Mother and child parting

The afternoon sun, filtered through the sparse trees, streamed into Lin Jiajun's detached house, casting a soft, pale light in the second-floor living room. This light seemed imbued with emotion, echoing the violin piece Lin Jiajun was playing, saturated with a lingering, melancholic sadness. The living room contained nothing but a row of sofas and a piano.

Oh, right! There was also an old photograph hanging on the wall: a handsome military officer in uniform, a refined and elegant woman, and a chubby-cheeked baby in her arms. The officer was Jiajun's father; he perished in a shipwreck in Kinmen when Jiajun was two years old. The elegant and beautiful woman was Jiajun's mother, a talented woman from a prominent family in the Jiangnan region, with the beautiful name Wu Ruoxi. She studied at a university in Taiwan, married the officer, and is now a cultural figure in Taiwan's fashion industry. For sixteen years, she single-handedly raised and nurtured Lin Jiajun, a musical genius. The baby was none other than Lin Jiajun, who had just turned eighteen. In 48 hours, he would be flying across the ocean to study music at the prestigious University of Rochester. He was currently playing his own composition, "Farewell." He had an immense attachment to his family. Although after he turned two, it had been just him and his mother living together, his mother had given him almost everything he could want—except, of course, love!

At fifteen, Lin Jiajun displayed extraordinary musical talent. His mother organized a piano concert for him, instantly making him a household name across Taiwan and the mainland. That year, he also understood love. He fell in love with a beautiful woman twenty years his senior—her mother, Wu Ruoxi. When he told his mother he loved her, she initially thought no son could dislike his mother. But Jiajun declared it was "love," not just liking; he wanted to marry her. His mother was stunned. Her fifteen-year-old son said he loved her and was determined to marry her—it seemed absurd. She simply assumed it was his artistic sensibility and dismissed it.

It wasn't until her son frequently hugged and kissed her at home, even boldly slipping his hand under her skirt to caress her, that she finally realized the seriousness of the situation. She had a serious talk with her son, telling him it was an Oedipus complex that he needed to overcome, and that mother and son shouldn't have romantic love. She then sent him to a boarding music school, only allowing him to come home during holidays, hoping to help him become more independent. However, Lin Jiajun was deeply affected. He accepted his mother's explanation but couldn't shake off the torment of that sinful, forbidden feeling. The more he tried to escape, the deeper it became, to the point that the professor noticed his beloved student's musical works were becoming increasingly sorrowful, with his most famous piece being the deeply mournful "Farewell."

This caused the professor some concern. He spoke with his student's mother, asking her to guide her son and prevent the loss of his father at a young age from affecting his artistic path. Wu Ruoxi asked her son why he was like this, and he simply said, "I desire love but cannot have it." Wu Ruoxi was at a loss, completely at a loss… Lin Jiajun's quick acceptance of the American university's invitation was also an escape, a desire to escape this inescapable, forbidden abyss. His mother understood her son's feelings; she thought, if the body can escape, can the heart? The closer the day of his departure drew, the more worried she became. People say the one who tied the knot must untie it, but how could she untie this knot in her son's heart? She also realized at the same time how much she herself clung to her son.

"Jun'er, please stop playing this piece, okay?" Wu Ruoxi appeared in her son's small living room.

She wore a long dress adorned with pale, abstract floral patterns, her slender fingers resting on her son's shoulders, her elegant oval face full of concern.

Lin Jiajun stopped playing, put down the violin, and turned to give his mother a faint smile. His mother came over and gently hugged him. "Jun'er, Mom is also reluctant to let you go, but you've grown up. An eighteen-year-old man should be out there exploring the world. As the ancients said, 'Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles.'" Lin Jiajun slowly raised his hands and wrapped them around his mother's arms.

"Mom is most afraid that you won't be able to live and study happily over there. Jun'er, why make things difficult for yourself for a woman who is getting old?" Lin Jiajun excitedly pushed his mother's head away from his chest, looking directly at her smooth face. "Mom, no one can change the natural cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death. All we can do is change ourselves. Buddhist teachings say that everything in the world arises from the mind, and so-called aging only exists in the heart. In my heart, Mom will never grow old, and will always be the most beautiful one." Wu Ruoxi's bright eyes sparkled, moved by her son's words. Their eyes met instantly, as if everything around them had disappeared, and they could almost hear each other's heartbeats.

Lin Jiajun gently lowered his head and kissed his mother Wu Ruoxi's round forehead, then her straight nose, and finally her slightly parted lips... His fiery lips sucked on his mother's lips as if to swallow her whole. His tongue gently pushed into his mother's warm and fragrant mouth, searching for her other tongue, entwining with it, exchanging passionate saliva. His mother's hands wrapped around his neck, panting as she responded to his passionate kiss. His hands continued to rub and caress his mother's back, moving down to her mature and full buttocks, squeezing and kneading her buttocks through her long skirt.

Only when they were both a little out of breath did the son release his lips from Wu Ruoxi's mouth, but before she could catch her breath, his lips rained down on her smooth, white neck, moving down to her two round mounds of breasts, sucking them forcefully through her bra. Her feet were lifted off the ground. Her son held her shapely, firm waist with one arm, while his other hand lifted her skirt. His slender, soft fingers, enough to make any girl jealous, roamed over her snow-white, plump thighs, finally climbing up the inner thighs to her clitoris. "Ah...ah," she murmured, unable to suppress the urge to climax.

Lin Jiajun's heart pounded, his face flushed with excitement. His hand, which had been playing with his mother's clitoris, was damp with a slippery substance. He panted heavily as he pulled down his mother's panties, then unbuckled his own belt, kicking them to his feet. He then pulled down his own panties, revealing his erect, purplish-red penis, which now resembled a soldier on a battlefield, needing to find a target to kill to release its pent-up emotions. Lin Jiajun lifted his mother onto the sofa, parted her legs, and entered her. He rolled up her skirt and placed it around his waist. The thick, dark pubic hair at the base of her legs, revealing a slightly parted red slit, aroused him even more. He bent down, straightened his penis, and thrust it forward, aiming at the pool of moisture.

Wu Ruoxi silently thought, "It's coming, it's coming." The taboo was about to be broken, the gates of incestuous desire between mother and son would be shattered, and her own son would penetrate her. The forbidden torrent of pleasure surged through her, making it hard to breathe. She was as shy as a virgin on her first night, unable to look directly at him. A tingling sensation ran through her genitals, followed by another. Her intuition told her that her son hadn't penetrated her.

Lin Jiajun failed to penetrate her twice. On the third attempt, he straightened his penis, aimed at her vulva, and thrust forward. His mother also lifted her plump buttocks at the opportune moment, and the head of his penis finally entered her fleshy passage. He impatiently lowered his hips, and most of his penis disappeared into his mother's vagina. Both mother and he let out a moan at the same time. A pleasurable pressure spread from his penis throughout his body. He lay on top of his mother and began to thrust in and out, each time fully inserted and then withdrawing, leaving only the head. His young and erect penis didn't need any skill; its hardness and heat were its greatest assets.

"Ah..." Wu Ruoxi was overwhelmed by waves of pleasure, and even her hand covering her mouth couldn't suppress the moans of pleasure. Suddenly, her son grabbed her legs and pressed them against his chest. Her plump buttocks involuntarily rose, the angle more suitable for the insertion of his penis. She felt his penis penetrating her even deeper, and the more intense pleasure completely overwhelmed her. Her hands gripped the sofa cushions tightly. Lin Jiajun's buttocks felt like a heavy object falling from above, slamming repeatedly onto his mother's raised buttocks, each impact producing a crisp slapping sound. He thrust faster and faster, suddenly feeling his mother's vagina twitch, biting and swallowing his penis with each thrust. He let out a low growl, thrusting a dozen times, a tingling sensation spreading throughout his body, and a gush of semen spurted out, shooting directly into his mother's body.

After their lovemaking, mother and son embraced. Seeing her son's satisfied smile, Wu Ruoxi felt both shy and happy. She pushed her son away from her and got up to go to the bathroom.

Lin Jiajun lay motionless on the sofa, panting. The ecstatic pleasure he had just experienced was something he would cherish for a lifetime. Thinking of this, his previously defeated penis became erect again.

Hearing the sound of water from the bathroom, his mother's mature body came to mind. He got up and went to the bathroom.

Wu Ruoxi, carefully showering herself, was hugged from behind by her son as he entered. She tried to dodge but couldn't. Her son's hands roamed over her body, making it impossible for her to concentrate on washing. She put down the showerhead and turned to scold her son, "You child..."

Before she could finish, he blocked her way, then lifted her up and pressed her against the wall. Several slender fingers accurately found their way to the center of her genitals, those fingers that had produced such beautiful music finding new vitality there.

After hearing his mother moan again, and noticing his hands, now covered in mud, gripping her lower body, Lin Jiajun lifted one of his mother's plump, alluring thighs with his left hand, and with his right hand, aimed his erect penis at her clitoris and thrust his hips forward, penetrating her most of the way in at once. Then, he wrapped his right arm around his mother's shapely waist and began to thrust with satisfaction.

The bathroom was filled with the scent of lust.

After a few minutes of thrusting, Lin Jiajun saw that his mother must be tired leaning against the wall, so he lifted her buttocks and whispered, "Mom, hold on tight, let's go to bed!" He

gently lifted his mother's buttocks as they walked, making gentle thrusts.

Once in the bedroom, he laid his mother down on the large bed, and eagerly pounced on her, kissing her full breasts. His lower body found the muddy spot, and he thrust his hips in fully.

"Mom, are you comfortable?" Lin Jiajun asked softly, kissing his mother's earlobe.

His mother turned her head away shyly. Lin Jiajun got up and wrapped one of his mother's legs around him, making her lie on her side with her legs together, bent towards her chest. He knelt behind her buttocks, positioned his penis against her tightly closed vulva, and thrust in forcefully, letting out a low groan as he entered her again.

This time, the thrusting wasn't fast, but each time it went all the way in. His hips hit his mother's buttocks, causing the whole bed to shake slightly with a creaking sound.

"Ah...ah..." His mother's pleasure surged again, her buttocks involuntarily arching back and forth to meet his thrusts, which greatly stimulated his desire. His penis felt a tingling sensation, and he quickly stopped thrusting, almost ejaculating again.

He gently swayed his hips, causing his penis to grind and sway inside his mother's vagina. After a dozen or so thrusts, he forcefully pulled his mother's waist, making her kneel on the bed.

Knowing he was about to penetrate her in this position, the mother tried to dodge in embarrassment, but he held her waist tightly. Before she could reach back to block, his hot member was already inside her again.

The mother buried her face in the blanket in shame. Lin Jiajun thrust forcefully a dozen times, then leaned down to kiss her smooth back, his lower body moving gently. Slippery love juices seeped out of her vulva with each thrust. He freed one hand to caress her breasts.

This double assault aroused the mother's emotions once more; she arched her buttocks upwards forcefully, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Seeing his opportunity, Lin Jiajun stretched out his hands, placed them on his mother's shoulders, and forcefully pulled her up, pressing his hips firmly against her buttocks. He began a final, frenzied thrusting… Six months later, Lin Jiajun's former teacher from China found Wu Ruoxi, showing her a photo of Lin Jiajun winning an award and a musical score. He said, "I've never heard Jiajun compose such a joyful piece before. He's matured!"

[The End]

The afternoon sunlight, filtered through sparse trees, streamed into Lin Jiajun's detached house, casting a soft, pale light in the second-floor living room. This light seemed to carry an emotion, echoing the violin piece Lin Jiajun was playing, saturated with a lingering, melancholic sadness. The living room contained nothing but a row of sofas and a piano.

Oh, right! There's an old photograph hanging on the wall: a handsome military officer in uniform, a refined and elegant woman, and a chubby-cheeked baby in her arms. The officer is Jiajun's father; he perished in a shipwreck in Kinmen when Jiajun was two. The elegant and beautiful woman is Jiajun's mother, a talented woman from a prominent family in the Jiangnan region, named Wu Ruoxi. She studied at a university in Taiwan, married the officer, and is now a cultural figure in Taiwan's fashion industry. For sixteen years, she single-handedly raised and nurtured Lin Jiajun, a musical prodigy. The baby is, of course, Lin Jiajun, who just turned eighteen. In 48 hours, he will fly across the ocean to study music at the prestigious University of Rochester. He is currently playing his own composition, "Farewell." He has so much attachment to this family. Although after he turned two, it was just him and his mother living together, his mother gave him almost everything he could want—except, of course, love!

At 15, Lin Jiajun displayed extraordinary musical talent. His mother organized a piano concert for him, instantly making him a household name across Taiwan. That same year, he also experienced love, falling for a beautiful woman 20 years his senior—his mother, Wu Ruoxi. When he confessed his love to his mother, she initially dismissed it as a son who didn't love his mother. But Jiajun clarified that it was "love," not just liking; he wanted to marry her. His mother was stunned. Her 15-year-old son saying he loved her and was determined to marry her seemed absurd. She dismissed it as his artistic whim. It wasn't

until her son frequently hugged and kissed her at home, even boldly reaching under her skirt to caress her, that she realized the seriousness of the situation. She had a serious talk with her son, explaining that it was an Oedipus complex that he needed to overcome, and that romantic love between mother and son was unacceptable. She then enrolled him in a boarding music school, allowing him to return home only during holidays, hoping to foster his independence. Lin Jiajun was deeply affected. He accepted his mother's explanation, yet he couldn't escape the torment of that sinful, forbidden love. The more he tried to escape, the deeper the torment became. The professor noticed his beloved student's musical works were becoming increasingly sorrowful, with his most famous piece, "Farewell," being a deeply mournful lament.

This caused the professor some concern. He spoke with his student's mother, asking her to guide her son and prevent the loss of his father at a young age from affecting his artistic path. Wu Ruoxi asked her son why he was like this, and he simply said, "I desire love but cannot have it." Wu Ruoxi was at a loss, completely bewildered… Lin Jiajun's quick acceptance of the American university's invitation was also an escape, a desire to escape this inescapable cage of taboo. His mother understood her son's feelings. She wondered, if the body can escape, can the heart? As the day of his departure drew closer, her worries grew. It's said that the one who tied the knot must untie it, but how could she untie this knot in her son's heart? She also realized at the same time that she was just as attached to her son.

"Jun'er, please stop playing this piece, okay?" Wu Ruoxi appeared in her son's small living room.

She wore a long dress adorned with light-colored, abstract floral patterns, her slender fingers resting on her son's shoulders, her elegant oval face full of concern.

Lin Jiajun stopped playing, put down the violin, and turned to give his mother a faint smile. His mother came over and gently hugged him. "Jun'er, Mom is also reluctant to let you go, but you've grown up. An eighteen-year-old man should be out there exploring the world. As the ancients said, 'Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles.'" Lin Jiajun slowly raised his hands, passing them under his mother's arms to embrace her.

"Mom is most afraid that you won't be able to live and study happily over there. Jun'er, why make things difficult for yourself for a woman who is getting old?" Lin Jiajun excitedly pushed his mother's head away from his chest, looking directly into her smooth face. "Mom, no one can change the natural cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death. All we can do is change ourselves. Buddhist teachings say that everything in the world arises from the mind, and so-called aging only exists in the heart. In my heart, Mom will never grow old, and will always be the most beautiful." Wu Ruoxi's bright eyes sparkled, moved by her son's words. Their eyes met instantly, as if everything around them had ceased to exist, and they could almost hear each other's heartbeats.

Lin Jiajun gently lowered his head and kissed his mother Wu Ruoxi's round forehead, then her straight nose, and finally her slightly parted lips... His fiery lips sucked on his mother's lips as if to swallow her whole. His tongue gently pushed into his mother's warm and fragrant mouth, searching for her other tongue, entwining with it, exchanging passionate saliva. His mother's hands wrapped around his neck, panting as she responded to his passionate kiss. His hands continued to rub and caress his mother's back, moving down to her mature and full buttocks, squeezing and kneading her buttocks through her long skirt.

Only when they were both a little out of breath did the son release his lips from Wu Ruoxi's mouth, but before she could catch her breath, his lips rained down on her smooth, white neck, moving down to her two round mounds of breasts, sucking them forcefully through her bra. Her feet were lifted off the ground. Her son held her shapely, firm waist with one arm, while his other hand lifted her skirt. His slender, soft fingers, enough to make any girl jealous, roamed over her snow-white, plump thighs, finally climbing up the inner thighs to her clitoris. "Ah...ah," she murmured, unable to suppress the urge to climax.

Lin Jiajun's heart pounded, his face flushed with excitement. His hand, which had been playing with his mother's clitoris, was damp with a slippery substance. He panted heavily as he pulled down his mother's panties, then unbuckled his own belt, kicking them to his feet. He then pulled down his own panties, revealing his erect, purplish-red penis, which now resembled a soldier on a battlefield, needing to find a target to kill to release its pent-up emotions. Lin Jiajun lifted his mother onto the sofa, parted her legs, and entered her. He rolled up her skirt and placed it around his waist. The thick, dark pubic hair at the base of her legs, revealing a slightly parted red slit, aroused him even more. He bent down, straightened his penis, and thrust it forward, aiming at the pool of moisture.

Wu Ruoxi silently thought, "It's coming, it's coming." The taboo was about to be broken, the gates of incestuous desire between mother and son would be shattered, and her own son would penetrate her. The forbidden torrent of pleasure surged through her, making it hard to breathe. She was as shy as a virgin on her first night, unable to look directly at him. A tingling sensation ran through her genitals, followed by another. Her intuition told her that her son hadn't penetrated her.

Lin Jiajun failed to penetrate her twice. On the third attempt, he straightened his penis, aimed at her vulva, and thrust forward. His mother also lifted her plump buttocks at the opportune moment, and the head of his penis finally entered her fleshy passage. He impatiently lowered his hips, and most of his penis disappeared into his mother's vagina. Both mother and he let out a moan at the same time. A pleasurable pressure spread from his penis throughout his body. He lay on top of his mother and began to thrust in and out, each time fully inserted and then withdrawing, leaving only the head. His young and erect penis didn't need any skill; its hardness and heat were its greatest assets.

"Ah..." Wu Ruoxi was overwhelmed by waves of pleasure, and even her hand covering her mouth couldn't suppress the moans of pleasure. Suddenly, her son grabbed her legs and pressed them against his chest. Her plump buttocks involuntarily rose, the angle more suitable for the insertion of his penis. She felt his penis penetrating her even deeper, and the more intense pleasure completely overwhelmed her. Her hands gripped the sofa cushions tightly. Lin Jiajun's buttocks felt like a heavy object falling from above, slamming repeatedly onto his mother's raised buttocks, each impact producing a crisp slapping sound. He thrust faster and faster, suddenly feeling his mother's vagina twitch, biting and swallowing his penis with each thrust. He let out a low growl, thrusting a dozen times, a tingling sensation spreading throughout his body, and a gush of semen spurted out, shooting directly into his mother's body.

After their lovemaking, mother and son embraced. Seeing her son's satisfied smile, Wu Ruoxi felt both shy and happy. She pushed her son away from her and got up to go to the bathroom.

Lin Jiajun lay motionless on the sofa, panting. The soul-stirring pleasure he had just experienced was something he would cherish for a lifetime. Thinking of this, his penis, which had been defeated after his charge, became erect again.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, his mother's mature body came to mind. He got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Wu Ruoxi, who was carefully washing her body, was hugged from behind by her son as he entered. She tried to dodge but it was too late. Her son's hands were groping her from behind, making it impossible for her to concentrate on washing. She put down the showerhead, turned around, and scolded him, "You child..."

Before she could finish, he blocked her way, then lifted her up and pressed her against the wall. Several slender fingers accurately positioned themselves on the center of her genitals, those fingers that had produced such beautiful music finding new vitality there.

After hearing his mother moan again, and with his hands, now covered in mud, Lin Jiajun lifted one of his mother's round, alluring thighs with his left hand, and with his right hand, aimed his penis at her clitoris and thrust his hips forward, penetrating most of it in one go. Then, he wrapped his right arm around his mother's shapely waist and began to thrust with pleasure.

The bathroom was filled with the scent of lust.

After a few minutes of thrusting, Lin Jiajun saw that his mother must be tired leaning against the wall, so he lifted her buttocks and whispered, "Mom, hold on tight, let's go to bed!"

As they walked, he gently lifted his mother's buttocks, making gentle thrusts.

Upon reaching the bedroom, he laid his mother down on the large bed and eagerly pounced on her, kissing her full breasts. His lower body found the wetness and he thrust in fully.

"Mom, are you comfortable?" Lin Jiajun whispered, kissing his mother's ear.

His mother turned her head away shyly. Lin Jiajun got up and wrapped one of his mother's legs around him, making her lie on her side with her legs together, bent towards her chest. He knelt behind her buttocks, aligning his penis with her tightly closed vulva, and thrust forcefully, letting out a low moan as he entered again.

This time, the thrusting wasn't fast, but each time it went all the way in. His hips hit his mother's buttocks, causing the entire bed to sway gently, creaking.

"Ah...ah..." His mother's pleasure surged again, her buttocks involuntarily arching back and forth to meet his thrusts, greatly stimulating his desire. A wave of tingling sensation washed over his penis, and he quickly stopped thrusting, almost ejaculating again.

He gently swayed his hips, grinding and undulating his penis inside his mother's vagina. After a dozen or so thrusts, he forcefully pulled his mother's waist, making her kneel on the bed.

Knowing he was going to penetrate her in this position, his mother tried to dodge in embarrassment, but he held her waist tightly. Before she could even raise her hand to block, his hot member was already inside her again.

His mother buried her face in the blanket in shame. Lin Jiajun thrust forcefully a dozen times, then leaned down to kiss his mother's smooth back, his lower body moving gently. Slippery love juice seeped out of her vulva with each thrust. He freed one hand to caress his mother's breasts.

This double assault aroused his mother's emotions once more; she arched her buttocks upwards forcefully, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Seeing his opportunity, Lin Jiajun reached forward and placed his hands on his mother's shoulders, forcefully lifting her up while pressing his hips firmly against her buttocks. He began his final, frenzied thrusting... Six months later, Lin Jiajun's former teacher from China found Wu Ruoxi, showing her a photo of Lin Jiajun receiving an award and a musical score, saying, "I've never heard Jiajun compose such a joyful piece before. He's matured!"

[The End]

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