, and said, "
I was drunk yesterday!"

I chuckled and said, "People speak the truth when they're drunk!"

He didn't say anything, just stared blankly ahead. I patted him as he got out of the car, got into my own, started
the engine, and drove out of the alley. He started his car and followed behind me. When we passed a lake next to an open park,
I stopped the car; we used to play here often when we were kids. We went straight to the railing outside the lake and
continued smoking.

"How did you do that? When did you start?" I broke the silence first.

Qin Gang exhaled a puff of smoke, then threw the cigarette butt heavily into the lake, saying, "It's been almost two years. It
was
after that bastard (Aunt Fei's husband from her brief second marriage) cheated on her with another woman and beat her at home. That night, I beat him up badly in the parking lot. He called the police, and I was detained for seven days. Then
they divorced. The night I got out of detention, my mother couldn't sleep, so I went to keep her company, and then we did
it. We don't know why, it just happened naturally."

I also threw away my cigarette, patted his shoulder, and asked, "Was it... particularly good?"

"The first time I came right after I put it in, I was so excited... I was afraid I'd lose the chance and never have it again, so
I didn't pull out, and I came again very quickly. The second time it lasted longer, and I could feel that she was also very aroused. The third
time was in the bathroom. She went to shower, and I followed her in. We were drying each other, and I got aroused again, so I leaned
her against the wall and did it..."

"And now?"

"Now it's normal! I love her, and she loves me. She's a mother and a wife."

I punched him hard and said, "You're so damn lucky! When will I get my turn?!"

He punched me back and said, "Keep trying! I wish you success soon!"

"So, tell me about your experience?"

He smiled and said a lot, some useful and some not. I listened and remembered the useful parts.

Finally, he said, "The main thing is one word: love!"

I nodded and walked towards the car.
After a brief meeting with Qin Gang at the snack street, my restless heart was even more turbulent. After
two days myself, I first went to the bookstore and bought several psychology books, mainly Freud's
works on taboo relationships, and also some modified versions of Oedipus
complex (including the famous essay "On the Feasibility and Necessity of Mother-Son Sexual Relationships")
. I placed these books in a prominent position at home and often read them in front of my mother.

I observed carefully and concluded that my mother, out of concern for what I was interested in, had also read through
those books, but she didn't express anything, nor did her attitude change significantly. Even when I shamelessly
tried to be overly affectionate, she would still push me away, half-angrily, half-scolding. I could only manage a light kiss on her mature, radiant
face. Besides this, to better please my mother, I worked
diligently , humbly asking questions and learning from others. My progress and achievements were quite gratifying, and I successfully secured a
large client that the company had previously found difficult to deal with. For this, I received praise from my mother and supervisors at the company's weekly Thursday meeting
.

That evening, when we got back to the restaurant for dinner, I asked my mother, "My dear (I started calling you that a few days ago), I was thinking that
your son has finally achieved a small success. Should we open a bottle of wine to celebrate?"

My mother scolded me a little for calling me "my dear," but she couldn't resist my insistence on doing so. She
nodded at my suggestion and said, "Yes, we should celebrate. Go get the wine, the one on the far left of the top shelf!"

I obeyed and brought the wine and glasses. After uncorking the bottle, I poured a good glass for my mother and then
one The pure burgundy shimmered slightly under the light and the reflection of the glass, and the aroma was irresistible.
I could imagine that this was a very good French pure wine. While it might not be the finest, it was certainly above average.

"Come on, beautiful lady, let's drink this!" We clinked glasses and took a big gulp.

My mother only took a small sip politely and said to me, "You're not drinking red wine, you're like a bandit drinking from a big
bowl!"

I paused for a moment and then smiled back, "Does the beautiful lady like a more gentlemanly man? Then I'll try to be a
gentleman ! Please, beautiful lady!" As I spoke, I picked up a piece of her favorite mushroom and brought it to her lips, but she stopped me with her chopsticks
. I said, "Please, just eat it, otherwise I won't eat it!" My mother smiled helplessly and opened her mouth to
eat .

Then I drank heartily and tried my best to please the "beauty," but when I poured
her another glass, she seriously refused, saying she had to go online to talk to a client later. I had no choice but
to give up. Perhaps the wine was too good, or perhaps I was a little too excited today, but I drank four glasses in a row, and only
stopped when there was a little left in the bottle. I didn't expect the wine to be so potent. After eating, I lay on the sofa watching TV and realized that the alcohol was taking effect
, and I was drowsy.

In my half-drunk, half-awake state, I heard my mother calling me and telling me to go back to my room to sleep. I opened my sleepy eyes and struggled to my feet, my wings
a little unsteady. My mother quickly helped me up, and I hugged her tightly. "Beautiful mother, I want to sleep with you! I want
to sleep with you!"

"You've had too much to drink. I told you to drink less and you wouldn't listen! Get up and go to sleep!"

My mother half-carried, half-supported me as we walked up the stairs. My bedroom was on the third floor, and my mother's was on the second. It was no easy feat to finally reach
the second floor. My mother, panting heavily, was supporting me, this drunkard who kept rubbing against her neck and waist. Getting me up to
the third floor hadn't been easy.

"Beautiful mother, I'll sleep here, with you!" I pointed to my mother's bedroom door.

My mother thought for a moment and said, "Alright, then I'll sleep on the third floor!"

I took the opportunity to be cheeky and said, "If you don't want to sleep with me, then I'll go back to the third floor..."

My mother was too weak to drag me, so she could only glare at me reproachfully and say, "Fine! You sleep, sleep, sleep!"
She helped me into her bedroom.

I threw myself onto the bed, and my mother helped me take off my socks and pulled down my pants. I then haphazardly took off my
shirt . My mother bent down to pick up the clothes she had taken off, intending to throw them into the laundry room, but I grabbed her and pushed her down onto
the blanket. "Beautiful mother, sleep!" I said, and began to kiss my mother's face and neck haphazardly, while my hands restlessly
grabbed and kneaded her breasts.

My mother frantically pushed my face and hands away, "Xiao'er, let go! You've had too much to drink, let go... I
'm your mother! Don't..." Before she could finish her sentence, I seized the opportunity and covered her lips with mine.
Because she was speaking with her mouth open, I easily slipped my tongue into her mouth and greedily sucked on her
little tongue.

My mother had been pushing my hands away from her chest with both hands, but now she could only struggle to pull her hands back and
forcefully push my head away. I was determined not to let go, no matter how much my mother struggled, while my
unguarded hand quickly occupied her chest, easily slipping inside the top of her robe, pushing off her
bra and fastening it to her alluring breasts. My mother's breasts weren't large, but they were quite ample, of moderate size, and well-maintained.
Well-nourished, it remained plump and firm, easily held in one hand.

I felt a rush of heat to my head, but this feeling was quickly
masked by a sharp pain on my tongue. The pain was unbearable; I cried out and released my mouth, instinctively withdrawing my hand. It turned out my mother
had bitten my tongue in a moment of panic. My mother looked at me with a mixture of surprise, fear, and worry as
I clutched my mouth and cried out in pain. After a brief pause, she immediately jumped out of bed and went out the door. I knew she was going to sleep on the third floor.

By this time, I was mostly sober. Recalling what had just happened, I patted my forehead and buried myself back
under the covers. I slept in an extremely uncomfortable position until the early hours of the morning. When I woke up, I stared blankly at the ceiling for a while
before jumping out of bed. Seeing I wasn't wearing pajamas, I carefully went up to the third floor. I took a shower, put on
my pajamas and came out again, hesitating whether to go back to the second floor or check on my mother.

Finally, I quietly pushed open the bedroom door on the third floor. In the dim light of the living room, I saw my mother lying on her side
under the covers with her back to the door, breathing evenly. I breathed a sigh of relief, stood at the door for a moment, then walked to the bedside, gently
climbed in , and slipped under the covers, lying flat beside my mother. Her warm body heat, with each breath
, traveled through her back to my arm, rising and falling, so close yet so far. The feeling was strange, just like the emotional
relationship between us now—indescribable. I rolled over and hugged my mother from behind, burying my head in the back of her neck,
lying quietly. My mother stirred, as if waking up.

"Mom, I'm sorry..."

My mother let out a long sigh, moved her hand, then took my hand that was wrapped around her waist, opened my palm,
and then used her other hand to trace words on my palm. I understood that she was writing. When I was very little, I often
played with her like this, and for a time I enjoyed it immensely. Over time, I was able to use this method for simple
communication. I carefully felt what she was writing, and then I wrote my reply in her palm.

"Is it because of Mom? Does your tongue still hurt?"

"A little, but it's okay!"

"Why did you do this? Didn't I tell you before I sent you abroad?"

"I don't know! I just love Mom! I can't control my heart!"

"No! We're mother and son."

"But I love you! No one loves you more than me!"

"Not all love is the same!"

"My love is different from other sons'! I believe you understand!"

"What good is love? We can't be together. We're mother and son."

"Mother and son can be together! Haven't you read about it in books? Such relationships do exist."

"Those are just in books, maybe only in legends."

"No! We have relationships like that around us!" "

Nonsense!"

"Really, Aunt Fei and Qin Gang are like that."

"..." At this point, the mother suddenly seemed to freeze.

After a while, I heard her speak to me: "You're not talking nonsense, are you? How could that be? Don't overthink it
! You're all grown up now, it's time to find a girlfriend. Once you have a good girl, you won't think like that anymore."

I quickly said, "It's true! I'm not talking nonsense, Qin Gang told me himself!"

"You guys... you're just making things up! Who would believe that?"

"I believe you! Beautiful lady, if I can prove all of this, will you accept me?" "

Nonsense! Stop indulging in your delusions, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll have to take you to see a psychologist
!"

"No! I swear to God, everything I said is true!..."

"Alright, no one listens to your nonsense, not even the heavens hear your vows!" My mother said, pushing me away and getting out of bed.
As she left, she said, "I'm not going to talk nonsense with you anymore. Go to sleep!"

I replied, "I'll produce evidence to show you. I'm telling the truth.
There are plenty of ! You just wait!"

Lying in bed, I reflected on my mother's reaction. It seemed she wasn't as averse to forbidden love as before,
or perhaps the opinions printed from books and the internet had some effect. However, she still could
n't accept this relationship herself. The best way to get her to open up was to show her real-life examples,
and Aunt Fei and Qin Gang were the perfect candidates. But how could I get them to prove it? Ask my mother
? That was impossible.

Ask Aunt Fei and Qin Gang to speak for me? That didn't seem to work either; this kind of relationship was best kept secret.
So there was only one way—to film them together. But how? Let Qin Gang film it himself?
Knowing him as I do, if I told him, he wouldn't film it and would definitely beat me up. As for Aunt Fei, that was
out of the question. I racked my brains until dawn, and there was only one way: to secretly film it myself! Having made up my mind, I started to plan
carefully .

The next day at noon, I took a day off and drove straight to Taichung. I was going to find Old Han,
a . Old Han had also been injured in that exercise, losing an eye, and then retired
. With the government's support, he ran a military supplies store. Old Han's shop was well-stocked and professional
; you could say it had everything except weapons.

I bought some fruit and the tea Old Han liked to drink.
When we met, we naturally exchanged pleasantries. My visit to see Old Han wasn't without reason; I was bound to come sooner or later. But I had another, more
important matter to attend to: I needed to find a military-grade wireless receiver/camera. These things are hard to come by; it's easy to get
the average , but the really good ones are rare. However, I knew Old Han must have them.

I spent some time with Old Han over tea, and then, while other customers were browsing the shop, I got up and looked around.
I didn't find anything I liked, but I still picked out a pair of binoculars. I asked Old Han how much they cost, and he chuckled
and said they were a freebie. I grinned and put them in my bag. As I pretended to leave, I suddenly asked him if he had any hidden cameras
. Old Han thought for a moment and said he did have one, but it was a bit expensive, so he didn't display it openly. He then rummaged through the shelf
for a while and took down a small box.

He asked me what I needed it for.

I already had an excuse in mind and told him I was looking for it for a friend who studies animals; he wanted to use it to film animals in the forest.

He nodded and said it was a good thing. It could install multiple hidden cameras at the same time and transmit
video with very high resolution. By plugging a wireless receiver with the set frequency into the computer's USB port, you could
watch high-definition images. However, since it was not a satellite signal receiver, the receiving distance was limited and could not exceed
50 meters.

I was thrilled and asked how much it cost.

Old Han said, "If you're using it, it's a gift. If someone else is using it..."

I explained that I understood and immediately took out 50,000 NTD in cash from my bag and gave it to him. He immediately returned 20,000 NTD to me.

I thanked him profusely, then asked how to use it before packing up and leaving.

That evening after work, I said goodbye to my mother and went to Aunt Fei's house. Qin Gang was a little surprised but also
quite happy to see me at his house, while Aunt Fei busied herself buying groceries and cooking. I talked to Qin Gang while looking around
their house. It was their new house after I left Taipei, a comfortable and spacious three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment.

Qin Gang helped Aunt Fei in the kitchen, and I saw that the mother and son worked together seamlessly, their
eyes filled with love for each other. I left the kitchen and looked around the bedrooms. One guest room was
very tidy, clearly someone lived there. Diagonally opposite the guest room was Qin Gang's bedroom. I went in and looked around
; I could tell it wasn't used much.

I passed through another small living room and opened Aunt Fei's bedroom. I immediately saw two large pillows on the bed. I
smiled knowingly. Seeing the mother and son still busy at work, oblivious to everything, I immediately opened my
bag and took out three specially made, disguised hidden cameras with tiny buttons and two sound receivers.

Upon entering Aunt Fei's bedroom, I found three cameras. One was glued to the lampshade on the ceiling, so small it
was hard . The second was hidden in the gap of the wardrobe beside the bed, even more difficult to see. Finally,
one was stuck to the clothes hanger facing the bed. A sound receiver disguised as a playing card was tucked under the blanket. After
setting it up , I felt a little nervous and excited.

That evening, I enjoyed a hearty meal thanks to the warm hospitality of Aunt Fei and her son, and unsurprisingly, Aunt Fei insisted I stay
. She said she hadn't visited in years, and since it was the weekend, I should stay for a couple of days
and then go back on Sunday. I was more than happy to oblige.

That night, as I went to sleep, I saw Qin Gang return to his own bedroom. I lay in bed unable to sleep, waiting for Qin Gang
to open the door, but nothing came. Disappointed, I finally fell asleep just before dawn. The next day, Qin
Gang spent the day at his auto repair shop, and then returned to his house. During dinner,
while the mother and son were busy serving the dishes, I secretly dissolved a piece of Viagra I had prepared beforehand into Qin Gang's soup bowl…

That night, I pretended to be tired, turned off the lights early, and went to bed, waiting for the show to begin. Not long after I turned off the lights, I heard
the door open to Qin Gang's room. I waited a moment, then got up, turned on my laptop, plugged in the USB receiver
, and put on my headphones. The computer screen was completely black; only a faint light allowed me to identify it as Aunt Fei's
room —the light coming in from the large window behind the curtains. A clear whisper came through the earphone.
I opened the screen recording software on my computer as well; my most important
purpose .

"Xiaoxiao's here, what brings you here..."

"It's nothing, he's already asleep."

"Don't let them find out..."

What followed was a series of kisses, followed by increasingly heavy breathing.

I stared intently at the screen, and could make out a tangled body writhing in the darkness. My
breathing became heavy, and I felt inexplicably excited. I had watched countless pornographic films, but none had aroused me like this. I
was very curious about what the usually elegant Aunt Fei's state was like when her son, Qin Gang, was fucking her! The tangled bodies became more and more
intense, and I heard a soft moan from a woman's throat. I began to hate the darkness again; it prevented me
from seeing this real, unfolding love scene.

"Uh... um... ah..."

The man's heavy breathing and the woman's suppressed moans were incredibly arousing.

"Ah!" A loud groan came through the earpiece.

This was clearly a sign that the woman was approaching climax.

Then, a scene that delighted me appeared; the screen lit up. Someone had turned on the bedside lamp.
I saw two naked bodies leaning against each other, one on top of the other, one prone and one prone, lying on the headboard. The one on top was none other than Qin Gang
. A pair of smooth, full legs were wrapped around his waist; they were undoubtedly Aunt Fei's legs.

I shifted the camera to another angle and saw Aunt Fei's
face, flushed with a mixture of shyness and desire, bathed in the dim light. Her two erect breasts stood proudly, their white flesh bulging proudly. Just as I was wondering if they were done so quickly
—Qin Gang was so incompetent—I saw him reach into the bedside table and pull something out. He then hurriedly but carefully
tore at it with his hand. I immediately realized he was getting a condom; the real show was just beginning.

Qin Gang quickly put the condom on his erect penis. I thought to myself that this guy
's penis seemed pretty good—thick and hard, no worse than mine. Maybe it was thanks to my Viagra, haha!

Qin Gang leaned down again, his mouth taking one of Aunt Fei's nipples into his mouth, his hands
roaming between her plump buttocks and inner thighs. The brief respite of her heavy breathing and moans instantly returned. After kissing her for a moment, Qin Gang straightened up, knelt down
, and, with one hand supporting Aunt Fei's knees, guided his erect penis to her vulva
, then slowly thrust his hips forward.

I saw Aunt Fei grip the sheet with one hand and place the other to her mouth, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

She let out a soft "Ah, um!" as Qin Gang's penis slowly entered her.

I couldn't resist reaching down to my crotch and stroking my erect penis.

My eyes were fixed on the mother and son in the scene, who were actually having sex.

The son, Qin Gang, began by gently pulling and quickly
thrusting . Each thrust elicited an excited moan from her, followed by
a loud "smack" as his hips slapped against her buttocks. This repeated dozens of times, until Fang Fei's excited
moans became increasingly loud, her head occasionally tilting back.

Qin Gang then supported his mother's ample buttocks with his hands, moving her back slightly. He then placed her legs on his
shoulders , leaning forward and supporting himself on the bed. This
position, with his hands on the bed, allowed him to raise his mother's buttocks, making the entrance to her vagina more suitable for his thrusting.

"Fei, I'm here." Qin Gang said, smoothing his mother's hair with one hand,
then starting his motor-like hips, rising and falling rapidly. A hard penis appeared and disappeared,
moving in and out of his mother's honey hole like a machine piston.

"Ah...ah...um...uh ah..."

"Slap! Slap!..."

The creaking of the large bed also rang out. Was this a symphony of lovemaking?

Fang Fei's hands, which had been gripping the sheets, were now wrapped around her son's neck. Her face, usually so dignified,
was contorted with excitement, her fair neck arching back repeatedly. Suddenly, during one of his thrusts, Qin Gang's penis slipped
from his mother's vagina. He had to use his hands to readjust it and forcefully insert it all the way in. Fang Fei, beneath him,
involuntarily arched her back slightly before falling back onto the bed.

Seeing his mother's reaction, Qin Gang repeated the process, pulling his penis all the way to her vulva and
then thrusting it in forcefully. This method worked every time, until Fang Fei suddenly let out a high-pitched moan, released her hands, and her body trembled
slightly. The son had brought his mother to the climax of pleasure. Qin Gang lowered his mother's legs and knelt down,
wiping the damp sweat from her face, gently kissing her cheeks and lips, his large hand
kneading .

As his mother's ecstatic moans rose again, the son mounted her once more. He lay on his side, embracing her tightly from
behind , his thighs pressed against her buttocks, his penis entering her from below, thrusting slowly and steadily
, his hands gently caressing her breasts. His mother pulled her legs inward, thrusting her hips back as far as she could, welcoming
her son's thrusts. The son thrust in hard, whispering in his mother's ear, "Fei, does it feel good?"

The mother responded with a slightly shy moan, "Ah!"

After a tender moment of lingering affection, the son was about to unleash his power again. He knelt up behind his mother's buttocks, which were bent to the side
, and thrust his penis into her from the side and rear, fucking
her in a "doggy style" position.

This kneeling, side-lying, leg-bent position is my favorite. Countless times I've dreamt of
fucking my mother in this position. But now, Qin Gang is enacting a scene from my dreams in reality. Besides
envy, I feel an even stronger lust. My hand, stroking my erection, quickens, and with a cry, I
ejaculate .

In the scene, the son is also getting excited, shouting and thrusting his penis wildly. The mother, who was lying on her side, is now lying diagonally
, her hands supporting her on the bed, her body
swaying . Suddenly, the son cried out and thrust his penis deep into his mother's honey pot for the last time...
If I went to Qin Gang's house full of anticipation, I left with a sense of smug satisfaction. I
slung the backpack I had brought over my shoulder and left the neighborhood with Aunt Fei and Qin Gang seeing me off.
Besides contained a fascinating
video file.

I had saved the passionate lovemaking between Aunt Fei and my son Qin Gang from the previous night onto a USB drive. I was going to take it
home and find a suitable time to "open the eyes" of my beautiful mother, to let her know that there are many
things in this world she doesn't know, and perhaps many secrets are hidden around her, secrets that could change her outlook on life and
the world.

In a good mood, I drove slowly, occasionally glancing at the scenery on both sides of the road. Passing a
flower shop, I impulsively stopped, went inside, and without hesitation bought a large bouquet of red roses. Then
I drove home, singing all the way. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the house was quiet. The slanting sunlight filtered through the treetops and
through the large glass windows of the living room, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

"I'm home! Where are you, beautiful mother?"

I went up to the study on the second floor and saw my mother busy at the computer. Seeing me come in, before
she could say anything, a large bouquet of red roses was presented to her.

"Oh dear! Why did you buy flowers?" My mother scolded, but she still took the flowers,
smelled them, and placed them on the windowsill. Then she turned to me and asked, "Who buys roses for their own mother? What a mess!"

"Mom! I want to buy them! From now on, I am not only your son, but also your loyal suitor
. I want to seriously pursue my beautiful mother!" I said earnestly.

My mother shook her head helplessly.

"Beautiful mother, I love you!"

My mother raised her hand as if to hit me, so I quickly ran away, went up to the third floor, threw my bag onto my bed, turned on the desktop computer in
the bedroom , plugged in a USB drive, inserted a high-quality empty disc, opened the software,
and typed a few keys. I was going to record the passionate scene between Qin Gang and his mother, Aunt Fei, from last night. After the computer started working,
I went into the bathroom.

After I finished showering, the disc was finished recording. I tested it, and the effect was good. The picture from various angles was quite clear
. I had prepared the video file last night, cutting off a dark section of the video, leaving only a few seconds. The scene was about
10 seconds in when Qin Gang put on a condom and prepared to officially insert his penis into his mother's body.

I took out the disc with satisfaction and went downstairs to my mother's study. I made her a cup of coffee,
then stood behind her chair and gently massaged her shoulders. "Beautiful mom, why are you doing
all this on the weekend? Can't you rest a bit?"

Perhaps she had been sitting for a long time, and my massage was very comfortable. My mother enjoyed it and let me massage her. I
learned this shoulder massage technique from her, a health expert. She said, "Someone called earlier and needed this urgently.
" As she spoke, she moved the mouse to send the document to her email and then tried to stand up.

I quickly pressed her down and said, "Beautiful mom, don't move. Let me give you a proper massage and show you my technique!"

My mother smiled and sat back down happily. I lowered the automatically adjustable chair a little and began to carefully
massage her shoulders and neck. Massage is also an important part of traditional Chinese medicine health preservation, and my mother is an expert in this field.
So, as I massaged her, I listened to her explain the principles. We talked more and more, and the conversation drifted further and further away. We talked about massage to treat cervical
spondylosis, and before we knew it, we were talking about skin care, and from skin care, we drifted to other things.

I suddenly blurted out, "I heard that women's skincare includes intimate area care. Does your spa
offer that?"

My mother was amused by my question but didn't know how to answer for a moment: "Who told you that?"

"Ha, it's all over the TV commercials now. Why would I need to know? People at work have mentioned it in conversations."

"Yes, it is, but not that common. As living standards improve and society progresses, people's awareness of skincare
naturally follows suit in all aspects."

I smiled mischievously and asked, "So, beautiful lady, do you take care of that area too?"

But the answer I got was my mother raising her hand and slapping my hand: "You, as a son
, ask all sorts of questions. It's not right!"

I chuckled and continued massaging, thinking that my mother must have tried those skincare products herself.

My gaze fell on the calendar on the table. Looking at the date, it was September. Suddenly, I remembered something: "Beautiful lady
, next Friday is your birthday!"

"Hmm," she nodded casually.

"Then we should celebrate properly!"

"Celebrate what? Don't tell anyone at the company! I already told everyone my birthday was a long time ago."

"Oh, then we should celebrate properly at home! Don't worry about things at home, I'll pick out a nice gift for
you!"

"You, just don't mess around with me, that's the best gift." My mind was already on how to celebrate my mother's
birthday .

That night before bed, I chatted with Qin Gang online.

I mischievously asked him: "How's it going, buddy? These past two days at your house, pretending that no
one , have you been feeling really stifled? Has your little brother protested?

" Qin Gang: "Hehe, I have strong self-control."

Me: Get lost! You slept at Aunt Fei's place yesterday, thinking I didn't know.

Qin Gang: You little bastard! You were eavesdropping. (Sent a murderous emoji)

Me: No, I just went to the bathroom and saw your door wasn't closed properly, so I peeked in, but you weren't there!

I didn't dare tell the truth, knowing I was in the wrong.

Qin Gang: Oh. How are things between you and Aunt Xiaolin?

Me: Still the same. Next week is her birthday, and she said she doesn't want to bother her friends or anything, so I'm planning to celebrate it myself.

Qin Gang: That's good! You got a chance to shine. Do your best. (A mischievous emoji)

Me: I have a question for you, not a joke, answer seriously. Is your Aunt Fei's private area pretty?

Qin Gang: Where?

Me: Right there! I heard that people pay attention to maintaining their private parts now.

Qin Gang: Oh, I think so. You'll see when you succeed.

Me: Hey, are you always really good? How would you rate it out of 10?

Qin Gang: Definitely over 9.

Me: You're kidding! How many times a week? Qin Gang: About three times a week. For mature women like them, quality is more important than
quantity, understand? And we love each other, it's not just about sex, understand? You have to respect her feelings.

Me: I don't need you to teach me, I've been there!

I thought about Qin Gang's techniques when he was having sex with his mother last night, and sighed that I lacked experience.
When I wanted to ask him something else, he said he was going to sleep and went offline. In the following days, besides being busy with work every day, I would think about my mother's birthday whenever I had
time .

Finally, another Friday arrived. After lunch, I checked my work schedule and saw nothing important, so I skipped lunch at
the company and went home. Once home, I started decorating. I called
the part-time worker I'd arranged beforehand. First, I placed 99 carnations, then 999 red roses, and then strung up various
fairy lights and ribbons, adjusting everything one by one. During this time, a worker asked me whose birthday it was, given the carnations and
roses. I said it was my girlfriend's and my mother's birthday.

Evening approached, and I waited anxiously for my mother to return, but it was well past her closing time and she hadn't
shown up. I couldn't help but call her. She said on the phone that she had a friend's invitation to a social event and couldn't refuse, and wouldn't be back
for a while . I was a little disappointed and asked if the person was male or female; she didn't answer and hung up.

I sat on the sofa, feeling depressed for a while, then called her again to ask where she was. I said I'd come over.

She gave me an address and then said not to come, she'd be back right away.

I didn't listen to her, went out, got in my car, and drove straight to the place she'd mentioned.

It was a four-star hotel. I parked the car, wondering where to look, when I saw my mother and a middle-aged man
come out of the door. I stayed in the car, watching them. The man had a round face, and
a black mole on his left cheek—disgusting! When my mother shook hands to say goodbye, the man held onto her hand tightly, refusing to let go, and even tried to
hug her.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I pushed open the car door, got out, and called out my mother's name: "Zhou Xiaolin!"

They both turned to look at me. I went over, pushed the man away, and pulled my mother towards the car.

"Who was that person?"

"Xiaoxiao, how could you be so rude!"

"I'm asking you who that man is?"

"A TV program sponsor, we've worked together before..."

"Hmph, ill intentions! Don't associate with him anymore! Go home!"

My mother forcefully shook off my hand: "What are you doing?"

"Do you know I've been busy at home all afternoon waiting for you to come home for your birthday! And you..."

I was a little emotional, and my mother was stunned.

I turned around, ran to my car, started the engine, and drove away.

I saw my mother's car parked next to me when I came, so naturally I would drive back. But after walking for a while, I
gradually calmed down and realized that I had gone a bit too far. Thinking of this, my thoughts returned to
the decorations .

When I got home, I turned off all the lights in the living room, waiting to surprise my mother. I heard the sound of
a key being inserted into the lock, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open. At that moment, I immediately pressed the switches on all the background lights,
and instantly, a dazzling array of colorful lights illuminated the room. A few meters away from the living room door, a wall covered in lights
displayed two lines of text in colorful lights: "Happy Birthday, Mom" on the left and "Zhou Xiaolin, I love you" on the right. Above them
was a banner that read: "Forever and ever." Below the wall of lights was a table with a large cake on it, with
nine candles on it.

My mother gasped and froze at the doorway, only releasing her grip on the doorknob after a long pause, her
bag falling to the floor. Just then, "Happy Birthday" started playing from the speakers. I rushed over and hugged her tightly, saying
, "Happy Birthday!"

My mother hugged me back warmly and emotionally, saying excitedly, "Thank you, son!" She even tilted her
head up and kissed my chin. I immediately returned the kiss with a passionate one, kissing her from her forehead to her cheeks, finally capturing
her red lips. My mother struggled slightly, but I held her lips firmly in my kiss.

Perhaps feeling a little guilty for not coming home sooner, and also moved by the atmosphere, my mother gave up
struggling, letting me kiss her, and gradually began to respond to my passionate kisses. My breathing quickened, and my
hands, which had been wrapped around my mother's waist, began to wander restlessly downwards. One hand gently caressed her ample buttocks, encased in her dress,
while the other slowly grasped the hem of her skirt, seeking something deeper.

Just as my hand slipped under her skirt and touched her shapely thigh, my mother jolted awake as if from a dream, pushing me away abruptly
. In the lamplight, her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily. We stared at each other like that.
Ten seconds passed quickly. Finally, she shyly straightened her clothes and walked towards the cake. I reacted and quickly took out
a lighter to light the candles: "Make a wish

and blow out the candles!" My mother put her hands together, made a wish, and then blew out the candles. I handed her the knife to cut the cake. My mother cut a piece
and held it to my mouth first, but I insisted that she eat it first. She took a small bite and then handed it to me, which I swallowed in one bite. We
shared the cake like that. Suddenly, the music from the stereo turned on, changing to a romantic and warm melody. I asked my mother
to put down what she was holding, pulled her to the center of the room, took her hand with one hand, and placed the other on her waist,
gesturing for her to dance. She hesitated for a moment, then followed my steps and danced to the music.

"Mom, how long has it been since you danced?"

"It's been quite a few years. I don't feel like dancing when I have social engagements. It was back when your father was still alive."

"I'll dance with you from now on! I remember when I was little, Mom and Dad often danced here. From now on, I
'll be Dad's substitute! I'll take care of you and love you in his place!" I looked at my mother with deep emotion. A hint of shyness appeared on my mother's beautiful
face . If I had said this before, she would have given me a reproachful look.

I slowly leaned my head against my mother's head, and finally embraced her.

We danced tenderly to the music...

I slowly raised my head, caressing my mother's beautiful face with my hand, my lips slowly moving towards her fragrant lips
. She, too, was moved by my emotions, closing her eyes and awaiting my kiss! Our four passionate lips met
, releasing our love freely. At that moment, all worries and anxieties vanished. My mother's hands tightly
embraced my back, and my large hands again traced her full hips before slipping under her skirt. The smooth, delicate feel of her beautiful legs
was maddening, like an aphrodisiac that instantly surged my male hormones throughout my body.

I went mad. My lips, capable of melting everything at that moment, traced from my mother's lips to her jade-like neck,
thirstily sucking every inch of her parched skin.

I heard my mother's heavy, soft moans! I felt her growing hot! Her firm breasts
heaved violently, guiding my lips towards them. My hands greedily slid between her legs, grasping and kneading her plump
inner thighs, finally landing on that mysterious mound, where a rising, moist desire was also stirring.
I couldn't wait to explore the deepest secret.

But the passion, like a spring dream, came to an abrupt end once again! My mother grabbed my hand again,
one skirt, and the music had stopped sometime earlier.
At that moment, my mother and I met eyes. My gaze was full of longing, while hers held a hint of
grievance and pleading. My heart melted instantly. Her eyes pained me; I shouldn't have pressured
her like that! I withdrew my hand from under her skirt and embraced her again. Tears streamed down our faces.

After a while, my mother gently got up, wiped the tears from my eyes, and smiled through her sobs,
comforting me just like when I was little, saying, "Xiaoxiao, don't cry!" I wiped away her tears in return.

"Thank you, Xiaoxiao! I haven't had such a wonderful birthday in years! Come on, let's tidy up and go to bed!"

I nodded and silently followed her as we cleaned the living room. Then we went upstairs together.

At the top of the stairs between the second and third floors, I took a thin paper bag, about the size of my palm, from my pocket and handed it to my mother,
saying, "Beautiful Mom, I have a special gift for you. Don't open it yet; look at it before you go to sleep."

She took it and walked towards her bedroom with a suspicious look.

I nervously returned to the third floor.

Inside the small paper bag was the video I had saved and burned—the one I had secretly filmed that day, showing Aunt Fei and her son Qin Gang
in a embrace.
My heart was filled with trepidation and anticipation as I returned to the third floor. I quickly took a shower, grabbed
my it against the headboard, plugged in the wireless receiver for the secret filming, and eagerly turned on the computer, afraid
that if I turned it on any later I would miss something. The screen showed the scene from my mother's room. In the afternoon, I
attached a camera to the side of the TV opposite my mother's bed. I didn't intend to spy on her, so one external
camera was enough; I didn't even put in a microphone. I just wanted to know how my mother would
react after seeing the video. This was very important to me; my mother's reaction would measure how far I was from happiness.

In the video, the bright ceiling light in my mother's bedroom was on. My mother wasn't in the room at the moment; she was probably still taking a shower. On the closed laptop on
the bedside table was the "gift" I had just given her. After waiting for nearly 10 minutes,
my mother appeared in the bedroom wearing a red, low-cut, knee-length spaghetti-strap nightgown. She turned on the bedside lamp first,
then turned off the overhead light, instantly bathing the room in a dim, pinkish light.

She leaned against the headboard, pulled the covers over herself, glanced at the things on the bedside table, reached for my "gift,"
poured the disc out of the small paper bag, examined it, then picked up the laptop from the bedside table, turned it on, and inserted
the disc into the CD drive. The light from the computer screen illuminated my mother's beautiful face. My
heart began to race, and I watched everything on the screen with a touch of nervousness.

My mother's expression suddenly turned to one of surprise. One hand unconsciously went to her mouth, and after about ten seconds
, she abruptly closed the computer. The light from her chest to her head dimmed again. The pink
light from the bedside lamp only allowed me to clearly see the space from the bed to about her chest; I couldn't make out her expression. I only
saw her pause for a moment, then run her hand through her hair, and then slowly lift the computer again, her face full of
surprise , her eyes wide open, her right index finger to her lips, looking utterly bewildered.

About three minutes later, my mother suddenly seemed to wake from a dream, frantically taking out the disc and shutting down
the computer . She placed the disc on the bedside table, then threw it to the floor, finally getting out of bed to retrieve it and putting it
in the drawer. I saw her breathing become slightly rapid. She smoothed her hair behind her back with both hands, then placed her hands on
her cheeks lowered her head, and sat silently for a while before turning off the light and lying down.

The room fell dark, with only a sliver of daylight filtering in from the window to identify my mother's body lying in
bed . I silently stared at the equally dark computer screen, and I saw my mother
change her sleeping position three times in a few minutes.

I turned off the computer, turned off the light, and sat silently in the darkness, trying to lie down several times, but I
couldn't fall asleep at all. I don't know how much time passed, but I picked up the clock on the bedside table, pressed the night mode button, and
it showed that it was almost 1 a.m., but I still couldn't fall asleep peacefully, and there was an indescribable emptiness in my heart.
A strange mix of emptiness and tension made it impossible to fall asleep.

I wondered if my mother felt the same way. Suddenly, I had an urge to check on her. I
sat up abruptly, jumped onto the carpet, and tiptoed downstairs to the second floor. With the utmost care, I turned the doorknob and opened
the door to my mother's bedroom. The familiar, faint scent of jasmine filled my nostrils. The room was quiet; I could hear my mother's soft
breathing.

I stood at the doorway, hesitating for a few minutes before finally entering. I gently closed the door behind me and
stood by the bed in the darkness for a while, until my eyes had adjusted. From the faint light
filtering tell that my mother was lying on her side, the soft blanket clinging to her body
, outlining the alluring curves of a mature woman. I was mesmerized. I gently climbed into bed, snuggled under
the covers, and pressed myself against her, embracing her beautiful body from behind. A
feeling of profound peace washed over me, and I longed to stay there, holding her, and fall asleep.

But after a while, the restless thoughts in my body started acting up again.
The thing between my legs, pressed against my mother's buttocks, gradually rose, and the feeling of it pitching against my underwear was unbearable. I had to reach down to try and put it
flat against my lower abdomen for a more comfortable position, but once my hand was on the head of that little thing, I couldn't bear to let go, and involuntarily began
to stroke and caress it...

With the caressing, the gates of my lust opened wider and wider, my breathing became heavy, and my reason was gradually overwhelmed
by desire . I lay on my side behind my mother, my lower hand seeking pleasure between my legs,
while my upper hand restlessly went around her waist and touched her pair of full breasts, rubbing them through a soft nightgown
. At this moment, I no longer cared about what would happen if my mother woke up. There's a Chinese idiom, "desire is insatiable," and this
applies to humanity's most primal desires as well.

I reached under my mother's nightgown again, tracing her smooth thighs to her lower abdomen. My fingertips lifted
the edge of her panties, ready to slip inside, but a hand pressed down on her slightly protruding belly. I panicked,
suddenly realizing that my mother's breathing was already uneven, her chest heaving rapidly. She had been awake all along! Yes
, even the deepest sleeper would wake up if I disturbed her like this, let alone my mother, who probably hadn't
slept at all, just like me.

I tensed up slightly, like a thief caught red-handed, but sensing my mother's
state, I boldly freed my hand from hers and moved it up her abdomen to her breasts.
I pushed up her bra, freeing her full breasts to receive my gentle caresses
. My fingertips lightly brushed across the nipples, then I cupped one in my palm, kneading and caressing it, unleashing
all the experience I had accumulated over the past 20 years in treating this sacred object with reverence.

My mother's breathing quickened, and her body gently shifted in my arms. My other hand slipped under her neck
, invading the top of her low-cut nightgown to claim the other breast. My lips, burning with desire,
kissed my mother's neck and shoulders. Desire ignited between us, quickly escalating; the only
sound our increasingly heavy breathing.

My hand reached again towards the edge of her underwear below her abdomen, but was once again firmly pressed down by my alert
mother . I understood her meaning; she wouldn't let me disarm myself today. I
wrote "I understand" in her palm with my finger. Then I tore open my robe and pulled down my underwear,
my erection pressing against my mother's full buttocks.

I pushed my mother's nightgown up above her waist, shifted my hips slightly, and used my hand to insert my raging penis between
her thighs. I then used my hand to bring her bent legs together, thus enveloping my eager penis
in the triangle formed by her buttocks and thighs. I gently lifted and lowered my hips, and my penis began to thrust in and out. As it
rose, I could feel the warm, wet sensation emanating from the woman's private parts, separated only by her underwear.

While the pleasure of this simulated intercourse wasn't as intense as actual vaginal penetration, the stimulation
from more than made up for it. My hands
roamed over her body, caressing her breasts while exploring her shapely, well-proportioned thighs. My mother's heavy breathing began to be punctuated by occasional low moans, each
one enough to stimulate my nerves.

My hands, no longer content with her thighs, suddenly climbed up to the area covered by her panties,
caressing her almost greedily like a thirsty fish finding water again. My mother was struck by this sudden stimulation,
letting out an uncontrollable moan: "Ah..." She then tried to cover herself with her hands in a panic, but
my wrist was grabbed again.

I kissed my mother's earlobe while breathing heavily, whispering, "It's just outside," as I continued to
point there with my finger. Although my mother still held my wrist, she relaxed, allowing me to act boldly
there . My hands braced against the bed, and I increased the speed of my thrusts.

"Mmm, uh... ah." My mother's short, labored breaths and suppressed moans reached my ears. A wet, slippery
sensation came from my hands; it was the love fluid from my mother's soaked panties, which also coated
my penis, making the penetration smoother and the pleasure more intense.

I knelt up and gripped my mother's waist tightly, increasing the friction of my penis against her buttocks. Finally, an uncontrollable
tingling pleasure surged up my spine, and I quickly withdrew my penis, but it was too late; a spurt of semen
gushed out . I could only awkwardly let it finish spraying, then hurriedly turned on the bedside lamp to wipe my mother clean. Most of the sticky
clumps landed on her nightgown piled around her waist, and a few spots also stained the blanket in front of her.
I didn't know how to clean up the mess.

Thankfully, a moment after the light was on, my mother quietly got up, grabbed her nightgown, and ran to the bathroom. I quickly got
out of bed, rolled up the soiled blanket, took it to the laundry room, and changed it into a clean blanket
. After doing all that, I didn't know what to do again, sitting restlessly on the edge of the bed, naked. I
wanted to go to the bathroom, but my mother locked the door when I tried to open it. The bathroom and shower room here are combined; the bathroom is
on the outside , and the shower room is separated by a glass door inside.

My mother heard me open the door and said loudly from inside, "I want to be alone for a while. Go back upstairs!"

"...Mom, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Go back!"

I listened inside and could only hear the sound of running water.

After thinking for a moment, I turned around, grabbed my pajamas and underwear, and went back to the third floor.

I woke up the next day when the sun was high in the sky. Since it was the weekend, I hadn't set an alarm, but
usually my mother would knock on the door to urge me not to stay in bed. Today, she didn't. I thought for a moment, then hurriedly got up
and went straight to the second floor without putting on any clothes. My mother wasn't there. I went down to the first floor, but she wasn't there either. However, I found
a note she had left on the kitchen table. It said she had gone to the yoga studio and would be visiting a friend at Guangshan Nunnery in the suburbs that afternoon.

I knew that a very famous female abbess at that nunnery had been a friend of my father's when he was alive.
She had helped them when the nunnery was in dire need. After my father passed away, all the monks and nuns in the nunnery spontaneously held a seven-day
memorial service for him free of charge. So my mother later became friends with the old nun, visiting the temple every year to offer
incense and pray for peace. She said it wasn't superstition; seeking peace of mind was a form of psychological suggestion, and the monks' self-cultivation
was a way of maintaining health.

That day, I spent my time at home looking at some work documents and then just spacing out. At 3 pm
, I busied myself preparing dinner, cooking every kind of dish I'd learned in the past 20 years—just
four dishes and a soup—but it took me three hours. When my mother returned, it wasn't finished yet.
My mother seemed to be in good spirits, which put my mind at ease.

While changing her shoes, she asked, "Which way did the sun rise today?"

"From the west! Look, it's just risen!" We both laughed.

My mother's smile was so radiant and captivating; even the faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes added to her mature charm
. At the dinner table, I suggested having some wine, but my mother stopped me, telling me to sit down and eat, and that she had something to say to me. I
pretended to sit upright and listened to what my mother had to say.

My mother chuckled and said, "You seem different today. Have you learned your lesson?"

"Hehe, I've always been good, beautiful mother. What is it you want to say?"

"Really? Then will you listen to me?"

I saluted and said, "Yes!"

"Heh, I ran into an old friend on my way back today. We talked about you, and I asked her to find you a
girlfriend her tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow?"

"What, you don't agree? You just said you'd listen to me! Fine, forget I said anything, and you didn't say what you just said either
!" My mother angrily picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

I quickly said, "Okay...okay! I'll go. Don't be angry, it's not good to eat when you're angry."

My mother's anger turned to joy, and she gestured for me to eat quickly.

I was so depressed I had no appetite. I ate a quick meal and went back downstairs, feeling a wave of despondency. I
was already thinking about how to avoid it the next day when my mother came over and told me she had just spoken to someone again, arranged a meeting place
, and asked me to meet them at a tea restaurant at 3 pm the next day. I listlessly agreed.

I still couldn't think of a good plan. I considered asking Qin Gang for help, but then I thought he would laugh at me, so I
gave up decided that when I met them the next day, I should behave poorly and find an excuse to leave, so they
would naturally not like me.

The next afternoon, my mother carefully dressed me up, gave me several instructions, and sent me
out . Instead of going directly to the agreed-upon place, I first wandered around a nearby aquarium,
planning to return in half an hour later. I stared at my watch; time seemed to drag on…

Just as I realized it was almost time to go to the appointment, Qin Gang called to ask where I was.

I said I was wandering around.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment before telling me to go to his auto repair shop, saying that someone there was constantly
on the phone, and judging from the conversation, I might know this person.

I didn't quite understand what Qin Gang meant, and when I asked him, he stammered. I was getting angry and yelled into the phone
, "When did you become like this? A sissy?"

Qin Gang then said, "That guy knows Aunt Xiaolin, and he seems to have bad intentions. He kept
talking about Aunt Xiaolin on the phone, it's disgusting! I want to beat him up, and if you don't come, I'll do it myself!"

I was furious and yelled into the phone, "Leave him to me!"

After saying that, I went out, got in my car, and drove straight to Qin Gang's place. It wasn't far, and I arrived there 15 minutes later
. As soon as I got out of the car, a man wearing a white chef's uniform with a plaster on his face grabbed me. I looked
closely and realized it was Qin Gang.

I asked him why he was dressed like that.

He said it was his company, and if he wanted to hit someone, he should disguise himself first. He was wearing
the clothes , and asked if I wanted to change.

I said, "Change my ass! Where's the person you're talking about?"

Qin Gang pointed to a car repair shop not far away and said, "That's him, he's been talking for
almost half an hour."

I saw a man pacing back and forth outside the shop, talking on his phone. He looked familiar, and as I
got closer, I saw that he had a round face and a disgusting mole. It was the man who
had come out . I listened carefully to what he was saying.

Qin Gang quietly handed me a wrench.

"Hehe, Director Liu, once I've got that woman sorted out, I'll make sure you get your revenge after one round!
Hehe , Zhou Xiaolin is a real stunner, hasn't let anyone touch her in all these years, her crotch is probably still
red, haha!" The round-faced man chuckled lewdly. "If you have any good stuff, don't forget to share
it , haha! I just love this kind of taste. Young girls are boring, Zhou Xiaolin is just the right kind of girl, top-notch!
We brothers have the same taste..."

He stopped there, and my wrench struck his spine. Qin Gang kicked
him to the ground, but the guy was tough. He yelled and tried to get up, so I kicked him again and pounced on him, punching and
hammering him with the wrench.

"You fucking bastard, you filthy scumbag, I'll show you what you're capable of saying! I'll show you what you're capable of saying!"

If Qin Gang hadn't pulled me up and told me not to kill him, I really would have beaten him to death! Qin Gang
pulled me away quickly, got into his car on the side of the road, started the engine, and drove off the street. On the way, Qin Gang asked me to
drop him off; he needed to return the clothes and also check things out, since it was his territory. I nodded, let
him out of the car, still angry, having completely forgotten about meeting the person. I found a bar, downed
two bottles of liquor, and then left.

When I got in the car to go home, as I drove into the underground parking lot, the lights, which were usually on 24/7, were...
It wasn't lit, which I found strange; I found the parking spot entirely by the car headlights. I grumbled a few times
as I got out of the car, and the instant I closed the door, everything went black. I realized someone had put a sack over my head, and then I
was hit several times with a heavy stick and a hard kick. I only heard someone shout, "You little brat, you've got a death wish, daring to hit anyone!"

Then a blow to the head came, and I couldn't hear anything anymore...

This will be the last chapter of this essay contest. If there's enough support or the contest ranks well, I might be motivated to write
some related side stories. Now, let's look at the main text:

I opened my eyes again and saw this world. Everything was white—a white room, a white bed,
a white ceiling, white curtains, and the smell of Lysol filled my nostrils. This was a private room in a hospital.

I raised my hand and felt some pain; my left arm was still wrapped in gauze at the back, but I could feel that the bone wasn't broken.
Suddenly, I felt something strange on my head—a numb and slightly painful sensation. I touched it and found it also wrapped in gauze, but
I was shocked when I touched it again—my hair! My hair had been shaved off. It seemed like a serious injury; they shaved it to prevent infection
.

A sliver of pale red sunlight slanted in, and I judged the time to be around dusk. I tried hard
to recall what had happened, but my head ached from thinking so much that I could only remember being hit on the head in the underground parking lot. I also
vaguely remembered hearing people crying and shouting. Oh, it was my mother crying. I think I could also hear Aunt Fei and Qin Gang's voices
...

The door opened, and I saw my mother walk in with a thermos. She looked a little haggard, and her eyes were red.
It was heartbreaking to see her like that. "Mom," I called out. My mother's face lit up with surprise, then tears
welled up . She went to the bedside, touched my hand, and said, "You're awake! You scared me to death!" I tried hard to control
my emotions. My mother forced a smile and said, "Mom, I'm fine. I'll be better in a few days. It's just that my
hair might take some time to grow back to its original size." "It's better that you're alright. Qin Gang already
told me..." "I've already called the police. They caught those guys quickly through the surveillance cameras. They were
unemployed men with criminal records hired by the person you beat up. But you and Qin Gang also assaulted someone, so the police will come here to question you.
Qin Gang has already been detained. I paid some fines, and I've hired a lawyer. He should be
released , and then everything should be fine. Your situation is special, so you'll avoid detention, but you'll still have to pay a fine."

"Qin Gang was detained?" "That's already pretty good. I got help from a friend; otherwise, it would have taken at least half a month."
"That bastard... I said you... I said you... you deserved to be hit!" My whole body ached from the excitement, and I grimaced.
My mother said, "Alright, don't worry about that. Getting better is the key now. Come and eat something. The doctor
said 'll wake up at night, but you're healthy, so you woke up a little earlier. I cooked some porridge, come and eat some." My mother
opened her thermos, and the aroma of hot porridge filled the air. My mother gestured for me not to move and then fed me with a spoon. Every
time my mother leaned over to bring the porridge to my lips, I deliberately slowed down, taking the opportunity to get
closer to my mother's face and smell her faint feminine fragrance.

"Eat properly, why are you looking at me?" My mother noticed my strange behavior. "It's beautiful. I like looking at you!"

My mother looked a little shy and glanced around. Although it was a private room, she still instinctively glanced at me. "Mom!"

"Hmm? What's wrong?" "Mom, please don't let anyone introduce me to girlfriends anymore, okay?" My mother nodded
, sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed my hand, and said, "Mom really regrets it. If I hadn't let you go to meet that person that day, and
if you had been home, I could have stopped you, and this wouldn't have happened. Do you know how dangerous that was? If it weren't for another resident's
car coming back, finding the lights off, and shouting for security, which scared those three people away, you would have...
you ..."

My mother's eyes welled up with tears again. "Mom, don't cry! You won't be pretty if you cry." My mother wiped away her tears and
tidied up her messy things.

"Mom, I need to pee, can you help me?" My mother quickly told me not to move, and took out a commode from under the bed
, gesturing for me to turn to the side. I endured the aches and pains all over my body and turned to the side with my
mother
's help. Seeing my pained expression, my mother simply reached under my blanket, pulled off my old hospital gown and underwear, and put my penis into the commode. As I peed, I was somewhat surprised by how quickly my mother moved, and couldn't help but look at her. It wasn't until I
finished urinating, and she took the commode and our eyes met, that she realized I was looking at her.
A slight , and she said, "You little rascal, what mischief are you up to now?" Then she turned and went out to clean
the commode.

Before it got dark, two policemen came and took a detailed statement from me in the ward, questioning me in great detail about why we
hit someone and how I was beaten. Before they left, I asked them
how the fat guy with the mole on his face was doing. We said that the fat guy wasn't much better off than me, except that he didn't have this on his head, but his body was in
much worse shape. After giving me a few words of advice, one of the policemen muttered to himself, "That guy's reputation is
ruined now, and it's even dragged the TV station down with him. The headline in the newspapers is 'A Hypocritical Beast in Human Clothing'..."

I had told my mother to go home and rest that night, as there were nurses here, but she was worried and stayed,
sleeping on the small bed next to me to keep me company. I turned off the lights, and my mother and I lay on our respective beds. Through the light streaming
in , I could see her lying on her small bed, facing me. "Mom, why don't you come
sleep here? I want to talk to you." "Isn't it the same here?" "It's a whisper; won't someone
overhear?" My mother hesitated for a moment, then took the blanket and pillow and lay down beside me, still facing me.
I endured the pain and turned to face her, taking her hand and whispering, "Mom, I love you, more than anyone else in the
world ." She tried to pull her hand away, but I held it back. "Don't find me any more girlfriends, okay?"

This time, my mother nodded and softly replied. "Mom, even if you can't accept me now, I'll wait,
for as many years as you want. I'm not afraid of you getting old, I'll wait!" My mother reached out and put her hand to my lips,
stopping continuing, but I gently kissed her hand. My mother playfully pressed my philtrum with her thumb
and whispered, "Little bandit!" "I am a bandit, Mom's little bandit." As I said this, I teasingly reached out to touch
my mother 's chest, but she quickly grabbed my hand. "No. Xiaoxiao, wait until you're better, after you're discharged from the hospital..." These words
were a huge surprise to me, and I blurted out, "Mom, you accept me?" My mother immediately
covered my mouth, her movements somewhat flustered. "You just said..." "Don't say it! Keep your voice down." My mother's voice...
Her voice was shy and nervous. "You still haven't answered me?" I seized the opportunity to deliberately ask loudly. My mother quickly replied, "Alright
, you win. We'll talk about it after you're discharged." I was overjoyed. At this moment, my mother whispered,
"I went to Guangnian Nunnery the other day and chatted with the nun for a long time. She noticed my worries and had me draw a fortune stick. I told her
it was about marriage. After looking at it, she said, 'Your marriage is destined. You can only let things take their course. If you can't fulfill your destiny today, there won't be
a tomorrow.'"

After saying that, she picked up the blanket and went back to her small bed. My heart, however, flew to the future, and I longed to be discharged from the hospital right now
!

The next morning, I woke up early and saw that my mother was already up, simply tidying her hair and clothes.
My mind immediately replayed her words from the night before, and an indescribable flutter of excitement welled up inside me. Even my morning
erection was aroused, but at the same time, the urge to urinate struck. "Mom, I need to pee!" Hearing this, my mother went to get
the potty, still helping me to turn to my side, and placed the potty under my blanket. I had already pulled my penis out myself.
When my mother was helping me put it into the potty, she hesitated for a moment and tried to pull her hand back, but I, who had anticipated this, pressed it down.

My mother must have been a little embarrassed when she noticed my erect penis. I grabbed her hand,
and three of her fingers pinched my penis as I finished urinating. But instead of letting her pull her hand away, I
took the opportunity shove my entire erect penis into her palm, then gripped her hand tightly and began to stroke it back and forth.
My mother tried to pull her hand away twice, but I grabbed it each time. Seeing that I was enduring the pain to do this, she blushed and let me do it
.

My mother's hands were smooth and delicate; one hand couldn't fully enclose the length of my penis, the entire glans extending beyond
her palm. She gently stroked the foreskin in rhythm with my movements, and pleasure spread from the center of her body throughout my
being . I wanted to savor my mother's warm, smooth hands a little longer, but seeing her frequently glancing towards the door with a shy and anxious
expression, I couldn't bear it. I quickened my pace, no longer enduring the pleasure, and let it erupt. Finally, I
let out a soft moan, my thick, powerful penis trembled a few times, and all my semen shot into the toilet.

For the next two days, my mother spent most of her time at the hospital, except for work. After two days, seeing that I was much better, she
no longer needed to go through the trouble of running back and forth between the company and the hospital. Aunt Fei visited me once during this time. On the third day, Qin
Gang came to see me. I told myself I had dragged myself into this mess, but I said I was the one who caused it, and besides, I'm fine now, so
let's not talk about it anymore! Before leaving, Qin Gang mysteriously asked me how things were with my mother. I made an "OK" sign with my hand and
told him I'd get a gift when I was discharged. I looked forward to getting better every day, and to being discharged. Half a month later, the gauze
on my head was removed, and the stitches were taken out. The doctor said the recovery was good, but it would leave
a scar, though it wouldn't be visible once my hair grew back. I eagerly asked the doctor if I could be discharged,
but the answer was that I needed to be observed for a few more days until the soft tissue contusions healed. I said it wasn't necessary,
but my mother insisted I listen to the doctor. So, I had to spend another seven agonizing days in the hospital.

Finally, I was discharged from the hospital. That day, my mother had to meet a foreign client she absolutely had to see, so I told her to go about her business and asked Qin
Gang to drive me home. It felt so good to be home. I threw away all the things I'd used in the hospital, plopped down
on the sofa, and let out a long sigh of relief. Qin Gang then said to me, "What's up? Something good tonight?" He pulled a box from
his pocket and tossed it to me, saying it was a gift to celebrate my discharge. I took it and saw it was a box of
condoms…

After Qin Gang left, I took a shower. In the bathroom, looking at my naked reflection in the mirror, I naturally thought of
the box Qin Gang had given me, and I thought of my mother. In the past, I would have definitely
masturbated in front of the mirror, but today I restrained myself. I decided to use my strength wisely, and that "meat gun" wouldn't
be wasted from today onwards.

I prepared a table of dinner early, waiting for my mother to come home. While waiting for her, I was a
little uneasy, even having wild thoughts that she wouldn't come back. Until I heard the door open, I couldn't wait to rush over and
hug my mother who had just pushed the door open. "Mom, you're back!" My mother said, both surprised and happy. "I really couldn't avoid it
today , so I didn't go to the hospital to pick you up." "I understand! But you have to make it up to me." I said
, and kissed my mother. My mother struggled shyly for a moment, but I still kissed her lips as I wished. I
savored the fragrance of her lips, my tongue darting into her mouth, entwining with hers, exchanging saliva. Of course, I
wasn't content with just a kiss; my large hands instinctively roamed over my mother's back and hips. Finally, one hand slipped
under her skirt along her thigh. At that moment, my mother pushed my head away, panting, "No,
no now…" I looked at her blushing face, kissed it lightly, and released her. My mother said,
"I'm going to the bathroom, let's eat!" and quickly went to the bathroom.

My mother was rather quiet during the meal, her eyes constantly glancing at me with a flickering gaze. I kept putting
food on her plate. After the meal, I also took care of clearing the dishes, while my mother, unusually, sat in the living room watching TV. My
heart fluttered slightly as I sat down beside her, staring at the TV, but I couldn't concentrate on anything. My mind
was elsewhere; I was just waiting for my mother to say she was done and go to sleep. But she seemed to be in a very high mood today, constantly
changing channels. I suddenly thought, maybe she's still a little shy? So I got up and said I was going to sleep, then
whispered in her ear, "I'll wait for you." After saying that, I went upstairs to the third floor and took my blanket and pillow to
my mother's bedroom on the second floor. I took a nice shower and then crawled into bed to wait.

It was a long wait; I felt like several hours had passed and my mother still hadn't returned. I was getting incredibly impatient
, but when I checked the time, less than 90 minutes had passed. I had no choice but to be patient and wait. Finally, my mother returned to the second floor.
I had already decided to wait for her quietly, not to rush, otherwise it might all be for nothing. So when she came in, I
just lay there quietly. My mother went to the bathroom, and I could vaguely hear the sound of water running in the bathroom. My mind
involuntarily conjured up images of my mother's voluptuous and alluring body, her smooth and fair shoulders, her full and rounded breasts, and
her waist... I first stripped myself naked under the covers, just waiting for my mother to get into bed. My mother's bath
seemed unusually long this time…

She finally emerged from the bathroom, wearing a white slip dress. She first dried her hair with a hairdryer,
then turned and turned off the lights before carefully climbing into bed. The room fell dark, with only
a faint light filtering through the curtains. Just like that day, my mother lay down on her side with her back to me. I lay there nervously for two minutes…
I slowly leaned down and hugged my mother from behind. She didn't resist, which emboldened me. My
left hand slipped under her nightgown, moving along her smooth back to her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra today, so my
hand directly touched her full breasts. I opened my palm, pinching her nipple between my index and middle fingers, then
cupped my hand over her soft breast, greedily yet gently kneading it until I heard my mother's breathing
quicken. Then, my lips kissed her ear from behind, a wet kiss followed by a gentle breath of warm air. My
hand slid up to her other breast, increasing the pressure of the kneading, while my lips traveled down to my mother's neck and shoulders

…

"Mmm. Ah..." A soft moan escaped my mother's breath, which was the best encouragement for me.
My hand traced her waist, lifting the edge of her panties and slipping inside. Beneath the soft, fine tuft of pubic hair was a pool of
warm, wet moisture. Instantly, my head spun with excitement, my lips went dry as if they could breathe fire of desire, and I
felt an urge to immediately take action and insert my erect penis. But I managed to remain calm and
continued to caress her carefully. My middle finger gently probed and found the small protrusion in the thicket, gently stroking and kneading it. "Ah!... Hiss, mmm!"

My mother's moan escaped clearly for the first time, and her body trembled slightly. My hand lingered greedily between her
pubic mounds , teasing her. Her moans rose and fell, her body twisting and trembling. A slippery trickle
wet my palm at the base of her thighs.

I stood up and pulled down my mother's panties from behind. My mother shifted her hips slightly, cooperating with me as I
pulled down her last line of defense. I pushed her nightgown up to her waist and leaned down to
kiss her full, alluring buttocks. After a long while, I kissed her full, but not fat, smooth legs. But when I tried to turn my mother's body to lie flat on
her side , and I wanted to kiss her inner thighs, my mother shyly turned her upper body over and
lay face down on the bed, her lower body still on my hand, lying on her side. It was a strange position, and I began to understand my mother
's intention. Thinking it over, I didn't force her. I released her hands from her legs, letting her lie there naturally, and began
to caress and kiss her legs and back with wet kisses. Finally, I buried my hands between her legs again, where it was even more wet and sticky. I parted
her vulva and probed inside. A warm, moist sensation enveloped my finger. It seemed my mother's private parts
were well-maintained. Although not as tight as a young girl's, they weren't as loose as most women her age. "Ah, um!"

My mother suddenly let out a loud groan, which then turned into a suppressed low moan. This sound brought my excitement to almost
its limit . I didn't want to wait any longer, I couldn't wait any longer! I decisively turned on the bedside lamp, its soft red light casting a warm glow on
the bed . My mother's naked body lay sprawled on the bed, her head buried in the pillow, her hands bent at her shoulders, gripping
the sheets.

Seeing the light, she suddenly reached for the switch, "No, don't turn it on..." She lay there, not quite grasping
the switch. I quickly grabbed her hand, leaned down and kissed her shoulder, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I
'll turn it off as soon as I've got the condom." Then I opened the bedside table, took out the condom Qin Gang had given me
, and deftly slipped it onto my erect penis. I then straddled my mother, who was now completely prone on the bed.

I slowly lowered myself, my hands on the bed, my hips moving to her buttocks, guiding my penis to her honeyed
depths . My heart pounded wildly; it was a mixture of tension and excitement, the thrill of finally achieving my desires and breaking taboos. I
gently kissed my mother's ear and whispered, "Mom, I'm coming in." But she reached out and
turned off the light.

In the darkness, panting, I guided my erect penis to her wet vulva, thrusting forward. My swollen
glans entered her warm embrace, and my mother's body trembled. "Ah!" I used that soft moan
to propel myself deeper. "Ah!" A feeling of fullness and envelopment immediately spread from my penis throughout my body, and I
let out a soft cry of excitement. I gripped the bed and slowly pulled my hips up. Amidst my mother's heavy breathing, I suddenly lowered my buttocks again,
pushing my penis deep into her vagina. The pleasure from the pulling and rubbing was intoxicating, and my mother's moans were like
a reward, making me even more excited. I simply buried my head and began to thrust wildly. In this position, I couldn't
penetrate too deeply, but each thrust was of quality, sometimes fast and gentle, sometimes slow and gentle and fast.
After this round of thrusting, my mother's moans began to rise and fall, and the connection between our bodies became even smoother.

"Ah! Xiaoxiao..." My mother unconsciously called out my name, which startled me. The thought that
I was fucking my mother beneath me at this moment sent an overwhelming surge of pleasure through me, almost causing me to ejaculate prematurely
. I had never ejaculated so quickly before, so I took a deep breath and held back! I gently swayed my hips and stopped thrusting. I
leaned down kissed my mother's neck from her back, then gently bit her earlobe, saying, "Mom, does it feel good?"

As I spoke, I thrust in and out with all my might. My mother let out a shy moan. "Mom, turn around,
can we do it from the front?"

I whispered in her ear. I felt my mother shaking her head and heard her softly panting,
"No."

But my position made it difficult to move, so I reached down and grabbed one of her breasts,
whispering in her ear, "Come to the other side." I tried to move her body, and she half-heartedly turned to the side. I straightened my penis from
behind and thrust it into her honeypot from below. I used my legs to slightly lift her upper legs, making
it easier to penetrate. I felt like I was truly fucking her now, and I couldn't help but grip tightly and
thrust dozens of times. My mother's moans filled the air. My body kept arching backward until my
hips were almost perpendicular to my mother's buttocks, and my penis was fully inserted into her vagina. I lowered my legs,
grabbed her back and waist with both hands, and gave her a rapid round of thrusting, about 200 times. After that round of thrusting, I was
sweating, and my mother was sweating too. I knew I couldn't hold back for much longer; the pleasure in my penis told me that I had to make my final
charge.

I withdrew my penis again, leaned over my mother, lifted one of her legs, and
bent it , revealing her vulva. I kissed her face, and then, before penetrating again, I turned on the light
. My mother's rosy face and fair body were immediately clearly visible to me. My mother was again a little embarrassed and eager
to get up the light, but I held her shoulder down, and at the same time, my lower body accurately penetrated her vulva, quickly
pushing all the way in the muddy passage. Before she could finish her "Ah," my second withdrawal and penetration was complete. The first few thrusts were
quick pulls to the entrance, then immediately full penetration again. After a few more thrusts, my mother's body trembled, and my rhythm slowed down.
Slowly it got faster, until finally it was almost frantic thrusting, my mother swaying like a boat in the wind. I held her bent
legs and one shoulder tightly, my lower body pumping in and out, my hips slapping against her buttocks with a crisp slapping sound. Finally,
an uncontrollable wave of pleasure washed over me, I let out a loud groan, and thrust my penis deep into my mother's vagina...

My mother and I were both breathing heavily, then we turned off the light and fell asleep in each other's arms.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was somewhat comically awakened by the urge to urinate. I opened my eyes and saw a sliver of dawn
light shining through the curtains of the window opposite the bed; it was still early. My mother, whom I was holding tightly
, was breathing evenly with her back to me, seemingly fast asleep. I quietly got up and went to the bathroom. While urinating, looking at
my prized large penis, I immediately thought of how it had penetrated my mother's honey pot the night before. The
tension of breaking taboos and the soul-stirring pleasure surged through me. My only dissatisfaction was that I had released myself, and my mother
hadn't reached her climax. Now, looking at my thriving "little brother," I felt an
irresistible urge to find a place to wreak havoc. I hurriedly washed my hands, returned to bed, and lay back down in my original position. My hands lingered restlessly on
my mother's smooth, white legs for a moment before moving upwards to her breasts, gently kneading them.

"You naughty thing... so early in the morning..." My mother, unable to sleep after my antics, had barely opened her
mouth when my lips swept around her neck and kissed her own. Her lips were lightly sucked a couple of times, and then my hot tongue
darted in without resistance. She could only obediently open her teeth to welcome that fiery passion. Turning her body
around, my mother's passion was gradually ignited. Her breasts were sucked by my warm, wet lips, and she let out
an alluring moan, "Mmm, ah..." Her hands reached towards my head, caressing my thick hair. One large
hand slid down her slightly protruding belly, exploring the final secret in her mysterious grove...

A finger parted the flesh, gently teasing the sensitive clitoris. "Ah...ah..." She was
struck by the sudden pleasure and couldn't help but arch her back, her snowy body forming a beautiful
curve, truly gorgeous...

Facing my mother's increasingly hot body, I was already burning with desire. I tried my best to control my rising emotions,
slowly parted her snow-white and plump legs, knelt between them, and pressed down on her body. I
kissed my mother's face and neck passionately, and finally buried my head between her alluring breasts, which were now even fuller, with deep red
nipples standing erect. My tongue slid up and teased out a series of beautiful moans. That sound was perhaps the most beautiful note between a man and a woman in bed
, instantly arousing a man's hormones to flow rapidly.

After last night's intimate contact, my mother, who had already been fucked by me once, was no longer as shy as she had been the first time.

My five fingers, which were clasped around my mother's vulva, were soaked with a sticky wetness. I smeared that wetness on my mother's full
breasts and plump thighs. I saw my mother occasionally twisting her body slightly, her hands clutching
the sheets , her moans rising and falling. I took a deep breath, took a condom from the bedside table, put it on, straightened
my hard, unbearable penis with one hand, thrust my body upwards, aimed at the line of moisture in that clump of pubic hair, and
thrust in! With another groan from my mother, I thrust my hips forward, penetrating her fully. The familiar pleasure from the previous night
returned . I smoothed her slightly disheveled hair and whispered, "Mom, I'm going to make you experience
the greatest pleasure!" With that, I withdrew my penis, then thrust it back in with a sudden, powerful thrust. I reached
under her armpits, gripping her beautiful shoulders, and supported myself with my elbows, beginning my first round of fucking with my mother that day.

The sounds of flesh colliding, the soft sounds of penetration, and my
increasingly clear moans filled the bedroom that morning, creating a spring-like atmosphere. While most young people were still
lazily sleeping in bed, I diligently began to "get to work," cultivating
the land that was my mother's.

My mother wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands gripping my back, her buttocks unconsciously undulating to meet
each thrust of my penis. "Ah... Xiaoxiao... um... ah..." she called my
name with hazy, seductive breaths.

I thrust wildly over a hundred times, then slowed down, first withdrawing my penis slightly, then slowly inserting it again, repeating this several times, before
suddenly withdrawing sharply, leaving only the glans, and then thrusting in all the way in. After some teasing, my mother's emotions rose even higher.
She lifted her legs onto my back, the angle of her vaginal opening making it easier for my penis to thrust in
and out. So I went at it again, until I felt my mother

arch her head back with each breath, letting out a long, ecstatic moan, "Ah, ah! Hmm... ah!" Her hands on my back gripped me tightly; I knew she was close. I lifted her up, sat her on the bed,
one hand holding her body tightly, the other supporting her plump buttocks, swaying her up and down and side to side.

At this moment, my mother was a pure woman, not my mother; that taboo only excited her more.

"Ah... ah!" Finally, she let out a long moan, her lower body convulsing uncontrollably, wave
after wave gripping my erection. She had climaxed!

As soon as my mother's orgasm subsided, I pressed her body down onto the bed again,
wrapped my arms around her long, shapely thighs, and pressed them forward as far as I could. I squatted on either side of her buttocks,
inserting her honeyed hole. Then, with each rise and fall of my body, I squatted down and thrust a few times. This allowed me to clearly see
my penis going in and out of my mother's vagina, and the visual stimulation further aroused my pleasure. What excited me most
was seeing my mother's excited yet slightly shy expression, which was another kind of stimulation for me. I reached out and brushed the hair off my mother's
face ; her face, like her forehead, was covered in beads of sweat. I lowered her legs,
brought them together, and bent forward. I knelt on my side behind her plump buttocks and inserted my penis,
ending my final thrust in my favorite "woman-on-side doggy style" position, bringing us, mother and son, into a world of sexual bliss!

(The End)

My three years of studying in Canada have come to an end. I did not heed my advisor's advice to stay, but instead
eagerly boarded a plane to my hometown, Taipei, where my beautiful mother who gave me birth and raised me is...
As the plane took off, I felt a pang of reluctance to leave Vancouver, the international city where I had lived for three and a half years. It held
my memories of youth, my school, my classmates, and one unforgettable female advisor from my southern homeland—Li Yunzhen.

My mother sent me here to study when I was 17, entrusting me to
the care . In the days that followed, Ms. Li lived up to my mother's expectations, providing me with meticulous care.
Even in bed—in my second year here, she divorced her long-time estranged American husband. After
a drunken, intimate conversation, they ended up in bed together. You could say that all my sexual experiences before the age of 20
came from this mentor, 18 years my senior, who was incredibly alluring.

Last night, we made love one last time. Her beautiful, mature body still
captivated ; I simply love that mature charm. She also showed unusual initiative,
gently lying on top of me, swaying her ample hips, offering and receiving an intoxicating pleasure between fullness and emptiness. After
one last, frenzied thrust, I pressed her beneath me, and we both groaned as we reached the peak of pleasure.

Tears welled in her eyes as she embraced me, saying, "I will remember you for the rest of my life..."

The plane flew through the blue sky and white clouds, and my heart flew back to my beloved mother. After
two more finally drifted off to sleep. I don't know how much time passed, but then a bright light appeared before me. A transparent glass door
flashed into view, the air thick with mist, and within it, a voluptuous, fair-skinned, mature female body was faintly visible. I tried to
see more clearly, pressing myself closer to the door. Her voluptuous body was turned away from the glass door. Water sprayed from
the showerhead flowing down her satin skin, over her shoulders and back, then down her plump, white buttocks and into her shapely
legs…

My throat went dry, my heart raced, and I finally couldn’t resist pushing open the door. I embraced her
body , letting her struggle and letting the water soak my entire body. My hands cupped her breasts from behind, and
the moment I felt the fleshy peaks, I felt the air almost freeze, my heart pounding in my chest
. I could only relieve this life-threatening confinement with my instinctive, intense breathing.

Just then, I lost my balance and slipped, falling to the ground and hitting my head hard against the wall. For a moment,
I seemed to lose consciousness, only hearing my mother's loud cries. I struggled desperately to get up, and suddenly my body trembled
. I abruptly opened my eyes to see a flight attendant's sweet smiling face—

I had actually dreamt on the plane. I straightened my clothes, checked my watch, and realized we still had two hours until we arrived. Drinking the water
the flight attendant offered
, I recalled my dream. I knew it wasn't a dream, but a replay of a real scene from the past. I was 17 years old that year, and shortly after, my mother sent me to Vancouver so I could study
and learn to be independent, not overly dependent on her.

The plane transited through New York and landed in Taipei in the evening. Stepping off the plane, I noticed a light drizzle outside
. Among the crowd of people waiting to pick up passengers, I immediately spotted my mother, wearing a pale yellow trench coat and holding a floral umbrella. Her
image was unique in my heart. I practically ran over, and without a word, I swept her up in my arms. She
held the umbrella with one hand and gently pushed my shoulder away with the other, smiling and playfully asking me to let go. I
kissed her smooth forehead before releasing her.

My mother hadn't changed much since we parted three years ago. Even the fragrance emanating from her body and hair remained the same
. Her demeanor and speech were still those of a refined young lady. Because she practiced traditional Chinese medicine and health preservation
, she was exceptionally well-maintained. Her boundless charm deeply attracted me, a feeling even stronger than three years ago. Sitting
in the car my mother was driving, I couldn't help but stare at her, unwilling to look away. My mother focused on driving, occasionally glancing at me,
but quickly turning her head away when our eyes met.

"Mom, I miss you so much! Have you missed me?"

My mother nodded and said, "How could I not?"

I said again, "I miss you even more than you miss me. I even dream about you, even have wet dreams about you,
hehe!"

My mother gave me a reproachful look and said, "Go away, you're an adult now, don't talk nonsense, or I'll kick you out and make you walk
home!"

I stuck out my tongue.

My home is an old villa built in the early 1990s, but it's well-maintained and doesn't look dilapidated.
My father bought it when he was alive. He was a young general then, dashing and always attracted the attention of
countless women, including my mother when she was young. Later, my mother married my father when she was 18
, and I was born when she was 19. Our family of three had spent ten wonderful years together. My father worked in the military and government,
while my mother ran a traditional Chinese medicine health center.

But when I was ten, my father tragically died in a live-fire exercise, leaving only my
mother to rely on each other. We received a large sum of compensation after my father's passing, and my mother's health center business
was thriving, so we were materially comfortable. However, my mother would often stare blankly at my father's photo. Whenever
this happened I would silently hug her and say, "Mom, I'm here for you. When I grow up, I'll
take care of you like Dad did!"

My mother would smile knowingly, kiss me, and hug me tightly in her warm embrace.

It wasn't until I turned 16 that my mother noticed something was wrong with me. First, she noticed the
intense look in my eyes when I looked at her. Then she found her underwear under my blanket. Finally,
the scene that replayed in my airplane dream happened. She realized I had a deep Oedipus complex, so she decided to send me abroad,
away from her for a while, hoping to dispel my abnormal feelings. But now it seems the effect is the opposite.

The house is just as it was when I left, spotless, filled with a faint fragrance of flowers and plants that
my mother has grown. The only change in the house was that when I left, the greenhouse my mother used to cultivate
herbs had just started construction. Now it was completed and planted with dozens of herbs that my mother had cultivated herself. This
greenhouse space, less than 200 square meters, was like a small botanical garden. There was also a small room with
a pool inside, decorated like a sauna.

I asked my mother what it was for.

She said it was a sauna, just like I said, only a medicinal sauna.

I was very curious and said I must try it sometime.

After running around upstairs and downstairs, I finally returned to my bedroom. Everything had been changed
. The poster that used to hang above my bed was gone. It was one of my favorite pictures, one I'd
found online and printed myself. It depicted only one woman, Keiko Matsuzaka. Her heyday was far removed from my time as
a 90s kid, but I liked her because her appearance and demeanor were remarkably
similar to my mother's.
Besides that poster, I also had a set of her erotic art—a set of photos of her with a shapely figure that was still full-figured but not overweight,
making one's mouth water and fantasize. In many erotic dreams, I had that beautiful body beneath me, and I would masturbate.
He thrust into that sweet spot between her thighs, but every time he was about to lift his hips and conquer, the face beneath him would transform into his mother's genuine
, gentle face, followed by a surge of excitement, and he would ejaculate... When he woke up, his crotch would always be a mess.

While eating with his mother across the table, I asked her where the poster in her bedroom was.

She said it was old and yellowed and she had thrown it away.

I looked at my mother with pity and said, "Then I'll make a poster of you and hang it up there."

My mother replied, "Don't hang it. You should find a girlfriend and hang her picture instead. What's the point of hanging a picture of
an old ?"

"Mom, who said you're old and faded? You're beautiful, the most beautiful person in my eyes."

"You smooth talker!"

I chuckled and said to her, "Mom, I'll take a picture of you after dinner!"

I ate heartily, urging my mother to go to a brightly lit spot in the living room to take a picture.
My mother couldn't refuse and had to cooperate. As I picked up my camera to take the picture, I thought she should change her clothes
. I remembered she had a beige cotton sundress, so I suggested she change into it while I took the picture.

My mother said, "Let's just take one like this."

I went over and picked her up, saying, "Just change, don't you want to look better in the photos?"

She tried to put me down, but I insisted I wouldn't let her go unless she changed, so she reluctantly went to change. When my mother came out
after changing , I was immediately struck by her beauty. Under the light, my mother looked even more stunning in her sundress.
She was well-endowed but not plump, her breasts firm and shapely, and her legs, exposed outside the dress, were fair, smooth, and incredibly beautiful. I couldn't resist putting down
my camera going over to hug her, and spinning her around twice.

"Mom, you're so beautiful!"

I said, kissing her smooth cheek and then pressing my lips to hers.

This sudden action startled my mother, giving me a wicked opportunity. I gently sucked on her
alluring lips, taking advantage of the situation! Just as I reached for the taste of her tongue, my mother shoved my head away forcefully
. Her almost angry tone made me let go of her. Knowing her temper, I quickly released her hand. My mother's face
flushed slightly, and she turned to go back to her room. I quickly grabbed her and begged her to finish taking the photos. She let me take two before going back to her room.

I took the camera back to my bedroom, connected it to the computer, and started organizing, enlarging, and printing the photos.
It took more than an hour to finish. Although it wasn't professional, I was at least satisfied. Lying in bed looking at the photos I had just
finished , my mother's mature and gentle face captivated me. Recalling all the past, my penis
became wickedly erect, and I finally couldn't resist taking off my clothes and starting to masturbate.

I closed my eyes, imagining a wicked and passionate scene: lying on my mother's mature and voluptuous body, straightening
my erect penis and aiming it at her honeyed entrance, I seemed to hear my mother's soft moans. I thirstily sucked on her
firm and full breasts, my lower body thrusting and pulling. My hand, caught up in this fantasy, increased its speed until "Ah!" and
a stream of white fluid gushed out from my lower body…

The next day, I didn't get up until almost noon. My mother had already left a note and gone to work. Following the instructions on the note, I
found the prepared breakfast and ate while thinking about what to do today. According to my mother's plan, I would rest at home
for two days, and then officially start working at her health center, doing practical work in the marketing department, since that
was . Although my mother's workplace is called a "health center," after nearly ten years of operation, it has
become fairly professional company with R&D, production, marketing, and human resources management departments—it can be considered quite
large. My mother and her colleagues are often invited to be guests on health programs on television.

Feeling bored at home, I decided to go to the company today. So I dressed neatly and set off.
Compared , the health center has been renovated, and the adjacent shop has also been taken over for expansion.
New employees have been hired, but I still recognize about half of them. We exchange greetings and pleasantries, as my mother must
have already informed them. They weren't particularly surprised by my arrival, only
slightly surprised that I had grown so tall and strong in three years.

As I approached my mother's office, a woman emerged from the doorway. She was wearing a business suit, tall
, beautiful, with shoulder-length wavy hair, and quite elegant. We met face-to-face, both momentarily stunned,
but immediately recognized each other. Her name was Fang Fei, a close friend of my mother's and also her secretary at the company. Her son
is the same age as me, so I often went to her house to play when I was little. Her husband passed away many years ago, and she remarried,
but divorced soon after.

"Xiaoxiao (my childhood nickname, only close friends know)? Oh, your mother said you're back. I
was thinking of going home and asking Qin Gang (her son, my childhood friend) to invite you over to play!" Aunt Fang
casually straightened my shirt with one hand while holding a folder in the other, as if I had returned to my childhood.

"Hello, Aunt Fei! Haha! Come give me a hug!"

I playfully hugged her, the faint fragrance of her hair wafting into my nose. As I released my clasped arms, I couldn't help but
wonder in my mind whether her waist or my mother's waist would be more comfortable to hug. But before I could figure it out, my mother came
out from inside the door to greet me. Aunt Fei patted me on the shoulder and said I could visit her sometime. I nodded to my mother and went to do my work.

My mother led me into the office and asked why I was there.

I chuckled and said I missed her.

She chuckled and shook her head, saying, "You're such a grown man now, always so irresponsible. Look at your Aunt Fei's son, Qin Gang, how
obedient and sensible he is. Now he runs his own auto repair shop and is quite capable."

I pouted and said to my mother, "I just graduated, I'll be capable too, I won't let you
down . Hey!"

My mother nodded and said, "Alright, since you're here, go report to the marketing department! Come on, I'll take you to
meet your supervisor and colleagues!"

"Ah? It's starting already!" Although I was unwilling, I had already said it and had no choice but to follow my mother's arrangements.
At this moment I felt trapped by my mother, but I couldn't say anything.

Meeting my new boss and colleagues went relatively smoothly. After all, I'm a "princeling," and my demeanor and
speech aren't particularly unpleasant, so after my mother's introduction, I easily blended in with everyone
. The department manager was a middle-aged man, Manager Li, over 50 years old, incredibly intelligent, kind, and easy to get along with. From then on,
under Manager Li's supervision and guidance, I worked my way up to becoming capable of handling things independently.

At lunchtime in the cafeteria, I exchanged phone numbers with Aunt Fei and also got Qin Gang's
number, thinking I'd call him after work and find time to get together. He's one of my closest friends since childhood, but...
By the time I called, he had already called back. Qin Gang's voice seemed different; like mine, it had lost its youthful
naiveté, and the noise had gained a more mature tone. We greeted each other first, then chatted for
a while, and finally agreed to go to the old food street after work, ostensibly to rekindle our
youthful memories.

After work, I said goodbye to my mother and borrowed the company car key, then headed straight for the food street. When
I saw Qin Gang again, I noticed that in the past three years he had only grown a bit more muscular, not much flesh; he was slightly thinner, with a tanned bronze
complexion, but compared to me, his biggest change was that he had become much more mature. We parked the car
and walked into the food street, arm in arm, chatting and laughing.

The streets were bustling with people at dusk. Food stalls lined the streets, lanterns lit and pots set up, their calls
mingling with the smoky aromas. It was the same old taste, the same old way; the familiar warmth made me truly feel like
I was back home. In the past, we'd often dragged our mothers here to eat
, though they always said we shouldn't eat too much of these fried and smoked snacks, but they could never resist the pleading looks of
their children . We'd eat a skewer here, a plate there, and soon our stomachs were half full.

Finally, Qin Gang led me into a barbecue restaurant, into a simple private room, ordered some meat and a dozen
beers , and we ate and chatted. We talked about everything from childhood to the past few years; the more we drank,
the more we talked. I've forgotten who brought up the childish bet we made years ago when we were secretly watching porn—
to see who could sleep with a woman and lose their virginity first.

I said smugly, "I slept with a woman as soon as I turned 18, and she was even my teacher! Haha, are you still a virgin,
kid ?"

Qin Gang, who couldn't hold his liquor as well as me, was already flushed. He waved his hand and said, "I'm 18 too! You think sleeping with
your teacher is so cool? Hey, I'm definitely cooler than you!" He then chugdled a few more gulps of liquor from the bottle.

"Better than me? No way! You didn't just pick her up off some street corner in the red-light district, did you?"

"Believe it or not! Xiaoxiao, we grew up together, we know each other best. I've figured out why Aunt
Xiaolin abroad to study; it must be related to that incident."

I was taken aback and asked him, "How did you know?"

Qin Gang said, "We used to be inseparable, we told each other everything, have you forgotten? You and I are the same, we both love
the woman we love most." I was stunned. Qin Gang took a couple of sips of his drink and continued, "Later, I heard from my mom that Aunt Xiaolin
sent you away because she was afraid you'd become too attached to her. Don't I understand?"

I nodded silently, then a thought suddenly flashed through my mind. I abruptly stood up, leaned close to his ear, and asked,
"You little brat... could it be... could it be that you succeeded? You slept with... with Aunt Fei!" Although I couldn't see
my expression at that moment, I could imagine my mouth was agape in an "O" shape.

Qin Gang didn't answer me but instead pushed me back into my seat.

I lost my appetite and kept pressing, "Really? Really?"

Only when Qin Gang grew impatient did he nod firmly and reply, "Lying is a tortoise's nature!"

I let out a sigh of relief, but also felt a pang of disappointment, not because I'd lost the bet, but because of envy, jealousy, and resentment.

"What? Are you admitting defeat?" Qin Gang asked again, munching on a piece of meat on a bamboo skewer.

Knowing Qin Gang as I do, I judged he wasn't lying, but to avoid admitting defeat so easily, I played
dumb, saying, "So what if you say it? Who can vouch for you not bragging? Ha!"

Qin Gang wiped his mouth while calling for the bill, stammering, "You lost, you lost
. I didn't ask you for anything, don't be a sore loser! Haha..."

I helped him, who was a little unsteady on his feet, and we walked out together. We'd both drunk quite a bit today; my alcohol tolerance was
better than his, so I was much more sober. He definitely couldn't drive like this, so I got him into his SUV
, and we both got in and rested inside. I cracked both windows open a crack to keep things ventilated.

Qin Gang was still rambling drunkenly: "You little brat... don't disbelieve me! I actually did it, I got
her. When can you... can you sleep with Aunt Xiaolin once? You can't, you have the desire but not the guts!"

I was speechless, and after a long while, I said, "Hey, then let me ask you, what does it feel like? Like when you and Aunt Fei do '
that,' what does it feel like?"

"Haha! It feels good! Great!" He raised his hand and waved it.

"Then how did you do it? You couldn't have forced me, could you? How did it start?"

At this moment, I was completely driven by this forbidden curiosity.

"Heh...ha," Qin Gang chuckled, half-drunk and half-awake, then said, "It just happened so naturally.
I love her, no one loves her more than me, and she loves me too. We...no, why should I
tell you! Haha...if you want to know that feeling, try it yourself." With that, he slumped back in his seat and dozed off.

I could only drift off to sleep as well.

When I woke up again, it was already daylight; I must have been awakened by the morning air. I saw that Qin
Gang had somehow gotten asleep on the steering wheel; he must have woken up and then gone back to sleep. I found
half a pack of cigarettes in the car, took a drag, and started smoking, still thinking about what Qin Gang had said last night.

Qin Gangfang woke up from the smell of cigarettes, quickly lit one, took a deep drag, and said, "
I was drunk yesterday!"

I chuckled and said, "People speak the truth when they're drunk!"

He didn't say anything, just stared blankly ahead. I patted him as he got out of the car, got into my own, started
the engine, and drove out of the alley. He started his car and followed behind me. When we passed a lake next to an open park,
I stopped the car; we used to play here often when we were kids. We went straight to the railing outside the lake and
continued smoking.

"How did you do that? When did you start?" I broke the silence first.

Qin Gang exhaled a puff of smoke, then threw the cigarette butt heavily into the lake, saying, "It's been almost two years. It
was
after that bastard (Aunt Fei's husband from her brief second marriage) cheated on her with another woman and beat her at home. That night, I beat him up badly in the parking lot. He called the police, and I was detained for seven days. Then
they divorced. The night I got out of detention, my mother couldn't sleep, so I went to keep her company, and then we did
it. We don't know why, it just happened naturally."

I also threw away my cigarette, patted his shoulder, and asked, "Was it... particularly good?"

"The first time I came right after I put it in, I was so excited... I was afraid I'd lose the chance and never have it again, so
I didn't pull out, and I came again very quickly. The second time it lasted longer, and I could feel that she was also very aroused. The third
time was in the bathroom. She went to shower, and I followed her in. We were drying each other, and I got aroused again, so I leaned
her against the wall and did it..."

"And now?"

"Now it's normal! I love her, and she loves me. She's a mother and a wife."

I punched him hard and said, "You're so damn lucky! When will I get my turn?!"

He punched me back and said, "Keep trying! I wish you success soon!"

"So, tell me about your experience?"

He smiled and said a lot, some useful and some not. I listened and remembered the useful parts.

Finally, he said, "The main thing is one word: love!"

I nodded and walked towards the car.
After a brief meeting with Qin Gang at the snack street, my restless heart was even more turbulent. After
two days myself, I first went to the bookstore and bought several psychology books, mainly Freud's
works on taboo relationships, and also some modified versions of Oedipus
complex (including the famous essay "On the Feasibility and Necessity of Mother-Son Sexual Relationships")
. I placed these books in a prominent position at home and often read them in front of my mother.

I observed carefully and concluded that my mother, out of concern for what I was interested in, had also read through
those books, but she didn't express anything, nor did her attitude change significantly. Even when I shamelessly
tried to be overly affectionate, she would still push me away, half-angrily, half-scolding. I could only manage a light kiss on her mature, radiant
face. Besides this, to better please my mother, I worked
diligently , humbly asking questions and learning from others. My progress and achievements were quite gratifying, and I successfully secured a
large client that the company had previously found difficult to deal with. For this, I received praise from my mother and supervisors at the company's weekly Thursday meeting
.

That evening, when we got back to the restaurant for dinner, I asked my mother, "My dear (I started calling you that a few days ago), I was thinking that
your son has finally achieved a small success. Should we open a bottle of wine to celebrate?"

My mother scolded me a little for calling me "my dear," but she couldn't resist my insistence on doing so. She
nodded at my suggestion and said, "Yes, we should celebrate. Go get the wine, the one on the far left of the top shelf!"

I obeyed and brought the wine and glasses. After uncorking the bottle, I poured a good glass for my mother and then
one The pure burgundy shimmered slightly under the light and the reflection of the glass, and the aroma was irresistible.
I could imagine that this was a very good French pure wine. While it might not be the finest, it was certainly above average.

"Come on, beautiful lady, let's drink this!" We clinked glasses and took a big gulp.

My mother only took a small sip politely and said to me, "You're not drinking red wine, you're like a bandit drinking from a big
bowl!"

I paused for a moment and then smiled back, "Does the beautiful lady like a more gentlemanly man? Then I'll try to be a
gentleman ! Please, beautiful lady!" As I spoke, I picked up a piece of her favorite mushroom and brought it to her lips, but she stopped me with her chopsticks
. I said, "Please, just eat it, otherwise I won't eat it!" My mother smiled helplessly and opened her mouth to
eat .

Then I drank heartily and tried my best to please the "beauty," but when I poured
her another glass, she seriously refused, saying she had to go online to talk to a client later. I had no choice but
to give up. Perhaps the wine was too good, or perhaps I was a little too excited today, but I drank four glasses in a row, and only
stopped when there was a little left in the bottle. I didn't expect the wine to be so potent. After eating, I lay on the sofa watching TV and realized that the alcohol was taking effect
, and I was drowsy.

In my half-drunk, half-awake state, I heard my mother calling me and telling me to go back to my room to sleep. I opened my sleepy eyes and struggled to my feet, my wings
a little unsteady. My mother quickly helped me up, and I hugged her tightly. "Beautiful mother, I want to sleep with you! I want
to sleep with you!"

"You've had too much to drink. I told you to drink less and you wouldn't listen! Get up and go to sleep!"

My mother half-carried, half-supported me as we walked up the stairs. My bedroom was on the third floor, and my mother's was on the second. It was no easy feat to finally reach
the second floor. My mother, panting heavily, was supporting me, this drunkard who kept rubbing against her neck and waist. Getting me up to
the third floor hadn't been easy.

"Beautiful mother, I'll sleep here, with you!" I pointed to my mother's bedroom door.

My mother thought for a moment and said, "Alright, then I'll sleep on the third floor!"

I took the opportunity to be cheeky and said, "If you don't want to sleep with me, then I'll go back to the third floor..."

My mother was too weak to drag me, so she could only glare at me reproachfully and say, "Fine! You sleep, sleep, sleep!"
She helped me into her bedroom.

I threw myself onto the bed, and my mother helped me take off my socks and pulled down my pants. I then haphazardly took off my
shirt . My mother bent down to pick up the clothes she had taken off, intending to throw them into the laundry room, but I grabbed her and pushed her down onto
the blanket. "Beautiful mother, sleep!" I said, and began to kiss my mother's face and neck haphazardly, while my hands restlessly
grabbed and kneaded her breasts.

My mother frantically pushed my face and hands away, "Xiao'er, let go! You've had too much to drink, let go... I
'm your mother! Don't..." Before she could finish her sentence, I seized the opportunity and covered her lips with mine.
Because she was speaking with her mouth open, I easily slipped my tongue into her mouth and greedily sucked on her
little tongue.

My mother had been pushing my hands away from her chest with both hands, but now she could only struggle to pull her hands back and
forcefully push my head away. I was determined not to let go, no matter how much my mother struggled, while my
unguarded hand quickly occupied her chest, easily slipping inside the top of her robe, pushing off her
bra and fastening it to her alluring breasts. My mother's breasts weren't large, but they were quite ample, of a moderate size, and well
-maintained , still full and firm, easily grasped in one hand.

I instantly felt a rush of heat to my head, but this feeling was immediately
masked by a sharp pain on my tongue. I cried out in pain, releasing my mouth, and instinctively withdrew my hand. It turned out my mother
had bitten my tongue in a moment of panic. My mother looked at me with a mixture of surprise, fear, and worry as
I clutched my mouth and cried out in pain. After a brief pause, she immediately jumped off the bed and went out the door. I knew she was going to sleep on the third floor.

By this time, I was mostly sober. Recalling what had just happened, I slapped my forehead and collapsed back into bed.
I slept in an extremely uncomfortable position until dawn. I woke up, stared blankly at the ceiling for a while
, then jumped out of bed. Seeing that I wasn't wearing pajamas, I carefully went up to the third floor. I took a shower first, then put on
my pajamas and came out again, hesitating whether to go back to the second floor or check on my mother.

Finally, I quietly pushed open the bedroom door on the third floor. In the dim light from the living room, I saw my mother
lying on her side with her back to the door, breathing evenly. I breathed a sigh of relief, stood at the door for a moment, then walked to the bedside, gently
climbed bed, and crawled under the covers, lying flat beside my mother. My mother's warm body heat, with each breath
, traveled through her back to my arm, rising and falling, so close yet so far. The feeling was strange, just like the emotional
relationship between us now, indescribable. I rolled over and hugged my mother from behind, burying my head in the back of her neck,
lying quietly. My mother stirred, as if waking up.

"Mom, I'm sorry..."

My mother let out a long sigh, moved her hand, then took my hand that was wrapped around her waist, opened my palm,
and then used her other hand to trace words on my palm. I understood that she was writing. When I was very little, I often
played with her like this, and for a time I enjoyed it immensely. Over time, I was able to use this method for simple
communication. I carefully felt what she was writing, and then I wrote my reply in her palm.

"Is it because of Mom? Does your tongue still hurt?"

"A little, but it's okay!"

"Why did you do this? Didn't I tell you before I sent you abroad?"

"I don't know! I just love Mom! I can't control my heart!"

"No! We're mother and son."

"But I love you! No one loves you more than me!"

"Not all love is the same!"

"My love is different from other sons'! I believe you understand!"

"What good is love? We can't be together. We're mother and son."

"Mother and son can be together! Haven't you read about it in books? Such relationships do exist."

"Those are just in books, maybe only in legends."

"No! We have relationships like that around us!" "

Nonsense!"

"Really, Aunt Fei and Qin Gang are like that."

"..." At this point, the mother suddenly seemed to freeze.

After a while, I heard her speak to me: "You're not talking nonsense, are you? How could that be? Don't overthink it
! You're all grown up now, it's time to find a girlfriend. Once you have a good girl, you won't think like that anymore."

I quickly said, "It's true! I'm not talking nonsense, Qin Gang told me himself!"

"You guys... you're just making things up! Who would believe that?"

"I believe you! Beautiful lady, if I can prove all of this, will you accept me?" "

Nonsense! Stop indulging in your delusions, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll have to take you to see a psychologist
!"

"No! I swear to God, everything I said is true!..."

"Alright, no one listens to your nonsense, not even the heavens hear your vows!" My mother said, pushing me away and getting out of bed.
As she left, she said, "I'm not going to talk nonsense with you anymore. Go to sleep!"

I replied, "I'll produce evidence to show you. I'm telling the truth.
There are plenty of ! You just wait!"

Lying in bed, I reflected on my mother's reaction. It seemed she wasn't as averse to forbidden love as before,
or perhaps the opinions printed from books and the internet had some effect. However, she still could
n't accept this relationship herself. The best way to get her to open up was to show her real-life examples,
and Aunt Fei and Qin Gang were the perfect candidates. But how could I get them to prove it? Ask my mother
? That was impossible.

Ask Aunt Fei and Qin Gang to speak for me? That didn't seem to work either; this kind of relationship was best kept secret.
So there was only one way—to film them together. But how? Let Qin Gang film it himself?
Knowing him as I do, if I told him, he wouldn't film it and would definitely beat me up. As for Aunt Fei, that was
out of the question. I racked my brains until dawn, and there was only one way: to secretly film it myself! Having made up my mind, I started to plan
carefully .

The next day at noon, I took a day off and drove straight to Taichung. I was going to find Old Han,
a . Old Han had also been injured in that exercise, losing an eye, and then retired
. With the government's support, he ran a military supplies store. Old Han's shop was well-stocked and professional
; you could say it had everything except weapons.

I bought some fruit and the tea Old Han liked to drink.
When we met, we naturally exchanged pleasantries. My visit to see Old Han wasn't without reason; I was bound to come sooner or later. But I had another, more
important matter to attend to: I needed to find a military-grade wireless receiver/camera. These things are hard to come by; it's easy to get
the average , but the really good ones are rare. However, I knew Old Han must have them.

I spent some time with Old Han over tea, and then, while other customers were browsing the shop, I got up and looked around.
I didn't find anything I liked, but I still picked out a pair of binoculars. I asked Old Han how much they cost, and he chuckled
and said they were a freebie. I grinned and put them in my bag. As I pretended to leave, I suddenly asked him if he had any hidden cameras
. Old Han thought for a moment and said he did have one, but it was a bit expensive, so he didn't display it openly. He then rummaged through the shelf
for a while and took down a small box.

He asked me what I needed it for.

I already had an excuse in mind and told him I was looking for it for a friend who studies animals; he wanted to use it to film animals in the forest.

He nodded and said it was a good thing; it could simultaneously house multiple hidden cameras and transmit
video with very high resolution. By plugging a wireless receiver with the set frequency into a computer's USB port, you could
view high-definition images. However, since it wasn't a satellite signal receiver, the receiving distance was limited, not exceeding
50 meters.

I was excited and asked how much it cost.

Old Han said, "If you're using it, it's a free gift; if someone else is using it…"

I explained that I understood and immediately took out 50,000 yuan in cash from my bag and gave it to him. He immediately returned 20,000 yuan to me.

I thanked him profusely, then asked how to use it before packing up and leaving.

That evening after work, I said goodbye to my mother and went to Aunt Fei's house. Qin Gang was a little surprised but also quite happy to see me
, while Aunt Fei busied herself buying groceries and cooking. While I was talking to Qin Gang, I was also looking him around.
Their house, the new one they moved into after I left Taipei, is a comfortable and spacious three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment.

Qin Gang helped Aunt Fei in the kitchen, and I saw the mother and son working together seamlessly, their
eyes filled with love as they looked at each other. I left the kitchen and looked around the bedrooms. One guest room was
very tidy, clearly occupied, and diagonally opposite it was Qin Gang's bedroom. I went in and looked around
, and could tell that it wasn't often used.

Passing through another small living room, I opened Aunt Fei's bedroom door and immediately saw two large pillows on the bed. I
smiled knowingly. Seeing the mother and son still oblivious to what was happening, I immediately opened my
bag and took out three specially made hidden cameras disguised as tiny buttons and two sound receivers.

Entering Aunt Fei's bedroom, I placed one camera on the lampshade of the ceiling—
it was difficult . The second camera was placed in the gap of the wardrobe beside the bed, even more invisible. Finally,
one was stuck to the clothes hanger facing the bed. I then slipped the sound receiver, disguised as a playing card, under the blanket. After
finishing , I felt a little nervous and excited.

That evening, I enjoyed a hearty meal thanks to the warm hospitality of Aunt Fei and her son, and unsurprisingly, Aunt Fei insisted I stay the night
. Aunt Fei said she hadn't come home for years, and since tomorrow was the weekend, she suggested we stay for two days
and go back on Sunday. I was more than happy to oblige.

That night, I saw Qin Gang go back to his bedroom to sleep. I lay in bed unable to sleep, waiting for Qin Gang
to open the door, but nothing came. I fell asleep disappointed just before dawn. The next day, Qin
Gang spent the day at his auto repair shop and then went back to his house. During dinner,
while the mother and son were busy serving the dishes, I secretly dissolved a piece of Viagra I had prepared beforehand into Qin Gang's soup bowl…

That night, I pretended to be tired, turned off the lights early, and went to bed, waiting for the show to begin. Not long after I turned off the lights, I heard
the sound of Qin Gang's door opening. I waited a moment, got up, turned on my laptop, plugged in the USB receiver
, and put on my headphones. The computer screen was completely black, with only a faint light allowing me to identify Aunt Fei's
room —the light coming through the large window behind the curtains. A clear whisper came through the headphones.
I also opened the screen recording software on my computer; my primary
goal .

"Xiaoxiao's here, what brings you here…"

"It's nothing, he's already asleep."

"Don't let them find out…"

What followed was a series of kisses, followed by increasingly heavy breathing .

I stared intently at the screen, able to discern a tangled body writhing in the darkness. My
breathing grew heavier, a strange excitement rising within me. I've watched countless pornographic films, but none have ever excited me like this. I
was incredibly curious about the state of mind of the usually elegant Aunt Fei when her son, Qin Gang, was having sex with her! Their bodies entwined more intensely
, and I heard a soft moan escape a woman's throat. I began to hate the darkness again; it
prevented me from seeing this real sex scene unfolding.

"Uh… um… ah…"

The man's heavy breathing and the woman's suppressed moans were incredibly arousing.

"Ah!" A high-pitched groan came through the earpiece.

This was clearly a sign that the woman was approaching orgasm.

Then, a scene that delighted me appeared; the screen lit up. Someone had turned on the bedside lamp.
I saw two naked bodies intertwined, one on top of the other, one lying prone, one on the bedside table—and the one on top was none other than Qin Gang
! A pair of smooth, full legs were wrapped around his waist—undoubtedly Aunt Fei's legs.

I shifted the camera to another angle and saw Aunt Fei's
face, flushed with a mixture of shyness and desire, in the dim light. Her two erect, white breasts stood proudly proudly. Just as I was wondering if they were done so quickly
, and how incompetent Qin Gang was, I saw him reach into the bedside table and pull something out. He then hurriedly but carefully
tore at it with his hands. I immediately realized he was getting a condom; the real show was just beginning.

Qin Gang quickly put the condom on his erect penis. I thought to myself that this guy
's penis seemed pretty good—thick and hard, no worse than mine. Maybe it was thanks to my Viagra, ha!

Qin Gang leaned down again, his mouth taking one of Aunt Fei's nipples into his mouth, his hands
roaming between her plump buttocks and inner thighs. The brief respite of her heavy breathing and moans instantly returned. After kissing her for a moment, Qin Gang straightened up, knelt down
, and, with one hand supporting Aunt Fei's knees, guided his erect penis to her vulva
, then slowly thrust his hips forward.

I saw Aunt Fei grip the sheet with one hand and place the other to her mouth, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

She let out a soft "Ah, um!" as Qin Gang's penis slowly entered her.

I couldn't resist reaching down to my crotch and stroking my erect penis.

My eyes were fixed on the mother and son in the scene, who were actually having sex.

The son, Qin Gang, began by gently pulling and quickly
thrusting . Each thrust elicited an excited moan from her, followed by
a loud "smack" as his hips slapped against her buttocks. This repeated dozens of times, until Fang Fei's excited
moans became increasingly loud, her head occasionally tilting back.

Qin Gang then supported his mother's ample buttocks with his hands, moving her back slightly. He then placed her legs on his
shoulders , leaning forward and supporting himself on the bed. This
position, with his hands on the bed, allowed him to raise his mother's buttocks, making the entrance to her vagina more suitable for his thrusting.

"Fei, I'm here." Qin Gang said, smoothing his mother's hair with one hand,
then started thrusting his hips rapidly. A hard penis appeared and disappeared,
moving in and out of his mother's honey hole like a machine piston.

"Ah...ah...um...uh ah..."

"Slap! Slap!..."

The creaking of the large bed rang out along with it. Was this a symphony of lovemaking?

Fang Fei's hands, which had been gripping the sheets, were now wrapped around her son's neck. Her face was filled with excitement,
completely devoid her usual dignified demeanor, her fair neck constantly stretching upwards. Suddenly, during one of his thrusts, Qin Gang's penis slipped out of
his mother's vagina. He had to use his hand to guide it back into place and forcefully insert it all the way in. Fang Fei, beneath him,
involuntarily arched her back slightly before falling back onto the bed.

Seeing his mother's reaction, Qin Gang simply repeated the process, pulling his penis all the way to her vulva and then forcefully...
The thrusting continued unabated until Fang Fei, the mother, suddenly let out a high-pitched moan, releasing her hands and trembling
slightly. The son had brought his mother to the climax of pleasure. Qin Gang then lowered his mother's legs and kneaded her,
wiping the hot sweat from her face, gently kissing her cheeks and lips, his large hand
kneading .

As her ecstatic moans rose again, the son mounted her once more. He lay on his side, embracing her tightly from
behind , his thighs pressed against her buttocks, his penis entering her from below at an angle,
thrusting slowly and steadily, his hands gently caressing her breasts. The mother pulled her legs inward, thrusting her hips back as far as she could to meet
her son's thrusts. The son thrust in hard, whispering in his mother's ear, "Fei, does it feel good?"

The mother responded with a slightly shy moan, "Ah, um!"

After a tender, lingering moment, the son was about to unleash his power again. He knelt behind his mother, whose legs were bent to the side
, and thrust his penis in from the side and rear, fucking
his mother in a "doggy style" position.

This kneeling, side-lying, leg-bent position is my favorite. Countless times I've dreamt of
fucking my mother in this position. But now, Qin Gang is enacting a scene from my dreams in reality. Besides
envy, I feel an even stronger lust. My hand, stroking my erection, quickens, and with a cry, I
ejaculate .

In the scene, the son is also getting excited, shouting and thrusting his penis wildly. The mother, who was lying on her side, is now lying diagonally
, her hands supporting her on the bed, her body
swaying . Suddenly, the son cried out and thrust his penis deep into his mother's honey pot for the last time...
If I went to Qin Gang's house full of anticipation, I left with a sense of smug satisfaction. I
slung the backpack I had brought over my shoulder and left the neighborhood with Aunt Fei and Qin Gang seeing me off.
Besides contained a fascinating
video file.

I had saved the passionate lovemaking between Aunt Fei and my son Qin Gang from the previous night onto a USB drive. I was going to take it
home and find a suitable time to "open the eyes" of my beautiful mother, to let her know that there are many
things in this world she doesn't know, and perhaps many secrets are hidden around her, secrets that could change her outlook on life and
the world.

In a good mood, I drove slowly, occasionally glancing at the scenery on both sides of the road. Passing a
flower shop, I impulsively stopped, went inside, and without hesitation bought a large bouquet of red roses. Then
I drove home, singing all the way. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the house was quiet. The slanting sunlight filtered through the treetops and
through the large glass windows of the living room, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

"I'm home! Where are you, beautiful mother?"

I went up to the study on the second floor and saw my mother busy at the computer. Seeing me come in, before
she could say anything, a large bouquet of red roses was presented to her.

"Oh dear! Why did you buy flowers?" My mother scolded, but she still took the flowers,
smelled them, and placed them on the windowsill. Then she turned to me and asked, "Who buys roses for their own mother? What a mess!"

"Mom! I want to buy them! From now on, I am not only your son, but also your loyal suitor
. I want to seriously pursue my beautiful mother!" I said earnestly.

My mother shook her head helplessly.

"Beautiful mother, I love you!"

My mother raised her hand as if to hit me, so I quickly ran away, went up to the third floor, threw my bag onto my bed, turned on the desktop computer in
the bedroom , plugged in a USB drive, inserted a high-quality empty disc, opened the software,
and typed a few keys. I was going to record the passionate scene between Qin Gang and his mother, Aunt Fei, from last night. After the computer started working,
I went into the bathroom.

After I finished showering, the disc was finished recording. I tested it, and the effect was good. The picture from various angles was quite clear
. I had prepared the video file last night, cutting off a dark section of the video, leaving only a few seconds. The
scene was about 10 seconds in when Qin Gang put on a condom and prepared to officially enter his mother's body.

I took out the disc with satisfaction and went downstairs to my mother's study. I made her a cup of coffee,
then stood behind her chair and gently massaged her shoulders. "Beautiful mom, why are you doing
all this on the weekend? Can't you rest a bit?"

Perhaps she had been sitting for a long time, and my massage was very comfortable. My mother enjoyed it and let me massage her. I
learned this shoulder massage technique from her, a health expert. She said, "Someone called earlier and needed this urgently.
" As she spoke, she moved the mouse to send the document to her email and then tried to stand up.

I quickly pressed her down and said, "Beautiful mom, don't move. Let me give you a proper massage and show you my technique!"

My mother smiled and sat back down happily. I lowered the automatically adjustable chair a little and began to carefully
massage her shoulders and neck. Massage is also an important part of traditional Chinese medicine health preservation, and my mother is an expert in this field.
So, as I massaged her, I listened to her explain the principles. We talked more and more, and the conversation drifted further and further away. We talked about massage to treat cervical
spondylosis, and before we knew it, we were talking about skin care, and from skin care, we drifted to other things.

I suddenly blurted out, "I heard that women's skincare includes intimate area care. Does your spa
offer that?"

My mother was amused by my question but didn't know how to answer for a moment: "Who told you that?"

"Ha, it's all over the TV commercials now. Why would I need to know? People at work have mentioned it in conversations."

"Yes, it does, but it's not that common. As living standards improve and society progresses, people's awareness of skincare
naturally follows suit in all aspects."

I smiled mischievously and asked, "So, beautiful lady, do you take care of that area too?"

But the answer I got was my mother raising her hand and slapping my hand: "You, as a son
, ask all sorts of questions. It's not right!"

I chuckled and continued massaging, thinking that my mother must have tried those skincare products herself.

My gaze fell on the calendar on the table. Looking at the date, it was September. Suddenly, I remembered something: "Honey
, next Friday is your birthday!"

"Hmm," she nodded casually.

"Then we should celebrate properly!"

"Celebrate what? Don't tell anyone at work! I already told everyone my birthday was a long time ago."

"Oh, then we should celebrate properly at home! Don't worry about home, I'll pick out a nice gift for you."
" You!"

"You, the best gift is just to stop messing around with me." My mind was already on how to celebrate my mother's
birthday .

Before going to bed that night, I chatted with Qin Gang online.

I mischievously asked him: "How's it going, buddy? I've been at your house for the past two days, pretending that no
one You must be feeling really stifled, right? Did your little brother complain?

" Qin Gang: "Hehe, I have strong self-control."

Me: "Get lost! You slept at Aunt Fei's place yesterday, thinking I didn't know."

Qin Gang: "You little bastard! You were eavesdropping." (Sent a murderous emoji)

Me: "No, I just went to the bathroom and saw your door wasn't closed properly, so I peeked in. You weren't there!"

I didn't dare tell the truth, knowing I was in the wrong.

Qin Gang: "Oh. How are things between you and Aunt Xiaolin?"

Me: "Still the same." Next week is her birthday, and she said she doesn't want to bother her friends, so I plan to celebrate it myself.

Qin Gang: That's great! This is your chance to shine. Do your best. (A mischievous expression)

Me: I have a question for you, not a joke, answer seriously. Is your Aunt Fei's private area pretty?

Qin Gang: Where?

Me: Right there! I heard that people pay attention to maintaining their private parts now.

Qin Gang: Oh, I think so. You'll know once you succeed.

Me: Hey, are you always very strong when you do it? How many points would you give me out of 10?

Qin Gang: Definitely over 9 points.

Me: You're kidding! How many times a week? Qin Gang: About three times on average. For mature women like them, quality is more important than
quantity, understand? And we love each other, it's not just about sex, understand? You need to respect her feelings.

Me: I don't need you to teach me, I've been there before!

I thought about how Qin Gang used his skills when he was having sex with his mother last night, and I sighed to myself that I lacked experience.
When I wanted to ask him something else, he said he was going to sleep and went offline. In the following days, besides being busy with work every day, I would think about my mother's birthday whenever I had
time .

Finally, another Friday arrived. After noon, I checked my work schedule and there wasn't anything important to do, so I didn't eat lunch at
the company and went home to ask for leave. When I got home, I started decorating. I called
the part-time worker I had arranged in advance. First, I put up 99 carnations, then 999 red roses, and then I set up all kinds of
fairy lights and ribbons, adjusting them one by one. During the day, a worker asked me whose birthday it was, since there were carnations and red
roses . I said it was my girlfriend's and my mother's birthday.

Evening approached, and I waited anxiously for my mother to return, but it was well past her work hours and she hadn't
shown up. I couldn't help but call her. She said on the phone that she had a friend's invitation to a social gathering and couldn't refuse, and wouldn't be back
for a while . I was a little disappointed and asked if the person was male or female, but she didn't answer and hung up.

I sat on the sofa feeling depressed for a while and then called her again to ask where she was. I said I'd come over.

She gave me an address and then said not to come, that she'd be back right away.

I didn't listen to her and drove straight to the place she mentioned.

It was a four-star hotel. I parked the car, wondering where to look, when I saw my mother and a middle-aged man
come out of the door. I stayed in the car, watching them. That man had a round face and
a black mole on his left cheek—it was disgusting! When my mother shook hands to say goodbye, the man held onto her hand tightly, refusing to let go, and even tried to
hug her.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I pushed open the car door, got out, and called out my mother's name: "Zhou Xiaolin!"

They both turned to look at me. I went over, shoved the man aside, and pulled my mother towards the car.

"Who is that man?"

"Xiaoxiao, how can you be so rude!"

"I'm asking you who that man is?"

"A TV program sponsor; we've worked together before..."

"Hmph, ill-intentioned! Don't associate with him anymore! Let's go home!"

My mother forcefully shook off my hand: "What are you doing?"

"Do you know I've been busy at home all afternoon waiting for you to come home for your birthday! And you…"

I was a little emotional, and my mother was stunned.

I turned around, ran to my car, started it, and drove away.

I had seen my mother's car parked next to mine when I arrived, so naturally I would drive back. But after walking for a while, I
gradually calmed down and realized I had gone a bit too far. Thinking about this, my mind returned to
the decorations .

When I got home, I turned off all the lights in the living room, just waiting to surprise my mother when she returned. I heard the sound of
a key being inserted into the lock, followed by the sound of a door being pushed open. At that moment, I pressed all the switches for the background lights,
and instantly, a dazzling array of colorful lights illuminated the room. A few meters away from the entrance, a wall covered in lights
displayed two lines of text in colorful banners: "Happy Birthday, Mom" on the left, and "Zhou Xiaolin, I love you" on the right. Above them
was a banner that read: "Forever and ever." Below the wall was a table with a large cake on it, adorned with
nine candles.

My mother gasped and froze at the door, only releasing her grip on the doorknob after a long pause, her
bag falling to the floor. Just then, the "Happy Birthday" song began playing from the speakers. I rushed over and hugged her tightly, saying
, "Happy birthday!"

My mother hugged me back warmly and emotionally, saying excitedly, "Thank you, son!" She even tilted her head
up and kissed my chin. I immediately returned a passionate kiss, moving from her forehead to her cheeks, and finally sucking
on her red lips. My mother struggled for a moment, but I held her lips firmly in my kiss.

Perhaps feeling a little guilty for not coming home sooner, and also influenced by the atmosphere in front of her, my mother gave up
struggling and let me kiss her, gradually responding to my passionate kisses. My breathing became heavier, and
the hands around my mother's waist became restless, gradually moving downwards. One hand gently caressed her full buttocks encased in her dress,
while the other slowly grasped the hem of her skirt, intending to make a deeper request.

Just as my hand slipped under her skirt and touched my mother's ample thigh, she jerked as if waking from a dream
, pushing me away. Her face was flushed in the lamplight, and she was breathing heavily. We stared at each other for
a good ten seconds before she shyly straightened her clothes and walked towards the cake. I snapped out of my daze and quickly took out
a lighter to light the candles. "Make a wish and blow out the candles!" I urged.

My mother clasped her hands together, made a wish, and blew out the candles. I handed her the knife to cut the cake. She cut a piece
and held it to my lips, but I insisted she eat first. She took a small bite and then handed it to me, which I swallowed whole. We
shared the cake like that. Suddenly, the music from the stereo switched to a romantic and warm melody. I asked my mother...
I put down what I was holding, pulled her to the center of the hall, took her hand in mine, and placed the other on her waist,
gesturing for her to dance. She hesitated for a moment, then followed my steps and danced to the music.

"Mom, how long has it been since you danced?"

"It's been quite a few years. I don't feel like dancing when I have social engagements. It was back when your father was still alive." "

From now on, I'll dance with you! I remember when I was little, Mom and Dad often danced here. From now on, I
'll be Dad's substitute! I'll take care of you and love you in his place!" I looked at my mother with deep emotion. A hint of shyness appeared on my mother's beautiful
face . If I had said this before, she would have given me a reproachful look.

I slowly lowered my head to my mother's head, and finally embraced her.

We danced tenderly to the music...

I slowly raised my head, caressing my mother's beautiful face with my hand, my lips slowly moving towards her fragrant lips
. She, too, was moved by my emotions, closing her eyes and awaiting my kiss! Our four passionate lips met
, releasing our love freely. At that moment, all worries and anxieties vanished. My mother's hands tightly
embraced my back, and my large hands again traced her full hips before slipping under her skirt. The smooth, delicate feel of her beautiful legs
was maddening, like an aphrodisiac that instantly surged my male hormones throughout my body.

I went mad. My lips, capable of melting everything at that moment, traced from my mother's lips to her jade-like neck,
thirstily sucking every inch of her parched skin.

I heard my mother's heavy, soft moans! I felt her growing hot! Her firm breasts
heaved violently, guiding my lips towards them. My hands greedily slid between her legs, grasping and kneading her plump
inner thighs, finally landing on that mysterious mound, where a rising, moist desire was also stirring.
I couldn't wait to explore the deepest secret.

But the passion, like a spring dream, came to an abrupt end once again! My mother grabbed my hand again,
one skirt, and the music had stopped sometime earlier.
At that moment, my mother and I met eyes. My gaze was full of longing, while hers held a hint of
grievance and pleading. My heart melted instantly. Her eyes pained me; I shouldn't have pressured
her like that! I withdrew my hand from under her skirt and embraced her again. Tears streamed down our faces.

After a while, my mother gently got up, wiped the tears from my eyes, and smiled through her sobs,
comforting me just like when I was little, saying, "Xiaoxiao, don't cry!" I wiped away her tears in return.

"Thank you, Xiaoxiao! I haven't had such a wonderful birthday in years! Come on, let's tidy up and go to bed!"

I nodded and silently followed her as we cleaned the living room. Then we went upstairs together.

At the top of the stairs between the second and third floors, I took a thin paper bag, about the size of my palm, from my pocket and handed it to my mother,
saying, "Beautiful Mom, I have a special gift for you. Don't open it yet; look at it before you go to sleep."

She took it and walked towards her bedroom with a suspicious look.

I nervously returned to the third floor.

Inside the small paper bag was the video I had saved and burned—the one I had secretly filmed that day, showing Aunt Fei and her son Qin Gang
in a embrace.
My heart was filled with trepidation and anticipation as I returned to the third floor. I quickly took a shower, grabbed
my it against the headboard, plugged in the wireless receiver for the secret filming, and eagerly turned on the computer, afraid
that if I turned it on any later I would miss something. The screen showed the scene from my mother's room. In the afternoon, I
attached a camera to the side of the TV opposite my mother's bed. I didn't intend to spy on her, so one external
camera was enough; I didn't even put in a microphone. I just wanted to know how my mother would
react after seeing the video. This was very important to me; my mother's reaction would measure how far I was from happiness.

In the video, the bright ceiling light in my mother's bedroom was on. My mother wasn't in the room at the moment; she was probably still taking a shower. On the closed laptop on
the bedside table was the "gift" I had just given her. After waiting for nearly 10 minutes,
my mother appeared in the bedroom wearing a red, low-cut, knee-length spaghetti-strap nightgown. She turned on the bedside lamp first,
then turned off the overhead light, instantly bathing the room in a dim, pinkish light.

She leaned against the headboard, pulled the covers over herself, glanced at the things on the bedside table, reached for my "gift,"
poured the disc out of the small paper bag, examined it, then picked up the laptop from the bedside table, turned it on, and inserted
the disc into the CD drive. The light from the computer screen illuminated my mother's beautiful face. My
heart began to race, and I watched everything on the screen with a touch of nervousness.

My mother's expression suddenly turned to one of surprise. One hand unconsciously went to her mouth, and after about ten seconds
, she abruptly closed the computer. The light from her chest to her head dimmed again. The pink
light from the bedside lamp only allowed me to clearly see the space from the bed to about her chest; I couldn't make out her expression. I only
saw her pause for a moment, then run her hand through her hair, and then slowly lift the computer again, her face full of
surprise , her eyes wide open, her right index finger to her lips, looking utterly bewildered.

About three minutes later, my mother suddenly seemed to wake from a dream, frantically taking out the disc and shutting down
the computer . She placed the disc on the bedside table, then threw it to the floor, finally getting out of bed to retrieve it and putting it
in the drawer. I saw her breathing become slightly rapid. She smoothed her hair behind her back with both hands, then placed her hands on
her cheeks sat silently for a while, and then turned off the light and lay down.

The room was dark, with only a sliver of daylight filtering in from the window to identify my mother's body lying in
bed . I silently stared at the computer screen, which was also now dark. I saw my mother
change her sleeping position three times in a few minutes.

I turned off the computer and the light, then sat silently in the darkness, trying to lie down a few times, but I couldn't fall asleep at all
. I don't know how much time passed. I picked up the clock on the bedside table, pressed the night mode button,
and it showed that it was almost 1 a.m., but I still couldn't fall asleep. There was an indescribable
emptiness and inexplicable tension in my heart, making it impossible for me to calm down and sleep.

I wondered if my mother was feeling the same way. Suddenly, I had an urge to go see her. I
sat up abruptly, jumped onto the carpet, and tiptoed downstairs to the second floor. With the utmost care, I turned the doorknob and opened
the door to my mother's bedroom. The familiar, faint scent of jasmine filled my nostrils. The room was quiet; I could hear my mother's soft
breathing.

I stood at the doorway, hesitating for a few minutes before finally entering. I gently closed the door behind me and
stood by the bed in the darkness for a while, until my eyes had adjusted. From the faint light
filtering tell that my mother was lying on her side, the soft blanket clinging to her body
, outlining the alluring curves of a mature woman. I was mesmerized. I gently climbed into bed, snuggled under
the covers, and pressed myself against her, embracing her beautiful body from behind. A
feeling of profound peace washed over me, and I longed to stay there, holding her, and fall asleep.

But after a while, the restless thoughts in my body started acting up again.
The thing between my legs, pressed against my mother's buttocks, gradually rose, and the feeling of it pitching against my underwear was unbearable. I had to reach down to try and put it
flat against my lower abdomen for a more comfortable position, but once my hand was on the head of that little thing, I couldn't bear to let go, and involuntarily began
to stroke and caress it...

With the caressing, the gates of my lust opened wider and wider, my breathing became heavy, and my reason was gradually overwhelmed
by desire . I lay on my side behind my mother, my lower hand seeking pleasure between my legs,
while my upper hand restlessly went around her waist and touched her pair of full breasts, rubbing them through a soft nightgown
. At this moment, I no longer cared about what would happen if my mother woke up. There's a Chinese idiom, "desire is insatiable," and this
applies to humanity's most primal desires as well.

I reached under my mother's nightgown again, tracing her smooth thighs to her lower abdomen. My fingertips lifted
the edge of her panties, ready to slip inside, but a hand pressed down on her slightly protruding belly. I panicked,
suddenly realizing that my mother's breathing was already uneven, her chest heaving rapidly. She had been awake all along! Yes
, even the deepest sleeper would wake up if I disturbed her like this, let alone my mother, who probably hadn't
slept at all, just like me.

I tensed up slightly, like a thief caught red-handed, but sensing my mother's
state, I boldly freed my hand from hers and moved it up her abdomen to her breasts.
I pushed up her bra, freeing her full breasts to receive my gentle caresses
. My fingertips lightly brushed across the nipples, then I cupped one in my palm, kneading and caressing it, unleashing
all the experience I had accumulated over the past 20 years in treating this sacred object with reverence.

My mother's breathing quickened, and her body gently shifted in my arms. My other hand slipped under her neck
, invading the top of her low-cut nightgown to claim the other breast. My lips, burning with desire,
kissed my mother's neck and shoulders. Desire ignited between us, quickly escalating; the only
sound our increasingly heavy breathing.

My hand reached again towards the edge of her underwear below her abdomen, but was once again firmly pressed down by my alert
mother . I understood her meaning; she wouldn't let me disarm myself today. I
wrote "I understand" in her palm with my finger. Then I tore open my robe and pulled down my underwear,
my erection pressing against my mother's full buttocks.

I pushed my mother's nightgown up above her waist, shifted my hips slightly, and used my hand to insert my raging penis between
her thighs. I then used my hand to bring her bent legs together, thus enveloping my eager penis
in the triangle formed by her buttocks and thighs. I gently lifted and lowered my hips, and my penis began to thrust in and out. As it
rose, I could feel the warm, wet sensation emanating from the woman's private parts, separated only by her underwear.

While the pleasure of this simulated intercourse wasn't as intense as actual vaginal penetration, the stimulation
from more than made up for it. My hands
roamed over her body, caressing her breasts while exploring her shapely, well-proportioned thighs. My mother's heavy breathing began to be punctuated by occasional low moans, each
one enough to stimulate my nerves.

My hands, no longer content with her thighs, suddenly climbed up to the area covered by her panties,
caressing her almost greedily like a thirsty fish finding water again. My mother was struck by this sudden stimulation,
letting out an uncontrollable moan: "Ah..." She then tried to cover herself with her hands in a panic, but
my wrist was grabbed again.

I kissed my mother's earlobe while breathing heavily, whispering, "It's just outside," as I continued to
point there with my finger. Although my mother still held my wrist, she relaxed, allowing me to act boldly
there . My hands braced against the bed, and I increased the speed of my thrusts.

"Mmm, uh... ah." My mother's short, labored breaths and suppressed moans reached my ears. A wet, slippery
sensation came from my hands; it was the love fluid from my mother's soaked panties, which also coated
my penis, making the penetration smoother and the pleasure more intense.

I knelt up and gripped my mother's waist tightly, increasing the friction of my penis against her buttocks. Finally, an uncontrollable
tingling pleasure surged up my spine, and I quickly withdrew my penis, but it was too late; a spurt of semen
gushed out . I could only awkwardly let it finish spraying, then hurriedly turned on the bedside lamp to wipe my mother clean. Most of the sticky
clumps landed on her nightgown piled around her waist, and a few spots also stained the blanket in front of her.
I didn't know how to clean up the mess.

Thankfully, a moment after the light was on, my mother quietly got up, grabbed her nightgown, and ran to the bathroom. I quickly got
out of bed, rolled up the soiled blanket, took it to the laundry room, and changed it into a clean blanket
. After doing all that, I didn't know what to do again, sitting restlessly on the edge of the bed, naked. I
wanted to go to the bathroom, but my mother locked the door when I tried to open it. The bathroom and shower room here are combined; the bathroom is
on the outside , and the shower room is separated by a glass door inside.

My mother heard me open the door and called out from inside, "I need some peace and quiet. Go back upstairs!"

"...Mom, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, go back!"

I listened inside; all I could hear was the sound of running water.

After thinking for a moment, I turned and grabbed my pajamas and underwear before going back upstairs.

The next day, I woke up late in the morning. Since it was the weekend, I hadn't set an alarm, but
usually my mother would knock on the door to urge me not to stay in bed. Today, she didn't. I thought for a moment and quickly got up,
going straight to the second floor without clothes on. My mother wasn't there. I went downstairs, but still no one. However, I found
a note she had left on the kitchen table. It said she had gone to the yoga studio and would be visiting a friend at Guangshan Temple in the suburbs that afternoon.

I knew that a very famous female abbess at that nunnery was a friend of my father's when he was alive.
She had helped the temple when it was in dire need. After my father passed away, all the monks and nuns in the temple spontaneously held a seven-day
memorial service for him free of charge. So my mother later became friends with that old nun and would visit the nunnery every year to offer
incense and pray for peace. My mother said this wasn't superstition; seeking peace of mind was a form of psychological suggestion, and the monks' self-cultivation
was also a way of maintaining health.

That day, I stayed home, looking at some work documents, and then just spacing out. At 3 pm,
I busied myself making dinner, cooking every kind of dish I had learned to make in the past 20 years. It was
only four dishes and a soup, but it still took me three hours. When my mother came home, I still hadn't finished.
My mother seemed to be in good spirits, which put my mind at ease.

As my mother changed her shoes, she asked, "Which way did the sun rise today?"

"From the west! Look, it just rose!" We both laughed. My

mother's smile was so radiant; even the faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes added to her mature charm
. At the dinner table, I suggested having some wine, but my mother stopped me, telling me to sit down and eat, saying she had something to tell me. I
pretended to sit upright and listened to her.

My mother chuckled and said, "You seem different today. Have you learned your lesson?"

"Hehe, I've always been good, beautiful mother. What is it you want to say?"

"Really? Then will you listen to me?"

I saluted and said, "Yes!"

"Heh, I ran into an old friend on my way back today. We talked about you, and I asked her to find you a
girlfriend her tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow?"

"What, you don't agree? You just said you'd listen to me! Fine, forget I said anything, and you didn't say what you just said either
!" My mother angrily picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

I quickly said, "Okay...okay! I'll go. Don't be angry, it's not good to eat when you're angry."

My mother's anger turned to joy, and she gestured for me to eat quickly.

I was so depressed I had no appetite. I ate a quick meal and went back downstairs, feeling a wave of despondency. I
was already thinking about how to avoid it the next day when my mother came over and told me she had just spoken to someone again, arranged a meeting place
, and asked me to meet them at a tea restaurant at 3 pm the next day. I listlessly agreed.

I still couldn't think of a good plan. I considered asking Qin Gang for help, but then I thought he would laugh at me, so I
gave up decided that when I met them the next day, I should behave poorly and find an excuse to leave, so they
would naturally not like me.

The next afternoon, my mother carefully dressed me up, gave me several instructions, and sent me
out . Instead of going directly to the agreed-upon place, I first wandered around a nearby aquarium,
planning to return in half an hour later. I stared at my watch; time seemed to drag on…

Just as I realized it was almost time to go to the appointment, Qin Gang called to ask where I was.

I said I was wandering around.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment before telling me to go to his auto repair shop, saying that someone there was constantly
on the phone, and judging from the conversation, I might know this person.

I didn't quite understand what Qin Gang meant, and when I asked him, he stammered. I was getting angry and yelled into the phone
, "When did you become like this? A sissy?"

Qin Gang then said, "That guy knows Aunt Xiaolin, and he seems to have bad intentions. He kept
talking about Aunt Xiaolin on the phone, it's disgusting! I want to beat him up, and if you don't come, I'll do it myself!"

I was furious and yelled into the phone, "Leave him to me!"

After saying that, I went out, got in my car, and drove straight to Qin Gang's place. It wasn't far, and I arrived there 15 minutes later
. As soon as I got out of the car, a man wearing a white chef's uniform with a plaster on his face grabbed me. I looked
closely and realized it was Qin Gang.

I asked him why he was dressed like that.

He said it was his company, and if he wanted to hit someone, he should disguise himself first. He was wearing
the clothes , and asked if I wanted to change.

I said, "Change my ass! Where's the person you're talking about?"

Qin Gang pointed to a car repair shop not far away and said, "That's him, he's been talking for
almost half an hour."

I saw a man pacing back and forth outside the shop, talking on his phone. He looked familiar, and as I
got closer, I saw that he had a round face and a disgusting mole. It was the man who
had come out . I listened carefully to what he was saying.

Qin Gang quietly handed me a wrench.

"Hehe, Director Liu, once I've got that woman sorted out, I'll make sure you get your revenge after one round!
Hehe , Zhou Xiaolin is a real stunner, hasn't let anyone touch her in all these years, her crotch is probably still
red, haha!" The round-faced man chuckled lewdly. "If you have any good stuff, don't forget to share
it , haha! I just love this kind of taste. Young girls are boring, Zhou Xiaolin is just the right kind of girl, top-notch!
We brothers have the same taste..."

He stopped there, and my wrench struck his spine. Qin Gang kicked
him to the ground, but the guy was tough. He yelled and tried to get up, so I kicked him again and pounced on him, punching and
hammering him with the wrench.

"You fucking bastard, you filthy scumbag, I'll show you what you're capable of saying! I'll show you what you're capable of saying!"

If Qin Gang hadn't pulled me up and told me not to kill him, I really would have beaten him to death! Qin Gang
pulled me away quickly, got into his car on the side of the road, started the engine, and drove off the street. On the way, Qin Gang asked me to
drop him off; he needed to return the clothes and also check things out, since it was his territory. I nodded, let
him out of the car, still angry, having completely forgotten about meeting the person. I found a bar, downed
two bottles of liquor, and then left.

When I got in the car to go home, the lights that were always on 24/7
weren't working today, which I found strange. I found my parking spot entirely by the headlights. I grumbled a few times and got out of the car.
The instant I closed the door, everything went black. Just as I realized someone had put a sack over my head, I was
struck several times with a heavy stick and kicked. I only heard someone shout, "You little brat, you've got a death wish, daring to hit anyone!"

Then a blow to the head came, and I heard nothing more…

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Some related side stories. Now let's read the main text:

I opened my eyes again and saw the world. Everything was white—a white room, a white bed, a white
ceiling, white curtains. My nostrils were filled with the smell of Lysol. This was a private room in the hospital.

I raised my hand and felt some pain. My left arm was still wrapped in gauze, but I could feel that the bone wasn't broken.
Suddenly, I felt something strange on my head—numb and a little painful. I touched it and found it was also wrapped in gauze. But
when I touched it, I was shocked—my hair! My hair had been shaved off. It seemed like a serious injury; they shaved it to prevent infection
.

A sliver of pale red sunlight slanted in. I judged the time; it should be evening. I tried hard
to recall what had happened, but my head ached from thinking so much that I could only remember being hit on the head in the underground parking lot. I also
vaguely remembered hearing people crying and shouting. Oh, it was my mother crying. I think I could also hear Aunt Fei and Qin Gang's voices
...

The door opened, and I saw my mother walk in with a thermos. She looked a little haggard, and her eyes were red.
It was heartbreaking to see her like that. "Mom," I called out. My mother's face lit up with surprise, then tears
welled up . She went to the bedside, touched my hand, and said, "You're awake! You scared me to death!" I tried hard to control
my emotions. My mother forced a smile and said, "Mom, I'm fine. I'll be better in a few days. It's just that my
hair might take some time to grow back to its original size." "It's better that you're alright. Qin Gang already
told me..." "I've already called the police. They caught those guys quickly through the surveillance cameras. They were
unemployed men with criminal records hired by the person you beat up. But you and Qin Gang also assaulted someone, so the police will come here to question you.
Qin Gang has already been detained. I paid some fines, and I've hired a lawyer. He should be
released , and then everything should be fine. Your situation is special, so you'll avoid detention, but you'll still have to pay a fine."

"Qin Gang was detained?" "That's already pretty good. I got help from a friend; otherwise, it would have taken at least half a month."
"That bastard... I said you... I said you... you deserved to be hit!" My whole body ached from the excitement, and I grimaced.
My mother said, "Alright, don't worry about that. Getting better is the key now. Come and eat something. The doctor
said 'll wake up at night, but you're healthy, so you woke up a little earlier. I cooked some porridge, come and eat some." My mother
opened her thermos, and the aroma of hot porridge filled the air. My mother gestured for me not to move and then fed me with a spoon. Every
time my mother leaned over to bring the porridge to my lips, I deliberately slowed down, taking the opportunity to get
closer to my mother's face and smell her faint feminine fragrance.

"Eat properly, why are you looking at me?" My mother noticed my strange behavior. "It's beautiful. I like looking at you!"

My mother looked a little shy and glanced around. Although it was a private room, she still instinctively glanced at me. "Mom!"

"Hmm? What's wrong?" "Mom, please don't let anyone introduce me to girlfriends anymore, okay?" My mother nodded
, sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed my hand, and said, "Mom really regrets it. If I hadn't let you go to meet that person that day, and
if you had been home, I could have stopped you, and this wouldn't have happened. Do you know how dangerous that was? If it weren't for another resident's
car coming back, finding the lights off, and shouting for security, which scared those three people away, you would have...
you ..."

My mother's eyes welled up with tears again. "Mom, don't cry! You won't be pretty if you cry." My mother wiped away her tears and
tidied up her messy things.

"Mom, I need to pee, can you help me?" My mother quickly told me not to move, and took out a commode from under the bed
, gesturing for me to turn to the side. I endured the aches and pains all over my body and turned to the side with my
mother
's help. Seeing my pained expression, my mother simply reached under my blanket, pulled off my old hospital gown and underwear, and put my penis into the commode. As I peed, I was somewhat surprised by how quickly my mother moved, and couldn't help but look at her. It wasn't until I
finished urinating, and she took the commode and our eyes met, that she realized I was looking at her.
A slight , and she said, "You little rascal, what mischief are you up to now?" Then she turned and went out to clean
the commode.

Before it got dark, two policemen came and took a detailed statement from me in the ward, questioning me in great detail about why we
hit someone and how I was beaten. Before they left, I asked them
how the fat guy with the mole on his face was doing. We said that the fat guy wasn't much better off than me, except that he didn't have this on his head, but his body was in
much worse shape. After giving me a few words of advice, one of the policemen muttered to himself, "That guy's reputation is
ruined now, and it's even dragged the TV station down with him. The headline in the newspapers is 'A Hypocritical Beast in Human Clothing'..."

I had told my mother to go home and rest that night, as there were nurses here, but she was worried and stayed,
sleeping on the small bed next to me to keep me company. I turned off the lights, and my mother and I lay on our respective beds. Through the light streaming
in , I could see her lying on her small bed, facing me. "Mom, why don't you come
sleep here? I want to talk to you." "Isn't it the same here?" "It's a whisper; won't someone
overhear?" My mother hesitated for a moment, then took the blanket and pillow and lay down beside me, still facing me.
I endured the pain and turned to face her, taking her hand and whispering, "Mom, I love you, more than anyone else in the
world ." She tried to pull her hand away, but I held it back. "Don't find me any more girlfriends, okay?"

This time, my mother nodded and softly replied. "Mom, even if you can't accept me now, I'll wait,
for as many years as you want. I'm not afraid of you getting old, I'll wait!" My mother reached out and put her hand to my lips,
stopping continuing, but I gently kissed her hand. My mother playfully pressed my philtrum with her thumb
and whispered, "Little bandit!" "I am a bandit, Mom's little bandit." As I said this, I teasingly reached out to touch
my mother 's chest, but she quickly grabbed my hand. "No. Xiaoxiao, wait until you're better, after you're discharged from the hospital..." These words
were a huge surprise to me, and I blurted out, "Mom, you accept me?" My mother immediately
covered my mouth, her movements somewhat flustered. "You just said..." "Don't say it! Keep your voice down." My mother's
voice was shy and nervous. "You still haven't answered me?" I seized the opportunity to deliberately ask loudly. My mother quickly replied, "Alright
, you win. We'll talk about it after you're discharged from the hospital." I was overjoyed. At this moment, my mother whispered,
"I went to Guangnian Nunnery the other day and chatted with the nun for a long time. She noticed my worries and had me draw a fortune stick. I told her
it was about marriage. After looking at it, she said, 'Your marriage is destined, you can only let it be. If you can't fulfill your destiny today, there won't
be a tomorrow.'"

After saying that, she picked up the blanket and went back to her small bed. My heart, however, flew to the future, wishing I could be
discharged from the hospital right now!

The next morning, when I woke up, I saw that my mother was already up, simply tidying her hair and clothes.
My mind immediately recalled my mother's words from the night before, and I felt an indescribable flutter. Even
my little brother, was excitedly standing up, but at the same time, a sudden urge to urinate came over me. "Mom, I need to pee!" My mother heard this and went to get
the potty, still helping me to turn to my side, and put the potty under my blanket. I had already taken my penis out myself.
When my mother was helping me put it into the potty, she paused for a moment and tried to pull her hand back, but I, who had been planning this all along, pressed it down.

My mother must have been a little embarrassed when she noticed that my penis was hard and erect. I grabbed her hand,
and three of her fingers pinched my penis as I finished urinating. But instead of letting her pull her hand away, I
took the opportunity shove my entire erect penis into her palm, then gripped her hand tightly and began to stroke it back and forth.
My mother tried to pull her hand away twice, but I grabbed it each time. Seeing that I was enduring the pain to do this, she blushed and let me do it
.

My mother's hands were smooth and delicate; one hand couldn't fully enclose the length of my penis, the entire glans extending beyond
her palm. She gently stroked the foreskin in rhythm with my movements, and pleasure spread from the center of her body throughout my
being . I wanted to savor my mother's warm, smooth hands a little longer, but seeing her frequently glancing towards the door with a shy and anxious
expression, I couldn't bear it. I quickened my pace, no longer enduring the pleasure, and let it erupt. Finally, I
let out a soft moan, my thick, powerful penis trembled a few times, and all my semen shot into the toilet.

For the next two days, my mother spent most of her time at the hospital, except for work. After two days, seeing that I was much better, she
no longer needed to go through the trouble of running back and forth between the company and the hospital. Aunt Fei visited me once during this time. On the third day, Qin
Gang came to see me. I told myself I had dragged myself into this mess, but I said I was the one who caused it, and besides, I'm fine now, so
let's not talk about it anymore! Before leaving, Qin Gang mysteriously asked me how things were with my mother. I made an "OK" sign with my hand and
told him I'd get a gift when I was discharged. I looked forward to getting better every day, and to being discharged. Half a month later, the gauze
on my head was removed, and the stitches were taken out. The doctor said the recovery was good, but it would leave
a scar, though it wouldn't be visible once my hair grew back. I eagerly asked the doctor if I could be discharged,
but the answer was that I needed to be observed for a few more days until the soft tissue contusions healed. I said it wasn't necessary,
but my mother insisted I listen to the doctor. So, I had to spend another seven agonizing days in the hospital.

Finally, I was discharged from the hospital. That day, my mother had to meet a foreign client she absolutely had to see, so I told her to go about her business and asked Qin
Gang to drive me home. It felt so good to be home. I threw away all the things I'd used in the hospital, plopped down
on the sofa, and let out a long sigh of relief. Qin Gang then said to me, "What's up? Something good tonight?" He pulled a box from
his pocket and tossed it to me, saying it was a gift to celebrate my discharge. I took it and saw it was a box of
condoms…

After Qin Gang left, I took a shower. In the bathroom, looking at my naked reflection in the mirror, I naturally thought of
the box Qin Gang had given me, and I thought of my mother. In the past, I would have definitely
masturbated in front of the mirror, but today I restrained myself. I decided to use my strength wisely, and that "meat gun" wouldn't
be wasted from today onwards.

I prepared a table of dinner early, waiting for my mother to come home. While waiting for her, I was a
little uneasy, even having wild thoughts that she wouldn't come back. Until I heard the door open, I couldn't wait to rush over and
hug my mother who had just pushed the door open. "Mom, you're back!" My mother said, both surprised and happy. "I really couldn't avoid it
today , so I didn't go to the hospital to pick you up." "I understand! But you have to make it up to me." I said
, and kissed my mother. My mother struggled shyly for a moment, but I still kissed her lips as I wished. I
savored the fragrance of her lips, my tongue darting into her mouth, entwining with hers, exchanging saliva. Of course, I
wasn't content with just a kiss; my large hands instinctively roamed over my mother's back and hips. Finally, one hand slipped
under her skirt along her thigh. At that moment, my mother pushed my head away, panting, "No,
no now…" I looked at her blushing face, kissed it lightly, and released her. My mother said,
"I'm going to the bathroom, let's eat!" and quickly went to the bathroom.

My mother was rather quiet during the meal, her eyes constantly glancing at me with a flickering gaze. I kept putting
food on her plate. After the meal, I also took care of clearing the dishes, while my mother, unusually, sat in the living room watching TV. My
heart fluttered slightly as I sat down beside her, staring at the TV, but I couldn't concentrate on anything. My mind
was elsewhere; I was just waiting for my mother to say she was done and go to sleep. But she seemed to be in a very high mood today, constantly
changing channels. I suddenly thought, maybe she's still a little shy? So I got up and said I was going to sleep, then
whispered in her ear, "I'll wait for you." After saying that, I went upstairs to the third floor and took my blanket and pillow to
my mother's bedroom on the second floor. I took a nice shower and then crawled into bed to wait.

It was a long wait; I felt like several hours had passed and my mother still hadn't returned. I was getting incredibly impatient
, but when I checked the time, less than 90 minutes had passed. I had no choice but to be patient and wait. Finally, my mother returned to the second floor.
I had already decided to wait for her quietly, not to rush, otherwise it might all be for nothing. So when she came in, I
just lay there quietly. My mother went to the bathroom, and I could vaguely hear the sound of water running in the bathroom. My mind
involuntarily conjured up images of my mother's voluptuous and alluring body, her smooth and silky shoulders, her full and rounded breasts, and
her waist... I first stripped myself naked under the covers, just waiting for my mother to get into bed. My mother's bath
seemed unusually long this time...

She finally came out of the bathroom, wearing a white slip dress. She first dried her hair with a hairdryer,
then turned around and turned off the lights before carefully climbing into bed. The room was dark, with only
a faint light filtering in through the curtains. Just like that day, my mother lay down on her side with her back to me. I lay there nervously for two minutes, then
slowly leaned over and hugged my mother from behind. She didn't refuse, which emboldened me. My
left hand slipped under her nightgown, moving along her smooth back to her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra today, so my
hand immediately touched her full breasts. I opened my palm, pinching her nipple between my index and middle fingers, then
cupped my hand over her soft breast, greedily yet gently kneading it until I heard my mother's panting.
My lips intensified, kissing her earlobe from behind. A wet, slippery kiss followed, and I gently breathed on it. My
hand, still attached to the sacred object, slid up to her other breast, increasing the pressure of the massage. My lips traveled down her neck and shoulders…

…

“Mmm. Ah…” A soft moan escaped her breath, a welcome encouragement.
My hand traced her waist, lifting the edge of her panties and slipping inside. Beneath the soft, fine tuft of pubic hair lay a pool of
warm, wet moisture. Instantly, my head throbbed with excitement, my lips dry as if they could breathe fire of desire.
I felt an urge to immediately take up my weapon and thrust my erect penis inside. But I managed to remain calm and
continued my careful caresses. My middle finger gently probed and found that little bump in the thicket, lightly rubbing and kneading it. "Ah!... Hiss, um!"

My mother's moan escaped clearly for the first time, and her body trembled slightly. My hand lingered greedily between her
pubic mounds , teasing her. Her moans rose and fell, her body twisting and trembling. A slippery trickle
wet my palm at the base of her thighs.

I stood up and pulled down my mother's panties from behind. My mother shifted her hips slightly, cooperating with me as I
pulled down her last line of defense. I pushed her nightgown up to her waist and leaned down
to kiss her full, alluring buttocks for a long time before moving down to kiss her plump yet smooth legs. But when I tried to turn
her body to lie flat on her back and kiss the inside of her thighs, she shyly turned her upper body over and
lay face down on the bed, her lower body still in my hand, lying on her side. It was a strange position, and I began to understand what my mother
meant. Thinking it over, I didn't force her. I released her hands from her legs, letting her lie there naturally, and began
to caress and kiss her legs and back with wet kisses. Finally, I buried my hands between her legs again, where it was even more wet and sticky. I parted
her vulva and probed inside. A warm, moist sensation enveloped my finger. It seemed my mother's private parts
were well-maintained. Although not as tight as a young girl's, they weren't as loose as most women her age. "Ah, um!"

My mother suddenly let out a loud groan, which then turned into a suppressed low moan. This sound brought my excitement to almost
its limit . I didn't want to wait any longer, I couldn't wait any longer! I decisively turned on the bedside lamp, its soft red light casting a warm glow on
the bed . My mother's naked body lay sprawled on the bed, her head buried in the pillow, her hands bent at her shoulders, gripping
the sheets.

Seeing the light, she suddenly reached for the switch, "No, don't turn it on..." She lay there, not quite grasping
the switch. I quickly grabbed her hand, leaned down and kissed her shoulder, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I
'll turn it off as soon as I've got the condom." Then I opened the bedside table, took out the condom Qin Gang had given me
, and deftly slipped it onto my erect penis. I then straddled my mother, who was now completely prone on the bed.

I slowly lowered myself, my hands on the bed, my hips moving to her buttocks, guiding my penis to her honeyed
depths . My heart pounded wildly; it was a mixture of tension and excitement, the thrill of finally achieving my desires and breaking taboos. I
gently kissed my mother's ear and whispered, "Mom, I'm coming in." But she reached out and
turned off the light.

In the darkness, panting, I guided my erect penis to her wet vulva, thrusting forward. My swollen
glans entered her warm embrace, and my mother's body trembled. "Ah!" I used that soft moan
to propel myself deeper. "Ah!" A feeling of fullness and envelopment immediately spread from my penis throughout my body, and I
let out a soft cry of excitement. I gripped the bed and slowly pulled my hips up. Amidst my mother's heavy breathing, I suddenly lowered my buttocks again,
pushing my penis deep into her vagina. The pleasure from the pulling and rubbing was intoxicating, and my mother's moans were like
a reward, making me even more excited. I simply buried my head and began to thrust wildly. In this position, I couldn't
penetrate too deeply, but each thrust was of quality, sometimes fast and gentle, sometimes slow and gentle and fast.
After this round of thrusting, my mother's moans began to rise and fall, and the connection between our bodies became even smoother.

"Ah! Xiaoxiao..." My mother unconsciously called out my name, which startled me. The thought that
I was fucking my mother beneath me at this moment sent an overwhelming surge of pleasure through me, almost causing me to ejaculate prematurely
. I had never ejaculated so quickly before, so I took a deep breath and held back! I gently swayed my hips and stopped thrusting. I
leaned down kissed my mother's neck from her back, then gently bit her earlobe, saying, "Mom, does it feel good?"

As I spoke, I thrust in and out with all my might. My mother let out a shy moan. "Mom, turn around,
can we do it from the front?"

I whispered in her ear. I felt my mother shaking her head and heard her softly panting,
"No."

But my position made it difficult to move, so I reached down and grabbed one of her breasts,
whispering in her ear, "Come to the other side." I tried to move her body, and she half-heartedly turned to the side. I straightened my penis from
behind and thrust it into her honeypot from below. I used my legs to slightly lift her upper legs, making
it easier to penetrate. I felt like I was truly fucking her now, and I couldn't help but grip tightly and
thrust dozens of times. My mother's moans filled the air. My body kept arching backward until my
hips were almost perpendicular to my mother's buttocks, and my penis was fully inserted into her vagina. I lowered my legs,
grabbed her back and waist with both hands, and gave her a rapid round of thrusting, about 200 times. After that round of thrusting, I was
sweating, and my mother was sweating too. I knew I couldn't hold back for much longer; the pleasure in my penis told me that I had to make my final
charge.

I pulled my penis out again, leaned over my mother, lifted one of her legs and
bent it , revealing her vulva. I kissed my mother's face, and then turned on the light before inserting again
. My mother's rosy face and fair body were immediately clearly visible to me. My mother was a little embarrassed and eager
to get up and turn off the light, but I held her shoulder down and accurately thrust my penis into her vulva. I quickly
pushed it all the way in the muddy passage. She let out a "ah" before I finished my second withdrawal and insertion. At first, I
quickly pulled to the entrance and then immediately thrust in all the way. After a few thrusts, my mother's body trembled, and my rhythm
gradually increased. Finally, I thrust almost frantically, and my mother swayed like a boat in the wind. I held her bent
legs and one shoulder tightly, my lower body thrusting in and out, my hips slapping against my mother's buttocks with a crisp slapping sound. Finally,
an uncontrollable pleasure surged through me, and I let out a loud groan, forcefully pushing my penis deep into my mother's vagina...

My mother and I were both breathing heavily, then we turned off the light and fell asleep in each other's arms.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was comically woken up by the urge to pee. I opened my eyes and saw a sliver of dawn
light shining through the curtains of the window opposite the bed; it was still early. My mother, whom I was holding tightly
, was breathing evenly with her back to me, seemingly fast asleep. I quietly got up and went to the bathroom. As I urinated, looking
at large, proud penis, I immediately thought of how it had penetrated my mother's honey pot the night before. That
tension of breaking taboos and that soul-stirring pleasure surged through me. My only dissatisfaction was that I had released myself; my mother had
n't reached her climax. Now, looking at my own thriving "little brother," I
felt like I wouldn't
stop until I found a place to

wreak havoc. I excitedly washed my hands, returned to bed, and lay back down in my original position. My hands lingered restlessly on my mother's smooth, white legs for a moment before moving up to her breasts and gently kneading them. "You naughty thing... so early in the morning..." My mother, unable to sleep after my antics, had barely opened her
mouth when my lips moved around her neck and kissed her own. Her lips were lightly sucked a couple of times, and then my hot tongue
darted in without any resistance. She could only open her teeth to welcome that heat. My body was turned
around, and my mother's passion was gradually ignited. Her breasts were sucked by my hot, wet lips, and she let out
an alluring moan, "Mmm, ah..." Her hands reached towards my head, caressing my thick hair. One large
hand slid down over her slightly protruding belly, exploring the last secret in her mysterious grove...

A finger parted the flesh and gently teased the sensitive clitoris. "Ah...ah..." She was
struck by the sudden pleasure and couldn't help but arch her back, her snowy body forming a beautiful
curve, truly gorgeous...

Facing my mother's increasingly hot body, I was already burning with desire. I tried my best to control my rising emotions,
slowly parted her snow-white and plump legs, knelt between them, and pressed down on her body. I
kissed my mother's face and neck passionately, and finally buried my head between her alluring breasts, which were now even fuller, with deep red
nipples standing erect. My tongue slid up and teased out a series of beautiful moans. That sound was perhaps the most beautiful note between a man and a woman in bed
, instantly arousing a man's hormones to flow rapidly.

After last night's intimate contact, my mother, who had already been fucked by me once, was no longer as shy as she had been the first time.

My five fingers, which were clasped around my mother's vulva, were soaked with a sticky wetness. I smeared that wetness on my mother's full
breasts and plump thighs. I saw my mother occasionally twisting her body slightly, her hands clutching
the sheets , her moans rising and falling. I took a deep breath, took a condom from the bedside table, put it on, straightened
my hard, unbearable penis with one hand, thrust my body upwards, aimed at the line of moisture in that clump of pubic hair, and
thrust in! With another groan from my mother, I thrust my hips forward, penetrating her fully. The familiar pleasure from the previous night
returned . I smoothed her slightly disheveled hair and whispered, "Mom, I'm going to make you experience
the greatest pleasure!" With that, I withdrew my penis, then thrust it back in with a sudden, powerful thrust. I reached
under her armpits, gripping her beautiful shoulders, and supported myself with my elbows, beginning my first round of fucking with my mother that day.

The sounds of flesh colliding, the soft sounds of penetration, and my
increasingly clear moans filled the bedroom that morning, creating a spring-like atmosphere. While most young people were still
lazily sleeping in bed, I diligently began to "get to work," cultivating
the land that was my mother's.

My mother wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands gripping my back, her buttocks unconsciously undulating to meet
each thrust of my penis. "Ah... Xiaoxiao... um... ah..." she called my
name with hazy, seductive breaths.

I thrust wildly over a hundred times, then slowed down, first withdrawing my penis slightly, then slowly inserting it again, repeating this several times, before
suddenly withdrawing sharply, leaving only the glans, and then thrusting in all the way in. After some teasing, my mother's emotions rose even higher.
She lifted her legs onto my back, the angle of her vaginal opening making it easier for my penis to thrust in
and out. So I went at it again, until I felt my mother

arch her head back with each breath, letting out a long, ecstatic moan, "Ah, ah! Hmm... ah!" Her hands on my back gripped me tightly; I knew she was close. I lifted her up, sat her on the bed,
one hand holding her body tightly, the other supporting her plump buttocks, swaying her up and down and side to side.

At this moment, my mother was a pure woman, not my mother; that taboo only excited her more.

"Ah... ah!" Finally, she let out a long moan, her lower body convulsing uncontrollably, wave
after wave gripping my erection. She had climaxed!

As soon as my mother's orgasm subsided, I pressed her body down onto the bed again,
wrapped my arms around her long, shapely thighs, and spread them wide, pressing forward. I squatted on either side of her buttocks,
inserting into her honeyed depths. Then, with each rise and fall of my body, I squatted and thrust, allowing me to clearly see
my penis moving in and out of my mother's vagina. The visual stimulation amplified my pleasure. What excited me most
was seeing my mother's excited yet slightly shy expression, which was another kind of stimulation for me. I reached out and brushed the hair from my mother's
face ; her face, like her forehead, was covered in beads of sweat. I lowered her legs, bringing them together
in a side-lying, forward-bending position. I knelt behind her plump, side-lying buttocks and inserted my penis, concluding my final thrust in my favorite "woman
-on-side doggy style" position, bringing us, mother and son, into a world of sexual bliss!

(The End)

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