My Mother and I's Sexual Relationship (Part 1)

This is not incest, not pornography, but the great love between mother and son

. Perhaps some readers will call this fiction, wishful thinking. My beloved mother is right beside me at the computer, watching me write down our intimate, soul-deeply intertwined, loving, and unforgettable story of mother-son sex and family life. This is a simple, honest description of my feelings; please offer your heartfelt comments. Previous novels about motherhood often focused on sexual descriptions, with exaggerated sounds, "ahhhhh," and claims of eight orgasms in one night—clearly exaggerated. After carefully reading about my experience with my mother, perhaps you will gain some insight.
First, let me introduce us. My mother: 58 years old, born in 1958, 172 cm tall, 140 kg (approximately 70 kg). Normal weight; Shandong women are typically tall. I: Born in 1982, 35 years old, 159 cm tall, 120 kg (approximately 60 kg). I'm considered short for a man, average-looking, and not particularly bright, but thankfully not mentally disabled. Bedwetting at 16 years old
indicates insufficient secretion of antidiuretic hormone from the pituitary gland,
and delayed physical development.
My mother got married at 22 and gave birth to me the following year. We lived in one of the poorest counties in Shandong, and it's still one of the most underdeveloped. I'll keep the specific county name confidential, please understand. My mother told me that she suffered severe postpartum hemorrhage during my birth and almost died. My father took care of us for six months during my postpartum period, ensuring my mother received proper postpartum care. My father was the youngest in my grandfather's family, the fifth child. My father and mother were the same age. He graduated from high school, which was considered high achievement in those days. Therefore, he was assigned to teach junior high school in a small town. My mother was illiterate. According to school regulations, my parents couldn't be given a teacher's family house; at that time, they lived in simple bungalows. My grandfather's rural regulations stipulated that teachers who went to work outside the village were considered cadres who had deserted production and wouldn't be allocated land or a house foundation. So, my father had nothing in my grandfather's hometown and nothing in the town. My mother and I spent my postpartum period in a relative's dilapidated house. Fortunately, I was born in late spring, so my mother and I were a little more comfortable; if it had been winter, we would have frozen to death. My mother's family valued my father because he was a teacher who had left the workforce, a highly sought-after position back then. My mother and I share the same birthday, a rare occurrence. What a coincidence! I heard that my father's salary in 1982 was barely enough to feed our family. In 1984, Shandong province implemented a strict one-child policy. My parents dared not violate the rules, otherwise my father would lose his job and face a hefty fine. Therefore, I was the only child. My father relied on my maternal grandparents' help to get through those difficult times. My mother told me that when I was little, we were fortunate enough not to go hungry. My mother, while doing housework and taking care of me, noticed that I was growing slower than other children my age and had intellectual disabilities. My parents were very worried. They went to the county hospital, but the medical care in that poor county was very underdeveloped. The doctor, using the hospital's equipment and relying on experience, said I had intellectual disabilities and might be intellectually disabled for life. My mother cried bitterly. She cared for me every day. By the time I was six, I could walk but not speak. For those six years, my mother and father learned Chinese characters. My mother learned a lot of knowledge from books. Our township was the poorest in the entire county. We rented a house in town. My mother was very worried; the three of us didn't even have a home of our own. When I was six years old, just old enough to walk, my mother started doing the smallest business. She sold clothes, socks, shoes, and hats in the small town. I heard that my father borrowed money from many of his teacher colleagues because teachers' salaries were only paid a few times a year back then, and the township government was in arrears with teachers' salaries. I guess that's when the term "stinking intellectual" came about. My mother and father suffered a lot. The clothes and shoes my mother bought were wholesale from Qingdao by our neighbors in town. People were still relatively honest back then; seeing how hard our family was working, they would bring my mother goods. Often, my mother would give them money for the journey or give them gifts to express her gratitude. My mother and I set up a small stall on the streets of the town. The town was so poor back then. Very few people could afford to buy things. Even eating was a problem; where would they get the money to buy anything? At six years old, I was noticeably slower than other children my age, and my friends bullied me. My mother had to worry about me while serving customers. My mother cried often. When I was eight, other children my age started elementary school. I was still clueless. My mother sent me to the elementary school near our house, but I cried every day, sneaking away and refusing to go to school. The teachers were worried too; my mother said they all kept an eye on me, making sure I didn't get lost. My mother's street stall business was also constantly busy; she was always worried about me, and she was almost at her breaking point. This ordeal continued until I was 14, when I graduated from elementary school. My mother still keeps my black-and-white graduation photo; there weren't any color ones back then. I went to middle school, thankfully in a small town, and my father's colleague was my homeroom teacher. No matter how hard I studied, I just couldn't grasp it. Luckily, my Chinese was okay; I just memorized the characters. I scored around ten points on tests, but I got zero in geometry—just pure luck, mostly on multiple-choice or true/false questions. Now I'm 35, and I still don't know a single chemical symbol, let alone a molecular formula. Physics—I got zero too. I know a few sentences in English, all memorized. My dad's colleague collapsed from exhaustion; he just couldn't figure me out. I told him I might have intellectual disabilities, and there was no hope for my studies. During this time, my mom's street stall could earn 8 yuan a day, which was pretty good in our small town back then. When I got home, my mom cooked delicious meals. I missed my mom every day, and as soon as I got home, I would hug and cling to her. Because of my intellectual disability, my classmates all gave way to me. The teacher threatened them, saying that if anyone bullied me, I would have to go to the hospital, which would be a big problem. My classmates ignored me and treated me like I had a mental disability. My dad's salary was 200 yuan a month. Unfortunately, it was always delayed by the township government. The county and town were so poor back then that even public officials couldn't get paid. If it weren't for my mom, we would have had trouble even eating. My maternal grandfather's family lived in the countryside, and they often helped us with grain and vegetables. My mom said I was still lucky; at least I had enough to eat. In my third year of junior high, I took the high school entrance exam, and my total score across all subjects was just over 100 points. My parents and teachers sighed. I was also very upset. I repeated a year of high school, and my teachers and dad were exhausted, but I still didn't improve. Back then, education was all about rote memorization. I had to get up at 5 a.m., even in winter, before dawn, and my mom would take me. Other students went to school on their own. I was 14, and my mom still had to take me. She and I would get up at 5 a.m. to take me to school, and then she'd have to make breakfast for my dad, and after that, she'd set up her street stall. I can't even write anymore; my mom is crying terribly next to me, and I'm crying too. We're hugging each other and sobbing. After repeating a year, I only scored less than 200 points on the high school entrance exam. According to the education bureau's regulations at the time, I wasn't even qualified for the worst high school of the year, the Fourth High School. Luckily, the Fourth High School was in our town, and my dad used connections to get me in. I was already 19, but I was still like a child. During class, I still missed my mom. I don't know why, but I didn't miss my dad. I was a local student, so I could go home and sleep with my mom every day. Students from other villages had to board at school. I was a 19-year-old high school freshman, and I still had to sleep in the same room as my parents, otherwise I was afraid of ghosts. When I was little, they always talked about how the town was haunted. My parents held me close until I was 18. Because I always wet the bed, they put plastic sheets on all the beds at home. When I was 19, they built me a small bed out of bricks. In my first year of high school, I simply couldn't understand anything. I lacked basic knowledge. Every day was like diligently completing a task. I just endured three years. During this time, my mother bought a house in town; I heard it cost three thousand yuan, which was a huge sum back then. I graduated high school at 23. My father suffered a heart attack while visiting my grandfather in the countryside. Medical care was terrible then; the ambulance had to travel 80 miles to get there. It was too late. Our family was devastated. My mother cried helplessly for months. I was terrified; it felt like the sky had fallen. That was in 2004. My mother looked at the few pieces of furniture we had and said, "My son is grown up; he needs to get married. I'll find him a girlfriend." I'm only 159cm tall, and my family is poor. Kids my age all have children. In poor areas, people get married young. I told my mother I didn't want a wife, I just wanted her. At that time, I vaguely understood things about men and women; it was from a pornographic book I read at the market. That's when I started having wet dreams, and I dreamt of being with my mother like in those books. My mother found my bedsheets and became anxious to find me a wife. She went through several matchmakers, and for a year and a half, blind dates were the most important thing for my mother and me. My mother would take me on her bicycle, with the matchmakers leading us to various villages to see girls. I was always shy and blushed, rarely speaking. At that time, my family wasn't considered well-off in town; raising pigs and farming in the countryside was considered quite good. So, based on our family background, especially my height, there were no responses. My mother and I remember going on 29 blind dates in a year and a half. None of them agreed. My mother often secretly cried. When I saw this, I would quickly hug her, saying, "Mom, I don't want a wife. We're so good together, why let an outsider into our family? It's so awkward." I helped my mother with her stall to support the family. My mother hugged me and cried even harder. It was summer of 2005. My mother was frantic. She asked an acquaintance in a city 200 kilometers from our home to find a girl my age. They got engaged and bought a motorcycle. The girl rode it, but I couldn't ride. As soon as I accelerated, it veered into a ditch by the roadside, leaving me screaming. The wedding was in the fall. The wedding procession was huge, the banquet was grand, and they bought a complete set of furniture, a color TV, a washing machine, solid wood chairs, etc.—considered good for a small town. My mother spent a total of 30,000 yuan, all her savings. On her wedding day, my mother cried tears of joy for a long time. Relatives cried too. My husband's grandmother was no longer alive. My mother's siblings didn't get along well; only my aunt attended the wedding. My grandfather's family was large; they had 32 tables for the banquet. We were all exhausted that night and went to sleep. The next day, my mother secretly told me that she and the bride had to "do *that*" that night. I blushed and said, "Mom, I don't know how!" My mother said, "I've read all those comic books you've been secretly reading. Just treat the bride like the mother in the books." I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear into a mouse hole. That night, the bride ignored me. I said that way, but she didn't want to. I was too embarrassed, because we were strangers. It was late autumn, and the night was cold. My mother overheard us talking. We lived in that one small house, and she was staying in a side room. The next day, while my wife was out buying things, my mother scolded me and even threatened to hit me.She said she spent half her life savings to get me a wife, but I don't know how to use her. My mother is looking forward to holding her grandson. My mother cried. I hugged my mother and said, "Don't cry, I don't want to get a wife, I just want to stay with you like this for the rest of my life." My mother gave me a pornographic VCD and said, "Watch it tonight and learn." We watched it that night, and our hearts were pounding with excitement. My wife still didn't like doing "that." I begged her, saying, "My mother has worked so hard, she earned money with her blood and sweat to marry you. You have to help our family have a baby!" My wife was furious and said, "We didn't find a wife, we found a baby-making tool." A few days later, my mother asked every day and even had a private talk with my wife. My wife is the same age as me, the same height, but only weighs 90 pounds, too thin. That night, taking advantage of the excitement from the pornographic VCD, I forcibly took off my wife's pants. It was the first time I had seen a woman's private parts, and I was extremely nervous. My penis was already swollen as if it was going to explode. My wife looked at my penis and said I wasn't human, I was an animal. I still didn't understand. She said she had never seen one so big. I still didn't know what she meant. She tried to open her vagina with her hands, but I still couldn't penetrate her; hers was too small, and mine was too big. It was 22 centimeters long and 5 li (a unit of length) thick when erect (this was measured by my mother using both a hard and a soft ruler; I'll mention it later). She cried like she was going to die, and I was terrified. My mother quickly opened the door and came inside. She was stunned when she saw my large penis. She blushed and left, telling us to go to sleep. The next day, my wife said I should stay with my mother and not go to my wife; she wanted a divorce. I cried and begged her. "Don't divorce me! My mother and I have looked at 32 girls, and none of them agreed. You're only pitying us out of kindness. Don't go!" My wife didn't even shed a tear. I told her about my mother's hardships, but I didn't expect my mother to overhear our conversation. My wife went out shopping in anger, going to the market to buy some good food. When my mother came out, she slapped me twice and burst into tears. I felt sorry for my mother and cried too. Mom said, "I heard everything you said. I can't sleep every night because I hear your noise. We've been deceived. Your wife isn't a virgin. She's a slut. And she doesn't want to be with you. Are you stupid? You've seen 32 women who disagreed, and you can't say that? You're incredibly stupid!" Mom cried, saying, "We're already married. As long as she has children for our family and lives with us, that's enough." Mom said she wanted to see my penis. I was embarrassed. I was so ashamed. I closed my eyes, my mind blank, and took off my pants. Mom said, "I'm your mother. Your whole body is from me. I've taken care of you for 24 years." Mom let me watch a DVD. I got an erection. Mom rubbed it a couple of times, and I felt like I was going to explode. Mom found my old ruler from school and measured my penis from the base. The ruler wasn't big enough; it was only 20 centimeters. Mom said mine was at least 22 centimeters. Mom immediately ran out. Later, Mom and my wife came back together. Mom immediately went out to make room for us. My wife, furious, pulled down her pants and lay on the bed. "Come on. I'll have your baby." She took out some lubricant (my mother bought it; I only later learned what it was for). She forcefully spread her vaginal muscles, her mouth open, sweating profusely from the pain. I entered her; it felt warm, slippery, and tight. My wife yelled, "Pull back! Pull!" I accidentally slipped out. My wife was sweating from the pain. An hour passed, still no ejaculation. Two hours passed, still no ejaculation. My wife desperately begged me to call 120 (emergency services), saying someone would die. I got dressed, picked up the home phone, and called my mother. My mother came back, helped my wife get dressed, and we found a van to go to the county hospital, which was 80 miles away. The hospital examined us. They said my wife was normal. My condition was hypersexuality, and they suspected infertility. They needed to do a semen analysis. They gave me a cup and took me to a small room, saying they would get the sample to the lab. I asked the doctor how to get the sample, and the doctor angrily said, "You're 24! Are you stupid?" and left. My wife told my mother she'd go back to her parents' house for a few days to rest. My mother and a neighbor drove her home in a van with the medication prescribed by the hospital. An hour later, the doctor came to the small house and asked if I was out. I was still standing there dumbfounded. The uncle, annoyed, said, "My God, are you stupid? You masturbated and got it out!" I still didn't understand, and he angrily told me, "You two should go home first." The doctor and my mother said, "Is your son mentally challenged or sexually ignorant? You should go home first. Buy some books to read." After my mother and I got home, she secretly cried. My wife had been at her parents' house for ten days and hadn't called. My mother said she had a feeling my wife would divorce me and never come back. I hugged my mother and cried. My mother said, "Let's ask the matchmaker to buy some gifts and do everything we can to bring her back." My mother spent over 800 yuan buying a van full of chicken, duck, fish, and meat. The matchmaker took us there, but no one would open the door. Later, out of respect for the matchmaker, they told us to go home and wait. We waited anxiously, but a few days later, they said they were divorcing us in court. They also demanded 10,000 yuan in compensation for lost youth. My wife was already riding my mother's newly bought motorcycle and demanded a dowry, including gifts and money, at least 15,000 yuan. Later, I was so angry I wanted to kill her. Even the matchmaker my mother found couldn't help. She was still sued. I was terrified on the day of the court hearing. My mother, my other relatives, and I were too scared to go. The woman's side had over 30 people. They even insulted my mother and tried to intimidate us. Even the court staff were watching us closely. My mother acted like a hero, single-handedly facing dozens of people. Later, I cried, recounting our situation and my mother's hardships. My plea moved even the court officials and the woman's relatives to tears. Eventually, the woman relented and we got a divorce. It was evening when we got home. My mother cried secretly. She asked me, "You were very manly in court today. You must have been scared of that situation. Why were you so brave today? You said Mom is your everything, and you'll take care of her and be filial to her for the rest of your life. Is that true?" I said, "For Mom, I'd risk my life." We cried and didn't even eat dinner. The next day, Mom couldn't get up as usual. I went to her room and found her breathing was very weak. I was terrified and cried uncontrollably. A neighbor in town called 120 (emergency services), and a minivan went to meet her. Finally, 40 minutes later, they arrived at the county hospital emergency room. I cried and begged the doctor, pleading with my mother, saying I would die without her, I didn't want to live anymore. The doctors and patients' families were all moved to tears. Later, the doctor said she needed to be hospitalized, and the neighbors helped with the payments. Mom regained consciousness that night. She looked at me with despair. The neighbors, the doctors, and some other patients' families in the hospital all told Mom, "You have a very filial son. We were all moved to tears several times." I took meticulous care of Mom, changing her clothes, feeding her, and staying by her side. The doctor said there was nothing seriously wrong; it was just that she was overworked due to stress and worry. A few days later, Mom and I went home. Mom's mood improved, and I tried to help with housework and cooking."You can't tell me about this. You're so stupid!" Mom cried, saying, "I'm already married. As long as you have children for our family and live with us, that's enough." Mom said she wanted to see my penis. I was so embarrassed. I blushed so much. I closed my eyes, my mind blank, and took off my pants. Mom said, "I'm your mother. Your whole body is from me. I've taken care of you for 24 years." Mom let me watch a DVD. I got an erection. Mom rubbed it a couple of times, and I felt like I was going to explode. Mom found the ruler I used to use in school and measured my penis from the base. The ruler wasn't big enough; it was only 20 centimeters. Mom said mine was at least 22 centimeters. Mom immediately ran out. Later, Mom and my wife came back together. Mom immediately went out to make room for us. My wife angrily took off her pants and lay on the bed. "Come on. I'll have your baby." My wife took out lubricant (my mom bought it for me. I only found out later what it was for). My wife forcefully spread her vaginal muscles, her mouth open, sweating from the pain. I went in, feeling a warm, slippery, and tight sensation. My wife yelled and pulled back her thrusting. I accidentally ejaculated. My wife was sweating profusely from the pain. An hour passed, still no ejaculation. Two hours passed, still no ejaculation. My wife desperately begged me to call 120 (emergency services), saying someone would die. I got dressed, picked up the home phone to call my mother. My mother came back, helped my wife get dressed, and we found a van to go to the county hospital, which was 80 miles away. The hospital examined us. They said my wife was normal. My condition was hypersexuality, and they suspected infertility. We needed to have a semen analysis. They gave me a cup and took me to a small room, saying they would take the sample to the lab. I asked the doctor how to get the sample, and the doctor angrily said, "You're 24, are you stupid?" and left. My wife told my mother we'd go back to her parents' house for a few days to rest. My mother and a neighbor drove my wife home in a van with the medication the hospital prescribed. An hour later, the doctor came to the small hut and asked if I had come out. I was still standing there dumbfounded. The uncle, annoyed, said, "My God, are you stupid? You masturbated and came out like that!" I still didn't understand, and he said angrily, "You should go home first." The doctor said to my mother, "Is your son mentally challenged or sexually ignorant? You should go home first. Buy some books to read." After my mother and I got home, she secretly cried. My wife had been at her parents' house for 10 days and hadn't called. My mother said she had a feeling my wife would divorce her and never come back. I hugged my mother and cried. My mother said, "Let's ask the matchmaker to buy some gifts and do everything we can to bring her back." My mother spent more than 800 yuan to buy a van full of chicken, duck, fish, and meat. The matchmaker took us there, but no one would open the door. Later, out of respect for the matchmaker, they told us to go home and wait. We waited anxiously for days, and a few days later, they said they were divorcing me in court. They also wanted 10,000 yuan in compensation for lost youth. My wife was already riding my mother's newly bought motorcycle and had asked for a dowry, including gifts and money, at least 15,000 yuan. Later, I was so angry that I wanted to kill my wife. Even the matchmaker my mother hired couldn't help. She was still sued. I was terrified on the day we went to court. My mother, my other relatives, and I were too scared to go. The woman's side had over 30 people. They even verbally abused my mother and tried to intimidate us. Even the court staff were watching us closely. My mother acted like a hero, single-handedly facing dozens of people. Later, I cried, recounting our situation and my mother's hardships. My sobs moved even the court officials and the woman's relatives to tears. Eventually, the woman relented and we got a divorce. It was evening when we got home. My mother cried secretly. She asked me, "You were so manly in court today. You must have been scared of that situation. Why were you so brave today? You said Mom is your everything, and you'll take care of her and be filial to her for the rest of your life. Is that true?" I said, "For Mom, I'd risk my life." We cried and didn't even eat dinner. The next day, my mother couldn't get out of bed like usual. When I went to my mother's room, I found her breathing was very weak. I was terrified and burst into tears. My mother was dying. A neighbor in town called 120 (emergency services), and a minivan went to meet her. Finally, 40 minutes later, we arrived at the county hospital's emergency room. I cried and begged the doctor, pleading with my mother, saying that I would die without her, and I didn't want to live anymore. The hospital doctors and patients' families were all moved to tears. Later, the doctor said she needed to be hospitalized, and the neighbors helped with the expenses. My mother regained consciousness that night. She looked at me with despair. The neighbors, the doctor, and some other patients' families in the hospital all told my mother, "You have a very filial son. We were all moved to tears several times." I took good care of my mother, changing her clothes, feeding her, and staying with her. The doctor said there was nothing seriously wrong; it was just that she was overworked due to emotional and physical stress. A few days later, my mother and I went home. My mother's mood improved, and I tried to help with the housework and cooking."You can't tell me about this. You're so stupid!" Mom cried, saying, "I'm already married. As long as you have children for our family and live with us, that's enough." Mom said she wanted to see my penis. I was so embarrassed. I blushed so much. I closed my eyes, my mind blank, and took off my pants. Mom said, "I'm your mother. Your whole body is from me. I've taken care of you for 24 years." Mom let me watch a DVD. I got an erection. Mom rubbed it a couple of times, and I felt like I was going to explode. Mom found the ruler I used to use in school and measured my penis from the base. The ruler wasn't big enough; it was only 20 centimeters. Mom said mine was at least 22 centimeters. Mom immediately ran out. Later, Mom and my wife came back together. Mom immediately went out to make room for us. My wife angrily took off her pants and lay on the bed. "Come on. I'll have your baby." My wife took out lubricant (my mom bought it for me. I only found out later what it was for). My wife forcefully spread her vaginal muscles, her mouth open, sweating from the pain. I went in, feeling a warm, slippery, and tight sensation. My wife yelled and pulled back her thrusting. I accidentally ejaculated. My wife was sweating profusely from the pain. An hour passed, still no ejaculation. Two hours passed, still no ejaculation. My wife desperately begged me to call 120 (emergency services), saying someone would die. I got dressed, picked up the home phone to call my mother. My mother came back, helped my wife get dressed, and we found a van to go to the county hospital, which was 80 miles away. The hospital examined us. They said my wife was normal. My condition was hypersexuality, and they suspected infertility. We needed to have a semen analysis. They gave me a cup and took me to a small room, saying they would take the sample to the lab. I asked the doctor how to get the sample, and the doctor angrily said, "You're 24, are you stupid?" and left. My wife told my mother we'd go back to her parents' house for a few days to rest. My mother and a neighbor drove my wife home in a van with the medication the hospital prescribed. An hour later, the doctor came to the small hut and asked if I had come out. I was still standing there dumbfounded. The uncle, annoyed, said, "My God, are you stupid? You masturbated and came out like that!" I still didn't understand, and he said angrily, "You should go home first." The doctor said to my mother, "Is your son mentally challenged or sexually ignorant? You should go home first. Buy some books to read." After my mother and I got home, she secretly cried. My wife had been at her parents' house for 10 days and hadn't called. My mother said she had a feeling my wife would divorce her and never come back. I hugged my mother and cried. My mother said, "Let's ask the matchmaker to buy some gifts and do everything we can to bring her back." My mother spent more than 800 yuan to buy a van full of chicken, duck, fish, and meat. The matchmaker took us there, but no one would open the door. Later, out of respect for the matchmaker, they told us to go home and wait. We waited anxiously for days, and a few days later, they said they were divorcing me in court. They also wanted 10,000 yuan in compensation for lost youth. My wife was already riding my mother's newly bought motorcycle and had asked for a dowry, including gifts and money, at least 15,000 yuan. Later, I was so angry that I wanted to kill my wife. Even the matchmaker my mother hired couldn't help. She was still sued. I was terrified on the day we went to court. My mother, my other relatives, and I were too scared to go. The woman's side had over 30 people. They even verbally abused my mother and tried to intimidate us. Even the court staff were watching us closely. My mother acted like a hero, single-handedly facing dozens of people. Later, I cried, recounting our situation and my mother's hardships. My sobs moved even the court officials and the woman's relatives to tears. Eventually, the woman relented and we got a divorce. It was evening when we got home. My mother cried secretly. She asked me, "You were so manly in court today. You must have been scared of that situation. Why were you so brave today? You said Mom is your everything, and you'll take care of her and be filial to her for the rest of your life. Is that true?" I said, "For Mom, I'd risk my life." We cried and didn't even eat dinner. The next day, my mother couldn't get out of bed like usual. When I went to my mother's room, I found her breathing was very weak. I was terrified and burst into tears. My mother was dying. A neighbor in town called 120 (emergency services), and a minivan went to meet her. Finally, 40 minutes later, we arrived at the county hospital's emergency room. I cried and begged the doctor, pleading with my mother, saying that I would die without her, and I didn't want to live anymore. The hospital doctors and patients' families were all moved to tears. Later, the doctor said she needed to be hospitalized, and the neighbors helped with the expenses. My mother regained consciousness that night. She looked at me with despair. The neighbors, the doctor, and some other patients' families in the hospital all told my mother, "You have a very filial son. We were all moved to tears several times." I took good care of my mother, changing her clothes, feeding her, and staying with her. The doctor said there was nothing seriously wrong; it was just that she was overworked due to emotional and physical stress. A few days later, my mother and I went home. My mother's mood improved, and I tried to help with the housework and cooking.

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