Xuemei

Erotic Floating World – Snow Plum Blossoms

Author: Passerby

"Snow Plum Blossoms" – Song Dynasty, Lu Meipo

(Part 1) "Plum blossoms and snow

vie for spring, neither willing to yield, poets lay down their pens, struggling to find words to describe them;

plum blossoms must yield three parts whiteness to snow, but snow loses a touch of fragrance to plum blossoms."

(Part 2)

"Plum blossoms without snow lack spirit, snow without poetry makes people vulgar;

at dusk, poetry is completed, and snow falls again, together with plum blossoms, making a perfect spring."

(Preface)

An unexpected traffic accident took his life, leaving her a pregnant widow.

He had just turned nineteen; she was eighteen. At the year-end ball last year, they met, fell in love, and within a week were discussing marriage – a whirlwind romance indeed.

However, while their parents didn't object to their relationship, they strongly opposed their immediate marriage.

"...So young, feelings are easily changed...Without a solid financial foundation, your parents can't bear to see you living a hard life...Alas! A daughter is truly gone once she grows up..." She wouldn't listen to a word of her parents' or relatives' soft or hard tactics.

Blinded by romantic love, she outwardly defied her parents' wishes but secretly ran away from home with him to build their own warm little nest.

Unfortunately, their happiness was short-lived; after he left, all their beautiful dreams vanished. Her parents, out of love for their children, were willing to forgive and let her return home, but the strong-willed girl insisted on taking responsibility for her own actions.

She believed that if she was wrong, she must accept the "punishment"; and if she was right, she couldn't abandon their shared dream, even though she was left alone.

Thus, she began to support the family alone, raising their child alone. The hardships she endured are unimaginable without experiencing them firsthand.

(Years later)

In the wedding hall of , candles were hung high, music was deafening, and the house was bustling with activity, adding to the joyous atmosphere of the celebration.

"Mrs. Chen, congratulations! Congratulations!..."

"Wow! The bride and groom are such a perfect match!..."

"Mrs. Chen, you've fulfilled a wish by helping your son get married..."

"Thank you... thank you... thank you..." A faint, almost imperceptible sadness lingered in Liu Meixue's radiant smile as she greeted the arriving guests: "Please take your seats, thank you..."

The banquet began, and the other guests took their seats, leaving the entrance somewhat deserted. Liu Meixue sat down behind the cashier's table to rest, bending down to rub her aching legs from standing for so long. Her gaze fell upon the enlarged photograph of the bride and groom beside her, and she stared blankly for a moment. Her gaze drifted into the distance, lost in quiet contemplation.

Liu Meixue remembered working as a factory worker in a garment factory with her young son, trying to find opportunities to work overtime to cover expenses such as baby formula, clothes, diapers, and rent. Fortunately, her boss was very kind. He not only agreed to let her bring her young son to work, but also tried his best to make things convenient for her, such as feeding him, changing his diapers, and soothing him when he cried. He also didn't get upset because she was taking time off work… Liu Meixue thought back to how some people advised her to remarry, and how many enthusiastic suitors she had rejected. She believed she only loved her husband in her life, even after he was gone, so she always referred to herself as "Mrs. Chen" and not "Miss Liu." Her son belonged to her and her husband, and she didn't want any other man to have him. No matter how hard it was, she would persevere until her son was grown up and had his own family. Now, she had finally made it through… "Mrs. Chen, why haven't you taken your seat yet! Everyone is waiting for you… No one dares to start eating until you come…" The waiter's voice, urging her to come, pulled Liu Meixue back to reality.

Liu Meixue walked into the restaurant and looked at her son, who was beaming with joy and beaming with pride. For a moment, she felt both relieved and heavy-hearted, because she had accomplished the most important thing in her life; however, in doing so, she had lost all focus in her life. Liu Meixue felt a little lost… (On their wedding night)

Jiabao wantonly kneaded and manipulated Yumei's two smooth breasts, rolling and flattening their full, elastic peaks, yet stubbornly seeking an opportunity to return to their original shape. The trembling motion was a true visual delight.

This wasn't the first time Jiabao and Yumei had embraced so openly, but they had never been so carefree and unrestrained as they were today, because they were married. The pleasures of their marriage had become natural; they no longer needed to sneak around to hotels, fearing being seen by acquaintances, the possibility of hidden cameras, or even the worry of accidentally getting her pregnant.

“Mmm…mmm…baby…you…kissed me…so…comfortably…mmm…today…” Yu Mei keenly sensed Jia Bao’s unusual enthusiasm, and her emotions surged rapidly: “…Mmm…harder…ahh…good…good…mmm…rub again…mmm…rub again…”

“…tsk…tsk…keep it down…Mom is sleeping in…tsk…the next room…let her hear…tsk…sorry…tsk…” Jia Bao sucked on Yu Mei’s hard nipples while teasingly mocking her: “So…you are also…so…tsk tsk…slutty…usually you…pretend to be…tsk tsk…proper…lady…tsk tsk…tsk…”

Yu Mei’s breath was ragged, her whole body swaying like a willow in the wind, twisting slightly: “I’m not coming anymore…you just…mmm…laugh at me…ahh…don’t bite…mmm…don’t bite…mmm…” Her hands seemed to be wandering aimlessly, greedily caressing Jia Bao’s body.

Jiabao seemed certain that the delicious treat he was about to devour would never escape him, so he wasn't in a hurry for the final touch. He wanted to savor every inch of Yumei's delicate skin. Jiabao's nimble tongue and warm, moist lips meticulously licked every inch of Yumei's face, the back of her ears and neck, her breasts and lower abdomen, down to her toes.

Jiabao knelt at Yumei's feet, and by slightly raising his head, he could clearly see her densely covered vulva.

The mysterious and inviolable female genitalia, viewed from this angle, were even more arousing and exciting. Especially the clearly visible entrance to her honeyed vulva, still oozing with glistening moisture, was simply a fatal attraction and temptation.

Jiabao moved his body and pressed down on Yumei again, giving her a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined, his strong chest pressed against her full breasts, and his hard, throbbing penis rubbed and pulsated against her thighs.

Yu Mei's slender fingers traced the inside of Jia Bao's thigh, finding his engorged penis. She noticed it was unusually hard, as if it had grown larger and thicker overnight. Yu Mei was somewhat surprised, yet she held it tightly, slowly stroking it.

Jia Bao's emotions had reached their peak; he felt that if he didn't find a suitable place for his penis, it might burst from the swelling. Without a

word, Jia Bao guided his penis, ready to insert it into the eagerly awaited vagina.

Yu Mei quickly and gently pushed Jia Bao away, whispering, "Wait…you haven't put on a condom yet…" This was a recurring reminder from Yu Mei to Jia Bao in his frenzy, always leaving him feeling incomplete and unsatisfied.

“Forget about condoms…” Jia Bao rubbed his glans against the entrance of her vagina, “Have you forgotten…we’re husband and wife now…I want the real deal…not just a half-hearted attempt…besides…Mom’s waiting to hold her grandson…hmm…” As Jia Bao spoke, he thrust his hips forward, “plop!” His penis slid in.

“Ah…hmm…” Yu Mei’s vagina was already feeling a tingling, pleasurable sensation from the rubbing of his glans, and Jia Bao’s sudden thrust made her feel as if she had been thrown high into the air. The powerful impact gave her indescribable stimulation and pleasure, and she could only express her overwhelming joy with soft moans and gasps.

“Oh…hmm…your pussy…so wet…so hot…hmm…so tight…oh…”

Without the condom, Jia Bao's penis could feel the wet heat inside her vagina more clearly. With each slow thrust, he could clearly feel the wrinkles and buds on the vaginal walls; the rubbing pleasure was exactly what he dreamed of, an unforgettable sensation.

"Good...husband...ah...uh...so full...mmm...so comfortable...oh oh..." His penis felt like a hot iron rod, searing the vaginal walls. The swollen glans was also powerfully thrusting against her cervix, making Yu Mei feel a tingling, numb sensation throughout her lower body: "...uh...good...harder...ah ah...yes...ah...so comfortable...mmm...oh..."

Yu Mei moaned with breathtaking sounds, her lewd hip movements giving Jia Bao a sense of victory and sadistic excitement. He involuntarily increased the speed of his hip thrusts, rapidly pumping his penis in and out of her surging, hot vagina.

Jia Bao's penis, like an engine piston or a water pump, relentlessly squeezed the oozing fluid from her vagina. The "squeak! squeak!" sounds grew louder and more frequent, mingling with Yu Mei's ecstatic moans, like a soul-stirring, decadent symphony. The

unprotected penis throbbing inside her vagina certainly stimulated Yu Mei more, perhaps psychologically; perhaps the lack of a membrane allowed the exposed veins on its surface to provide more effective scratching and friction. Yu Mei adored this kind of real contact, so even during her safe period, she never asked Jia Bao to use a condom. Their breathing

was like a sprint in a 100-meter race, their bodies intertwined like conjoined twins. Now, it seemed as if not only their genitals were joined, but their entire bodies, breaths, and even souls had merged into one. As if their hearts were connected, besides indulging their desires, they could also feel each other's pleasure.

Each orgasm was more intense than the last, like waves rising and falling; one wave subsided only for another to rise. Yu Mei's intermittent moans sounded a little hoarse and weak: "...Ugh...Ugh...Hoo...Bao...I can't...Hoo...I can't...anymore...Ugh...I can't...anymore...Hoo..."

Jia Bao was covered in sweat, seemingly ignoring Yu Mei's almost pleading moans, and continued to thrust rapidly and deeply, until his penis gradually went from numb to itchy, from tingling to sore, and gradually spread, then stimulated his waist and bone marrow like needles. Then he felt his penis seemed to be endlessly swelling and expanding, as if it were trembling uncontrollably.

“Ah… Mei… huff… I’m coming… ah… it’s coming… ah ah ah…”

Jia Bao arched his back, thrusting his hips with all his might, pressing his penis deep into the very depths of her vagina. In a flash, streams of hot semen shot out in several consecutive bursts, completely filling Yu Mei’s body, not a single drop wasted.

“Ah ah… umm… ooh… ah ah…” The cries of pleasure were indistinguishable, their words unintelligible. Perhaps those cries and murmurs, on the surface, meant nothing; they were merely a hysterical release of emotions.

“Huff… huff… huff…” Jia Bao slumped against Yu Mei again, his vigorous movements like a kite with a broken string, suddenly coming to a jarring stillness; but his inner emotions, like a stroll down a gentle slope, slowly calmed down.

(Chang Yijun)

When the commotion began in the next room, Liu Meixue, lying in bed preparing for sleep, was swept up in a torrent of thoughts. She knew perfectly well what her son and daughter-in-law were doing. At first, she was shy and blushed, but the whispers and soft moans that followed, though quiet and indistinct, struck her like thunder, deeply impacting her heart.

Meixue tried to ignore the unsettling sounds, but they were like mercury seeping into everything, relentlessly and mercilessly seeping into her mind without needing to pass through her ears, and refusing to leave.

Meixue sat up, rapidly shaking her head from side to side, as if trying to shake off her agitated emotions. Then she went to the balcony and relaxed on the recliner. The night air was slightly chilly, but it calmed her turbulent emotions somewhat, and with a more peaceful heart, she recalled her husband.

Although Meixue's time with her husband was short, and despite the many years that have passed, she still remembers his affectionate smile and tender care. Jiabao's appearance and every gesture are strikingly similar to his father's. She has repeatedly thanked God for this blessing, allowing her to feel through her son that her husband is still by her side, never having left.

Meixue thinks with a bittersweet feeling that the time she spent with her husband was short; she can even clearly count the number of times they made love. Although not many, each time was so passionate and intense, unforgettable.

Perhaps it's transference, or perhaps her love for her husband is indelible, but since his passing, Meixue has not only not been with other men, but has also repeatedly rejected those who have pursued her. This is because her mind is completely focused on her son, deliberately ignoring all her own needs and desires.

Of course, Meixue, being of flesh and blood, was not immune to occasional lustful thoughts, but she viewed these stirrings of desire as sinful and tried her best to suppress them, perhaps by taking a cold shower or letting the cold wind cool her emotions and calm them down. Occasionally, when suppression proved ineffective, Liu Meixue would indulge in masturbation in a state of blissful intoxication. Although these instances were few and far between, they served as a way to release her lust, but afterwards, she always felt a pang of guilt.

Just like now, the commotion next door had stirred up strong feelings of lust within Meixue. She mocked herself, "...What a ridiculous joke! My son and daughter-in-law actually aroused my emotions. If people knew, wouldn't they laugh their heads off..." Like a child who had done something wrong and was afraid of being discovered, she felt both ashamed and remorseful.

Unbeknownst to her, the cool evening breeze gently caressed Meixue's face, as if soothing her turbulent emotions. The gentle caress gradually relaxed her, and sleepiness crept in amidst her scattered thoughts. In her hazy state, she imagined her husband returning to her side, tenderly stroking her face, lulling her to sleep… (Crisis)

Loud laughter erupted from the television. Weekend programs were always so captivating yet tedious, miraculously drawing the whole family together, yet they all stared silently at the small screen.

During the commercials, Jiabao and Yumei kept exchanging glances. Meixue glanced at them briefly and knew her son was troubled. After all, after more than twenty years together, how could a mother's every move escape her notice? Meixue seemed focused on the television, but her thoughts were on her son, because she felt Jiabao seemed to have something to say, yet was finding it difficult to express.

"Mom, I'm going to take a shower!" Yumei got up, greeted Meixue, and turned to leave.

Meixue nodded, and after Yumei left, she said to Jiabao, "Jiabao, is there something you want to tell me?"

"I...I..." Jiabao's face began to flush, but he didn't know where to begin.

Meixue smiled and tapped Jiabao's head: "You're a grown man who's already married, why are you still so shy? Just say what's on your mind, and Mom will definitely help you to the end...Did you two have a fight...Are you thinking of starting your own business but lacking funds...Is it..." Meixue asked several possible questions, and Jiabao kept shaking his head.
Erotic Ukiyo-e – Snow Plum

Author: Passerby

"Snow Plum" – Song Dynasty, Lu Meipo

(Part 1) "Plum and snow

vie for spring, neither willing to yield, poets lay down their pens, struggling to find words to describe them;

plum must yield three parts whiteness to snow, but snow loses a touch of fragrance to plum."

(Part 2)

"Plum without snow lacks spirit, snow without poetry makes people vulgar;

at dusk, the poem is finished and snow falls again, together with plum, they make a perfect spring."

(Preface)

An unexpected traffic accident took his life, leaving her a pregnant widow.

He had just turned nineteen; she was eighteen. They met and fell in love at the year-end ball last year, and within a week they were discussing marriage—a whirlwind romance.

While their parents didn't object to their relationship, they strongly opposed their immediate marriage.

"...So young, feelings can easily change...Without a solid financial foundation, your parents can't bear to see you living a hard life...Alas! A daughter grows up and leaves home..." She wouldn't listen to a word of their parents' or relatives' pressure.

Blinded by romantic love, she outwardly yielded to her parents' words, but secretly ran away with him to build their own warm little home.

Unfortunately, their happiness was short-lived. After he left, all their beautiful dreams vanished. Her parents, out of love for their children, were willing to forgive and let her return home, but the strong-willed girl insisted on taking responsibility for her own actions.

She believed that if she was wrong, she must accept the "punishment"; and if she was right, she couldn't abandon their shared dream, even though she was now alone.

So she began to support the family alone, raising their child alone. The hardships she endured were something only those who experienced it firsthand could truly understand.

(Years later)

In the wedding hall of "Sea King," candles were hung high, music was deafening, and the room was bustling with activity, adding to the joyous atmosphere of the occasion.

"Mrs. Chen, congratulations! Congratulations!..."

"Wow! The bride and groom are such a perfect match!..."

"Mrs. Chen, by helping your son complete his life's important event, you've fulfilled a wish..."

"Thank you... thank you... thank you..." A faint, almost imperceptible sadness lingered in Liu Meixue's bright smile as she greeted the arriving guests: "Please take your seats, thank you..."

The banquet began, and the other guests took their seats, leaving the entrance somewhat deserted. Liu Meixue sat down behind the cashier's table to rest, bending down to rub her aching legs from standing for so long. She glanced at the enlarged photograph of the bride and groom beside her, and for a moment, she stared in a daze. Her gaze settled on the distant horizon, lost in quiet contemplation.

Liu Meixue recalled working in a garment factory with her young son, trying to find opportunities to work overtime to cover expenses such as baby formula, clothes, diapers, and rent. Fortunately, her boss was kind; he not only allowed her to bring her son to work but also made things as convenient as possible for her, such as feeding him, changing his diapers, and soothing him when he cried. He wouldn't be upset if she stopped working. Liu Meixue also thought about how some people advised her to remarry, and how many enthusiastic suitors she had rejected. She believed she only loved her husband, even after he was gone, so she always referred to herself as "Mrs. Chen" and not "Miss Liu." Her son belonged to her and her husband; she didn't want any man other than her husband to have him. No matter how hard it was, she would persevere until her son was grown up and had his own family. Now, she had finally made it through… "Mrs. Chen, why haven't you taken your seat yet? Everyone is waiting for you… No one dares to start eating until you arrive…" The waiter's voice, urging her to come, pulled Liu Meixue back to reality.

Liu Meixue walked into the restaurant, gazing at her son, who was beaming with joy and beaming with pride. A wave of mixed emotions washed over her, a sense of both relief and heaviness washing over her. She had accomplished the most important thing in her life; yet, in doing so, she had lost her center of gravity. Liu Meixue felt a little lost… (On their wedding night)

Jiabao wantonly kneaded and manipulated Yumei's two smooth breasts, rolling and flattening their full, elastic peaks, yet stubbornly seeking an opportunity to return to their original shape. The trembling motion was a true visual delight.

This wasn't the first time Jiabao and Yumei had embraced so openly, but they had never been so carefree and unrestrained as they were today, because they were married. The pleasures of their marriage had become natural; there was no longer a need to sneak around to hotels, fearing being seen by acquaintances, the possibility of hidden cameras, or the risk of her accidentally becoming pregnant.

“Mmm…mmm…baby…you…kissed me…so…comfortably…mmm…today…” Yu Mei keenly sensed Jia Bao’s unusual enthusiasm, and her emotions surged rapidly: “…Mmm…harder…ahh…good…good…mmm…rub again…mmm…rub again…”

“…tsk…tsk…keep it down…Mom is sleeping in…tsk…the next room…let her hear…tsk…sorry…tsk…” Jia Bao sucked on Yu Mei’s hard nipples while teasingly mocking her: “So…you are also…so…tsk tsk…slutty…usually you…pretend to be…tsk tsk…proper…lady…tsk tsk…tsk…”

Yu Mei’s breath was ragged, her whole body swaying like a willow in the wind, twisting slightly: “I’m not coming anymore…you just…mmm…laugh at me…ahh…don’t bite…mmm…don’t bite…mmm…” Her hands seemed to be wandering aimlessly, greedily caressing Jia Bao’s body.

Jiabao seemed certain that the delicious treat he was about to devour would never escape him, so he wasn't in a hurry for the final touch. He wanted to savor every inch of Yumei's delicate skin. Jiabao's nimble tongue and warm, moist lips meticulously licked every inch of Yumei's face, the back of her ears and neck, her breasts and lower abdomen, down to her toes.

Jiabao knelt at Yumei's feet, and by slightly raising his head, he could clearly see her densely covered vulva.

The mysterious and inviolable female genitalia, viewed from this angle, were even more arousing and exciting. Especially the clearly visible entrance to her honeyed vulva, still oozing with glistening moisture, was simply a fatal attraction and temptation.

Jiabao moved his body and pressed down on Yumei again, giving her a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined, his strong chest pressed against her full breasts, and his hard, throbbing penis rubbed and pulsated against her thighs.

Yu Mei's slender fingers traced the inside of Jia Bao's thigh, finding his engorged penis. She noticed it was unusually hard, as if it had grown larger and thicker overnight. Yu Mei was somewhat surprised, yet she held it tightly, slowly stroking it.

Jia Bao's emotions had reached their peak; he felt that if he didn't find a suitable place for his penis, it might burst from the swelling. Without a

word, Jia Bao guided his penis, ready to insert it into the eagerly awaited vagina.

Yu Mei quickly and gently pushed Jia Bao away, whispering, "Wait…you haven't put on a condom yet…" This was a recurring reminder from Yu Mei to Jia Bao in his frenzy, always leaving him feeling incomplete and unsatisfied.

“Forget about condoms…” Jia Bao rubbed his glans against the entrance of her vagina, “Have you forgotten…we’re husband and wife now…I want the real deal…not just a half-hearted attempt…besides…Mom’s waiting to hold her grandson…hmm…” As Jia Bao spoke, he thrust his hips forward, “plop!” His penis slid in.

“Ah…hmm…” Yu Mei’s vagina was already feeling a tingling, pleasurable sensation from the rubbing of his penis, and Jia Bao’s sudden thrust made her feel as if she had been thrown high into the air. The powerful impact gave her indescribable stimulation and pleasure, and she could only express her overwhelming joy with soft moans and gasps.

“Oh…hmm…your pussy…so wet…so hot…hmm…so tight…oh…”

Without the condom, Jia Bao’s penis could feel the wet heat inside her vagina more clearly. With each slow thrust, his penis could clearly feel the wrinkles and buds on the vaginal walls, the brushing pleasure was exactly what she dreamed of, the unforgettable sensation.

"Okay...husband...ah...mmm...so full...mmm...so comfortable...oh oh..." The penis felt like a hot iron rod, searing the vaginal walls. The swollen glans was also powerfully thrusting against the uterus, making Yu Mei feel a tingling, numb sensation throughout her lower body: "...mmm...good...harder...ah ah...yes...ah...so comfortable...mmm...oh..."

Yu Mei's moans were incredibly seductive, and her swaying hips and waist gave Jia Bao a sense of victory and sadistic excitement. He involuntarily increased the speed of his thrusts, pumping his penis rapidly inside her gushing, hot vagina.

Jia Bao's penis was like an engine piston, or a water pump, relentlessly squeezing the fluid seeping from her vagina. The "squeak! squeak!" sounds grew louder and more frequent, mingling with Yu Mei's ecstatic moans, like a soul-stirring, decadent symphony. The

unprotected penis throbbing inside her vagina certainly stimulated Yu Mei more, perhaps psychologically; perhaps the lack of a protective membrane meant the exposed veins on its surface provided more effective scratching and friction. Yu Mei loved this kind of real contact, so even during her safe period, she never asked Jia Bao to use a condom.

Their breathing was like that of someone sprinting in a 100-meter race, their bodies intertwined as tightly as conjoined twins. Now, it seemed as if not only their sexual organs were joined, but their entire bodies, breaths, and even souls were fused together. It was as if their hearts were connected; in addition to fully releasing their desires, they could also feel each other's pleasure.

Each orgasm was more intense than the last, like waves rising and falling; one wave subsided only for another to rise. Yu Mei's intermittent moans sounded a little hoarse and weak: "...Ugh...Ugh...Hoo...Bao...I can't...Hoo...I can't...anymore...Ugh...I can't...anymore...Hoo..."

Jia Bao was covered in sweat, seemingly ignoring Yu Mei's almost pleading moans, and continued to thrust rapidly and deeply, until his penis gradually went from numb to itchy, from tingling to sore, and gradually spread, then stimulated his waist and bone marrow like needles. Then he felt his penis seemed to be endlessly swelling and expanding, as if it were trembling uncontrollably.

“Ah… Mei… huff… I’m coming… ah… it’s coming… ah ah ah…”

Jia Bao arched his back, thrusting his hips with all his might, pressing his penis deep into the very depths of her vagina. In a flash, streams of hot semen shot out in several consecutive bursts, completely filling Yu Mei’s body, not a single drop wasted.

“Ah ah… umm… ooh… ah ah…” The cries of pleasure were indistinguishable, their words unintelligible. Perhaps those cries and murmurs, on the surface, meant nothing; they were merely a hysterical release of emotions.

“Huff… huff… huff…” Jia Bao slumped against Yu Mei again, his vigorous movements like a kite with a broken string, suddenly coming to a jarring stillness; but his inner emotions, like a stroll down a gentle slope, slowly calmed down.

(Chang Yijun)

When the commotion began in the next room, Liu Meixue, lying in bed preparing for sleep, was swept up in a torrent of thoughts. She knew perfectly well what her son and daughter-in-law were doing. At first, she was shy and blushed, but the whispers and soft moans that followed, though quiet and indistinct, struck her like thunder, deeply impacting her heart.

Meixue tried to ignore the unsettling sounds, but they were like mercury seeping into everything, relentlessly and mercilessly seeping into her mind without needing to pass through her ears, and refusing to leave.

Meixue sat up, rapidly shaking her head from side to side, as if trying to shake off her agitated emotions. Then she went to the balcony and relaxed on the recliner. The night air was slightly chilly, but it calmed her turbulent emotions somewhat, and with a more peaceful heart, she recalled her husband.

Although Meixue's time with her husband was short, and despite the many years that have passed, she still remembers his affectionate smile and tender care. Jiabao's appearance and every gesture are strikingly similar to his father's. She has repeatedly thanked God for this blessing, allowing her to feel through her son that her husband is still by her side, never having left.

Meixue thinks with a bittersweet feeling that the time she spent with her husband was short; she can even clearly count the number of times they made love. Although not many, each time was so passionate and intense, unforgettable.

Perhaps it's transference, or perhaps her love for her husband is indelible, but since his passing, Meixue has not only not been with other men, but has also repeatedly rejected those who have pursued her. This is because her mind is completely focused on her son, deliberately ignoring all her own needs and desires.

Of course, Meixue, being of flesh and blood, was not immune to occasional lustful thoughts, but she viewed these stirrings of desire as sinful and tried her best to suppress them, perhaps by taking a cold shower or letting the cold wind cool her emotions and calm them down. Occasionally, when suppression proved ineffective, Liu Meixue would indulge in masturbation in a state of blissful intoxication. Although these instances were few and far between, they served as a way to release her lust, but afterwards, she always felt a pang of guilt.

Just like now, the commotion next door had stirred up strong feelings of lust within Meixue. She mocked herself, "...What a ridiculous joke! My son and daughter-in-law actually aroused my emotions. If people knew, wouldn't they laugh their heads off..." Like a child who had done something wrong and was afraid of being discovered, she felt both ashamed and remorseful.

Unbeknownst to her, the cool evening breeze gently caressed Meixue's face, as if soothing her turbulent emotions. The gentle caress gradually relaxed her, and sleepiness crept in amidst her scattered thoughts. In her hazy state, she imagined her husband returning to her side, tenderly stroking her face, lulling her to sleep… (Crisis)

Loud laughter erupted from the television. Weekend programs were always so captivating yet tedious, miraculously drawing the whole family together, yet they all stared silently at the small screen.

During the commercials, Jiabao and Yumei kept exchanging glances. Meixue glanced at them briefly and knew her son was troubled. After all, after more than twenty years together, how could a mother's every move escape her notice? Meixue seemed focused on the television, but her thoughts were on her son, because she felt Jiabao seemed to have something to say, yet was finding it difficult to express.

"Mom, I'm going to take a shower!" Yumei got up, greeted Meixue, and turned to leave.

Meixue nodded, and after Yumei left, she said to Jiabao, "Jiabao, is there something you want to tell me?"

"I...I..." Jiabao's face flushed red, but he didn't know where to begin.

Meixue smiled and tapped Jiabao's head: "You're a married man now, why are you still so shy? Just say what's on your mind, and Mom will help you to the end...Did you two have a fight...Are you thinking of starting your own business but lacking funds...Is it..." Meixue asked several possible questions, and Jiabao kept shaking his head. Jiabao knew

perfectly well that it was pointless to say anything. If he said anything, his mother would never agree, and it would only hurt their relationship; if he didn't say anything, Yumei would make a scene. He was truly in a dilemma. Jiabao could only pretend to be nonchalant and say, "No...nothing...It's not very important, we can talk about it later..." After saying that, he quickly left the living room and went back to his room.

Meixue stood there, stunned. She thought about how Jiabao used to discuss everything with his mother, big or small; there were practically no secrets between them. How come he seemed like a completely different person after getting married? The usual casual conversations had lessened, but now he wouldn't even speak his mind. "Sigh! My son is married now, he belongs to his wife, not his mother anymore..." Meixue felt a pang of sadness.

She lost all interest in watching TV, turned it off, and went back to her room. As she passed her son's room, she heard Yumei yelling. She quickly stopped to listen, trying to glean something from their conversation.

"...Shh, keep your voice down, Mom's still in the living room..." Jiabao's voice sounded somewhat helpless.

"...I don't care! You promised yourself, why are you backing out now?..." Yumei's voice lowered considerably, but Meixue, standing at the door, heard every word. "...You were just trying to fool me before the wedding, and now you don't care anymore..."

“I…I really can’t bring myself to say it!…Actually, what’s wrong with us living together? Why do we have to move out? And…” Hearing Jia Bao say this, Mei Xue not only suddenly realized, but was also shocked and bewildered. She didn’t hear what Jia Bao said after that.

“I know you’re worried Mom will be lonely, but we’re just moving out, not abandoning her or ignoring her! We can even find a place closer; or come back to visit her every week.

Not living together will actually make us closer.”

“Find a place closer? Come back to visit her every week?” Jia Bao seemed to think Yu Mei was being a bit unreasonable and unnecessary: “Why bother? I really don’t know why you’re making things so difficult for yourself, I really don’t understand what you’re doing this for?”

“Freedom!” Yu Mei’s voice unconsciously rose again: “What I want is a free and unrestrained life.”

Jia Bao found it amusing: “No one in this house is looking after you, how can you say you’re restrained?” Mei Xue nodded in agreement; indeed, she never interfered with anything Yu Mei did.

“I know Mom is very good to me, very polite. But…” Yu Mei’s voice was a little aggrieved, “I always feel very uncomfortable. Like when I get off work, I’m really tired, but Mom is busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. Do you think I shouldn’t help? After dinner, can I just watch Mom clean up and wash the dishes by herself without helping? Unlike you, sitting there like a big shot watching TV with your legs crossed…”

“Who said that!” Jia Bao seemed to have caught the grammatical error and retorted, “I also help wash the dishes!”

“Hmph! Yes, I do, but so few times you can count them on one hand…” Yu Mei retorted, not to be outdone, “Besides, when you want to help, Mom always tells you to go away, saying things like, ‘This is a woman’s job’; and ‘You’re so tired after work, go rest and watch TV!’ I’m also very tired, why can’t I rest and watch TV too! Do I deserve this bad luck?!”

“But, if we move out, won’t we still have to do the laundry and cooking ourselves?”

“That’s different. At least we don’t have to rush! And if we want to be lazy sometimes, we don’t have to cook at home. We can go out to eat together. We don’t have to cook or wash, and no one will nag us.”

Jia Bao seemed to want to stop arguing with Yu Mei, so he tried to smooth things over by saying, “Okay! Okay! I admit I was wrong… We can take our time moving out. We haven’t found a place yet anyway…”

“Haven’t found a place! You’re just using that as an excuse to brush me off… When I find a place, let’s see what you have to say… Hehe… What are you doing… Hehe… Don’t touch me like that… Hehe… It tickles… Haha…” Yu Mei suddenly giggled, probably because Jia Bao was tickling her.

"Shh... keep it down..." Jia Bao chuckled as he said, "If Mom hears us, she'll think we're having some kind of tantrum in our sleep!"

"Shh, keep it down," Yu Mei mimicked Jia Bao's tone, then seized the opportunity to persuade him, "What do you mean!

I like to yell... If we moved out, I could yell however I wanted, who could stop me?... Unlike now, where I have to swallow my pride... If you don't get a little more proactive, I might not let you into my room to sleep..."

"Oh! You like to yell, huh!? I'll let you yell as much as you want, you little rascal..."

"Ah... heh... hee... no... no... umm... umm..." Yu Mei still tried to suppress her voice.

As the saying goes, "A fight at the head of the bed is resolved at the foot of the bed." Occasional bickering between husband and wife is just another way to vent emotions. As long as it's not too excessive, it might even add some fun to life. Besides, once they're in bed, everything is fine.

Hearing their playful banter, Meixue guessed what they were doing and, feeling embarrassed to listen any longer, quickly went into her room. Once inside, she went to the balcony and sat on the armchair, her gaze constantly drifting to the wall next to her son's room. That wall seemed to possess an inexplicable magic, drawing her in yet simultaneously making her want to escape.

Suddenly, Meixue seemed to have an epiphany. She realized why she had been so absent-minded and listless lately, unable to muster any energy for anything—it was all because of her son. She felt that Jiabao had once been very close to her, sometimes even acting like a child, sometimes trying to make her happy, and even confiding in her when he was upset or sad. But now, Jiabao had transferred all that intimacy and trust to his wife.

A pang of sadness welled up in Meixue's heart. She truly couldn't believe that over twenty years of family affection couldn't withstand a mere few months of romantic love. She just hadn't considered that she herself had been the same way, disregarding family ties for love. If she had remembered that she too had been young and had once been crazy in love, perhaps she would have felt a little better.

Meixue understood that her shock and refusal to move out wasn't because of her son's departure, but because of the person interfering—her daughter-in-law, Yumei. Thinking back,

Jiabao had been away from home for extended periods before, like living in dormitories during university and while serving in the army. Meixue felt that during those times, although her son was far away, his heart was still connected to her. Now, however, it was the opposite; he was physically present and saw her every day, but his heart was only with his wife.

"Why?" Meixue kept asking herself, "Why! For over twenty years, I've worked hard, if not with great achievements, but still can't compare to a woman... What right does she have to take away the love of my life, the center of my life, from me..."

All her doubts seemed to have been answered. Whether true or not, at least she had an excuse to vent her frustrations. Meixue began to feel jealous and resentful towards Yumei: "If it weren't for her intervention, my son and I would have a very good relationship... She's a destroyer... destroying our relationship..."

"No!" Meixue's heart was screaming excitedly, "I can't let her take Jiabao away like this!... I absolutely refuse to admit defeat, and I can't lose... Jiabao is mine... No one can take away his person or his heart..."

"Ah ah..." Suddenly, Yumei's passionate cries came from next door. Although she immediately suppressed them, they were clear enough for Meixue to know the context of the pager call, and also clear enough for Meixue to suddenly realize the truth in her confusion.

“…If you don’t act more proactively, I’m afraid I won’t let you sleep in my room…” Meixue remembered Yumei “threatening” Jiabao like this earlier. “Could it be…that’s why…Jiabao is bewitched by her looks…” Thinking further, Meixue’s face flushed with embarrassment.

The commotion next door seemed to have subsided. Meixue lay back on the bed, but she tossed and turned, unable to sleep… (Leaving)

Jiabao finally brought up the matter of moving out with Meixue, and of course, Meixue refused. Then Jiabao had to appease Yumei’s dissatisfaction. This cycle repeated itself again and again, making Jiabao suffer the torment of being caught in the middle.

In the end, Meixue couldn’t resist Jiabao’s pleading, and she felt sorry for her son’s increasingly haggard appearance due to worries. She also couldn’t find a reason not to let him move out, so she had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

"Sigh!" Meixue said with a mix of heartache and regret, "Once a son grows up, he belongs to someone else; once his wings are strong enough, he wants to fly away..." Meixue finally cried. In the more than twenty years since she cried for her husband's passing, she had never felt so heartbroken. Crying seemed like a foreign emotion to her, a luxury.

Jiabao was also saddened, but firmly promised, "I will come back to visit you often!"

Indeed, when Jiabao first moved away, he called home almost every day to check on his mother, and he would come back to spend more time with her on holidays. However, as time went on, the calls became less frequent; the chances of him returning seemed increasingly slim.

Meixue leaned against the door, waiting expectantly, only to be disappointed more and more often; the phone calls seemed to have fallen silent along with the empty house.

(Translated)

"Ah...ah...yes...fuck me harder...oh...harder..." Miyuki felt Jiabao's penis filling her vagina, the powerful thrusts driving her almost to madness, arousing the lust deep within her: "Thrust...thrust again...I want...mmm...your penis...ah...pierce me..."

Miyuki's usually resolute and reserved demeanor seemed to vanish in an instant, transforming her into an extremely wanton woman, moaning and screaming ecstatically as her son's penis thrust in and out: "Mmm..." …Ah Bao…Oh…my good…son…mmm…you’re…so…comfortable…mmm…you’re really good…ah ah…”

Jia Bao lay on top of Mei Xue, his hands supporting his upper body, his expression serious yet excited as he exhaled thick, turbid breaths. His waist and hips thrust rapidly, each time he forcefully inserted his penis, a slapping sound of muscles clashing against each other was heard, and the remaining force propelled Mei Xue’s body, causing her sagging breasts to undulate, forming a wave-like motion like grass swaying in the wind.

“Oh…so good…mmm…Mom…it’s been so long…not…so good…ah ah…I’ve never…been like this…oh oh…I want…you to be…my…mmm…husband…every day…like…like this…mmm…fuck…fuck me…” Mei Xue moaned the filthy words she had never dared to think of before, and she tried her best to thrust her hips, allowing Jia Bao’s penis to penetrate deeper and rub wider.

“Hmm…Mom…me too…hmm…I like…Mom…I’ve wanted…hmm…to…make love with Mom…hmm…” Jia Bao’s voice trembled and he could barely breathe during the intense movements: “Hmm…but…I’m afraid Mom…hmm…will scold…me…hmm…I’m so…sad…hmm…today…finally…hmm…I got…my wish…hmm…”

“Silly…child…oh…Mom is…your…hmm…all of you…hmm…my…ahh…my…pussy…is also…your…as long as you want…hmm…you can…ah…anytime…ah…yes…like this…harder…hmm…hmm…hmm…” Mei Xue’s whole body was thrown more urgently and forcefully.

“A Bao…wait…wait a minute…” Mei Xue suddenly pushed Jia Bao gently and said, “You…doing it like this…will be very tiring…come on, take a rest…let me do it…come on…you lie down…” Jia Bao did as she said and lay down next to Mei Xue.

Miyuki gazed at the engorged, erect penis, its veined surface glistening with moisture, especially the strikingly red glans, which resembled a ferocious beast, its violent and aggressive posture provocative. Miyuki felt a mixture of love and fear, yet she couldn't help but reach out and grasp it.

"Mmm... Ah Bao... I didn't expect... your penis... to be... so big... and... to... feel... so... good..." Miyuki slowly straddled Jia Bao's lower body, allowing his penis to re-enter her overflowing, wet vagina.

“Mmm… Ah Bao… Oh… Your… cock… Oh… is filling… my little hole… Oh… So beautiful… So comfortable… Mmm…” Mei Xue needed both the undulating thrusting and the frictional stimulation, making her look flustered and swaying as she tried to balance them: “Ah… Ah Bao… It… It’s… all the way in… Mmm… It’s so… wonderful… Mmm… So good… Mmm…”

Jia Bao also rubbed Mei Xue’s breasts at times; at other times he held her waist and helped her with the undulating motion, he was really busy and happy: “Mom… Mmm… I didn’t expect… your cunt… to still… be so… narrow… so tight… Mmm… It’s holding my… cock… Oh… so tight… Oh… So comfortable… Mmm…”

"This...isn't it all...for you...hmm..." Meixue's plaintive voice sounded both coquettish and sweet: "Hmm...for you...I...hmm...haven't considered...remarrying...I haven't been with...any other...men...hmm...ahh...hmm...for you...I can...hmm...sacrifice...even...let you...do...ahh...do me...hmm...hmm...I can't...lose you...ahh...do me...again...do...ah...hmm..."

Jiabao also knew that what his mother had done for him was a debt of gratitude he could never repay in his lifetime, so as long as it made his mother happy, he was willing to go through fire and water. Just like now, seeing his mother's joyful, satisfied, and happy expression, Jia Bao did everything he could to make her happy: "Mom...no...I won't leave you...as long as you...are willing...you say...I'll make you...happy anytime..."

"Hmm...ahh...good son...ohh...good husband...hmm...faster...faster...ahh..." Mei Xue suddenly swayed wildly, as if she were riding a bumpy horse, her desperate screams sounding somewhat hoarse: "Ahh...I...I want...want...hum...coming...ahh...going...hmm...ahh...I'm flying...ahh...ahh..."

Jia Bao felt Mei Xue's vagina contracting intensely, gripping his penis even tighter, and in the writhing, it felt as if a strong suction force was devouring it. He seemed unable to withstand the stimulation any longer; a tingling numbness ran through his lower body, and a surge of hot semen was about to erupt: "Ah... Mom... I want to... um... I'm going to cum... Oh... I can't take it... Oh... I can't hold back... Ahh..."

Meixue, in a state of ecstasy, let Jiabao's penis press deep into her vagina, leaning down to kiss her son: "Um... Cum... Cum... Let it out... Let us... reach... orgasm together... Ah... Cum... All... into... Mom's... hole... Um... Ahhh... Ahhh..."

With a shudder and spasms, a stream of hot fluid shot from the tip of his penis; Jiabao could almost feel the force of its powerful thrust. The force of the impact seemed to send Meixue flying, or plunge her into an endless abyss. They seemed to have no other way to release their turbulent emotions than to scream... Ahhh... Ahhh...

"Ahhh..." This sudden scream jolted Meixue awake from her erotic dream.

Miyuki, her face flushed and sweating profusely, sat bolt upright in bed, frantically looking around. In the dim light of the nightlight, it was clear that the empty room held no one but herself; apart from her own rapid breathing, there was only a chilling silence and indifference.

The surroundings seemed to mock Miyuki for having only a wet dream, but the sticky, wet feeling between her legs made the dream feel unbelievably real: "How could this be?... How could I have such a dream?

..." Miyuki murmured to herself, repeating the same question.

She lay back on the bed, seemingly paralyzed, unwilling to get up and clean herself of the sticky feeling; she found it rather comfortable. She also felt a pang of guilt for dreaming of having sex with her son; yet, the vivid, detailed dream still stirred a lingering unease within her as she recalled it.

"It's really wrong of me to have such an embarrassing dream... Luckily it was just a dream... Can you have orgasm in a dream?... It's been so long since I've had sex, I'm afraid I've forgotten how... Is Abao's penis really that good?... Could it be that I'm dreaming about it because I've been thinking about it during the day... Am I a lewd mother... Are Abao and Yumei like that too...? How could I have such a dream..." Complex thoughts surged through Meixue's mind like a tide: "Sigh! I'm going to have insomnia again tonight..."

(Xuemei vying for spring)

"Mom! Yumei is pregnant!" Jiabao's voice on the phone sounded unusually excited: "I went with her to the hospital for a check-up today, and the doctor said she's already three months pregnant, Mom! You're going to be a grandmother, Mom! Do you prefer a boy or a girl?" Jiabao talked on and on.

Meixue found Jiabao's son adorably naive and laughed, saying, "Silly boy! You can't decide whether you have a boy or a girl. Whether it's a boy or a girl, he's my precious grandson, and I love him just the same." Then, Meixue said something she was reluctant to say: "Yumei is pregnant now, so you need to be more considerate of her and not let her overwork herself. If you have time, don't rush back; spend more time with her. I... I'll find time to visit you."

"It's okay! It's only three months along. This Sunday, I'll go back with Yumei to see you... Goodbye!"

As soon as she hung up, Meixue wished time would pass quickly so she could see her son and grandson soon. In Meixue's clear memory, Jiabao hadn't been back for two weeks, and she longed for the atmosphere of a family reunion.

However, on Sunday morning, Jiabao called, instantly extinguishing Meixue's excitement and anticipation. Jiabao said, "Mom! I'm sorry, I... can't come back to see you today... because Yumei said she's very tired and wants to rest at home... so..."

"It's okay..." Meixue held back her tears, "Just... spend more time with her... I... I... don't blame her..." Meixue quickly hung up the phone because she didn't want Jiabao to hear her sobbing, hoarse voice. Then, tears streamed down her face.

Time passed by, but Meixue, sitting on the sofa in a daze, was completely unaware until the noise of a door opening and closing woke her up. Meixue looked up in surprise and saw that it was Jiabao who had returned in a fit of anger. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, afraid that this was just a dream that had given her false hope.

"Mom! I'm sorry!" Jiabao's voice finally made Meixue believe that this was not a dream, but real. Jiabao hurriedly said, "I could tell you were sad on the phone, so I rushed back to see you. Mom! I'm sorry!

I really didn't mean to upset you..."

Meixue burst into tears of joy, sobbing as she said, "It's good you're back! It's good you're back! Mom doesn't blame you! It's good you're back... Come sit down... Let's talk slowly..." It was a heartwarming scene of mother and son reunited, chatting and laughing as they talked about everyday things, unaware that it was getting dark.

Jiabao got up, turned on the light, and changed the subject, asking, "Are pregnant women always more irritable?" From his tone, you could tell he had suffered from this before.

"Yes, she will!" Meixue asked with concern, "How is it? Did Yumei upset you?"

"Recently, Yumei has been throwing tantrums for no reason and breaking things." Jiabao frowned, looking helpless. "Take this morning, for example. I asked her to come back with me, but not only did she not come, she said I only cared about Mom and not her, and she cried and made a scene. It's really unreasonable, so..."

Meixue waved her hand, "Let's not talk about this anymore, I don't blame you. But, as a couple, harmony is the most important thing. Just be more accommodating to her. Even if she's taken advantage of or bullied, it's someone else, not a stranger.

Just bear with it, it should be better after she gives birth. Sigh! This has really been tough on you!"

"No!" Jiabao suddenly shouted angrily, startling Meixue. Jia Bao seemed to want to pour out all the grievances in her heart at once: "She's always been prejudiced against you. From forcing me to move out to preventing me from coming home to see you, we've argued countless times. I know that a family should be harmonious, but on one side is my mother, and on the other is my wife. Whom should I side with? I...I...I'm so conflicted..."

Mei Xue patted Jia Bao's hand tenderly: "I know your feelings and your difficulties. Sigh! Young people these days are all like this. They don't like to be restrained and think they need their own little world, ignoring their parents' feelings. Back then, I was just like that...Sigh! I really regret it now."

"Sigh, don't talk about such sad things!" Meixue changed the subject. "Actually, Mom worked so hard to raise you, hoping you'd be able to support yourself as soon as possible. Now you're married and about to become a father, so my hard work has paid off, and my mission is complete. Your future will be spent with your wife; she's essentially taken over the responsibility of caring for you from me. So you must carefully manage your marriage and not cause any trouble because of me, or I'll feel guilty."

"Mom!" Jiabao hugged Meixue tightly, moved, just like when he was a child snuggling in his mother's arms.

"Yes, I know, only Mom loves me the most!"

A loving embrace is the most natural thing in the world, but Jiabao's mature masculine aura gave Meixue a strange feeling, reminding her of that passionate night, and her heart pounded like a deer's. Meixue wanted to push Jiabao away, but she was afraid he would discover her hidden thoughts; moreover, she felt reluctant to give up this embrace.

When Jiabao pressed his head against Meixue's chest, he was also taken aback. He truly hadn't realized he was already an adult; his thoughts were no longer as innocent as a child's. Although it was his mother's breast, it was undoubtedly a woman's breast, and naturally, it would evoke certain thoughts. The faint scent of milk emanating from her body relentlessly assaulted his senses, stimulating his emotions.

It seemed truly a mother and son were connected at heart; the word "incest!" flashed through both of their minds simultaneously. In the customs, morals, and laws of real society, not only was doing this forbidden, but even thinking about it was a heinous crime.

Although, during his puberty, Jiabao had masturbated while fantasizing about his mother, it was merely a naive impulse; he wouldn't dare to even consider it in real life.

If it weren't for these inner reservations, in this situation of mutual attraction, it would naturally have led to passionate sex. Although there were moral norms that restrained their behavior, this barrier was both thin and fragile in their hearts. Perhaps, if either of them made the request, the other would have accepted without hesitation.

But instead, they remained silently embracing, their emotions a complex mix of tension, longing, impulsiveness, and repression. Neither spoke, and apart from the sounds of their own and each other's breathing, heartbeats, and even the rushing of blood, the entire space and time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Time relentlessly ticked by, and the motionless position made Meixue feel stiff and numb. She gently pushed Jiabao away, but then, afraid he would see her blushing face, she stood up, turning her back to him, trying to calm her agitation, and said, "It's getting late, you should go back!" Jiabao, feeling guilty, lowered his

head, as if answering; or perhaps talking to himself, "Go back? Go back where?... This morning, when I insisted on coming out to see you, Yumei yelled at me, saying, 'If you dare go out, don't come back!'... Going back now will only lead to another argument... I think, let's talk about it tomorrow!... Maybe her anger will subside by tomorrow." "Alright!" "Miyuki didn't dare turn her head, and walked towards the bedroom as if fleeing: 'I want to rest early, you should go to sleep early too, we can talk about anything tomorrow.' 'Mom, goodnight!'

She took a cold shower in the bathroom, but it still couldn't cool down Miyuki's turbulent emotions, showing how shocked she had been by that hug just now. Miyuki changed into loose pajamas, tried to relax on the bed, and tried her best not to think about those things she shouldn't think about, but the more she tried not to think about them, the more they entangled her thoughts and wouldn't leave her mind."

"When Abao hugged me just now, I could feel his excitement and desire. He didn't seem to see me as his mother, but as his lover, his wife." Meixue savored the memory, seemingly letting her imagination run wild, following her feelings: "Seeing how he was tormented by lust, it seemed like he hadn't been intimate with Yumei in a long time." Meixue seemed to be making excuses for herself and Jiabao's mistakes, trying to find a more legitimate or convincing reason for their wrongdoing: "Regardless of gender, once they mature, they will have desires. I'm a woman, and it's normal for Abao to be impulsive in that intimate embrace... But I also felt impulsive. Did I secretly hope that Abao..." "He was being intimate with me..." "...Just now, if Jia Bao had taken things any further, would I have refused? ...Did he even want to do it?..." Mei Xue was already trapped in the demons of lust, unable to extricate herself: "...If I had taken the initiative then...would he have refused...would he have laughed at me?..." "...If I had been intimate with him...would he have become closer to me? ...No, we are mother and son...we can't do that...but...seeing him caught in the dilemma between his mother and wife...I really can't bear it...Oh God...Ah Zhong...if you have a spirit...tell me, what should I do..." In her chaotic thoughts, Mei Xue thought of her deceased husband and the hardships of the past twenty-odd years.

"Abao, do you know, Mom really doesn't want you to get married... Mom so wishes you could stay by my side forever... When I said you should treat your wife well, that was just me deceiving myself..." Meixue increasingly understood her own feelings and expectations. Facing the wall next to her son's room, she shouted her confession in her mind:

"I'll agree to anything you want... If you're willing, I can be your wife... I can have your children..." At this moment, Meixue seemed to see clearly her love for her son, a love that was already unbreakable. Perhaps, if Jiabao just asked, even if it would cost her her life, she would agree without hesitation: "I've given my son over twenty years of youth and happiness... As long as Abao is happy, even if it means bearing eternal guilt, I'm willing..." "Let me bear all the guilt!" Meixue seemed to have made up her mind, immediately got up, opened the door, and went out.

The miracle of the mother-son connection was proven once again. When Meixue stepped out of the room, she saw Jiabao standing at the door as well. Their eyes met, a thousand unspoken words flowing between them, allowing them to understand each other's thoughts and intentions.

The short corridor felt both vastly different and intimately close. Like a slow-motion scene in a film, they moved slowly closer, meeting in the middle of the corridor, so close they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Neither spoke; perhaps anything more would be superfluous. Now, besides a passionate kiss, nothing else mattered… (Epilogue)

Don't accuse me of anticlimactic; I'll leave the ending to your imagination!

Perhaps nothing happened between them…

Perhaps they began having affairs…

Perhaps they brought their wives along for a threesome…

Perhaps they were too ashamed to face others…

Perhaps…

However, I can't resist the urge to write a crooked poem as a conclusion:

“Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law vie for favor, neither willing to yield, causing heartache and much thought; the mother-in-law is no less beautiful than the daughter-in-law, the daughter-in-law is no less fragrant than the mother-in-law.” Since ancient times, there has always been resentment between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law. It's a matter of difficult judgment, and a dispute that's hard to resolve amicably. However, in the midst of this cold war and heated struggle, regardless of who wins or loses, the one who suffers the most is the man caught in the middle, the son and husband.

Perhaps the male protagonist in this story is an exception.

Postscript:

Actually, I've never formally written a story about mother-son incest or mother-son love. Previous stories may have touched on incestuous events, but those weren't the main focus. Therefore, this story, "Snow Plum," should be considered my first work on incest.

Although incest is not tolerated in society, it has indeed happened, causing considerable shock. Consider the individuals involved: why would they risk such a heinous act, committing something so universally condemned and outrageous? Was it love? Was it lust? And what were their inner thoughts?

I once heard a female friend complain that her husband had slept with his mother before marriage, and even after marriage, he frequently sought opportunities to sleep with her. She said, "Even if they were completely innocent and nothing untoward happened, sleeping together inevitably meant unintentionally touching places they shouldn't in their sleep. I don't know how they would cope, how they would explain it..." Later, she divorced her husband because she couldn't tolerate it.

I also once read an informal psychological report (I suspect the word "informal" means without any accountability), titled "A Man's First Sexual Impulse Comes from His Mother." The report also includes lengthy and well-researched arguments, which I won't elaborate on here, as the title clearly states that infants experience sexual urges when their mothers breastfeed or bathe them, though they are unaware of these urges at the time, allowing them to develop into latent thoughts.

The report also mentions that the author conducted a psychological test, collecting questionnaires from mothers. He concluded with a startling finding: 80% of women (mothers) desire sex with their sons, second only to their husbands, but he emphasized that it was merely a thought, not an actual act.

These experiences are the motivation and material for this article. I aspire to find a middle ground between the fantasies of erotic literature and reality.

However, my knowledge is limited, and my abilities fall short. Therefore, any illogical developments or incomplete descriptions in this article are due to my shortcomings, and I welcome your corrections and guidance.

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