A belated marriage certificate

"Mom, are you happy? This is our marriage certificate."

I held my mother's plump body in my arms, looking at the marriage certificate we had just received from the civil affairs department, and said to her excitedly. At this moment, my mother's eyes were already blurred with tears of excitement, and her face was flushed with excitement, happiness, and a slight shyness. "Is this real? I can hardly believe it. This happiness came too suddenly."

"It's real. If you don't believe me, look at this red seal." We looked at each other affectionately, and could no longer contain our joy, we kissed passionately.

I was born in a very remote mountain village. In this impoverished place, I grew up happily. Unlike other rural children, I had no brothers or sisters. In a place like the countryside where population is manufactured, I was the only child in my family. It wasn't because my father and mother had any physical problems, but because of my mother's insistence. Unlike other rural women, my mother was the only talented woman in our surrounding villages. She was a high school student during the Cultural Revolution. If it weren't for the Cultural Revolution, she would have continued to university. However, her family's class background was considered unfavorable, so she dropped out of school and reluctantly married my father, an honest farmer. My mother had very modern ideas and believed that having more children was a burden. With her insistence, my father relented, and I was able to grow up happily under the wholehearted care of my parents, much happier than other rural children.

My mother's love for me, in particular, surpassed that of other mothers. Although she grew up in the countryside, she never did any farm work. She was dignified and beautiful, with fair skin. Except for her less elaborate clothing compared to city women, she had none of that rustic air, and her temperament was far superior to many city women. My father also loved my mother dearly and never let her do any farm work, only housework and taking care of me. I spent almost every day with my mother from a young age. She taught me many things through stories, and I loved listening to her. I believed my mother was the most knowledgeable person in the world, and I knew more than other children my age.

Because my mother was educated, she became a privately-run teacher in the village after the Cultural Revolution. She always included me in her classes, and I learned a lot while playing. I started elementary school at age six and learned exceptionally quickly. I was also the youngest in my class (this age is normal in the city, but in rural areas, people usually start school later). I attended my mother's classes almost the entire time until junior high school, which was the only level of education in the village. Because of my mother, I developed a love for learning. I never participated in the wild play of other rural children; I mostly stayed with my mother, reading and chatting.

When I graduated from junior high school, I was admitted to a high school in the city with excellent grades. The rural kids who had gone to school with me had all dropped out, returned home, gotten married, had children, and started farming. It was also because of my mother's insistence that I continued my studies.

My mother encouraged me more than once to be ambitious, to leave the countryside, and to get away from the days of toiling in the fields. I also cherished the opportunity to study, and came to the city alone to attend high school. But while my grades were first in the village, they weren't even considered good in the city; they were even below average for some people. I was under immense pressure to study. At the same time, as I grew older, my physical and mental state began to change. I stopped focusing solely on books and started having other thoughts. An unnamed desire was burning within me, and my heart was in a state of restlessness. Especially when I returned to my village every week and saw that some of my former classmates already had children, I developed extremely unstable thoughts. I started having sexual dreams and nocturnal emissions, and my grades began to decline.

Although my mother is the closest person to me, I was too embarrassed to confide in her about this, so I kept it to myself. Our communication decreased, and she noticed. She asked me with concern what was wrong. I hurriedly replied, "Nothing," and in that instant, I felt my face turn red. I glanced at her, and I froze. My mother was so dignified; her loving face was beaming with a sweet smile, and two shallow, oval dimples graced her fair skin. The moment our eyes met, my face burned. I couldn't bear to look any longer, afraid she would notice my strange gaze.

Only afterwards did I dare to take a closer look at my mother. She was nearly 40 years old and of medium build. Like other village women, she had long hair that was held back with a hairpin. Her coarse cloth clothes could not hide her beautiful figure. I can only describe her as beautiful. She was the epitome of womanhood.

Her breasts were the largest I had ever seen on a woman, and her buttocks were round and plump. When she squatted down, her pants looked like they were about to burst open. I watched my mother busy in the house and kept following her, my erection almost bursting out of my pants. I went back to my room, closed the door, took out my penis, and masturbated while fantasizing about my mother until a thick stream of semen gushed out, shooting more than a meter away. I quickly found some toilet paper to wipe up the semen that had shot onto the floor and cleaned the residue off my glans.

That night, I dreamt of having an affair with my mother, and I ejaculated all over her underwear. I realized then that I had a serious problem with my thinking. I felt guilty, that I had let my mother down because of her selfless love. I was afraid to see her, yet I desperately wanted to see her. I was trapped in a web of lust and morality, unable to escape.

I started consciously avoiding my mother. I reduced the number of times I went home; I used to go home once a week, then once every two weeks, and sometimes not at all for three weeks.

I also reduced the time I spent at home, staying at most one night before returning to school. I tried to avoid my mother and alleviate my longing for her by doing this, but I found it impossible. My thoughts were filled with her image, and my dreams were filled with scenes of intercourse with her. I also tried to escape this conflicting feeling by shifting my gaze, but I found that I seemed to have no interest in other women besides my mother.

My grades plummeted, falling to the bottom of the class. The teacher asked my parents to come to the school. I told my mother what had happened. After understanding my situation, she called me aside and said, "Child, what happened? Why have your grades dropped so quickly? This isn't how you should be." What could I say? I was speechless. I could only repeat "I'm sorry." I knew that my mother and father had argued to support my education. My mother said she didn't want my future to be like my father's, only knowing how to farm. Besides, our family was indeed poor, and it was really difficult to squeeze out money for my schooling. But what did I tell my mother? I neglected my studies because of my infatuation with her, and now I felt even more remorseful. I cried, and my mother cried too. She held me in her arms, saying, "Child, don't cry. Mom knows you'll try your best."

To be honest, this was the first time I had been so intimately close to a mature woman, and one I loved most. I could clearly feel the softness of my mother's body and her breath. At that moment, my erection came to a stop, pressing against my mother's lower abdomen. I tried to pull away, but it was too late. I could feel my mother's body tremble with surprise. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her flushed face. I felt both nervous and excited. A few minutes passed, and I pressed myself even closer to my mother. I could clearly feel the softness of her chest against mine. We held each other like that for about ten minutes without speaking. I felt our breathing and heartbeats quickening. My mother had stayed at my school for two days, and we resumed our previous interactions, but something felt off. We both seemed hesitant to look each other in the eye, especially my mother's eyes. They had lost their former kindness but gained a touch of coquettishness. A stirring of desire began to rise within me, a romantic impulse surging within me. My mother's smile seemed shy and reserved, unlike her usual openness. My heart began to pound. Did my mother share my feelings?

I went to see my mother off on the day she left. It was several dozen miles from the county town to the village, including a ten-mile walk after getting off the bus. I couldn't bear to leave her, so I decided to see her off. Surprisingly, she didn't refuse, unlike her usual self. On the bus, we sat close together, though there was still some distance between us, but neither of us seemed willing to separate. We rarely spoke along the way, but I felt we were both secretly observing each other. When we got off the bus, it was almost dusk. Bathed in the setting sun, we walked along the country road, watching the departing... As we drew closer to home, our pace slowed involuntarily. The villagers had finished their work and were resting; looking around, apart from the wisps of smoke rising from the distant farmhouses, there was no one else in sight. I followed closely behind my mother, watching her plump figure move with such delicate grace. When we reached a stone bridge, I suggested we rest. For villagers, this distance was nothing, but my mother seemed particularly tired, repeatedly saying, "Okay, okay."

We sat down by a grove of trees not far from the bridge, still unsure of what to say.

I mustered my courage and said, "Mom, I like you."

My mother blushed, but tried to remain calm, saying, "Mom likes you too."

Upon hearing my mother's words, I immediately seized the opportunity, reaching out to grab her hand. "Mom, will you be my woman?"

She was startled and tried to pull her hand away, but I held it firmly. "Let go quickly, it'll be embarrassing if others see."

Seeing that her reaction wasn't intense, I moved closer to her. "Mom, do you know, my grades aren't improving, it's all because of you. My mind is filled with your image, I can't live without you."

My mother's face flushed red. I reached out and hugged her, embracing her soft waist. My mother closed her eyes, and I boldly lowered my head to kiss her cheek, then her lips, reaching straight for my mother's breasts, which I had longed for. I touched them through her thin clothing. For the first time since I became an adult, I touched my mother's soft breasts. My hands trembled, and I excitedly increased the force of my kneading. My mother made soft "oh, oh" sounds. Suddenly, my mother reached out and hugged me, and took the initiative to kiss me passionately. Her tongue aggressively entered my mouth and became intertwined with mine. We sucked each other's saliva, and our breaths mingled together. I couldn't help but start to unbutton my mother's clothes.

My mother gently pushed me and said, "Don't panic, not here."

She got up and pulled me deeper into the woods. Beside a large tree, she turned around, and I was immediately stunned. The buttons on her blouse were undone, and her breasts, without a bra, sprang out from under her clothes. A pair of unbelievably large breasts hung swaying on her chest, so round, so white, with two dark red nipples firmly set in the center of her coffee-colored areolas. I pounced on her and knelt down... Standing before my mother, I embraced her plump buttocks, my face pressed tightly against her hot, soft breasts, inhaling their fragrance. I opened my mouth to take in the long-awaited nipple, trying to open it wide to take in more, but her breasts were so large that my hands couldn't fully cover one. Excitedly, I bit and licked her breasts. Her cries grew louder, her breathing heavier. I easily removed her top.

She had already unbuckled her belt, and I, too, could no longer restrain myself; my lower body felt like it was about to burst. I simply pulled down my mother's pants and laid her down on the ground. She squinted at me. I quickly stripped off all my clothes and lay on top of her naked body. The sensation of our skin rubbing against each other was incredibly pleasurable. "Come on, son, Mom can't take it anymore," I said, climbing off her. I grasped my large penis. My mother had already spread her plump, white legs, revealing her mysterious cleft. I saw that the cleft was already covered with a white liquid. Out of curiosity, I leaned down again, pressing my face close to my mother's secret place to find the source of the liquid. I could already smell my mother's scent—a very invigorating scent. Finally, I could see where the water was flowing. A small opening was covered in white liquid. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and licked it. It was a little sour and astringent, but not the taste I had imagined. I licked it back and forth with my tongue. My mother's legs tightly clamped around my head, rubbing it back and forth. Her hands stroked my head, and the sounds coming from her throat became increasingly alluring. I licked my mother's cleft clean. At my mother's repeated requests, I placed my penis at the entrance of her vagina. The moment my glans touched her opening, my mother thrust forward with her body. I heard my mother let out a long sigh, "Ah..." I only felt my penis drilling into her. I entered a slippery, narrow hole, my mother's body rubbing against my penis back and forth. The feeling was incredibly pleasurable. "Move, child, move!"

I finally reacted and instantly began thrusting violently. My mother started screaming wildly, seemingly oblivious to everything around her. Her breasts swayed rhythmically with my thrusts, and I grabbed them, kneading and squeezing them forcefully. We were enjoying ourselves madly. My mother hugged me tightly, panting heavily and shouting loudly, then pressed me down beneath her, straddling me and rocking me back and forth. I can't describe my mother's frenzy at that moment; I only know that it was more intense than usual. She was like a completely different person. I can't even describe her beauty. The violent shaking of her breasts was a visual treat for me. My mother shook for less than a minute before she strained her whole body. You could see the veins on her neck. She caught her breath, rolled her eyes, and suddenly let out a long sigh. It was as if all the energy she had been holding back exploded at once. She shook even more violently, shouting, "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me now."

I didn't know what was wrong with my mother, but under her violent shaking and her constant pleas, I lost control and felt a surge of heat gushing out of my body, making my mother scream.

This was perhaps a woman's climax (as confirmed by my mother afterward). My mother slumped against me like a lump of mud, breathing heavily, her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and I caressed her.

I suddenly felt a warmth on my shoulder and saw my mother's tears streaming down her face. I quickly helped her sit up. "Mom, what's wrong? I'm sorry."

I thought she was crying because of this. "Mom isn't sad, Mom is just so happy. You made Mom feel like she's still a woman."

I was surprised. It turned out that the relationship between my father and mother wasn't as perfect as it seemed. First, on a cultural level, my mother and father didn't share a common language. Even in the whole village, I was the only one who could communicate with my mother. Second, my father's long hours of labor must have taken a toll on his body, and he was no longer capable in matters of the heart. Before my first time with my mother, she hadn't had sex for more than half a year.

After all, she was only a woman in her forties, and her needs were still very strong. All of this laid the foundation for my successful realization of my dream. I whispered sweet nothings to my mother, promising to love and care for her for the rest of my life, and she lay contentedly in my arms.

We made love a second time, a third time, until I could no longer ejaculate. Each time, our coordination grew more and more perfect. My mother lost count of how many times she came. When we emerged from the forest, the moon was high in the sky, illuminating the earth brightly. It was almost 11 o'clock when we got home. I lied to my mother, saying the car had broken down on the way and we had to walk back.

My mother then used the excuse of helping me tidy up the house to come to my room and we embraced, kissed, and caressed each other for a long time. That night I slept soundly, finally regaining the restful sleep I hadn't had in a long time. In my dream, I replayed the passionate scene with my mother.

The next day was my return to the city for school. I didn't let my father see me off; instead, my mother and I went to the grove again to enjoy our lovemaking. It was then that I declared that I would be successful in the future and that I would marry my mother in the truest sense. As I got on the bus, I saw my mother's happy tears welling up again.

But to be honest, I felt a bit sore down there. My mother and I established a new kind of relationship. In front of others, we were mother and son; in private, we were husband and wife. I studied hard, and whenever I had the chance, I made love to my mother almost frantically.

A few months later, my mother suddenly came to visit me at school. I took her to the woods behind the school, and we kissed and caressed each other. After enjoying our time together, my mother told me she was pregnant. I was stunned. As a high school sophomore, this sudden news shocked me. My mother asked me what to do. After much consideration, I decided to have an abortion. My mother cried, and I comforted her, promising her that there would be another chance. I bought some medicine at the pharmacy, and my mother and I went back to the woods where we had first met. After taking the medicine, it took her more than two hours to urinate. She was in extreme pain. You could say that I had an abortion while holding my mother.

I took two days off to stay home with my mother. In the days that followed, we were very careful. I would never ejaculate inside my mother's body during her ovulation period, except for her mouth and anus.

It's worth going into detail about this. It's true that my first time was with my mother, but my mother also had many firsts with me, such as oral sex and anal sex. After my mother had a miscarriage, I was in a lot of pain at home. I saw my mother right next to me but couldn't do anything. I had seen women sucking men's penises in books and on TV, so I asked my mother to do it for me. My mother hesitated a bit. In her mind, this was a perverted act. She had never tried it before, but for my sake, she bent down and opened her mouth to take my penis in. My mother adapted quickly. Her tongue licked my penis so well. Especially when I was standing on top of her, watching my penis go in and out of her mouth, I felt a strong sense of conquest. After more than ten minutes of licking and sucking, I ejaculated into my mother's mouth. After taking a big gulp, she couldn't stand the pungent smell and almost vomited, but she still carefully licked my penis clean, muttering to herself, "You'll get used to it from now on."

I felt very gratified at that moment, and my love for my mother grew even stronger. This time, I again asked my mother for anal sex, and she obliged. However, it was incredibly painful for her. I had to lubricate her with my saliva, and it took a lot of effort to insert my penis completely. When I came out, there was even feces on the head of my penis. I still managed to ejaculate inside her anus. Anal sex is rare; sometimes I only do it when my mother is menstruating. But I always give her an enema first, otherwise, we'll repeat the same embarrassing incident from the first time. Even today, my mother and I can't help but laugh when we talk about that anal sex incident. It's especially funny to think about my mother's embarrassment afterward.

My grades started to improve gradually, and my mother saw it and was overjoyed. The love between us became more and more solid, and it basically replaced the mother-son relationship. My mother also wholeheartedly played the role of a good wife. Especially on the issue of sex, as long as I made a request, my mother would not refuse me even if she was aroused. Although she did not like me to have anal sex with her, she completely agreed.

We spent a happy year like this. Before I knew it, I took the college entrance exam and was admitted to a university far from home. My mother and I were both worried; we were reluctant to leave each other. But my studies were crucial to my future, so my mother still supported my education. At this time, my father's health was declining, and my mother basically took on all the household chores. However, since school required a lot of money, and seeing how hard my mother was working, I decided to give up. My mother firmly disagreed. With her insistence, I packed my bags and came to a new living environment—a very large city. I cherished the opportunity to study and was very careful to save every penny. I knew that every penny I spent... Every penny was earned with my mother's hard work and sweat. I often thought about her, but there was no telephone at home, so I could only keep in touch with her by writing letters. Once I was familiar with the whole environment, I started working part-time to reduce my studies. I worked several jobs, and with my heavy academic workload, I was really tired. But whenever I returned to my dormitory and took out my mother's photo to look at it carefully, I would gain a lot of strength. I still remembered my promise to my mother that I would work hard to give her a better life. Finally, I was able to send money home. I wondered what my mother's reaction would be when she received the money I sent back. My mother had never traveled far from home before, and I was considering asking her to come over.

I worked even harder to earn money. I wrote to my mother, and she came. She had lost weight and her skin was dark from working so hard, especially her hands, which were rough. When she saw me, she also said I had lost weight. We arrived at a place I had rented outside the school, feeling sorry for each other. Once inside, I was overjoyed to ease my longing. I pulled open my mother's clothes. Her body was still snow-white. She never exposed her arms or the back of her neck like other women when she worked in the fields. She knew I liked women with fair skin, so even when her body was soaked with sweat, she was still covered by clothes. So her body was still so white. I thirstily grabbed her breasts, which hadn't shrunk, and licked her still firm nipples. My semen filled all three of my mother's eyes. Afterwards, my mother told me that she would cry whenever she thought of me. I comforted her, explaining that my father's condition wasn't very good; he coughed all the time. I originally wanted to keep my mother for a few more days, but she was too worried about home. In the short three days I spent there, I only took her on a simple trip for half a day. The rest of the time we spent in the small house on the bed, and she even relieved herself there.

I can't remember how many times I ejaculated inside my mother. When I took her to the station, I didn't care about the strange looks from those around us and hugged and kissed her for a long time. Although my mother was shy, she felt sweet, and I could see the excitement in her heart.

Unlike the other boys, who came from wealthy families and spent their time at school chasing girls and having fun, they all said I was an oddity among modern people. I had no friends and rarely interacted with others. There was only one person I got along with well; her name was Chen Jing, my classmate. She came from a good family and was pretty, though her skin was a bit dark. Many boys in the class wanted to pursue her, but she ignored them all. She often came to my dorm to ask me to go for walks and chat. Everyone says she likes me, but I really don't feel anything for her; I just consider her a close friend. However, I can sense her feelings for me. She always tries to help me, but I don't want to accept pity or charity. So, she often comes to the dorm to do my laundry while I'm out earning money. Every time I come back and see the clean clothes, my roommates make envious and sarcastic remarks, but I ignore them. One night... She came to see me, saying it was her birthday and she wanted me to spend it with her. Of course, I couldn't refuse. She took me to a rather upscale entertainment venue. We sat together chatting and eating. Under the candlelight, I finally got a good look at this woman, whom I could call my confidante. I gasped. She really was beautiful. How had I never noticed before? I blurted out, "You..." "So beautiful."

She blushed and smiled, a smile so sweet that I couldn't help but think of my mother back then. We played until very late, and when we got back, the dormitory door was already closed. She apologized to me for keeping me from resting, and I said it was my fault. So we strolled through the moonlit campus, and suddenly she reached out and took my hand. "Do you like me?"

We stopped, and her hungry eyes looked at me with sincere affection. I was speechless for a while. She let go of my hand and took a deep breath: "Ah, never mind, I understand." I was genuinely stunned by her sudden outburst, but now that I'd calmed down, I grabbed her hand: "I like you." She threw herself into my arms, and we kissed, hand in hand, until we reached a small grove on campus. She gave me her first time; it was the first time I'd ever experienced the feeling of breaking a hymen. She had a great figure—tall, shapely, and very voluptuous. Although she couldn't compare to my mother's, I hadn't done it in a long time.

Lying in my arms, she told me to love her forever, that I couldn't betray her. I agreed. We started appearing on campus as a couple. She absolutely supported me materially, and we rented an apartment off-campus and began living together.

One day I received a letter from my mother saying that something had happened at home and I needed to come home immediately. Jing also wanted to come back with me. I was in a dilemma. What would my mother think when she saw me? But I had no choice. We went home together. When I got out of the car, my mother was already waiting for me by the roadside. I was shocked to see her. Her belly was already very prominent. My mother was pregnant. She was very happy to see me, but Jing suddenly grabbed my arm from behind. My mother's face immediately fell. After a brief introduction, I learned that my father was seriously ill and could not get out of bed. My mother knew that I was coming back today and specially walked more than ten miles to pick me up.

Jing, my mother, and I hurried home. I couldn't ask my mother about the reason for her pregnancy, but Jing seemed to find it novel that my mother was pregnant at her age. Her thoughts were etched on her smiling face. My mother didn't say a word the whole way, and I didn't talk to her either. When we reached the place where my mother and I had done the first thing together, Jing wanted to rest for a while. I saw my mother staring into the depths of the woods with tears in her eyes, which she quickly wiped away. When we got home, I checked on my father's condition. He was forcing himself to sit up despite the pain. I didn't expect that when he saw Jing, he would suddenly frown. Luckily, Jing is innocent and always stays close to me. Wherever I go, she follows. I tried to find an opportunity to ask my mother about the situation, but I didn't succeed.

It wasn't until evening, when Jing complained of being tired, that I settled her in to rest before coming out of the room. My mother was already standing in the yard. I quickly pulled her into the woodshed, where she was already in tears. I wiped her tears and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with your belly?"

My mother immediately snuggled into my arms. "I'm five months pregnant."

As soon as she said that, I knew. My mother had been gone from me for exactly that long. "Is it mine?"

"What do you mean?"

My mother cried even harder. I quickly hugged her and comforted her. "Mom, I know it's mine."

"Then why did you ask?" Then she added, "What happened to her (Jing)?"

I was speechless. Seeing my predicament, my mother said, "That's not what I meant. You will eventually have to settle down and start your own family. I understand."

My mother said these words through tears. I hugged her and kissed her. My mother calmed down, and we kissed passionately. I took off my mother's clothes again. At this moment, I saw that my mother's breasts were bigger than before, and they were full and swollen. I said, "Mom, your breasts are much bigger than before."

My mother laughed through her tears, "If they weren't bigger, what would your child eat after birth?"

I carefully made love to my mother. Actually, I was also very tired, but it had been too long since I had made love with my mother, and it was also my responsibility to comfort her.

The next day, my father wanted to speak with me alone, while my mother quietly went to visit the neighbors in the village. I sat beside my father. "Son," he said, "I'm useless. I'm worthless. I haven't been able to bring you and your mother a good life. I can't hold on much longer. I know how much you and your mother love each other

." Hearing this, I was shocked. I quickly knelt down and begged my father for forgiveness. My father said, "Get up quickly. I'm not blaming you. I understand. Your mother has had a hard time too. I want to thank you. My biggest worry now is your mother. She's pregnant now, and you're still in school. If I'm gone, how will she manage? What are your plans? Your mother has been so good to you. She not only gave you life but also brought you another one."

"Dad, don't say anymore. I won't let Mom down." After talking for a long time, I told my father to rest more. That afternoon, my father passed away.

After finishing my chores at home, I wanted to take my mother away from here. Jing was very supportive, but my mother was unwilling. I knew she didn't want to see me with other women. I had no choice but to go back first and come back to pick her up when she was about to give birth. I left some money for my mother and asked the neighbor to help take care of her. Jing and I went back, but I couldn't stop worrying about my mother.

I counted down the days. When my mother's due date was approaching, I went back early to pick her up and bring her to the place where Jing and I lived. I told Jing not to stay there for the time being, and Jing was very obedient. I devoted myself to taking care of my mother, and Jing often made time to visit her. Finally, the day arrived for the birth of my first child. I was constantly worried about what kind of child it would be, after all, we were so close. I waited outside the delivery room for the birth of the little life. After hearing my mother's groan of pain, I finally heard the baby cry. Thank God, the baby was fine. Jing and I went into the delivery room to see my mother. She was covered in sweat and looked very weak. When the baby was brought to my mother and me, seeing my mother's happy face, my mind was in turmoil.

After a few days in the hospital, I took my mother home. Jing paid all the hospital bills, and I told her I would pay her back. Jing said, "Why are you being so polite with me? Your mother is my mother too!"

Jing wanted to hire a caregiver for my mother, but I disagreed, saying I could manage. Although I was with my mother every day, I didn't sleep in the same bed with her. Watching my child suckle at my mother's large, white breasts every day, I felt the pleasure of tasting breast milk again. My mother's breasts had so much milk; if you squeezed it, it would spring out more than a meter. For the past few months, my mother had been giving me oral sex. Several months have passed.

I've hardly spent any time with Jing, and she has some complaints, but I can't bear to leave my mother.

The truth eventually came out. That day, when I returned home, my mother closed the door, hugged me, and said, "It's been so long, and I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities. Now, I'm yours."

When I turned around, my mother was already completely naked. I couldn't hold back any longer and pulled her onto the bed. We were both too crazy, forgetting everything around us. Just as my mother was riding me and moaning loudest, the door suddenly opened, and Jing appeared in front of us. My mother hurriedly got off me, but it was too late. She stood there blankly, watching my mother and me, and started crying. She turned and ran out.

I put on my clothes and chased after her. I told her my story with my mother, but she didn't want to listen. She said she would never forgive me. That's how I ended my most sincere relationship besides with my mother.

I didn't stay in that city any longer. I took my mother and child and left for another unfamiliar city. I kept my promise to my mother, took wedding photos at a photo studio, and registered our marriage at the civil affairs department. But I always felt indebted to Jing.

[The End]

"Mom, are you happy? This is our marriage certificate."

I held my mother's plump body in my arms, looking at the marriage certificate I had just received from the civil affairs department, and said to her excitedly. At this moment, my mother's eyes were already blurred with tears of excitement, and her face was flushed with excitement, happiness and a little shyness. "Is this real? I can hardly believe it. This happiness came too suddenly." "It

's real. If you don't believe me, look at this red seal." We looked at each other affectionately, and could no longer contain our joy, and kissed passionately.

I was born in a very remote mountain village. In this impoverished place, I grew up happily. Unlike other rural children, I had no brothers or sisters. In a place like the countryside where population is manufactured, I was the only child in my family. It wasn't because my father and mother had any physical problems, but because of my mother's insistence. Unlike other rural women, my mother was the only talented woman in our surrounding villages. She was a high school student during the Cultural Revolution. If it weren't for the Cultural Revolution, she would have continued to university. However, her family's class background was considered unfavorable, so she dropped out of school and reluctantly married my father, an honest farmer. My mother had very modern ideas and believed that having more children was a burden. With her insistence, my father relented, and I was able to grow up happily under the wholehearted care of my parents, much happier than other rural children.

My mother's love for me, in particular, surpassed that of other mothers. Although she grew up in the countryside, she never did any farm work. She was dignified and beautiful, with fair skin. Except for her less elaborate clothing compared to city women, she had none of that rustic air, and her temperament was far superior to many city women. My father also loved my mother dearly and never let her do any farm work, only housework and taking care of me. I spent almost every day with my mother from a young age. She taught me many things through stories, and I loved listening to her. I believed my mother was the most knowledgeable person in the world, and I knew more than other children my age.

Because my mother was educated, she became a privately-run teacher in the village after the Cultural Revolution. She always included me in her classes, and I learned a lot while playing. I started elementary school at age six and learned exceptionally quickly. I was also the youngest in my class (this age is normal in the city, but in rural areas, people usually start school later). I attended my mother's classes almost the entire time until junior high school, which was the only level of education in the village. Because of my mother, I developed a love for learning. I never participated in the wild play of other rural children; I mostly stayed with my mother, reading and chatting.

When I graduated from junior high school, I was admitted to a high school in the city with excellent grades. The rural kids who had gone to school with me had all dropped out, returned home, gotten married, had children, and started farming. It was also because of my mother's insistence that I continued my studies.

My mother repeatedly encouraged me to strive for success, to leave the countryside, and escape the backbreaking labor of farming. I cherished the opportunity to study and came to the city to attend high school. However, while my grades were first in the village, they weren't even considered good in the city; they were below average for most students. The pressure of studying was immense. At the same time, as I grew older, my physical and mental state began to change. I no longer focused solely on books; I started to have other thoughts. An unnamed desire burned within me, and my heart was in a state of restlessness. Especially when I returned to the village every week and saw that some of my former classmates already had children, I developed extremely unstable thoughts. I started having sexual dreams and nocturnal emissions, and my grades began to decline.

Although my mother is the closest person to me, I was too embarrassed to confide in her about this, so I kept it to myself. Our communication decreased, and she noticed. She asked me with concern what was wrong. I hurriedly replied, "Nothing," and in that instant, I felt my face turn red. I glanced at her, and I froze. My mother was so dignified; her loving face was beaming with a sweet smile, and two shallow, oval dimples graced her fair skin. The moment our eyes met, my face burned. I couldn't bear to look any longer, afraid she would notice my strange gaze.

Only afterwards did I dare to take a closer look at my mother. She was nearly 40 years old and of medium build. Like other village women, she had long hair that was held back with a hairpin. Her coarse cloth clothes could not hide her beautiful figure. I can only describe her as beautiful. She was the epitome of womanhood.

Her breasts were the largest I had ever seen on a woman, and her buttocks were round and plump. When she squatted down, her pants looked like they were about to burst open. I watched my mother busy in the house and kept following her, my erection almost bursting out of my pants. I went back to my room, closed the door, took out my penis, and masturbated while fantasizing about my mother until a thick stream of semen gushed out, shooting more than a meter away. I quickly found some toilet paper to wipe up the semen that had shot onto the floor and cleaned the residue off my glans.

That night, I dreamt of having an affair with my mother, and I ejaculated all over her underwear. I realized then that I had a serious problem with my thinking. I felt guilty, that I had let my mother down because of her selfless love. I was afraid to see her, yet I desperately wanted to see her. I was trapped in a web of lust and morality, unable to escape.

I started consciously avoiding my mother. I reduced the number of times I went home; I used to go home once a week, then once every two weeks, and sometimes not at all for three weeks.

I also reduced the time I spent at home, staying at most one night before returning to school. I tried to avoid my mother and alleviate my longing for her by doing this, but I found it impossible. My thoughts were filled with her image, and my dreams were filled with scenes of intercourse with her. I also tried to escape this conflicting feeling by shifting my gaze, but I found that I seemed to have no interest in other women besides my mother.

My grades plummeted, falling to the bottom of the class. The teacher asked my parents to come to the school. I told my mother what had happened. After understanding my situation, she called me aside and said, "Child, what happened? Why have your grades dropped so quickly? This isn't how you should be." What could I say? I was speechless. I could only repeat "I'm sorry." I knew that my mother and father had argued to support my education. My mother said she didn't want my future to be like my father's, only knowing how to farm. Besides, our family was indeed poor, and it was really difficult to squeeze out money for my schooling. But what did I tell my mother? I neglected my studies because of my infatuation with her, and now I felt even more remorseful. I cried, and my mother cried too. She held me in her arms, saying, "Child, don't cry. Mom knows you'll try your best."

To be honest, this was the first time I had been so intimately close to a mature woman, and one I loved most. I could clearly feel the softness of my mother's body and her breath. At that moment, my erection came to a stop, pressing against my mother's lower abdomen. I tried to pull away, but it was too late. I could feel my mother's body tremble with surprise. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her flushed face. I felt both nervous and excited. A few minutes passed, and I pressed myself even closer to my mother. I could clearly feel the softness of her chest against mine. We held each other like that for about ten minutes without speaking. I felt our breathing and heartbeats quickening. My mother had stayed at my school for two days, and we resumed our previous interactions, but something felt off. We both seemed hesitant to look each other in the eye, especially my mother's eyes. They had lost their former kindness but gained a touch of coquettishness. A stirring of desire began to rise within me, a romantic impulse surging within me. My mother's smile seemed shy and reserved, unlike her usual openness. My heart began to pound. Did my mother share my feelings?

I went to see my mother off on the day she left. It was several dozen miles from the county town to the village, including a ten-mile walk after getting off the bus. I couldn't bear to leave her, so I decided to see her off. Surprisingly, she didn't refuse, unlike her usual self. On the bus, we sat close together, though there was still some distance between us, but neither of us seemed willing to separate. We rarely spoke along the way, but I felt we were both secretly observing each other. When we got off the bus, it was almost dusk. Bathed in the setting sun, we walked along the country road, watching the departing... As we drew closer to home, our pace slowed involuntarily. The villagers had finished their work and were resting; looking around, apart from the wisps of smoke rising from the distant farmhouses, there was no one else in sight. I followed closely behind my mother, watching her plump figure move with such delicate grace. When we reached a stone bridge, I suggested we rest. For villagers, this distance was nothing, but my mother seemed particularly tired, repeatedly saying, "Okay, okay."

We sat down by a grove of trees not far from the bridge, still unsure of what to say.

I mustered my courage and said, "Mom, I like you."

My mother blushed, but tried to remain calm, saying, "Mom likes you too."

Upon hearing my mother's words, I immediately seized the opportunity, reaching out to grab her hand. "Mom, will you be my woman?"

She was startled and tried to pull her hand away, but I held it firmly. "Let go quickly, it'll be embarrassing if others see."

Seeing that her reaction wasn't intense, I moved closer to her. "Mom, do you know, my grades aren't improving, it's all because of you. My mind is filled with your image, I can't live without you."

My mother's face flushed red. I reached out and hugged her, embracing her soft waist. My mother closed her eyes, and I boldly lowered my head to kiss her cheek, then her lips, reaching straight for my mother's breasts, which I had longed for. I touched them through her thin clothing. For the first time since I became an adult, I touched my mother's soft breasts. My hands trembled, and I excitedly increased the force of my kneading. My mother made soft "oh, oh" sounds. Suddenly, my mother reached out and hugged me, and took the initiative to kiss me passionately. Her tongue aggressively entered my mouth and became intertwined with mine. We sucked each other's saliva, and our breaths mingled together. I couldn't help but start to unbutton my mother's clothes.

My mother gently pushed me and said, "Don't panic, not here."

She got up and pulled me deeper into the woods. Beside a large tree, she turned around, and I was immediately stunned. The buttons on her blouse were undone, and her breasts, without a bra, sprang out from under her clothes. A pair of unbelievably large breasts hung swaying on her chest, so round, so white, with two dark red nipples firmly set in the center of her coffee-colored areolas. I pounced on her and knelt down... In front of my mother, I hugged her plump buttocks, pressed my face tightly against her hot and soft breasts, carefully smelling the fragrance of her milk. I opened my mouth and took her long-awaited nipple into my mouth. I tried to open my mouth wide to take in more, but my mother's breasts were so big that my two hands could not completely cover one of her breasts. I excitedly bit and licked my mother's breasts. My mother's voice grew louder and her breathing became heavier. I easily took off my mother's top.

My mother had already unbuckled her belt, and I couldn't hold back any longer; my lower body was about to burst. I simply pulled down my mother's pants, laid her down on the ground, and she squinted at me. I quickly stripped off all my clothes and lay on top of her naked body. The feeling of our skin rubbing against each other was incredibly pleasurable. "Come on, son, Mom can't take it anymore." I climbed off my mother, grasping my enormous penis. My mother had already spread her plump, white legs, revealing her mysterious crevice. At this moment, I saw that the crevice was already covered with a white liquid. Out of curiosity, I leaned down again and pressed my face close to my mother's mysterious area to explore the source of the liquid. I could already smell my mother's scent, a very invigorating scent. Finally, I could see where the water was flowing. A small opening was covered in white liquid. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and licked it. It was a little sour and astringent, but not the taste I had imagined. I licked it back and forth with my tongue. My mother's legs tightly clamped around my head, rubbing it back and forth. Her hands stroked my head, and the sounds coming from her throat became increasingly alluring. I licked my mother's cleft clean. At my mother's repeated requests, I placed my penis at the entrance of her vagina. The moment my glans touched her opening, my mother thrust forward with her body. I heard my mother let out a long sigh, "Ah..." I only felt my penis drilling into her. I entered a slippery, narrow hole, my mother's body rubbing against my penis back and forth. The feeling was incredibly pleasurable. "Move, child, move!"

I finally reacted and instantly began thrusting violently. My mother started screaming wildly, seemingly oblivious to everything around her. Her breasts swayed rhythmically with my thrusts, and I grabbed them, kneading and squeezing them forcefully. We were enjoying ourselves madly. My mother hugged me tightly, panting heavily and shouting loudly, then pressed me down beneath her, straddling me and rocking me back and forth. I can't describe my mother's frenzy at that moment; I only know that it was more intense than usual. She was like a completely different person. I can't even describe her beauty. The violent shaking of her breasts was a visual treat for me. My mother shook for less than a minute before she strained her whole body. You could see the veins on her neck. She caught her breath, rolled her eyes, and suddenly let out a long sigh. It was as if all the energy she had been holding back exploded at once. She shook even more violently, shouting, "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me now."

I didn't know what was wrong with my mother, but under her violent shaking and her constant pleas, I lost control and felt a surge of heat gushing out of my body, making my mother scream.

This was perhaps a woman's climax (as confirmed by my mother afterward). My mother slumped against me like a lump of mud, breathing heavily, her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and I caressed her.

I suddenly felt a warmth on my shoulder and saw my mother's tears streaming down her face. I quickly helped her sit up. "Mom, what's wrong? I'm sorry."

I thought she was crying because of this. "Mom isn't sad, Mom is just so happy. You made Mom feel like she's still a woman."

I was surprised. It turned out that the relationship between my father and mother wasn't as perfect as it seemed. First, on a cultural level, my mother and father didn't share a common language. Even in the whole village, I was the only one who could communicate with my mother. Second, my father's long hours of labor must have taken a toll on his body, and he was no longer capable in matters of the heart. Before my first time with my mother, she hadn't had sex for more than half a year.

After all, she was only a woman in her forties, and her needs were still very strong. All of this laid the foundation for my successful realization of my dream. I whispered sweet nothings to my mother, promising to love and care for her for the rest of my life, and she lay contentedly in my arms.

We made love a second time, a third time, until I could no longer ejaculate. Each time, our coordination grew more and more perfect. My mother lost count of how many times she came. When we emerged from the forest, the moon was high in the sky, illuminating the earth brightly. It was almost 11 o'clock when we got home. I lied to my mother, saying the car had broken down on the way and we had to walk back.

My mother then used the excuse of helping me tidy up the house to come to my room and we embraced, kissed, and caressed each other for a long time. That night I slept soundly, finally regaining the restful sleep I hadn't had in a long time. In my dream, I replayed the passionate scene with my mother.

The next day was my return to the city for school. I didn't let my father see me off; instead, my mother and I went to the grove again to enjoy our lovemaking. It was then that I declared that I would be successful in the future and that I would marry my mother in the truest sense. As I got on the bus, I saw my mother's happy tears welling up again.

But to be honest, I felt a bit sore down there. My mother and I established a new kind of relationship. In front of others, we were mother and son; in private, we were husband and wife. I studied hard, and whenever I had the chance, I made love to my mother almost frantically.

A few months later, my mother suddenly came to visit me at school. I took her to the woods behind the school, and we kissed and caressed each other. After enjoying our time together, my mother told me she was pregnant. I was stunned. As a high school sophomore, this sudden news shocked me. My mother asked me what to do. After much consideration, I decided to have an abortion. My mother cried, and I comforted her, promising her that there would be another chance. I bought some medicine at the pharmacy, and my mother and I went back to the woods where we had first met. After taking the medicine, it took her more than two hours to urinate. She was in extreme pain. You could say that I had an abortion while holding my mother.

I took two days off to stay home with my mother. In the days that followed, we were very careful. I would never ejaculate inside my mother's body during her ovulation period, except for her mouth and anus.

It's worth going into detail about this. It's true that my first time was with my mother, but my mother also had many firsts with me, such as oral sex and anal sex. After my mother had a miscarriage, I was in a lot of pain at home. I saw my mother right next to me but couldn't do anything. I had seen women sucking men's penises in books and on TV, so I asked my mother to do it for me. My mother hesitated a bit. In her mind, this was a perverted act. She had never tried it before, but for my sake, she bent down and opened her mouth to take my penis in. My mother adapted quickly. Her tongue licked my penis so well. Especially when I was standing on top of her, watching my penis go in and out of her mouth, I felt a strong sense of conquest. After more than ten minutes of licking and sucking, I ejaculated into my mother's mouth. After taking a big gulp, she couldn't stand the pungent smell and almost vomited, but she still carefully licked my penis clean, muttering to herself, "You'll get used to it from now on."

I felt very gratified at that moment, and my love for my mother grew even stronger. This time, I again asked my mother for anal sex, and she obliged. However, it was incredibly painful for her. I had to lubricate her with my saliva, and it took a lot of effort to insert my penis completely. When I came out, there was even feces on the head of my penis. I still managed to ejaculate inside her anus. Anal sex is rare; sometimes I only do it when my mother is menstruating. But I always give her an enema first, otherwise, we'll repeat the same embarrassing incident from the first time. Even today, my mother and I can't help but laugh when we talk about that anal sex incident. It's especially funny to think about my mother's embarrassment afterward.

My grades started to improve gradually, and my mother saw it and was overjoyed. The love between us became more and more solid, and it basically replaced the mother-son relationship. My mother also wholeheartedly played the role of a good wife. Especially on the issue of sex, as long as I made a request, my mother would not refuse me even if she was aroused. Although she did not like me to have anal sex with her, she completely agreed.

We spent a happy year like this. Before I knew it, I took the college entrance exam and was admitted to a university far from home. My mother and I were both worried; we were reluctant to leave each other. But my studies were crucial to my future, so my mother still supported my education. At this time, my father's health was declining, and my mother basically took on all the household chores. However, since school required a lot of money, and seeing how hard my mother was working, I decided to give up. My mother firmly disagreed. With her insistence, I packed my bags and came to a new living environment—a very large city. I cherished the opportunity to study and was very careful to save every penny. I knew that every penny I spent... Every penny was earned with my mother's hard work and sweat. I often thought about her, but there was no telephone at home, so I could only keep in touch with her by writing letters. Once I was familiar with the whole environment, I started working part-time to reduce my studies. I worked several jobs, and with my heavy academic workload, I was really tired. But whenever I returned to my dormitory and took out my mother's photo to look at it carefully, I would gain a lot of strength. I still remembered my promise to my mother that I would work hard to give her a better life. Finally, I was able to send money home. I wondered what my mother's reaction would be when she received the money I sent back. My mother had never traveled far from home before, and I was considering asking her to come over.

I worked even harder to earn money. I wrote to my mother, and she came. She had lost weight and her skin was dark from working so hard, especially her hands, which were rough. When she saw me, she also said I had lost weight. We arrived at a place I had rented outside the school, feeling sorry for each other. Once inside, I was overjoyed to ease my longing. I pulled open my mother's clothes. Her body was still snow-white. She never exposed her arms or the back of her neck like other women when she worked in the fields. She knew I liked women with fair skin, so even when her body was soaked with sweat, she was still covered by clothes. So her body was still so white. I thirstily grabbed her breasts, which hadn't shrunk, and licked her still firm nipples. My semen filled all three of my mother's eyes. Afterwards, my mother told me that she would cry whenever she thought of me. I comforted her, explaining that my father's condition wasn't very good; he coughed all the time. I originally wanted to keep my mother for a few more days, but she was too worried about home. In the short three days I spent there, I only took her on a simple trip for half a day. The rest of the time we spent in the small house on the bed, and she even relieved herself there.

I can't remember how many times I ejaculated inside my mother. When I took her to the station, I didn't care about the strange looks from those around us and hugged and kissed her for a long time. Although my mother was shy, she felt sweet, and I could see the excitement in her heart.

Unlike the other boys, who came from wealthy families and spent their time at school chasing girls and having fun, they all said I was an oddity among modern people. I had no friends and rarely interacted with others. There was only one person I got along with well; her name was Chen Jing, my classmate. She came from a good family and was pretty, though her skin was a bit dark. Many boys in the class wanted to pursue her, but she ignored them all. She often came to my dorm to ask me to go for walks and chat. Everyone says she likes me, but I really don't feel anything for her; I just consider her a close friend. However, I can sense her feelings for me. She always tries to help me, but I don't want to accept pity or charity. So, she often comes to the dorm to do my laundry while I'm out earning money. Every time I come back and see the clean clothes, my roommates make envious and sarcastic remarks, but I ignore them. One night... She came to see me, saying it was her birthday and she wanted me to spend it with her. Of course, I couldn't refuse. She took me to a rather upscale entertainment venue. We sat together chatting and eating. Under the candlelight, I finally got a good look at this woman, whom I could call my confidante. I gasped. She really was beautiful. How had I never noticed before? I blurted out, "You..." "So beautiful."

She blushed and smiled, a smile so sweet that I couldn't help but think of my mother back then. We played until very late, and when we got back, the dormitory door was already closed. She apologized to me for keeping me from resting, and I said it was my fault. So we strolled through the moonlit campus, and suddenly she reached out and took my hand. "Do you like me?"

We stopped, and her hungry eyes looked at me with sincere affection. I was speechless for a while. She let go of my hand and took a deep breath: "Ah, never mind, I understand." I was genuinely stunned by her sudden outburst, but now that I'd calmed down, I grabbed her hand: "I like you." She threw herself into my arms, and we kissed, hand in hand, until we reached a small grove on campus. She gave me her first time; it was the first time I'd ever experienced the feeling of breaking a hymen. She had a great figure—tall, shapely, and very voluptuous. Although she couldn't compare to my mother's, I hadn't done it in a long time.

Lying in my arms, she told me to love her forever, that I couldn't betray her. I agreed. We started appearing on campus as a couple. She absolutely supported me materially, and we rented an apartment off-campus and began living together.

One day I received a letter from my mother saying that something had happened at home and I needed to come home immediately. Jing also wanted to come back with me. I was in a dilemma. What would my mother think when she saw me? But I had no choice. We went home together. When I got out of the car, my mother was already waiting for me by the roadside. I was shocked to see her. Her belly was already very prominent. My mother was pregnant. She was very happy to see me, but Jing suddenly grabbed my arm from behind. My mother's face immediately fell. After a brief introduction, I learned that my father was seriously ill and could not get out of bed. My mother knew that I was coming back today and specially walked more than ten miles to pick me up.

Jing, my mother, and I hurried home. I couldn't ask my mother about the reason for her pregnancy, but Jing seemed to find it novel that my mother was pregnant at her age. Her thoughts were etched on her smiling face. My mother didn't say a word the whole way, and I didn't talk to her either. When we reached the place where my mother and I had done the first thing together, Jing wanted to rest for a while. I saw my mother staring into the depths of the woods with tears in her eyes, which she quickly wiped away. When we got home, I checked on my father's condition. He was forcing himself to sit up despite the pain. I didn't expect that when he saw Jing, he would suddenly frown. Luckily, Jing is innocent and always stays close to me. Wherever I go, she follows. I tried to find an opportunity to ask my mother about the situation, but I didn't succeed.

It wasn't until evening, when Jing complained of being tired, that I settled her in to rest before coming out of the room. My mother was already standing in the yard. I quickly pulled her into the woodshed, where she was already in tears. I wiped her tears and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with your belly?"

My mother immediately snuggled into my arms. "I'm five months pregnant."

As soon as she said that, I knew. My mother had been gone from me for exactly that long. "Is it mine?"

"What do you mean?"

My mother cried even harder. I quickly hugged her and comforted her. "Mom, I know it's mine."

"Then why did you ask?" Then she added, "What happened to her (Jing)?"

I was speechless. Seeing my predicament, my mother said, "That's not what I meant. You will eventually have to settle down and start your own family. I understand."

My mother said these words through tears. I hugged her and kissed her. My mother calmed down, and we kissed passionately. I took off my mother's clothes again. At this moment, I saw that my mother's breasts were bigger than before, and they were full and swollen. I said, "Mom, your breasts are much bigger than before."

My mother laughed through her tears, "If they weren't bigger, what would your child eat after birth?"

I carefully made love to my mother. Actually, I was also very tired, but it had been too long since I had made love with my mother, and it was also my responsibility to comfort her.

The next day, my father wanted to speak with me alone, while my mother quietly went to visit the neighbors in the village. I sat beside my father. "Son," he said, "I'm useless. I'm worthless. I haven't been able to bring you and your mother a good life. I can't hold on much longer. I know how much you and your mother love each other

." Hearing this, I was shocked. I quickly knelt down and begged my father for forgiveness. My father said, "Get up quickly. I'm not blaming you. I understand. Your mother has had a hard time too. I want to thank you. My biggest worry now is your mother. She's pregnant now, and you're still in school. If I'm gone, how will she manage? What are your plans? Your mother has been so good to you. She not only gave you life but also brought you another one."

"Dad, don't say anymore. I won't let Mom down." After talking for a long time, I told my father to rest. That afternoon, my father passed away.

After finishing cooking at home, I wanted to take my mother away. Jing was very supportive, but my mother was unwilling. I knew she didn't want to see me with other women. I had no choice but to go back first and come back for her when she was about to give birth. I left some money for her and asked the neighbor to help take care of her. Jing and I went back, but I was still worried about my mother.

I counted down the days until her due date was approaching. I went back early to pick her up and bring her to the place where Jing and I lived. I told Jing not to stay there for the time being, and she was very obedient. I devoted myself to taking care of my mother, and Jing often made time to visit her. Finally, the day arrived for the birth of my first child. I was constantly worried about what kind of child it would be, after all, we were so close. I waited outside the delivery room for the birth of the little life. After hearing my mother's groan of pain, I finally heard the baby cry. Thank God, the baby was fine. Jing and I went into the delivery room to see my mother. She was covered in sweat and looked very weak. When the baby was brought to my mother and me, seeing my mother's happy face, my mind was in turmoil.

After a few days in the hospital, I took my mother home. Jing paid all the hospital bills, and I told her I would pay her back. Jing said, "Why are you being so polite with me? Your mother is my mother too!"

Jing wanted to hire a caregiver for my mother, but I disagreed, saying I could manage. Although I was with my mother every day, I didn't sleep in the same bed with her. Watching my child suckle at my mother's large, white breasts every day, I felt the pleasure of tasting breast milk again. My mother's breasts had so much milk; if you squeezed it, it would spring out more than a meter. For the past few months, my mother had been giving me oral sex. Several months have passed.

I've hardly spent any time with Jing, and she has some complaints, but I can't bear to leave my mother.

The truth eventually came out. That day, when I returned home, my mother closed the door, hugged me, and said, "It's been so long, and I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities. Now, I'm yours."

When I turned around, my mother was already completely naked. I couldn't hold back any longer and pulled her onto the bed. We were both too crazy, forgetting everything around us. Just as my mother was riding me and moaning loudest, the door suddenly opened, and Jing appeared in front of us. My mother hurriedly got off me, but it was too late. She stood there blankly, watching my mother and me, and started crying. She turned and ran out.

I put on my clothes and chased after her. I told her my story with my mother, but she didn't want to listen. She said she would never forgive me. That's how I ended my most sincere relationship besides with my mother.

I didn't stay in that city any longer. I took my mother and child and left for another unfamiliar city. There, I kept my promise to my mother, took wedding photos at a photo studio, and registered our marriage at the civil affairs department. But I always felt indebted to Jing.

[The End]

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