My Beautiful Headmistress Mom, Chapter 30

Author: My Name is Cold and Dirty
Published: March 25, 2017
First Published: Yes
From now on, my verified pen name is [Heartache and Regret].
Chapter 30: The Second Wave of High Energy
Without the obstruction of my pants, my huge penis, like a dragon lurking in the abyss, was poised to break through the clouds and soar into the
sky. Finally, I could see the light of day again, but I never expected that I would actually pull out my penis in front of my mother under such
circumstances. I think only when I was out of my mind would I dare to molest my mother like this .
The moment I pulled out my penis, my mother was stunned. She didn't expect me to be so bold as to
make such a move in front of her. This was the first time since I grew up that my mother had seen my penis clearly in a normal state.
The enormous glans was more like a dragon's head, swollen and purplish-red, covered with bulging blue veins, the
visible blood vessels intertwined with the protruding blue veins. This thing that my mother both loved and hated
appeared before her once again. That night, which haunted her dreams and tormented her deeply
, was the night this sinful thing penetrated her body, reaching deep into her womb, as if piercing her soul.
The indescribable feeling remains vivid in her memory, and she often recalls that night's
intoxication. However, this very thing also caused her immense inner torment, shattering her long-held values and morals.
She had committed incest with her son; this fact tormented her day and night like a nightmare,
until she finally opened her heart. And it was this sinful thing that led her to fall in love with her own son—
such an absurd thing happened in her life.
Fate seemed to have played a cruel joke on her. She wondered if, without that night, she would
never have fallen in love with her son. But she was also grateful that fate had made its choice, allowing her
to experience love she had never tasted before. For the first time, she knew what true love felt like—
different from a wife's responsibility to her husband, and even more different from a mother's love for her son.
"Mom, I feel so uncomfortable here, my whole body hurts, am I going to die?"
This wasn't me being manipulative; the high fever had put my cerebral corpus cavernosum into a state of hibernation. Simply put,
my body was moving, but my soul was nowhere to be found. I was almost entirely acting on instinct. Everyone knows that bringing down
a fever is a long and painful process, especially after taking certain fever-reducing medications.
Mom smiled slightly, enduring the sensation of me rubbing her chest, and forced a smile. "Silly Xiaofeng,
it's just a little fever, how could you die? Even if Death dared to take my life, it would have to ask Mom's permission
first."
"But Mom, I really feel so uncomfortable here, I..."
I was just expressing my feelings. Looking at my shockingly large penis, Mom fell silent
. Her eyes flickered, as if she were making a difficult decision.
Finally, Mom sighed, reached down to my crotch, and grasped my burning heat. A scorching
heat startled her. How could it be so hot? It was incredible. My mother's small hand gradually climbed onto my
penis and began to stroke it up and down.
The warmth of her palm intertwined with the heat of my shaft, creating waves of intense heat. Could this be considered my mother helping
me masturbate? I probably never dreamed that one day my mother would willingly do such a shameful thing for me.
To think that a mother would help her son masturbate, especially my usually aloof and strict mother, was
incredibly stimulating, pushing my limits.
My mother's movements were a little clumsy; it was clear she rarely, if ever, did this kind of thing,
which reflected her personality. If I were sober at that moment, I would definitely feel sorry for my father. Over the years, my mother
had never even helped him with something as simple as masturbation. I doubt she had even touched his penis with her hand
more than a handful of times.
It has to be said that my father is truly pitiful as a man. It's
truly remarkable that he hasn't cheated on me all these years.
My mother kept shifting her hands, her expression seemingly unchanged, but her heart was already in turmoil
. For so many years, she had rarely touched her husband's penis, let alone caressed him like this.
For her, this was a challenge to her conservative nature.
However, this kind of masturbation by my mother's small hands didn't bring me any pleasure; instead, it made me even more uncomfortable.
Suddenly, the penis held in my mother's small hands twitched, the glans turning even more reddish-purple.
This change in my penis startled my mother again, leaving her unsure what to do.
My inexperienced mother had never experienced such a change in a penis before. It was already
a miracle that my father's penis could even get erect and bring my mother to orgasm at his age, thanks to the aphrodisiacs he consumed. Fortunately, my mother
was, after all, a mature wife, and had some understanding from her experience. My penis's reaction meant I
was aroused, but I needed even greater stimulation to reach my climax.
At this moment, my penis was harder than when I was about to ejaculate during masturbation. Scientific research shows that
when animals are critically ill, their hormones are secreted at an accelerated rate. In order to preserve their genes, they will fall into a state of extreme excitement,
also known as a "last gasp." [This is just serious nonsense, don't take it seriously.] And that's what happened to me.
"Mom, is something broken here? It hurts so much," I said, voicing my feelings.
I was so sick that I was practically delirious. Besides, my sex education was already lacking. If it weren't for Fatty Xu, my understanding of sex would probably still be stuck in the feudal era
.
Mom didn't know how to answer either. Her face was flushed, and I didn't know what she was thinking.
Seeing that Mom didn't speak, some images flashed before my eyes. So I got up and put my penis in front of Mom and
said, "Mom, can you suck it for me...?"
"Huh?"
Mom's eyes widened. She looked at me in disbelief, surprised that I would make such a request. She subconsciously
wanted to scold me. But when my mother saw my flushed face from the high fever, she couldn't speak
; her heart softened.
She told herself that she couldn't bear to see her son suffering so much, no matter how beautiful she looked.
She was strong-willed, but how could she not love her child, this piece of her own flesh and blood?
If this made her son feel better, as long as it didn't require her to cross her bottom line, she could accept it.
Isn't this the greatness of maternal love? Don't think that the scenes in AVs and erotic comics where mothers sacrifice their bodies for their sons
are all fictional; it's just that no one has experienced such a situation. I believe that if my mother and I were in
such a situation one day, she would make the same choice, willing to endure being
violated by other men for her child, all for the sake of her child's love.
Then, my mother thought about how she seemed to be her son's lover now. Isn't it
normal for men and women to do this? Obviously, my mother didn't consider that she and my father were still husband and wife, and how many times over the years she had helped my father with this.
My mother took a deep breath of fresh air, looking at my huge penis with a secret shock. Just now, when she was helping me masturbate with one hand,
she was too far away to notice, but now that she was really close, holding this hot thing in both hands, she truly felt
the magnificence of this thing. My mother didn't know how to describe her feelings. The overwhelming lewd
atmosphere made her body tremble.
When she was about to open her mouth to take my penis, she suddenly felt a sense of fear and hesitation. This was a
normal reaction; after all, this was reality, not the world of AV actresses who would just
open their mouths to suck on any man's penis. As a traditional woman, even though she had convinced herself to accept it, there were
still some psychological barriers. To be honest, if it weren't for my illness, it
would have been impossible for my mother to accept giving me oral sex so quickly.
My mother mustered her courage again, and after a struggle, she finally made up her mind .
A firm light flashed in her wavering eyes. That's how my mother is; once she's made up her mind, she'll continue without regret, never dragging
things out. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to become the principal.
Closing her eyes, my mother gradually brought her face closer to my penis, her heart in her throat. You can't imagine
how nervous she was at that moment. As soon as Mom extended her small, fragrant tongue, she gently touched the head of my penis.
Suddenly, my penis twitched, startling Mom so much that she pulled back.
At that moment, Mom's expression was one of utter fear and unease, like that of a young girl about to lose her virginity
. Despite being married for over a decade, Mom still acted like a young girl in many ways. Mom hesitantly
approached, glancing at my pained expression. My swollen penis was even more purplish than before,
with blood vessels visible on the surface, and prominent, menacing veins. Suddenly, Mom held her breath,
her hands gripping the middle of my penis tightly, her eyes closed, and she quickly opened her mouth and took it in. The hot, pungent smell instantly
filled Mom's mouth—
"Oh…"
The warm, wet embrace made me involuntarily moan softly. Mom's mouth instantly enveloped my entire
glans, the warm, moist sensation almost making me ejaculate. However, the sheer size of my penis
posed a significant obstacle for my mother. Clearly, she had never put such a large object in her mouth before, which made
her very uncomfortable. She felt a slight pain in her jaw, a sign that her jawbone was nearing its limit.
My mother struggled to swallow and release my penis, and since it was her first time performing oral sex on a man, her clumsy technique caused
her teeth to scrape against me uncomfortably. I let out a painful groan, and seeing this, my mother released my penis and
began licking it instead. At first, my mother's tongue only dared to lick the glans,
randomly probing the urethral opening with her tongue. Gradually, my mother seemed to grasp the knack; when she licked me to pleasure, I
would emit a soft moan, very quiet, but in the quiet room, my mother could hear it clearly.
My mother quickly discovered the pattern, finding the erogenous zones on my penis. My mother gently brushed her pearly teeth
across my foreskin. Even though her movements were still a little clumsy, it was much better than before,
and she had learned to control her strength, avoiding biting me easily. However, sometimes I would still accidentally get
grazed by her sharp teeth, causing me pain for a long time.
You might think I was enjoying it, experiencing explosive pleasure? You'd be wrong. My mother
was treating my penis like her guinea pig. She used all her meticulous and competitive nature
on my poor penis. You know, the penis is a man's most vulnerable spot, and being tortured like this by my mother,
all I could do was moan in pain.
Then I lay down on the bed, letting my mother do as she pleased. Perhaps she had been crawling for too long and was a little tired, so she
changed her position. Staying still was fine, but the movement caused a big problem. Since my bed is a single bed,
it's usually fine when I'm sleeping alone, but with my mother, it's a different story. Mom turned her body to the side, and the bed
felt a bit cramped with two people on it, so she had to sit down with her buttocks facing me, then
stretched out her beautiful legs.
Her snow-white, smooth legs were crystal clear, reflecting shimmering spots under the light. Her small, delicate feet
rested beside my head, making me unable to resist the urge to lick them. Her two beautiful legs were crossed, and most importantly,
the owner of these beautiful legs, my mother, was giving me oral sex. Could there be a greater temptation than this?
Especially since the hem of Mom's house dress was open right in front of me, and her sexy black lace panties were faintly visible
. Because of the transparency, I even saw a mysterious glimpse of dark red when Mom's legs crossed.
"What's wrong? Did Mom hurt you?"
I suddenly sat up, making Mom slightly startled, wondering if she had hurt me again.
I shook my head, looking at Mom's half-naked upper body, her two beautiful, large breasts hanging in mid-air. My
cheeks were flushed, I didn't know if it was from being sick or from seeing under my mother's skirt earlier.
"Mom, I want to..." My lips were even paler, and my cheeks and forehead were bright red. This made my mother
nervous—
she said in a low voice, "Xiaofeng, why is your face even redder than before, and your lips are so dry..."
"I'm fine, Mom, I just want to... Mom, could you put on the stockings I picked out for you..."
"Hmm?" Upon hearing my words, my mother's face flushed red, combining with her previous blush...
My mother's face was even redder than mine, despite my illness.
She looked at me silently, and I stared back without a word. Then she rolled her eyes at me, muttering
under her breath, "You little rascal, you little devil, making such an outrageous request of your mother..."
After scolding me, she got up and left my room, leaving me alone, stammering dejectedly, "Even in
dreams, it's impossible—"
Indeed, in my delirium, I considered it all a dream. Simply put, I was in a
state between dream and reality, unable to distinguish between reality and dreams, and could only attribute it to a dream. Otherwise, why
would my mother perform oral sex on me? Such a thing only happens in dreams, so my subconscious considered it
a dream.
Nevertheless, I mustered my courage and asked my mother for stockings, hoping to fulfill my dream in a dream.
Although I wouldn't dare mention it in reality, it was a dream now, and it wouldn't hurt me to say it, nor
would my mother eat me, right? So I boldly asked, but even in a dream, my mother still
wouldn't grant such an absurd request. At that moment, I didn't even consider how I would handle it if it were real.
Just as I was feeling dejected, the door to the room opened slightly, and my mother walked in. I was surprised
because not only had my mother returned, but she had returned wearing black stockings. Her once fair and smooth legs
were now covered in thin black stockings, extending from under her loungewear. My mother's slender and long legs, accentuated by the black stockings
, exuded an irresistible allure.
Those legs were simply drool-worthy; encased in black stockings, they were a weapon that could kill any man,
making one want to rush over and play with them.
My mother said to me somewhat apologetically, "I've changed all the stockings you picked out for me, only pantyhose
are left, you... just make do with these."
Actually, it wasn't that Mom didn't have other stockings, but rather that she was too shy
to wear them. Those stockings—thigh-high, suspender, lace-trimmed—made her incredibly embarrassed just looking at them, let alone seeing them on her son. Mom
isn't emotionally naive; of course she knew why I wanted her to wear stockings. After much deliberation,
these black pantyhose were the only ones she could barely accept.
But for me, the fact that Mom was actually wearing stockings, whether pantyhose or not, was already
very satisfying.
I immediately took Mom's hand, pulled her into my arms, and quickly took off her top. Oh right,
I forgot to mention, when Mom left my room, she was dressed. Given her
conservative nature, it's impossible for her to go out naked.
However, Mom wasn't wearing a bra, which means she intended to go back and change her stockings.
How could I not have remembered that her bra was still lying by my bed? How could I have forgotten that?
My mother's full, large breasts were at my mercy, but my fascination with her warm, "broad" bosom quickly faded.
I greedily moved to her beautiful legs, touching the smooth black stockings. Her legs were already breathtakingly beautiful, and
now, with the added allure of stockings, they seemed to tempt any man's heart. Every movement seemed to tug at my heartstrings,
drawing me closer to her limit, finally stopping at the base of her thighs, where she firmly held me back.
Undeterred, I placed my swollen, erect penis, aroused by the sight of her black-stockinged legs,
before her. Yet, I didn't abandon her legs either. I lifted her onto my lap, and
my previously sickly demeanor vanished, replaced by a surge of energy.
Our position was somewhat like 69, but she wouldn't let me open her skirt; I could only
play with her beautiful feet. I was utterly satisfied. This was a privilege even my father hadn't enjoyed
. I was incredibly happy. Especially when Mom took my penis in her mouth again, the wet sensation instantly washed over me.
Then, Mom's fragrant tongue was scraping the groove where my glans met the shaft. How could Mom know that was my
fatal weakness?
"Oh...oh..." I couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan, it was incredibly pleasurable.
Mom held my penis, a slight bitter smile on her face. She hadn't expected that her husband, who had begged her for over ten years,
would now help her son. "It's because Xiaofeng is sick...for my son..."
Mom was no longer the stranger she had been at the beginning. After the experiment, Mom had found the knack
. Thanks to Mom's perfectionist nature, and thanks to my selfless dedication, I had finally
dragged this virtuous and kind mother into the abyss.
Mom tossed her long hair behind her back, using her hot and skillful tongue to roll around my penis, then spat it out,
licking my hot shaft from the side like a leech, leaving glistening saliva on my foreskin and glans.
Suddenly, Mom's attention shifted to the two heavy scrotums beneath my enormous penis. She took one hand
out and cupped them, playing with them in her palm. Only then did Mom realize what a man's testicles looked like; she hadn't
paid much attention to them before during sex with her husband. The skin hung loosely, layer upon layer of wrinkles, surrounded by thick pubic hair.
For a moment, Mom fell in love with my testicles, holding them tightly in her hand, unwilling to let go, even stopping her oral sex on me
. As I played with Mom's silk-stockinged legs, her plump buttocks
swayed in front of me, occasionally revealing glimpses of her large, fleshy bottom encased in black stockings beneath her house dress, constantly attracting my
attention. Faced with such temptation, even Buddha couldn't resist, let alone a hot-blooded young
man like me. Immediately, I flipped Mom over, pressed my penis against her lips, and, disregarding whether she would be angry,
forcefully thrust it into her mouth.
My mother was stunned by my actions. She didn't have time to react and had no choice but to open her mouth and accept my
roughness. Otherwise, I couldn't just let her face be pounded with my penis; just a moment ago, her nose
and cheeks had been touched by me, leaving sticky fluid.
I was like a man possessed, giving my mother no chance to breathe or think, slightly thrusting my hips back and forth
, letting my penis go in and out of her mouth. Because my penis
was so thick and large for my mother's small mouth, she hadn't dared to fully take it in before, only holding it slightly.
My glans was already nearly overwhelming my mother's mouth, so I switched to licking it. However, I was now
acting like a madman, showing no mercy to her, only caring about my own pleasure. Therefore, my mother had to use her hand to hold
the base of my penis in place, preventing me from shoving the entire thing into her mouth. She swallowed hard, enduring
the intrusion of that iron rod into her throat, while I didn't spare her white breasts.
Under my ravaging, faint claw marks were left on her delicate skin.
My thumb and forefinger pinched her nipples, causing her to moan in pain, but due to
the foreign object in her mouth, she could only make "woo-woo" sounds. Looking at my mother, who was once strict, aloof, maintaining a noble and cold demeanor both at school
and at home, whom I used to treat like a mouse before a cat,
now being brutally violated by me, the scene was utterly depraved
.
Afraid of hurting my penis, Mom kept her mouth wide open to avoid accidentally biting me with her teeth. However,
my penis was so big that it inevitably scraped against her as it entered and exited her small mouth. But these slight
scrapes, each time they grazed the sensitive areas of my penis, doubled my pleasure.
The accumulated pleasure gradually reached its peak, and with a low growl, my thick, hot penis suddenly shuddered, and
a whole string of semen burst from my urethra, shooting into Mom's mouth like cannonballs. This scalding,
spicy, fishy juice flowed into Mom's throat, making her entire mouth feel like it was on fire. Time passed second by second,
but my ejaculation didn't stop. One shot after another followed. Mom's small mouth had limited capacity and couldn't hold so
much semen, so it overflowed to the corners of her mouth, a milky white, crystal-clear trickle down.
The pungent smell made Mom nauseous, and she wanted to vomit the semen, but I held her head
down, preventing her from moving. Unable to move, she had no choice but to swallow my semen. I ejaculated all the pent-up desire I had accumulated
into Mom's mouth. Her cute little lips opened and closed, trying to resist the force of the semen
and make it easier to swallow. More and more semen gathered in Mom's mouth
, and before she could swallow it, another wave came, choking her. Fortunately, I
finally emptied my scrotum and pulled out my penis.
The hot, thick semen made Mom's throat burn, and she coughed incessantly. She pushed me away,
a hint of anger on her face, "You're such a bastard! Your father bullied Mom, and now you're bullying Mom too,
boohoo!"
Semen kept dripping from Mom's mouth, glistening on her snow-white breasts, and
tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. First, she was disappointed in Dad, then I treated her roughly, even ejaculating
into her mouth and forcing her to swallow it. Giving me oral sex had already pushed her to her limits countless times; she had mustered her willpower
countless times to finally take my penis in her mouth. She never expected to be treated so roughly, to be forced to have
oral sex. The two most important men in her life had dealt her blows in succession, and Mom finally couldn't bear it anymore,
tears streaming down her face.
Mom pulled a few tissues from the bedside table to wipe the milky white liquid from the corners of her mouth, turning back to
scold me. Even though I was sick, to Mom, what I had done was far too much.
But when Mom turned back, I was already lying in bed asleep, a peaceful smile on my sleeping face
, as if I were having a sweet dream. Suddenly, my brow furrowed, my face turned panicked, and I murmured softly
, "Mom, don't leave me, I love you so much, Mom, don't leave me, please don't
have sex with other men, even if it's Dad, please, Mom, don't go, don't leave me." My face
grew paler with each word.
"Mom, my heart aches so much, it hurts so much, I want to die, please don't have sex with Dad,
please..."
Seeing my panicked state in my sleep, even though Mom had a thousand words she wanted to say to scold and reprimand me, they
vanished in that instant. As for hearing me mention that Mom and Dad had sex, Mom only
gave a slight, fleeting smile, showing little surprise. When I returned at that time and secretly saw Mom and Dad having sex, Mom
wasn't surprised at all, just a little embarrassed, after all, her son had seen such a shameful thing.
However, Mom didn't seem too shy. Perhaps it was because of that night—
we even did things we shouldn't have—that seeing her naked didn't make her feel embarrassed.
Mom sighed, gently stroking my forehead, "You must be my nemesis from a past life. I must have owed
you something in this life, and you've come to collect."
Then Mom noticed again that huge, erect penis, still standing tall in the wind
, not at all limp after ejaculation, still proudly displaying its
former glory, occasionally twitching. The glans was still stained with traces of semen and Mom's saliva.
Mom glanced at it, confirming I was fast asleep, and for some reason, she took
my penis into her mouth again!
However, this time Mom didn't stimulate my erogenous zones like before. She simply licked the semen off my erect penis
, then wiped it with a tissue and put it back in her pants. The moment I pulled back into my pants,
my penis twitched in my mother's hand. She chuckled, "You're such a naughty thing. Your master is naughty, but you're even
naughtier. Even before you go back, you can't resist teasing me."
My mother put her clothes back on and saw me still moaning as if having a nightmare. She sat
on the bed, burying my head in her "magnificent" bosom, her most masculine spot, and gently comforted
me, saying, "Mommy's here. Mommy won't leave Xiaofeng, never again..."
Whether it was the warmth of her embrace or hearing her words, I instantly
calmed down and peacefully fell asleep. My mother pulled the covers up and they slept in each other's arms.
I slept for over ten hours. When I woke up again, the bed was empty, and I was alone.
The empty room felt strangely lonely. Sunlight filtering through the curtains felt faintly piercing.
My eyes were blurry, and my mind was also somewhat dazed, giving me a sense of unreality. My memory was briefly hazy;
was what happened last night real, or just a dream?
A strange smell filled the air, neither pungent nor pleasant. I put on my shoes and left my room,
finding my mother doing housework, cleaning the living room. The sound of the old vacuum cleaner meant she didn't notice
my footsteps. When I saw her face, countless fragments of memories flooded back, including
images of my mother and father making love yesterday, me giving her oral sex, and her semen dripping onto her
large, white breasts, thick semen flowing down her high breasts, shimmering with a lustful light
—it was utterly obscene. All of these flashed before my eyes at that moment.
"Mom..."
Mom was wearing simple loungewear, but her curvaceous figure wasn't diminished by the old-fashioned clothes.
Her fair legs swayed beneath the loungewear, a dazzling display that was sure to captivate any man's eyes. Looking
at this beautiful figure, I hesitated, unsure whether to call out.
Mom noticed me first, seeing me standing motionless in the hallway . She
turned off the vacuum cleaner and exclaimed happily, "Xiaofeng, you're awake?"
She quickly came over, placing her hand on my forehead to check my temperature. A smile spread across her face
. "That's great, the fever's finally gone down. Go wash up first. I've made some porridge; I'll heat it up for
you now. "
Mom acted as if nothing had happened, turning and heading towards the kitchen. I tried to speak, but then I remembered
what Mom and Dad had done yesterday, and the words I wanted to say choked in my throat, unable to form a single syllable. I desperately wanted to ask if
what happened last night was real, but I just didn't know how to begin.
I sat upright at the dining table, scooping up the white porridge in my bowl while staring at my mother. She seemed slightly flustered by my
gaze and turned her head away, trying to avoid my eyes. "Xiaofeng, eat first. If you're not full, ask Mom for more. Mom
specially bought sandworms to make porridge today; you just recovered from your illness and need some nourishment."
With that, my mother stood up, trying to escape my sight.
Just as Mom was about to take over the vacuum cleaner, I hugged her from the back door. Mom's heart skipped a beat
, her expression froze for half a second, then she forced a weak smile and asked, "What's wrong, Xiaofeng?"
"Mom, let's be together forever."
"Aren't we already together?"
"Mom, you should know what I mean. I want you to be my woman. I really don't want to see
you being violated by other men anymore, even if it's Dad. I'm trying to convince myself, and I know it
's your right to have sex with Dad, but I just can't get over seeing you in another man's arms, being pinned down by another man.
I...
" My eyes welled up with tears. "My heart aches so much, it feels like I'm dying. Mom, do you know,
when I came home yesterday, the first thing I saw was you and Dad having sex. It felt like my heart was being ripped apart by knives
. I still remember that suffocating pain." I
screamed hysterically…
The air seemed to freeze. Suddenly, I released my mother and silently took a few steps back.
“Mom, I’m sorry, I’m tired.”
Without waiting for a reply, I turned to go back to my room, not even bothering to finish the porridge on the table.
“Xiaofeng, wait—”
Hearing my mother’s call, I turned around, only to be met with a sharp rap on the head. I clutched my forehead,
wincing in pain. “Mom, what are you doing?”
“What am I doing?” My mother, who had just been so gentle and caring, asking after me and showing concern, had suddenly reverted to
her former ruthless self, glaring at me fiercely. “What did you do to Mom last night? You haven’t
forgotten, have you? Do you want Mom to remind you?” “
Really?” I exclaimed happily, but was met with another sharp rap on the head.
"You wish! I was just trying to comfort you because you're sick and uncomfortable, and you little rascal took advantage of
that! You rudely shoved your filth into my mouth, forcing me
to swallow it all. I haven't even settled the score with you yet! And today you were talking nonsense to me, then tried to
run away. I think I've been too lenient with you lately, and you've forgotten how to spell 'Mom'!"
Mom grabbed my ear, making me squeal in pain. "Mom, I'm sorry, I..."
The fear of my mother was deep-seated. Even if I became her man someday, it probably wouldn't change
that fact. Unless one day I could completely conquer her.
After being scolded by Mom, I was convinced and obediently returned to the table, head down, eating my porridge. Suddenly
, Mom sat down opposite me and said softly, "Give Mom some time."
"Huh?!????"
Huh????
********************** To be continued, stay tuned ********************
[I revised the ending of this chapter again and again, unsure how to give it a reasonable arrangement. I thought about it countless
times, and finally came up with this ending. I considered many ideas, but I rejected them all.
I even deleted a large section I had written and started over. I struggled for a long time. Recently, I've been trying to gradually regain
the feeling I had before, the feeling I had at the beginning. However, once a feeling has deviated, it's hard to find it again. Most importantly, without
an outline, it's difficult to be detailed in terms of plot. There will always be some oversights, which is inevitable. What frustrates me
is that I always unconsciously dig holes when I write. There are already so many holes that are hard to fill, and I'm still creating new ones.
Ah—I'm so sad!]
[Regarding the plot, I can only say that the high energy isn't over yet. The next wave will arrive on the battlefield in thirty seconds and crush them
.] This chapter's plot is so-so, folks. I'm about to unleash my imagination, are you ready for some melodrama?
Don't blame me if you don't have anything to throw at me!
[It's time to start preparing for some developments, my brain cells are about to die.]
[Headache, going for a run to find inspiration, goodnight.
] [[Dorylmurata] Aegu! Wet!]
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