Mother and son marriage

Do you know what it's like to pursue your own mother?

Do you know what it's like to slip your hand under your mother's skirt and touch her private parts?

Do you know what it's like to slowly insert your hard penis into your mother's vagina and fully enjoy her body?

Do you know what it's like to hold a grand wedding with your mother in front of everyone and hear her call you "husband" in public? Do

you know what it's like to get your own mother pregnant and have her bear your children?

You may not know, but I do. Because I have experienced it firsthand. The passion and wonderful sensations are truly indescribable. Excitement? Satisfaction? Happiness? All of those, but those few words are simply not enough to describe the feeling. Perhaps, if I tell you my true story, you will understand.

Chapter One: My Beginning

I don't know where I was born. I only know that shortly after I was born, I was abandoned in a park in S City. A kind person took me in and raised me for about ten days before finally taking me to an orphanage. I spent the first five years of my childhood in an orphanage.

At five years old, though still very young, my seemingly precocious heart began to feel lonely. I began to realize I was different from children with parents and envied those who had parental love.

That same year, my fate took a dramatic turn. A businessman couple in their fifties, whose son had died young, wanted to adopt a child because they could no longer have children. They came to the orphanage where I lived and eventually took me in, making me their adoptive parents. According to them, they chose to adopt me because I resembled their deceased son.

I lived with my adoptive parents in G city for over ten years until they both passed away from illness when I was 20. During those years, they treated me very well, truly regarding me as their own son. However, whether it was because I knew they weren't my biological parents or because of the significant age difference between us, despite not lacking their love, I always longed for the love of my biological parents. I always believed in my heart that my biological parents had their reasons for abandoning me, and I didn't hate them. I only hoped that one day I could see them again.

Of course, this longing remained buried deep in my heart; I never revealed it to my adoptive parents. I knew they were very good to me, and I didn't want to hurt them with those things, afraid they would think I didn't love them and ignore me. Even now, thinking back on those thoughts, I feel a pang of sadness; I realize how innocent and naive I was. However, those who haven't experienced a lack of love can't understand the fear of losing it.

After my adoptive parents passed away, they left me a villa and a large sum of money, allowing me to continue living a very wealthy and carefree life. However, I didn't indulge myself because of the financial satisfaction. I graduated from university with excellent grades, earning the admiration of many who knew about my family's wealth.

After graduation, I didn't rush to find a job because I didn't need to work to support myself, and I didn't know what to do. Faced with a life of uncertainty, I chose to travel—a road trip.

For my travels, I bought a luxury SUV and drove it around, truly experiencing a sense of freedom and adventure.

Whenever I arrived at a hotel, I'd stay in the room, turn on my laptop, and immerse myself in the virtual world online. Of course, sometimes prostitutes would approach me, but I ignored them. Frankly, I have no interest in those "used and worn" women; the thought of them being touched and ridden by so many men makes me lose interest.

I prefer mature, respectable women.

In college, I tried dating twice. With my relatively tall and handsome appearance and some money, both girlfriends were quite beautiful. Unfortunately, after a few sexual encounters, I gradually lost the passion, and sex became somewhat perfunctory.

Girls are very sensitive, and predictably, this led to conflicts and doubts, eventually fading into a breakup. After those two unsuccessful relationships, I temporarily lost interest in dating and focused on my studies. It wasn't until later, when I was online and saw pictures of mature, voluptuous, and elegant women, and my penis involuntarily sprang to attention, that I truly understood why I hadn't been passionate about campus beauties. It turns out I actually preferred mature, voluptuous women; I just hadn't chosen the right type back then. No wonder!

Anyway

, since I don't frequent prostitutes, how do I deal with sexual urges while traveling? Simple, masturbation.

As for picking up married women for one-night stands, I basically don't consider it; it's too troublesome and dangerous, especially when traveling. You might get scammed without even realizing it. Of course, if I have a particularly attractive, respectable mature woman, I wouldn't mind taking the risk occasionally, but unfortunately, I'm always in a rush and have never had such an opportunity.

Actually, masturbation is a good way to release sexual energy; it's cheap and convenient, haha. However, masturbation requires stimulation. At first, I would collect pictures of mature, voluptuous women online, but after seeing so many, my standards rose, and my tolerance increased. It became increasingly difficult to get aroused simply by looking at pretty pictures. Then, I started digging deeper, browsing pornographic websites and looking for erotic pictures and videos. This worked for a long time, but unfortunately, after a few months, that method gradually lost its effectiveness.

Faced with this situation, with nowhere to release my energy and my mind unconsciously becoming relaxed and decadent, I began frantically browsing a large number of pornographic websites, trying to find something to excite me. Finally, my efforts paid off, and I found a new magic weapon: erotic fiction.

I don't remember the name of the first erotic fiction I read; I only remember ejaculating after reading only half of it.

After experiencing the thrill of erotic fiction, I became addicted to it. I only liked reading mother-son erotic fiction, because it was more relatable. Of course, I didn't imagine my deceased adoptive mother in the story. I respected her greatly, and her circumstances certainly didn't fit the description. When I read, I always put myself in the characters' shoes, experiencing the thrill of breaking taboos.

Chapter Two: The Mother's Footprints.

Since becoming obsessed with mother-son incestuous stories, my passion has never waned. By day, I'd enjoy sightseeing; by night, I'd enter the world of fantasy and continue my blissful escapades. If nothing else changed, this routine would likely continue for a long time. However, that change did come; it altered the course of my life.

That noon, I drove to a relatively remote historical site. Returning to the parking lot, I saw a farmer's wife outside the bamboo fence, selling simple fruit. She was trying her best, but unfortunately, with only a handful of tourists, no one paid her any attention. Beside her sat a boy and a girl, about six or seven years old. The two children, dressed in worn-out clothes, stared longingly at the tempting fruit in front of their stall. However, the two children were quite sensible; they didn't reach for the fruit but sat quietly and obediently, not disturbing the woman selling her goods.

When no one was walking past the stall, the younger little girl turned to the woman and whispered, "Mommy, I'm hungry!" The little boy next to her also looked at the woman. The woman glanced around, and seeing that no one would come anytime soon, she took out an old aluminum food box from behind her, opened the lid, took out two steamed buns, and handed one to each of the children. The two children took the buns and began to eat them with relish. The woman watched the two children eat, a satisfied smile on her face, occasionally reminding them to eat slowly so they wouldn't choke. The woman then reached into the food box, took out another bun, took a bite, but then looked at the two children and put the bun back in the box. After the two children finished one bun, the woman continued to give them buns, and so on, until the two children had each eaten three or four buns and indicated that they were full. Only then did the woman stop giving them buns. After the two children were full, they went to a nearby spot to pick up small stones and play. After the children left, the woman took out the three remaining steamed buns from the box and began eating the congee and pickled vegetables at the bottom of the container. After finishing the congee, she looked at the buns, then put them back, seemingly wanting to save them for the children.

Watching this seemingly ordinary scene, I felt a pang of sadness. I felt sad for the two children's contentment at having buns, sad for the woman's act of saving the buns for her children, and even sad for myself for never having met my own parents.

At that moment, the longing and yearning for my parents that had been buried deep within me since childhood overwhelmed me like a burst dam.

Afterwards, I walked out of the parking lot, and with the woman's slightly surprised expression, I bought all the fruit from her stall. Then, I ended my year-long road trip and returned to G city. After returning to G City, I went home briefly, then drove to S City to visit the orphanage where I had been taken, inquiring about my parents.

The orphanage was well-managed; even after so many years, they still kept my belongings from when I was found. Those belongings were just a yellowed piece of paper with only one sentence written in delicate handwriting: "Child, your father cruelly abandoned us, and your mother has reached a dead end. Your mother shouldn't have given birth to you, leaving you to suffer alone in this world. Your mother is sorry. I hope you can meet a good family. If fate allows, I will make it up to you in my next life. —Qian." On that short line, several characters had ink smudges spreading outwards in circles, as if wet from water droplets, perhaps tears.

Looking at that short line, my eyes blurred, and my throat felt like it was blocked.

"Mom, you really had your reasons," I murmured to myself with a sense of relief, while simultaneously feeling immense disappointment, or rather, despair, towards my father, whom I had never met. From those few words, I gleaned a great deal of information. What desperate situation had my mother faced when she abandoned me? She seemed to have suicidal thoughts; perhaps she was no longer in this world. Moreover, from the text, my father was the complete opposite of the father I had always dreamed of. His ruthless image instantly flashed into my mind, shattering all my illusions.

I stood there, stunned, holding the piece of paper, tears streaming down my face, my mind blank.

A moment later, reminded by a staff member, I came to my senses.

Then, I composed myself and carefully inquired about the details of how I was brought there, including the time, the identity of the person who brought me, their physical characteristics, and what they said. Unfortunately, because so much time had passed, and so many orphans came and went, although most of the original staff members were still working there, they couldn't remember the events of that time very clearly. Finally, I had to go through the original records to find out the name of the person who brought me there and the time they brought me there. In the remarks section of that record, I found a simple note detailing when and where I was first found.

After thanking the orphanage staff and donating some money, I drove around S City for a while. The more I thought about it, the more determined I became. I told myself that my mother might not have committed suicide; as long as there was no definite news of her, there was still a chance. I had to find out the truth; I couldn't give up. With this thought in mind, I considered it and then used directory assistance to find several emerging detective agencies. I told them about the information I had and asked them to help me find my mother based on the clues. Of course, I didn't tell them I was looking for my mother; I just said I was helping a friend. Anyway, even with several times the normal fee, they all readily agreed to do their best to help. As for my father's whereabouts, I didn't want to look for him. I felt that someone who abandoned his wife and children didn't deserve to be my father.

After that, I settled down in S City, waiting for news.

A month later, just as I was starting to feel restless and anxious, a detective agency brought good news. They called to say they had found my mother's identity and whereabouts, and asked me to come to their agency to fulfill the remaining payment obligations.

Hearing this, I went to the detective agency with immense excitement and trepidation. Once there, the staff explained their search and identification process to me, and presented me with evidence for confirmation. It turned out that they hadn't found the kind person who took me to the orphanage, but by searching through newspapers from that time, they found a news story about a woman who attempted suicide by drowning but was rescued. By verifying the description in the newspaper, they gradually located the person involved, and without disturbing them, secretly checked the handwriting, ultimately making a preliminary confirmation of my mother's identity. They did more than that. After initially confirming her identity, they conducted an investigation to further confirm that the woman had indeed given birth to a baby boy beforehand, and that the baby had disappeared afterward. Of course, the efforts and methods they employed were certainly more than what I've mentioned, but that was enough for me.

Faced with such meticulous investigation and evidence, I was incredibly excited and affirmed their conclusions.

Ten minutes later, I left the detective agency. I paid 50,000 yuan and took an envelope containing documents. Actually, according to the original contract, I didn't need to pay them that much, but I was truly grateful to them, and besides, I didn't care about the money.

After leaving the detective agency, I made a call to several other detective agencies that hadn't made any progress in their investigations, canceling their search services and instructing them to treat my deposits as breach of contract. Then I went straight back to my hotel. After

returning to my hotel room, I closed the door, clenched my fists, and shouted a few times, releasing all the excitement and pent-up emotions I had been holding back, before finally opening the envelope containing the documents again.

Inside the envelope were only a sheet of paper with printed information and three photos.

The information sheet listed my mother's name, age, current work address, home address, and current temporary address, even including her marital and family details—it was incredibly detailed, making me marvel once again at the ingenuity of those people.

The three photos were clearly taken secretly. One was taken at the entrance of a hotel, and the other two were taken in the hotel lobby. The person in both photos was the same middle-aged woman—wearing a hotel supervisor's uniform skirt, with a professional hairstyle, a full and well-proportioned figure, slightly tall, and dignified and beautiful features. Calling her middle-aged wasn't quite accurate; she looked to be around thirty-eight or thirty-nine. That woman was my biological mother, He Meiqian.

Chapter Three: My First Thoughts of Pursuing My Mother

That night, I tossed and turned in bed at the hotel, unable to sleep. My mind kept replaying the thought of reuniting with my mother, and also wondering why, since she was so reluctant to let me go, she hadn't looked for me all these years? Or had she looked but failed? After all, she had been transferred through several hands before being sent to the orphanage. If she had thought of going to the orphanage to find her immediately after being rescued, she definitely wouldn't have found her.

Lost in these thoughts, I decided not to sleep and took out her photo again, hoping to find some peace of mind.

This time, I stared at the photo for a long time, wondering what kind of personality she would have, whether she would be easy to get along with, whether my presence would feel abrupt to her, and whether she would be happy to see me, her son. But as I thought about these things, somehow, my mind started wandering as I looked at her beautiful figure in the photo.

"Her breasts seem really big, and her hips are beautifully curved. Hmm, her legs are full and well-proportioned. Generally speaking, legs like that are considered beautiful. Paired with a business suit, they are indeed very attractive, especially the way she walks. Her legs, when they move, make the hem of her skirt seem to stretch as if it's about to tear, which perfectly showcases that beauty. Hmm, her high heels really match her legs. Damn it, what was wrong with that photographer? Why didn't they take a clearer picture? I can't even tell if she's wearing stockings or not. But, judging from the fair skin of her hands, neck, and face, the whiteness of her legs must be natural, not just because of the stockings. If I could touch her legs, they would feel amazing, probably incredibly smooth and delicate. By the way, her face shape really has that shy, demure charm of a classical beauty. She's so well-maintained. She exudes mature charm without showing any signs of aging. This is the ideal mature woman's charm!" My mind started wandering like this.

"How could I think like that? She's my own mother. Thinking like that is so disrespectful to her. I can't think about it anymore." Suddenly, I snapped out of my reverie.

I do enjoy reading stories about mothers and sons having incestuous relationships, but I've always felt that what I see and think about is just other people's incestuous behavior, and I'm only temporarily putting myself in their shoes. In reality, I shouldn't have any disrespectful thoughts about my own mother.

After snapping out of my reverie, I turned the photo face down on the bedside table and stopped looking at it, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

Unfortunately, once the thought arose, it wouldn't go away. Her figure, which perfectly matched my aesthetic and sexual desires, kept replaying in my mind.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my head. On one hand, I felt guilty for having such thoughts, but on the other hand, I couldn't help but imagine her alluring figure.

I got out of bed and wandered around the carpet for a while before sitting heavily back down on the bedside table. I opened the bottle of mineral water on the bedside table and gulped down half of it. After finishing the water bottle, I slammed it back onto the counter. As my hand left the bottle, for some reason, I picked up the photograph lying face down next to it and brought it close to my eyes.

As my eyes greedily lingered on the beautiful figure in the photo, a thought uncontrollably crossed my mind: what did her vulva look like under her skirt?

"I'm doomed, I'm hopeless." Realizing this thought had crossed my mind, I clutched my hair in anguish, staring at the ceiling, groaning in utter turmoil.

Then, I simply lay down on the bed, trying again to calm myself.

Unfortunately, the more I tried to calm down, the less I could. In the end, even more outrageous thoughts flashed through my mind, like, "If I could have sex with her just once, I'd die happy."

I struggled with this contradiction for another ten minutes or so before finally calming down, or rather, the inner turmoil finally came to a conclusion.

I knew that the incestuous tendencies that had been growing unknowingly under my long-term influence had erupted. When those tendencies combined with the tempting reality, my pitiful moral bottom line could no longer hold back the most primal and intense desires in my heart. I knew that if I continued to think that way and do something according to those thoughts, it would be immoral and despised by the world. However, I also knew that deep down, I had truly succumbed to those thoughts, and resistance would only plunge me into agonizing torment.

"Forget it, why make myself suffer so much? Let it be, let them think whatever they want, anyway, no one knows you're her biological son," I finally relented to myself.

After making that first concession, I found that I was met with more compromises and descent into depravity.

"If I don't tell her the truth, and approach her and pursue her like a stranger, I wonder if I can win her over? If I do, how exciting and satisfying it would be to sleep with her?" This thought surged forth during my compromise and quickly dominated my entire thought process.

"So how can I achieve that?" A concrete plan began to take shape in my mind.

I pondered this question for a long time, and finally, my feverish mind produced only a rough plan: to pursue her without alienating her, and to completely win her heart and soul.

I don't know how I fell asleep, but when I woke up the next morning, my head still ached a little.

The feverishness in my mind had subsided, replaced by an unyielding obsession. I knew what I was thinking and what I was doing, but I willingly let myself think and act that way. I don't know if what I thought at that moment represented my true self, but my heart was truly determined to do it: willing to pay any price, willing to accept any punishment, for the dream in my heart.

After some consideration, I gradually thought back to my original intention in searching for my mother. After some reflection, I felt that my thoughts and plans didn't seem to conflict with my original intention.

Now that I'm all grown up, finding my biological mother isn't so much about seeking her care and love, but rather about uncovering my origins and making my life feel more complete. After finding her, I might regain her love, but will that love be the same as the love I received in childhood? Definitely not. That love would likely contain more guilt, but is that really what I want? No.

Perhaps, now, what I truly care about is having a biological mother, proving I'm not alone, not a rootless child. If that's the case, pursuing my biological mother, making her love me, and me loving her in return, becoming her lover—as long as I can overcome my own moral constraints and feel natural and happy, what's wrong with that? Perhaps, because of the added thrill of breaking taboos, my love for her will be deeper and more devoted, making her happier. Wouldn't that be better than simply appearing before her as a son, caring for her out of respect and filial piety?

After considering all these things, my heart finally found the perfect balance between family and love, and became incredibly resolute. I didn't think I had been poisoned by those distorted ideas; on the contrary, I was grateful to them for helping me find the happiest goal in my life. As for the moral obstacles to overcome to achieve that goal, let them go to hell! Weren't they originally conceived by humans? Their original purpose should have been to make society more harmonious and pleasant, not to cause suffering. If they already cause suffering, then why abide by them?

With my mind made up, I passionately and eagerly considered my next itinerary again, and then, feeling refreshed, ordered breakfast to my room.

The waitress who delivered the food was very pretty, with a good figure, face, and temperament. Unfortunately, I didn't even bother to glance at her, because my heart already belonged to someone else, and my passion would only bloom for one person from now on.

Chapter Four: Approaching My Mother

After finishing a breakfast that seemed sweeter than usual, I packed my things and hurriedly left the hotel, driving towards H city where my mother lived.

S City and H City are actually quite far apart. If I wanted to get there quickly, I should have considered flying, but I had my reasons. I thought this car might come in handy when I was pursuing my mother, so even though I desperately wanted to fly there immediately, I patiently drove all the way.

The entire trip took me two days in a rush. Along the way, I was exhausted; aside from necessary rest breaks, I was basically driving the whole time. Fortunately, the year of road trips I spent traveling had given me excellent training, so I could handle the fatigue. Most importantly, I was constantly filled with boundless energy.

I arrived in H City at 11 PM on the second night. After arriving, I went straight to the Kailong Hotel where my mother was staying.

The Kailong Hotel is a four-star hotel, and its facilities and services were very comprehensive and attentive. After arriving at the hotel and stating my intention to check in, a valet immediately drove my car to the parking lot, and a lady in a cheongsam led me to the front desk to complete the check-in process. Meanwhile, the staff quickly helped me with my luggage.

Before even entering the hotel, I nervously and excitedly peered into the lobby, but unfortunately, I didn't see my mother.

The research materials indicated that my mother worked as a supervisor in the housekeeping department, so although I didn't see her in the lobby, I wasn't too disappointed, thinking I would probably see her after checking in and going to the guest rooms area.

While checking in, I noticed a hotel duty sign behind the front desk, which showed that my mother, He Meiqian, was indeed the supervisor in the VIP housekeeping area. This discovery made me so excited that my hands and feet almost trembled. I suppressed my excitement and asked the front desk staff about the room's amenities and benefits. The staff member politely answered my questions, but I only remembered one point: if I stayed in the highest-class VIP room, a head waiter would personally provide service, ensuring a higher level of service. Hearing this, I immediately said I wanted the highest-class VIP room. My eagerness surprised the staff member for a moment.

The check-in was completed quickly; this time I booked for a month. After the check-in, a staff member immediately helped me with my luggage cart and guided me to the elevator on the top floor. When the elevator doors opened, I saw the person I most wanted to see—my mother, He Meiqian. My

mother was about 1.7 meters tall, with a slender yet full and well-proportioned figure. Her attire was identical to the one in the photo: an elegant, professional hairstyle, a colorful scarf reminiscent of a flight attendant's uniform around her neck, a purplish-red blouse under a finely tailored dark blue blazer, and a dark blue business skirt that just covered her mid-thigh. The skirt was perfectly tailored, accentuating her waist, hips, and thighs. Her legs, clad in sheer flesh-colored stockings, appeared even whiter and more shapely, and black high heels further emphasized their perfect curves. In short, at first glance, she presented the image of a dignified and sophisticated professional woman, captivating—at least I was extremely captivated.

"Good evening, Mr. Zheng. It's an honor to serve you. Your room is this way; please follow me." My mother greeted me politely with a warm smile, then turned and personally led me to my room.

Seeing her smile and hearing her soft, sweet voice, I felt a sense of disorientation, as if something was stirring within me, and I froze on the spot.

After a moment of stunned silence, a kind reminder from the waiter brought me back to my senses, and I followed my mother towards my room.

The room was not far to the left of the elevator. Along the way, I followed behind my mother, my gaze constantly sweeping over her swaying waist and shapely hips as she walked, and of course, her alluring, long, and full legs. I knew that at that moment, if someone had seen my expression from the front, they would have seen my lecherous look.

The short distance was covered quickly. When we reached the door of the VIP room, number 808, my mother stopped, turned sideways to me, and took out her card to open the door. From her side, I truly appreciated the magnificent view of her ample breasts. However, at that moment, the waiter with the luggage also came up and stood next to me, so I had to suppress the urge to continue looking closely, pretending not to glance at her.

After entering the room, my mother, with a smile, politely introduced me to the services offered in the VIP room and helped the staff arrange my luggage. Actually, I didn't remember exactly what she said; my attention was completely captivated by the graceful way she bent over and squatted. In fact, I think the way a woman bends over and squats best showcases the curves of her body, and this was perfectly embodied in my mother.

After secretly admiring this "beautiful sight" for a while, I dared not continue, afraid they might suddenly turn around and notice something amiss. Anyway, there would be plenty of opportunities to appreciate it later; if I ruined my image because of my current lecherous behavior and made my mother dislike me, it would be a loss.

After a brief flurry of activity, my mother politely said goodbye and left the room with the staff.

Watching the door close, I suddenly felt a sense of loss.

However, I quickly composed myself and told myself, "Zheng Yi, you've finally taken the first step. Now it's up to you to see how you handle things. You must win her over, or you'll spend the rest of your life in endless regret." That night, I tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep. Of course, it wasn't because my mind was preoccupied with anything, but because I was so excited about the challenging and exciting days ahead.

I got up early the next morning. After getting dressed, the first thing I did was open the door and go to look around to see if I could spot my mother. Unfortunately, I was disappointed this time; I didn't see her, only another supervisor.

I went back to my room and called the front desk to order breakfast. After breakfast, I wandered around the hotel, hoping to run into my mother. But after a while, I still didn't see her. I figured she had probably changed shifts and gone home.

Then, I stopped wandering around and struck up a conversation with a waiter, finally figuring out what was going on. It turned out that there were three supervisors working in shifts in the VIP area, each working eight hours, with shifts usually changing once a week. It seemed I wouldn't see my mother again until the evening.

Having confirmed this, I had no desire to stay in the hotel any longer, so I decided to drive out for a drive to clear my head and kill time.

Finally, it was 10 PM, and my mother arrived on time to take over.

I saw her at the door, and a surge of excitement welled up inside me. My plan was finally about to begin.

After glancing at her from the doorway, I went back into the room, took off the ring from my finger, and held it in my palm. Then, I pressed the service bell.

Soon, there was a knock on the door. I quickly went to the door and opened it, immediately seeing my mother standing there.

"Mr. Zheng, is there anything we can help you with?" my mother asked politely.

Because she was standing very close to me, I could smell a faint fragrance emanating from her; I couldn't tell if it was her natural scent or perfume. The delicate fragrance stirred a sudden surge of emotion within me.

I managed to suppress this turmoil and calmly said, "I had a ring on the table, but it's gone. I guess I accidentally dropped it somewhere on the floor. I've been looking for it for a while, but I can't find it. Could you help me look for it?" My mother readily agreed to help. I then led her into the room and pretended to search with her, while secretly watching her. Seeing her squatting or kneeling as she diligently searched, naturally displaying her alluring figure, I couldn't help but swallow hard, almost wishing she would keep searching forever.

However, the room was only so big. If it dragged on too long, and I searched the whole room without finding anything, it would seem too fake. So, although I was a little reluctant to end the game, I had to stop at the right time. After pretending for a few minutes, I reached under the bed and pretended to find the ring.

"Ah, finally found it! So it rolled into such a remote corner. No wonder it was so hard to find. Thank you so much for helping me search for so long," I said with a sigh.

When my mother saw that I had found the ring, she stopped searching and stood up.

After she stood up, she seemed to want to say hello and leave the room. How could I do that? I had gone to great lengths to trick her into coming in; I couldn't let myself not get something out of it.

"You've really worked hard. Have some water," I said, taking the initiative and offering her an unopened bottle of mineral water to keep her occupied.

"Thank you, but I'm not thirsty. I have to go back to my shift, so I won't disturb your rest any longer. If you need anything, please feel free to call me anytime, and I'll be right there." She politely declined my offer and insisted on leaving, seemingly unwilling to be alone in a room with me, a male guest, for too long.

Seeing this, I became a little anxious and quickly said to her, "Actually, I do have something else I'd like to trouble you with. I wonder if you have time to help me?" "It's my pleasure to serve you. Meeting the reasonable needs of our guests is our duty. Please let me know if there's anything else you need." She glanced at the still-open door and politely said to me, while stopping her turn to leave.

Seeing that I had managed to keep her in line, I breathed a sigh of relief. After thinking for a moment, I said to her, "It's like this, I came to H City this time to do some sightseeing, but I'm unfamiliar with the area and don't know where to start. I wonder if you could recommend some of the attractions and bustling commercial areas of H City to me?" Seeing that my so-called request for help was actually this, she seemed to secretly breathe a sigh of relief. After a moment's thought, I understood her reaction. I guessed she had been harassed by male customers before, and was worried I would make any inappropriate requests. After all, my intention to keep her in the room was rather obvious; it seemed my acting skills weren't up to par.

"Oh, okay, then let me give you a brief introduction," she said, agreeing.

Seeing her agree, I inwardly cheered, then politely invited her to sit on the sofa. I sat opposite her across the coffee table, adopting the posture of a devoted listener, looking at her earnestly.

My gentlemanly demeanor seemed to dispel her last doubts and worries. She then began to explain to me very carefully and thoroughly.

Her explanation took five or six minutes. During this time, I listened quietly, nodding occasionally, without interrupting. It wasn't that I couldn't get a word in edgewise, but rather that I simply didn't want to interrupt her. I felt a sense of intoxication listening to her soft, mature voice.

After the introduction, she again said goodbye. This time, I didn't make any excuses to keep her. Instead, I politely saw her to the door and sincerely thanked her.

That night, I slept soundly and had a good dream, though I won't reveal what it was about.

The next day, after breakfast, I drove around the city and its outskirts, seeing many of the sights my mother had recommended.

After another day of idling, I eagerly awaited her shift. Finally, after counting sheep on the ceiling for what seemed like the hundredth time, ten o'clock arrived.

I carefully opened the door and, seeing that she was already at work, went out.

Her service desk was near the elevator. I pretended to be going downstairs and, as I approached the elevator, greeted her and struck up a conversation, thanking her for the introduction and how it had saved me a lot of time.

This time, she responded warmly and offered some suggestions. Before I knew it, we had chatted for several minutes.

It wasn't until the elevator came up for the fourth time that I said goodbye and went downstairs. For the next ten days or so, I basically repeated the same thing: going sightseeing during the day, and finding opportunities to strike up a conversation with her after my mother went to work in the evening. The opportunities varied: sometimes I pretended to bump into her in the hallway, sometimes I struck up a conversation while waiting for the elevator, and sometimes I took the opportunity to chat with her while asking her to deliver something to my room. In short, after ten days, we were quite familiar with each other.

Through these ten days of contact, I also gained a deeper understanding of my mother's personality and inner qualities. As a result, the more I learned, the more fascinated I became with her. I was now convinced that she would not only be a woman who could drive a man wild, but also a virtuous wife and loving mother. And my thoughts and ideas slowly began to change with our deepening contact. Of course, my desire to pursue her remained unchanged; in fact, it became even stronger.

What changed in my thoughts and ideas? To put it simply, it was just one thing. To put it simply, when I first had the idea of pursuing my mother, although I made up various reasons for myself, essentially it was mainly out of a desire for incestuous thrills and a longing for her body. But now, through a deeper understanding of her personality and inner qualities, I've begun to feel that I've developed a pure romantic love for her, a desire to truly make her my lover, not just a mistress.

Chapter Five: First Meeting with the Girl's Parents

That morning, as usual, I opened my eyes, waking from my sleep, and began my day with immense joy and anticipation.

After getting up, I found it was raining heavily and the wind was strong outside. However, the weather didn't affect my plans, because I had a car.

I went to the underground parking lot, started the car, and drove towards the exit. As the car pulled out of the parking lot, suddenly, a beautiful figure caught my eye. My mother, it was actually my mother! She was standing under an awning by the parking lot exit, a women's motorcycle parked beside her, occasionally looking up at the sky.

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly turned the steering wheel, driving the car up to her.

"Sister Qian, are you waiting here for the rain to stop?" I asked her, rolling down the car window.

We'd gotten to know each other better over this time, and I'd started calling her Sister Qian, which she didn't object to, so that's what I called her now. At my request, she stopped calling me Mr. Zheng and started calling me Xiao Yi.

My mother saw me greet her, turned to look at me, and said with a slightly helpless expression, "Yes, I was supposed to hand over my shift at six o'clock, but seeing it was raining so hard, I worked overtime for a while. Who knew it would still be raining so hard when I came out? The wind's even stronger. I've been waiting for half an hour, and I don't know how long this rain will last." Hearing her say that, a brilliant idea popped into my head.

"I see. Sister Qian, how about I drive you home? I don't have anything important to do anyway; I just drive around aimlessly," I suggested.

My mother shook her head and said, "I can't accept this, it's too much trouble for you. I'll wait a little longer, you go and do your thing." "What's there to be embarrassed about? I'm really fine, it's no trouble at all. Besides, this rain probably won't stop anytime soon, who knows how long we'll have to wait. Don't be so polite, come on in." I earnestly persuaded her.

Seeing my insistence, my mother turned to look at the sky again, thought for a moment, and then nodded and said, "Then thank you. I'll go park the car first and then come out. Please wait a moment, it'll be done soon." After saying that, she started the motorcycle and drove back to the parking lot.

Two minutes later, she came out of the parking lot. I opened the passenger door for her in advance.

After my mother opened the door and got in, she sat down in a very elegant posture and closed the door behind her.

After she got into the car, the enclosed space made her delicate fragrance even more pronounced, wafting into my nose. I couldn't help but take a careful, deep breath, pretending to check if the doors were closed, while my eyes quickly glanced at her plump, pressed thighs as she sat down. My heart skipped a beat.

"Sister Qian, where do you live? Let's go straight home now," I asked her, quickly adjusting my demeanor to avoid being noticed.

My mother immediately gave me an address and pointed out the directions.

Without further delay, I followed her directions and drove towards her house. Along the way, listening to her soft voice, smelling her subtle fragrance, and occasionally stealing glances at her beautiful legs, I felt quite comfortable. I really wished her house was far away, so I could enjoy it longer.

Unfortunately, her house wasn't far away, but in a residential area in the west of the city, probably only two or three kilometers from the hotel. Although I had slowed down considerably, after turning a few corners, we still arrived back at her house. Her house was a small, detached house with a three-story building and a surrounding wall; it looked quite old, the walls a faded color.

After parking, I immediately grabbed an umbrella from behind the driver's seat, got out in the rain, and walked to the other side of the car to escort her inside.

My mother didn't have an umbrella, so she didn't say anything. After getting out of the car, she stood close to me, letting me shield her from the rain.

As we walked towards the house, I initially considered putting my arm around her waist, but then I thought it would be too abrupt and might offend her, so I abandoned that idea and simply tried to hold the umbrella as close to her as possible. Of course, I also took the opportunity to inhale her fragrance more deeply.

The ten-meter distance was covered quickly. She took out her keys, opened the gate, and then we walked into the yard and into the living room on the first floor of the house.

Once inside, I put away the umbrella. At that moment, I noticed that one side of my clothes was soaked through and dripping wet. My mother noticed this too, and she said apologetically, "I'm so sorry you got your clothes all wet. My parents aren't back yet. If you're not in a hurry, could you sit here for a bit? I'll go find you some clothes to change into, and I'll let you change back into your wet clothes after I've dried them, okay?" "Yes, that's perfect!" I thought to myself.

"Thank you so much," I replied.

Then, with a crisp sound of high heels, my mother turned and went upstairs to the second floor. A moment later, she came down empty-handed. She said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I wanted to get some of my dad's clothes for you to change into temporarily, but his room was locked, so I couldn't get them." "It's alright, the weather isn't cold now, it's okay if your clothes are a little wet, they'll dry on their own soon," I quickly said.

My mother seemed a little guilty. After thinking for a moment, she blushed slightly and said to me, "You might catch a cold if you keep wearing wet clothes. How about this, you go to the bathroom, take off your clothes, and hand them to me. I'll take them to dry. Just wait in the bathroom for a bit; it'll be done quickly." "Okay, thank you," I quickly agreed, afraid she might change her mind.

Then, I went to the bathroom next to the living room, took off my t-shirt and trousers, and handed them out through the crack in the door. My mother took them from outside, said "wait a moment," and then went back upstairs.

I stood in the bathroom with my arms crossed for a few minutes, thinking of an excuse to stay longer.

Suddenly, I heard voices coming from the living room. It was an elderly man and woman talking. Could it be my parents, my maternal grandparents, coming home? A sudden wave of nervousness washed over me. Would they have a bad impression of me if they saw me like this? I thought anxiously.

As I worried, I heard their voices getting closer and closer to the bathroom.

"Honey, our daughter seems to be back, but where's her motorcycle?" "In this wind and rain, who could ride a motorcycle? She probably took a taxi." "True. By the way, did you notice that SUV parked outside our gate? Whose car is that? Nobody around here owns one. If someone else is looking for someone, they shouldn't park it in front of our house. It's really strange." "Old man, why are you thinking about that? It's not blocking your way. Oh dear, old man, can you be more careful when you put things down? Making such a racket, what if it disturbs our daughter's sleep? She's been working night shifts lately and only gets a little sleep in the morning. It's so hard for her." When I heard them say this, they had already reached the bathroom door, and judging from their footsteps, they seemed to have stopped.

"Are they going into the bathroom? This is terrible! What should I do?" My heart was pounding in my chest. If they really saw me hiding in the bathroom in just my underwear and leather shoes, I'd be in big trouble.

Just at that crucial moment, I heard my mother's voice. It came from the direction of the stairs, accompanied by the sound of her high heels walking down.

"Dad, Mom, you're back," my mother greeted them. I could hear the obvious tension in her voice. "Daughter, aren't you going to catch up on your sleep? Why are you down here? Why are you carrying a set of men's clothes?" my grandmother asked.

"Ah, this... well, it's like this. It was raining heavily earlier, and I couldn't ride my motorcycle. A friend drove me home, but his clothes got wet when we got inside, so I dried them for him. I'm bringing them down now," my mother explained, her words a little hesitant.

"Oh, so that car outside the gate belongs to your friend. By the way, where is your friend? We didn't see him when we got back," my grandfather chimed in.

"Yes, we didn't see him," my grandmother added, equally puzzled.

"Well, he's in the bathroom," my mother replied weakly after a moment of silence.

I could easily imagine the complex expression on her face. Bringing a man home, having him undress and hide in the bathroom, and then being caught by her unsuspecting parents—any woman would be nervous in that situation.

As my mother finished speaking, I heard her footsteps reaching the door. The two elders were silent for a moment, probably stunned.

"Xiaoyi, your clothes are done," my mother said, knocking on the bathroom door.

I quickly opened the door a crack and saw a pale hand slip my clothes through the crack.

I took the clothes and hurriedly put them on, while I heard scattered footsteps heading towards the living room.

"Daughter, tell me honestly, is that man inside your boyfriend?" I heard my grandmother ask my mother in a low voice, but even though she was trying to be quiet, her voice was still a bit loud, and I could still roughly hear her.

"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? He's just a casual friend I've known for a short time, maybe not even a casual friend, just an acquaintance. He just happened to bring me home. Don't say anything like that later, it'll make him feel awkward," my mother whispered, trying to explain.

"Oh, I know, haha," my grandmother chuckled, and my grandfather chuckled a few times too, but their laughter sounded a little strange to me. They seemed to say something else after that, but they were a bit far away by then, so I couldn't hear them clearly.

I quickly changed my clothes, took a deep breath, thought about what I would say when I went out, and then walked out with a nervous heart. As

soon as I turned back to the living room, I saw a man and a woman, both around seventy years old, slightly overweight, with ordinary but kind faces, sitting on the sofa drinking water, while my mother stood there, looking at me somewhat helplessly.

When I appeared in the living room, the two elders stood up and scrutinized me, a hint of surprise flashing across their faces.

My mother opened her mouth as if to say something, but seemed momentarily at a loss for words.

"Uncle and Aunt, hello, my name is Zheng Yi. I'm so sorry to bother you," I said, breaking the silence.

"You must be Meiqian's friend. Come and sit down, don't be shy," my grandmother said, her face beaming with a warm smile as she invited me to sit down.

I immediately forced myself to remain calm and went over, sitting on the sofa chair next to them.

After I sat down, my grandmother cheerfully went to get a cup and tea leaves to make tea for me, while my mother glanced at me helplessly before sitting down as well. My grandfather took out a cigarette and offered it to me with a smile. I quickly stood up to take the cigarette and lit it for him with my lighter.

After we finished, we sat down together again, and my grandmother also made tea for me and sat down.

What followed was a typical scene of a son-in-law meeting his in-laws for the first time. The two elders asked me some casual questions, which I answered nervously but politely. My mother, however, couldn't get a word in edgewise, or rather, didn't know how to join the conversation, looking helpless and embarrassed.

I knew my grandparents had misunderstood. Although my mother had explained, they didn't seem to believe her explanation and still thought I was her boyfriend. This wasn't surprising; after all, me taking off my clothes for my mother to dry was something most friends wouldn't do—it seemed too intimate and beyond what most people would imagine. Even among close friends, even if the woman didn't feel embarrassed, the man would probably feel awkward.

What deepened their misunderstanding was that my behavior did indeed resemble that of her boyfriend. It wasn't that I was pretending; that was truly my intention. I didn't just want to be her boyfriend; I wanted to be her husband. In short, the two elders were clearly looking at their future son-in-law with the mindset of parents-in-law, and I was even more so with the feelings of a son-in-law meeting his mother-in-law for the first time. Only my mother was temporarily sidelined, unable to defend herself.

During the conversation, my maternal grandparents asked how long I had known my mother. Of course, I didn't dare say I had only known her for a little over ten days, but vaguely replied that we had known each other for some time.

The tense yet pleasant conversation lasted for more than ten minutes. My maternal grandmother stood up first, saying she would cook for me. I pretended to decline for a moment, but was "persuaded" by her and my grandfather's insistence.

When I agreed to stay for dinner, I saw my mother turn around and, when the two elders weren't looking, give me a slightly embarrassed and annoyed glare. She seemed to be blaming me for pushing my luck, pretending to be her boyfriend and then trying to freeload off her, as if she was determined to play the role of her future son-in-law to the end. I pretended to ignore her glare.

What a joke! How could I miss such a great opportunity to build a good relationship with the two elders? These opportunities are hard to come by! Once I've established a good rapport with them, it'll be much easier to come here often. In short, this situation completely exceeded my plans; it was as if God was secretly helping me. I could only secretly rejoice.

Grandma went to cook, and seeing that Grandpa and I were still chatting happily, with no room for her to interrupt, Mother simply stood up and went to help in the kitchen, probably to explain things to Grandma as well.

While we were chatting, I noticed a very well-made chess set under the coffee table in front of the sofa and casually mentioned it. Grandpa immediately became very interested and started talking about his glorious victories. Coincidentally, I also know a bit about chess, so I immediately suggested we play a few games. The result? After several games, it was a close call, with both sides winning and losing. Grandpa exclaimed that he hadn't found a suitable opponent in a long time and insisted that I come over often to play with him. Of course, I readily agreed, feeling incredibly grateful to my old roommate who used to drag me into playing chess all the time.

After a few more games, dinner was ready. Grandma urged me repeatedly before Grandpa reluctantly ended his game and joined me at the table.

During dinner, I noticed Grandma's attitude towards me hadn't changed at all, which finally put my mind at ease. It seemed that while Mom was in the kitchen, either she didn't explain further, or she tried but to no avail.

Over the course of the meal, my relationship with my grandparents had grown considerably. The two elders frequently glanced at me and then at my mother, their satisfaction evident.

After dinner, seeing that it was getting late, I worried that I might disturb my mother's nap and tire her out, but also that I might overdo it, so I said goodbye. The two elders tried to persuade me to stay, especially Grandpa, who wanted to play a few more games with me. I finally managed to leave, citing important business to attend to. Before leaving, faced with my grandfather's enthusiastic challenge, I confidently agreed.

My mother saw me off. She was mostly silent the whole way, until just before I got into the car, when she said to me with a slightly uncertain expression, "My parents probably misunderstood something. No matter what I said, they wouldn't believe me. I'm so sorry you had to see that. Why didn't you explain?" I smiled and said, "As long as the elders are happy, misunderstandings are fine. To be honest, I really wish I were your boyfriend, haha..." My heart skipped a beat as I finished speaking, my eyes fixed on her reaction. My

mother seemed taken aback by my answer, and after a long pause, she said calmly, "I'm so old, how could I be your girlfriend? It's raining heavily, you should get in the car quickly, I should go back too. Anyway, thank you for bringing me back." I wanted to say something more, but seeing her expression, I held back, nodded, and got into the car with a hint of disappointment.

After the car started moving, I turned around and saw her standing motionless at the door. After the car had driven a few dozen meters, I looked back, but she was gone. At that moment, I felt a pang of disappointment.

I knew she had probably gradually realized my feelings for her were different, or more directly, that I liked her. Otherwise, her expression when she saw me off wouldn't have been so unnatural. It's true, for the past ten days or so, I'd deliberately tried to strike up a conversation with her every day. Even if I acted carefully and naturally, after so many times, she's not stupid; she'd definitely notice something. Plus, considering my behavior at her house today, it would be strange if she hadn't figured it out.

Although I don't know what her current mindset is, as long as she hasn't explicitly rejected me, it's okay. Opportunities still need to be seized. As long as I'm sincere and persistent, I believe I'll eventually win her over. Of course, even if she rejected me or showed dislike today, I won't give up. I'll pursue her until the last day of my life.

Chapter Six: My First Confession.

After leaving her house, I drove around aimlessly for a while, my mind replaying her expression and words when she saw me off. Finally, I stopped driving and went straight back to the hotel.

Back in my room, I lay down and thought things through again. Finally, after a long period of reflection, I cleared my head and felt more at peace.

That night, after 10 PM, I went out again. However, after driving around the entire floor, I couldn't find her. Finally, I went back to my room and pressed the call button, only to be greeted by a different supervisor. I ordered some food and casually asked why it wasn't Supervisor He on duty. The supervisor said she had taken the night off.

Hearing this, I felt disappointed and melancholy, and also a little worried, wondering if my mother had taken the day off to avoid seeing me. If that was the case, it seemed really bad. My heart immediately filled with anxiety and uncertainty.

That night, I tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep.

I got up very early the next morning. After getting up, I opened the window and found that the weather outside was nice, but I still felt a bit gloomy. After eating a somewhat unappetizing breakfast, I drove around for a while.

Then, I looked at the sky and felt that it wouldn't be too abrupt to go to her house at this time, so I turned the car around and drove towards her house.

When I arrived at her house, I found the door locked. I hesitated for a moment, then got out of the car and knocked, but no one answered. It seemed my grandparents weren't home. As for my mother, I wasn't sure; perhaps she was home but just didn't want to see me.

I waited patiently outside for another half hour, but still no one appeared. Finally, I drove away, utterly disappointed. After leaving her house, I drove around several streets, found a coffee shop, ordered a pot of Blue Mountain coffee, and sipped it absentmindedly. After more than an hour, I left the coffee shop and drove back, but still no one answered, so I left again. This went on for a whole morning and afternoon, going to her house every hour or so, but always returning disappointed.

At nine o'clock in the evening, I went again, and this time, I finally saw her. Actually, even before I saw her, just seeing the lights from the small house in the distance, I was already excited.

My grandfather opened the door. As soon as my grandfather saw me, he greeted me warmly and urged me to come in quickly, as if afraid I would turn around and leave.

After entering the living room on the first floor, I only saw my grandmother sitting on the sofa watching TV; my mother was nowhere to be seen. My heart skipped a beat, wondering if she hadn't returned yet.

After greeting me, my grandmother noticed my confusion and quickly explained that my mother had gone upstairs to take a shower.

Then, she started nagging again: "Last night, your uncle and I planned to go to the park today, but Meiqian insisted on coming with us. She took the day off last night and has been wandering around with us all day. I suggested she invite you along, but she said you were busy. It would have been so much better if you had come today; it would have saved the old man from constantly nagging about playing chess with you, which annoyed me to no end, haha..." I could only smile in response. Then, my grandfather came over and asked if I was free. When I said I was free, he immediately brought out the chessboard, saying that since we were waiting anyway, we might as well play a few games first—what a passionate chess fanatic!

I had no choice but to play along.

When we got to the third game, my mother came downstairs. She was wearing her business suit, probably planning to go straight to work. Her figure and beautiful legs momentarily captivated me, but I quickly regained my composure.

My mother looked a little awkward when she saw me, but still came over and greeted me.

My grandmother, seeing my mother come down, gave my grandfather a wink, but he was so engrossed in the game that he didn't notice.

Seeing this, my grandmother simply took the chessboard away. "There's plenty of time for chess; don't waste other people's time," she said to my grandfather with a hint of reproach. My grandfather chuckled helplessly.

Seeing my grandmother say that, I seized the opportunity to stand up and said to my mother, "Qian, aren't you supposed to go to your 10 o'clock shift? It's almost time, I'll take you there." My mother didn't object, told my parents, and then we went out together.

After getting in the car and closing the door, my mother turned to look at me and said in a somewhat cold tone, "Don't come again, okay?" Hearing her words and tone, I suddenly felt as if my heart had been violently clenched, and I felt a little suffocated.

"Why? I just wanted to see you," I blurted out, staring intently at her. In the dim light of the streetlamp in the distance, I saw her brow furrow slightly, her eyes somewhat unfocused.

My mother turned her head away a little, avoiding my gaze.

"If my parents continue to misunderstand, it won't be good for either of us. Please, don't come again," she said, looking ahead at the car.

"I don't misunderstand at all. Actually, I genuinely want to be your boyfriend. Please say yes, okay?" I blurted out in my haste.

My mother seemed flustered by my sudden bluntness. She took a deep breath, turned back to me, looked at me intently, and said in a very serious tone, "I'm really not suitable to be your girlfriend, and I don't want to be anyone's girlfriend. Please don't bother me anymore, okay?" In my panic, I abandoned all politeness and grabbed her smooth left hand, holding it tightly.

My mother, not expecting such a sudden move, probably thought I was about to do something else, and was startled, crying out, "Ah! What are you doing? Let go!" She tried to pull her hand away forcefully. Seeing that I had frightened her, I felt flustered and instinctively released her hand. My mother seized the opportunity to pull her hand back. After pulling her hand away, she turned to open the car door and get out, but the door was already locked with the electronic lock, and she couldn't open it no matter how hard she tried.

"Sister Qian, I'm sorry, I startled you. I was a little hasty just now, so I offended you. I'm sorry. I really didn't mean any harm. I really like you, please believe me." I hurriedly explained to her, feeling flustered, secretly regretting my impulsiveness.

Seeing that the door wouldn't open, my mother turned around and said to me somewhat angrily, "I don't need anyone to like me. Please respect me and stop bothering me. Now, open the car door quickly, I want to get out, or I'll yell." I raised my hands above my head and said to her, "Okay, okay, I respect you. I'll take you to the hotel now, or you'll be late." My mother seemed to want to object, but after thinking about it, she fell silent and sat there speechlessly. Seeing this, I didn't dare to say anything more for the time being, and immediately started the car and drove towards the hotel.

The two of us didn't speak to each other the whole way, and the atmosphere in the car was very tense.

I hadn't expected my mother to react so strongly to my confession; it seemed she had absolutely no desire to accept my advances. This result left me heartbroken and incredibly disappointed. However, by the time we arrived at the hotel, I had regained my composure. I wouldn't give up. I guessed that her rejection stemmed from two reasons: firstly, the age gap—I'm almost twenty years younger than her; and secondly, my direct confession was probably too sudden for her to accept, considering we'd only known each other for a little over ten days. People of her generation probably couldn't adapt to the current lightning-fast declarations of love. Of course, that was my guess, but only she knew the truth. In any case, whatever the reason, I wouldn't stop pursuing her until I could win her over. However, I needed to change my approach.

After the car pulled into the parking lot, my mother didn't say anything more to me. She simply opened the car door, got out, and left without looking back, as if afraid I would chase after her. Faced with this situation, although I was somewhat prepared, I still couldn't help feeling disappointed again.

Afterwards, I locked my car and walked back to my room. When I got off the elevator, I saw my mother already at the front desk, handing over the duties with the previous supervisor. When she saw me, she didn't give me a hard time, but instead forced a professional smile and greeted me with "Good evening, Mr. Zheng" along with the supervisor. Hearing me switch from "Xiao Yi" back to "Mr. Zheng" made me feel bitter. I didn't say much, just nodded politely and went straight back to my room.

That night, I couldn't sleep. The next morning, while washing my face, I noticed I looked a little haggard.

"Zheng Yi, as long as you persevere, don't lose heart, you will succeed. She will be your wife sooner or later. Keep going!" I said firmly to myself in the mirror.

Chapter Seven: The Unexpected

I stayed in the hotel all day, because I felt there was no point in going anywhere. I wanted to go to her house, but I was afraid that going right away would offend her, so I didn't dare go yet, thinking I'd wait a couple more days.

While I was in my room, I wasn't just spacing out and daydreaming. I did browse the internet a bit, but unfortunately, things that used to attract my attention no longer held much appeal for me. Even those frivolous mother-son articles that used to excite me didn't interest me anymore. As evening approached and darkness fell, I finally shut down the computer and took out a picture of my mother to look at.

I lay in bed, looking at my mother's photograph. Gazing at her beautiful figure, my heart finally calmed, no longer filled with the chaotic emotions of the past, but with an endless longing.

My thoughts began to drift towards the future. I fantasized that I had won her heart, that she would marry me, and that she would bear me several children—at least a son and a daughter…

In my fantasy, a happy smile gradually appeared on my lips, and my heart became intoxicated by the beautiful world I had created.

I don't know how much time passed before I returned to reality. Upon waking, I suddenly paused, because I noticed something very unusual. Before, when I fantasized about my mother, I always inevitably imagined the exciting scenes of making love with her, but this time, I couldn't seem to think about that aspect at all; I only thought about warm and tender things. It seemed that as long as she was by my side, giving me all her tenderness and love, I would be content.

I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, a clarity dawned on me. I understood that my love for my mother had grown deeper and more genuine. That level of love transcended the mere need for sex; it emphasized the merging of souls.

Instantly, her gentleness, her poise, her beauty, her strength, her kindness, her understanding—all these impressions flooded my mind, coalescing to create a picture of a mature and beautiful woman who stirred my heart.

"Mom, my beautiful Qian, since you gave me life, I will repay you with the best husband in the world, so that you may be happy forever," I said with passionate determination.

After a moment of blissful contemplation, I refocused my gaze on the photograph. Looking at the beautiful legs in the picture, and imagining her captivating figure in reality, a surge of heat rose within me. "I wonder what it will feel like to truly experience her body? She will not only be my wife, but also my biological mother. With this dual identity, making love with her will definitely be more exciting and satisfying, especially the fact that she is my biological mother. Just thinking about it is incredibly exciting. How many people in this world can truly enjoy the love and physical pleasure of their own mother? Perhaps I am already the luckiest and happiest person in the world." Thinking this, my penis became erect. I instinctively reached for it, intending to masturbate, but stopped after a few movements. "No, I will never masturbate again. My semen will belong only to her from now on," I silently resolved.

Then, I got out of bed, went to the window, opened it, took a few deep breaths of fresh air, and then, feeling refreshed, went to the bathroom for a cold shower.

While showering, I reflected on the imagined feeling of making love with my mother. I realized I desperately wanted to, and the thought of it was incredibly exciting. However, this longing and excitement was distinctly different from the feelings I had when reading erotic novels and fantasizing. It lacked the lewdness and was filled with tenderness and affection. Perhaps this was the difference between love-filled and loveless sex.

After showering, I ordered something to eat, and by the time I finished, it was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening. I climbed back into bed, leaned against the headboard, and earnestly plotted my next move. I knew my mother was a very traditional woman, and those novel methods would probably be useless, and might even repel her. So how could I win her over? Right now, she seemed wary of me; how could I break down her defenses? All sorts of questions swirled in my mind, and I could only rack my brains for a solution.

Before I knew it, almost two hours had passed, and the ashtray by my bedside was gradually overflowing with cigarette butts.

Just as I stubbed out a cigarette and was about to light another, the intercom on the bedside table rang.

I paused my thoughts and picked up the receiver. It was the front desk calling, saying someone needed to speak to me urgently and asking if I wanted to transfer the call. I agreed, and after one ring, the phone went dead. I

had barely said "hello" when my grandfather's anxious voice came through the other end.

"Is this Xiaoyi?" he asked.

I had barely answered "Yes, it is," and before I could even greet him, he continued anxiously, "Meiqian was on her way to work when she accidentally crashed her motorcycle into the back of a truck. She was injured and unconscious on the spot and is currently in the emergency room at the First People's Hospital. If you have time, please come and see her as soon as possible." A thunderclap seemed to explode in my head; this news was so unexpected and frightening.

"How is she now? Is she alright?" I asked anxiously.

"We don't know yet, they're trying to save him. You need to come quickly," Grandpa's voice was already tinged with sorrow.

I hurriedly agreed, hung up the phone, quickly dressed, and rushed out the door, half-running towards the elevator. Amidst the astonished gazes of the supervisor and waiters, I paced around like a cat on a hot tin roof, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

When the elevator finally came up, the doors barely opened a crack enough for one person to squeeze through, and I eagerly squeezed in, then pressed the button for the parking lot.

Once in the parking lot, I ran to my SUV, jumped in as fast as I could, started the engine, and slammed on the gas, speeding towards the exit. The security guard at the exit was startled by how fast my car sped off and quickly jumped aside. I drove to the exit, slammed on the brakes, and brought the car to a stop in front of the barrier. Then I rolled down the window and yelled at the guard to raise the barrier immediately. The security guard recognized me, and although he looked puzzled, he quickly raised the barrier and let me through.

Leaving the hotel, I sped along, running two red lights. Fortunately, I had been wandering around a lot during this time and knew the location and route to a hospital, so I drove straight there. A dozen minutes later, I finally arrived at the hospital.

Outside the emergency room, my grandparents were pacing anxiously. Seeing me, they immediately rushed to greet me.

"Uncle, Aunt, how is Qianjie?" I asked urgently.

"I don't know. The doctor said her head injury is quite serious, and she's still being treated. Oh, my poor daughter, oh..." My grandmother answered, her eyes red, and she couldn't help but sob softly halfway through her sentence. My grandfather quickly held her hand tightly, comforting her.

Hearing this, my heart sank. However, although I managed to control my fear and anxiety, I forced myself to remain calm and comforted my parents, patiently waiting with them for the outcome, while silently praying for my mother. I silently begged heaven: I would give my entire life if my mother could be safe.

Half an hour later, the emergency room doors opened, and a doctor removed his mask and came out.

"Doctor, how is she? Is she alright?" I rushed over and asked anxiously, my grandparents joining me.

The doctor glanced at us and said in a heavy voice, "After our best efforts, the patient is temporarily out of danger, but she is still unconscious. She suffered a severe head injury, and the concussion damage is quite serious. If she doesn't have surgery soon, her condition may worsen." "What are the chances of success with surgery?" my grandfather asked anxiously from the side.

"The chances of the surgery being successful are quite high, but even if it is successful, it only guarantees her life. Whether she can regain consciousness is hard to say, after all, there are many uncertain factors." "Doctor, does that mean she might become a vegetable?" Grandma asked in a trembling voice.

The doctor nodded.

Seeing the doctor's statement, the three of us exchanged glances, and our hearts sank.

Three days later, in the neurosurgery ward of the hospital.

I sat by the bedside, looking at my mother whose head was wrapped up like a mummy, my heart filled with worry.

The surgery was finally performed two days ago. It was a success, and the surgeon was the city's most renowned neurosurgeon. He wasn't originally from this hospital, but I went to great lengths, spending a fortune and pulling strings to bring him in. If time hadn't been so tight, I would have even considered bringing in the best neurosurgeon in the country.

After the surgery, my mother's condition stabilized, but two days have passed and she hasn't shown any signs of waking up. Although the doctors had explained this possibility before the surgery, facing this situation still fills me with immense worry and disappointment.

My grandparents, after spending a day and a night with her, couldn't handle it and went home to rest. Now I'm alone with my mother.

I hold her soft hand, just staring at her, not even noticing the nurse come in to change the IV.

At this moment, my heart aches terribly. I've made up my mind that if she doesn't wake up, I will stay with her, even if it means staying with her until we're old.

Chapter Eight: Awakening, My Mother, My Love

Time flies, and a year has passed since that accident.

Two weeks after the surgery, the doctor said that my mother's vital signs had stabilized completely and she no longer needed hospital treatment. As for whether she would regain consciousness, that was up to fate; continuing treatment was pointless.

I suggested bringing my mother to my home in G city to care for her, but my grandparents disagreed, insisting on keeping her at their home. It wasn't that they didn't trust me, but they didn't want to leave their hometown. After two weeks in the hospital, they had witnessed my unwavering love and attachment to my mother. They could see that I truly loved her deeply, and having already shown them affection, they considered me their son-in-law.

Since they were unwilling, I had to compromise and move into their home myself. I also hired a medical team to come regularly to diagnose my mother and provide necessary care and treatment. As a result, she stayed with them for a year.

Throughout the year, aside from my maternal grandmother taking care of my mother's bathing and toileting needs, I spent most of my time with her. Why was it my grandmother who took care of her? I could have done it myself, and my grandparents probably wouldn't have objected. However, I know my own situation. My mother and I aren't really that close yet; before the accident, she even rejected me. So, if I did that, I worried that one day when she regained consciousness, she might be ashamed and angry with me, blaming me for disrespecting her.

That noon, as usual, I pulled up a chair and sat by her bedside, talking to her.

Talking to her, in reality, was more like talking to myself. Before she was discharged, the doctor suggested that talking to her more would help her regain consciousness. So, for the past year, I've talked to her for several hours every day.

I don't stick to any particular topic; I just say whatever comes to mind, from childhood memories of playing together to my feelings for her. I don't feel like I'm completely talking to myself; I treat it as if she's fully conscious. I had a vague feeling that my mother could hear what I said, but she just couldn't answer me. So, I never let my guard down, even when I was talking to myself. I never said anything that I shouldn't have told her.

"Sister Qian, tell me, when I told you I wanted you to be my girlfriend, did it startle you? Haha, thinking about it now, I was really too abrupt. Anyone would probably feel awkward if they told someone they'd only known them for a few days that they wanted to be their girlfriend. But, I really like you, no, not just like you, I've fallen in love with you. Maybe this is fate. You might think it's absurd for a guy in his early twenties to tell someone in their early forties that I love you, that I'm just joking, or even that I have ulterior motives and just want to get you and play with you? If that's what you think, then you're wrong. Honestly, I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you. I believe you are my destined wife. In short, I really love you, there's no doubt about that. I've already decided that if you never wake up, I'll stay with you for the rest of my life. Anyway, as long as I can be by your side, I'll be content." I said softly to her while gently stroking her now long and beautiful hair.

"Xiaoyi, come down for dinner, it's ready," Grandma suddenly called from downstairs.

Hearing her call, I responded, then bent down and kissed my mother's forehead, saying, "I'll go downstairs and eat something first, then I'll come back up to keep you company." Afterward, I went downstairs to eat with my grandparents. During dinner, Grandma looked at my increasingly haggard face and, with a touch of heartache, suggested I rest more and not always stay by my mother's side. I didn't answer, just smiled.

My grandparents had also become much more haggard over the past year, but I felt powerless to help them. I wanted to comfort them, but I didn't know what to say. After all, I couldn't even comfort myself, so how could I comfort others? I could only hope that my mother would recover soon.

After dinner, my grandparents went upstairs and silently sat with my mother for a while before leaving sadly, saying they had something to take care of.

After my grandparents left, I sat back down in the chair on the left side of the bed, continuing to talk to my mother while massaging her palms.

So far, I've only ever touched my mother's face and hands. Actually, if I wanted, I could easily have seen and touched her entire body when no one was home, but I didn't want to do that; I didn't want to be so disrespectful. I desperately wanted to possess her body, to witness all its wonders and savor them, but that would only be possible after winning her heart; otherwise, it would be blasphemy. I didn't want to blaspheme her at all, because I truly loved her. Of course, at first, I did have a few impulses to lift the covers and see her genitals under her nightgown, but ultimately, I restrained myself.

As I massaged my mother's palms, feeling the smoothness of her hands, my mind drifted away. I imagined that one day, this beautiful hand would gently caress my face, my body, and embrace me.

Suddenly, in my reverie, I seemed to feel my hand being gently grasped.

I was startled, then looked at my hand and found it gently held in my mother's left hand.

Before I could fully process what was happening, I heard a faint call.

"Xiao Yi." I turned my head quickly and saw that my mother had opened her eyes. My heart was instantly overwhelmed with overwhelming joy.

"Sister Qian, you're finally awake!" I blurted out, my voice trembling.

My mother opened her mouth, but she seemed too weak to speak.

I suppressed my excitement and, disregarding my image, knelt beside her, gently covering her mouth, and said, "Don't speak yet, rest for a while. I'll call the doctor to come and check you up right away. Thank goodness, thank God!" I stammered. My

mother obediently remained silent, watching me silently. Her eyes were no longer cold; instead, they held a complex mix of shyness and something else entirely.

Then, I took out my phone and called the head of the medical team, asking them to come as quickly as possible. Next, I called my grandfather and told him the good news that my mother had woken up. When he heard the news, he excitedly shouted "Really?!" on the other end of the phone, making my ears ring.

After hanging up, I realized my hand was still covering my mother's mouth, and I gave her an embarrassed smile before letting go.

My mother continued to look at me silently, her eyes filled with even more tenderness.

I looked at her, and for a moment, I felt like I had a thousand words to say to her, but when the words reached my lips, I didn't know what to say first. After staring at her blankly for a few moments, I suddenly leaned down and hugged her, burying my face in the hair behind her neck, inhaling her fragrance deeply, my heart pounding inexplicably.

My mother didn't struggle, quietly letting me hold her.

After a while, I realized that my actions seemed a bit presumptuous, so I quickly let go, sat up straight on the edge of the bed, looked at her, and awkwardly didn't know what to say.

"Yi, help me up," my mother said weakly and softly.

I immediately stood up, reached out to support her back, and carefully helped her sit up. Then I sat diagonally behind her, letting her lean against my right chest. As I did all this, my mind raced with excitement, thinking, "Yi? She actually called me Yi instead of Xiao Yi! What does this mean? Does it mean she's accepted me?" After my mother sat down, I reached out and wrapped my right arm around her waist, worried she might lose her balance. Because it was quite hot, even though there was air conditioning, my grandmother, worried my mother would get too hot and also to make it easier for her to bathe and use the restroom, had only dressed her in a thin beige nightgown, without any underwear.

Because of this, when I wrapped my arm around her waist, unable to see what was in front, my hand accidentally pressed against her lower abdomen. Through the thin fabric, I felt my fingers pressing against a thick patch of soft hair. That must be my mother's mons pubis. I felt it was slightly raised, soft and elastic.

Realizing my hand was in an inappropriate place, a surge of desire welled up inside me, and I quickly raised my hand slightly, placing it against her lower abdomen. Instantly, I felt a soft, warm touch. At the same time, because my mother was leaning against my chest, her natural fragrance immediately filled my nostrils.

My heart, for some reason, stirred with excitement and panic; my body even began to heat up uncontrollably, and my breathing became slightly heavier.

When my right hand touched her mons pubis and lower abdomen, my mother trembled slightly, but she ultimately didn't object.

"Sister Qian, how are you feeling now?" I asked somewhat uneasily, still worried that she might think I had pressed her mons pubis intentionally.

"Yi, thank you," my mother said softly, turning her head slightly towards me.

"Sister Qian…" I stammered, unsure what to say. When she was asleep, I could say whatever I wanted, but now that she was awake, I didn't know how to interact with her. Perhaps the way she rejected me last time had left a deep impression, making me unconsciously restrained, afraid of inadvertently offending her again.

"Yi, was everything you said before true?" my mother suddenly asked softly.

"Before?" I was taken aback, unsure which specific time she meant.

"When I wasn't awake," my mother added, a hint of shyness in her voice.

When she wasn't awake? A thought flashed through my mind, and I remembered the things I'd said to her, the words expressing my affection. "She asked me this, could it be that she heard everything? Could it be that she wasn't completely unconscious?" I wondered excitedly.

"It's true, every single word is true," I replied, managing to suppress my excitement and try to sound calm.

Hearing my certain answer, my mother's body trembled slightly. After a moment of silence, she relaxed, rested her head against my cheek, sighed softly, and slowly said, "Actually, I regained some consciousness while I was in the hospital, but I just couldn't control my body. It was like my soul was imprisoned inside. I could hear and feel everything that was happening outside." She paused, then continued, "Thank you for being there for me, and thank you for loving me so much. I know you're sincere, and I believe you're someone I can entrust my life to, but..." She stopped abruptly, afraid she might say something I didn't want to hear. I turned and hugged her tightly from the front, mustering my courage to kiss her red lips.

Having heard all that, and considering her tone and reaction, I was pretty sure she was moved by my sincerity, but she seemed to still have some reservations. However, I decided not to let those reservations become a barrier between us. Now that I understood her feelings, I decided I couldn't let happiness slip through my fingers again. If not now, when?

After I suddenly kissed her, my mother struggled slightly in my arms for a few moments, then quieted down, though her breathing became rapid.

I breathed heavily, passionately kissing her fragrant lips, while simultaneously probing with my tongue, trying to breach her delicate teeth.

My mother seemed a little overwhelmed by my forceful kiss; she gently swayed her head, tilting it back, trying to escape my pursuit, but I wasn't about to let her go.

Throughout the kiss, my eyes remained open, watching my mother's facial expressions. My mother seemed afraid to look at me; her eyes were closed, her face flushed with embarrassment.

After half a minute of this, with nowhere left to escape, my mother finally loosened her teeth slightly, and I seized the opportunity to slip my tongue inside. Instantly, my tongue touched hers, which seemed to be trying to pull away. I took the opportunity to probe even deeper, our tongues intertwining.

At the moment our tongues met, I felt my mother's body tremble slightly, her body stiffening for a moment before relaxing again. I felt a surge of excitement coursing through my body, as if an electric current had swiftly passed through me.

Just at this beautiful moment, a loud, jarring shout rang in our ears.

"Old man, hurry up, don't block my way, quick!" Grandma's anxious, excited voice came from the stairs.

I hadn't expected Grandpa and Grandma to be back so quickly; they probably hadn't gone far from home.

Hearing Grandma's voice, I reluctantly let go of my mother and sat behind her, supporting her. My mother blushed and lowered her head, seemingly afraid that her grandparents would see her embarrassment.

In that short time, Grandpa and Grandma had already rushed, half-running, into my mother's bedroom.

Grandma rushed to my mother's side, looked at her excitedly, then opened her arms and hugged her tightly, burying her face in her shoulder and bursting into tears. Between sobs, she choked out things like, "Daughter, Mom was so worried." Hearing Grandma cry, my mother reached out and hugged her back, calling out "Mom," before also sobbing.

Seeing the two of them like this, I stood up and made room for them. Grandpa, looking excited and happy, stood by, his eyes red, gently patting their backs to comfort them.

After a long while, Grandma finally stopped crying, and just then, the medical team arrived. They gave my mother a thorough examination and confirmed that she was out of danger. Seeing that she was still very weak, they gave her two bottles of intravenous nutrition. During the IV drip, Grandma held Mom's hand the whole time, chattering away to herself, pouring out all her worries and fears from the past year. She kept asking Mom about her condition and whether she was feeling any discomfort, leaving Grandpa and me no chance to even get a word in edgewise.

I didn't mind being temporarily ignored; after all, I completely understood Grandma's deep love for her daughter. And I didn't feel neglected at all, especially after receiving a tender and apologetic look from Mom.

While listening to the conversation between the mother and daughter, I heard the mother tell my grandmother that she had accidentally crashed into the car in front of her because she was distracted while driving. Hearing this, a thought struck me, and I immediately realized that my mother had been indirectly caused by me; my bold confession back then had probably disturbed her peace of mind.

"So, Mom wasn't truly indifferent to me back then," I thought to myself with a sigh.

Chapter Nine: The Time of Love

After all the commotion, the house finally returned to peace.

After finishing her IV drip, my mother, still quite weak, fell into a deep sleep. Seeing her fall asleep, I was actually quite nervous, afraid that she wouldn't wake up again like before. So, I insisted on staying in her bedroom, waiting for her to wake up. My grandparents, seeing my insistence, let me be.

Fortunately, my worries were unnecessary; three hours later, my mother slowly woke up. As soon as my mother woke up, I quickly dropped the newspaper I'd been reading for three hours without understanding its contents, rushed to her bedside, sat in the chair beside her, and looked at her still sleepy-eyed and delicate-looking mother.

"Sister Qian, you're finally awake," I whispered to her.

Hearing me, my mother gently turned her head to look at me and smiled. Seeing this smile, so different from her professional, polite smile at work, I suddenly felt the world brighten up.

"Are you afraid I won't wake up again?" my mother asked softly.

Having her thoughts guessed, I smiled sheepishly, not answering her directly, but gently taking her hand and saying, "If you really do become Sleeping Beauty again, then I'll protect you for the rest of my life." Hearing this, a blush immediately rose on my mother's face.

After looking at me quietly for a few seconds, my mother's smile suddenly vanished, and she asked seriously, "Yi, do you really not care that I'm so much older than you? I'm old enough to be your mother. And even if you don't mind my age, what about your parents and family? Will they accept me? Also, I have to be honest with you, I used to be with another man and had a son, but we separated, and I don't know where my son is now. Don't you mind that?" After asking, she stared at me intently, her expression seemingly a little nervous.

I met her gaze and said sincerely with a smile, "I really don't mind how much older you are than me. If I really did, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you. As for my family, you don't need to worry about them either. I live alone; my parents have passed away, and I don't have any siblings. Since my father was an orphan, I don't have any uncles or other relatives. Besides, even if I did, I wouldn't care what they think. I'm the one who loves you, not them. As for your past, I don't care. What I care about is our future." After saying that, I added in my mind, "Of course you can be my mother. You are my biological mother." Seeing me say this, my mother's slightly tense expression finally relaxed.

After I finished speaking, I leaned over to kiss her lips. This time, she didn't stop me, closed her eyes slightly, and let me kiss her.

After the kiss, I sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at her, and said half-seriously, half-jokingly, "Sister Qian, you're old enough to be my mother. If I were really your son, I'd be so lucky. How many people in the world have such a beautiful and wonderful mother like you?" My mother blushed and said, "Nonsense! Since you like being my son so much, why are you still chasing after me? I might as well just let you be my godson." She couldn't help but chuckle, seemingly imagining my embarrassment at her words.

Unfortunately, I wasn't embarrassed; instead, my heart pounded wildly.

"Alright, then I'll acknowledge you as my mother for now, hehe, Mom?" I said, pretending to joke.

"Yes, good son," my mother replied with a smile, looking at me happily, seemingly amused by my "joke."

Hearing her respond to my address, I felt both excited and moved. I never imagined that the first time I'd called myself "Mom" would be under such circumstances.

"My dear mother, please marry me, okay?" I continued, pretending to joke.

My mother chuckled and replied, "I went through so much to give birth to you, and now I have to be your wife? Wouldn't I be losing out?" She seemed to be happily caught up in the joke, echoing my words. I never expected her to have such a humorous and cheerful side beneath her usually dignified and serious exterior.

She said it without thinking, but I, the listener, felt my blood boil. This kind of conversation was so exciting, I decided to take the opportunity to push the excitement to the limit.

Thinking so excitedly, I continued, "How could it be losing out? You gave birth to a son, and he gave you a husband in return, isn't that even?" "Even if it's even, then in the future I'll have to give your son another son, wouldn't that be losing out again?" My mother retorted without thinking.

However, after saying that, she seemed to realize that I had led her to discuss such a taboo and outrageous topic as incest, even bringing up incestuous offspring. Feeling embarrassed, she immediately turned her head away, gave a soft "humph," and pretended to ignore me.

I chuckled and could only regretfully stop the conversation.

Grandma happened to come up from downstairs at that moment, smiling broadly at us, and said, "I think I heard you talking about having a son. What, you haven't even had your wedding banquet yet, and you're already discussing having a son? Isn't that a bit too hasty?" I continued to chuckle, speechless. My mother, caught off guard by my grandmother's words, was momentarily speechless. Turning to her grandmother with a blushing face, she said, "Mom, what are you saying? Who's in a hurry to discuss having a son? We're not even close to having a son yet." My grandmother walked over, not arguing, pulled up a chair and sat down. She looked at my mother and me, then said seriously, "I don't care if you've discussed it or not. Seriously, when are you two planning to get married and have your wedding banquet? I really want to hold my grandson soon." "Soon, very soon," I quickly replied. After saying that, I smiled at my mother and saw her give me a slightly embarrassed glare, but she ultimately didn't refute me.

Hearing my answer, my grandmother smiled and nodded, then began to nag about my mother's past, saying that she'd been urging her to find a partner for twenty years, but she'd always dragged her feet. She wondered if her standards were too high, as she seemed to find no one suitable, causing her and her husband endless worry. Now, finally, someone had come along who could tame her, and so on.

Grandma's nagging made my mother's face flush red and then pale. She tried several times to interrupt her, but Grandma ignored her and continued talking. Finally, Grandma finished looking at my mother and talking to her, then went downstairs satisfied. When it was just the two of us, I looked at my mother with a smile, while she pretended to glare at me.

Over the next four or five days, with careful care, my mother quickly recovered and was no longer so weak. Through these days of spending time together, my relationship with my mother deepened considerably. I noticed that my mother was increasingly showing a girlish side in front of me; perhaps this was the magic of love. However, there were also many times when she truly felt like a mother. This seemingly contradictory feeling, I liked very much, even enjoyed.

That morning, after everyone had breakfast together, I saw that the weather was very nice and suggested taking my mother out for a walk. My mother readily agreed.

Then, my mother said she needed to change her clothes and went back upstairs. My grandparents went out for a walk. After a while, she came back downstairs. I glanced at her and my eyes lit up. She had her hair styled in a very mature and elegant way, and she was wearing a sleeveless white cheongsam with blue floral patterns, the hem of which just covered her thighs a few centimeters above her knees. On her feet were a pair of crystal high-heeled sandals. This outfit perfectly accentuated her snow-white neck, her well-proportioned and shapely figure, and her long, slender, fair legs, giving her a classical and elegant beauty.

My mother noticed me staring at her and gave me a confident yet reserved smile, walking towards me gracefully. As she moved, the slit in her cheongsam revealed glimpses of her fair skin, making my eyes widen even more. A surge of excitement coursed through me as I silently thought, "In the near future, Mom's alluring body will be entirely mine." "Silly boy, what are you looking at? Haven't you had enough? Get out of here!" My mother said coquettishly as she walked up to me.

Over the past few days, since we'd both become aware of each other's feelings and opened our hearts, I'd occasionally revealed my true colors, displaying a bit of a lecherous side in front of her. She was used to it and didn't think there was anything wrong with it, so I wasn't afraid of her seeing me looking at her with a slightly lecherous gaze. Of course, if someone else looked at her like that, she'd probably get angry on the spot and immediately label them a pervert.

Hearing my mother, who was also my future wife, speak, I quickly straightened up and accompanied her out the door to the SUV parked on the side of the road.

Suddenly, my mother stopped, covered her mouth with her hand, and burst out laughing. I was startled, then followed her gaze and saw a scene that made me laugh too. It turned out my car hadn't been driven in ages; it'd been parked here by the roadside. Now, a few clumps of wild grass had sprouted from the muddy front tires.

After finally managing to suppress my laughter, my mother asked, "Why is your car covered in grass? How long has it been since you drove it?" I thought for a moment and said, "Well, about a year. Anyway, since you came home from the hospital, I've been with you the whole time, and we haven't gone out at all, so I haven't driven." As I said this, I started to worry a little about whether the car would even start.

Hearing my answer, my mother suddenly looked at me tenderly, then leaned in and gently kissed me on the cheek.

My heart fluttered instantly. I thought to myself, "So this is a good thing about the car being covered in grass! I should have planted some grass in it on purpose."

Afterwards, I opened the car door and checked its condition. The interior and engine were still in excellent condition; it truly lived up to its reputation as an expensive brand-name car – the quality was top-notch.

After checking the car, I drove my mother to a forest park outside the city.

In the park, I whispered sweet nothings to my mother and took pictures of her. She was like a bird released from its cage, leaving countless laughs and joyful sounds along the forest paths. Of course, I also took the opportunity to hug and kiss her three times, each time a blissful experience, the wonderful feeling truly indescribable.

At noon, having had a great time, we returned to the city, found a Western restaurant, and ordered a small private room for lunch.

Initially, we sat on opposite sides of the table. After the waiter brought our food, I got up, went to the door, locked the door from the inside, and then sat down next to my mother.

"Why didn't you sit in that perfectly good spot over there? Why did you squeeze over here? Are you up to something again?" My mother seemed to have guessed my ulterior motives and chuckled as she spoke to me.

I didn't answer her immediately, but instead focused on quickly cutting a piece of steak, then put my left arm around her waist from behind.

"Because I want to feed you. I'm afraid my future wife will go hungry," I said, as I used my fork to pick up a small piece of steak, dipped it in sauce, and brought it to her lips.

My mother struggled symbolically for a moment, seemingly displeased that I was feeding her like a child, but then she obediently opened her mouth and ate the steak I offered, leaning her upper body slightly towards me.

And so, my mother and I, one bite at a time, quickly finished the steak. After finishing the steak, I put down my fork and casually placed one hand on her thigh.

My mother instinctively pressed down on my right hand, which was resting on her thigh, but then released it, closed her eyes slightly, and rested her head gently on mine.

Seeing her acquiescence, I felt a surge of excitement. My hand, which had been on her thigh, began to caress her smooth, supple leg, gradually moving towards her skirt.

Sensing my movement, my mother squeezed her legs together, her body trembling slightly, but she didn't stop me.

Seeing her continued consent, I boldly slipped my right hand inside her skirt, tracing her thigh until my trembling fingers touched the soft area between her legs, encased in thin underwear.

When my fingers touched that alluring spot deep beneath her skirt, my heart roared with excitement, "Oh my god, I've finally put my hand under my own mother's skirt and touched her genitals!" As my fingers touched her vulva, covered by her panties, I felt her body stiffen slightly, but she didn't stop me. Of

course, I wasn't satisfied with just that. At that moment, I felt my blood rushing, and a wave of excitement washed over me.

I quickly glanced at the locked door and the lowered blinds, then pushed the table in front of me to the opposite side with my foot, making room. Then, I pushed my mother down onto the wide leather seat.

As I pinned my mother down, she let out a soft cry, her hands instinctively reaching to her chest as she gently pushed me away. She then gave up resisting, her face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes closed, letting my upper body press against hers. Her breathing, however, became noticeably rapid and heavy, her full breasts, tightly encased in her clothing, heaving.

After pinning her down, I wrapped my left arm around her neck, while my right hand, still inside her skirt, hooked my fingers onto her panties and pulled them down her thighs. Because my mother was lying diagonally on the leather seat, only her upper body could fully rest on it; half of her buttocks and legs were still protruding, supported by her feet. Therefore, I easily pulled her panties down to the back of her knees, which were bent at a ninety-degree angle.

The moment I pulled down my mother's panties, I felt my blood boil even more. I eagerly reached my trembling right hand back under her skirt, my hand landing on her vulva at the end of her beautiful legs.

Because my mother's legs were still tightly closed, my touch only reached her soft, full, inverted triangular mons pubis, my fingers clearly feeling a patch of soft pubic hair.

After rubbing her mons pubis a few times, I closed my fingers and probed downwards along it. Instantly, my fingers touched a slightly moist, smooth slit. Continuing to push along the slit, I felt it getting deeper and wetter until finally, my middle finger was completely inside, my fingertip probing a warm, moist little opening.

"Ah, this is my mother's vulva, her labia, this little opening, that's her vaginal opening. I was born from here!" At that moment, I shouted with incredible excitement and stimulation, feeling my penis become incredibly hard.

The instant my right hand touched her labia and vaginal opening, I clearly felt my mother's body tremble. Her legs clamped tighter, and her hips swayed slightly with unease. Her lips parted slightly, and she let out a soft, trembling moan.

Just as I was about to insert my finger slightly into her vaginal opening, wanting to savor it, my mother suddenly opened her eyes, breathing heavily, and said shyly in a low voice, "Yi, no." Hearing this, I stopped what I was doing with great willpower, even in my excitement. I really wanted to taste her body, especially her genitals, but only if she didn't object or feel uncomfortable. "What's wrong?"

I asked softly, trying to keep my voice calm, suppressing my excitement.

"Not here, okay? I'm scared," my mother said softly.

I kissed her, nodded in agreement, and reluctantly pulled my right hand out from under her skirt, helped her up, and put my arms around her waist.

"Yi, I hope... I hope I can give myself to you on our wedding night, okay?" My mother said shyly, looking at me. It seemed she was worried I would take advantage of her.

I pulled her close, my face pressed against hers, and said with a smile, "Okay, but I need to collect some interest first." "You're so annoying, you pervert!" My mother said coquettishly, relieved.

Then, she stood up, her face flushed, her back to me, and pulled her white panties back down to her lower body. As she pulled them up, her cheongsam skirt also rose to her waist, instantly revealing her round, white buttocks and the glimpse of her tender red labia beneath her buttocks. Of course, her beautiful, white legs were also fully displayed before me.

Seeing this, I almost had a nosebleed from the stimulation. I barely managed to control my excitement and impulse, preventing myself from acting on my urge to rush over, hug her, and immediately thrust my hard, erect penis into her vagina from behind.

My mother turned around after putting on her underwear and adjusting her cheongsam. When she saw my obviously lustful expression, her face flushed even more. She smiled faintly at me, then gracefully walked back to my side and sat down.

I then pulled the table back to its original position and continued eating with my mother. However, as I ate, my mind kept replaying the ecstatic sensation of touching under my mother's skirt, and my penis remained erect for a long time.

Seeing my somewhat dazed appearance, my mother found it both amusing and heartbreaking. After hesitating for a moment, she boldly picked up a fork and fed me her steak, seemingly trying to make amends. She looked very much like a mother coaxing a child to eat. However, I, being a restless child, kept wandering into her thighs as I ate. This time, my mother didn't interrupt my caresses, but whenever my hand slipped under her skirt to tease her genitals, she gently pressed it down.

Finally, under my pleading gaze, my mother surrendered. After finishing the last piece of steak, she blushed and whispered in my ear, "What's the rush? I'll always be yours. I'm just afraid you won't want me." Hearing her words, my heart instantly blossomed. The whole world seemed brighter, and every breath I took felt full of passion and vitality. Then, in my excitement, I returned my mother's kiss with a long, passionate kiss.

A dozen minutes later, my mother and I walked out of the restaurant hand in hand. A faint blush lingered on my mother's face, while I looked radiant with pride.

Afterward, my mother and I went straight home. After dropping my mother off at her doorstep, I mysteriously changed buses and went for a drive. When I returned home, I found a dazzling diamond wedding ring in my pocket.

Chapter Ten: My Mother Finally Married Me

That evening, after dinner, my grandparents watched TV in the living room with my mother.

I said goodbye and went upstairs to my room. After fussing around for a while, I excitedly came back downstairs.

As soon as I entered the living room, I was immediately stared at by all three of them. I was wearing a very formal suit, something I had never done in front of them before.

Under their gaze, I walked straight to my mother and looked at her affectionately. Just as my mother blushed slightly under my gaze, I suddenly did something that surprised them all.

I knelt down on one knee facing my mother, took out a red heart-shaped box containing the diamond ring, presented it to her, and then, with utmost sincerity and excitement, said to her, "Meiqian, will you marry me?"

When my mother heard me call her by her first name for the first time and formally propose, she seemed momentarily stunned, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Daughter, say yes!" my grandmother exclaimed, beaming, while my grandfather also smiled broadly.

This time, my mother finally reacted. She looked at me with loving eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, and then shyly replied, "I say yes." Her ears turned completely red.

Although I knew she would definitely say yes, hearing her agree to marry me in person still filled me with boundless joy: my dream was finally beginning to come true. I excitedly took out the ring, took her hand, and slipped it onto her finger.

After doing this, I stood up, picked my mother up, spun her around a few times, and shouted with joy. My grandparents, seeing this, couldn't stop laughing.

After spinning her around, I gently put my mother down. At this moment, my mother's face was still flushed with embarrassment, seemingly still unable to process what I had just done in front of her parents. However, beneath the blush, the deep happiness on her face was undeniable.

After we stood up straight again, before I could say anything, my grandmother began to comment on us. She said that my suit and my mother's modified cheongsam matched perfectly, making us look like a match made in heaven. My grandfather nodded in agreement with a smile.

My mother seemed embarrassed by my grandmother's comment, so she took my hand and we ran together to the rooftop terrace on the third floor, which made the two elders laugh heartily again.

Once on the rooftop, my mother stood in front of the railing, and I put my arms around her waist from behind. Because I am 1.8 meters tall, although my mother is not short either, she still looked petite and delicate against me.

After embracing my mother, I pulled my right hand out, reached into my pocket, and magically produced a vibrant red rose. I held it to her nose.

My mother took the rose, holding it in one hand and using the other to cover my hand that was resting on her lower abdomen. Then, she tilted her head back slightly, turned to face me, and pressed her red lips to my cheek .

"Do you like it?" I returned her kiss and asked gently.

"Mmm," my mother responded softly, leaning her head closer to mine, our faces touching. For a moment, neither of us spoke, just embracing each other tenderly, bathed in the moonlight.

The next morning, after breakfast, my mother and I went to the marriage registration office with our identification documents to legally establish our marital relationship.

The process went smoothly; the staff carefully checked our identities and quickly processed our paperwork. When I finally received my marriage certificate, I opened it on the spot. Looking at the intimate photo of my mother and me and the names Zheng Yi and He Meiqian written in the couple's information section below, I was filled with excitement, thrill, and happiness.

From that moment on, my biological mother officially became my legal wife.

I examined the brand-new marriage certificate for a while, then turned to look at my mother, who was handing out wedding candies to the staff with a blushing and happy expression. I thought to myself, "Mom, perhaps you'll never know that I'm your biological son, but I will always remember that you are my biological mother, and now, my wife. Whether you are my mother or my wife, I will dedicate my life to loving you and making you truly happy." Thinking this, I felt a sense of maturity, a newfound sense of responsibility.

While I was reflecting, my mother finished handing out the wedding candies. She turned around, saw me looking at her tenderly, and quickly walked to my side, taking my arm. I smiled at her, then led her out of the marriage registration office, and we drove home together.

On the way home, my mother and I discussed the upcoming arrangements—specifically, the wedding arrangements. However, after much discussion, we finally realized that the key issue was timing. Only after confirming the specific wedding date could we start planning everything else.

When we got home, we found my maternal grandparents there. I immediately told them that my mother and I had officially registered our marriage. When I started calling them "Mom and Dad," their faces lit up with immense relief, joy, and happiness; they couldn't stop smiling. Actually, when I started calling them "Mom and Dad," my heart skipped a beat, a strange sense of excitement washing over me.

Then, my grandmother pulled my mother aside and started asking when she could hold her grandchild, making my mother blush and glance at me repeatedly, as if seeking my help. I could only offer her a helpless smile. There was nothing I could do about my grandmother's nagging.

Next, I told my grandfather about the wedding date. After listening, he thought about it carefully and then told me that it would be best to have someone calculate the date to be on the safe side, and not to just decide on a random date. My grandmother, hearing us discussing this, quickly joined in and agreed with my grandfather's point of view. Now that we had a direction, the rest was easy. After asking for my exact birth date, my grandfather immediately went out excitedly, saying he wanted to find a fortune teller to calculate it.

An hour or so later, he returned. He told us that the specific date for the wedding had been chosen: a weekend six months from now.

After the date was set, we started discussing other preparations. After the family discussed it for a while, we finally decided that the wedding would be held in H city. Anyway, I don't have any relatives in G city, and G city isn't really my hometown, so it doesn't matter to me where the banquet is held; the important thing is that my mother's relatives can be taken care of.

Regarding the new house for the wedding, my in-laws initially suggested I decorate it in my current home, but I disagreed. I felt that having the new house in my in-laws' house would make it seem like I was marrying into their family, which wouldn't be appropriate. My plan was to buy a house in H city, preferably a detached villa. Since there were still six months until the wedding, we could renovate it immediately. When I proposed this, my grandparents initially objected, saying it was too wasteful of money. However, after I roughly explained my assets to them, they were surprised for a moment and then had no further objections.

With the major aspects settled, we didn't delve into the remaining details. I took care of everything except sending invitations to the bride's relatives.

During the discussions, my mother mostly remained silent, adopting a hands-off approach.

This attitude filled me with a strange sense of satisfaction and deepened my affection for her.

After discussing the common issues, my mother and I went upstairs to her bedroom to continue discussing our own matters.

Since my mother's supervisor position at the hotel hadn't been revoked, two days ago, after learning of her recovery, the hotel management came to visit and offer their condolences. They also suggested that if her health had fully recovered, the hotel hoped she could return to work as soon as possible. My mother decided to return to work for the time being. She said she had worked there for over ten years and had developed a strong attachment to the hotel, so she didn't want to resign immediately. I respected and understood this.

Although I'm quite wealthy, I don't want to completely confine my mother to my side; as long as she's happy, that's fine.

Actually, besides respecting her wishes, I also had a selfish reason for not objecting to my mother continuing to work at the hotel. I've always found my mother most attractive in her uniform skirt, and I hope to see her like that more often in the future. Of course, even if she didn't do that job anymore, if I suggested she wear something similar, she would probably try her best to accommodate my preference, but then it would lack a certain authentic charm.

Over the next few days, my mother and I went to a villa area in the suburbs to inspect some properties. Finally, we bought a villa near a small lake in a secluded environment and finalized the renovation arrangements.

During these days, my mother was extremely enthusiastic, completely embracing her role as the lady of the house. Especially when discussing renovation details with the renovation company, her focused and dedicated demeanor made me, the husband, feel quite ashamed.

However, since my mother was in charge of the renovation, I didn't feel any sense of loss or discomfort; in fact, I was enjoying it.

Since we had officially established our marital relationship, my usually dignified and reserved mother became much more open with me during these days, treating me entirely as a wife. Hugging and kissing went without saying, but what excited me most was that once in the car, after kissing and groping her, I excitedly told her that I wanted to see her genitals. My mother was extremely embarrassed, but she still granted my wish. At the time, she was wearing a rather casual skirt suit. She reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties, then turned to face me, shyly spreading her legs. She wanted to lift the skirt up to her waist, but I stopped her, only letting her spread her legs as wide as possible, until her alluring thighs stretched the skirt to its limit. I found that peeking at her genitals like this was even more exciting and stimulating.

This was the first time I had seen my mother's genitals, and the feeling from that sight was completely different from the feeling of touching them; it was a unique and stimulating pleasure. Imagine your mother wearing a skirt, spreading her legs, allowing you to see up close her pantyless genitals. How would you feel when you could clearly see the beautiful sights of her fair inner thighs, full mons pubis, dark pubic hair, delicate and shy labia, and the half-open vaginal opening? Anyway, I was so stimulated that my whole body trembled uncontrollably, and my penis instantly became extremely hard.

At that moment, I not only looked, but also reached down and slowly touched the inside of her fair and smooth thighs, slipping my hand inside her skirt. While looking, I teased her labia and clitoris with my fingers. Finally, after teasing her until she couldn't help but gasp and her lower body was wet and slippery, I even put my fingers into her vaginal opening, which was constantly overflowing with clear and sticky love juice, and gently stirred the tender vaginal walls inside her vagina.

While playing with her, I was naturally excited and my blood was boiling, while my mother kept her eyes tightly closed, her face flushed, her head slightly tilted back, and she couldn't help but let out faint moans. Her hands were tightly gripping my arms, I didn't know if she wanted to stop me or pull my hand deeper into her skirt.

At that time, after watching and playing with my mother's genitals for a while, I was so aroused that I wanted to take her right there and then, and I couldn't wait to insert my penis into her vagina or even her uterus, to enjoy the thrill of incestuous intercourse with my own mother.

Fortunately, just as I was about to act, a group of students walked towards my car. Their loud laughter and chatter startled me, forcing me to abandon my next move against my mother. Reluctantly, I pulled my hand out from under her skirt.

After I removed my hand, my mother slumped weakly against the seat, her chest still heaving rapidly, unable to calm down for a long time.

After this interruption, I didn't continue to assault my mother. Instead, I restrained my impulse, started the car, and drove straight home.

When we got home, my mother still felt weak all over and almost couldn't walk steadily. I had to half-support her to keep her upright. After walking a few steps, I noticed a wet patch several fingers wide on the back of my mother's skirt. I immediately guessed that it must have been wet from her vaginal discharge. This discovery stirred my heart again, but I didn't say anything.

I helped my mother upstairs to her bedroom. Luckily, my grandparents weren't home; otherwise, if they had seen my mother in such a disheveled state, my thin-skinned mother would have been mortified.

After this experience, for the rest of the time, until our wedding day, I tried my best to restrain myself, avoiding touching her body excessively, especially her genitals. I was afraid I would lose control and take her body. I had promised her that I would take her body on our wedding night, and I didn't want to break that promise. Moreover, I genuinely hoped that our first sexual intercourse would be on our wedding night. Of course, my obsession with this was, frankly, self-degrading and self-torture; the feeling of seeing and touching something yet deliberately suppressing one's primal urges was truly agonizing. "Why did I set the wedding date so far in the first place? What a mistake!" I often lamented to myself. Fortunately, my mother's appreciative and caring gaze, along with her ever-growing affection for me, provided much comfort and encouragement, and I managed to pull through.

During this time, my mother returned to work at the hotel for a while, even taking a week off to have her wedding photos taken. As for me, while spending time with my mother, I also took the time to gradually put my previous plans into action, and everything went smoothly.

Chapter Eleven: My Grand Wedding with My Mother

After everything was prepared well in advance, the most exciting day, which I had been eagerly anticipating, finally arrived.

Because I had spent a lot of money hiring a well-known wedding planning company to plan and oversee my wedding, and had also entrusted several close friends to help me receive my classmates, friends, and my adoptive parents' old acquaintances, I didn't have to worry about anything else that day, except being the groom.

I got up very early that morning. After being fussed over by a large group of people for half a day, and finally getting ready, seeing that the time had come, I led a long, luxurious motorcade to my maternal grandparents' house amidst the cheers and farewells, filled with immense excitement and trepidation, to pick up my bride, my mother.

The wedding procession went smoothly. When I helped my mother, dressed in a classic, elegant yet subtly sexy white wedding gown, into the car, my heart was overwhelmed by the first wave of happiness of the day.

After picking up the bride, the motorcade returned to my new villa. On the way back, I sent the best man and bridesmaids to the front seats so that my mother and I could enjoy a brief moment of newlywed bliss.

In the back seat, I held my mother close, gazing at her dignified and beautiful bridal face, momentarily stunned. With her meticulous makeup and styling, my mother's face, which originally looked like she was in her thirties, appeared even more delicate, yet within that delicateness lay a captivating mature charm—truly breathtaking.

Seeing me staring at her, my mother's face, radiant with happiness, smiled at me and whispered, "You've been looking for so long, aren't you tired of it?" I hugged her tighter and replied, "Of course I'm tired of it, I could look at it for a lifetime and still not be tired of it. I really wish you were my bride every day." "You're so fickle," my mother said playfully.

Afterwards, whispering sweet nothings, the convoy drove back to the villa. Guided by the emcee, my mother and I completed a series of ceremonies according to custom. Afterwards, we rested for a while, and around five or six in the afternoon, we got back into the car and headed to the five-star hotel where the wedding was being held for the welcoming ceremony and the grand wedding ceremony.

When my mother and I arrived at the hotel, we stood together at the entrance, welcoming our arriving relatives and friends. When welcoming guests, my classmates and friends were fine, but many of my mother's relatives and friends, seeing me, the young and handsome groom for the first time, showered my mother with praise, saying she had a truly remarkable ability to find a husband. This made my mother even more shy and happy, frequently casting sweet, blissful glances at me.

Finally, the arduous yet joyful welcoming process ended, and it was time for the important moment of the final wedding ceremony.

My mother and I waited anxiously and nervously outside the banquet hall for a moment before the wedding march finally began.

As the music started, the doors slowly opened, revealing a long red carpet adorned with countless dazzling crystal chandeliers and roses. At the end of this aisle was a large stage, and on the backdrop hung a huge banner printed with our sweet wedding photos. The words "A Hundred Years of Harmony, Forever United" were prominently displayed on the banner.

"Do you like it?" Before taking my mother's hand and stepping onto the red carpet, I turned and asked her tenderly.

"Yes, I like it. Yi, my heart is pounding," my mother said excitedly.

"Then remember to call me 'husband' louder later," I said with a smile, because she had said she would only call me 'husband' after the wedding.

Hearing this, my mother blushed and pretended not to respond, but then nodded slightly.

Then, my mother and I walked hand in hand onto the red carpet, step by step towards the stage amidst the cheers and gazes of countless relatives and friends on both sides of the aisle. Along the way, confetti cannons were continuously opened by the staff, spraying colorful confetti that fell on our heads, adding even more romance to our journey.

Finally, the red carpet was over, and I gently put my arm around my mother's waist as we stepped onto the stage. When we reached the center of the stage and turned around to see so many relatives and guests staring at us, my heart was instantly filled with boundless excitement and satisfaction. Tell me, who else in this world could walk down the aisle with their own mother in front of so many eyes, and rightfully marry her as I have?

After we stood in our positions, the emcee guided us through the planned wedding ceremony, step by step. When the emcee finally announced, "Next, let's witness the couple's mutual bowing ceremony. Shall we give them a round of applause?" my already excited heart pounded even faster. Once this ceremony was completed, my mother and I, in the traditional sense, would be united. From that moment on, the world, both legally and traditionally, would have to acknowledge my mother and my marital relationship.

Finally, after my grandparents took their seats, the emcee solemnly announced the steps of the ceremony amidst the applause of the guests.

"First bow to Heaven and Earth!" "Second bow to the parents!" "Husband and wife bow to each other!" With the chanting, my mother and I perfectly completed the mutual bowing ceremony. At the moment the ceremony concluded, I looked up at my mother and found that she was looking at me as well. We gazed at each other with deep affection, as if this moment were eternity.

"Alright, the wedding ceremony for the newlyweds has finally come to a successful conclusion. Now, let's give the newlyweds another round of applause, wishing them a lifetime of love and happiness, and many children," the emcee announced at the opportune moment.

After another round of enthusiastic applause subsided, the emcee turned to face us and asked with a smile, "The wedding is now complete. Do you two have anything to say to each other in front of everyone?" Hearing this, I took the microphone from the emcee, faced my mother, and excitedly said loudly, "Wife, I swear, I will spend my whole life loving you and making you happy. If there is a next life, I will definitely find you in the vast sea of people and marry you again. Wife, I love you!" Hearing my heartfelt declaration, my mother was deeply moved; I could see her body tremble slightly.

She took the microphone from me, held it to her chest, opened her mouth, but didn't speak. I didn't know if it was from excitement or shyness, or perhaps both.

Seeing this, I took a step closer to her, stood in front of her, opened my arms, gently hugged her waist, and looked at her face to face, my eyes full of encouragement and expectation.

After I embraced my mother, amidst the applause and cheers of the guests, she blushed and glanced at me, then finally boldly confessed her love for me: "Husband, I love you too. Marrying you is the happiest thing in my life. I hope I can be your wife for all eternity." A thunderous applause erupted from the audience. In that applause, my heart was captivated. My mother's cry of "husband" made my entire soul tremble with excitement. I had waited for over a hundred days and nights to hear her say that, and now, I finally heard it. And with that "husband," it meant that from this day forward, she truly belonged entirely to me. Her heart, her body, everything about her would bear my mark, and no one could take her away from me.

Amidst the long and enthusiastic applause, I embraced my mother for a brief, joyful moment before finally separating.

Afterwards, guided by the emcee, my mother and I went down from the stage to change into our formal attire, preparing to toast our guests and relatives to thank them for their presence and blessings. As we were about to separate and enter the dressing room, a sudden thought struck me. I turned and whispered excitedly in my mother's ear, "Wife, don't wear underwear later, okay?" The moment I finished speaking, I saw my mother's face turn completely red with embarrassment. She turned to look at me, giving me a slight, slightly annoyed glare. However, just when I was utterly disappointed, thinking she wouldn't agree, I saw her shyly and softly give me a soft "Mmm." In that instant, my heart was overwhelmed by intense joy and excited anticipation. It seemed my mother was indeed a very obedient wife; my "sexual" happiness was definitely in store.

A few minutes later, I emerged from the dressing room, wearing a different outfit. Actually, it was still a suit, just a different color.

After I came out, I waited for about two minutes before my mother gracefully emerged from the women's dressing room. She had changed out of her slightly bulky wedding dress and was now wearing a red, sleeveless, high-necked cheongsam. That cheongsam was custom-made for her by a renowned tailor; the cut was perfect, hugging her voluptuous yet shapely figure and perfectly highlighting the curves of her neck, breasts, waist, hips, and legs.

I stared intently at my mother as she walked towards me, my gaze traveling from her tender, expressive face down to her long, shapely legs, which peeked out from under the cheongsam as she moved. My mother wasn't wearing stockings, but even without them, her legs appeared incredibly smooth, white, and alluring, with a captivating sensuality.

Just as I was about to drool, oblivious to my surroundings, my mother finally reached my side. Seeing my lecherous expression, her face beamed with happiness, a blush of shyness and pride spreading across her cheeks.

After we stood side-by-side, I reached out and put my arm around her waist, my hand quickly and lightly brushing against her hips through her clothes. My heart pounded wildly afterward, because I realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. The thought of my mother, completely naked under her cheongsam, accompanying me to toast the guests filled me with an inexplicable surge of excitement, instantly making my penis hard and my blood rush. Luckily, my underwear was quite tight, barely containing my erection and preventing an immediate erection; otherwise, I really wouldn't know how I would have handled such an embarrassing situation.

At this moment, the emcee and photographer, seeing that we were ready, came over. I quickly composed myself, regaining my composure, and temporarily suppressed my wonderful daydreams, preparing to go with my mother to toast the guests in gratitude.

For the next hour, accompanied and guided by the emcee, my mother and I went from table to table toasting the enthusiastic guests. Since I was drinking pure water disguised as liquor, after dozens of tables, I wasn't drunk, but I had drunk a lot of water, making my stomach feel slightly bloated. My mother fared better than me, as she didn't need to finish every glass; most of the time, she just took a small sip.

After toasting, my mother and I had finished our tasks. By then, it was dark, and without waiting for the guests to leave, my mother and I quietly slipped out of the lively banquet hall, planning to immediately drive back to our new villa in the suburbs to enjoy the infinite bliss of our wedding night.

Chapter Twelve: Mother and Son's Ecstasy on Their Wedding Night

After leaving the banquet hall, my mother and I went straight to the hotel parking lot and found the SUV I had parked there. Before driving off, just as my mother stepped into the car and sat down, I took advantage of her inattention and quickly slipped my hand between her legs, inside her cheongsam, and touched her exposed genitals. Instantly, my fingers brushed against her labia, feeling a wetness.

My mother was startled by my sudden action and instinctively let out a soft gasp, but she didn't try to stop me.

After touching her, I suppressed the overwhelming excitement and pulled my hand out from under her cheongsam, smiling at my mother and waving my wet hand in front of her face a few times.

My mother, blushing, said softly and affectionately, "Honey, let's hurry home. Later, I'll let you touch me as much as you want, okay?" Hearing this, my heart trembled, and the flames of desire burned brighter within me.

A moment of passion is priceless, and I didn't want to waste any more time. So, after hearing my mother's alluring offer, I kissed her fiercely, started the car, and sped home.

Soon, we arrived back at the villa. As soon as the car stopped, I got out and ran to the passenger door, opening it for her. The moment

my mother stepped out, I excitedly grabbed her legs and lower back, lifting her into my arms.

Knowing that the moment was about to arrive, my mother's face flushed with nervousness, anticipation, and shyness. Her breathing quickened, and she dared not meet my burning gaze.

I glanced at my mother, who was blushing shyly in my arms, and then, feeling excited and restless, I walked up to the new house on the third floor of the villa. On the way back, neither my mother nor I spoke, because at that moment, there was no need for words; everything was conveyed in the deep affection between our hearts.

The new house was large and festively decorated, especially the large red double happiness characters pasted on the wall above the bed, eye-catching and inspiring. However, my attention wasn't on those things, but on the specially made bed, which was over two meters wide. This bed, now covered with pink sheets, would bear witness to my mother and me's first physical union, and many more in the future.

My mind raced with the exciting imagery of passionate intercourse with my mother in bed, as I quickened my pace towards the bed. Reaching the bedside, I bent down slightly and gently placed my mother on the bed, letting her sit with her legs bent to the left near the edge.

After sitting down, my mother reached out to take off her red high heels, afraid of soiling the sheets. I stopped her, sat close to her on her right, and put my arm around her, saying softly, "Don't take them off. I think your legs are most alluring when you wear high heels. We can wash the sheets later if they get a little dirty." As I spoke, my right hand was already touching her fair, tender thigh, most of which was exposed outside her cheongsam.

My mother obediently stopped taking off her shoes, glanced at me shyly, and then leaned her head back slightly on my shoulder, her eyes half-closed, leaving only a slit, as if waiting to be taken.

At this moment, how could I possibly control my excitement and impulse? I held my mother's soft waist tightly with my left hand, breathing heavily, lowered my head, and kissed her red lips. At the same time, my right hand lifted the hem of her cheongsam and freely caressed her smooth, delicate legs, savoring the taste of her beautiful legs.

My mother responded enthusiastically to my kiss. She loosened her teeth, allowing my tongue to easily enter her mouth and intertwine with hers.

In the midst of our passionate kiss, my right hand, after caressing my mother's smooth, full thighs several times, slowly moved down her inner thighs, slipping inside her cheongsam to her groin. I touched her full mons pubis, soft pubic hair, and the moist labia beneath it, teasing her clitoris and labia with light, gentle touches of my fingertips.

My mother, attacked from both ends, couldn't help but tremble slightly. She gripped the hem of her cheongsam tightly with both hands, her legs clenched together and rubbing slightly, her upper body twisting slightly. She emitted intermittent, weak "woof" sounds, seemingly unable to bear my intrusion.

After teasing my mother for a while, she was utterly limp and panting, while I myself was aroused, my hands trembling slightly, and my penis hardening to the point of a slight ache.

"Mom, I'm about to truly become your man. I'll make you remember forever the feeling of being the first to be possessed by me!" I roared excitedly in my heart, pulling my right hand out from inside my mother's cheongsam. While continuing to kiss her passionately, I used both hands to tear off my own clothes. In no time, I was naked.

After taking off my clothes, I knelt on the bed, hugged my mother's upper body, and slowly laid her down on the bed, straightening her legs so that her body was in a supine position.

After my mother lay down, I lay diagonally on her right side, my upper body pressing against her right breast, my right leg between her legs, rubbing against her beautiful legs, while my left hand continued to support her back, which was pressed down by her, and my right hand began to unbutton her blouse. In a few moments, all the buttons under her collar were undone, and her pair of full breasts, tightly wrapped in a pink bra, were immediately presented before my eyes.

Without hesitation, I ripped open the front of her dress, then hooked her bra and pulled it down, freeing her breasts from their confinement.

After doing this, I paused my passionate kiss with my mother, looking up at the fruits of my labor.

When my eyes fell upon her full, firm, snow-white breasts, my passion surged even more intensely. Without hesitation, I grasped her left breast with my trembling right hand and kissed it. Instantly, my mouth and hand felt a soft, smooth, and elastic sensation.

When I unbuttoned my mother's blouse earlier, her breathing had already become more rapid. Now, as I caressed and sucked on her breasts, her chest heaved even more violently, and she couldn't help but let out soft moans from her slightly open mouth. Her hands, which had been gripping the sheets, curled up and rested on my shoulders, seemingly trying to push me away instinctively, but ultimately she didn't, only gripping my shoulders tightly.

While using my hands and mouth, my right leg wasn't idle either, rubbing and entwining between my mother's legs, feeling the smoothness and delicacy of her thighs.

After rubbing for a while, I simply pulled my hand away and pulled her cheongsam up to her thighs. After casually touching her already wet and soft vulva, I returned my hand to her breasts and continued to caress them, while pressing my right thigh against my mother's thighs, gently rubbing her vulva.

My mother's body trembled slightly as my thigh rubbed against her vulva, and she couldn't help but bend her legs, tightly clamping my thigh between them, her high heels stepping on the sheets.

As I teased her from both above and below, her moans grew more rapid, her chest heaved more violently, and her body began to writhe.

After a while of teasing and savoring, the lust within me burned fiercely to its peak, and the desire to immediately unite with my mother filled my mind.

"I want to have Mom, I want to insert my penis into her body, to make her my woman completely," I roared in my heart.

Then, I released my mother's breasts, pulled my left hand out from behind her back, propped myself up with both hands, and then pulled my right leg out from between her legs, kneeling again on her right side.

My mother sensed that I had stopped teasing her breasts and genitals, and slightly opened her eyes to look at me.

When her gaze fell upon my thick, erect penis, which stood menacingly before her, I noticed a flicker of tension immediately appear on her previously shy face. Her hands, which had slid to her sides, gripped the sheets tightly, as if she were frightened by my weapon—the very weapon that would soon penetrate her vagina and take her virginity.

Seeing my mother's expression, a mixture of pride, excitement, and pity welled up within me, and at the same time, a thought flashed through my mind.

I grasped my mother's right hand, guiding it to my penis, wanting her to feel its hardness and size before I penetrated her.

When her soft hand touched my penis, we both trembled slightly. After truly feeling the hardness of my penis, my mother, somewhat flustered and shy, turned her head slightly to the left, unable to look at me any longer.

I only meant to do it casually; I didn't intend for my mother to use her hand to stimulate my penis. It was already hard enough; any more and it would probably explode.

I chuckled smugly, then turned and used my right hand to grab my mother's knees, lifting them high. I then used my knees to move my body, kneeling down to her genitals. Next, I spread her legs apart on either side of my waist and pushed her cheongsam, which was already pulled up to her thighs, up further to her abdomen, completely exposing her genitals and buttocks.

After adjusting my mother's cheongsam, I looked down and saw that the head of my penis was only a few centimeters from the entrance of her tender, moist vagina. With just a slight thrust, I could penetrate her vagina. The excitement and stimulation I felt were indescribable.

If I could still hold back at this point, I wouldn't be a man. Of course, I was a genuine man, and a man who was incredibly aroused. So, my next step was to grasp my penis with my slightly trembling right hand, push my lower body forward a little more, raise my penis, and let the glans rest between my mother's labia. Then I released my hand and gently moved my lower body, letting the glans slide upwards along the vulva until it passed the clitoris above the vulva and touched the pubic hair below her full mons pubis before pulling back. I repeated this movement several times, the glans and shaft of my penis rubbing back and forth tightly against my mother's tender labia, giving my penis a taste of an appetizer before enjoying the main course, while also arousing my mother's sexual desire to its peak.

"I never thought that just letting my penis rub against and touch my mother's vulva from the outside would be so pleasurable and stimulating. How stimulating and pleasurable it will be when I actually insert my penis into her vagina!" I thought to myself, trembling with excitement.

"Husband..." My mother let out a hurried, soft cry, seemingly unable to bear my "torture" any longer.

Her cry immediately made me abandon the idea of continuing to savor a few more bites of "side dishes."

I again used my right hand to hold my penis, aligning the glans with my mother's vaginal opening. When the glans finally touched the tender flesh of her vaginal opening and slightly sank in, I suddenly couldn't help but tremble, and my mother's body seemed to stiffen for a moment as well.

"My penis is finally in contact with Mom's vagina. Mom, I'm coming!" I couldn't help but roar excitedly in my heart again.

Then, I released my right hand and used both hands to hold one of my mother's legs, spreading them as wide as possible to facilitate the full insertion of my penis. After preparing, I excitedly shouted to my mother, "Meiqian, I'm going in!" As soon as I finished shouting, I lowered my head, staring intently at my genitals, and thrust my penis forward.

Instantly, I saw the head of my penis force its way into my mother's narrow vaginal opening, squeezing inside and stretching the tender flesh around the opening as if it were about to burst. After the head of my penis entered, the entire length of my shaft was gradually swallowed by her vaginal opening.

During the insertion, I not only witnessed the entire process of my penis and my mother's vagina uniting and intercourse, but I also felt with crystal clarity and intensity the sensation of my penis being tightly enveloped and held by the warm, moist walls of my mother's vagina. A powerful, tingling, and pleasurable sensation quickly arose from my penis and swept through my entire body, making my very soul tremble and become intoxicated.

When my entire penis was finally submerged inside my mother's vagina, at that moment, while being overwhelmed by boundless pleasure, my heart was also deeply stimulated by a strange feeling—the feeling of breaking the taboo of incest.

At this moment, the woman whose vagina and penis were tightly intertwined was not only my wife, but also my biological mother.

As my biological mother, according to normal ethics, her body should not be violated by me. If there is anyone in the world who should least have inappropriate thoughts about her body and should least touch her chastity, it is undoubtedly me. But now, the most inappropriate things have happened. Not only have I had inappropriate thoughts about her body, but I have also inserted my penis into her vagina, engaging in incestuous intercourse with her.

Moreover, besides this time, there will be many more incestuous encounters between us in the future; she may even bear my children, because she is also my legal wife.

In short, at this moment, the dual incestuous feeling of identity and body is intensely stimulating my soul; the incestuous factors in my blood are all activated, making me more passionate and sexually aroused. So, after my penis had its first intimate contact with my mother, I excitedly thrust my hips, pumping my penis in and out of her vagina, fully enjoying the wonderful sensation of intercourse with my own mother.

As I thrust, I looked up at my mother's blushing face and saw that she had her eyes closed, biting her lower lip tightly, her brows sometimes relaxed and sometimes furrowed, struggling to endure the intense pleasure of intercourse, seemingly too embarrassed to make a sound. Her breasts, those two snow-white, full breasts, swayed back and forth with each thrust.

Seeing this, a strong desire to conquer surged within me. So, I slightly increased the speed of my thrusting. Instantly, my thick penis caused her genitals to overflow with lustful fluid, and the walls of her vagina contracted rhythmically from the friction of intercourse.

After a few minutes of this thrusting, as I plunged my penis deep into her vagina again, the head hitting her cervix, she finally lost all restraint and cried out, "Ah!"

Hearing this, I felt a surge of satisfaction and conquest. Maintaining my thrusting motion, I leaned down and embraced her. After I embraced her, her hands, which had been gripping the sheets tightly, lifted and gripped my back tightly, her nails digging into my flesh.

Ignoring the slight pain from her nails digging into my back, I buried my face in her chest, biting and sucking her full breasts. At the same time, I grabbed one side of her shirt with each hand and pulled it down to her shoulders, removing her bra and exposing her breasts and back. After pulling her clothes down to this point, I couldn't pull them any further. Her cheongsam was supposed to be pulled off from the bottom up, but I was forcing it down, and it got stuck in the narrower, tighter part below her chest. However, that was exactly the effect I wanted; I felt that having her half-exposed upper body created a unique and alluring charm.

Since the clothes were only pulled down to her elbows, my mother's arms were bound tightly to her sides, unable to move, only her forearms could bend slightly. This made it easier for me to do whatever I wanted with her, and it further fueled my urge to violate her.

After removing her clothes, I immediately launched a new round of fierce assault on my mother. I kneaded and caressed her exposed breasts with both hands, taking her tender pink nipples into my mouth, gently biting and licking them. Meanwhile, my lower body increased the frequency and force of my thrusts, rotating my penis to stir within her delicate flower, forcefully scraping and piercing the walls of her vagina, causing her vaginal walls and the tender flesh of her vaginal opening to contract repeatedly, tightly gripping my penis.

In this intense intercourse, my mother's seemingly deep-rooted reserve and restraint were repeatedly broken by the near-limitless pleasure of my thrusts. Despite her deliberate attempts to suppress her shame, she couldn't help but let out sharp moans from time to time. Her moans were very different from ordinary lewd cries; each time, she cried out in a scream when I had brought her to the peak of pleasure, when she could no longer control herself. Each cry was high-pitched and short, filled with a deep, ecstatic tremor. Such moans, a blend of subtlety and passion, were incredibly arousing, fueling my intense desire to possess her.

Thus, under the extreme stimulation of incestuous desires, I listened to my mother's intoxicating moans and screams, passionately kissing her pretty face, red lips, pink neck, and soft breasts, kneading her jade-like breasts and pert buttocks, caressing her smooth back and beautiful legs, and thrusting into her tender, tight vagina. I poured my youthful, vigorous energy onto her body, leaving traces of my possession on every inch of her skin and inside her body. With the body she had given me more than twenty years ago, I brought her to the peak of desire time and time again, letting her experience the ultimate pleasure of sexual intercourse, completely conquering her heart and body simultaneously.

In the midst of boundless passion, I lost track of time, how many times my penis had entered and exited my mother, and how many times I had brought her to orgasm. Finally, I felt the signs of ejaculation.

Sensing I was about to ejaculate, I immediately released my embrace from my mother, sat up straight, and grabbed her alluring legs that were wrapped around my waist, spreading them as wide as possible and pressing them towards her chest to make her genitals more prominent and exposed, allowing my penis to penetrate deeper.

I continued thrusting vigorously for several dozen times, then felt a strong, tingling sensation as my penis penetrated deep inside my mother's vagina. I knew my ejaculation was imminent. Realizing this, I leaned my upper body forward slightly and pulled my lower body back. Just as I felt my penis was about to be completely withdrawn, I suddenly exerted force, plunging it forcefully into the deepest part of my mother's vagina. With this thrust, the head of my penis directly hit my mother's cervix, forcefully opening it and penetrating her tender, tightly contracted uterus.

After my penis head entered my mother's uterus, I felt my penis spasm uncontrollably a few times. Then, I felt my ejaculation gate open instantly, and a large gush of thick semen, which had been stored for a long time, gushed out from my penis head, pouring into my mother's uterus. At the moment my semen spurted out, my mother was stimulated and couldn't help but open her mouth and let out a high-pitched, trembling moan, "Ah!" Her body spasmed a few times, and she reached another orgasm.

"Mom, I'm planting my seed in your uterus now. I want you to get pregnant with my child and bear me children," I shouted excitedly in my heart as I ejaculated pleasurably into my mother's uterus.

If inserting my penis into my biological mother's vagina and having incestuous intercourse with her was an incredibly exciting achievement, then ejaculating my semen directly into my biological mother's uterus, causing her to become pregnant and eventually give birth to my child, was an even more exciting and higher achievement. There may be many people in the world who commit incest with their own mothers, but those who can make their own mothers willingly become pregnant and give birth to their children are probably very few. And I am one of those rare few. I believe that even if this ejaculation doesn't make my mother pregnant, I will make her pregnant next time or the time after that. From the day she gave birth to me, it was destined that she would not only be my mother but also the mother of my child. This is the karmic bond between us in this life.

Many seconds later, my violent and continuous ejaculation finally ended. I don't know exactly how much semen I ejaculated inside my mother, but I'm sure that her delicate uterus was now completely filled with my semen.

After ejaculating, I didn't rush to withdraw my penis but left it inside my mother's vagina. I lay on my mother's chest, reached behind her, and hugged her tightly, my chest pressing against her full breasts. I buried my head in the left side of her head, my face against hers, inhaling her fragrance, listening to her soft moans, and feeling the rise and fall of her chest. I didn't want to move. My mother, seemingly still reeling from her final climax, quietly let me lie on top of her, without making a sound or saying a word.

Several minutes passed quietly like this until I felt her body shift slightly. Then, I heard her soft, weak call, "Husband..." Hearing her call, I quickly propped myself up on my elbows, lifted my head, and looked at my mother's face. My mother had opened her eyes and was gazing at me with a shy, satisfied, and tender expression. The tenderness in her eyes almost melted my heart.

"Wife, how did it feel? Now you know how amazing your husband is, right? Hehe..." I said to her with a smile.

Hearing this, the shyness on my mother's face deepened. She pursed her lips cutely and gave a soft "Mmm" in response.

"Wife, is today your fertile window? I really hope you'll get pregnant with my child soon," I said eagerly after kissing her.

My mother glanced at me, thought seriously for a moment, and then said in a soft, shy voice, "Husband, today is the third day of my fertile window. Maybe, maybe I'm pregnant." Hearing this, a surge of joy and excitement welled up inside me. The perfect result seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Then, I continued to hold my mother and cuddled with her for a while before withdrawing my now-soft penis, crawling away from her body, and taking a tissue to wipe our genitals. As I wiped my mother's genitals, I saw that her vulva was wet and muddy, and my milky white semen was slowly flowing from her vagina, which had been stretched open by my penis and had not yet closed back to its original shape. The sheet under her buttocks was also soaked. Seeing this, my penis became erect again, and I almost impulsively wanted to spread her legs and thrust it back into her vagina. However, seeing my mother's exhausted and still weak state, I worried that having sex with her again might harm her body, so I suppressed the urge.

Afterward, I helped my mother up, removed her cheongsam, and carried her to the bathroom for a bath together. While bathing, I took the opportunity to touch her, especially her full breasts and her soft labia, which became my primary focus. After our intercourse, my mother seemed more open to me. Although she occasionally protested with shyness and coquettishness, she didn't make any physical attempts to stop me. As a result, her coy resistance only aroused my interest, and I used both my hands and mouth to savor the wonderful sensations of her body in the water.

Unfortunately, while my mouth and hands were satisfied, my penis suffered. My mother said her vaginal opening was slightly chafed. Although she repeatedly assured me she could handle it, seeing how much I wanted it, I couldn't bear to be so heartless towards my wife and mother, so I had to continue to endure it. Seeing my tenderness, the happiness in my mother's beautiful eyes deepened, and she became even more caring and accommodating towards me.

After showering, my mother and I changed clothes and went to a luxurious karaoke bar in the city to continue entertaining a group of classmates and friends who had come from afar. We didn't finish until after midnight. Back at the villa, we were both exhausted. We lay down on the bed, cuddled, and whispered sweet nothings before falling asleep.

Chapter Thirteen: A Real-Life Uniform Temptation

The day after the wedding, my mother and I went to my grandparents' house early in the morning to pay our respects.

My maternal grandparents were overjoyed to see my mother and me return. My grandmother, holding my mother's hand, eagerly asked again about the old question: when could she hold her grandson? This time, my mother didn't dodge the question like before, but gave my grandmother a direct answer: maybe next year. My grandmother was very pleased with my mother's answer. Then, my grandmother led my mother back to her room, and I don't know what she said to my mother, but when my mother came out again, her face still had a blush. This situation piqued my curiosity. After

spending the day at my grandparents' house, in the evening, after having dinner together, my mother and I said goodbye to the two elders and returned to the villa. After all, from now on, that would be our home.

On the way home, I finally asked the question that had been on my mind all day: what had my mother and grandmother done after going inside, and why did they look so strange when they came out? My mother gave me a slightly embarrassed and annoyed glare, but still told me what had happened. My mother said that after she and my grandmother entered the house, my grandmother gave her a long lecture about how to get pregnant quickly and what to pay attention to during sex. I chuckled inwardly, finally understanding. My mother has always been reserved and shy; it's no wonder she blushed after hearing what my grandmother said. After that chuckle, I made up my mind that I would continue to "sow the seed" on my mother's body to ensure she conceived my child as soon as possible. Now, of my major goals, I've already won my mother's heart and body; only getting her to bear my child remains. If I achieve that, my journey to win her heart will be complete.

In the following days, I handled a series of final matters, such as settling accounts with the hotel and wedding company, arranging sightseeing and farewells for classmates and friends who had traveled from afar. During these past few days, because my mother's vaginal abrasion hadn't fully healed, I refrained from having sexual intercourse with her, only satisfying my oral and manual desires. I originally wanted my mother to perform oral sex on me, but unfortunately, she's quite traditional and resisted at first, so I didn't force her and decided to let her gradually adapt and accept it later.

After everything was finally finished, I prepared to go on our honeymoon with my mother. Since my mother had only taken her wedding leave, and now that the wedding was over, her leave was almost up. So, she went to the hotel to ask for an extra month's leave. Unfortunately, this time her request wasn't approved. The hotel said that while wedding leave was permitted under certain regulations, requesting such a long leave for a honeymoon was impossible.

The hotel's response left my mother very disappointed. Knowing this, I told her that since we didn't need to work to earn a living, and the hotel wouldn't grant her leave, she should just quit. If she wanted to find another job later, she could always find another one. My mother reluctantly agreed.

I could see a hint of sadness flash across her face when she agreed.

Seeing her like this, a thought struck me, and I said to her that if she really still felt reluctant to leave the job she had held for so many years, then she could simply work a few more days before resigning, as a final farewell. After all, there was no rush for these few days on the honeymoon. Seeing my sincerity, my mother agreed to my suggestion, and her face gradually relaxed.

That night, I finally broke the taboo again, because my mother's vaginal abrasions had healed. We lingered on the bed for a long time. This time, I deliberately made my movements much gentler, afraid of hurting her like last time.

During this intercourse, my mother began to actively respond to my movements. Although she still seemed a little inexperienced, this change was enough to excite me even more.

The next morning, after my mother got up, I drove her to a hotel to formally submit her resignation. However, she wrote the date of her formal resignation as the next day. The hotel approved her resignation after only a brief attempt to retain her, and arranged for her to work her last shift, the 10 pm shift.

After finalizing everything, we went home first. Around noon, I told my mother I had to go out for a bit and left alone. I went straight to the hotel where my mother worked and booked a VIP room.

Why did I do this? I wanted to surprise her, to personally accompany her on her last day of work, and incidentally, to find an opportunity to have sex with her in the hotel. Actually, before I was still staying in hotels and hadn't won her over, I'd had the thought of dragging her into a room while she was at work and taking advantage of her, to experience a real-life version of uniform fetish. Of course, back then, it was just pure fantasy, with no possibility of it happening. But now it's different; she's my wife. If I insisted on finding an opportunity to have sex with her in the room, she probably wouldn't refuse.

After preparing, I went home and obediently stayed with my mother, taking her shopping in the afternoon.

As I waited, evening finally arrived. Around 9 PM, I drove my mother to the hotel. Throughout the journey, watching my mother, now dressed in a hotel supervisor's business suit and sitting elegantly with her legs bent in the passenger seat beside me, I secretly swallowed hard. I couldn't resist reaching out and touching her alluring thighs clad in thin, flesh-colored stockings. If we weren't driving, I might have even tried to slip my hand under her skirt and play with her. My mother didn't stop me from my harassment, only occasionally playfully calling me a pervert and reminding me to watch where I was going.

After dropping my mother off at the hotel, I turned the car around and drove into the hotel parking lot as fast as I could, then sprinted up the stairs. I already knew that my mother and her colleagues had to register at the front desk every time they changed shifts, which took a little time. I wanted to get back to my room before she went upstairs; otherwise, it would be much less fun if she saw me first. And why didn't I take the elevator? Because the elevator exit was right next to the reception desk, and if I took the elevator, the supervisor and staff on duty would see me. But if I took the stairs, the exit was in another corner, so they wouldn't be able to see me directly from the reception desk. When I got married, she invited almost all her colleagues from the VIP area, and I was afraid they would recognize me and tell my mother.

My sprint was timely; when I got to the VIP area, my mother hadn't come up yet. After exiting the stairs, I glanced around and, seeing no staff nearby, quickly went to my room, opened the door, and went inside.

Once inside, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. The first step of my plan had been successfully implemented. Next,

I just had to wait for the right opportunity. Seeing that it was still early, and guests were frequently coming and going in the VIP area, I didn't take any action. I took a shower and then lay in bed watching TV. Anyway, I had all night to wait for the right moment, and I didn't need to worry about my mother discovering I had already checked into a room when she took over her shift. I knew they had a guest list at the front desk, transmitted from the main office via computer, but it only showed the guests' surnames and genders, just for the staff to address them; there wasn't any other detailed information, so I didn't need to worry about that.

I watched TV absentmindedly for an hour or so. Seeing that it was almost time, I opened the door and peeked out. I found my mother at the service counter with two waiters. Then I realized I'd overlooked something. When I made my plan, I hadn't considered that when you ring the service bell, the supervisor usually comes with a waiter. If that was the case, my surprise for my mother would likely fall through. After all, I couldn't do anything in front of the waiters.

Realizing this problem, I racked my brains for a while, but couldn't come up with a good solution. Finally, I decided to wait until the waiters were away before ringing the bell again. As it turned out, I waited for three or four hours. During that time, I would occasionally peek out to carefully observe the situation at the service counter, but each time I was disappointed.

Just when I was getting increasingly anxious, I finally got a perfect opportunity. I opened the door again to check, and this time, I found only my mother at the service counter; the waiters were nowhere to be seen. This discovery filled me with joy and excitement.

Time was of the essence, so I quickly pressed the service bell. After ringing, I cautiously peeked out again and saw my mother emerge from the front desk, her two slender, white legs swaying beneath her skirt as she gracefully walked towards my room. I quickly pulled back, closed the door, and, naked and excited, hid behind it, ready to launch a surprise attack.

I waited a short while before hearing a knock at the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw that it was indeed only my mother standing at the door. My heart pounded, and I stood still in the doorway. After taking a deep breath, I suddenly twisted the doorknob, abruptly pulling the door open halfway, and peeked out from behind it, smiling at my mother.

My mother was stunned, not expecting me to be in the room.

Just as she was stunned, I suddenly stepped out from behind the door, opened it completely, and stood in front of her.

When my mother saw me standing naked, her face immediately showed a look of utter astonishment, and she almost screamed, but thankfully she covered her mouth with her hands in time.

After I stepped forward, without waiting for my mother to react, I took a step forward, walked to the door, quickly reached out and hooked my arm around her waist, pulled her inside, then kicked the door shut behind me, and pulled her tightly into my arms.

My series of actions were very fast and swift. After I closed the door again and held her waist tightly, my mother finally came to her senses a little, but the surprise and confusion on her face were even more pronounced.

"Husband, what are you doing here? What's wrong?" My mother asked me, her words a little incoherent, in my arms.

I rubbed her buttocks with my hand, kissed her hard, and said to her excitedly, "I came to keep you company on duty, and also to cheer you up." "When did you get here? How come I didn't know?" my mother asked, still full of doubt.

"I booked a room today and ran in before you came upstairs. Pretty exciting, huh?" "Exciting, my foot! I was terrified! Standing naked at the door, I thought I'd run into a pervert!" My mother scolded, a little embarrassed and annoyed.

I chuckled and said to her, "I came here specifically to be a pervert, and I'll show you right now." With that, I bent down and picked her up in my arms.

In my embrace, my mother lightly punched my chest a few times with her fists, saying anxiously, "Stop it, honey! I'm at work. It'll be bad if my colleagues find out." I walked to the bed, pushed her onto it, and said to her excitedly, "Wife, I really can't hold back anymore. Besides, there's no one else outside. Nobody will know you're here. I'll be quick, please have pity on me." Seeing my excited and eager appearance, my mother hesitated for a moment.

Seeing that she seemed to be softening a bit, I pressed my advantage, saying, "Honey, I've been waiting for you for four or five hours for this opportunity. I feel like I'm about to explode! Please save me!" As I spoke, my right hand had already touched her smooth thigh, which was half-exposed off the edge of the bed. After a few quick touches, I slipped it inside her skirt.

My mother instinctively squeezed her legs together, her breathing became rapid, and a flush of embarrassment rose on her face.

Faced with my fervent pleas and the advances of my hand, she hesitated for a few seconds before finally surrendering, saying urgently, "You big pervert, stop touching me! I promise you! The waiters went downstairs to get things, they'll be back in a few minutes, so hurry up!" Hearing her agreement, I cheered, kissed her several more times, and then tried to pull off her skirt.

Sensing my movement, my mother hurriedly grabbed my hand, saying, "Honey, don't mess up my clothes and hair, I need to go out later." Hearing this, I quickly changed my strategy. I climbed off her, stood on the carpet beside the bed, then half-squatted down, picked up her legs, and hoisted them together onto my right shoulder. Then, I held her buttocks and gently pulled her towards the edge of the bed, leaving her buttocks dangling off the edge, with only her back lying on the bed.

After adjusting her position, I unbuttoned the back of her skirt, pulled down the zipper, and carefully pushed the skirt up to her waist. Then, I hooked my fingers around the waistband of her pantyhose and underwear, pulling them up her thighs with a little force until they were pulled up to her knees.

At this moment, her genitals were finally exposed. I lowered my head slightly and saw her snow-white, round buttocks and her genitals, which were mostly exposed and held between her legs.

Seeing this, my blood boiled even more. I knew time was of the essence, so there was no time for foreplay. After adjusting my height by squatting with my legs spread, I shifted my weight forward slightly, using my shoulder to press her legs further towards her chest, exposing her labia and vaginal opening more. Then, I guided my hard penis to her vaginal opening and inserted it.

Because there was little foreplay and time was so short, my mother's vaginal opening wasn't very lubricated. I was worried that inserting my penis directly would hurt her vagina, so after the glans touched her vaginal opening, I gently rotated my penis, letting the glans sweep across her vaginal opening and labia.

This teasing action was very effective. After sweeping the glans dozens of times, a few drops of clear, slippery love fluid flowed from my mother's vaginal opening, quickly wetting both her vaginal opening and my glans.

As I teased her labia and vaginal opening with the head of my penis, her body tensed and softened with stimulation. Her legs, which I had hoisted onto my shoulders, twitched slightly, while her hands gripped the sheets tightly.

Seeing that the teasing had gone on long enough, I stopped rotating my penis, aligned the head with her vaginal opening, and with a slight thrust, pushed the entire head of my penis inside her.

Then, I released my grip on my penis, held her thighs tightly with both hands, and suddenly thrust again. Instantly, my penis slid down her vaginal opening and into her already lubricated, tight vagina, successfully completing our first intercourse.

"Ah!" The moment my penis was fully inside her vagina, I couldn't help but shout with pleasure.

My mother seemed quite stimulated by the insertion as well; her breathing became more rapid, but she managed to hold back her cries.

After successfully inserting my penis into my mother's body, I first thrust in and out slowly a few times. Once I was sure her vagina was sufficiently lubricated, I suddenly increased the speed of my thrusting. For a moment, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room continuously. My thick, long penis tirelessly moved in and out of my mother's tender vagina, ravaging her delicate flower.

My mother couldn't help but let out short moans from my rapid thrusting, which made my blood boil and my penis even harder.

Because I was in a hurry, I maintained this high-frequency thrusting from the beginning. As a result, in less than three minutes, I began to feel the signs of ejaculation.

At this crucial moment, suddenly, the sound of a walkie-talkie came from my mother's pocket, almost startling me in my passion.

"Manager, manager, Xiaolan and I have brought the things back. Where are you now?" It turned out that a waiter from the VIP service desk had returned and, not finding my mother, was calling her on the walkie-talkie.

The sudden sound startled my mother, who was lost in her ecstasy. She gave me a frantic wink. Understanding, I quickly slowed the frequency and intensity of my thrusts, and the "slap slap" of our bodies colliding ceased.

My mother released her right hand from the bedsheet, reached into the right pocket of her blazer, and pulled out a small walkie-talkie. After putting it to her lips, she gave me another wink. As I slowed my thrusts even further, she took a deep breath, trying to control her excitement, then pressed the talk button and spoke into the walkie-talkie in a forcedly calm voice, "I'm currently in the guest room helping the guests find something. I'll be back shortly. Please sort and put the items away." After saying this, my mother released the talk button and began to breathe heavily, as if maintaining composure while enduring the stimulation was truly difficult.

Seeing that she had finished speaking, I was about to increase the frequency of my thrusts when a voice came through the walkie-talkie again: "Foreman, how are those things classified?" Hearing the question again, my mother had to force herself to remain calm and answer. As

I listened to my mother speak, a wicked thought suddenly flashed through my mind, making me tremble with excitement.

Since I had thought of it, I might as well do it. While my mother was still speaking, I suddenly increased the frequency and force of my thrusts even more than before, launching a fierce and sudden attack on my mother's tender vagina.

"Ah!" My mother screamed, stimulated by the intense pleasure caused by my sudden attack. After screaming, she realized that she was still on the phone with the employees, and they must have heard her scream. Instantly, her face turned tense and flustered, and she glared at me with shame and anger.

"Foreman, what's wrong? What happened?" an urgent voice immediately came through the walkie-talkie.

"I twisted my ankle by accident, but I'm fine now. You guys go ahead with your work. I'll tell you the rest when I get back. That's all for now." The mother had to suppress her growing agitation and pretend to be calm as she answered the question from the other end. But this time, she was really putting on an act. As she spoke, her eyes were tightly closed, her brows were furrowed, her head was tilted back slightly, and the veins on her neck were taut.

Just then, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. With a powerful thrust, I pushed the head of my penis deep into my mother's uterus, and my semen gushed out, instantly filling her entire uterus.

"Ah!" My mother, who had already tossed the walkie-talkie onto the bed, was stimulated by my ejaculation and let out a moan even louder than before. Her body convulsed slightly, and the walls of her vagina contracted sharply, instantly reaching orgasm.

After ejaculating, I maintained the half-squatting position with my penis fully inserted into my mother's vagina, gently stroking her legs and inhaling the scent of her stockings.

"Husband, I should go back now," my mother called out weakly a minute later.

Hearing this, I looked up at my mother and saw her looking at me with a face full of embarrassment and anxiety.

I sighed regretfully, nodded, and slowly withdrew my still-erect penis from her vagina.

After my penis was withdrawn, a stream of milky white semen flowed from my mother's vagina, slipped into her buttocks, and dripped onto the carpet below. It seemed I had ejaculated quite a lot of semen inside her uterus.

Seeing the semen flowing out and dripping, I couldn't resist reaching down and gently pinching my mother's wet, tender labia with my fingers, feeling the sticky mixture of semen and vaginal fluid.

"Husband..." My mother, seeing me still teasing and watching her genitals, called out shyly and anxiously.

I chuckled sheepishly at my mother, then quickly removed her legs from my shoulders and bent down to help her stand up.

After standing, my mother noticed the semen still flowing from her vagina, and seeing the small puddle of semen on the carpet beside her, she blushed and called me a "big pervert." And I, I accepted it calmly. Heh, what more could a wolf ask for!

Afterwards, my mother hurriedly used the towel I handed her to wipe her genitals, put her underwear, pantyhose, and skirt back on, and went back to the bathroom. She then checked her clothes and hairstyle in the mirror again, making sure nothing seemed amiss, before quickly leaving the room.

After my mother left, I took another shower, then lay back in bed, savoring the stimulating sensation for a while before falling into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I was woken up by my phone ringing. I picked it up and saw it was my mother calling.

After I answered, she said, "Honey, I'm off work now, in the underground parking lot, right next to our car. Come down quickly, don't sleep anymore." I yawned and said, "Honey, I just woke up, haven't washed my face or brushed my teeth yet. Why don't you come up and sit for a bit, then we can go down together?" "No, I'll wait for you here, hurry up," my mother replied.

I had no choice but to agree and quickly got up.

A few minutes later, I went straight to the parking lot without even checking out. As soon as I entered, I saw my mother standing gracefully by the SUV door, looking this way. I quickly walked towards her.

"Honey, have you finished your resignation procedures?" As I got closer, my eyes couldn't help but sweep over her long, slender, fair legs encased in her skirt, and I asked.

My mother responded with a soft "Mmm."

I looked up at her and noticed a hint of sadness and melancholy on her face. A pang of heartache shot through me, and I quickly went to her side and gently hugged her.

"Honey, are you a little reluctant to leave? If you really don't want to leave this place, then I'll just buy it all in the future," I said softly.

My mother shook her head and said, "No, honey, I'm just a little nostalgic for some of the little things from the past. I'll get used to it." I nodded, kissed her, and said, "The past is the past. Just think about the future. Next, we should go on our honeymoon. I hope it will make you happy again." Hearing the word "honeymoon," a light flashed in my mother's eyes, and the sadness and melancholy on her face faded considerably.

"Honey, let's go home," she said tenderly.

"Okay, let's go home now," I nodded in agreement.

Afterward, my mother and I drove away from the hotel and went straight home.

Chapter Fourteen: My Mother Gave Birth to a Son and a Daughter

The day after my mother resigned from the hotel, we officially began our honeymoon trip. We went to many places, all by ourselves. During this time, my mother and I had sexual intercourse at least twice a day. Each time we had intercourse, the incestuous thrill was just as intense, and it didn't diminish with the increase in the number of times we had sex. Perhaps this thrill will always remain, because her identity as my biological mother can never be changed, and every time we have sex, I can't help but think of this, even if I try to ignore it.

With each encounter, the physical intimacy deepened our bond, and my mother's love for me grew stronger. However, no matter how much our feelings deepened, one thing remained unchanged: my mother's moans during sex were still reserved and restrained; she could never let loose with passionate cries. I didn't mind this; in fact, I quite liked it. Aside from her moans, my mother became much more open in other aspects of our sex life, gradually becoming bolder and more skilled at responding to my movements. Furthermore, what pleased and satisfied me most was that my mother was very compliant with my sexual desires. No matter what I wanted her to wear or where we wanted to make love, she never objected and always complied, allowing me to enjoy myself immensely each time. Of course, I wasn't solely focused on my own desires. I never made requests that were clearly perverted or disrespectful to women. And if I sensed any resistance from my mother when I made a new request, I would abandon the plan, even if she reluctantly agreed. To me, she was not only my sexual partner but also my wife and mother, and I should cherish her even more. Happy times

always pass quickly, and before I knew it, my honeymoon with my mother was nearing its end.

On the morning of the twenty-eighth day, I heard something that excited me immensely. That morning, after waking up, my mother suddenly told me, with a mixture of shyness and joy, that her period had ended more than a week ago, but she still hadn't experienced any menstrual symptoms, and she might be pregnant.

Upon hearing this, I lost my appetite for breakfast and rushed out to a nearby pharmacy, buying a whole bunch of pregnancy tests and related items. I immediately had my mother take them all. After repeated tests, the result made me tremble with excitement. The test showed my mother was pregnant. To be absolutely certain

, after a quick breakfast, I dragged my equally overjoyed mother to the hospital for a checkup with a professional obstetrician-gynecologist. The results came back quickly, confirming the pregnancy. After confirming

my mother's pregnancy, I felt lightheaded all day, unable to calm down from the excitement.

My own mother, after marrying me and giving me her virginity, was now pregnant again, and soon she would give birth to my child! This outcome was simply perfect. The incestuous impulses within me were stimulated even more intensely, leaping through every cell of my body and bringing me boundless thrill and satisfaction.

My excitement deeply infected my mother. Her face was filled with a happy and content smile all day long, and the radiance of motherhood began to quietly emanate from her, making her even more captivating.

Afterwards, my mother and I cut our honeymoon short and started our journey home. On the way home, I was worried that my mother would be too tired, and that having sex with her again might affect her health and potentially harm the baby. So, I didn't have intercourse with her, only engaging in some physical and verbal stimulation. My mother was deeply moved by my careful approach, and her repeated calls of "husband" thrilled me even more.

When we got home, my maternal grandparents, who had been informed of our plans beforehand, came running over excitedly before we even went to visit them. That evening, my grandmother personally cooked a sumptuous dinner to celebrate. We all enjoyed the meal, and the conversation never strayed from the topic of pregnancy.

After dinner, my grandmother took my mother aside to share some of her experiences and tips.

When it was just my grandfather and me, we happily continued chatting for a while about what would happen after the baby was born. During our chat, my grandfather, in a moment of exhilaration, jokingly remarked that I was quite the charmer, getting my wife pregnant so soon after our marriage, while he and my grandmother had it in three years before having their daughter. Hearing this, I secretly thought to myself with pride, "Of course I'm amazing! Don't you know who I am? I'm her biological son! I was in her womb! My sperm knows the ropes, so of course it's easy to get pregnant!" After chatting for a while, my grandfather, itching to play chess, pulled me aside. Seeing that I had nothing else to do, I played a game with him.

That evening, my grandparents stayed at my house. The next day, they stayed for another half day before heading back. Before they left, my mother and I tried to persuade them to move in with us, but they both refused, saying they didn't want to disturb my wife and me, and they were also reluctant to leave the old house where they had lived for most of their lives. Seeing their insistence, and considering that our homes weren't far apart and it would be easy to see each other, my mother and I finally gave up trying to persuade them.

For a while afterward, my mother and I mostly stayed in H city. During that time, I spent a large sum of money to buy the hotel where my mother used to work. This gesture deeply moved her, because she knew that a large part of the reason I bought the hotel was for her sake.

After buying the hotel, I personally took charge of its management, finally having a business to build. My mother, the hotel owner, naturally became my personal secretary. She loved this new role and was very happy with it. In fact, as long as I was by her side, she was happy doing almost anything, especially after finding out she was pregnant with twins. Of course, her role as "secretary" didn't really involve much work; most of the secretary's duties were handled by others. Her most important job was providing full-time companionship to me, the boss.

Several months passed quickly. With each passing day, my mother's belly grew larger. When my mother was in her fifth month of pregnancy, I felt it was best for her to avoid too much travel, so I had her stay home. I also temporarily handed over the management of the hotel to my assistant and went home to be with my mother, focusing on being a good soon-to-be father and taking good care of her.

As the second summer of the following year arrived, my mother, after ten months of pregnancy, finally experienced the exciting moment of childbirth.

On the day of delivery, my grandparents, I, and I waited anxiously outside the delivery room for a long time before finally receiving the good news that my mother had successfully given birth to a boy and a girl.

After delivery, my mother and the babies were transferred to the hospital's highest-level nursing room. In the nursing room, I stayed by my mother's side, weak and exhausted after childbirth, looking at her and her two children lying beside her. My heart was filled with immense excitement and satisfaction.

My mother lay in bed, turning her head to look at her newborn children, then turning to look at me, her still slightly pale face beaming with boundless happiness and contentment.

"Wife, you've worked so hard." Overwhelmed with emotion, I leaned down and kissed each of my mother and our three children on the forehead before speaking to my mother with deep affection.

My mother looked at me with equal tenderness and said, "Husband, I'm so happy to have given birth to a son and a daughter for you. I don't feel tired at all. I feel like the happiest woman in the world. With you and our children, I have everything I need." I leaned down and gently embraced her, pressing my face against hers, and said emotionally, "Wife, I swear, I will make you and our children happy forever. I will strive to be the best husband and the best father in the world." "I believe you, I've always believed you," my mother replied softly, raising her hand to hug my back.

Three months later, one afternoon under the grape trellis at the villa, after lulling my daughter to sleep in her cradle, I turned to look at my mother sitting beside me, her face full of maternal love as she breastfed my son. As I looked, my thoughts drifted back to the past, vaguely returning to more than twenty years ago, as if I were seeing a young mother breastfeeding her newborn baby—that baby was me.

When my thoughts returned, I looked tenderly at my mother, silently saying to her, "Mom, back then, you abandoned me out of necessity, depriving me of the most genuine maternal love. But now, you've become my wife and given me children. Is this fate?" "Husband, what are you thinking about so intently?" My mother asked with a smile after feeding our son.

Her words interrupted my thoughts. I smiled gently and said, "Wife, I was thinking about whether you'll give me more children." "Two aren't enough? You're so greedy," my mother replied playfully. I stood up,

walked behind her, bent down, and hugged her from behind, whispering in her ear, "I am greedy, but who told me to have such a wonderful wife like you?" Hearing my words, my mother turned to look at me, her eyes filled with sweet tenderness.

"Husband, everything I have is yours. I'd be willing to have as many children as you want," my mother said affectionately after a long pause.

Hearing her answer, my heart surged with boundless excitement and anticipation.

I slightly raised my head, gazing at the distant horizon, and in my eyes, I seemed to see the sky filled with seven colors.

[The End]

Prologue

Do you know what it's like to pursue your own mother?

Do you know what it's like to slip your hand under your mother's skirt and touch her private parts?

Do you know what it's like to slowly insert your hard penis into your mother's vagina and fully enjoy her body?

Do you know what it's like to hold a grand wedding with your mother in front of everyone and hear her call you "husband" in public? Do

you know what it's like to get your own mother pregnant and have her bear your children?

You may not know, but I do. Because I have experienced it firsthand. The passion and wonderful sensations are truly indescribable. Excitement? Satisfaction? Happiness? All of these, but those few words alone are not enough to describe the feeling. Perhaps, if I tell you my true story, you will understand.

Chapter One: My Initial Self

I don't know where I was born. I only know that shortly after I was born, I was abandoned in a park in S City. A kind person took me in and cared for me for about ten days before finally sending me to an orphanage. I spent the first five years of my childhood in the orphanage.

At five years old, although I was still very young, my seemingly precocious heart had already begun to feel lonely. I began to realize that I was different from children with parents and started to envy those children who had parental love.

That same year, my fate took a dramatic turn. A businessman couple in their fifties, whose son had died young, wanted to adopt a child because they could no longer have any. They came to the orphanage where I lived and eventually took me in, making me their adoptive parents. According to them, they chose to adopt me because I resembled their deceased son.

I lived with them in G city for over a decade until they both passed away from illness when I was 20. During those years, they treated me very well, truly regarding me as their own son. However, whether it was because I knew they weren't my biological parents or because of the significant age difference between us, despite not lacking their love, I always longed for the love of my biological parents. I always believed that my biological parents had their reasons for abandoning me, and I didn't hate them. I only hoped that one day I could see them again.

Of course, this longing remained buried deep in my heart and was never revealed to my adoptive parents. I knew my adoptive parents were very good to me, and I didn't want to hurt them with those things, afraid they would think I didn't love them and ignore me. Thinking back on those thoughts now, I feel a pang of sadness; I realize how naive and foolish I was. However, those who haven't experienced a lack of love can't understand the fear of losing it.

After my adoptive parents passed away, they left me a villa and a large sum of money, allowing me to continue living a very wealthy and carefree life. However, I didn't indulge myself because of my financial security. I graduated from university with excellent grades, earning the admiration of many who knew about my family's wealth.

After graduation, I didn't rush to find a job because I didn't need to work to support myself, and I didn't know what to do. Faced with a life of uncertainty, I chose to travel—road trips.

For these trips, I bought a luxury SUV and drove it around, truly experiencing a sense of freedom and adventure.

Wherever I went, when I checked into a hotel room at night, I would usually stay there, turn on my laptop, and immerse myself in the virtual world online. Of course, sometimes, prostitutes would approach me, but I would ignore them. To be honest, I had no interest in those used women; the thought of them being touched and ridden by so many men made me lose interest.

I preferred mature, respectable women.

In college, I tried dating twice. With my relatively tall and handsome appearance and some money, both girlfriends were quite beautiful. Unfortunately, after sleeping with them a few times, I gradually lost the passion, and sex became somewhat perfunctory.

Girls are very sensitive, and as you can imagine, conflicts and doubts arose, eventually leading to a breakup. After those two unsuccessful relationships, I temporarily lost interest in dating and focused on my studies. It wasn't until later, when I was browsing the internet and saw pictures of mature, voluptuous, and elegant women, that my penis couldn't help but salute. That's when I truly understood why I lacked passion for campus beauties back then. It turns out I actually prefer mature, voluptuous women. I just hadn't chosen the right type! No wonder

.

Anyway, since I don't frequent prostitutes, how do I deal with sexual urges while traveling? Simple, masturbation.

As for picking up married women for one-night stands, I basically don't consider it. That's too troublesome and dangerous, especially when traveling. You might get scammed without even realizing it. Of course, if I have a particularly appealing, respectable mature woman, I wouldn't mind taking the risk occasionally. Unfortunately, I'm always in a rush and have never had such an opportunity.

Actually, masturbation is a good way to release sexual energy; it's cheap and convenient, haha. However, masturbation requires stimulation. At first, I would collect pictures of mature, voluptuous women online, but after seeing so many, my standards rose, and my tolerance increased. It became increasingly difficult to get aroused simply by looking at pretty pictures. Then, I started digging deeper, browsing pornographic websites and looking for erotic pictures and videos. This worked for a long time, but unfortunately, after a few months, that method gradually lost its effectiveness.

Faced with this situation, with nowhere to release my energy and my mind unconsciously becoming relaxed and decadent, I began frantically browsing a large number of pornographic websites, trying to find something to excite me. Finally, my efforts paid off, and I found a new magic weapon: erotic fiction.

I don't remember the name of the first erotic fiction I read; I only remember ejaculating after reading only half of it.

After experiencing the thrill of erotic fiction, I became addicted to it. I only liked reading mother-son erotic fiction, because it was more relatable. Of course, I didn't imagine my deceased adoptive mother in the story. I respected her greatly, and her circumstances certainly didn't fit the description. When I read, I always put myself in the characters' shoes, experiencing the thrill of breaking taboos.

Chapter Two: The Mother's Footprints.

And so, ever since I became obsessed with mother-son incestuous stories, my passion has never waned. By day, I'd enjoy the scenery; by night, I'd enter the world of fantasy and continue my blissful escapades. If nothing else changed, this routine would likely continue for a long time. However, that change did come; it altered the course of my life.

That noon, I drove to a relatively remote historical site. As I returned to the parking lot to leave, I saw a farmer's wife outside the bamboo fence, selling her simple fruit. She was trying her best, but unfortunately, with only a handful of tourists, no one paid her any attention. Beside her sat a boy and a girl, about six or seven years old. The two children, dressed in worn-out clothes, stared longingly at the tempting fruit in front of their stall. However, the two children were quite sensible; they didn't reach for the fruit but sat quietly, not disturbing the woman selling her goods.

When no one was walking past the stall, the younger girl turned to the woman and whispered, "Mommy, I'm hungry!" The little boy next to her also looked at the woman. The woman glanced around, and seeing that no one would likely come anytime soon, she took out an old aluminum food box from behind her, opened the lid, took out two steamed buns, and handed one to each of the children. The two children took the buns and began to eat them with relish. The woman watched the two children eat, a satisfied smile on her face, occasionally reminding them to eat slowly so they wouldn't choke. The woman then reached into the food box, took out another steamed bun, took a bite, but then, after looking at the two children, she put the bun back in the box. After the two children finished one bun, the woman continued to give them buns. This continued until each child had eaten three or four buns and indicated they were full. Only then did the woman stop giving them buns. After the children finished eating, the two children went to play with small stones nearby. After the children left, the woman took out the remaining three buns from the box and ate the white porridge and pickled vegetables at the bottom of the box with a spoon. After finishing the porridge, she looked at them, then put the three buns back, seemingly wanting to save them for the children.

At that moment, watching that seemingly ordinary scene, I felt a pang of sadness. I felt sadness for the two children's contentment at having buns, sadness for the woman's act of saving the buns for her children, and even sadness for myself for never having met my own parents.

At that moment, the longing and yearning for my parents that had been buried deep within me since childhood, like a burst dam, instantly overwhelmed my heart.

Afterwards, I walked out of the parking lot, and with the woman's slightly surprised expression, I took out my money and bought all the fruit from her stall. Then I ended my year-long road trip and returned to G City. After returning to G City, I went home for a while, and then drove to S City to visit the orphanage where I had been, to inquire about my parents.

The orphanage was very well-managed; even after so many years, they still kept my belongings from when I was found. Actually, those belongings were just a yellowed piece of paper with only one sentence written in delicate handwriting: "Child, your father heartlessly abandoned us, and your mother has reached a dead end. Your mother shouldn't have given birth to you, leaving you to suffer alone in this world. Your mother is so sorry. I hope you can meet a good family, and if fate allows, I will make it up to you in my next life. —Qian." On that short line, several characters had ink smudges spreading outwards in circles, as if wet from tears.

Looking at that short line, my eyes blurred, and my throat felt like it was blocked.

"Mom, you really have your reasons," I murmured to myself with a silent sense of relief, while simultaneously feeling immense disappointment, or rather, despair, towards my father whom I had never met. From those few words, I gleaned a great deal of information. When my mother abandoned me, what desperate situation had she faced? She seemed to have suicidal thoughts; perhaps she was no longer in this world. Moreover, from the text, my father was the complete opposite of the father I had always dreamed of. His ruthless image instantly flashed into my mind, shattering all my fantasies.

I stood there, stunned, holding the piece of paper, tears streaming down my face, my mind blank.

A moment later, reminded by a staff member, I came to my senses.

Then, I composed myself and carefully inquired about the details of how I was brought there, including the time, the identity of the person who brought me, their physical characteristics, and what they said. Unfortunately, because so much time had passed, and so many orphans came and went, although most of the original staff members were still working there, they couldn't remember the events of that time very clearly. Finally, I had to go through the original records to find out the name of the person who brought me there and the time they brought me there. In the remarks section of that record, I found a simple note detailing when and where I was first found.

After thanking the orphanage staff and donating some money, I drove around S City for a while. The more I thought about it, the more determined I became. I told myself that my mother might not have committed suicide; as long as there was no definite news of her, there was still a chance. I had to find out the truth; I couldn't give up. With this thought in mind, I considered it and then used directory assistance to find several emerging detective agencies. I told them about the information I had and asked them to help me find my mother based on the clues. Of course, I didn't tell them I was looking for my mother; I just said I was helping a friend. Anyway, even with several times the normal fee, they all readily agreed to do their best to help. As for my father's whereabouts, I didn't want to look for him. I felt that someone who abandoned his wife and children didn't deserve to be my father.

After that, I settled down in S City, waiting for news.

A month later, just as I was starting to feel restless and anxious, a detective agency brought good news. They called to say they had found my mother's identity and whereabouts, and asked me to come to their agency to fulfill the remaining payment obligations.

Hearing this, I went to the detective agency with immense excitement and trepidation. Once there, the staff explained their search and identification process to me, and presented me with evidence for confirmation. It turned out that they hadn't found the kind person who took me to the orphanage, but by searching through newspapers from that time, they found a news story about a woman who attempted suicide by drowning but was rescued. By verifying the description in the newspaper, they gradually located the person involved, and without disturbing them, secretly checked the handwriting, ultimately making a preliminary confirmation of my mother's identity. They did more than that. After initially confirming her identity, they conducted an investigation to further confirm that the woman had indeed given birth to a baby boy beforehand, and that the baby had disappeared afterward. Of course, the efforts and methods they employed were certainly more than what I've mentioned, but that was enough for me.

Faced with such meticulous investigation and evidence, I was incredibly excited and affirmed their conclusions.

Ten minutes later, I left the detective agency. I paid 50,000 yuan and took an envelope containing documents. Actually, according to the original contract, I didn't need to pay them that much, but I was truly grateful to them, and besides, I didn't care about the money.

After leaving the detective agency, I made a call to several other detective agencies that hadn't made any progress in their investigations, canceling their search services and instructing them to treat my deposits as breach of contract. Then I went straight back to my hotel. After

returning to my hotel room, I closed the door, clenched my fists, and shouted a few times, releasing all the excitement and pent-up emotions I had been holding back, before finally opening the envelope containing the documents again.

Inside the envelope were only a sheet of paper with printed information and three photos.

The information sheet listed my mother's name, age, current work address, home address, and current temporary address, even including her marital and family details—it was incredibly detailed, making me marvel once again at the ingenuity of those people.

The three photos were clearly taken secretly. One was taken at the entrance of a hotel, and the other two were taken in the hotel lobby. The person in both photos was the same middle-aged woman—wearing a hotel supervisor's uniform skirt, with a professional hairstyle, a full and well-proportioned figure, slightly tall, and dignified and beautiful features. Calling her middle-aged wasn't quite accurate; she looked to be around thirty-eight or thirty-nine. That woman was my biological mother, He Meiqian.

Chapter Three: My First Thoughts of Pursuing My Mother

That night, I tossed and turned in bed at the hotel, unable to sleep. My mind kept replaying the thought of reuniting with my mother, and also wondering why, since she was so reluctant to let me go, she hadn't looked for me all these years? Or had she looked but failed? After all, I was handed over to the orphanage. If she had thought of going to the orphanage to find me immediately after being rescued, she definitely wouldn't have found me.

Lost in these thoughts, I decided not to sleep and took out her photo again, hoping to ease my inner turmoil.

This time, I stared at the photo for a long time, wondering what kind of personality she would have, whether she would be easy to get along with, whether my appearance would feel abrupt to her, and whether she would be happy to see me, her son. But as I thought, for some reason, looking at her beautiful figure in the photo, my mind started to wander.

"Her breasts seem really big, and her hips are beautifully curved. Hmm, her legs are full and well-proportioned. Generally speaking, legs like that are considered beautiful. Paired with a business suit, they are indeed very attractive, especially the way she walks. Her legs, when they move, make the hem of her skirt seem to stretch as if it's about to tear, which perfectly showcases that beauty. Hmm, her high heels really match her legs. Damn it, what was wrong with that photographer? Why didn't they take a clearer picture? I can't even tell if she's wearing stockings or not. But, judging from the fair skin of her hands, neck, and face, the whiteness of her legs must be natural, not just because of the stockings. If I could touch her legs, they would feel amazing, probably incredibly smooth and delicate. By the way, her face shape really has that shy, demure charm of a classical beauty. She's so well-maintained. She exudes mature charm without showing any signs of aging. This is the ideal mature woman's charm!" My mind started wandering like this.

"How could I think like that? She's my own mother. Thinking like that is so disrespectful to her. I can't think about it anymore." Suddenly, a realization dawned on me.

I do enjoy reading stories about mothers and sons engaging in incest, but I've always felt that what I'm reading and thinking about is just the incestuous behavior of other people's mothers and sons. I'm merely temporarily putting myself in their shoes. In reality, I shouldn't have any disrespectful thoughts about my own mother.

After realizing this, I turned the photo face down on the bedside table, stopped looking at it, and tried to calm the chaotic thoughts in my mind.

Unfortunately, once that thought arose, it wouldn't leave. Her figure, perfectly matching my aesthetic and sexual desires, kept flashing through my mind.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my head. On one hand, I felt guilty for having such thoughts, but on the other hand, I couldn't help but imagine her alluring figure.

I got out of bed and wandered aimlessly on the carpet for a while before slumping back onto the bedside table. I opened the bottle of mineral water on the bedside table and gulped down half of it. After finishing, I slammed the bottle back down. As my hand left the bottle, for some reason, I picked up the photograph lying face down next to it and brought it close to my eyes.

As my eyes greedily lingered on the beautiful figure in the photograph, a thought seemed to run wild in my mind: what did her vulva look like under her skirt?

"It's over, it's over, I'm hopeless." Realizing this thought had crossed my mind, I grabbed my hair in anguish, looked up at the ceiling, and groaned in utter turmoil.

Then, I simply lay down on the bed at an angle, trying again to calm myself down.

Unfortunately, the more I tried to calm myself, the less calm I became. In the end, even more outrageous thoughts flashed through my mind, like "I'd die happy if I could have sex with her just once."

I struggled with this contradiction for another ten minutes or so before I finally calmed down, or rather, the inner conflict finally reached a conclusion.

I knew that the incestuous tendencies that had been growing unknowingly under my long-term influence had erupted. When those tendencies combined with the practical temptations of reality, my pitiful moral bottom line could no longer stop the most primal and intense desires in my heart. I knew that if I continued to think that way and do something according to those thoughts, it would be immoral and despised by the world. However, I also knew that deep down, I had truly succumbed to those thoughts, and resistance would only plunge me into inner turmoil and pain.

"Forget it, why make myself suffer so much? Let it be, let them think what they want, anyway, no one knows you're her biological son." I finally relented to myself.

After making that first concession, I found myself facing even more compromises and despair.

"If I don't tell her the truth, and approach her like a stranger, will I be able to win her over? If I do, how exciting and satisfying would it be to sleep with her?" This thought surged up during my compromise and quickly dominated my thoughts.

"How can I achieve that?" Specific plans began to surface.

I pondered this question seriously for a long time, and finally, my feverish mind only produced a rough plan: to pursue her without making her feel disgusted, and to completely win her body and soul. In the end

, I don't know how I fell asleep, but when I woke up early the next morning, my head still ached a little.

When I woke up, the fervor in my mind had subsided, leaving only an unyielding obsession. I knew what I was thinking and doing, but I willingly let myself think and act that way. I don't know if what I thought at that moment represented my true self, but my heart was truly determined to do it: willing to pay any price and accept any punishment for my dream.

After some consideration, I gradually thought back to my original intention in searching for my mother. After some thought, I felt that my thoughts and plans didn't seem to conflict with my original intention.

I'm already so old; finding my biological mother isn't so much about getting her care and love, but rather about uncovering my origins and making my life more complete. After finding her, I might regain my biological mother's love, but would that love be the same as the love I received in childhood? It certainly wouldn't be. That love would probably contain more guilt, but is that really what I want? No.

Perhaps, now, what I truly care about is having a biological mother, proving that I'm not truly alone, not a rootless child. If that's the case, what's wrong with pursuing my biological mother, making her love me, and me loving her in return, becoming her lover? As long as I can overcome the moral constraints in my heart and feel a sense of naturalness and happiness, what's wrong with that? Perhaps, because of the added thrill of breaking taboos, my love for her will be deeper and more devoted, making her feel happier. Wouldn't that be better than simply appearing before her as a son, caring for her out of respect and filial piety?

After considering all this, my heart finally found the perfect balance between family and love, becoming incredibly resolute. I don't think I was poisoned by those distorted ideas; on the contrary, I should thank those distorted ideas for helping me find the happiest goal in my life. As for the moral obstacles to overcome to achieve that goal, let them go to hell! Weren't they originally conceived by humans? Their initial purpose should have been to make society more harmonious and pleasant, not to cause suffering. If it's already causing you pain, why bother following it?

Having made up my mind, I passionately and eagerly reconsidered my upcoming itinerary, then refreshed myself and ordered breakfast for my room.

The waitress who delivered the food was beautiful, with a great figure, face, and demeanor. Unfortunately, I didn't even bother to glance at her, because my heart already belonged to someone else; my passion would only bloom for one person from now on.

Chapter Four: Approaching My Mother

After finishing a breakfast that seemed sweeter than usual, I packed my things and hurriedly left the hotel, driving towards H City, where my mother lived.

S City and H City are actually quite far apart. If I wanted to be fast, I should have considered flying, but I had my reasons. I felt this car might come in handy when pursuing my mother, so although I desperately wanted to fly there immediately, I patiently drove all the way.

The entire journey took me two days in my rush. The journey was arduous; aside from necessary rest breaks, I was mostly driving. Fortunately, the year-long road trip had given me excellent training, so I could handle the fatigue. Most importantly, I was filled with boundless energy.

I arrived in H city at 11 PM on the second night. Upon arrival, I went straight to the Kailong Hotel where my mother was staying.

The Kailong Hotel was a four-star hotel with comprehensive and excellent facilities and services. After arriving at the hotel entrance and stating that I wanted to check in, a valet immediately drove my car to the parking lot, and a lady in a cheongsam led me to the front desk to check in. At the same time, the staff quickly helped me with my luggage.

Before even entering the hotel, I nervously and excitedly looked into the lobby, but unfortunately, I didn't see my mother.

The survey data indicated that my mother worked as a supervisor in the housekeeping department at this hotel. So, although I didn't see her in the lobby, I wasn't too disappointed, thinking I'd probably see her after checking in and going to the guest room area.

While checking in, I noticed a hotel duty sign behind the front desk. It showed that my mother, He Meiqian, was the supervisor in the VIP area of the housekeeping department. This discovery made me so excited my hands and feet almost trembled. I suppressed my excitement and asked the front desk staff about the room's amenities. The staff member politely answered my questions, but I only remembered one thing he said: if you stayed in the highest-class VIP room, a supervisor would personally provide service, and you would enjoy a higher level of service. Hearing this, I immediately said I wanted the highest-class VIP room. My eagerness surprised the staff member for a moment.

The paperwork was completed quickly; this time I booked for a month. Immediately afterward, a staff member helped me with my luggage cart and guided me to the top floor guest room in the elevator. Once on the top floor, the elevator doors opened, and I saw the person I most wanted to see—my mother, He Meiqian. My

mother was about 1.7 meters tall, with a slender yet full and well-proportioned figure. She was dressed the same as in the photos: her hair was styled in an elegant professional updo, and she wore a colorful scarf around her neck, similar to a flight attendant's uniform. She wore a purplish-red shirt under a finely tailored dark blue blazer, and a dark blue business skirt that just covered her mid-thigh. The skirt was perfectly tailored, accentuating her waist, hips, and thighs. Her legs, clad in thin, sheer flesh-colored stockings, appeared even whiter and more shapely, and she wore black high heels that further emphasized the perfect curves of her legs. In short, at first glance, a dignified and elegant professional woman came into view, captivating one's heart—at least I was extremely captivated.

"Good evening, Mr. Zheng. It's an honor to serve you. Your room is this way, please follow me." My mother greeted me politely with a warm smile, then turned and personally led me to my room.

Seeing her smile and hearing her soft, sweet voice, I felt a sense of disorientation, as if something was stirring within me, and I froze on the spot.

After a moment of stunned silence, I was gently reminded by the waiter and followed my mother towards my room.

The room was not far to the left of the elevator. Along the way, I followed behind my mother, my gaze constantly sweeping over her swaying waist and shapely hips, and of course, her alluring, long, and full legs. I knew that at that moment, if someone had seen my expression from the front, they would have seen that I looked like a lecherous wolf.

The short distance was covered quickly. As we approached the VIP room, number 808, my mother stopped, turned sideways to me, and took out her card to open the door. From her side, I got a real glimpse of the ample bosom of her breasts. However, at that moment, the luggage handler followed and stood right next to me, so I had to suppress the urge to look closer and pretend not to see.

Once inside the room, my mother, with a smile, politely introduced me to the VIP room's services and helped the handler arrange my luggage. Actually, I don't remember exactly what she said; my attention was completely captivated by the graceful way she bent over and squatted. In fact, I think the way a woman bends over and squats best showcases the curves of her body, and this was perfectly embodied in my mother.

After secretly admiring the "beautiful view" for a while, I dared not continue, afraid they might suddenly turn around and notice something amiss. Anyway, there would be plenty of time in the future to appreciate it; if I ruined my image because of my current lecherous behavior and made my mother dislike me, it would be a loss.

After a brief flurry of activity, my mother politely said goodbye and left the room with the waiter.

Watching the door close, I suddenly felt a sense of loss.

However, I quickly composed myself and silently told myself, "Zheng Yi, you've finally taken the first step. Now it's up to you to use your skills. You must win her over, otherwise, you'll spend the rest of your life in endless regret." That night, I tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep. Of course, it wasn't because my mind was preoccupied with anything, but because I was so looking forward to the challenging and exciting days ahead.

I got up early the next morning. After getting dressed, the first thing I did was open the door and go to look around to see if I could spot my mother. Unfortunately, I was disappointed this time. I didn't see her, only another supervisor.

I went back to my room and called the front desk to order breakfast. After breakfast, I wandered around the hotel, hoping to run into my mother. But after a while, I still didn't see her. I figured she had probably changed shifts and gone home.

Then I stopped wandering and struck up a conversation with a staff member, finally figuring out the situation. Apparently, there were three supervisors working in rotation in the VIP area, each on an eight-hour shift, with shifts usually changing once a week. It seemed I wouldn't see my mother again until the evening.

Since I was certain of this, I didn't feel like staying in the hotel any longer, so I drove out to clear my head and kill time.

Finally, it was 10 p.m., and my mother arrived on time to take over her shift.

I saw her at the door, and a surge of excitement welled up inside me. My plan was finally about to begin.

After glancing around at the door a few times, I went back into the room, took off the ring from my finger, and held it in my palm. Then, I pressed the call button.

Soon, there was a knock on the door. I quickly went to the door and opened it, immediately seeing my mother standing there.

"Mr. Zheng, is there anything we can help you with?" my mother asked politely.

Because she was standing very close to me, I could smell a faint fragrance emanating from her; I couldn't tell if it was her natural scent or perfume. The fragrance stirred a sudden surge of emotion within me.

I managed to suppress this emotion and calmly said, "I had a ring that was on the table, but it's gone now. I guess I accidentally dropped it somewhere on the floor, but I haven't been able to find it. Could you help me look for it?" My mother readily agreed to help. I then led her into the room and pretended to search for the ring with her, while secretly watching her. Watching her squatting or kneeling, diligently searching and naturally displaying various alluring poses, I secretly swallowed hard, almost wanting her to keep searching forever.

However, the room was only so big; if it dragged on too long, and she had searched the entire room without finding anything, it would seem too fake. So, although somewhat reluctant to end the game, I had to stop at the right time. After pretending for a few minutes, I reached under the bed and pretended to find the ring.

"Ah, finally found it! So it rolled into such a secluded corner, no wonder it was so hard to find. Thank you so much for helping me search for so long," I exclaimed.

Seeing that I had found the ring, my mother stopped searching and stood up.

After standing up, she seemed to want to say hello and leave the room. How could I do that? I had gone to so much trouble to trick her into coming in; how could I not get something out of it?

"You've worked so hard, have some water." I took the initiative and offered her an unopened bottle of mineral water, hoping to stall her for time.

"Thank you, but I'm not thirsty. I have to go back to my shift, so I won't disturb your rest any longer. If you need anything, just call me anytime, and I'll be right there." She politely declined my offer and insisted on leaving, seemingly not wanting to be alone in a room with me, a male guest, for too long.

Seeing this, I became a little anxious and quickly said to her, "Actually, I do have something else I'd like to trouble you with. Do you have time to help me?" "It's my pleasure to serve you. Meeting the reasonable needs of our guests is our duty. Please let me know if there's anything else you need." She glanced at the still-open door and politely said to me, stopping her turn to leave.

Seeing that I had her calmed down, I breathed a slight sigh of relief. After a moment's thought, I said to her, "It's like this, I came to H City this time to do some sightseeing, but I'm unfamiliar with the area and don't know where to start. I was wondering if you could help me introduce the attractions and bustling commercial districts of H City?" She seemed secretly relieved when she realized my so-called request for help was just that. After a moment's thought, I understood her reaction. I guessed she had been harassed by male customers before, so she was worried I would make some inappropriate request. After all, my intention to keep her in the room was rather obvious; it seemed my acting skills weren't up to par.

"Oh, okay, then I'll give you a brief introduction," she then agreed.

Seeing her agree, I inwardly cheered, then politely invited her to sit on the sofa. I sat opposite her across the coffee table, adopting the posture of a good listener, looking at her sincerely.

My gentlemanly demeanor seemed to dispel her last doubts and worries. Then, she began to explain things to me very carefully and meticulously.

Her explanation took about five or six minutes. During this time, I listened quietly, nodding occasionally, without interrupting. It wasn't that I couldn't get a word in edgewise, but rather that I simply didn't want to interrupt her. I felt a sense of intoxication listening to her soft, mature voice.

After the explanation, she said goodbye again. This time, I didn't make any excuses to keep her, but politely saw her to the door and sincerely thanked her.

That night, I slept soundly and even had a good dream, though I won't reveal what it was about.

The next day, after breakfast, I drove around the city and its outskirts, seeing many of the sights my mother had recommended.

After another day of leisurely strolling, evening arrived, and I eagerly awaited the moment when she would take over. Finally, after counting sheep on the ceiling for what seemed like the hundredth time, ten o'clock arrived.

I carefully opened the door to my room and, seeing that she was already at work, went out.

Her service desk was near the elevator. Pretending to go downstairs, I greeted her as I approached the elevator and struck up a conversation, thanking her for the introduction and how it saved me a lot of time.

This time, she responded warmly and offered some suggestions. Before I knew it, we had chatted for several minutes, until the elevator came up for the fourth time, at which point I said goodbye and went downstairs.

For the next ten days or so, I basically repeated the same thing: going sightseeing during the day and finding opportunities to chat with my mother after she went to work in the evenings. These opportunities took many forms: sometimes I pretended to bump into her in the hallway, sometimes I struck up a conversation while waiting for the elevator, and sometimes I chatted with her briefly when I asked her to deliver something to my room. In short, after ten days, we were quite familiar with each other.

Through these interactions, I gained a deeper understanding of my mother's personality and inner qualities. As a result, the more I learned, the more fascinated I became. I'm now certain that she'll not only be a woman who can drive a man wild, but also a virtuous wife and loving mother. My thoughts and ideas have gradually changed as our interactions with her have deepened. Of course, my desire to pursue her remains unchanged; in fact, it's become even stronger.

What has changed in my thoughts and ideas? Frankly, it boils down to one thing. Let me put it this way: when I first had the idea of pursuing her, although I gave myself various reasons, essentially it was mainly driven by a desire for incestuous thrills and a longing for her body. But now, through a deeper understanding of her personality and inner qualities, I've begun to feel that I've developed a pure romantic love for her, a desire to truly have her as my lover, not just a mistress.

Chapter Five: First Meeting with the Girl's Parents

That morning, as usual, I opened my eyes, waking from my sleep, and began my day with immense joy and anticipation.

After getting up, I found it was raining heavily and the wind was strong outside. However, the weather didn't affect my plans, because I had a car.

I went to the underground parking lot, started the car, and drove towards the exit. As the car pulled out of the parking lot, a beautiful figure suddenly caught my eye. It was my mother! It was my mother! She was standing under an awning near the parking lot exit, a women's motorcycle parked beside her, occasionally glancing up at the sky.

A surge of excitement welled up inside me, and I quickly turned the steering wheel, pulling the car up to her.

"Sister Qian, are you waiting here for the rain to stop?" I asked, rolling down the window.

We'd gotten to know each other better over time, and I'd started calling her Sister Qian, which she hadn't objected to, so that's what I addressed her by now. And at my request, she stopped calling me Mr. Zheng and started calling me Xiao Yi.

When my mother saw me and greeted her, she turned to look at me, her expression somewhat helpless, and said, "Yes, I was supposed to hand over my shift at six o'clock, but seeing it was raining so heavily, I worked overtime for a while. Who would have thought that when I finished, it was still raining heavily, and the wind was blowing even harder? I've been waiting for half an hour, and I don't know how long this rain will last." Hearing her say this, a brilliant idea suddenly came to my mind.

"Is that so? Sister Qian, how about I take you home? I don't have anything important to do anyway, I just drive around aimlessly." I suggested.

My mother shook her head and said, "How could I? It's too much trouble for you. I'll wait a little longer, you go and do your work." "What's there to be embarrassed about? I really have nothing to do, it's no trouble at all. Besides, this rain probably won't stop anytime soon, and who knows how long we'll have to wait. Don't be so polite with me, come on in." I sincerely persuaded her.

Seeing my insistence, my mother glanced at the sky again, thought for a moment, and then nodded, saying, "Thank you. I'll go park the car first and then come out. Please wait a moment, it'll be quick." With that, she started her motorcycle and drove back to the parking lot.

Two minutes later, she emerged from the parking lot. I had already opened the passenger door for her.

My mother opened the door and got in, settling down gracefully and closing the door behind her.

Once inside, the enclosed space made her subtle fragrance even more pronounced, wafting into my nostrils. I couldn't help but take a deep breath, pretending to check the door was closed, while my eyes quickly glanced at her plump thighs pressed together, my heart pounding involuntarily.

"Sister Qian, where do you live? Let's go straight home now," I asked, quickly adjusting my demeanor to avoid being noticed.

My mother immediately gave me an address and pointed out the directions.

Without further ado, I followed her directions and drove towards her house. Along the way, listening to her soft voice, smelling her delicate fragrance, and occasionally stealing glances at her beautiful legs, I felt quite content. I truly wished her house were on the farthest reaches of the world, so I could enjoy myself longer.

Unfortunately, her house wasn't on the farthest reaches, but in a residential area in the west of the city, probably only two or three kilometers from the hotel. Although I slowed down considerably, after a few turns, I still arrived back at her house. Her house was a detached little courtyard, a three-story building with a wall, which looked quite old, the walls a faded color. After

parking, I immediately pulled an umbrella from behind the driver's seat, then got out in the rain, opened the umbrella, and walked to the other side of the car to escort her inside.

My mother didn't have an umbrella, so she didn't say anything, and after getting out of the car, she stood close to me, letting me shield her from the rain.

As we walked towards the house, I had initially considered putting my arm around her waist, but then I thought it would be too abrupt and might offend her, so I abandoned that idea and instead tried to hold the umbrella as close to her side as possible. Of course, I took the opportunity to inhale her delicate fragrance more deeply.

The ten-meter distance was quickly covered. She took out her key, opened the front door, and then we walked into the yard and into the living room on the first floor of the small house.

Once inside, I put away my umbrella. At that moment, I noticed that one side of my clothes was completely soaked and dripping wet. My mother noticed this as well and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry you got your clothes all wet. My parents aren't back yet. If you're not in a hurry, could you sit here for a bit? I'll go find you some clothes to change into, and I'll let you dry your clothes before you change back in, okay?" "Okay, that's perfect!" I thought to myself.

"Thank you so much," I replied.

Then, with a series of crisp high heel clicks, my mother turned and went upstairs to the second floor. A moment later, she came down empty-handed. She said to me apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I wanted to get some of my dad's clothes for you to change into, but his room was locked, and I couldn't get them." "It's alright, the weather isn't cold now, it's okay if the clothes are a little wet, they'll dry on their own soon," I quickly said.

My mother seemed still quite apologetic. After thinking for a moment, she blushed slightly and said to me, "You might catch a cold if you keep wearing wet clothes. How about this, you go to the bathroom, take off your clothes, and hand them to me. I'll take them to dry. You just wait in the bathroom for a bit, it'll be done quickly." "Okay, thank you," I quickly agreed, afraid she might change her mind.

Then, I went to the bathroom next to the living room, took off my t-shirt and trousers, and handed them out through the crack in the door. My mother took them from outside, said "wait a moment" again, and then went back upstairs.

I stood in the bathroom for a few minutes, arms crossed, racking my brain for an excuse to stay longer.

Suddenly, I heard voices coming from the living room. It was an elderly man and woman talking. Could it be my mother's parents, my maternal grandparents, coming home? A wave of anxiety washed over me. Would they make a bad impression on me if they saw me like this? I worried. As I did so,

I heard the voices getting closer and closer to the bathroom.

"Honey, our daughter seems to be back, but where's her motorcycle?" "In this wind and rain, who could ride a motorcycle? She probably took a taxi." "True. By the way, did you notice the SUV parked outside our gate? Whose car is that? Nobody around here owns one. If someone else came looking for someone, they shouldn't have parked it in front of our house. It's really strange." "Old man, why worry about that? It's not blocking your way. Hey, old man, can you be a little more careful when you put things down? Making such a racket, what if it disturbs our daughter's sleep? She's been working night shifts lately and only gets a little sleep in the morning. It's so hard for her." As I listened to them, they had already reached the bathroom door, and judging from their footsteps, they seemed to have stopped.

"Are they going into the bathroom? Oh no! What should I do?" My heart was pounding. If they saw me hiding in the bathroom in just my underwear and shoes, I'd be in big trouble.

At that crucial moment, I heard my mother's voice. It came from the direction of the stairs, accompanied by the sound of her high heels walking down.

"Dad, Mom, you're back," my mother greeted them. I could hear the obvious tension in her voice. "Daughter, aren't you going to catch up on your sleep? Why are you downstairs? Why are you carrying a set of men's clothes?" my grandmother asked.

"Ah, well, it's like this, it was raining heavily earlier, and I couldn't ride my motorcycle. A friend drove me home, but his clothes got wet when we got inside, so I dried them for him and brought them down now," my mother explained, her words a little hesitant.

"Oh, so that car outside the gate belongs to your friend. By the way, where is your friend? We didn't see him when we got back," my grandfather chimed in.

"Yes, we didn't see him

," my grandmother added, equally puzzled. "Well, he's in the bathroom," my mother replied weakly after a moment of silence.

I could easily imagine the interesting look on her face. Bringing a man home, then having him take off his clothes and hide in the bathroom, only to be caught by her unsuspecting parents—any woman would be nervous in that situation.

As my mother finished speaking, I heard her footsteps reaching the door. The two elders were silent for a moment, probably stunned.

"Xiaoyi, your clothes are done," my mother said, knocking on the bathroom door.

I quickly opened the door a crack and saw a pale hand slip my clothes through the crack.

I took the clothes and hurriedly put them on, while simultaneously hearing scattered footsteps heading towards the living room.

"Daughter, tell me honestly, is that man inside your boyfriend?" I heard my grandmother ask my mother in a low voice, though her voice was still quite loud, and I could still roughly understand her.

"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? He's just a casual friend I've known for a short time, maybe not even a casual friend, just an acquaintance. He just happened to bring me home. Don't say anything like that later, it'll embarrass him," my mother whispered, trying to explain.

"Oh, I know, haha," my grandmother chuckled, and my grandfather chuckled a few times too, but their laughter sounded a little strange to me. They seemed to say something else after that, but they were a bit far away by then, so I couldn't hear them clearly.

I quickly changed my clothes, took a deep breath, thought about what I would say when I went out, and then walked out with a nervous heart

. As soon as I turned back to the living room, I saw a man and a woman, both around seventy years old, slightly overweight, with ordinary but kind faces, sitting on the sofa drinking water. My mother was standing, looking at me somewhat helplessly.

After I appeared in the living room, the two elderly people stood up, carefully looking me over, a hint of surprise flashing across their faces.

My mother opened her mouth as if to say something, but seemed momentarily at a loss for words.

"Uncle and Aunt, hello, my name is Zheng Yi. I'm so sorry to bother you," I said, breaking the silence.

"You must be Meiqian's friend! Come and sit down, don't be shy," my grandmother said, her smile warmly welcoming me.

I quickly composed myself and sat down on the sofa chair next to them.

After I sat down, my grandmother cheerfully fetched a cup and tea leaves to make me some tea. My mother glanced at me helplessly and sat down as well. My grandfather took out a cigarette and offered it to me with a smile. I quickly stood up to take the cigarette and lit it for him.

After we finished, we sat down together again, and my grandmother made tea for me and sat down as well.

What followed was a typical scene of a son-in-law meeting his future in-laws for the first time. The two elders asked me some trivial questions, which I answered nervously and politely. My mother, on the other hand, couldn't get a word in edgewise, or rather, she didn't know how to join the conversation, and she looked helpless and embarrassed.

I know my grandparents misunderstood. Although my mother explained, they didn't seem to believe her and still thought I was her boyfriend. I can't blame them; after all, me taking off my clothes and letting my mother dry them is something most friends wouldn't do—it seems too intimate and beyond what most people would imagine. Even among close friends, the man would probably feel awkward, if the woman didn't feel embarrassed. What

deepened their misunderstanding was that my behavior did indeed resemble that of my mother's boyfriend. It wasn't that I was faking it; that's genuinely my intention. I didn't just want to be her boyfriend; I wanted to be her husband. In short, my grandparents were like in-laws looking at their son-in-law, which was understandable, and I was like a son-in-law meeting his mother-in-law for the first time, which was even more understandable. Only my mother was temporarily sidelined, unable to explain herself.

During this time, my grandparents asked how long I had known my mother. Of course, I didn't dare say we'd only known each other for a couple of weeks, but vaguely replied that we'd known each other for some time.

The tense yet pleasant conversation lasted for more than ten minutes. Grandma stood up first, saying she would cook for me. I pretended to decline for a moment, but was quickly "convinced" by her and Grandpa's insistence.

When I agreed to stay for dinner, I saw my mother turn around and, when the two elders weren't looking, give me a slightly embarrassed and annoyed glare. She seemed to be blaming me for pushing my luck, pretending to be her boyfriend and then trying to freeload, acting as if she was determined to play the role of her prospective son-in-law to the end. I pretended to ignore her glare. What

a joke! How could I miss such an opportunity to build a good relationship with the two elders? Such opportunities are hard to come by! Once I've established a good relationship with them, it will be easy for me to come here often. In short, this situation was completely beyond my plans; it was as if God was secretly helping me. I could only secretly rejoice.

Grandma went to cook, and seeing that Grandpa and I were still chatting happily, with no room for her to interrupt, Mom simply stood up and went to the kitchen to help, probably to explain things to Grandma again while she was there.

As we chatted, I noticed a very well-made chess set under the coffee table in front of the sofa and casually mentioned it. Grandpa immediately became very interested and started talking about his glorious victories. Coincidentally, I also know a little about chess, so I suggested we play a few games. Surprisingly, after a few games, it was a close call, with both sides winning and losing. Grandpa exclaimed that he hadn't found a suitable opponent in a long time and insisted that I come over often to play with him. I readily agreed, of course, while secretly feeling incredibly grateful to my old roommate who used to drag me to play chess with him all the time.

After a few more games, dinner was ready. After Grandma's repeated urging, Grandpa reluctantly ended his game with me and went to the dining table with me.

During the meal, I noticed Grandma's attitude towards me hadn't changed at all, and I finally felt relieved. It seemed that while Mom was in the kitchen, either she didn't explain further, or she tried but to no avail.

By the end of the meal, my relationship with Grandpa and Grandma had grown considerably. The two elders frequently glanced at me and then at Mom, their satisfaction evident.

After dinner, seeing that it was getting late, I worried that it would disturb Mom's nap and tire her out, and also that I might overdo it, so I said goodbye. The two elders tried to persuade me to stay, especially Grandpa, who wanted to play a few more games with me. I finally managed to leave, citing important business to attend to. Before leaving, facing Grandpa's enthusiastic challenge, I patted my chest and agreed.

When I left, Mom saw me off. She barely spoke the whole way, until I was about to get on the bus. Then, her expression turned slightly uneasy, and she said, "My parents seem to have misunderstood. No matter what I say, they won't believe me. I'm so sorry to have made you laugh. Why didn't you explain?" I smiled and said, "As long as the elders are happy, misunderstandings are fine. To be honest, I really wish I were your boyfriend, haha..." My heart skipped a beat as I finished speaking, my eyes fixed on her reaction.

My mother seemed taken aback by my reply. After a long pause, she said softly, "I'm so old, how could I be your girlfriend? It's raining heavily, you should get on the bus. I should go back too. Anyway, thank you for bringing me home." I wanted to say something more, but seeing her expression, I held back, nodded, and got on the bus with a hint of disappointment.

After the bus started moving, I turned around and saw her standing motionless at the door. After the bus had driven a few dozen meters, I looked back again, but she was gone. At that moment, I felt a pang of loss.

I know she's probably gradually realized I have feelings for her, or more directly, that I like her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have looked so awkward when she saw me off. It's true, I've been deliberately trying to strike up a conversation with her every day for the past ten days or so. Even if I acted carefully and naturally, after a while, she's not stupid; she'll definitely notice something. Plus, with my behavior at her house today, it would be strange if she didn't realize it.

Although I don't know what her mindset is right now, as long as she hasn't explicitly rejected me, it's okay. Opportunities still need to be fought for. As long as I'm sincere and persist, I believe I'll eventually win her over. Of course, even if she rejected me or showed dislike today, I won't give up. I'll pursue her until the last day of my life.

Chapter Six: The First Confession

After leaving her house, I drove around the streets for a while, my mind constantly replaying her expression and words when she saw me off. Finally, I stopped driving and went straight back to the hotel.

Back in my room, I lay down and thought it over again. Finally, after thinking for a while, I cleared my mind and felt calmer.

That night, after 10 PM, I went out again. However, I searched the entire floor but couldn't find her. Finally, I went back to my room and pressed the service bell, only to find another supervisor had come. I ordered some food and casually asked why it wasn't Supervisor He on duty. The supervisor said she had taken the night off.

Hearing this, I felt disappointed and melancholy, and also a little worried, wondering if my mother had taken the day off to avoid seeing me. If that was the case, it seemed really bad. My heart immediately filled with anxiety.

That night, I tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep.

The next morning, I got up very early. After getting up, I opened the window and found the weather outside was nice, but my heart still felt a little gloomy. After a somewhat bland breakfast, I drove around for a while.

Then, I checked the sky and decided that going to her house at this time wouldn't be too abrupt, so I turned the car around and drove towards

her house. When I arrived, I found the door locked. I hesitated for a moment, then got out of the car and knocked, but after knocking for a while, no one answered. It seemed that her grandparents weren't home, and as for whether her mother was home, I wasn't sure; perhaps she was home but just didn't want to see me.

I waited patiently outside the door for another half hour, but still no one appeared, so I drove away, extremely disappointed. After leaving her house, I drove around a few streets, found a coffee shop, ordered a pot of Blue Mountain coffee, and sipped it absentmindedly. After more than an hour, I left the coffee shop and drove back, but still no one answered, so I had to leave again. This went on for a whole morning and afternoon, going to her house every hour or so, but each time I returned disappointed. At

nine o'clock in the evening, I went again, and this time, I finally saw her. Actually, I got excited even before I saw anyone, just the lights from the small house in the distance.

My grandfather opened the door. As soon as he saw me, he greeted me warmly and urged me to come in quickly, as if afraid I would turn around and leave.

After entering the living room on the first floor, I only saw my grandmother sitting on the sofa watching TV, but my mother was nowhere to be seen. My heart skipped a beat, and I thought, "Has she not come back yet?"

After my grandmother greeted me, she noticed my confusion and quickly explained that my mother had gone upstairs to take a shower.

Then, she started nagging again: "Last night, your uncle and I planned to go to the park today, but Meiqian insisted on coming with us. She took the day off last night and has been wandering around with us all day. I suggested she invite you, but she said you were busy. It would have been so much better if you had come today; it would have saved the old man from constantly nagging about playing chess with you, it's driving me crazy, haha..." I could only smile in response. Then, my grandfather came over and asked if I was free. When I said I was, he immediately brought out the chessboard, saying that since we were waiting anyway, we might as well play a few games first—what a passionate chess fanatic!

Reluctantly, I joined him.

When we reached the third game, my mother came downstairs. She was wearing her business suit, probably planning to go straight to work. Her figure and beautiful legs momentarily captivated me, but I quickly regained my composure.

My mother looked a little awkward when she saw me, but still came over and greeted me.

Grandma, seeing my mother come down, winked at Grandpa, but he was engrossed in the chess game and didn't notice.

Seeing this, Grandma simply took the chessboard away. "There's plenty of time for chess, don't waste other people's time," she said to Grandpa with a hint of reproach. Grandpa chuckled helplessly.

Seeing Grandma's words, I seized the opportunity to stand up and said to my mother, "Sister Qian, aren't you going to your ten o'clock shift later? It's almost time, I'll take you there." My mother didn't object, told the two elders, and we went out together.

After getting in the car and closing the door, my mother turned to look at me and said in a somewhat cold tone, "Don't come again, okay?" Hearing her words and tone, I suddenly felt as if my heart had been violently clenched, and I felt a little suffocated.

"Why? I just wanted to see you," I blurted out, my eyes fixed on her. In the dim light of the streetlamp in the distance, I saw her brow furrow slightly, her eyes wandering.

My mother turned her head away a little, avoiding my gaze.

"If my parents continue to misunderstand, it won't be good for either of us. Please, don't come again," she said, looking ahead.

"They won't misunderstand at all. Actually, I genuinely want to be your boyfriend. Promise me, okay?" I blurted out in a moment of impulsiveness.

My mother seemed a little flustered by my sudden bluntness. She took a deep breath before turning back to me, looking at me intently, and said in a very serious tone, "I'm really not suitable to be your girlfriend, and I don't want to be anyone's girlfriend. Please don't bother me anymore, okay?" I panicked, abandoning all politeness and composure, and reached out to grab her smooth left hand, holding it tightly.

My mother, not expecting such a sudden move, probably thought I was about to do something else, and was immediately startled, letting out a scream: "Ah! What are you doing? Let go!" she cried, trying to pull her hand away forcefully. Seeing that I had frightened her, I felt flustered and instinctively released her hand. My mother seized the opportunity to pull her hand back. After pulling her hand back, she turned to open the car door and get out, but unfortunately, I had locked the door with the electronic lock, and she couldn't open it no matter how hard she tried.

"Sister Qian, I'm sorry, I startled you. I was a little hasty just now, so I offended you. I'm really sorry. I really didn't mean any harm. I really like you, please believe me." I hurriedly explained to her, feeling flustered, secretly regretting my impulsiveness.

Seeing that the door wouldn't open, my mother turned around and said to me somewhat angrily, "I don't need anyone to like me. Please respect me and stop bothering me. Now, open the car door quickly, I want to get out, or I'll yell." I raised my hands above my head and said to her, "Okay, okay, I respect you. I'll take you to the hotel now, or you'll be late." My mother seemed to want to object, but after thinking about it, she fell silent and sat there speechlessly. Seeing this, I didn't dare say anything more for the time being, immediately started the car, and drove towards the hotel.

We didn't speak a word the whole way; the atmosphere in the car was very tense.

I hadn't expected my mother to react so strongly to my confession; it seemed she didn't want to accept my pursuit at all. This result left me heartbroken and incredibly disappointed. However, by the time the car arrived at the hotel, I had regained my composure. I wasn't going to give up. I guessed that her current rejection was partly due to the age gap—I'm almost twenty years younger than her—and partly because my direct confession was too sudden, making it hard for her to accept. After all, we'd only known each other for a little over ten days, and people of her generation probably couldn't adapt to the current lightning-fast declarations of love. Of course, that was my thought, but only she knew the real reason. In any case, whatever the reason, I wouldn't stop pursuing her until I could win her over. However, I needed to change my approach. After the car

pulled into the parking lot, my mother didn't say anything more to me. She simply opened the car door, got out, and left without looking back, as if afraid I would chase after her. Faced with this situation, although I was somewhat prepared, I still couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Afterward, I locked the car and walked back to my room. When I got out of the elevator, I saw my mother already at the front desk, completing the handover procedures with the previous supervisor. When she saw me, she didn't give me any more attitude. Instead, she forced a professional smile and greeted me along with the supervisor, "Good evening, Mr. Zheng." Hearing me switch from "Xiao Yi" back to "Mr. Zheng" made me feel bitter. I didn't say much, just nodded politely and went straight back to my room.

That night, I couldn't sleep. The next morning, while washing my face, I noticed I looked a little haggard.

"Zheng Yi, just hang in there, don't lose heart, you will succeed. She will be your wife sooner or later, keep going!" I said firmly to myself in the mirror.

Chapter Seven: The Unexpected

I stayed in the hotel all day, because I felt there was no point in going anywhere. I wanted to go to her house, but I was afraid that going right away would offend her, so I didn't dare go yet, thinking I'd wait a couple more days.

While staying in my room, I wasn't just spacing out and daydreaming. I did browse the internet a bit, but unfortunately, things that used to attract my attention no longer held much appeal. Even those risqué mother-son stories that used to excite me didn't interest me anymore. As evening approached and darkness fell, I finally shut down the computer and took out a picture of my mother.

I lay in bed, looking at the photo. Looking at her beautiful figure in the picture, my heart finally calmed down, leaving only a sense of boundless longing.

My thoughts began to drift towards the future. I fantasized that I had won my mother's heart, that she would marry me, and that she would bear me several children—at least a son and a daughter…

In my fantasy, a happy smile gradually appeared on my lips, and my heart became intoxicated by the beautiful world I had created.

I don't know how much time passed before I returned to reality. Upon waking, I suddenly froze, because I noticed something very unusual. In the past, when I fantasized about my mother, I couldn't help but imagine the exciting scenes of making love with her in the future. But this time, I couldn't seem to think about that at all; I only thought about warm and tender things. It seemed that as long as she was by my side, giving me all her tenderness and love, I would be content.

I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, a clear understanding dawned on me. I realized that my love for my mother had grown deeper and more genuine. That love had transcended the need for simple sexual intimacy and focused more on the fusion of our souls.

Instantly, her gentleness, her poise, her beauty, her strength, her kindness, her understanding—all these impressions flooded my mind, converging to create a mature and beautiful woman who stirred my soul.

"Mom, my beautiful Qian, since you gave me life, I will repay you with the best husband in the world, so you can be happy forever," I said with excitement and determination.

After a moment of blissful contemplation, I refocused my gaze on the photograph. Looking at the beautiful legs in the photo, and imagining her captivating figure in reality, a surge of heat rose within me. "I wonder what it will feel like to truly experience her body? She will not only be my wife but also my biological mother. With this dual identity, making love with her will surely be even more stimulating and satisfying, especially the fact that she is my biological mother. Just thinking about it is incredibly exciting. How many people in this world can truly enjoy the love and physical pleasure of their own mother? Perhaps I am already the luckiest and happiest person in the world." Thinking this, my penis became erect. I instinctively placed my hand on my penis, intending to masturbate, but stopped after only a few movements. "No, I'll never masturbate again. My semen will belong only to her from now on," I silently resolved.

Then, I got out of bed, went to the window, opened it, took a few deep breaths of fresh air, and then, feeling refreshed, went to the bathroom for a cold shower.

While showering, I reflected on the feelings I had imagined having sex with my mother. I realized I longed to have sex with her, and the thought of it was incredibly exciting. However, that longing and excitement was distinctly different from the feelings I had when reading erotic novels and fantasizing. It lacked the lewdness and possessed a tender, lingering quality. Perhaps this was the difference between sex with love and sex without love.

After showering, I ordered something to eat, and by the time I finished, it was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening. I climbed back into bed, leaned against the headboard, and carefully planned my next move. I know my mother is a very traditional woman, and those novel methods probably won't work; they might even make her dislike me. So how can I win her over? Right now, she seems wary of me. How can I break down her defenses? All sorts of questions swirled in my mind, and I racked my brains for a solution.

Before I knew it, almost two hours had passed, and the ashtray on my bedside table was overflowing with cigarette butts.

Just as I stubbed out one cigarette and was about to light another, the intercom on my bedside table rang.

I paused my thoughts and picked up the receiver. It was the front desk calling, saying someone wanted to see me and seemed to have an emergency, asking if I wanted to transfer the call. I agreed, and after one ring, the phone went off again.

I said "hello," and my grandfather's anxious voice came through the other end.

"Is this Xiaoyi?" he asked.

I had barely answered "It's me" and hadn't even had a chance to greet him when he anxiously said, "Meiqian was on her way to work when she accidentally crashed her motorcycle into the back of a truck. She was injured and unconscious on the spot, and she's currently in the emergency room at the First People's Hospital. If you have time, please come and see her as soon as possible." A thunderclap seemed to explode in my head; this news was so unexpected and frightening.

"How is she now? Is she alright?" I asked anxiously.

"We don't know yet, she's being treated. Please come quickly," my grandfather said, his voice already tinged with sorrow.

I quickly agreed, hung up the phone, hurriedly dressed, and rushed out the door, half-running towards the elevator. Amidst the astonished gazes of the supervisor and staff, I paced around like a cat on a hot tin roof, waiting for the elevator to arrive. When

the elevator finally came up, the doors barely opened a crack enough for one person to squeeze through, and I eagerly squeezed in, then pressed the button for the parking lot below.

After getting off at the parking lot, I ran to the SUV, jumped in as fast as I could, started the engine, and slammed on the gas, speeding towards the exit. The security guard at the exit was startled by how fast my car sped out and quickly jumped aside. I drove to the exit, slammed on the brakes, and brought the car to a stop in front of the barrier. I rolled down the window and yelled at the guard to raise the barrier quickly. The guard recognized me, and although he looked puzzled, he quickly raised the barrier and let me through.

Leaving the hotel, I sped along, running two red lights. Fortunately, I had been driving around a lot during this time and knew the location and route to a hospital, so I drove straight there. A dozen minutes later, I finally arrived at the hospital.

Outside the emergency room, my grandparents were pacing anxiously. Seeing me, they immediately rushed to greet me.

"Uncle, Aunt, how is Qianjie now?" I asked urgently.

“I don’t know. The doctor said her head injury is quite serious, and she’s still being treated. Oh, my poor daughter…” Grandma answered me, her eyes red, before she broke down in tears. Grandpa quickly held her hand tightly, comforting her.

Hearing this, my heart sank. However, although I managed to control my fear and anxiety, I forced myself to remain calm and comforted the two elders, patiently waiting for the results with them, while silently praying for my mother. I silently prayed to heaven: I would give my entire life if my mother could be safe.

Half an hour later, the emergency room doors opened, and a doctor removed his mask and came out.

“Doctor, how is she now? Is she alright?” I rushed over and asked anxiously, and Grandpa and Grandma followed closely behind.

The doctor glanced at us, his tone heavy, and said, "Thanks to our best efforts, the patient is out of immediate danger, but she remains unconscious. She suffered a severe head injury, and the concussion damage is quite serious. If she doesn't have surgery soon, her condition may worsen." "What are the chances of a successful surgery?" Grandpa asked anxiously from the side.

"The chances of success are quite high, but even if the surgery is successful, it only guarantees her life. Whether she will regain consciousness is uncertain; there are many unpredictable factors." "Doctor, does that mean she might become a vegetable?" Grandma asked, her voice trembling.

The doctor nodded.

Seeing the doctor's statement, the three of us exchanged a glance, our hearts sinking.

Three days later, in the intensive care unit of the neurosurgery department.

I sat by the bedside, looking at my mother, her head wrapped like a mummy, my heart filled with worry.

The surgery was finally performed two days ago. The surgery was successful; the surgeon was the city's most authoritative neurosurgeon. The doctor wasn't originally from this hospital, but I spent a fortune and quickly smoothed things over to get him here. If I hadn't been pressed for time, I would have even brought in the best neurosurgeon in the country.

After the surgery, my mother's condition stabilized, but two days have passed and she hasn't shown any signs of waking up. Although the doctor had explained this situation before the surgery, I was still incredibly worried and disappointed when faced with it.

My grandparents, after spending a day and a night with her, couldn't take it anymore and went home to rest. Now I'm alone with my mother.

I hold her soft hand and just stare at her, not even noticing the nurse come in to change the IV.

At this moment, my heart aches so much. I've made up my mind that if she doesn't wake up, I'll stay with her forever, even if it means growing old together.

Chapter Eight: Waking Up, My Mother, My Love

Time flies; a year has passed since that accident.

Two weeks after the surgery, the doctor said that my mother's vital signs had completely stabilized and she no longer needed to be treated in the hospital. As for whether she would regain consciousness, that was up to fate; continuing treatment was pointless.

I then suggested bringing my mother to my home in G city to care for her, but my maternal grandparents disagreed, insisting on keeping her at their home. This wasn't because they didn't trust me, but because they didn't want to leave their hometown. After two weeks in the hospital, they had witnessed my unwavering love and attachment to my mother. They could see that I genuinely loved her deeply, and having already shown them affection for me, they considered me their son-in-law.

Since they were unwilling, I had to compromise and move into their home myself. I also hired a medical team to come regularly to diagnose my mother and provide necessary care and treatment. As a result, she stayed for a year.

During that year, aside from my maternal grandmother taking care of things like bathing and toileting, I spent most of my time with my mother. Why is it my maternal grandmother who takes care of my mother's bathing and toileting? I could do it myself, and my maternal grandparents probably wouldn't object. However, I know my own situation. My mother and I aren't really that close yet; before the accident, she even rejected me. So, if I really did that, I worry that one day when she regains consciousness, she might be ashamed and angry with me, blaming me for disrespecting her.

That noon, as usual, I pulled up a chair and sat by her bedside, talking to her.

Talking to her is really just me talking to myself. Before she was discharged, the doctor suggested that talking to her more would help her regain consciousness. So, for the past year, I've talked to her for several hours every day.

I don't stick to any particular topic; I just say whatever comes to mind, from childhood memories of playing together to how much I like her. I don't feel like I'm completely talking to myself; I treat her as if she's fully conscious. I had a vague feeling that my mother could hear what I said, but she just couldn't answer me. So, I never let my guard down, even when I was talking to myself. I never said anything that I shouldn't have told her.

"Sister Qian, tell me, when I told you I wanted you to be my girlfriend, did it startle you? Haha, thinking about it now, I was really too abrupt. Anyone would probably feel awkward if they told someone they'd only known them for a few days that they wanted to be their girlfriend. But, I really like you, no, not just like you, I've fallen in love with you. Maybe this is fate. You might think it's absurd for a guy in his early twenties to tell someone in their early forties that I love you, that I'm just joking, or even that I have ulterior motives and just want to get you and play with you? If that's what you think, then you're wrong. Honestly, I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you. I believe you are my destined wife. In short, I really love you, there's no doubt about that. I've already decided that if you never wake up, I'll stay with you for the rest of my life. Anyway, as long as I can be by your side, I'll be content." I said softly to her while gently stroking her now long and beautiful hair.

"Xiaoyi, come down for dinner, it's ready," Grandma suddenly called from downstairs.

Hearing her call, I responded, then bent down and kissed my mother's forehead, saying, "I'll go downstairs and eat something first, then I'll come back up to keep you company." Afterward, I went downstairs to eat with my grandparents. During dinner, Grandma looked at my increasingly haggard face and, with a touch of heartache, suggested I rest more and not always stay by my mother's side. I didn't answer, just smiled.

My grandparents had also become much more haggard over the past year, but I felt powerless to help them. I wanted to comfort them, but I didn't know what to say. After all, I couldn't even comfort myself, so how could I comfort others? I could only hope that my mother would recover soon.

After dinner, my grandparents went upstairs and silently sat with my mother for a while before leaving sadly, saying they had something to take care of.

After my grandparents left, I sat back down in the chair on the left side of the bed, continuing to talk to my mother while massaging her palms.

So far, I've only ever touched my mother's face and hands. Actually, if I wanted, I could easily have seen and touched her entire body when no one was home, but I didn't want to do that; I didn't want to be so disrespectful. I desperately wanted to possess her body, to witness all its wonders and savor them, but that would only be possible after winning her heart; otherwise, it would be blasphemy. I didn't want to blaspheme her at all, because I truly loved her. Of course, at first, I did have a few impulses to lift the covers and see her genitals under her nightgown, but ultimately, I restrained myself.

As I massaged my mother's palms, feeling the smoothness of her hands, my mind drifted away. I imagined that one day, this beautiful hand would gently caress my face, my body, and embrace me.

Suddenly, in my reverie, I seemed to feel my hand being gently grasped.

I was startled, then looked at my hand and found it gently held in my mother's left hand.

Before I could fully process what was happening, I heard a faint call.

"Xiao Yi." I turned my head quickly and saw that my mother had opened her eyes. My heart was instantly overwhelmed with overwhelming joy.

"Sister Qian, you're finally awake!" I blurted out, my voice trembling.

My mother opened her mouth, but she seemed too weak to speak.

I suppressed my excitement and, disregarding my image, knelt beside her, gently covering her mouth, and said, "Don't speak yet, rest for a while. I'll call the doctor to come and check you up right away. Thank goodness, thank God!" I stammered. My

mother obediently remained silent, watching me silently. Her eyes were no longer cold; instead, they held a complex mix of shyness and something else entirely.

Then, I took out my phone and dialed the head of the medical team, asking them to come as quickly as possible. Next, I called my grandfather and told him the good news that my mother had woken up. When he heard the news, he excitedly shouted "Really?!" on the other end of the line, making my ears ring.

After hanging up, I realized my hand was still covering my mother's mouth, and I gave her an embarrassed smile before letting go.

My mother continued to look at me silently, her eyes filled with increasing tenderness.

Looking at her, I felt a thousand words I wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come out. After staring at her blankly for a few moments, I suddenly leaned down, hugged her, buried my face in the hair behind her neck, and inhaled her fragrance, my heart pounding with inexplicable emotion.

My mother didn't struggle, quietly letting me hold her.

After hugging her for a while, I realized that my actions might have been a bit presumptuous, so I quickly let go, sat up straight on the edge of the bed, looked at her, and awkwardly didn't know what to say.

"Yi, help me up," my mother said weakly and softly.

Upon hearing this, I quickly stood up, reached out to support her back, and carefully helped her sit up. Then I sat diagonally behind her, letting her lean against my right chest. As I did this, my mind raced with excitement, thinking, "Yi? She actually called me Yi instead of Xiao Yi! What does this mean? Does it mean she's accepted me?" After my mother was seated, afraid she might lose her balance, I reached out and wrapped my right arm around her waist. Because it was quite hot, although there was air conditioning indoors, my grandmother was worried my mother would get too hot, and also to make it easier for her to bathe and use the restroom, so she only dressed her in a thin beige nightgown, without even a bra.

Because of this, when I wrapped my arm around her waist, unable to see what was in front, my palm accidentally pressed against her lower abdomen. For a moment, through the thin fabric, I felt my fingers pressing against a patch of thick, soft hair. That must be my mother's mons pubis. I felt it was slightly raised, soft and elastic.

Feeling my hand in an inappropriate place, a surge of excitement welled up inside me. I quickly raised my hand and placed it against her lower abdomen, instantly feeling its soft warmth. At the same time, because my mother was leaning against my chest, her natural fragrance filled my nostrils.

My heart, for some reason, stirred with excitement and panic, and my body began to heat up uncontrollably, even my breathing becoming slightly heavier.

When my right palm touched her mons pubis and lower abdomen, my mother trembled slightly, but ultimately she didn't object.

"Sister Qian, how are you feeling now?" I asked somewhat uneasily, still worried that she might think I had pressed her mons pubis on purpose.

"Yi, thank you," my mother said softly, turning her head slightly towards me.

"Sister Qian..." I stammered in response, unsure of what to say. When she was asleep, I could say whatever I wanted, but now that she was awake, I didn't know how to interact with her. Perhaps her rejection of me last time had left too deep an impression on me, making me unconsciously a little reserved, afraid of inadvertently offending her again.

"Yi, was everything you said before true?" my mother suddenly asked softly.

"Before?" I was taken aback, unsure of what she meant by "before.

" "When I wasn't awake," my mother added, a hint of shyness in her voice.

When she wasn't awake? A thought flashed through my mind, and I remembered the things I had said to her, the words expressing my affection. "She asked me this, could it be that she heard everything? Could it be that she hasn't completely lost consciousness?" I wondered excitedly.

"It's true, every single word is true." I managed to suppress my excitement and answered her as calmly as possible.

Hearing my confident reply, my mother's body trembled slightly. After a moment of silence, she relaxed, rested her head against my cheek, sighed softly, and slowly said, "Actually, I regained some consciousness while I was in the hospital, but I just couldn't control my body. It was like my soul was imprisoned inside. I could hear and feel everything that was happening outside." She paused, then continued, "Thank you for being there for me, and thank you for loving me so much. I know you're sincere, and I believe you're someone I can entrust my life to, but..." She stopped abruptly, afraid she might say something I didn't want to hear. I turned and hugged her tightly from the front, mustering my courage to kiss her red lips.

Having heard all that, and considering her tone and reaction, I was pretty sure she was moved by my sincerity, but she seemed to still have some reservations. However, I decided not to let those reservations become a barrier between us. Now that I understood her feelings, I decided I couldn't let happiness slip through my fingers again. If not now, when?

After I suddenly kissed her, my mother struggled slightly in my arms for a few moments, then quieted down, though her breathing became rapid.

I breathed heavily, passionately kissing her fragrant lips, while simultaneously probing with my tongue, trying to breach her delicate teeth.

My mother seemed a little overwhelmed by my forceful kiss; she gently swayed her head, tilting it back, trying to escape my pursuit, but I wasn't about to let her go.

Throughout the kiss, my eyes remained open, watching my mother's facial expressions. My mother seemed afraid to look at me; her eyes were closed, her face flushed with embarrassment.

After half a minute of this, with nowhere left to escape, my mother finally loosened her teeth slightly, and I seized the opportunity to slip my tongue inside. Instantly, my tongue touched hers, which seemed to be trying to pull away. I took the opportunity to probe even deeper, our tongues intertwining.

At the moment our tongues met, I felt my mother's body tremble slightly, her body stiffening for a moment before relaxing again. I felt a surge of excitement coursing through my body, as if an electric current had swiftly passed through me.

Just at this beautiful moment, a loud, jarring shout rang in our ears.

"Old man, hurry up, don't block my way, quick!" Grandma's anxious, excited voice came from the stairs.

I hadn't expected Grandpa and Grandma to be back so quickly; they probably hadn't gone far from home.

Hearing Grandma's voice, I reluctantly let go of my mother and sat behind her, supporting her. My mother blushed and lowered her head, seemingly afraid that her grandparents would see her embarrassment.

In that short time, Grandpa and Grandma had already rushed, half-running, into my mother's bedroom.

Grandma rushed to my mother's side, looked at her excitedly, then opened her arms and hugged her tightly, burying her face in her shoulder and bursting into tears. Between sobs, she choked out things like, "Daughter, Mom was so worried." Hearing Grandma cry, my mother reached out and hugged her back, calling out "Mom," before also sobbing.

Seeing the two of them like this, I stood up and made room for them. Grandpa, looking excited and happy, stood by, his eyes red, gently patting their backs to comfort them.

After a long while, Grandma finally stopped crying, and just then, the medical team arrived. They gave my mother a thorough examination and confirmed that she was out of danger. Seeing that she was still very weak, they gave her two bottles of intravenous nutrition. During the IV drip, Grandma held Mom's hand the whole time, rambling on and on about all her worries and fears from the past year. She kept asking Mom about the situation and whether she was feeling any discomfort, leaving Grandpa and me no chance to interject.

I didn't mind being temporarily ignored; after all, Grandma's deep love for her daughter was completely understandable. And I didn't feel neglected either, especially after receiving a tender and apologetic look from Mom.

While listening to their conversation, I heard Mom tell Grandma that she had accidentally hit the car in front of her because she was distracted while driving. Hearing this, a thought struck me. It suddenly occurred to me that Mom was indirectly caused by me; my bold confession back then had probably disturbed her peace of mind.

"So, Mom wasn't truly indifferent to me back then," I thought to myself with a sigh.

Chapter Nine: The Time of Romance

After all the commotion, peace finally returned to the house.

After her IV drip finished, my mother, still quite weak, fell into a deep sleep. Seeing her asleep, I was actually quite anxious, afraid she wouldn't wake up again like before. So, I insisted on staying in her bedroom, waiting for her to wake up. My grandparents, seeing my insistence, let me be.

Fortunately, my worries were unnecessary; three hours later, my mother slowly woke up. As soon as she woke up, I quickly dropped the newspaper I'd been reading for three hours without understanding its contents, rushed to her bedside, sat in the chair by the bedside, and looked at my mother, still sleepy and with a delicate expression.

"Sister Qian, you're finally awake," I said softly.

Hearing me, my mother gently turned her head to look at me and smiled. Seeing this smile, so different from her professional, formal smile at work, I suddenly felt the world brighten up.

"Were you afraid I wouldn't wake up again?" my mother asked softly.

Knowing she had guessed my thoughts, I gave an embarrassed, silly smile. Instead of answering her directly, I gently took her hand and said, "If you really become Sleeping Beauty again, then I'll protect you for the rest of my life." Hearing this, a blush immediately rose on my mother's face.

After looking at me quietly for a few seconds, her smile vanished, and she asked seriously, "Yi, don't you really care that I'm so much older than you? I'm old enough to be your mother. And even if you don't mind my age, what about your parents and family? Will they accept me? Also, I have to be honest with you, I used to be with another man and had a son, but we separated, and I don't know where my son is anymore. Don't you mind that?" After asking, she stared at me intently, her expression seemingly a little nervous.

I met her gaze and said sincerely with a smile, "I really don't mind how much older you are than me. If I really did, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you. As for my family, you don't need to worry about them either. I live alone; my parents have passed away, and I don't have any siblings. Since my father was an orphan, I don't have any uncles or other relatives. Besides, even if I did, I wouldn't care what they think. I'm the one who loves you, not them. As for your past, I don't care. What I care about is our future." After saying that, I added in my mind, "Of course you can be my mother. You are my biological mother." Seeing me say this, my mother's slightly tense expression finally relaxed.

After I finished speaking, I leaned over to kiss her lips. This time, she didn't stop me, closed her eyes slightly, and let me kiss her.

After the kiss, I sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at her, and said half-seriously, half-jokingly, "Sister Qian, you're old enough to be my mother. If I were really your son, I'd be so lucky. How many people in the world have such a beautiful and wonderful mother like you?" My mother blushed and said, "Nonsense! Since you like being my son so much, why are you still chasing after me? I might as well just let you be my godson." She couldn't help but chuckle, seemingly imagining my embarrassment at her words.

Unfortunately, I wasn't embarrassed; instead, my heart pounded wildly.

"Alright, then I'll acknowledge you as my mother for now, hehe, Mom?" I said, pretending to joke.

"Yes, good son," my mother replied with a smile, looking at me happily, seemingly amused by my "joke."

Hearing her respond to my address, I felt both excited and moved. I never imagined that the first time I'd called myself "Mom" would be under such circumstances.

"My dear mother, please marry me, okay?" I continued, pretending to joke.

My mother chuckled and replied, "I went through so much to give birth to you, and now I have to be your wife? Wouldn't I be losing out?" She seemed to be happily caught up in the joke, echoing my words. I never expected her to have such a humorous and cheerful side beneath her usually dignified and serious exterior.

She said it without thinking, but I, the listener, felt my blood boil. This kind of conversation was so exciting, I decided to take the opportunity to push the excitement to the limit.

Thinking so excitedly, I continued, "How could it be losing out? You gave birth to a son, and he gave you a husband in return, isn't that even?" "Even if it's even, then in the future I'll have to give your son another son, wouldn't that be losing out again?" My mother retorted without thinking.

However, after saying that, she seemed to realize that I had led her to discuss such a taboo and outrageous topic as incest, even bringing up incestuous offspring. Feeling embarrassed, she immediately turned her head away, gave a soft "humph," and pretended to ignore me.

I chuckled and could only regretfully stop the conversation.

Grandma happened to come up from downstairs at that moment, smiling broadly at us, and said, "I think I heard you talking about having a son. What, you haven't even had your wedding banquet yet, and you're already discussing having a son? Isn't that a bit too hasty?" I continued to chuckle, speechless. My mother, caught off guard by my grandmother's words, was momentarily speechless. Turning to her grandmother with a blushing face, she said, "Mom, what are you saying? Who's in a hurry to discuss having a son? We're not even close to having a son yet." My grandmother walked over, not arguing, pulled up a chair and sat down. She looked at my mother and me, then said seriously, "I don't care if you've discussed it or not. Seriously, when are you two planning to get married and have your wedding banquet? I really want to hold my grandson soon." "Soon, very soon," I quickly replied. After saying that, I smiled at my mother and saw her give me a slightly embarrassed glare, but she ultimately didn't refute me.

Hearing my answer, my grandmother smiled and nodded, then began to nag about my mother's past, saying that she'd been urging her to find a partner for twenty years, but she'd always dragged her feet. She wondered if her standards were too high, as she seemed to find no one suitable, causing her and her husband endless worry. Now, finally, someone had come along who could tame her, and so on.

Grandma's nagging made Mom's face flush red and then pale. She tried several times to interrupt Grandma, but Grandma ignored her and continued talking. Finally, Grandma finished looking at Mom and talking to her, and went downstairs satisfied. When it was just the two of us, I looked at Mom with a smile, while Mom pretended to glare at me.

Over the next four or five days, with careful care, Mom quickly recovered and was no longer so weak. Through these days of spending time together, my relationship with Mom deepened considerably. I noticed that Mom was increasingly showing a girlish side in front of me; perhaps this was the magic of love. However, there were also many times when she truly felt like a mother. This seemingly contradictory feeling, I liked very much, even enjoyed.

That morning, after everyone had breakfast together, I saw the weather was very nice and suggested taking Mom out for a walk. Mom readily agreed.

Then, Mom said she needed to change clothes and went back upstairs first. My grandparents went out for a walk. After a while, she came downstairs again. I glanced at her and my eyes lit up. She had her hair styled in a mature and elegant way, and she wore a sleeveless white cheongsam with blue floral patterns, the hem of which just covered her thighs a few centimeters above her knees. She wore crystal high-heeled sandals. This outfit perfectly accentuated her snow-white neck, her well-proportioned and shapely figure, and her long, slender, fair legs, giving her a classical and elegant beauty.

My mother noticed me staring at her and gave me a confident yet reserved smile, walking towards me gracefully. As she moved, the slit in her cheongsam revealed glimpses of her fair skin, making my eyes widen even more. I was a little excited, thinking to myself, "In the near future, Mom's alluring body will be completely mine." "Silly boy, what are you still looking at? Haven't you seen enough yet? Hurry up and get out of here," my mother said coquettishly as she walked up to me.

Over the past few days, since we've both realized our feelings for each other and opened up to each other, I've occasionally let my true colors show, displaying a bit of a lecherous side in front of her. She's long been used to it and doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, so I'm not afraid of her seeing me looking at her with a slightly lecherous gaze. Of course, if someone else looked at her like that, she'd probably get angry on the spot and immediately label them a pervert.

Hearing my mother, who is also my future wife, speak, I quickly straightened up and accompanied her out the door to the SUV parked by the roadside.

Suddenly, my mother stopped, covered her mouth with her hand, and burst out laughing. I was taken aback and then followed her gaze, only to see a scene that made me laugh too. It turned out that my car hadn't been driven for a long time and had been parked there all along. Now, because of a patch of mud on the front tire, a few clumps of wild grass had sprouted on it.

After finally managing to suppress my laughter, my mother asked, "Why is your car all overgrown with weeds? How long has it been since you drove it?" I thought for a moment and said, "Well, about a year. Anyway, since you were transferred home from the hospital, I've been with you the whole time and haven't gone out at all, so I haven't driven." As I said this, I started to worry a little about whether the car could even start.

After hearing my answer, my mother suddenly looked at me tenderly, then leaned in and gently kissed me on the cheek.

My heart fluttered instantly. I thought to myself, "So there's this advantage to having weeds growing in the car. I should have planted some grass in it on purpose."

Afterward, I opened the car door and checked the car's condition. I found that the interior and engine were still in excellent condition. It was indeed a high-end car that I bought at a high price; the quality was top-notch.

After checking the car, I drove my mother towards a forest park outside the city.

In the park, I whispered sweet nothings to my mother while taking pictures of her. She, like a bird released from its cage, strolled along the path, leaving behind countless laughs. Of course, I also took the opportunity to hug and kiss her three times, each time intoxicating; the exquisite feeling was truly indescribable.

At noon, having had a wonderful time, we returned to the city and found a Western restaurant, ordering a small private room for lunch.

Initially, we sat on opposite sides of the table. After the waiter brought our food, I got up, went to the door, locked the door from the inside, and sat down next to my mother.

"Why didn't you sit in the perfectly good spot over there? Why did you squeeze in here? Are you up to something again?" My mother seemed to suspect my ulterior motives and chuckled as she spoke.

I didn't answer immediately, but instead focused on quickly cutting a piece of steak, then wrapped my left arm around her waist from behind.

“Because I want to feed you, I’m afraid my future wife will go hungry,” I said, forking a small piece of steak, adding sauce, and bringing it to her lips.

My mother struggled symbolically for a moment, seemingly displeased that I was feeding her like a child, but then obediently opened her mouth and ate the steak I offered, leaning her upper body slightly towards me.

And so, my mother and I, one bite at a time, quickly finished the steak. After finishing, I put down my fork and casually placed my hand on her thigh.

My mother instinctively pressed down on my right hand, but then released it, closing her eyes slightly and resting her head on mine.

Seeing her acquiescence, I felt a surge of excitement. My hand, which had been on her thigh, began to caress her smooth, supple leg, gradually slipping under her skirt.

Sensing my movement, my mother squeezed her legs together, her body trembling slightly, but she didn't stop me.

Seeing her tacit consent, I boldly slipped my right hand under her skirt, tracing her thigh to the groin, until my trembling fingers touched the soft flesh beneath her thin panties.

When my fingers touched that alluring spot deep beneath her skirt, my heart roared with excitement, "God, I've finally put my hand under my own mother's skirt, touched her genitals!" When my fingers touched her genitals, covered by her panties, I felt my mother's body stiffen slightly, but she still didn't stop me.

Of course, I wasn't satisfied with just that. At that moment, I felt my blood rushing, a wave of excitement washing over me.

I quickly glanced at the locked door and the lowered blinds, then pushed the table in front of me to the opposite side, making room. Then, I pushed my mother down onto the wide leather seat.

As I did so, she let out a soft moan, her hands instinctively reaching to her chest as she gently pushed me away. But then she gave up resisting, her face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes closed, letting my upper body press against hers. Her breathing, however, became noticeably rapid and heavy, her full breasts, tightly encased in her clothes, heaving.

After pinning her down, I wrapped my left arm around her neck from behind, while my right hand, still inside her skirt, hooked my fingers around her panties and pulled them down her thighs. Because my mother was lying diagonally on the seat, only her upper body could fully rest on it, with half her buttocks and legs still protruding from the seat, supported by her feet, her panties were easily pulled down to the back of her knees, which were bent at a ninety-degree angle.

The moment I pulled down my mother's panties, I felt my blood boil even more intensely. I eagerly reached my trembling right hand back under her skirt, my hand landing on her vulva at the end of her beautiful legs.

Because my mother's legs were still tightly closed, my touch only reached her soft, full, inverted triangular mons pubis, my fingers clearly feeling a patch of soft pubic hair.

After rubbing her mons pubis a few times, I closed my fingers and probed downwards along it. Instantly, my fingers touched a slightly moist, smooth slit. Continuing to push along the slit, I felt it getting deeper and wetter until finally, my middle finger was completely inside, my fingertip exploring a warm, moist opening.

"Ah, this is my mother's vulva, her labia, this little opening, this is her vaginal opening, I was born from here!" At that moment, I screamed with incredible excitement, feeling my penis become incredibly hard.

The instant my right hand touched her labia and vaginal opening, I clearly felt my mother's body tremble. Her legs clamped tighter, and her hips swayed slightly with unease. Her lips parted slightly, and she let out a soft, trembling moan.

Just as I was about to insert my finger slightly into her vaginal opening, wanting to savor it, my mother suddenly opened her eyes, breathing heavily, and said shyly in a low voice, "Yi, no." Hearing this, I stopped what I was doing with great willpower, even in my excitement. I really wanted to taste her body, especially her genitals, but only if she didn't object or feel uncomfortable. "What's wrong?"

I asked softly, trying to keep my voice calm, suppressing my excitement.

"Not here, okay? I'm scared," my mother said softly.

I kissed her, nodded in agreement, and reluctantly pulled my right hand out from under her skirt, helped her up, and put my arms around her waist.

"Yi, I hope... I hope I can give myself to you on our wedding night, okay?" My mother looked at me and said shyly. It seemed she was worried that I would take advantage of her on the spot.

I pulled her close to my chest, my face pressed against hers, and said with a smile, "Okay, but I need to collect some interest first." "You're so annoying, you pervert!" My mother said coquettishly, relieved.

Then, she stood up, her face flushed, and with her back to me, pulled her white panties back up to her lower body. As she pulled up her panties, the hem of her cheongsam was also pulled up to her waist, instantly revealing her round, snow-white buttocks and the tender pink labia peeking out from her cleft, all of which came into my view. Of course, her pair of fair and beautiful legs were also fully displayed before my eyes.

Seeing this scene, I almost had a nosebleed from the stimulation. I barely managed to control the excitement and impulse in my heart, and didn't act on the thought of rushing over to hug her and immediately thrusting my hard, engorged penis into her vagina from behind.

After my mother put her panties back on and rearranged the hem of her cheongsam, she turned around. When she saw my obviously lustful expression, her face turned even redder with embarrassment. She smiled faintly at me, then gracefully walked back to my side and sat down.

I then pulled the table back to its original position and continued eating with my mother. However, as I ate, my mind kept replaying the ecstatic sensation of my hand slipping under her skirt, and my penis remained erect for a long time.

Seeing my somewhat dazed appearance, my mother found it both amusing and heartbreaking. After a moment's hesitation, she boldly used a fork to pick up some steak and feed me, seemingly trying to make amends. She acted much like a mother coaxing a child to eat. However, I, like a restless child, kept wandering, my hand wandering to her thigh and lightly touching it. This time, my mother didn't interrupt my caresses, but whenever my hand ventured deeper under her skirt to tease her genitals, she gently pressed my hand down.

Finally, under my pleading gaze, my mother surrendered. After finishing the last piece of steak, she blushed, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, "What's the rush? I'll always be yours. I'm just afraid you won't want me anymore." Hearing her words, my heart instantly blossomed. The whole world seemed to brighten, and every breath I took felt full of passion and vitality. Then, in my excitement, I returned her a long, passionate kiss.

A dozen minutes later, my mother and I walked out of the restaurant hand in hand. A faint blush lingered on my mother's face, while I looked radiant with pride.

Afterward, we went straight home. After dropping her off at her doorstep, I mysteriously changed buses and went for a drive. When I returned home, I found a dazzling diamond wedding ring in my pocket.

Chapter Ten: My Mother Finally Married Me

That evening, after dinner, my grandparents watched TV in the living room with my mother.

I said goodbye and went back upstairs to my room. After fussing for a while, I excitedly came back downstairs.

As soon as I entered the living room, I was immediately stared at by all three of them. I was wearing a very formal suit, something I had never done in front of them before.

Under their gaze, I walked straight to my mother and looked at her affectionately. Just as my mother blushed slightly under my gaze, I suddenly did something that surprised them all.

I knelt down on one knee facing my mother, took out a red heart-shaped box containing a diamond ring, presented it to her, and then, with utmost sincerity and excitement, said to her, "Meiqian, will you marry me?"

Hearing me call her by her name for the first time and formally propose, my mother seemed unaccustomed to the occasion, her face flushed with embarrassment as she froze.

"Daughter, say yes!" my grandmother said, beaming, and my grandfather also smiled broadly.

This time, my mother finally reacted. She looked at me with loving eyes, and after a few seconds of silence, she shyly agreed, "I promise you." Her ears turned bright red with embarrassment.

Although I knew she would agree, hearing her say it to my face still filled me with boundless joy: my dream was finally beginning to come true. Excitedly, I took out the ring, took her hand, and slipped it onto her finger.

After doing this, I stood up, picked my mother up, and spun her around a few times, shouting with joy. My grandparents, watching from the side, couldn't stop laughing.

After spinning her around, I gently put her down. Her face was still flushed, as if she couldn't quite process what I had done in front of them, but beneath the blush, the deep happiness on her face was undeniable.

After we stood up straight, before I could say anything, my grandmother started commenting on us. She said that my suit and my mother's modified cheongsam matched perfectly; we looked like a match made in heaven. My grandfather chuckled and nodded in agreement.

My mother seemed a little embarrassed by my grandmother's comment, so she took my hand and we ran up to the rooftop on the third floor, which made the two elders laugh heartily again. Once

on the rooftop, my mother stood in front of the railing, and I put my arms around her waist from behind. Because I'm 1.8 meters tall, even though my mother isn't short, she still looked petite and delicate against me.

After holding her, I pulled my right hand out from somewhere on my person and, as if by magic, produced a bright red rose, which I held up to her nose.

My mother took the roses, holding them in one hand and using the other to cover my hand that was resting on her lower abdomen. She tilted her head back slightly, turned to face me, and pressed her red lips to my cheek.

"Do you like them?" I asked gently after returning her kiss.

"Mmm," my mother responded softly, leaning her head closer to mine, our faces touching. For a moment, neither of us spoke, just embracing

each other tenderly, bathed in the moonlight. The next morning, after breakfast, my mother and I went to the marriage registration office with our ID cards to legally establish our marital relationship.

The process went smoothly; the staff carefully checked our identification documents and quickly processed our paperwork. When I finally received the bright red marriage certificate, I opened it immediately. Looking at the intimate photo of my mother and me, and the names Zheng Yi and He Meiqian written in the couple's information section, an overwhelming feeling of excitement, thrill, and happiness instantly filled my heart.

From that moment on, my biological mother officially became my legal wife.

I examined the brand-new marriage certificate for a while, then turned to look at my mother, who was handing out wedding candies to the staff with a blushing and happy expression. I thought to myself, "Mom, perhaps you'll never know that I'm your biological son, but I will always remember that you are my biological mother, and now, my wife. Whether you are my mother or my wife, I will dedicate my life to loving you and making you truly happy." Thinking this, I felt a sense of maturity, a newfound sense of responsibility.

While I was reflecting, my mother finished handing out the wedding candies. She turned around, saw me looking at her tenderly, and quickly walked to my side, taking my arm. I smiled at her, then led her out of the marriage registration office, and we drove home together.

On the way home, my mother and I discussed the upcoming arrangements—specifically, the wedding arrangements. However, after much discussion, we finally realized that the key issue was timing. Only after confirming the specific date for the wedding could we begin to plan everything else.

When I got home, I found my maternal grandparents there. I immediately told them that my mother and I had officially registered our marriage. When I addressed them as "Mom and Dad," their faces lit up with immense relief, joy, and happiness; they couldn't stop smiling. Actually, when I called them "Mom and Dad," my heart skipped a beat, a strange sense of excitement washing over me.

Then, my grandmother pulled my mother aside and started asking when she could hold her grandchild, making my mother blush and glance at me repeatedly, as if seeking my help. I could only offer her a helpless smile. There was nothing I could do about my grandmother's nagging.

Next, I mentioned the wedding date to my grandfather. After listening, he thought about it carefully and then told me that it would be best to have someone calculate the date to be on the safe side; it couldn't be set casually. Grandma, overhearing our discussion, quickly joined in and agreed with Grandpa's point of view. Now that we had a direction, the rest was easier. After asking for my exact birth date, Grandpa excitedly went out to find a fortune teller to calculate it.

An hour or so later, he returned. He told us the wedding date had been chosen: a weekend six months from now.

With the date set, we started discussing other preparations. After a long discussion, we finally decided to hold the wedding in H city. I don't have many relatives in G city, and it's not really my hometown, so it doesn't matter where the banquet is held; the important thing is to accommodate my mother's relatives.

Regarding the new house, my in-laws initially suggested I decorate at my current home, but I disagreed. I felt that having the new house at my in-laws' house would make it seem like I was marrying into their family, which wasn't appropriate. My plan was to buy a house in H city, preferably a detached villa. Since there were still six months until the wedding, we could renovate it immediately. When I proposed this plan, my grandparents initially objected, arguing it was too wasteful of money. However, after I roughly explained my assets to them, they were taken aback for a moment, and then had no further objections.

With the major aspects settled, we didn't delve into the remaining details. I took care of everything except sending invitations to the bride's relatives.

During the discussions, my mother mostly remained silent, adopting a hands-off approach.

This attitude filled me with a strange sense of satisfaction and deepened my affection for her.

After discussing the common issues, my mother and I went upstairs to her bedroom to continue discussing our own matters.

Since my mother's supervisor position at the hotel hadn't been revoked, two days ago, the hotel management, knowing she had recovered, came to visit and offered their condolences. They also suggested that if her health had fully recovered, the hotel hoped she could return to work as soon as possible. My mother decided that she would return to work at the hotel for the time being. She said she had worked there for over ten years and had developed a strong attachment to the hotel, so she didn't want to quit immediately. I respected and understood her decision.

Although I'm quite wealthy, I didn't want to completely confine my mother to my side; as long as she was happy, that was fine.

Actually, besides respecting her wishes, I also had a selfish reason for not objecting to my mother continuing to work at the hotel. I've always found my mother most attractive in her uniform skirt, and I hoped to see her like that more often. Of course, even if she left that profession, if I suggested she wear similar attire, she would probably try her best to accommodate my preferences, but then it would lack a certain authentic charm.

Over the next few days, my mother and I went to a villa area in the suburbs to investigate. Ultimately, we bought a villa near a small lake in a secluded environment and finalized the renovation arrangements.

During these days, my mother was extremely enthusiastic, completely embracing her role as the lady of the house, especially when discussing renovation details with the renovation company. Her focused and dedicated demeanor made me, the husband, feel quite ashamed.

However, since my mother took the lead in renovating the house, I didn't feel any loss or discomfort; in fact, I was quite enjoying it.

Since we had officially established our marital relationship, my usually dignified and reserved mother had become much more open with me these past few days, treating me entirely as a wife. Hugging and kissing went without saying, but what excited me most was that one time in the car, after kissing and groping her, I excitedly told her I wanted to see her genitals. My mother was extremely embarrassed, but she still granted my wish. She was wearing a rather casual skirt suit at the time. She reached under her skirt, pulled off her panties, and then turned to face me, shyly opening her legs. She wanted to lift her skirt to her waist, but I stopped her, only letting her spread her legs as wide as possible until her alluring thighs stretched the skirt to its limit. I felt that peeking at her genitals under her skirt like this was even more exciting and stimulating.

This was the first time I had ever seen my mother's genitals. The feeling from that sight was completely different from the feeling of touching them; it was a unique and stimulating pleasure. Imagine your mother wearing a skirt, spreading her legs so you can see up close her bare genitals, her white inner thighs, her full mons pubis, her dark pubic hair, her delicate, shy labia, and her half-open vaginal opening—all these beautiful sights are clearly visible to you. How would you feel? Well, I was so stimulated that I couldn't help but tremble all over, and my penis instantly became rock hard.

At that moment, I not only looked, but also reached down and slowly touched the inside of her smooth, white thighs, slipping my hand inside her skirt. As I looked, I teased her labia and clitoris with my fingers. Finally, after teasing her until she couldn't help but gasp and her lower body was incredibly wet, I even inserted my fingers into her vagina, which was constantly overflowing with clear, sticky love juice, gently stirring the tender vaginal walls inside.

While I was playing with her, I was naturally excited and my blood was boiling, while my mother kept her eyes tightly closed, her face flushed, her head slightly tilted back, and she couldn't help but let out faint moans. Her hands were tightly gripping my arms, I didn't know if she wanted to stop me or pull my hand deeper into her skirt.

After watching and playing with my mother's genitals for a while, I was so aroused that I wanted to take her right there and then, eager to insert my penis into her vagina or even her uterus, to fully enjoy the thrill of incestuous intercourse with my own mother.

Fortunately, just as I was about to act, a group of students walked towards my car. Their loud laughter and chatter startled me, forcing me to abandon my next move against my mother, and reluctantly pulled my hand out from under her skirt.

After I pulled my hand out, my mother slumped weakly against the seat, her chest still heaving rapidly, unable to calm down for a long time.

After this interruption, I did not continue to violate my mother, but restrained my impulse, started the car, and drove straight home.

When we got home, my mother still felt weak all over and almost couldn't walk steadily. In the end, I had to half-support her to walk. After walking a few steps, I noticed a damp patch, several fingers wide, on the back of my mother's skirt. I immediately guessed it was from the vaginal fluid that had seeped out. This discovery stirred a surge of desire within me, but I didn't say anything.

I helped my mother upstairs to her bedroom. Luckily, my grandparents weren't home at the time; otherwise, if they had seen my mother in such an embarrassing state, my thin-skinned mother would probably have been mortified.

After that experience, for the rest of the time, until the day of my wedding with my mother, I tried my best to restrain myself, refraining from touching her body excessively, especially her genitals. I was afraid that I would lose control and take her body. I had promised her that I would take her body on our wedding night, and I didn't want to break that promise. Moreover, I genuinely hoped that our first sexual encounter would be on our wedding night. Of course, my obsession with this was, to put it bluntly, self-degrading and self-torture; the feeling of seeing and touching her yet deliberately suppressing my primal urges was truly agonizing. "Why did I set the wedding date so far in the first place? What a mistake!" I often lamented to myself. Fortunately, my mother's admiring and caring gaze, and her ever-growing affection for me, provided much comfort and encouragement, and I managed to get through it.

During this time, my mother went back to work at a hotel for a while, and even took a week off to have our wedding photos taken. As for me, while spending time with my mother, I also took the time to gradually put my previous plans into action, and everything went smoothly.

Chapter Eleven: The Grand Wedding with My Mother

After everything was prepared well in advance, the most exciting day, which I had been eagerly anticipating, finally arrived.

Because I had spent a lot of money hiring a well-known wedding planning company to plan and oversee my wedding, and also entrusted several close friends to help me receive my classmates, friends, and old acquaintances from my adoptive parents, I didn't have to worry about anything else that day, except being the groom.

I got up very early that morning. After being fussed over by a large group of people for half a day, and after getting ready, seeing that the time had come, amidst the entourage, with an incredibly excited and apprehensive heart, I led a long, luxurious motorcade straight to my maternal grandparents' house to pick up my bride, my mother. The

wedding procession went smoothly. When I carried my mother, wearing a classic, elegant yet sexy white wedding dress, into the car, my heart was hit with the first wave of happiness of the day.

After picking up the bride, the motorcade returned to my new villa. On the way back, I sent the best man and bridesmaids to the front seats so my mother and I could enjoy a brief moment of newlywed bliss.

In the back, I held my mother close, gazing at her dignified and beautiful bride face, momentarily mesmerized. With her meticulous makeup, my mother's face, which already looked like she was in her thirties, appeared even more delicate, yet possessed a captivating mature charm—truly breathtaking.

Seeing me staring at her, my mother smiled at me, her face radiating happiness, and whispered, "You've been looking at me for so long, aren't you satisfied?" I hugged her tighter and replied, "Of course I'm satisfied, I could look at you for a lifetime and still not be satisfied. I wish you were my bride every day." "You're fickle," my mother playfully scolded.

Then, whispering sweet nothings, the motorcade returned to the villa. Guided by the emcee, my mother and I completed a series of ceremonies according to custom. After a short rest, around 5 or 6 pm, we returned to the car and headed to the five-star hotel where the wedding was being held for the welcoming ceremony and the grand wedding ceremony.

My mother and I arrived at the hotel and stood at the entrance to greet our arriving relatives and friends. While my classmates and friends were being polite, many of my mother's relatives and friends, seeing me, the young and handsome groom for the first time, showered my mother with compliments, saying she had found a truly excellent husband. This made my mother even more shy and happy, frequently casting me sweet, blissful glances.

Finally, the arduous but joyful welcoming ceremony ended, and it was time for the important final moment of the wedding ceremony.

My mother and I waited anxiously and nervously outside the banquet hall for a moment before the wedding march finally began.

As the music began, the doors slowly opened, revealing a long red carpet adorned with countless dazzling crystal chandeliers and roses. At the end of the carpet was a large stage, its backdrop a huge banner displaying our sweet wedding photos. The words "May you have a long and happy marriage" were prominently displayed. "Do you

like it?" I asked my mother tenderly before taking her hand and stepping down the aisle.

"Yes, I love it. Yi, my heart is pounding," she said excitedly. "

Then remember to call me 'husband' louder later," I said with a smile, because she had said she would only call me "husband" after the wedding.

Hearing this, my mother blushed and pretended not to respond, but then nodded slightly.

Then, hand in hand, my mother and I walked down the red carpet, step by step towards the stage amidst the cheers and gazes of countless relatives and friends lining the aisle. Along the way, firework tubes were continuously opened by the staff, spraying out colorful confetti that rained down on us, adding to the romance of our walk hand in hand.

Finally, the red carpet was over, and I gently put my arm around my mother's waist as we stepped onto the stage. Reaching the center of the stage, when I turned around and saw so many relatives and guests staring at us, my heart was filled with immense excitement and satisfaction. Tell me, who else in the world could walk down the aisle with their own mother in front of so many eyes, and proudly marry her?

After we stood in position, the emcee guided us through the planned wedding ceremony, one step at a time. When the emcee finally announced, "Next, let's witness the couple's exchanging vows. Shall we give them a round of applause?" my already excited heart began to pound even faster. Once this ceremony is completed, my mother and I will be united in the traditional sense, and that union will be finalized. From that moment on, the world, both legally and traditionally, will have to acknowledge our marital relationship.

Finally, after my grandparents took their seats, the emcee, amidst applause from the guests, solemnly announced the steps of the ceremony.

"First bow to Heaven and Earth!" "Second bow to the parents!" "Husband and wife bow to each other!" With the announcement, my mother and I perfectly completed the mutual bowing. At the moment the ceremony concluded, I looked up at my mother and found her looking at me as well. We gazed at each other with deep affection, as if this moment were eternal.

"Alright, the wedding ceremony for the newlyweds is now successfully completed. Now, let us all give the newlyweds another round of applause, wishing them a lifetime of love and many children," the emcee announced at the opportune moment.

After another round of enthusiastic applause subsided, the emcee turned to face us and asked with a smile, "The wedding is now complete. Do you two have anything to say to each other in front of everyone?" Hearing this, I took the microphone from the emcee, faced my mother, and excitedly said loudly, "Wife, I swear, I will spend my whole life loving you and making you happy. If there is a next life, I will definitely find you in the vast sea of people and marry you again. Wife, I love you!" Hearing my heartfelt declaration, my mother was deeply moved; I could see her body tremble slightly.

She took the microphone from me, held it to her chest, opened her mouth, but didn't speak. I didn't know if it was from excitement or shyness, or perhaps both.

Seeing this, I took a step closer to her, stood in front of her, opened my arms, gently hugged her waist, and looked at her face to face, my eyes full of encouragement and expectation.

After I embraced my mother, amidst the applause and cheers of the guests, she blushed and glanced at me, then finally boldly confessed her love for me: "Husband, I love you too. Marrying you is the happiest thing in my life. I hope I can be your wife for all eternity." A thunderous applause erupted from the audience. In that applause, my heart was captivated. My mother's cry of "husband" made my entire soul tremble with excitement. I had waited for over a hundred days and nights to hear her say that, and now, I finally heard it. And with that "husband," it meant that from this day forward, she truly belonged entirely to me. Her heart, her body, everything about her would bear my mark, and no one could take her away from me.

Amidst the long and relentless applause, I embraced my mother for a brief, joyful moment before finally separating.

Afterwards, guided by the emcee, my mother and I went down from the stage to change into our formal attire, preparing to toast our guests and relatives to thank them for their presence and blessings. As we were about to separate and enter the dressing room, a sudden thought struck me. I turned and whispered excitedly in my mother's ear, "Wife, don't wear underwear later, okay?" The moment I finished speaking, I saw my mother's face turn completely red with embarrassment. She turned to look at me, giving me a slight, slightly annoyed glare. However, just when I was utterly disappointed, thinking she wouldn't agree, I saw her shyly and softly give me a soft "Mmm." In that instant, my heart was overwhelmed by intense joy and excited anticipation. It seemed my mother was indeed a very obedient wife; my "sexual" happiness was assured.

A few minutes later, I emerged from the dressing room, wearing a different outfit. Actually, it was still a suit, just a different color.

After I came out, I waited for about two minutes before my mother gracefully emerged from the women's dressing room. She had changed out of her slightly bulky wedding dress and was now wearing a red, sleeveless, high-necked cheongsam. That cheongsam was custom-made for her by a renowned tailor; the cut was perfect, hugging her voluptuous yet shapely figure and perfectly highlighting the curves of her neck, breasts, waist, hips, and legs.

I stared intently at my mother as she walked towards me, my gaze traveling from her tender, expressive face down to her long, shapely legs, which peeked out from beneath the cheongsam as she moved. My mother wasn't wearing stockings, but even without them, her legs appeared incredibly smooth, white, and alluring, with a captivating sensuality.

Just as I was about to drool, oblivious to my surroundings, my mother finally reached my side. Seeing my lecherous expression, her face beamed with happiness, a blush of shyness and pride spreading across her cheeks.

After we stood side-by-side, I reached out and put my arm around her waist, my hand quickly and lightly brushing against her hips through her clothes. My heart pounded wildly afterward, because I realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. The thought of my mother, completely naked under her cheongsam, accompanying me to toast the guests filled me with an inexplicable surge of excitement, instantly making my penis hard and my blood rush. Luckily, my underwear was quite tight, barely containing my erection and preventing an immediate erection; otherwise, I really wouldn't know how I would have handled such an embarrassing situation.

At this moment, the emcee and photographer, seeing that we were ready, came over. I quickly composed myself, regaining my composure, and temporarily suppressed my wonderful daydreams, preparing to go with my mother to toast the guests in gratitude.

For the next hour, accompanied and guided by the emcee, my mother and I went from table to table toasting the enthusiastic guests. Since I was drinking pure water disguised as liquor, after dozens of tables, I wasn't drunk, but I had drunk a lot of water, making my stomach feel slightly bloated. My mother fared better than me, as she didn't need to finish every glass; most of the time, she just took a small sip.

After toasting, my mother and I had finished our tasks. By then, it was dark, and without waiting for the guests to leave, my mother and I quietly slipped out of the lively banquet hall, planning to immediately drive back to our new villa in the suburbs to enjoy the infinite bliss of our wedding night.

Chapter Twelve: Mother and Son's Ecstasy on Their Wedding Night

After leaving the banquet hall, my mother and I went straight to the hotel parking lot and found the SUV I had parked there beforehand. Before driving off, just as my mother stepped into the car and sat down, I took advantage of her inattention and quickly slipped my hand between her legs, inside her cheongsam, and touched her exposed genitals. Instantly, my fingers brushed against her labia, feeling a wetness.

My mother was startled by my sudden action and instinctively let out a soft gasp, but she didn't try to stop me.

After touching her, I suppressed the overwhelming excitement and pulled my hand out from under her cheongsam, smiling at my mother while waving my wet hand in front of her face a few times.

My mother, blushing, said softly and affectionately, "Honey, let's hurry home. Later, I'll let you touch me as much as you want, okay?" Hearing this, my heart trembled, and the flames of desire burned brighter within me.

A moment of passion is priceless, and I didn't want to waste any more time. So, after hearing my mother's alluring offer, I kissed her fiercely, started the car, and sped home.

Soon, we arrived back at the villa. As soon as the car stopped, I got out and ran to the passenger door, opening it for her. The moment

my mother stepped out, I excitedly grabbed her legs and lower back, lifting her into my arms.

Knowing that the moment was about to arrive, my mother's face flushed with nervousness, anticipation, and shyness. Her breathing quickened, and she dared not meet my burning gaze.

I glanced at my mother, who was blushing shyly in my arms, and then, feeling excited and restless, I walked up to the new house on the third floor of the villa. On the way back, neither my mother nor I spoke, because at that moment, there was no need for words; everything was conveyed in the deep affection between our hearts.

The new house was large and festively decorated, especially the large red double happiness characters pasted on the wall above the bed, eye-catching and inspiring. However, my attention wasn't on those things, but on the specially made bed, which was over two meters wide. This bed, now covered with pink sheets, would bear witness to my mother and me's first physical union, and many more in the future.

My mind raced with the exciting scenes of passionate intercourse with my mother in bed, as I quickened my pace towards the bed. Reaching the bedside, I bent down and gently placed my mother on it, helping her sit with her legs bent to the left near the edge.

Once seated, my mother reached out to take off her red high heels, afraid of soiling the sheets. I stopped her, sat down close to her on her right, and put my arm around her, saying softly, "Don't take them off. I think your legs are most alluring when you wear high heels. We can wash the sheets later if they get a little dirty." As I spoke, my right hand was already touching her fair, tender thigh, most of which was exposed outside her cheongsam.

My mother obediently stopped taking off her shoes, glanced at me shyly, and then leaned her head back slightly on my shoulder, her eyes half-closed, leaving only a slit, as if waiting to be taken.

At this point, how could I possibly control my excitement and impulse? I held my mother's soft waist tightly with my left hand, breathing heavily, and lowered my head to kiss her red lips. At the same time, my right hand lifted the hem of her cheongsam and freely caressed her smooth, delicate legs, savoring the taste of her beautiful legs.

My mother responded enthusiastically to my kiss. She loosened her teeth, allowing my tongue to easily enter her mouth and intertwine with hers.

In the midst of our passionate kiss, my right hand, after caressing my mother's smooth, full thighs several times, slowly moved down her inner thighs, slipping inside her cheongsam to her groin. I touched her full mons pubis, soft pubic hair, and the moist labia beneath it, teasing her clitoris and labia with light, gentle touches of my fingertips.

My mother, attacked from both ends, couldn't help but tremble slightly. She gripped the hem of her cheongsam tightly with both hands, her legs clenched together and rubbing slightly, her upper body twisting slightly. She emitted intermittent, weak "woof" sounds, seemingly unable to bear my intrusion.

After teasing my mother for a while, she was utterly limp and panting, while I myself was aroused, my hands trembling slightly, and my penis hardening to the point of a slight ache.

"Mom, I'm about to truly become your man. I'll make sure you never forget the feeling of being possessed by me for the first time!" I roared excitedly in my heart, pulling my right hand out from inside my mother's cheongsam. While continuing to kiss her passionately, I used both hands to tear off my own clothes. In no time, I was naked.

After taking off my clothes, I knelt on the bed, embraced my mother's upper body, and slowly laid her down on the bed, straightening her legs so that her body was in a supine position.

After my mother lay down, I lay diagonally on her right side, my upper body pressing against her right breast, my right leg between her legs, rubbing against her beautiful legs, while my left hand continued to support her back, which was pressed down by her, and my right hand began to unbutton her blouse. In a few moments, all the buttons under her collar were undone, and her full breasts, tightly wrapped in a pink bra, were immediately presented before my eyes.

Without hesitation, I ripped open the front of her dress, then hooked her bra and pulled it down, freeing her breasts from their confinement.

After doing this, I paused my passionate kiss with my mother, looking up at the fruits of my labor.

When my eyes fell upon her full, firm, snow-white breasts, my passion surged even more intensely. Without hesitation, I grasped her left breast with my trembling right hand and kissed it. Instantly, my mouth and hand felt a soft, smooth, and elastic sensation.

When I unbuttoned my mother's blouse earlier, her breathing had already become more rapid. Now, as I caressed and sucked on her breasts, her chest heaved even more violently, and she couldn't help but let out soft moans from her slightly open mouth. Her hands, which had been gripping the sheets, curled up and rested on my shoulders, seemingly trying to push me away instinctively, but ultimately she didn't, only gripping my shoulders tightly.

While using my hands and mouth, my right leg wasn't idle either, rubbing and entwining between my mother's legs, feeling the smoothness and delicacy of her thighs.

After rubbing for a while, I simply pulled my hand away and pulled her cheongsam up to her thighs. After casually touching her already wet and soft vulva, I returned my hand to her breasts and continued to caress them, while pressing my right thigh against my mother's thighs, gently rubbing her vulva.

My mother's body trembled slightly as my thigh rubbed against her vulva, and she couldn't help but bend her legs, tightly clamping my thigh between them, her high heels stepping on the sheets.

As I teased her from both above and below, her moans grew more rapid, her chest heaved more violently, and her body began to writhe.

After a while of teasing and savoring, the lust within me burned fiercely to its peak, and the desire to immediately unite with my mother filled my mind.

"I want to have Mom, I want to insert my penis into her body, to make her my woman completely," I roared in my heart.

Then, I released my mother's breasts, pulled my left hand out from behind her back, propped myself up with both hands, and then pulled my right leg out from between her legs, kneeling again on her right side.

My mother sensed that I had stopped teasing her breasts and genitals, and slightly opened her eyes to look at me.

When her gaze fell upon my thick, erect penis, which stood menacingly before her, I noticed a flicker of tension immediately appear on her previously shy face. Her hands, which had slid to her sides, gripped the sheets tightly, as if she were frightened by my weapon—the very weapon that would soon penetrate her vagina and take her virginity.

Seeing my mother's expression, a mixture of pride, excitement, and pity welled up within me, and at the same time, a thought flashed through my mind.

I grasped my mother's right hand, guiding it to my penis, wanting her to feel its hardness and size before I penetrated her.

When her soft hand touched my penis, we both trembled slightly. After truly feeling the hardness of my penis, my mother, somewhat flustered and shy, turned her head slightly to the left, unable to look at me any longer.

I only meant to do it casually; I didn't intend for my mother to use her hand to stimulate my penis. It was already hard enough; any more and it would probably explode.

I chuckled smugly, then turned and used my right hand to grab my mother's knees, lifting them high. I then used my knees to move my body, kneeling down to her genitals. Next, I spread her legs apart on either side of my waist and pushed her cheongsam, which was already pulled up to her thighs, up further to her abdomen, completely exposing her genitals and buttocks.

After adjusting my mother's cheongsam, I looked down and saw that the head of my penis was only a few centimeters from the entrance of her tender, moist vagina. With just a slight thrust, I could penetrate her vagina. The excitement and stimulation I felt were indescribable.

If I could still hold back at this point, I wouldn't be a man. Of course, I was a genuine man, and a man who was incredibly aroused. So, my next step was to grasp my penis with my slightly trembling right hand, push my lower body forward a little more, raise my penis, and let the glans rest between my mother's labia. Then I released my hand and gently moved my lower body, letting the glans slide upwards along the vulva until it passed the clitoris above the vulva and touched the pubic hair below her full mons pubis before pulling back. I repeated this movement several times, the glans and shaft of my penis rubbing back and forth tightly against my mother's tender labia, giving my penis a taste of an appetizer before enjoying the main course, while also arousing my mother's sexual desire to its peak.

"I never thought that just letting my penis rub against and touch my mother's vulva from the outside would be so pleasurable and stimulating. How stimulating and pleasurable it will be when I actually insert my penis into her vagina!" I thought to myself, trembling with excitement.

"Husband..." My mother let out a hurried, soft cry, seemingly unable to bear my "torture" any longer.

Her cry immediately made me abandon the idea of continuing to savor a few more bites of "side dishes."

I again guided my penis with my right hand, aligning the glans with my mother's vaginal opening. When the glans finally touched the tender flesh of her vaginal opening and slightly sank in, I suddenly couldn't help but tremble, and my mother's body seemed to stiffen for a moment as well.

"My penis has finally made contact with Mom's vagina. Mom, I'm coming!" I couldn't help but roar excitedly in my heart.

Next, I released my right hand and used both hands to hold one of my mother's legs, spreading them as wide as possible to facilitate the full insertion of my penis. After preparing, I excitedly shouted to my mother, "Meiqian, I'm going in!" As soon as I finished speaking, I looked down intently at my genitals and thrust forward.

Instantly, I saw the glans of my penis force open my mother's narrow vaginal opening and squeeze into her vagina, stretching the tender flesh around the vaginal opening as if it were about to tear. After the glans was inside, the thick, long shaft was gradually swallowed by my mother's vaginal opening.

During the insertion of my penis, I not only witnessed the entire process of my penis and my mother's vagina uniting and copulating, but I also felt with unparalleled clarity and intensity the sensation of my penis being tightly enveloped and held by the warm, moist walls of my mother's vagina after entering. Instantly, a strong, tingling, and pleasurable sensation arose from my penis and swept through my entire body, making my very soul tremble and become intoxicated.

When my thick, long penis was finally completely submerged in my mother's vagina, at that moment, while my entire body was being washed by boundless pleasure, my heart was also deeply stimulated by a strange feeling—the feeling of breaking taboos through incest.

At this moment, the woman whose vagina and penis were so tightly intertwined with mine was not only my wife, but also my biological mother.

As my biological mother, according to normal ethics, her body should not be allowed for me to peep on or desecrate. If there is anyone in the world who should least have inappropriate thoughts about her body and should least touch her chastity, then without a doubt, it is me. But now, the worst things have happened. Not only did I have inappropriate thoughts about her body, but I also inserted my penis into her vagina, engaging in incestuous intercourse with her.

Moreover, besides this time, there will be many more incestuous encounters with her in the future; she may even bear my children, because she is also my legal wife.

In short, at this moment, the dual incestuous feeling of identity and body is stimulating my soul with unparalleled intensity. The incestuous factors in my blood are all activated, making me more passionate and sexually aroused. So, after my penis completed its first intimate contact with my mother, I excitedly thrust my lower body, repeatedly pumping my penis in and out of my mother's vagina, fully enjoying the wonderful sensation of intercourse with my own mother.

As my lower body thrust, I looked up at my mother's blushing face. She had her eyes closed, biting her lower lip tightly, her brows sometimes relaxed, sometimes furrowed, struggling to endure the intense pleasure of intercourse, seemingly too embarrassed to moan. Her breasts, those two snow-white mounds, swayed back and forth with each thrust.

Seeing this, a strong desire to conquer surged within me. So, I slightly increased the speed of my thrusting. Instantly, my thick penis caused her genitals to overflow with lubrication, and the walls of her vagina contracted rhythmically from the friction of our intercourse.

After a few minutes of this, when I once again thrust my penis deep into her vagina, the head hitting her cervix, she finally lost all restraint and uncontrollably cried out, "Ah!"

Hearing this cry, a wave of satisfaction and conquest washed over me. I continued thrusting, leaned down, and embraced her. After I hugged her, my mother, who had been gripping the sheets tightly, raised her hands and clung to my back, her nails digging into my flesh.

Ignoring the slight pain from her nails digging into my back, I buried my face in her chest, nibbling and sucking on her full breasts. At the same time, I grabbed one side of her blouse with each hand and pulled it down towards her shoulders, ripping her upper garment down to her elbows. Her bra was removed, leaving her breasts and back exposed. Once the blouse reached this point, I couldn't pull it any further, because her cheongsam was supposed to be pulled off from the bottom up; I was forcing it down, and it got stuck in the narrower part below her chest. However, that was exactly the effect I wanted; I felt that having her half-exposed upper body created a unique and alluring charm.

Because her clothes were only pulled down to her elbows, my mother's arms were bound by the fabric, pressed tightly against her sides, unable to move. Only her forearms could be slightly bent and moved. This made it easier for me to do whatever I wanted with her, and it further aroused my urge to violate her.

After removing her clothes, I immediately launched a new round of fierce assault on my mother. I kneaded and caressed her exposed breasts with my hands, took her tender pink nipples into my mouth, and gently bit and licked them. Meanwhile, my lower body increased the frequency and force of my thrusts, and I rotated my lower body from time to time, making my hard penis churn in her tender flower, powerfully scraping and piercing the flesh walls inside her vagina, until her vaginal walls and the tender flesh of her vaginal opening contracted in waves, tightly gripping my penis.

In the throes of this intense intercourse, my mother's seemingly ingrained reserve and restraint were repeatedly shattered by the near-limitless pleasure I exerted. Despite her deliberate attempts at shyness and restraint, she couldn't help but let out sharp moans from time to time. These moans were very different from typical wanton cries; each one was a scream uttered when I had brought her to the peak of pleasure, when she could no longer control herself. Each cry was high-pitched and short, filled with a deep, ecstatic tremor. These moans blended restraint and passion, making my blood boil and arousing an even stronger desire to possess her.

And so, under the extreme stimulation of incestuous desires, I listened to my mother's intoxicating moans and screams, passionately kissing her pretty face, red lips, pink neck, and soft breasts, kneading her jade-like breasts and pert buttocks, caressing her smooth back and beautiful legs, and thrusting into her tender, tight vagina. I poured my youthful, vigorous energy onto her body, leaving traces of my possession on her body and every inch of her skin. With the body she had given me more than twenty years ago, I brought her to the peak of lust time and time again, letting her enjoy the ultimate pleasure of sexual intercourse, completely conquering her heart and body at the same time.

In the midst of boundless passion, I lost track of time, how many times my penis had entered and exited my mother's body, and how many times I had brought her to orgasm. In short, finally, I began to feel the signs of ejaculation.

Sensing I was about to ejaculate, I immediately released my embrace from my mother, sat up straight, and grabbed her alluring legs that were wrapped around my waist, spreading them as wide as possible and pressing them towards her chest to make her genitals more prominent and exposed, allowing my penis to penetrate deeper.

I continued thrusting vigorously for several dozen times, then felt a strong, tingling sensation as my penis penetrated deep inside my mother's vagina. I knew my ejaculation was imminent. Realizing this, I leaned my upper body forward slightly and pulled my lower body back. Just as I felt my penis was about to be completely withdrawn, I suddenly exerted force, plunging it forcefully into the deepest part of my mother's vagina. With this thrust, the head of my penis directly hit my mother's cervix, forcefully opening it and penetrating her tender, tightly contracted uterus.

After my penis head entered my mother's uterus, I felt my penis spasm uncontrollably a few times. Then, I felt my ejaculation gate open instantly, and a large gush of thick semen, which had been stored for a long time, gushed out from my penis head, pouring into my mother's uterus. Stimulated by the moment my semen spurted out, my mother couldn't help but open her mouth and let out a high-pitched, trembling moan, her body spasming a few times as she reached another orgasm.

"Mom, I'm planting my seed in your uterus now. I want you to have my child and bear me children," I shouted excitedly in my heart as I pleasurably ejaculated into my mother's uterus.

If inserting my penis into my biological mother's vagina and engaging in incestuous intercourse with her is an incredibly stimulating achievement, then ejaculating my semen directly into her uterus, causing her to become pregnant and ultimately give birth to my child, is an even more stimulating and higher achievement. There may be many people in the world who engage in incestuous intercourse with their biological mothers, but those who can make their biological mothers willingly become pregnant and give birth to their children are probably very few, and I am one of those very few. I believe that even if this ejaculation doesn't result in my mother becoming pregnant, I will definitely make her pregnant next time or the time after that. From the day she gave birth to me, it was destined that she would not only be my mother but also the mother of my child; this is the karmic bond between us in this life.

Many seconds later, my violent and continuous ejaculation finally ended. I don't know exactly how much semen I ejaculated into my mother's body this time, but I am certain that at this moment, her delicate uterus must be completely filled with my semen.

After ejaculating, I didn't immediately withdraw my penis, but left it inside my mother's vagina. I lay down on her chest, reached behind her, and hugged her tightly, my chest pressed against her breasts. I buried my head in the left side of her head, my face against hers, inhaling her fragrance, listening to her soft moans, and feeling the rise and fall of her chest. I didn't want to move for a moment. My mother, seemingly still reeling from her final orgasm, quietly let me lie on top of her, without any movement or word.

Several minutes passed quietly like this, until I felt my mother's body shift slightly. Then, I heard her softly and weakly call out, "Husband..." Hearing her call, I quickly propped myself up on my elbows, raised my head, and looked at my mother's face. At this moment, my mother had opened her eyes, gazing at me with a shy and satisfied expression, her eyes filled with tenderness that almost melted my heart.

"Wife, how did it feel just now? Now you know how amazing your husband is, right? Hehe..." I said to her with a smile.

Hearing this, my mother's face flushed even more. She pursed her lips cutely and made a nasal "Mmm" in response.

"Wife, is today your fertility period? I really hope you can get pregnant with my child soon." I lowered my head and kissed her, then said to her eagerly.

My mother turned her eyes, thought seriously for a moment, and then said to me in a still soft and shy voice, "Husband, today is the third day of my fertility period. Maybe, maybe I'm pregnant." Hearing her say this, a surge of joy and excitement welled up in my heart. The perfect result seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Then, I continued to hug my mother and cuddled with her for a while before withdrawing my now-soft penis, crawling away from her body, and taking a tissue to wipe our genitals. While wiping my mother's genitals, I saw that her vulva was wet and muddy. My milky semen was slowly flowing from her vagina, which had been stretched open by my penis but had not yet closed back to its original state. The sheets under her buttocks were also soaked. Seeing this, my penis became hard again, and I almost impulsively wanted to spread her legs and thrust my penis back into her vagina. However, seeing my mother's exhausted and weak state, I worried that having sex with her again might damage her body, so I suppressed the urge.

Afterward, I helped my mother up, took off her cheongsam, and then carried her to the bathroom for a bath together. While bathing, I took the opportunity to touch her inappropriately, especially her full breasts and her tender labia, which became my main targets. After our intercourse, my mother seemed more open to me. Although she occasionally protested with shyness and coquettishness, she didn't make any physical attempts to stop me. As a result, her coy resistance only fueled my interest, and I thoroughly savored the wonderful sensations of her body in the water, using both my mouth and hands.

Unfortunately, while my mouth and hands were satisfied, my penis suffered. My mother said her vaginal opening was slightly chafed. Although she repeatedly assured me she could handle it, seeing my desire, I felt sorry for my wife and mother, and couldn't be so heartless, so I had to continue to restrain myself. Seeing my tenderness, the happiness in my mother's beautiful eyes deepened, and she became even more caring, considerate, and accommodating towards me.

After showering, my mother and I changed clothes and went to a luxurious karaoke bar in the city to continue entertaining a group of classmates and friends who had come from afar. We didn't finish until after midnight. After returning to the villa, my mother and I were both exhausted. We lay down on the bed, cuddled together, and whispered sweet nothings before falling asleep.

The

day after the wedding, my mother and I went to my maternal grandparents' house early in the morning to pay our respects.

My grandparents were overjoyed to see us. My grandmother, holding my mother's hand, eagerly asked again about the old question of when she could hold her grandson. This time, my mother didn't dodge the question like before, but gave my grandmother a direct answer: "Maybe next year." My grandmother was very pleased with my mother's answer. Then, my grandmother led my mother back to her room, and I don't know what she said, but when my mother came out again, her face still had a blush on it. This situation made me very curious.

After spending the day at my grandparents' house, my mother and I said goodbye to them after dinner and returned to the villa. After all, from now on, that would be our home.

On the way home, I finally asked the question that had been bothering me all day: what had my mother and grandmother done after they went inside, and why they looked so strange when they came out. My mother gave me a slightly embarrassed and annoyed glare, but still told me what had happened. She said that after they went inside, my grandmother had given her a long lecture about how to get pregnant quickly and what to be careful about during sex. I chuckled inwardly, finally understanding. My mother was always reserved and shy; it would be strange if she hadn't blushed after hearing what my grandmother had said. After that chuckle, I made up my mind that I would continue to "sow the seed" on my mother in the coming days to ensure she got pregnant with my child as soon as possible. Now, of my major goals, I've already achieved two: winning my mother's heart and body. Only getting her to bear my child remains. If I achieve this too, my journey to win her heart will be complete.

Over the next few days, I handled a series of final matters, such as settling accounts with the hotel and wedding planning company, arranging sightseeing and farewells for classmates and friends who had traveled from afar. During these days, because my mother's vaginal abrasion hadn't fully healed, I refrained from sexual intercourse with her, only satisfying my oral and manual desires. I originally wanted my mother to perform oral sex on me, but unfortunately, she's quite traditional and initially resisted, so I didn't force her, intending to let her gradually adapt and accept it later.

After everything was finally finished, I prepared to carry out our honeymoon plans with my mother. Since my mother had only taken wedding leave initially, and now that the wedding was over, considering the time before and after, it was almost due. Therefore, my mother went to the hotel specifically to request an additional month's leave. Unfortunately, my leave request was denied. The hotel said that while there are regulations allowing wedding leave, they wouldn't approve such a long leave for reasons like a honeymoon.

The hotel's response greatly disappointed my mother. Knowing this, I told her that since we don't need to work to earn a living, and the hotel wouldn't grant leave, we should just quit. If we wanted to find another job later, we could always find something else. My mother reluctantly agreed.

I could see a hint of sadness flash across her face when she agreed.

Seeing her like this, a thought struck me, and I said to her that if she really still felt reluctant to leave the job she had held for so many years, then she could simply work a few more days before resigning, as a final farewell. After all, there was no rush for these few days on the honeymoon. Seeing my sincerity, my mother agreed to my suggestion, and her face gradually relaxed.

That night, I finally broke the taboo again, because my mother's vaginal abrasions had healed. We lingered on the bed for a long time. This time, I deliberately made my movements much gentler, afraid of hurting her like last time.

During this intercourse, my mother began to actively respond to my movements. Although she still seemed a little inexperienced, this change was enough to excite me even more.

The next morning, after my mother got up, I drove her to a hotel to formally submit her resignation. However, she wrote the date of her formal resignation as the next day. The hotel approved her resignation after only a brief attempt to retain her, and arranged for her to work her last shift, the 10 pm shift.

After finalizing everything, we went home first. Around noon, I told my mother I had to go out for a bit and left alone. I went straight to the hotel where my mother worked and booked a VIP room.

Why did I do this? I wanted to surprise her, to personally accompany her on her last day of work, and incidentally, to find an opportunity to have sex with her in the hotel. Actually, before I was still staying in hotels and hadn't won her over, I'd had the thought of dragging her into a room while she was at work and taking advantage of her, to experience a real-life version of uniform fetish. Of course, back then, it was just pure fantasy, with no possibility of it happening. But now it's different; she's my wife. If I insisted on finding an opportunity to have sex with her in the room, she probably wouldn't refuse.

After preparing, I went home and obediently stayed with my mother, taking her shopping in the afternoon.

As I waited, evening finally arrived. Around 9 PM, I drove my mother to the hotel. Throughout the journey, watching my mother, now dressed in a hotel supervisor's business suit and sitting elegantly with her legs bent in the passenger seat beside me, I secretly swallowed hard. I couldn't resist reaching out and touching her alluring thighs clad in thin, flesh-colored stockings. If we weren't driving, I might have even tried to slip my hand under her skirt and play with her. My mother didn't stop me from my harassment, only occasionally playfully calling me a pervert and reminding me to watch where I was going.

After dropping my mother off at the hotel, I turned the car around and drove into the hotel parking lot as fast as I could, then sprinted up the stairs. I already knew that my mother and her colleagues had to register at the front desk every time they changed shifts, which took a little time. I wanted to get back to my room before she went upstairs; otherwise, it would be much less fun if she saw me first. And why didn't I take the elevator? Because the elevator exit was right next to the reception desk, and if I took the elevator, the supervisor and staff on duty would see me. But if I took the stairs, the exit was in another corner, so they wouldn't be able to see me directly from the reception desk. When I got married, she invited almost all her colleagues from the VIP area, and I was afraid they would recognize me and tell my mother.

My sprint was timely; when I got to the VIP area, my mother hadn't come up yet. After exiting the stairs, I glanced around and, seeing no staff nearby, quickly went to my room, opened the door, and went inside.

Once inside, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. The first step of my plan had been successfully implemented. Next,

I just had to wait for the right opportunity. Seeing that it was still early, and guests were frequently coming and going in the VIP area, I didn't take any action. I took a shower and then lay in bed watching TV. Anyway, I had all night to wait for the right moment, and I didn't need to worry about my mother discovering I had already checked into a room when she took over her shift. I knew they had a guest list at the front desk, transmitted from the main office via computer, but it only showed the guests' surnames and genders, just for the staff to address them; there wasn't any other detailed information, so I didn't need to worry about that.

I watched TV absentmindedly for an hour or so. Seeing that it was almost time, I opened the door and peeked out. I found my mother at the service counter with two waiters. Then I realized I'd overlooked something. When I made my plan, I hadn't considered that when you ring the service bell, the supervisor usually comes with a waiter. If that was the case, my surprise for my mother would likely fall through. After all, I couldn't do anything in front of the waiters.

Realizing this problem, I racked my brains for a while, but couldn't come up with a good solution. Finally, I decided to wait until the waiters were away before ringing the bell again. As it turned out, I waited for three or four hours. During that time, I would occasionally peek out to carefully observe the situation at the service counter, but each time I was disappointed.

Just when I was getting increasingly anxious, I finally got a perfect opportunity. I opened the door again to check, and this time, I found only my mother at the service counter; the waiters were nowhere to be seen. This discovery filled me with joy and excitement.

Time was of the essence, so I quickly pressed the service bell. After ringing, I cautiously peeked out again and saw my mother emerge from the front desk, her two slender, white legs swaying beneath her skirt as she gracefully walked towards my room. I quickly pulled back, closed the door, and, naked and excited, hid behind it, ready to launch a surprise attack.

I waited a short while before hearing a knock at the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw that it was indeed only my mother standing at the door. My heart pounded, and I stood still in the doorway. After taking a deep breath, I suddenly twisted the doorknob, abruptly pulling the door open halfway, and peeked out from behind it, smiling at my mother.

My mother was stunned, not expecting me to be in the room.

Just as she was stunned, I suddenly stepped out from behind the door, opened it completely, and stood in front of her.

When my mother saw me standing naked, her face immediately showed a look of utter astonishment, and she almost screamed, but thankfully she covered her mouth with her hands in time.

After I stepped forward, without waiting for my mother to react, I took a step forward, walked to the door, quickly reached out and hooked my arm around her waist, pulled her inside, then kicked the door shut behind me, and pulled her tightly into my arms.

My series of actions were very fast and swift. After I closed the door again and held her waist tightly, my mother finally came to her senses a little, but the surprise and confusion on her face were even more pronounced.

"Husband, what are you doing here? What's wrong?" My mother asked me, her words a little incoherent, in my arms.

I rubbed her buttocks with my hand, kissed her hard, and said to her excitedly, "I came to keep you company on duty, and also to cheer you up." "When did you get here? How come I didn't know?" my mother asked, still full of doubt.

"I booked a room today and ran in before you came upstairs. Pretty exciting, huh?" "Exciting, my foot! I was terrified! Standing naked at the door, I thought I'd run into a pervert!" My mother scolded, a little embarrassed and annoyed.

I chuckled and said to her, "I came here specifically to be a pervert, and I'll show you right now." With that, I bent down and picked her up in my arms.

In my embrace, my mother lightly punched my chest a few times with her fists, saying anxiously, "Stop it, honey! I'm at work. It'll be bad if my colleagues find out." I walked to the bed, pushed her onto it, and said to her excitedly, "Wife, I really can't hold back anymore. Besides, there's no one else outside. Nobody will know you're here. I'll be quick, please have pity on me." Seeing my excited and eager appearance, my mother hesitated for a moment.

Seeing that she seemed to be softening a bit, I pressed my advantage, saying, "Honey, I've been waiting for you for four or five hours for this opportunity. I feel like I'm about to explode! Please save me!" As I spoke, my right hand had already touched her smooth thigh, which was half-exposed off the edge of the bed. After a few quick touches, I slipped it inside her skirt.

My mother instinctively squeezed her legs together, her breathing became rapid, and a flush of embarrassment rose on her face.

Faced with my fervent pleas and the advances of my hand, she hesitated for a few seconds before finally surrendering, saying urgently, "You big pervert, stop touching me! I promise you! The waiters went downstairs to get things, they'll be back in a few minutes, so hurry up!" Hearing her agreement, I cheered, kissed her several more times, and then tried to pull off her skirt.

Sensing my movement, my mother hurriedly grabbed my hand, saying, "Honey, don't mess up my clothes and hair, I need to go out later." Hearing this, I quickly changed my strategy. I climbed off her, stood on the carpet beside the bed, then half-squatted down, picked up her legs, and hoisted them together onto my right shoulder. Then, I held her buttocks and gently pulled her towards the edge of the bed, leaving her buttocks dangling off the edge, with only her back lying on the bed.

After adjusting her position, I unbuttoned the back of her skirt, pulled down the zipper, and carefully pushed the skirt up to her waist. Then, I hooked my fingers around the waistband of her pantyhose and underwear, pulling them up her thighs with a little force until they were pulled up to her knees.

At this moment, her genitals were finally exposed. I lowered my head slightly and saw her snow-white, round buttocks and her genitals, which were mostly exposed and held between her legs.

Seeing this, my blood boiled even more. I knew time was of the essence, so there was no time for foreplay. After adjusting my height by squatting with my legs spread, I shifted my weight forward slightly, using my shoulder to press her legs further towards her chest, exposing her labia and vaginal opening more. Then, I guided my hard penis to her vaginal opening and inserted it.

Because there was little foreplay and time was so short, my mother's vaginal opening wasn't very lubricated. I was worried that inserting my penis directly would hurt her vagina, so after the glans touched her vaginal opening, I gently rotated my penis, letting the glans sweep across her vaginal opening and labia.

This teasing action was very effective. After sweeping the glans dozens of times, a few drops of clear, slippery love fluid flowed from my mother's vaginal opening, quickly wetting both her vaginal opening and my glans.

As I teased her labia and vaginal opening with the head of my penis, her body tensed and softened with stimulation. Her legs, which I had hoisted onto my shoulders, twitched slightly, while her hands gripped the sheets tightly.

Seeing that the teasing had gone on long enough, I stopped rotating my penis, aligned the head with her vaginal opening, and with a slight thrust, pushed the entire head of my penis inside her.

Then, I released my grip on my penis, held her thighs tightly with both hands, and suddenly thrust again. Instantly, my penis slid down her vaginal opening and into her already lubricated, tight vagina, successfully completing our first intercourse.

"Ah!" The moment my penis was fully inside her vagina, I couldn't help but shout with pleasure.

My mother seemed quite stimulated by the insertion as well; her breathing became more rapid, but she managed to hold back her cries.

After successfully inserting my penis into my mother's body, I first thrust in and out slowly a few times. Once I was sure her vagina was sufficiently lubricated, I suddenly increased the speed of my thrusting. For a moment, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room continuously. My thick, long penis tirelessly moved in and out of my mother's tender vagina, ravaging her delicate flower.

My mother couldn't help but let out short moans from my rapid thrusting, which made my blood boil and my penis even harder.

Because I was in a hurry, I maintained this high-frequency thrusting from the beginning. As a result, in less than three minutes, I began to feel the signs of ejaculation.

At this crucial moment, suddenly, the sound of a walkie-talkie came from my mother's pocket, almost startling me in my passion.

"Manager, manager, Xiaolan and I have brought the things back. Where are you now?" It turned out that a waiter from the VIP service desk had returned and, not finding my mother, was calling her on the walkie-talkie.

The sudden sound startled my mother, who was lost in her ecstasy. She gave me a frantic wink. Understanding, I quickly slowed the frequency and intensity of my thrusts, and the "slap slap" of our bodies colliding ceased.

My mother released her right hand from the bedsheet, reached into the right pocket of her blazer, and pulled out a small walkie-talkie. After putting it to her lips, she gave me another wink. As I slowed my thrusts even further, she took a deep breath, trying to control her excitement, then pressed the talk button and spoke into the walkie-talkie in a forcedly calm voice, "I'm currently in the guest room helping the guests find something. I'll be back shortly. Please sort and put the items away." After saying this, my mother released the talk button and began to breathe heavily, as if maintaining composure while enduring the stimulation was truly difficult.

Seeing that she had finished speaking, I was about to increase the frequency of my thrusts when a voice came through the walkie-talkie again: "Foreman, how are those things classified?" Hearing the question again, my mother had to force herself to remain calm and answer. As

I listened to my mother speak, a wicked thought suddenly flashed through my mind, making me tremble with excitement.

Since I had thought of it, I might as well do it. While my mother was still speaking, I suddenly increased the frequency and force of my thrusts even more than before, launching a fierce and sudden attack on my mother's tender vagina.

"Ah!" My mother screamed, stimulated by the intense pleasure caused by my sudden attack. After screaming, she realized that she was still on the phone with the employees, and they must have heard her scream. Instantly, her face turned tense and flustered, and she glared at me with shame and anger.

"Foreman, what's wrong? What happened?" an urgent voice immediately came through the walkie-talkie.

"I twisted my ankle, but I'm fine now. You guys go ahead with your work. I'll talk to you about the rest when I get back. That's all." My mother had to suppress her growing agitation and feign composure as she answered the question from the other end. This time, however, she was putting on a very convincing act. As she spoke, her eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, her head tilted back slightly, and the veins on her neck were taut.

Just then, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. With a powerful thrust, I plunged my penis head back into my mother's uterus, and my semen gushed out, instantly filling her entire uterus.

"Ah!" My mother, who had already tossed the intercom onto the bed, let out a moan even louder than before, stimulated by my ejaculation. Her body convulsed slightly, and the walls of her vagina contracted sharply as she reached orgasm.

After ejaculating, I remained in a half-squatting position with my penis fully inserted into my mother's vagina, gently stroking her legs and inhaling the scent of her stockings.

"Husband, I should go back now," my mother called out softly a minute later.

Hearing this, I looked up at her and saw her looking at me with a face full of embarrassment and anxiety.

I sighed regretfully, nodded, and slowly withdrew my still-erect penis from her vagina.

After my penis was withdrawn, a stream of milky white semen flowed from my mother's vagina, slipped into her buttocks, and dripped onto the carpet below. It seemed I had ejaculated quite a lot of semen inside her uterus.

Seeing the semen flowing out and dripping, I couldn't resist reaching down and gently pinching my mother's wet, tender labia with my fingers, feeling the sticky mixture of semen and vaginal fluid.

"Husband..." My mother, seeing me still teasing and watching her genitals, called out shyly and anxiously.

I chuckled sheepishly at my mother, then quickly removed her legs from my shoulders and bent down to help her stand up.

After standing, my mother noticed the semen still flowing from her vagina, and seeing the small puddle of semen on the carpet beside her, she blushed and called me a "big pervert." And I, I accepted it calmly. Heh, what more could a wolf ask for!

Afterwards, my mother hurriedly used the towel I handed her to wipe her genitals, put her underwear, pantyhose, and skirt back on, and went back to the bathroom. She then checked her clothes and hairstyle in the mirror again, making sure nothing seemed amiss, before quickly leaving the room.

After my mother left, I took another shower, then lay back in bed, savoring the stimulating sensation for a while before falling into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I was woken up by my phone ringing. I picked it up and saw it was my mother calling.

After I answered, she said, "Honey, I'm off work now, in the underground parking lot, right next to our car. Come down quickly, don't sleep anymore." I yawned and said, "Honey, I just woke up, haven't washed my face or brushed my teeth yet. Why don't you come up and sit for a bit, then we can go down together?" "No, I'll wait for you here, hurry up," my mother replied.

I had no choice but to agree and quickly got up.

A few minutes later, I went straight to the parking lot without even checking out. As soon as I entered, I saw my mother standing gracefully by the SUV door, looking this way. I quickly walked towards her.

"Honey, have you finished your resignation procedures?" As I got closer, my eyes couldn't help but sweep over her long, slender, fair legs encased in her skirt, and I asked.

My mother responded with a soft "Mmm."

I looked up at her and noticed a hint of sadness and melancholy on her face. A pang of heartache shot through me, and I quickly went to her side and gently hugged her.

"Honey, are you a little reluctant to leave? If you really don't want to leave this place, then I'll just buy it all in the future," I said softly.

My mother shook her head and said, "No, honey, I'm just a little nostalgic for some of the little things from the past. I'll get used to it." I nodded, kissed her, and said, "The past is the past. Just think about the future. Next, we should go on our honeymoon. I hope it will make you happy again." Hearing the word "honeymoon," a light flashed in my mother's eyes, and the sadness and melancholy on her face faded considerably.

"Honey, let's go home," she said tenderly.

"Okay, let's go home now," I nodded in agreement.

Afterward, my mother and I drove away from the hotel and went straight home.

Chapter Fourteen: My Mother Gave Birth to a Son and a Daughter

The day after my mother resigned from the hotel, we officially began our honeymoon trip. We went to many places, all by ourselves. During this time, my mother and I had sexual intercourse at least twice a day. Each time we had intercourse, the incestuous thrill was just as intense, and it didn't diminish with the increase in the number of times we had sex. Perhaps this thrill will always remain, because her identity as my biological mother can never be changed, and every time we have sex, I can't help but think of this, even if I try to ignore it.

With each encounter, the physical intimacy deepened our bond, and my mother's love for me grew stronger. However, no matter how much our feelings deepened, one thing remained unchanged: my mother's moans during sex were still reserved and restrained; she could never let loose with passionate cries. I didn't mind this; in fact, I quite liked it. Aside from her moans, my mother became much more open in other aspects of our sex life, gradually becoming bolder and more skilled at responding to my movements. Furthermore, what pleased and satisfied me most was that my mother was very compliant with my sexual desires. No matter what I wanted her to wear or where we wanted to make love, she never objected and always complied, allowing me to enjoy myself immensely each time. Of course, I wasn't solely focused on my own desires. I never made requests that were clearly perverted or disrespectful to women. And if I sensed any resistance from my mother when I made a new request, I would abandon the plan, even if she reluctantly agreed. To me, she was not only my sexual partner but also my wife and mother, and I should cherish her even more. Happy times

always pass quickly, and before I knew it, my honeymoon with my mother was nearing its end.

On the morning of the twenty-eighth day, I heard something that excited me immensely. That morning, after waking up, my mother suddenly told me, with a mixture of shyness and joy, that her period had ended more than a week ago, but she still hadn't experienced any menstrual symptoms, and she might be pregnant.

Upon hearing this, I lost my appetite for breakfast and rushed out to a nearby pharmacy, buying a whole bunch of pregnancy tests and related items. I immediately had my mother take them all. After repeated tests, the result made me tremble with excitement. The test showed my mother was pregnant. To be absolutely certain

, after a quick breakfast, I dragged my equally overjoyed mother to the hospital for a checkup with a professional obstetrician-gynecologist. The results came back quickly, confirming the pregnancy. After confirming

my mother's pregnancy, I felt lightheaded all day, unable to calm down from the excitement.

My own mother, after marrying me and giving me her virginity, was now pregnant again, and soon she would give birth to my child! The result was simply perfect. The incestuous impulses within me were stimulated even more intensely, leaping through every cell of my body and bringing me boundless thrill and satisfaction.

My excitement deeply infected my mother. Her face was filled with a happy and contented smile all day long, and the radiance of motherhood began to quietly emanate from her, making her even more captivating.

Subsequently, my mother and I ended our honeymoon early and embarked on our journey home. On the way home, I was afraid that my mother would be too tired, and that making love to her again would affect her health and potentially harm her pregnancy. Therefore, I refrained from having intercourse with her, only engaging in some physical and verbal stimulation. My mother was deeply moved by my careful approach, and her repeated calls of "husband" filled me with even greater ecstasy.

Upon arriving home, my maternal grandparents, who had been informed of our plans beforehand, rushed over excitedly before we even went to visit them. That evening, my grandmother personally cooked a sumptuous dinner to celebrate. We all enjoyed the meal, and the conversation never strayed from the topic of pregnancy.

After the meal, Grandma took Mother aside to share some of her experiences and insights.

When it was just my grandfather and me, the two men, we happily chatted for a while about what would happen after the baby was born. During the conversation, my grandfather, in a moment of joy, jokingly said that I was really something, getting my wife pregnant so soon after we got married, while he and my grandmother had their daughter after three years of marriage. Hearing his words, I secretly thought to myself with pride, "Of course I'm something! Don't you know who I am? I'm her biological son, I was in her womb before, my sperm knows the way, how could it not lead to a successful pregnancy so quickly?" After chatting for a while, my grandfather got itchy fingers and pulled me to play chess. Seeing that I had nothing else to do for the time being, I played a game with him.

That night, my grandparents stayed at my house, and the next day they stayed for another half day before going back. Before they left, my mother and I both tried to persuade them to move in with us, but they both disagreed, saying they didn't want to disturb my wife and me's time together, and they also couldn't bear to leave the old house where they had lived for most of their lives. Seeing their insistence, and considering the short distance between our homes and the ease of meeting, my mother and I finally stopped pressuring them.

For the next few months, my mother and I mostly stayed in H city. During this time, I spent a large sum of money to buy the hotel where my mother used to work. This gesture deeply moved her, as she knew that a large part of my purchase was for her sake.

After buying the hotel, I took over its management myself, finally having a business to build. My mother, the hotel owner, naturally became my personal secretary. She loved this new role and was very happy with it. In fact, as long as I was by her side, she was happy doing almost anything, especially after finding out she was pregnant with twins. Of course, her role as "secretary" didn't require much work; most of the secretary's duties were handled by others. Her most important job was providing full-time companionship to me, the boss.

Several months passed quickly. With each passing day, my mother's belly grew larger. When my mother was in her fifth month of pregnancy, I felt it was best for her to avoid too much travel, so I had her stay home. I also temporarily handed over the management of the hotel to my assistant and went home to be with my mother, focusing on being a good soon-to-be father and taking good care of her.

As the second summer of the following year arrived, my mother, after ten months of pregnancy, finally experienced the exciting moment of childbirth.

On the day of delivery, my grandparents, I, and I waited anxiously outside the delivery room for a long time before finally receiving the good news that my mother had successfully given birth to a boy and a girl.

After delivery, my mother and the babies were transferred to the hospital's highest-level nursing room. In the nursing room, I stayed by my mother's side, weak and exhausted after childbirth, looking at her and her two children lying beside her. My heart was filled with immense excitement and satisfaction.

My mother lay in bed, turning her head to look at her newborn children, then turning to look at me, her still slightly pale face beaming with boundless happiness and contentment.

"Wife, you've worked so hard." Overwhelmed with emotion, I leaned down and kissed each of my mother and our three children on the forehead before speaking to my mother with deep affection.

My mother looked at me with equal tenderness and said, "Husband, I'm so happy to have given birth to a son and a daughter for you. I don't feel tired at all. I feel like the happiest woman in the world. With you and our children, I have everything I need." I leaned down and gently embraced her, pressing my face against hers, and said emotionally, "Wife, I swear, I will make you and our children happy forever. I will strive to be the best husband and the best father in the world." "I believe you, I've always believed you," my mother replied softly, raising her hand to hug my back.

Three months later, one afternoon under the grape trellis at the villa, after lulling my daughter to sleep in her cradle, I turned to look at my mother sitting beside me, her face full of maternal love as she breastfed my son. As I looked, my thoughts drifted back to the past, vaguely returning to more than twenty years ago, as if I were seeing a young mother breastfeeding her newborn baby—that baby was me.

When my thoughts returned, I looked tenderly at my mother, silently saying to her, "Mom, back then, you abandoned me out of necessity, depriving me of the most genuine maternal love. But now, you've become my wife and given me children. Is this fate?" "Husband, what are you thinking about so intently?" My mother asked with a smile after feeding our son.

Her words interrupted my thoughts. I smiled gently and said, "Wife, I was thinking about whether you'll give me more children." "Two aren't enough? You're so greedy," my mother replied playfully. I stood up,

walked behind her, bent down, and hugged her from behind, whispering in her ear, "I am greedy, but who told me to have such a wonderful wife like you?" Hearing my words, my mother turned to look at me, her eyes filled with sweet tenderness.

"Husband, everything I have is yours. I'd be willing to have as many children as you want," my mother said affectionately after a long pause.

Hearing her answer, my heart surged with boundless excitement and anticipation.

I slightly raised my head and gazed at the distant horizon, where I seemed to see the sky filled with a myriad of colors.

[The End]

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