emotional ups and downs

Time flies, and half a month of summer vacation has already passed in the blink of an eye. Every day is pretty much the same: eating, sleeping, doing homework, and sex. Each day seems like a carbon copy of the previous one. The uninspired summer vacation has robbed my mom and me of our usual passion, and life goes on uneventfully.
But Fatty's visits are like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.
During this time, Fatty came to visit us almost every day. His purpose was obvious: to see my mom!
Actually, I've always felt extremely superior to Fatty. In terms of physique and looks, he looks like Liu Huan, as fat as a bucket, with eyes that are practically squinted together; in terms of academic performance, he's no match for me—he's the worst student in the class, while I'm the top student; his only advantage is probably his thick skin! Yes, he's incredibly shameless when it comes to pursuing girls, practically relentless. That's exactly what I'm worried about. Knowing my mother's personality, I know she's not particularly concerned with appearance; she prefers men with substance. Besides, she's a passionate and romantic woman who enjoys excitement, so it's not impossible that she was swayed by Fatty's persistent pursuit!
At least from my perspective, my mother doesn't seem to mind Fatty's visits. Every day while I do my homework in my room, Fatty chats with my mother in the living room, rambling on about everything under the sun, often making her laugh heartily.
What drives me crazy is my mother's attire. At home, she always likes to wear sundresses—she has several, all low-cut and backless—and her behavior doesn't seem very discreet; she never wears a bra under her dresses, so Fatty can often easily peek at most of her breasts. This is probably the main reason he comes to visit so diligently every day!
“Mom,”
I finally couldn’t help but protest to my mother one day, “next time when Fatty comes to our house, could you wear a bra?”
“Why?”
Mom asked, looking at me with some surprise.
“Haven’t you noticed that Fatty keeps staring at your chest!”
“So what? I’m not showing anything.”
Mom chuckled lightly. “Xiaoxin, you know, I’m used to wearing this.”
Of course, I knew my mother’s habits. My mother was a very easygoing woman; she didn’t like too many constraints and loved a free and easy life. But despite this, her nonchalant attitude still made me feel a kind of pressure. I felt that she seemed to have some kind of affection for Fatty. Could it be that Fatty’s persistent spirit had moved her? What if she fell for him and had an affair? That would be terrible!
Maybe I was overthinking it, but some of my mother’s actions made me dare not let my guard down. For example, when she offered Fatty fruit, she could have simply pointed to the fruit plate and let him take it himself, but instead, she would enthusiastically bend down and hand it to him, exposing her breasts to him. Another example is when she sat on the sofa; whether intentionally or unintentionally, she always liked to put one leg up, inevitably revealing her underwear under her skirt. Since her underwear was mostly transparent or semi-transparent, the most intimate part of a woman's body was thus subtly displayed before Fatty, practically a deliberate attempt to seduce him!
So I started paying attention to their behavior. While doing my homework in my room, I would often excuse myself to get some water and run out to see what they were doing. Fortunately, aside from chatting, Fatty didn't seem to do anything out of line, but I was still a little worried. I secretly took my mother's phone, and sure enough, I found many messages from Fatty—at least ten in just three days! One of the poems was erotic, and here are a few representative lines I've selected:
—You have angelic beauty and a devilish figure, you are my goddess!
—Auntie, I'm dead! Your beauty killed me.
—Last night I had a dream, in which you became my mother, and I loved you as much as I love my own mother!
—I'm sorry, my goddess! Just now, while masturbating, all I could think about was you; I defiled you, my goddess!
—This poem is dedicated to my beloved mother—Aunt Lin:
A lustful mother and a prodigal
son, husband away on business, nights unbearable,
mother's lustful nights "biting bananas,"
bananas too soft and tasteless,
son raises his penis to show filial piety.
The prodigal son's penis is erect,
the lustful mother spreads her legs for her son to fuck,
son inherits father's profession, mother is delighted,
from now on every night is a spring night.
—Kiss you, kiss you, kiss you, I love you!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, I love you so much!
After reading these messages, you can imagine my feelings! I wasn't angry with Fatty; I know him best. I was angry with Mom. She received these messages and didn't even say anything—wasn't that tacit agreement? That's not a good sign! I should take action.
During afternoon nap time, Mom, as usual, helped me take off my pants. We hugged each other naked, and after a passionate kiss, I asked Mom, "Mom, what do you think of Fatty?"
"Him? He's quite an interesting person!"
Mom said with a smile.
"Do you like him a little?"
"I wouldn't say I like him, but I don't dislike him either."
I suddenly looked into Mom's eyes and said, "If he wanted to sleep with you, would you let him?"
"What did you say!"
Mom looked at me strangely. "Xiaoxin, you seem to have changed! You've become a little strange."
"How have I changed?"
I said.
"Hmm, yes, are you jealous of Fatty?"
Mom suddenly smiled.
"Why would I be jealous of him?"
I said. "He's fat, ugly, and good-for-nothing. How is he any better than me?"
Mom chuckled and said, "Look at the way you're talking now, and you still say you're not jealous!"
"Mom, it's not me who's changed, it's you! The way you flirt with him is practically tempting someone to commit a crime! Mom, do you want him to fuck you?"
As I spoke, my glans was pressed against the entrance of Mom's vagina, and I gently touched her clitoris, which made Mom's lower body move upwards, wanting to have intercourse with me, but I dodged her.
"Xiaoxin, stop teasing Mom, hurry up and put it in, Mom's inside is a little itchy,"
Mom said coquettishly.
I said, "You haven't answered my question yet!"
"Xiaoxin, what do you mean?"
"Mom, is your cunt itchy? Do you want Fatty to fuck you and scratch the itch?"
"Bad son, Mom begs you, hurry up and put it in to cool Mom down! Mom's cunt is so itchy."
Mom said in a seductive voice, her cunt sticking out, "My dear son, you can do whatever you want! You just want Mom to fuck you, right? Mom will agree to let you fuck me. Good son, hurry up and put the big cock Mom gave you in, Mom's cunt wants your cock to fuck it!"
As Mom spoke, she arched her back to reach for my penis. I teased her, pulling my penis back while keeping the head pressed against the entrance of her vagina. I said, "Bad Mom, you just want to be fucked by other men, don't you?"
"Yes, Mom's cunt just wants men to fuck it. Come in and fuck Mom!"
"Then is Mom the most slutty slut in the world?"
I continued to tease Mom.
"Yes, Mom is a slut, Shin-chan, stop teasing Mom, Mom's cunt is drooling!"
"Then Mom admits she's having an affair with Fatty?"
I said.
Mom suddenly paused, looking at me with a look that felt unfamiliar to me, then kicked me off the bed with her right foot.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
I said, scrambling to my feet.
"Get out!"
Mom was clearly angry.
"Mom, I won't go out."
I panicked a little. To be honest, it was the first time I'd ever seen Mom so angry.
"You're not going out? Fine, if you won't go out, I will."
With that, Mom got off the bed and walked naked out of the master bedroom.
"No, Mom,"
I said, a little aggrieved.
"You're not allowed to follow me, do you hear me?"
Mom turned around and said sternly. At that moment, Mom seemed to have returned to the strict mother figure I remembered from my childhood.
When I was little, the person I feared most was my mother, because she was very strict with me. She was also my elementary school homeroom teacher. When I was naughty and got into trouble, it was always Mom who disciplined me. Dad always doted on me and, in my memory, never hit me.
Now, that strict mother from my childhood memories was back. I obediently stayed in the bedroom, not daring to follow her out. After about an hour, I pretended to go out for a drink of water and saw Mom lying naked on the sofa, asleep.
The living room was only about 24 or 25 degrees Celsius because the air conditioner was on. Mom's body was curled up like a little shrimp. I quickly grabbed a thin blanket from the bedroom and covered her with it.
I sat beside her, looking at her sleeping posture, inwardly blaming myself for not being more tactful. I was in the right today, and I should be the one questioning my mother. Now I'm the one in the wrong!
Will my mother never speak to me again? She's really something, blaming me when she's clearly in the wrong. Of course, I shouldn't have tried to tease her with sex; I'm such a fool! It's already a huge blessing that a beauty like my mother would deign to let me have sex with her, and I tried to coerce her into submission—how incredibly stupid! What if she got angry and went straight for Fatty? That would be terrible!
Dinner that day was eaten in an extremely somber atmosphere. Neither my mother nor I spoke. After dinner, my mother sat on the sofa watching her favorite variety show, while I sat listlessly on the sofa next to her. I tried several times to talk to her, but seeing her icy and aloof demeanor, I couldn't utter a single word.
This was the first time Mom and I slept in separate beds since Dad went on his business trip, and it was destined to be a sleepless night!
I didn't close my eyes all night, my mind racing with thoughts, sometimes feeling wronged, sometimes indignant, sometimes regretful, sometimes worried. I finally drifted off to sleep just before dawn.
When I woke up, it was already past ten in the morning. As soon as I came out of my bedroom, I heard voices coming from the living room, along with Mom's giggling laughter.
"Good morning, Mom. Good morning, Fatty."
Out of politeness, I greeted Fatty, but at that moment, I truly hated him!
Yes, the reason Mom and I had ended up like this was all because of him, Fatty! If he hadn't shamelessly pursued Mom, things wouldn't have come to this.
"Breakfast is in the kitchen, you can eat by yourself,"
Mom said indifferently.
I said "Oh," and went to wash my face and brush my teeth. After washing up, I went into the kitchen and saw that today's breakfast was milk and bread. I don't usually like bread, and my mom knows that. Looks like she's still angry with me!
I went to the living room with a loaf of bread in one hand and a glass of milk in the other. Fatty was telling his mom a joke. He said, "There's a female boss named Li who runs a stationery wholesale business. Her best-selling item is fountain pens.
Once, a customer called and asked what she sold. She replied in a local accent, 'I sell pens, fountain pens.' The customer got it wrong and asked, 'How old are you? What do you look like? How much?' The boss said, 'They range from ten to twenty yuan each, some are over a hundred. I'm forty years old. Why do you ask me what I look like?' The customer said, 'Oh, you're a brothel madam! How come the cunts there are so cheap? Are they all older than you?' The boss said, 'Don't worry, we only sell brand new pens, the ink flow is excellent.'" The customer asked again, "Do you have any unopened packages?" The female shop owner replied, "All our packages are unopened. Genuine or your money back, ten times the price back." The next day, the customer returned excitedly. Upon meeting the shop owner, he immediately asked, "Where are your prostitutes?" The shop owner asked in surprise, "Why are you asking about prostitutes?" The customer said, "Aren't you selling vaginas? You even said you were selling 'sexual intercourse,' and I asked you if you had any unopened packages, and you said they were all unopened." The shop owner got angry and said, "I sell pens, fountain pens! Who said I was selling vaginas? Have you ever heard of getting sexual intercourse for ten or twenty yuan?" The customer also got angry and said, "That's why I asked if you were an old, worn-out vagina like yours? You said they were all freshly made!" The female boss, upon hearing this, flew into a rage, shouting, "Your mother's the old hag!
If you want to fuck, go home and find your mother, it'll be free, no money required!"
The mother, listening to him, kept laughing. When she bent over, her breasts bounced like little rabbits from her chest area. When she leaned back, her legs lifted slightly, revealing her white, semi-transparent panties and even a small patch of dark pubic hair.
The fat boy stared wide-eyed at his mother's crotch, his chubby mouth slightly open, drool dripping from his lips.
The mother realized she had inadvertently exposed herself, so she tugged at the hem of her skirt. She glanced at me seemingly casually, and her smile quickly froze.
Feeling embarrassed, I quickly went back to my room to do my homework. But thinking about what had just happened made me very angry; I couldn't concentrate on my homework at all!
After a while, Fatty came to my room. He sat on my bed for a while, then, as if he had made up his mind, solemnly said, "Brother Genius, are you angry with me?"
"No,"
I said, but my tone betrayed my insincerity.
"I can tell you're angry,"
he said. "We've known each other for a long time, do you think I don't know your temper?"
I remained silent.
He paused, then continued, "Believe it or not, I've always considered you my best friend all these years. I know you're angry because I want to date your mother, but I've never hidden this from you from the beginning, right?"
That's true! I thought.
"Genius, let's be frank. Your mother is a very charming woman, and I do want to date her; but if you succeed, I'm willing to back down. If you don't want to, even if you're unhappy, I won't give up."
Wow! He's quite frank.
However, the fact that he came to my room and spoke so frankly with me proves that he truly considers me a friend. I think it's me who seems a bit petty! Why am I angry?
Thinking about it carefully, it's because I lack confidence! I'm too afraid that my mother will change her mind! I treat my mother as my private property, unable to tolerate even the slightest touch or desecration from others.
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt much more open-minded.
"Fatty, you're quite frank, buddy. But I won't give up my mother so easily. I've thought it through, and I'm willing to accept your challenge!"
I said.
Fatty exclaimed happily, "Really? That's great! A genius is a genius! It's a deal, okay? Besides, you can also try to woo my mother. As long as you're willing to try, I believe you can definitely succeed. My mom has always considered you her role model!"
Fatty extended a hand to me, and I grasped it. We both laughed happily. Childhood friends are childhood friends; even if there are misunderstandings, they can be quickly resolved.
A teenager's mindset is inherently immature; joy and sorrow are fleeting, like a passing breeze.
After Fatty left, I sorted out my thoughts. Yes! My love for my mother was indeed somewhat selfish! Compared to my father, I should feel ashamed! My mother is a passionate and outgoing woman; if my love is too selfish, it will suffocate her one day!
Humans are such strange creatures. Before, I only considered things from my own perspective, so my thinking was narrow, and I was like someone trapped in a dead end, only knowing how to complain and feel wronged. Now, I've stepped out of my little circle and can think from my mother's perspective, and suddenly I feel enlightened. Even Fatty doesn't seem so hateful anymore.
At noon, my mother invited Fatty to stay for lunch. He was the most talkative at the table. My mother was still cold towards me, but I no longer cared. I just took it as a test. I only thought about one thing: how to gain my mother's forgiveness.
"Auntie, genius, shall we go to the park this afternoon?"
Fatty said between bites of his food.
"Sure!"
Mom responded.
"Genius, what do you think?"
"I have no opinion,"
I said, "Which park should we go to?"
"How about Xinghu Park, Auntie?"
Fatty asked Mom.
"Hmm, not bad, I like Xinghu Park, it has mountains and water, and the recreational facilities are quite complete."
Mom was as enthusiastic as a little girl when talking about going to the park.
"Then it's decided! Let's go after we finish eating!"
Since Mom and I were still in a state of cold war, Fatty had become the leader.

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