Amazing changes

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

The bus was bustling with people. Bored, I gripped the handrail, my gaze aimlessly scanning the scenery outside the window. Just moments before, I had given up my seat to an elderly woman with gray hair. She put down her shopping basket and thanked me. These days, the internet is rife with arguments over giving up seats, and I've never witnessed such a thing. Modern kindness no longer requires the constant announcements of "Please give up your seat to the elderly, weak, sick, disabled, and those in need." I gazed aimlessly out the window. Everywhere I looked, there were posters and advertisements, and a constant flow of people. The weather was getting warmer, and people were starting to dress more lightly, especially the girls. Their youthful energy radiated from their bare shoulders, arms, and legs.

They didn't hesitate to expose large areas of skin and their beautiful figures, attracting countless glances while brimming with a sense of pride in their attractiveness.

The bus braked suddenly, I heard a scream, and then someone bumped into me. First, my right foot was stomped hard by her seven-centimeter high heels. Before I could even gasp in pain, my right hand instinctively reached out to grab the person who had stepped on me. Reflecting on the moment, the feel was smooth, silky, and incredibly bouncy.

Opposite me was a tall, stylish woman in a white suit with a beige blouse, a silver brooch on her chest, and flesh-colored stockings. She glared at me, a warning for my inappropriate advances, though the fact that she had stepped on my foot was undeniable, and I couldn't retaliate. I could only pretend nothing had happened, remaining motionless until we reached my stop and I got off.

I walked dejectedly down the street, my heart pounding as I recalled that brief encounter. At my age, I have an insatiable longing for the opposite sex. Whenever I see a beautiful woman, countless scenarios of our encounters flash through my mind, but ultimately, I lack even the courage to strike up a conversation.

I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Wang He, He (壑 is the same as He in Chinese). I was born in the 1990s and currently have no formal education; I work at a restaurant. My father is a driver, and my mother is an accountant. If I had to say who the most important person in my life is, it would undoubtedly be my beautiful mother. She endured countless hardships to give birth to and raise me. When I was little, she would often hold me in her arms while busily working on a calculator. From a very young age, I vowed to be filial to my mother and

treat her well when I grew up. When I got home, I had a live fish and a bunch of celery and garlic in my hands. I washed the pot, heated the oil, and then carefully placed the chopped and marinated fish pieces into the hot oil, turning them slowly until they were slightly golden brown. Then I poured the broth into the pot, just enough to cover the fish, and added my chopped ginger, garlic, and a little chili. I waited for it to boil slowly until the broth turned milky white before adding the seasonings, turning off the heat, and serving.

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor echoed outside the door. Without turning around, I knew it was Mom coming home from work. She was dressed all in black today. Walking into the kitchen and seeing the cooked fish on the table, a beautiful smile spread across her face: "Xiao He cooked again today! Mom's in for a treat!" I tidied up the kitchen, cleaned up, washed my hands, and served two bowls of rice. I called to Mom, "Mom, you must be tired from work. Dinner's ready." Mom had already changed into a floral dress. She sat down at the table, looking at the fish soup, a stir-fried vegetable dish, and a small plate of pickled cucumbers. An indescribable joy radiated from her. She said, "Xiao He is so capable! With Xiao He, Mom will have endless blessings in the future." I remained silent, only picking up a piece of fish for her.

After dinner, at my insistence, Mom gave me the task of washing the dishes and went to the living room to watch TV.

When I finished getting ready and walked into the living room, my mother was watching a variety show, completely engrossed in it. She seemed oblivious to my arrival and even had her feet propped up on a low stool. I sat down quietly next to her, trying not to disturb her, but she still seemed to notice and moved closer to me.

The TV was filled with lively debate, everyone expressing their opinions, and the program was quite entertaining. Then the host announced,

"Next up, please welcome the next applicant." The screen flashed, and a familiar phrase appeared: "Commercial break, we'll be right back." Mom sighed, "Commercial break again." She sat up, lazily stretched, and seeing me sitting beside her, smiled sweetly, "Xiaohe, you're done? What do you want to watch? You can change." I shook my head, "I don't want to watch anything, Mom, you can watch whatever you want." Mom rubbed her back, frowning, "My back is so sore..."

I said, "Mom, you've been very busy lately, haven't you?"

"Yes, the financial statements for last quarter need to be completed, and there's the budget for next quarter. It's almost the end of the month, and salaries need to be calculated. I won't feel so relaxed until this is over." "Mom, you've been sitting at the computer for too long; it's no wonder your back aches. Lie down, I'll give you a massage." "Okay, Xiaohe is the best." Mom lay down on the soft couch, and I sat beside her, gently massaging her back and waist. Mom tried to relax her body, cooperating with the pressure from my hands. The skin beneath my palms was elastic and smooth, and the discomfort from the massage quickly dissipated.

Mom let out a comfortable groan and said, "That feels so good, my dear Xiaohe. You can cook, do housework, and take care of me. I'm entrusting the rest of my life to you." I said, "You wish! This service is only temporary. I won't be this good to you often. You might suffer someday." Mom murmured, "As long as you're willing to let me suffer."

I massaged Mom for a while longer, and she let out a few satisfied sighs. Her hand reached for the remote and she started changing channels.

The screen flickered a few times and a TV drama called "The War Between Mother-in-Law and Daughter-in-Law" started playing. She watched it with great interest, occasionally bursting into laughter. I lifted Mom's skirt, revealing her full thighs, and began to knead them firmly with both hands. Mom often wore high heels for work, so leg pain was common.

※※※※※※※※※

The next day was the weekend, and Mom had a day off. I also made plans to rest. My mother, dressed in a black business suit, was sitting in front of the computer typing something, holding a stack of documents. I took an apple and sat down next to her, slowly peeling it. My mother turned to look at me and said, "Xiaohe, how's work lately?" I nodded, "It's alright." My mother said, "You don't have to stand so much anymore, and you don't get yelled at by customers anymore, right?" "Very rarely, unless I encounter a really difficult one. After all, I've been working for a few months now, and I've learned what I needed to learn and how to adapt to different situations." My mother touched my face and smiled, saying, "Xiaohe can support himself now, so I don't need to worry about you. You're all grown up now, you have a job, and it's time to start dating. You'll get married and have children in the future. Do you have someone you like?" The image of the beautiful woman who stepped on my foot on the bus flashed through my mind, and I shook my head, "Mom, not yet." My mother said, "If you do, go for it quickly. Family background, social standing, and looks don't matter. The most important thing is that she's virtuous. With a girlfriend and a family, you'll understand the meaning of striving." I quickly said, "Mom, I know, have some fruit." My mother smiled and didn't ask any more questions.

For lunch, we had braised pork belly, sweet and sour pork ribs, and a large bowl of tomato and egg soup.

After lunch, Mom rolled up her sleeves and tucked in her trousers to start cleaning the house. I knew she always did it all by herself and never let me help, so I went back to my room to rest. I went to my room, turned on my computer, and found only a few folders on my hard drive: QQ, an input method folder, a browser folder, and a few document files. My browser bookmarks only contained a few frequently used domains: "Hotel Etiquette," "Daily Recipes," and "N Ways to Match Clothes." I closed the browser, created a new document, titled it "My Father and My Lost College Dream," and began to tell my story.

"...One day, a conflict finally broke out in the family. My parents started arguing all the time. I always felt that my father was deliberately starting the arguments; he was always the one who provoked them. My mother would always cry and beg, but that only made my father rage even more. Finally, one day, my father stopped arguing. He stopped talking to me, packed a suitcase full of clothes, and left without saying goodbye to anyone. My mother begged him to come back countless times on the phone, but each time it only brought more tears." "The home no longer felt like a home; it became incredibly dull. My mother looked haggard and couldn't manage my studies anymore, so I started to neglect my work." Skipping classes, truancy, tearing up test papers—my grades plummeted. When my mother finally realized what was happening, she found me like a completely different person. She begged me to focus on my studies, but I told her, "What's the use of studying well? I'll grow up to be like Dad. It's better not to study, to make less progress, and to stop causing trouble for others." My mother couldn't persuade me, so I resolutely dropped out of school, started loitering, made bad friends, and learned to drink. Until one day, I was completely drunk, lying on the street vomiting uncontrollably. My mother was watching me from a short distance away; her expression was so sorrowful, her eyes so... Despair. Even when Dad left, she hadn't shown this expression. I had broken her heart. The first thing I did when I stood up was rush to my mother's leg, begging for forgiveness, saying I was wrong, I would never do it again, and asking for her forgiveness. "I changed my ways, but I couldn't bear to see my mother heartbroken when she saw me fall into despair. However, I absolutely refused to go back to school. After so many setbacks, I felt sleepy and irritable whenever I picked up a book. My mother finally relented; as long as I didn't do anything bad and took care of myself, she would let me have my way." "University is a beautiful word..." The university campus was a dreamlike place. From the beginning of my schooling, getting into university was one of my dreams. I never imagined that with this change, it would become an unattainable dream, fading further and further away. I leaned back in my chair and sighed softly. My mother is no longer as dejected as she used to be. She no longer needs me to coax her into eating the breakfast I buy, nor does she need me to remind her to get ready. She no longer sits by the window all day, nor does she need me to muster a lot of courage to go back to work. My mother has regained her cheerfulness, confidence, love, and ambition.

I opened another document and began writing "My Mother."

"My mom was born in the Year of the Rabbit. 'Lively and adorable' perfectly describes her, but she's also very elegant, like when she's engrossed in watching TV; she's very focused, like when she's working diligently; she's also a picky eater, like when she finishes every last bite of my cooking and then complains that I didn't cook enough; she's also lazy, always avoiding invitations from colleagues, relatives, and friends; she's also very eloquent, always describing her vision of the future for me; and she's beautiful, always smiling when she sees a ray of sunlight streaming through the window or a flower blooming in a pot." "My mom loves wearing dresses; her wardrobe is full of dresses, short skirts, skirt suits, and more." "Of course, Mom's favorite style is still the retro-style long dress. Mom looks especially beautiful in retro dresses; every movement is graceful and elegant, especially when she walks and the dress sways slightly, like a beauty living in an ancient painting." "Mom has an oval face and willow-leaf eyebrows. She has a slightly aloof and elegant look. When she doesn't smile, she seems to keep people at arm's length, but when she smiles, it's like spring returning to the earth and the ice and snow thawing. When she smiles at me with her face turned to the side and says something to praise me, I feel the happiest. She is so generous and kind." "The shadow has passed, and Mom will definitely get better and better. I believe this fact, and Mom believes it too." I typed the last period, paused for a moment, then deleted the file and emptied the recycle bin.

※※※※※※※※※

The next day, Sunday, I still had to go to work. Working in a restaurant, the days off are not fixed. When most people have holidays, we still have to work. We only get a day off according to the scheduled dates when it's not busy.

After get off work, Mom has prepared dinner and is waiting for me to eat together. After dinner, she hands me the TV and goes into her room—perhaps for skincare, perhaps for tidying up, who knows? Whenever I have free time, I cook for Mom. If she's not busy, she'll cook a delicious meal for me. When we both have free time, Mom takes me to the supermarket to buy groceries, and she'll even hold my hand as we stroll through the mall. When she sees a pretty girl, she'll encourage me to pursue her. Everyone is making choices they need to make. I can't stay in the restaurant forever; I need to find a job that suits me better. I'm grown up now, and Mom needs to consider my needs more. I'm someone who doesn't like to go against my mother's wishes, and I've decided to find a girlfriend and settle down as soon as possible. Life unfolds on such a normal trajectory, and the little things we do together are so mundane and ordinary. I haven't thought about changing anything, haven't thought about making life dramatic; I'm just waiting for the right person to appear, to enter my life, and to start a new chapter.

A long time later, when I sat down at my computer again and reflected on those thoughts, I realized how shallow I had been and how unaware I was of the unpredictability of life. If that bathroom incident hadn't happened, my mother and I would still be living our lives as usual, though mundane, but peaceful.

I don't remember what day it was. I was watching TV in the living room when I heard my mother scream from the bathroom, followed by the sound of something heavy hitting the floor, and a plate or something else overturned. I went to the bathroom door and asked, "Mom, are you alright?" My mother's voice came from inside: "I'm fine, I'm okay, I just slipped." Then I heard her panting and crawling on the floor. I asked again, "Mom, what happened?" My mother said, "It's nothing, it's nothing, just a little bit more, just a little bit more..." Before she could finish speaking, I heard her scream again, a muffled sound. This time I was outside the door and heard it clearly. I knew she must have fallen; this was the second time she had fallen, including the first one.

I hurriedly said, "Mom, you've fallen and hurt yourself. Don't move anymore, I'll come in and help you." Mom exclaimed, "No, Xiaohe, Mom isn't dressed! Don't come in! Just a little while, just a little while, Mom can get a towel by herself." I waited outside the door for a while, only hearing the sound of water dripping from the showerhead onto the floor. Mom didn't move at all, and I could vaguely hear her gasping in pain. I couldn't wait any longer and shouted, "Mom, I'm coming in!" I opened the door and rushed in.

Mom gasped, but I saw a scene I had never seen before: Mom was lying naked on her side on the bathroom floor, completely naked. When she saw me come in, she only managed to cover her breasts and private parts with her arms. In that instant, I froze on the spot, feeling guilty for my rash behavior and shocked by the sight of a woman's naked body that I had never seen before.

Mom was neither embarrassed nor angry. She scolded, "What are you still standing there for? Get Mom a towel." I blankly said "Huh?" Mom said angrily, "Isn't it on that shelf? Mom can't stand up, I can't reach it." She pointed upwards with her right hand.

There was an alloy shelf on the wall of our bathroom for storing bath items, and Mom's towel was on it. I hurriedly grabbed the towel and threw it to Mom, then turned away, my heart pounding. I didn't dare look at Mom again. There was

a rustling sound behind me, then I heard Mom say, "Okay, I've put on the towel. Xiaohe, you can go out now." I said, "Mom, can you walk out by yourself?"

Mom said, "It's okay, Mom will sit for a while, and I can walk by myself when my feet don't hurt anymore." I turned around and looked at Mom. She had already wrapped the white towel around herself, covering most of her body, and was sitting with her knees bent on the wet bathroom floor, seemingly unable to get up for a while.

I said, "Mom, let me carry you outside. The floor is cold; it's not good to stay there too long." Mom quickly replied, "No need, Xiaohe." Without further ado, I bent down, put my hands under Mom's armpits and between her legs, and picked her up. I usually do some heavy work at my workplace, and Mom only weighs about 100 pounds, so I can barely lift her. The floor was icy cold, and Mom had just taken a shower; she was still wet. Staying there too long would inevitably make her catch a cold, or get a fever or something. I couldn't let my dear mother be like that.

Mom clutched the bath towel tightly as I carried her through the living room back to her bedroom, and I gently placed her on the bed.

I turned around, took a breath, and tried to calm myself down. I said, "Mom, you get dressed first. I'm going out." As I left the room, gently closing the door behind me, my heart started pounding again. The scene from earlier was still replaying in my mind. My mother and I were very familiar, but I had never seen her mature, naked body so close. I'm an impulsive young man, constantly fantasizing about women. This sudden, stimulating image thrilled me. My chest pounded like a deer's. I sniffed, and I could almost smell her fragrance. The feeling of holding her lingered on my body and arms, especially the smoothness through the towel… I paced around the living room, desperately trying to calm myself. I sat in front of the TV, completely oblivious to what channel was playing. I barely managed to stay awake until bedtime. Weakly, I turned off the TV, leaving a wall lamp on. Lying in bed, I could barely fall asleep.

That night I barely slept, tossing and turning in bed, my mind constantly flashing back to the naked mother I'd seen in the bathroom. A series of brief, passionate dreams assailed me: Ah, Mother's naked body! Her breasts were so big; her cleavage so deep, how wonderful it would be to touch them, to explore them; her breasts, what shape were they; what was down there? Why was her thighs so dark? So much hair; Mother, don't go, hug me, hug me back, her cleavage, if I touched her cleavage I would be free… The next morning I barely managed to get up, feeling terrible, but my mind was in turmoil, yet I still went to work. At work, I frequently drifted off, even though it was daytime outside, my mind was still filled with fantasies, the scenes from the previous night and those dreams flashing before my eyes, I almost forgot what I wanted to see or hear.

In a state between dreaming and waking, I finished work and returned home. Mother was sitting on the sofa, her clothes neatly arranged, her face as usual, as if she had already forgotten what had happened the night before. Seeing my familiar home and my familiar mother, all my fantasies vanished. My mother was still my mother, and I was still me. Last night's accident was just a minor incident; it would pass quickly and wouldn't damage our relationship at all.

I smiled and said, "Mom, haven't you eaten yet?"

My mother frowned and said, "Not only haven't I eaten, I haven't eaten all day. I twisted my ankle and can't cook by myself." I quickly said, "Mom, wait a moment, I'll make it right away."

Half an hour later, the food was ready. I helped my mother slowly to the dining table and handed her a bowl and chopsticks. We ate in silence. After dinner, I helped my mother to the living room, found a bottle of liniment, and gently applied it to her sprained left ankle, slowly massaging it. As I massaged, I asked her, "Mom, are you feeling better?" My mother nodded silently, her eyes fixed on the television screen, not even glancing at me. I glanced at the television; it was clearly a very funny and cheerful program, one that my mother would usually laugh heartily at, but now she didn't even make a sound.

Around ten o'clock, I saw that Mom seemed tired, so I helped her back to rest. Mom gently lay down on the bed, and when she saw me about to leave, she quickly grabbed me, saying, "Xiaohe, don't go, stay with Mom." I sat on the edge of the bed and said, "I won't go." Mom lay quietly for a while, then sighed and said, "I don't know what's wrong with me, I feel so restless and afraid of being alone. I really want you to stay with me, Xiaohe." I said, "Mom, it's okay. If you want me to stay with you, I'll stay with you, no matter how late it is. I didn't take care of you today, and you were hungry all day. It's all my fault." Mom smiled and touched my face, "Mom doesn't blame you."

I said, "Mom, your foot is injured, go to sleep early and rest." Mom hummed in agreement and gently closed her eyes. I sat beside her, holding her hand, until I heard her breathing become steady. Only then did I gently pull my hand away and get up to leave. I didn't expect that this slight movement would wake my mother up. She hurriedly said, "Xiaohe, don't go." She grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go, softly saying, "Xiaohe, please don't leave Mommy tonight, okay? Mommy twisted her ankle and is very afraid of being alone." I said, "Mom, I have to go to work tomorrow." Mom hesitated and said, "Why don't you come to bed and sleep next to me tonight?" I hesitated and said, "Mom, I'm all grown up now, maybe I shouldn't." Mom chuckled and said, "So what if you're all grown up? In Mommy's eyes, you'll always be a little child. Besides, didn't Mommy hold you enough when you were little?" I took off my shoes and socks, slowly climbed onto the bed, and took up half of the bed. I was nervous and didn't dare to take off my clothes, so I slept like that next to Mommy. Mommy held my hand under her neck and quickly fell asleep.

Looking at my mother's peaceful sleeping posture, I remembered when my father had just left this home. She was just as uneasy then, and I had to soothe her to sleep. The scene now was very similar to that time. Once my mother's foot heals, her mood will probably return to normal.

In the morning, my mother was in high spirits, happily eating the breakfast I bought, happily telling me to go to work, happily eating lunch by herself, and happily having dinner with me. We watched TV together, and then she said shyly,

"Xiaohe, can you stay with Mommy tonight?"

I agreed. My mother pulled me to lie down on the bed gently, and said with some distress, "Xiaohe, I don't know what's wrong with Mommy. Maybe the shock from that night hasn't worn off yet. Give Mommy some time, Mommy will get better, okay?" I comforted her, "It's okay. Just think of it as reliving how good Mommy was to me when I was little. Now Xiaohe is all grown up and can take care of Mommy." My mother fell asleep peacefully with her head on my shoulder. I just carefully avoided touching her.

I slept next to my mother for a few nights. Her ankle gradually healed, and perhaps because she had gotten used to it, I didn't even tell her I wanted to sleep in my own room. My mother seemed to have forgotten about it too, and became increasingly casual in bed. Sometimes she would half-lie on top of me, or wrap my arm around her waist. Sometimes she would gently rub against me, and in my sleep, I felt a surge of desire. When I woke up, I found my penis erect. To avoid embarrassment, I had to run to the bathroom to hide for a while before returning to sleep next to my mother. When

I woke up in the morning, I found faint traces of water on my thighs, but I assumed it was my own and didn't think much of it.

As a result, my sleep quality was very poor. Coupled with the pent-up desire, those images and fantasies that hadn't surfaced for several days reappeared in my mind, making me often absent-minded at work. My manager even said I had become quiet and withdrawn these past few days, not as lively as before.

The nights were even worse. My mother slept beside me, her scent, her breath, the touch of her body constantly influencing me. My dreams were wild, I kept talking in my sleep, and in the haze I seemed to hear my mother calling me:

"Xiao He... Mom's good child... Mom loves you..." A heavy object pressed down on me, and I couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams. I dreamt that I hugged my mother... I turned around and pressed down on her... Then I dreamt that I did a series of things I didn't know... My vision was empty... My body was so hot it felt like it was about to explode... Ahead, ahead was liberation, and then I pounced... The paradise I had imagined didn't appear. I only felt that the hardest, hottest, and most in need of rescue in my body suddenly entered a place I had never been before, tight, slippery, and hot. My body began to thrust involuntarily, and I could faintly hear my mother's moans. A strange, unprecedented pleasure spread from my lower abdomen to my head. I was jolted awake by the intense pleasure and realized that both my mother and I were wearing underwear down to our knees. I was still on top of her, my lower body throbbing, and we were doing *that*. My mother's eyes were tightly closed, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure; I couldn't tell if she was fully awake. Driven by my primal desires, I continued doing what I wanted, thrusting a dozen more times. Suddenly, the tightly closed valve opened wide, my mind went blank, and my hands gripped something I didn't even know. The semen that had been accumulating in my testicles gushed out from the organ I entered my mother's body, wave after wave, feeling incredibly wonderful and indescribably pleasurable, as if I had ascended to heaven, as if I had gained immortality.

After the passion subsided, I didn't dare to breathe, and quietly crawled to the side, curling up and lying down. My mother huddled up behind me, and I could only vaguely hear her heavy, suppressed breathing and the slight trembling of her body. Realizing how horrific my actions were, I was filled with anxiety, truly worried that my mother might suddenly retaliate.

In the morning, I practically dashed out of my mother's bedroom, quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth, and fled the house as if escaping.

Arriving at work, well, all that listlessness, absent-mindedness, and burning desire from before vanished, replaced by a deep sense of guilt and self-reproach. Every time I met someone's gaze, it felt like they could read my mind. Occasionally, I'd overhear colleagues whispering, and I'd often think my behavior had been discovered, that it was being spread and discussed. Even a casual swear word from a colleague felt like it was directed at me, filling me with unbearable shame. I couldn't hold my head up in front of them, ashamed to be associated with them. After

work, I tiptoed past my door, too afraid to go inside. Finally, I mustered the courage to enter, still unsure how to face my mother or what to say. I found her not in the living room. The TV was on, and steaming food was on the table. My mother's bedroom door was closed; she must be in her room. I felt a little more at ease. I ate alone, too afraid to watch TV, and went to my room to lie down on the bed. There was no sound outside, and I didn't dare listen carefully. The long night passed just like that.

For three days, this kind of life lasted for three days. In my memory, I had never gone three days without seeing or speaking to my mother. Apart from the television, I couldn't hear a single sound from her in the house. Compared to the atmosphere of our home before, it was now deathly silent. I couldn't bear this atmosphere, nor could I bear this guilt; my heart felt like it was about to explode.

I mustered all my courage to confess to my mother. She was watching TV in the living room. I quietly walked to her side and called out, "Mom." She looked at me calmly and said, "Xiaohe, is something wrong?" I said, "Mom, I've thought it through. I've decided to move out." She was somewhat surprised. I thought I had found a solution. She pressed, "Why?" I said, "I want to be independent. Besides, I can find a place close to work after I move out." She froze, silently watching me turn away. As I was about to leave the living room, she called to me:

"Xiao He."

When I turned to look at my mother, her eyes were filled with pain. I quickly knelt down in front of her and said, "Mom, what's wrong? Aren't you happy with what I did?" My mother said, "Xiao He, Mom knows. I made a mistake that night. You hate me, so you treat me this way." I quickly said, "No, Mom, you're wrong. I was the one who made the mistake that night. You're the one who suffered. I should be the one to be punished." My mother shook her head and said, "Xiao He, you're wrong. I seduced you. It was all my fault that night. I couldn't control myself." I couldn't help myself. I said repeatedly, "I have a responsibility too, I have a responsibility too, Mom, let's share the burden, okay?" Mom smiled slightly, "Xiao He, won't you leave?" I said, "I won't leave, I won't leave, I'll stay with Mom, just like before, I'll cook for you, you cook for me, I'll take care of you when you're tired, I'll comfort you when you're unhappy, I'll always take care of you, you'll always be my mom, and I'll always be your son." "Just Mom?"

I was stunned, looking at my smiling mom, I suddenly stood up and hugged her tightly, and for a moment I was speechless.

My mother and I lay tightly on the sofa, her voice hoarse, as if she were crying or laughing. "Xiaohe," she said, "why are you ignoring me? You've ignored me for days. It hurts me so much. I know I upset you; you won't be so good to me anymore. I'm going to lose you." "Mom," I replied, "I'm scared. I'm so afraid of losing you. I did something so rebellious. I know there's no going back. I ignored you because I was afraid you'd be angry, afraid you'd get hurt. I was just trying to think of a solution,

Mom." "

Promise me you'll never ignore me again, never abandon me." It turned out we were both thinking about the same thing, caring about the same thing. My lips somehow touched hers. She wasn't shy at all, responding passionately. As we were both lost in desire, we explored each other's bodies.

Night slowly fell, and we, still disheveled, were entangled tightly on the sofa. My mother said urgently,

"Xiaohe, to the room, to the room."

I lifted her skirt and swept her up in my arms, rushing into her room. I no longer cared about status, seniority, blood ties, or sin. I tore at her clothes, and she breathed softly, letting me do as I pleased. Seeing her round breasts again, I pounced on them. This time, I could see them more clearly and even taste them myself. There was nothing to hide; I could see her nipples clearly. My mother quickly let out a moan of pleasure, her nipples hardening. I kissed my way down her body, reaching her lower abdomen. She groaned and arched her back. I kissed her crotch. Then, I hurriedly pulled down my pants. My mother was also impatient, helping me pull away. After taking off my underwear, my penis was already erect and incredibly hard, burning hot to the touch. My mother gently stroked my penis, and I couldn't wait to become one with her. I spread her legs, and she actively responded, letting me insert my penis into her. My mother couldn't help but let out a beautiful moan. I grabbed her breasts and thrust back and forth on her body. After only a dozen or so thrusts, my mother's moans became more plaintive: "Xiao He... ah, Xiao He... Xiao He, Mommy's baby... Mommy loves you, Mommy loves you..." I spent almost the entire night on my mother, and our intercourse never stopped. I lost count of how many times I ejaculated until I couldn't ejaculate anymore. My mother clung to my shoulders the whole time, calling out "Xiao He," experiencing ecstasy and agony, dying and coming back to life countless times in orgasm, until finally she was too weak to struggle anymore, and her throat was hoarse.

Okay, everything's alright now. There's no sadness, no separation, no guilt. Everything seems to have returned to the way it was before, back to that perfectly normal family atmosphere. It's just that my back ached terribly at work, but I forced a smile and persevered because I had love in my heart. I love my mother, and after the baptism of sex, I felt refreshed.

I returned home excitedly, eager to see my mother, and immediately wanted to hug her.

But she gently pushed me away, saying calmly, "Xiaohe, let's eat." My enthusiasm was interrupted, and I was a little disappointed, so I reluctantly picked up my bowl and ate. My mother's expression was indifferent; she didn't say much, just ate slowly.

After dinner, when she saw me offer to wash the dishes, she didn't refuse, took off her apron, left me in the kitchen, and went off on her own. After finishing the chores, I went to the living room and found it empty. My mother's bedroom door was closed; she must have been alone in her room. I sat on the sofa, feeling a little depressed, not understanding why my mother was being so cold to me. Lying in bed, quietly thinking, my intuition told me that my mother should be alright, probably recovering in a few days.

※※※※※※※※※

When my mother and I sat down in the living room again, she was intently watching a TV program. I gently sat down next to her and called out, "Mom." She turned her head and glanced at me, smiling slightly. "Xiaohe, want to watch TV with Mom?" I hesitated, "Mom, actually I want to..." "Is there something you want to discuss with Mom?"

"No, I just want to..."

"If there's nothing, then there's nothing. Just watch TV with Mom." My mother seemed completely oblivious to my feelings. She pulled my arm around her neck, and the two of us sat close together in front of the TV, engrossed in the program. Several times, the words I wanted to say were swallowed back down, and I didn't say them.

"You clearly bumped into me, don't try to deny it."

"Which eye of yours saw me bump into you? You, you were way, way, far away from me!" "I had both eyes, I saw it with both eyes! Don't deny it! You were just swaying and twisting all the way to me, and then you bumped into me!" "Who swayed! Who swayed! I was just taking a stroll! What's wrong with that!"

Seeing this, Mom covered her mouth and giggled, saying, "These two are hilarious." The TV said, "You're just making excuses!" Watching Mom laugh so hard she was doubled over, I felt a bitter taste in my mouth, but could only laugh along a few times. Mom found a better spot in my arms, leaning against me and putting my arm around her waist. I finally felt a little more at ease, silently enduring the pain as I watched TV with Mom.

It was late at night, and the TV program had ended. Mom yawned and said, "It's getting late, turn off the TV and go to sleep." I panicked and quickly grabbed Mom, saying, "Mom, I..." Mom asked, "Is there something else?" My face turned bright red. "Mom, um, um, we, you know..." Mom pretended to be clueless. "Xiaohe, what are you talking about? I don't understand." I was sweating with anxiety. "Like in your room." "What do you mean in Mom's room?"

I quickly pulled Mom onto my lap. "It's like Xiaohe wants to be with you, like the last two times." Mom's eyes were already smiling, but she smiled mischievously. "Mom is Mom, you know." I persisted. "I don't want Mom to be Mom, I don't want Mom to be Mom." Mom smiled sweetly, gently pushed me away, and walked towards the room. When she was almost at the door, she turned back and smiled. "Are you sure?" I nodded frantically.

Mom said, "Mom promises you. But Mom is about to close the door. Do you want to come in?" Then she slipped into the room.

I rushed over like a whirlwind, afraid that Mom would close the door just as I was about to enter. But when I burst into her room, I realized my worries were unnecessary; Mom was sitting gently on the edge of the bed.

I rushed over to hug and kiss her, but Mom couldn't suppress her smile and gently stopped me:

"Xiaohe, don't rush, go close the door."

When I returned after closing the door, Mom no longer held back her smiles at me, nor did she hide her feelings for me. It was as if we had returned to the beginning, and we understood each other perfectly.

I hugged my mother and kissed her haphazardly. My mother said, "Xiaohe, don't rush, okay? We have plenty of time. Mom will try her best to be with you." I calmed down and asked my first question, "Mom, why haven't you been talking to me these past few days? I'm so sad." My mother said gently, "Mom is sad too. Mom also wants to talk to Xiaohe and hug Xiaohe." I said, "Mom, if I hadn't insisted on asking you tonight, would you have kept refusing?" My mother smiled and said, "How could I? Even if Xiaohe didn't ask, Mom would have. I would have asked you to come to my room." I smiled broadly, "Mom is the best."

My mother was a little sad, "Am I a bad mom? Mom is a bad mom." I kissed my mother's lips, "Mom is the best mom in the world." When I put my tongue into my mother's mouth, her passion was quickly ignited. She twisted her hot body in my arms and actively responded to me.

"Don't be too good to Mom tonight, punish her."

Those words ignited my passion for Mom. I started groping her, but the unfamiliar women's clothing was a bit of a pain to remove. Mom was lost in her desire and couldn't offer any help. Finally, I managed to remove her top, and Mom sat in my lap as I desperately sucked on her breasts. Mom couldn't resist, unable to let go, only able to moan and rub against my body. I kissed Mom's body as I slowly laid her down, removing the last bit of clothing from her lower body, kissing down her thighs to her crotch. I didn't care what that area was, sticking out my tongue and licking it hard. It felt like two halves, like wontons, and it seemed like water was flowing out.

Mom trembled and moaned, "Uh, Xiao He, no! Ugh..."

Mom's legs opened and closed, her body arched and arched, her hands on my head, I couldn't tell if she was trying to push me away or if she wanted me to push harder.

Finally, Mom couldn't withstand my onslaught. She twisted her body away, hurriedly hugged me, and gasped, "Xiao He, give it to Mom, Mom wants it." With practiced ease, I aimed at her and thrust into her. Mom stopped hugging me and started grabbing the sheets and pulling at the railing.

Around midnight, perhaps because of the moonlight streaming in, Mom sat on me, swaying up and down, her full breasts trembling. The sight was so beautiful, and the feeling so pleasurable.

Mom woke up in my arms in the morning, almost still in the same position we were in during our lovemaking, her legs spread wide on either side of me, her lower body pressed tightly against mine. I savored the moment and realized I was still inside her. My penis, comforted by her care, remained erect, reluctant to part with the companion I had spent the night with.

Mom slowly woke up, glanced at her sleeping position, and without comment, immediately realized something was wrong and hurriedly said, "Why are you still in there? Come out!" I hugged Mom tightly, "No, it feels so good like this."

Mom said angrily, "It's already dawn, we can't do it anymore. Let go of Mom!" I kissed Mom, "Mom, we won't do it, I just want to hold you." Mom calmed down and quietly enjoyed our morning kiss.

Mom looked into my bright eyes and gently said, "How was it? Did you have fun last night? Was it comfortable making love with Mom?" I said, "Yes, it was the most comfortable thing I've ever had growing up with Mom." "I have to go to work, can you let go of Mom?" "Okay."

Mom slowly withdrew my penis from her body, and when she saw my gaze, a hint of shyness appeared on her face. She

turned her back and slowly put on her clothes.

I found my clothes and got dressed. As I was about to get out of bed, a slight worry crept into my heart: "Mom, will you be like those other days, cold and indifferent to me?" Mom smiled and said, "Mom won't, okay? Xiao He. Mom's heart has been opened up. I won't treat you like that anymore. Besides, Mom's heart has been captured by you, I've become your slave, okay? I can't bear any thought of rejecting you anymore. Xiao He, do you still need to worry?" I was overjoyed and hugged Mom: "Really! Mom, how did I do it?" Mom said wistfully, "These past few times, Mom has been so overwhelmed by you in your arms that I've fainted, and Mom has been brought to orgasm by you so many times." She had been aroused many times, and her body had been drained of fluids. Her voice was hoarse, she could no longer struggle, and she was experiencing intense pleasure and pain. She had been conquered, surrendering to the body beneath her. She thought, "If I could just die in your arms like this, it would be a wonderful thing." I couldn't resist the urge and hugged her again, murmuring, "Mom..." Her eyes were also hazy, and she leaned closer. Just as our lips were about to touch, she suddenly pushed me away: "No, it's getting late, we'll be late if we don't leave now." I was a little disappointed; the delicious meal I was about to enjoy was gone, so I got up and left her room.

My mother didn't disappoint me. When I came home from work, I saw her cooking in the kitchen. I hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, "What are you cooking?" Instead of gently pushing me away as before, she smiled and said, "I'm cooking your favorite braised tofu. Are you happy? It'll be ready soon." I playfully said, "I want to eat you, to eat Mom's tofu." Then I kissed her earlobe. My mother's body went weak, and she laughed as she resisted me, "Okay, stop fooling around, or the food will burn." I reluctantly let her go.

During the meal, I couldn't stay still either, teasing my mother from time to time, making jokes, and telling anecdotes. My mother, with her lighthearted smiles, would respond with a faint laugh, but her serious expression remained silent. If the jokes went too far, she would change the subject.

I seemed oblivious to her feelings. After the meal, she took the initiative to talk to me, her expression as serious and earnest as ever.

"Xiaohe, please don't joke around with me so casually anymore, okay? I'm an elder, and although I love you, you can't make jokes like that." I replied with a wronged "Okay," like a child who had done something wrong. My mother continued, "Just like I taught you before, talk about the right thing at the right time. There are many kinds of things; you can't lump them all together." "I know, Mom."

Seeing my pitiful look, Mom softened and said, "Don't be sad, okay? Mom is doing this for your own good." She pulled me to sit down beside her, pointed my finger to her chest, and said shyly, "You know how Mom feels, so what are you afraid of? Mom won't abandon you, won't betray you. Mom has a long, long time to spend with you, so why are you in such a hurry?" I said, "I know, Mom. Our relationship is still the same as before, except that our affairs are our little secrets and can't be easily discussed. Mom, I will do it." Mom smiled and said, "I know Xiaohe is the smartest. Watch TV with Mom." My relationship with Mom returned to its original state, harmonious and peaceful. I didn't need to think about whether there was any hidden meaning in her words or the special purpose of her actions. There was nothing to deliberately hide from her, and nothing to explain to her for a long time.

Mom said, "Xiaohe, I went to work today. Do you know what the people at the company said?" "What did they say? Did they say they hadn't seen me in a long time, and that I've become especially beautiful, even more beautiful and charming than before?" Mom beamed, "More than that! They said I'm like a completely different person, so much more radiant than before. They even asked if I'd found a boyfriend again, if I'd found love, and what he looks like." I glanced at Mom. She really had become much prettier recently. Her skin was whiter and more radiant than before, especially her expressions. Before, she always seemed deliberate and stiff, but now her smiles seemed to hide a spring-like joy, every frown and smile so charming.

I quickly pressed my mother, "So what did you say?"

My mother smiled gently, "Of course I admitted it openly. Of course, I'm not stupid; why would I mention your name?" My heart was filled with a jumble of emotions. I couldn't believe it had been exposed so quickly. The marks of sex on my mother's body were obvious; it was impossible for others not to notice. It was normal for them to ask if she had a boyfriend, but I never imagined it was with her own son, me, doing what normal men and women do. My mother and I are now deeply in love, seemingly inseparable, but to outsiders, it's nothing short of outrageous. Society won't accept us; we have no moral or ethical standing. We can't even make our relationship public. Even the slightest leak would cause a huge uproar. People around us would despise us, hate us, and we'd be unable to live in our familiar surroundings anymore.

I won't abandon my mother. Even if it's immoral, incestuous, or adulterous, I will never leave her side. Seemingly sensing my thoughts, Mom was silent for a moment. When she looked up at me again, it was just as I had made my decision. Our determined gazes met, and we both instinctively gripped each other's hands, giving each other confidence and support.

I said, "Mom, is your boyfriend handsome?"

"Yes, he's very handsome.

" "Is he gentle?"

"Very gentle."

"Is he faithful?"

"Faithful."

"Is he romantic?

" "Romantic."

"Is he a womanizer?"

"I can't answer all these questions." Mom finally couldn't hold back any longer and waved her hand in protest, saying, "How about asking something else, like income, house, car, or something?" I said, "One last question: Will you love each other until you grow old?" Mom firmly said, "Yes." I pounced on her and kissed her lips.

The living room was filled with our gasps and the sounds of our lips smacking.

As we were going to bed, my mother and I went to her bedroom at the same time. She had changed into a soft silk nightgown and smiled at me, saying, "Xiao He, come sleep with Mom. We won't do anything tonight." I nodded and lay down behind her, holding her soft body in my arms. My hands couldn't help but wander over her nightgown, wanting to reach for her chest. Mom stopped me, saying, "Didn't we agree that we wouldn't do anything tonight?" I said, "Mom, I won't do anything, but you should give me something sweet, otherwise it'll be so uncomfortable." Mom let go of my hands, allowing me to slip them inside her nightgown and gently caress her breasts.

That night, I slept with my mother.

※※※※※※※※※

I returned to my room, turned on my computer, and typed "incest" into a search engine, beginning to explore this area I had never encountered before, never even considered.

Incest refers to the disruption of social identity caused by sexual relationships arising from the traditional Chinese ethical relationships of "Heaven, Earth, Ruler, Parents, and Teacher." Incest can occur between relatives of the same or opposite sex, or between relatives of different generations. Sexual relations between established relatives of different generations, other than spouses or betrothed, are considered incestuous, regardless of blood relation (sons and daughters-in-law, stepmothers, and uncles and aunts are considered adultery due to their shared generation). Sexual relations with teachers or elders were also unacceptable in ancient times.

Incest between close relatives refers to sexual relations between close relatives. Society generally opposes incest, and deeply ingrained moral values absolutely forbid such behavior. People generally refuse, prevent, and correct such incestuous sexual relations with themselves and those around them. In today's society, sex is taboo, and incest between parents and children is considered an unforgivable sin, a completely forbidden topic in mainstream society.

The most interesting finding is that in ancient times, there was a remote place where people had no ethical or moral concepts, no etiquette or respect, and their relationships did not include relatives, brothers, spouses, or men and women. It's common to see men and women living together, children not behaving like children, fathers not acting like fathers, mothers not acting like mothers, fathers and daughters, mothers and sons bathing together, and sexual relations between parents and children frequently occurring.

Moreover, during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, people didn't have the concept that incest was permissible. Fathers could have sex with their daughters, and sons could have sex with their mothers, as long as the methods were legitimate, not for personal gain, and didn't harm others, they wouldn't be condemned by society.

Finally, I saw that our country, the People's Republic of China, doesn't have any explicit regulations prohibiting incest between parents and children, and the criminal law doesn't address incest in terms of judgment or sentencing. In other words, whatever a mother and son, or father and daughter do, is legal as long as it's consensual.

※※※※※※※※※

It's my day off again. I made a large bowl of steamed cured pork and a bowl of enoki mushroom soup, along with several delicate side dishes, waiting for my mother to come home. As soon as Mom got home from work, she excitedly said before even entering the kitchen, "Xiaohe made something delicious for Mom! I could smell it from far away, and I can't wait to eat!" I helped Mom wash her hands, then respectfully served her a bowl of rice, saying, "Mom, you must be tired from work, please eat." Mom smiled and touched my face, "Xiaohe is the best. She's so good and sensible to Mom. Mom is the happiest." "Mom, you flatter me. You're the best mom in the world too." The meal was spent slowly, with me picking a bite of food for Mom and her picking a bite for me. After the meal, I took care of all the remaining housework. Mom praised me a few times and then left. I cleaned the kitchen and dining table spotless and then went into the living room. Mom was watching TV with her legs crossed. The TV was showing the popular drama "The Battle Between Mother-in-Law and Daughter-in-Law." Mom seemed quite engrossed in the show.

I gently sat down in front of her, placed her feet, which were on a low stool, on my lap, and gently massaged the soles of her feet with my fingers. Mom, used to it, ignored me, still engrossed in her TV drama. It wasn't until I massaged her for over half an hour that she finally came to her senses, letting out a comfortable sigh: "So comfortable! What a wonderful day!" She then gently lay down face down, saying, "Xiao He, there are still some places I haven't massaged. Let's massage Mom's back a bit more." My hands gently massaged Mom's lower back until the discomfort gradually subsided, her body completely relaxed, her muscles soft and warm to the touch. I lifted Mom's skirt, revealing her smooth thighs, and slowly began to massage them. Mom needs to wear high heels to work, so leg pain is inevitable.

I looked up and suddenly saw my mother turning to look at me, a playful smile on her face, a smile that held a deeper meaning: "Xiaohe, you used to massage me like this all the time. Did you have feelings for me back then?" I quickly replied, "Of course not. I only knew how to be good to you, Mom. To me, you're just Mom, nothing more." My mother moved closer to me: "Didn't you have even the slightest fantasy about me? You're so close to me, and you can see my body all the time." I raised my hand and said, "If I ever had even the slightest impure thought about you, Mom, may you never speak to me again.

" "I swear, I swear."

Mom smiled: "Really?"

I promised: "Really. Besides, Mom, you raised me, don't you know me? Apart from, apart from masturbating a few times during puberty, I've never had any other evil thoughts." Mom looked at me with interest, a smile playing on her lips, and said: "Seeing how sincere you are, okay, Mom believes you. But you can't lift Mom's skirt anymore, and even if you do, you can't look at Mom's body without permission. And don't let your evil thoughts run wild, understand?" "I understand, I understand," I promised repeatedly.

After saying this, a mischievous smile appeared on Mom's face: "Xiao He, have you ever masturbated? Do it again so Mom can see if it's normal." I was shocked and finally couldn't resist Mom's repeated attacks. I screamed and fled back to my room in a sorry state, leaving only Mom's hearty laughter in the living room.

When I returned home the next day, the house was sparkling clean. My mother was dressed very casually, wearing super short shorts that revealed her long, fair legs, and a tight white tank top. Judging from the shape of her chest, she wasn't wearing a bra.

Seeing me, she took off the last bit of her undershirt and greeted me, "Xiaohe's back. Wash your hands, let's eat." Sitting at the table, smelling the aroma of the food, I just buried my head in my food, not daring to look up. My mother, however, kept talking to me and even served me food.

After finally finishing my meal, I practically fled the table, but my mother wouldn't let me go, insisting on chatting with me on the sofa. I was distracted, absent-minded, and didn't dare look directly at her. I vaguely remembered the last time my mother dressed so revealingly and sexily; I was very young then, and didn't have a basic understanding of women's aesthetics. Since then, my mother's clothing had always been very traditional and formal. Now that I'm older, facing my mother dressed like this again, I felt I couldn't resist her allure.

"Why are you stammering, Xiaohe?"

"Huh? Is it? I, I don't know."

Mom smiled at me. "Why don't you dare look at Mom?"

"Mom looks so beautiful today, I don't dare to look."

"So what if you look? It won't hurt you."

I closed my eyes. "Looking will give me impure thoughts. I promise Mom I won't have impure thoughts about you. You can't look." Mom scolded me coquettishly, "Mom said you can look, so look. I'll allow you to have impure thoughts about Mom." I opened my eyes and looked at Mom. She was right in front of me, her full breasts almost touching my chest, her bare thighs pressed against my legs. "Xiaohe, am I pretty?" Mom asked. I swallowed hard. "Yes," I replied. Mom took my hand and placed it on her chest. "Feel it. What does it feel like?" I said nervously. "It's soft, bouncy, and warm." "How do you feel now?" "Xiaohe is very aroused. I want it."

"You want Mom?"

I nodded nervously. "Yes, I want it. But it's still early, Mom. Shall we do it now?" Mom raised her eyebrows. "What? Have sex? Xiaohe had sex with Mom. Tell me, how did you manage to do it? How did you end up on this incestuous path with Mom?" Mom's words made me want to run away again. Faced with such an explosive question, I felt like I was being pushed to the edge of a cliff.

I racked my brains trying to explain: "It's because... because Mom is too beautiful, too alluring..." Mom said, "It's because Mom seduced you, right?" I quickly shook my head: "No, no, no, it was me, it was Xiao He, Xiao He is too lewd, his mind is always filled with evil thoughts, it's all because of Xiao He." Mom sighed, leaned back gently on the sofa, and said, "Then tell me, what exactly caused it?" I thought for a moment and said, "It must have been the bathroom incident. Because I accidentally saw... and then..." Mom said, "Because you accidentally saw Mom's naked body, and then you, in your youth, couldn't resist your desires and had an inappropriate relationship with Mom, right?" I didn't dare to argue and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Mom said, "Alright, now that things are clear, Mom has no more questions. But Mom now needs to reconstruct the entire course of events that day to find a deeper reason. Mom is going to take a shower now." I was dumbfounded: "Take a shower!?" After saying that, Mom ignored me and drifted away from the living room. Then I heard the bathroom door close, and then Mom really started taking a shower.

I stood there dumbfounded, the events of that night still vivid in my mind. That night, I was sitting in the living room just like I am now, while my mother was taking a shower… I don't know how long I sat there dumbfounded, when suddenly I heard a loud crash from the bathroom, followed by a gasp from my mother. I jumped up and rushed over, just like last time, calling out at the bathroom door,

“Mom, are you okay?”

Water was running inside, and after a while, I heard my mother say, “I’m fine, Xiaohe, come in.” I was bewildered; my mother hadn’t said that last time. I thought to myself, “Mom, you’re wrong, that’s not how it was last time.” I yelled again, “Mom, did you fall? I need to come in!” My mother said, “Didn’t I tell you to come in?” She had completely lost her act. I shook my head, reluctantly opened the door, and stepped into the bathroom. Instead of my mother lying on the floor like I had imagined, a spray of water hit me, soaking my face and hair. I quickly covered myself and shouted, "Mom, that's not how it happened that night! You shouldn't have had any water. You should have lay on the floor, and then I would have carried you out." The water finally stopped, and I heard my mother's voice in my ear: "Really?" When I finally managed to dry my eyes and looked at my mother, I was shocked. There was no bathing, no nakedness. My mother was still wearing the same clothes she had been in the living room, not a single piece off, and there wasn't a drop of water on her body. She was holding a showerhead and had just been spraying me .

I was bewildered: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

My mother had already rushed over from the other side with a smile, laughing and scolding me, "Silly boy!" She pounced on me and kissed me.

I was still a little dazed when my mother turned on the showerhead. Water poured over both of us, and my mother's clothes quickly became wet. Her originally sexy body became soft and slippery, and my desire was quickly ignited. I turned from passive to active and began to grope my mother's body.

My mother was breathless from my kisses. I suddenly lifted her hand, pulled off her vest, and then traced a path down her earlobe, across her neck, to her collarbone. Finally, I knelt in front of her, burying my head in her breasts and enjoying the sensation.

I lifted her thighs, ignoring the water on them, and licked them frantically. I pulled down her shorts, leaving her in only her underwear. I licked and sucked her body relentlessly—her legs, waist, abdomen, and back. I even pressed her against the sink and licked her round buttocks from behind. My mother rubbed my body incessantly, even reaching into my underwear to grasp and vigorously rub my penis. After half an hour of playing with her, I finally couldn't hold back any longer. My body trembled slightly with desire. I hugged her and said, "Mom, I want to do it." My mother bit her lip: "No, let's not do it in the bathroom, let's go to Mom's room." We walked out of the bathroom, almost naked, through the living room, and into my mother's bedroom. I couldn't wait to push her down onto the bed and mount her. My mother resisted, smiling seductively, and said, "Xiao He, don't be in such a hurry. How about I give you oral sex?" I was burning with lust and didn't know the benefits, but seeing my mother's insistence, I had no choice but to agree.

My mother pulled down my soaked underwear, then grasped my large, erect penis, which was throbbing with desire. She smiled seductively at me, lowered her head, opened her mouth, first licking the head of my penis with her tongue, then swallowing it with her lips, taking about half of it in before slowly withdrawing, then swallowing it again. She repeated this repeatedly.

I took a breath, and a surge of pleasure I'd never experienced before rushed to my head, like an electric current running down my spine. The pleasure was so intense I couldn't even utter a sound of praise. My mother quickened her pace, and wave after wave of electric-like pleasure washed over me. I just wanted this moment to last forever. After dozens of thrusts, my mother grew tired. She released my glans, no longer holding it in, and licked the edge of my glans and the frenulum with her tongue. Still

wanting more, I said to my mother, "Mom, can you do that again? It felt so good." My mother said, "Mom's tired, maybe next time." I took off my mother's last piece of underwear, and she gently lay down on the bed. I lay on top of her, gently stroking her body. I took one of her nipples into my mouth, and with my other hand, I reached between her legs. There, her pubic hair grew abundantly, and a trickle of moisture flowed from between her soft labia. I gently inserted my finger into her vagina, using it to probe the way for my penis.

My mother moaned softly, her body writhing like a snake. Seeing that we were both quite aroused, I slowly guided the head of my penis to the entrance of her vagina and said, "Mom, are you ready? I'm going to come in." My mother moaned, "Yes, come in." I thrust my hips forward, and my penis entered her vagina inch by inch. My mother's brows furrowed and then relaxed, as she enjoyed the sensation.

I don't know how much time passed, but the wind outside gently stirred the curtains, and night gradually fell. My mother and I were reaching the most passionate stage of our lovemaking. Feeling my penis thrusting intensely inside my mother's body, she throbbed with pleasure, clinging to my neck and kissing me passionately: "Mommy is so happy! Mommy is going to heaven, you know? Xiaohe, you are Mommy's dearest son, Mommy loves you." I fucked her like a storm, saying, "Mommy, your son loves you the most, fucking with Mommy is the most comfortable, your son will definitely take you to heaven." Mommy responded to my thrusts: "Mommy is already in heaven, every day with your son is heaven." Under Mommy's tight grip, I suddenly tensed up, panting, "Mommy, I can't hold back, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, your son is going to cum, Mommy." Mommy responded to me, wrapping her legs around my waist, saying, "Cum, baby, cum all inside, Mommy is in her fertile period, I'll get pregnant." I finally couldn't hold back anymore, roared, and my semen surged from my testicles into my vas deferens, then shot all over my urethra into Mommy's uterus. He continued thrusting relentlessly while I ejaculated. My mother, like a small boat in a storm, was quickly overwhelmed by my torrential orgasms, climaxing along with me.

A long, long time passed before the storm of orgasms slowly subsided. My mother and I exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly.

After the passion subsided, my mother leaned lazily against me and said, "Xiao He, do you remember that night? It was a few days after you saw my naked body in the bathroom. That night, I asked you to sleep with me, and then, without either of us knowing, we had our first time." (

This post contains 40194 characters. )

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/221838.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=221838&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Hospitality

Next Page : bad cousin

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Amazing changes

comment Open a new window to view comments