[Clearing the Clouds to Reveal the Sun] 03

Author: Spring's Hope
Published on the forum on 2016/9/18
Word Count: 3202
03 The Desire of Jealousy
The taxi ride home took twenty minutes. Because of the presence of outsiders, Sister Fen, who had so much to say
, couldn't utter a single word. Qin Dawei, sitting in the passenger seat, remained silent the entire way, his resentment still simmering. When
they arrived at the apartment building, despite some reluctance, Qin Dawei forced himself to
help his mother out of the car.
"Can you walk?" Qin Dawei asked his mother coldly.
Their home was on the sixth floor, the top floor. These old-style multi-story buildings didn't have elevators; they had to climb the stairs.
Sister Fen tentatively stretched out one foot, and the moment her toes touched the ground, the pain in her ankle caused a painful expression to appear on her face
.
"Is it broken?" Qin Dawei asked uncertainly.
Sister Fen shook her head and whispered, "No, it's probably just a sprain."
Qin Dawei gave a noncommittal "hmm," then suddenly squatted down and said reluctantly,
"Get on, I'll carry you."
Although her son's tone was still very stiff and cold, his actions warmed Sister Fen's heart
. She nodded and gently leaned on her son's back, as if this would lighten her burden.
"Hold on tight, don't fall off." Qin Dawei stood up with some difficulty. Although he was 1.8 meters tall, he
was thin. His lack of exercise due to long-term studying had resulted in poor physical strength. Sister Fen, although a woman,
was not short, standing at 1.7 meters. In addition, she was plump and had gained weight in middle age, so her weight soared to 130 pounds,
not much lighter than Qin Dawei.
Seeing her son stumble and struggle to carry her up to the second floor, Sister Fen felt a pang of pity and cautiously
said, "Dawei, put me down and walk yourself." She then struggled to slide off her son's back
.
Qin Dawei, swaying from his mother's movements, quickly grabbed the doorknob and hissed impatiently
, "Don't move."
Hearing her son's reprimand, the guilty Sister Fen immediately stopped struggling, obediently clinging to her son's back and
timidly humming in agreement.
Qin Dawei, who had never seen his mother so obedient, was both amused and annoyed. His resentment subsided
, and thinking of his mother's past kindness, he sighed softly, "I can carry you. When I was little and sick, you always
carried me upstairs like this."
Hearing her son's words and recalling those warm memories, Sister Fen felt even more lost.
She sobbed softly, "Dawei, Mom is sorry."
His mood, which had finally calmed down, was once again clouded by his mother's words. Qin Dawei sighed
deeply and said slowly, "Let's talk about it when we get home."
"Hmm."
Taking a deep breath, Qin Dawei used his waist to lift his mother back onto his back in one go. However,
unlike when his mother had climbed onto his back by herself, although he could still feel her two plump mounds pressed against his back, the sensation
was not strong. Now, however, there was a friction between her breasts, allowing him to clearly feel the two soft, plump mounds of flesh on his mother's chest rubbing from his back all the way to his shoulders. The time seemed both very long and very short, causing 　　endless strange fantasies to well up
in his mind . 　　Perhaps because she was a single mother and never treated her son like a man, Fen, who had a somewhat carefree personality 　　, always dressed rather lightly at home, especially when Qin Dawei was young. In the summer, when it was hot and there was no air conditioning, 　　the temperature on the top floor often reached 38 or 39 degrees Celsius. The house was stuffy and hot, and a small electric fan was not enough to keep it cool 　　. So Fen almost always went braless at home, wearing only a short-sleeved t-shirt that reached her hips and a small 　　pair of panties underneath. Her full and firm breasts were almost bursting out of the t-shirt, and the two large nipples were 　　clearly visible. Unfortunately, Qin Dawei was too young at the time to appreciate it. Later, after the house was equipped with air conditioning, 　　Fen became more restrained and embarrassed to go braless in front of her growing son. However, she only wore 　　a bra, and her long, white legs still appeared in front of Qin Dawei day after day. 　　His mother's unrestrained behavior became a major source of distress for Qin Dawei as he entered puberty. Gradually, 　　he began to appreciate the beauty of women and often couldn't help but steal glances at his mother's graceful figure, especially when she unintentionally bent over, revealing her 　　plump buttocks and deep cleavage, which captivated him. At that time, he didn't have any incestuous thoughts; 　　it was simply that his pure male instincts awakened with the arrival of puberty. It wasn't until later, after being exposed to erotic novels, 　　that he began to have strange thoughts about his mother, intentionally or unintentionally. For a period of time, he even became obsessed, 　　unable to control his desires, secretly masturbating with his mother's underwear, and fantasizing countless times that he could be 　　like the male protagonist in erotic novels, replacing his deceased father, comforting his thirsty mother, and enjoying her 　　beautiful body to his heart's content. 　　But reality isn't fiction. Qin Dawei's act of masturbating with his mother's underwear was quickly exposed. 　　Instead of unconditionally satisfying her son's desires like in erotic novels, his mother scolded him 　　severely. Seeing his mother's heartbroken and disappointed expression, Qin Dawei felt immense remorse and tearfully confessed 　　his mistake. He finally obtained her forgiveness and made a great effort to quit masturbating, devoting all his energy 　　to his studies, which resulted in rapid academic progress. 　　Years of abstinence led Qin Dawei to believe he had escaped the abyss of his Oedipus complex. But 　　a sudden, strange feeling welled up inside him, like a boulder crashing into his heart, creating boundless 　　ripples and dredging up years of accumulated memories. 　　His mother's charming face, elegant demeanor, and curvaceous figure all 　　had a tremendous impact on Qin Dawei, who was already distraught. Especially after discovering her immoral behavior, 　　his mother, fallen from her lofty pedestal, no longer possessed the inviolable aura of motherhood. Instead, her involvement in 　　prostitution lessened Qin Dawei's inhibitions, and his restless mind made it impossible for him to uphold his moral principles.

The thought that his beloved mother, whom he could only ever desire, was a
lowly whore whose arms were used by a thousand men and whose lips were tasted by ten thousand, filled him with increasing unease and resentment.
Why could his mother allow men who only loved her body to sleep with her, while he, who loved her so much,
couldn't even have the chance to masturbate with her underwear?
Growing increasingly resentful, Qin Dawei was completely consumed by jealousy. His defenses crumbled, and he
could no longer resist the onslaught of lewd thoughts. All the negative emotions he had experienced that night transformed into
physical and psychological desires. In his mind, the woman on his back was no longer his respected mother
, but merely a lowly woman available to anyone. He desperately wanted to wash away the humiliation he had suffered that day through conquest
; he wanted this woman to atone for her sins with her body.
Hearing her son's breathing suddenly become rapid and heavy, Fenjie, bewildered, dared not move and could only
ask with concern, "Dawei, what's wrong? Why don't you put Mom down? I can barely walk with the help of the stairs."
His mother's voice jolted Qin Dawei from his lustful reverie. Recalling the countless thoughts that had just flashed through his mind
, Qin Dawei felt incredibly aroused. The scene in his mind was truly erotic; his usually aloof mother had
become his possession, submitting and worshipping him, offering her wanton and alluring body without reservation to quell
his anger. The thought of being able to shamelessly knead and play with his mother's enormous breasts while
thrusting his penis into her vagina and anus caused Qin Dawei's penis to instantly harden, only
to be painfully constricted by his jeans.
"No, it's nothing," Qin Dawei replied somewhat flusteredly, then took a deep breath and slowly
exhaled, barely managing to suppress the agitation and panic in his heart. Although the remaining rationality prevented him from truly
unleashing his lust, his anger had completely led him down the path of incest, a path of no return.
He climbed to the sixth floor, resting three times. Although he was panting heavily,
the friction between his body and his mother's during the climb gave Qin Dawei immense psychological satisfaction, but it also fueled his growing hatred.
The thought of the men who had ravaged his mother's mature body made him want to grab a knife and kill them all,
then train his mother into his own sex slave, forcing her to atone for her betrayal of her family with her body.
Sister Fen had no idea about the twisted and perverse thoughts in her son's mind. Instead, seeing the sweat beading on his forehead
, she felt both sadness and pity. She couldn't help but reach out to wipe it away, but halfway there, she remembered his
coldness that evening and feared further reprimand. She dared not go any further, only staring pitifully at her son,
her face full of grievance and helplessness.
"Slut." Seeing his mother's timid eyes, Qin Dawei glared at her coldly,
cursing her viciously in his heart. The other side his mother had shown him that evening had fully demonstrated what
a woman's charm and allure truly meant.
Perhaps due to her long time spent in brothels, Sister Fen had unconsciously picked up many of
the habits of women in the entertainment industry. Every smile, every gesture, every movement exuded feminine charm. Normally,
when she was with her son, her motherly presence prevented Qin Dawei from having any other thoughts.
But at this moment, with their old mother-son relationship completely shattered, Sister Fen's unconscious display of allure
was like adding fuel to the fire. The thought of his mother flirting with her clients with such flirtatious manner filled Qin
Dawei with anger and jealousy. He coldly slapped his mother's hand away and gritted his teeth, saying, "The keys."
"Oh," Sister Fen said, touching her sore hand, only to realize that she had left her bag at the massage parlor.
Her wallet, keys, and phone were all inside.
Seeing his mother's timid and helpless expression, Qin Dawei flew into a rage and
pounded on the door three times in a fit of anger.

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