Taboo Notes

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cold front arrived in Northeast China in early winter, giving me, a southerner, the illusion that time had fast-forwarded and I was already deep in winter. Stepping off the bus, the biting wind immediately chilled me to the bone. I instinctively pulled up my coat's hood, wrapped my arms tightly around myself, and tightened the winter coat I'd hastily bought in City C a few hours earlier
, right after getting off the train. I had underestimated the cold of Northeast China, thinking that since it was only the beginning of winter, it wouldn't be as unbearably cold as I'd heard. So, I hadn't made many preparations for the cold before boarding the train, and as a result, I was immediately met with this harsh reality. In a
panic, I jumped into a taxi and asked the driver to take me to a shopping mall that sold winter coats. After buying the coat, I rushed to the bus station and boarded a bus bound for County D.
Now, I stand outside the bus station in City C, County D, braving the cold wind, looking around at this unfamiliar little town.
Then I take out half a sheet of A4 paper with an address written on it—an address my father had written to me eight days ago before he passed away. Before, I never imagined I would one day come to a small town I had only ever seen in geography books.
The only reason the books mentioned it was because it had one of the few large natural ski resorts in the country;
I couldn't think of anyone else who had ever mentioned anything related to it. According to my father's arrangements,
I was supposed to arrive in two days. He said he had informed them that someone would pick me up at the station at 10 a.m. two days later, and that person would be someone I had never heard of before—my mother.
I had intended to strictly follow my father's instructions, because I would never miss a day in my hometown if I could. I really didn't want to start a new life in a strange place with strange people, even though she was the woman I was closest to by blood. In my not-so-long life of the past 20 years, I had never thought I had a mother. My father always told me she had died long ago, right after I was born. I think that if my father hadn't become seriously ill, and if I hadn't been so young and naive, always causing trouble and left unattended,
he might have kept this secret to himself, even to his grave.
On the very night my father was buried, the new owner of our house came to urge me to vacate. Because we had spent all our savings on his medical treatment, and in order to make one last effort to get him surgery, I had no choice but to sell the house against his wishes. Unfortunately, my father was not one of the 10% who were lucky enough to survive, even though he survived the surgery. However, the disease did not go away, and he passed away. During that period,
I felt as if I had suddenly grown up from my suffering. I deeply regretted all the unbearable things I had done in the past. In junior high school, I had been involved in fights with classmates. I only managed to attend high school through my father's connections, but I was expelled after just one year. To avoid my father's beatings and scoldings, I hid in a car repair shop as an apprentice and began to work with all kinds of cars that I had loved since childhood.
It wasn't until a year later that I reappeared in front of my father. Although I was beaten again, he had tacitly accepted my situation. Apart from telling me to study hard since I had already started, he didn't force me to go to school anymore. In fact, he had already been diagnosed with an illness by then...
Being driven away was, of course, unpleasant. I had no choice but to pack my things and leave, staying at the car repair shop for a few days. Seven days after my father passed away, I went to his grave to pay my respects, and then, with the few coins I received from my coworkers at the repair shop, I boarded a train heading north. During this time, I dialed a number still listed on my father's address sheet. After the call connected, I hung up, feeling somewhat lost. I truly didn't know how to speak to a complete stranger, even though she was the only family I knew in the world. The situation was similar to standing outside the car now. I dialed the number, heard a gentle woman's voice, and hesitated for a long time before hanging up. I let out a long sigh, dissipating like a puff of white mist, straightened my collar, and headed for a taxi. But when I asked the price (6 yuan), I abandoned the idea, because after getting out, I'd probably only have 10 yuan left in my pocket, not even enough to find the cheapest hotel.
I'd spent at least 100 yuan of my budget on a warm coat, so if something unexpected happened, I might not even make it through the day. I asked around and found out the distance wasn't too far.
It was about four miles east along the street in front of the station, near the edge of the county town, where there was a residential area. The person I was looking for lived in that area. The driver also told me it was adjacent to a ski resort, and the ski slope was about a mile east of that area, on a hillside opposite a reservoir.
I tightened my pack and hurried east. Luckily, the wind was blowing from the east, so the chill wasn't too intense. I could feel snowflakes mixed in with the cold wind, and occasional raindrops. A sleet was coming, so I quickened my pace. After about 30 minutes, after walking up a slope, I saw a building in the distance. Because there was a clear foundation strip between that building area and the other buildings to the west, I was sure it was there, about 150 meters away. Just as I paused to walk over, a small truck came from a side road. The back of the truck was loaded with daily necessities, like a store delivery. But the truck wasn't driven; it was being pushed. Only one person was pushing it, her hands and face completely covered, making it impossible to see her features, except that she was at least 165cm tall. I met the silver-gray truck at the intersection. The woman was struggling to push it because there was a small slope leading from the intersection to where I was. She stopped, and from the rise and fall of her blue down jacket,
I could tell she was panting heavily; she must have been pushing for quite a distance. I walked a few meters past the intersection and looked back; the woman started pushing again. The truck bounced back and forth a few times but still couldn't get up. I hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked back. Without saying anything, I stood on the corner of the other side of the truck and helped her push. Luckily, the truck bed was filled with instant noodles and toilet paper, so it wasn't heavy. After two more attempts, we pushed it up. The woman nodded to me, then opened the car door to adjust the steering wheel, turning the car eastward and starting to push again. I began to wonder if I should help her,
and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with the car?" The woman turned around and replied, "It won't start. The engine is making noise, but it won't start." My eyes lit up; I remembered encountering this situation when I was repairing cars, so I asked her to stop and let me try.
Fortunately, the car's problem was the same as what I had encountered before—a fuel system issue. After fixing the fuel line filter, the car started! Seeing that the car was running, the woman pulled down her scarf, let out a long sigh, smiled faintly, and thanked me repeatedly, saying that she only knew how to drive and didn't know anything else. I looked at her and was surprised to find that she had an exceptionally beautiful face—a fair, oval face, large eyes, a straight nose, red lips, and even white teeth. However, judging from her tone of voice and her smiling eyes, she was probably older than me, around 30 to 35.
"Judging from your accent, you're from out of town, right?" She looked at my attire and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Um. I'm going to that area up ahead!" I pointed to the residential area.
"Then get in the car, I'm going there too!" The woman said, getting into the driver's seat.
I got in too and closed the door. The driver's seat of this small car was just big enough for two people. The woman took off the hood of her down jacket, revealing her round forehead and her hair, which was pinned up in a bun at the back of her head with hairpins, exuding both charm and competence. She started the car, glancing at me as she drove, and said, "You're not wearing enough layers, it
's so cold!" I smiled and didn't say anything. She continued, "You don't look very old, do you know how to fix cars?" I nodded and said I had been learning for more than two years. The woman smiled; she had a really beautiful smile, and I couldn't quite place which actress she resembled on TV, so I couldn't help but look at her a few more times. The woman said, "You're quite shrewd, kid. Hehe, someone else wouldn't have helped me without some compensation, let alone offered to fix it." Hearing this, my playful side kicked in, and I replied, "If it weren't for such a beautiful lady, I'd have to think twice." The woman laughed loudly and said, "This kid, should I say you're good with words, or should I tell you, 'How old are you, little brat?'"
Then she stopped talking and focused on making a small turn, heading straight for the residential area. Finally, she stopped in front of a building, pointed to a shop outside the car door, and said, "I'm here, this is it." I looked through the window and saw that it was a hotel, clearly marked: Joy Hotel. I paused for a moment, reached into my pocket, took out the address slip, looked at it carefully, and stood there for a long time, forgetting to get out of the car. The woman who had already gotten out of the truck and started unloading goods was laughing and saying, "What,
aren't you getting out? Want me to take you to your destination?" I quickly got out of the truck and stood there without moving, looking up at the hotel's signboard: Joy Hotel, 24-hour hot water, single rooms, fiber optic internet…
The woman had already taken a bunch of things into the room and came out to get more. I asked her, "Do you know who owns this place?"
The woman glanced at me but didn't answer, taking her things back inside. When she came out again, her tone was somewhat cold as she said, "Alright, you've arrived at your destination, go where you're supposed to go!" I thought that perhaps the joke I made in the truck had caused her some misunderstanding, so I quickly said, "I'm only going this far! Is this the owner's place inside?" The woman, taking things from the truck, replied, "I'm the owner." I was stunned, staring at her. She gave me a displeased look. As she walked past me, she deliberately bumped into me with something.
"Luo Mingna!" I called out a name.
The woman, who had already reached the door, suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared at me. I continued, "I just came from Nanfang City, I got off the train this morning." The woman's body visibly trembled, she almost dropped what she was carrying,
but then she quickly went into the house. I bit my lip to compose myself, and also reached for some things from the train and went into the house. Just as I reached the door, the woman hurried out again and said to me, "Please sit down, I'll put everything away."
Inside was a small, square room of about 20 square meters. There was a closed door on the south-west side, with two sofas and a wooden bench against the wall. On the east side was a long counter with a computer, notebooks,
calculators, and other items on it. Behind the counter, against the east wall, was a row of shelves filled with cigarettes, alcohol, food, tea, and various daily necessities. The toilet paper the woman had brought in was on the bottom shelf; I glanced at it and put my things in as well. I was a little puzzled; wasn't anyone watching over this business?
I looked around. At the south end of the counter on the east side was the staircase leading upstairs, and at the north end was a half-open door. Through the crack, I could see that it led to what appeared to be a kitchen. At the south end of the staircase in this small square room was a north-south corridor, about 4 meters long and 2 meters wide, ending
at another closed door. Curious, I walked around for a bit, then put down my bag and sat on a sofa. On the wall above the sofa hung the hotel's business license, tobacco business permit, and fire prevention regulations issued by the local police station. I saw Mingna's name on both, as well as a name that should have been a man's: Chen Jun. Besides that, I noticed security cameras installed in every corner.
After more than ten minutes, the woman returned, leading a boy who looked about four or five years old. Behind them was a slightly hunched old man wearing a black leather hat. The little boy was fair-skinned,
but unnaturally so; to be precise, his complexion was pale. The old man looked kind and benevolent, probably
in his sixties or seventies. The little boy, as soon as he came in, obediently took off his red down jacket, climbed onto the computer chair behind the counter, and started playing with the mouse. The woman said, "Jun Jun, don't play for too long." The boy obediently nodded and replied, "Mom, just 10 minutes, okay?" The old woman kept staring at me,
and then a smile appeared on her face. I stood up and stood there silently, watching them. They spoke first.
"Lin Feng?" The woman looked at me, a hint of unease in her eyes.
"Yes. I came to find... to find my mother." I nodded and began to rub my toes against the gray-white tiles on the soles of my feet, trying to ease my uncontrollable restraint.
The woman silently took off her scarf and hat, her eyes instantly reddening. She covered her mouth with her hand,
came forward and hugged me, patting my back hard. I also reached out and hugged her back, my throat tightening, a feeling I had never imagined I would cry. I held back my tears.
The answer was obvious: this woman was Luo Mingna, the one my father had told me about, the one who gave birth to me but never raised me.
"This is your maternal grandfather," my mother said, pointing to the old man. I nodded and called out softly, "Grandpa!"
The old man wiped his eyes and patted my back, repeatedly saying, "Good, good..."
Then he led me to the room on the west side. It was a bedroom, about the same size as the outer
living room, with a window on the north side overlooking the street, though it had safety bars. Besides a bed and a TV, there was a small bookshelf with some books on it; I glanced at them—mostly old books, history stories, and books on life sciences. My grandfather led me in by opening the wardrobe beside the bed, taking out two coats, and telling me to put them on,
saying the one I was wearing was too big and not warm enough. Seeing this, a warm feeling welled up inside me. I declined the old man's kindness and instead chose one to wear; it fit perfectly. Grandpa exclaimed happily,
"That's wonderful, wonderful!" My mother stood at the doorway, watching, her eyes reddening as she smiled.
"Alright, I'll cook for you. Wait here." My mother wiped her eyes, took off her blue down coat, and
went into the kitchen. I sat for a while and followed her to the kitchen doorway, peering inside. My mother, her back to the door, was pouring frozen hand-pulled noodles from a bag into a bowl, then putting the bag into the freezer next to her. Her movements were swift and skillful, and I even felt an indescribable beauty in her continuous actions. What was so beautiful about it?
Was it the black long-necked wool sweater? Or the blue jeans? Or perhaps the maroon snow boots? I think it must include all of these combined with her well-proportioned figure and nimble movements. I was thinking that according to my father's description, my mother should be 39 years old, but she looked much younger than she actually was. It seemed she was living a good life, which was why she maintained her appearance.
My mother's slightly twitching back and the occasional gesture of wiping her face interrupted my wandering thoughts. I thought she was crying…
"Mommy, Grandpa, how much is this?" The little boy's shout made me turn around. It turned out that a hotel guest was buying cigarettes; he must have just come downstairs and just woken up. The little boy held up the cigarette pack and called for his mother to come out and see. I glanced at the cigarettes and told my mother the name of the cigarettes. My mother turned around, told me the price, and then turned back to her work. I went back into the living room and stood behind the little boy, watching him play a fishing game on the computer.
"Junjun, stop playing and come eat with your brother," my mother called to the little boy after greeting my grandfather.
The little boy jumped off his chair, pushed me aside, and went into the kitchen. I followed him in and saw that my mother had already set the table and set the dishes. She was helping the little boy wash his hands, and I quickly washed my hands and wiped my face.
"You guys eat, I'm not hungry yet," my mother said. She sat down next to the little boy and picked out a bowl of noodles for him first, and then helped me and my grandfather. I silently and obediently accepted this warm help.
"Junjun, this is your brother Lin Feng. You have a brother now, aren't you happy?" my mother said.
After eating a dumpling, Junjun looked at me and asked, "Is this my older brother? The older brother you told me about?"
"Yes, the older brother I told you about a few days ago. Didn't Mom promise you that if you behaved well while you were getting your shots, I'd give you an older brother to play with? And here he is."
"Yes. But this older brother is too big, how can we play?" Junjun tilted his head and looked at me. I smiled at him,
thinking to myself, "So this child is sick. No wonder he looks so pale and so thin."
As I ate the noodles, my first thought after the first bite was, "How can this be so delicious? The noodles I've had at noodle shops before weren't this good. Am I just hungry? I don't feel that hungry."
"Why aren't you eating anymore? Is it not good?" My mother asked, noticing I hesitated after the first bite.
"It's...it's just too delicious!" I said, a little embarrassed.
At this moment, my grandfather chimed in, "Haha, in our family, I might not be able to say anything bad about other things, but when it comes to noodles, no one will say they're not good. Do you know what your grandpa used to do? A noodle chef! Especially noodles, our family has a unique broth and seasoning, and we even ran a noodle shop. If your mom hadn't been busy and unable to help me the past couple of years, and
if I hadn't been in poor health, I might still be making noodles for others. These are frozen noodles; I'll make you fresh ones myself sometime when I have time."
"Ah, I see!" This surprised me a little.
"Are you very tired? After dinner, go to the bathroom in that big bedroom to take a shower, and then take a nap.
We'll talk about it tonight," my mother said softly.
Grandpa only ate a few bites and then sat there, looking at me and then at Mother, his face beaming with undisguised joy… The large bedroom
Mother
mentioned was the room at the end of the small corridor, spacious and bright, with an attached bathroom divided into two sections: an outer room with a sink and toilet, and an inner room for a shower. Before I went into the bathroom, Mother handed me a white nightgown, saying, “This is something Junjun’s father bought but has never worn. You can wear this for now.” I nodded and went into the bathroom. I stripped naked, washing away the fatigue of the past few days in the steamy heat, feeling incredibly refreshed. The sense of unfamiliarity I had anticipated wasn’t as strong as I expected. My mother’s image and voice, though I had only seen her for a little over an hour, were vividly imprinted in my mind. A sense of belonging was growing within me; perhaps this was the innate nature of blood ties.
I turned off the shower, dried my body, and looked at the white robe hanging on the wall, wondering what kind of person Junjun’s father was. Judging from Junjun's age, he must have been born to his mother and this man a few years ago. This thought brought a renewed sense of unease to my recently calmed heart. Picking up the mattress, I noticed a set of women's underwear hanging beside it: a light pink cotton bra and a pair of matching pink panties, probably washed and dried there after a shower. Looking at the unadorned bra,
I tried to guess its size—was it a C-cup? I'm not really an expert on these things; I've only talked about them with my coworkers while repairing cars. Whenever we see a female customer with some attractive features, we coworkers would often fantasize about her, guessing her measurements. But most of us are all talk and no action; eight out of ten of us don't have girlfriends, and our closest companions are still our left and right hands. As for myself, I'm still a naive newbie, inexperienced in such matters. My only intimate encounter with a woman was six months ago, when I was drunk and ended up in bed with a girl I often hung out with. But in a state of heightened excitement, after undressing her, I couldn't get it right. With her help, just as I was about to reach my goal, I ejaculated uncontrollably. The girl gave me a deep look of contempt before getting dressed and leaving.
These thoughts flashed through my mind, and my genitals began to rise wickedly. Because of my father's illness, I had lost my libido for many days, and now my penis was painfully hard as soon as it became erect. The glans was swollen and glistening under the light. I touched it and gently stroked it. Images of the girl's snow-white body that had made me ejaculate uncontrollably and the faces of countless women who had once stirred my heart flashed through my mind. However, in the final, powerful ejaculation, the woman's face in my mind froze on my mother's beautiful face.
After the release came a brief emptiness and unease. I wiped my shrunken genitals, recalling the face of the woman I had just fantasized about. Why did I think of my mother, Luo Mingna, at the moment of climax? How could I have such lustful thoughts about my own mother? A sense of guilt welled up within me…
I walked out of the bathroom and saw my mother sitting on the edge of the bed, covering Junjun, who had just fallen asleep, with a blanket. Seeing me come out, she gestured for me to be quiet, then pointed to the door and led me out of the master bedroom. She then opened a door on the east side of the small hallway. It was a small bedroom, but it had a wardrobe, computer, TV, bathroom, and ventilation vents. However, the room only had a window above the door, so even during the day, the lights had to be on. My mother said that this room used to belong to Junjun, but after he became heavier, he slept with her. So, it was sometimes used as a guest room; when the five rooms upstairs were full, guests would be accommodated here. Now that I was here, this room was mine. I nodded in satisfaction.
My mother told me to rest first, and that we could talk later that evening, then she left the room. I collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up again, I checked my phone; it was already 3 PM. Feeling a little dizzy from sleeping, I stayed in bed for a while before getting up, turning on the light, washing my face, changing my clothes, and then coming out. My mother was at the counter, typing something into a notebook. I quietly sat down on the sofa opposite her, watching her silently. In Northeast China, indoor heating is already on at this time of year. Even in the living room, where guests frequently come and go, it was around 15
degrees Celsius. The bedroom was even warmer; wearing pajamas was no problem at all. My mother was wearing a floral plaid thermal shirt, her hair down, with only two strands hanging down at her temples, making her look very capable and highlighting the roundness and smoothness of her forehead. Her face, with its subtle makeup, had a firm and elastic look. She typed on the keyboard without making a sound, her neatly manicured nails gleaming as she typed. I found myself unconsciously appreciating the beauty around me.
"Sit here!" My mother stopped typing and patted the chair beside her. I obediently went and sat down, not knowing why I had become so docile. My mother stared at me for a moment; this was at least the fifth time she had looked at me like this since we met. She stretched out her hands in front of me, seemingly unsure what to do, before finally placing them on my forehead and gently stroking it. A warm, smooth sensation traveled through my skin and into my heart.
"Did your father... say anything about the past?" "
He said a few words a few days ago, not much, just that he didn't blame you, that he secretly took me away,
intentionally preventing you from finding me."
My mother's eyes reddened again. "It's alright, we're reunited now." She wiped her eyes.
"I should let you know a little about what happened before. You must want to know too." Her eyes were moist, but her face was flushed. She continued, "Your father got into a fight in the south and ran away to work at your maternal grandfather's noodle shop. Later, he became your maternal grandparents' son-in-law. After you were born, you took my surname, Luo. But not long after you were born, your grandfather inquired everywhere and came to our house, wanting him to return to the south. He was very satisfied with his marriage into the bride's family and repeatedly asked your father to change your surname to Lin. At that time, the two families had a big dispute. Your father was swayed by his family's words and sided with them, which put me in a difficult position. It wasn't because of your surname, but because I didn't want to go to the south with your father. I'm your maternal grandparents' only daughter, and I can't leave them. Besides, this was clearly agreed upon when we got married. How could they go back on their word? I was quite angry. After a stalemate for days, your father and the people who came to see him left without a word." "He didn't come back until almost three months later, and we had a fight. What's worse, during the time your father was gone, your maternal grandfather, in a fit of pique, told someone that even if he came back, he wouldn't want him anymore
and would find someone a hundred times better than him. This was told to your father by the person who stirred up trouble. So, we argued more and more fiercely afterward, and eventually, we really couldn't live together anymore, so we went to get a divorce. I was awarded custody of you, and your father didn't say anything at the time, but that very night, he secretly went into the house and took you away, leaving only a note. After we found out, we searched everywhere. Your maternal grandfather and I even went to the south, to your father's hometown, but we finally learned that your father had already sold the house and moved away, and your grandfather had already passed away three years before your father went back to the south. The neighbors said that before your grandfather died, he was still cursing your father for being unfilial, for having a son who took someone else's surname..." The mother was silent for a moment, a painful sorrow appearing on her face, as if she had returned to those years of the past. "Information wasn't as readily available back then, and not many households even had landline telephones. Finding someone in the country was extremely difficult. Your grandfather even considered reporting it to the police, but the officers at the local police station said they could help inquire."
But they wouldn't file a case, saying it was a family dispute. Later… and… they couldn't find it.” My mother
's voice choked with emotion. I listened quietly to her account, which matched my father's, only much more detailed.
I said, "Dad said he found a relative with some connections, got a bunch of certificates, and then changed both his and my names in the household registration."
My mother was silent for a while before saying, "I never thought I'd see you again until about two weeks ago. I received a call from this hotel landline. The person said he'd found out my hotel number through a friend here six months ago, but he didn't say how. That person was your dad. At first, I didn't believe it, but after he talked about many things from the past, I dared to confirm it really was him. Then he said his days were numbered, and he had to give his son back to me. He told me to pick you up at the station the day after tomorrow morning, but he didn't say anything else." My mother's mood improved a bit at this point. She touched my face and said, "Do you know why you were so sure you were my son after you said you were Lin Feng? Because of this!" My mother pointed to a small black mole on my neck below my left ear and said, "And your eyebrows and eyes really look a lot like your father's." She smiled and then said, "But your nose and mouth look like mine." As she spoke, she touched my cheek again.
I gently reached out and held my mother's damp hands, wanting to ask her how she had been all these years, but I didn't know how to start. Finally, I stammered and asked her, "How old is Junjun...?" My mother knew what I wanted to ask, of course. She looked towards the master bedroom and said, "Junjun is six and a half years old. He's not my son; he's his father's son with his ex-wife. This child is so pitiful. He looks smaller than other children his age because of his illness. Junjun's mother has heart disease. She could have had more children, but she secretly got pregnant with him and insisted on giving birth to him despite all the advice. In the end, the child survived, but
the mother didn't... When Junjun was a little over two years old, he was diagnosed with kidney failure and has to undergo dialysis three times a month."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but open my mouth wide, and my heart started beating faster with nervousness.
"Before I met Junjun's dad, I was married once. I just wanted to find a man to rely on, it was too hasty!
I got divorced in less than a year. That man was a gambler, I was lucky if I saw him three times a month, and he even beat women..."
The mother shook her head and smiled bitterly. "I started to fear marriage and didn't trust men. I started to become independent and make my own way in the world. More than four years ago, I met Junjun's dad and little Junjun at the hospital when I accompanied your grandfather to a check-up. He was 10 years younger than me, but we both fell in love with each other. I can't explain what fate brought us together."
"Isn't he home? I mean, Junjun's dad, I haven't seen him."
The mother shook her head, sobbing slightly. "Junjun's dad spent a lot of money on Junjun's illness. He did a lot of shady businesses to pay for Junjun's treatment. After we met, he stopped doing those things and started selling clothes. He was lucky and made some money. Two years ago, a government official who had previously worked with him contacted him through his subordinates to discuss developing real estate. The official would provide the money, and he would be the legal representative in charge of management.
Because of his position, he couldn't directly appear in person, and he felt that only Junjun's dad was reliable and trustworthy. He paid to bribe the person and got the development rights for two buildings. He originally thought he could make a lot of money after this and wouldn't have to work so hard anymore. But unexpectedly, after the buildings were completed and handed over, the person who took the money was reported and
investigated, and it eventually came down to Junjun's dad. And the person who initially contacted him..." The official who was cooperating with us privately told Jun's father that if he could ensure he wouldn't expose him, he would give us a large house and a sum of money for Jun's medical treatment. I didn't think too much about it at the time, still hoping that the official would find a way to get Jun's father out. When I visited him in the detention center, Jun's father told me to keep Jun's favorite card-filled backpack safe. I was a little surprised at the time, but didn't say anything. After returning home, I found Jun's backpack, which he hadn't used for a long time,
and realized that it contained some not-so-secret evidence that could get the official imprisoned.
I put it all in a bank safe deposit box. But on the third day, Jun's father died in the detention center. He broke the metal plate used for eating, hid a piece of metal, and cut his artery that night..." My mother couldn't continue, covered her face with her hands, and cried out loud, involuntarily burying her head on my shoulder and sobbing uncontrollably.
I gently stroked my mother's back. I could feel that she had endured so much pain and grievance for so long, only now finally releasing it all. That pain and grievance was for Junjun's father, for my father, and for me… Let her vent it all.
It's not hard to understand that this two-story, 300-square-meter apartment, now a hotel, was bought with Junjun's father's life. But no one knows whether the official was truly trustworthy or if he was also fully aware of the existence of a hidden document.
Only when I heard footsteps on the stairs did my mother sit up and turn towards the shelves, wiping her face with a tissue. The upstairs guests hurriedly left, perhaps to eat out. My mother's emotions had clearly calmed down by then. She
said to me, "You've only just arrived and I'm already telling you all this? Isn't it annoying?" I shook my head and said from the bottom of my heart, "Mom, I'm here for you!"
This was the first time I had called her "Mom!" There was no affectation whatsoever; it was a genuine, involuntary outpouring from the heart.
My mother smiled… and I felt once again that I had a home again, with my mother, grandfather, and younger brother.
I rested in this new home for two days. During those two days, I learned
how to help my mother and grandfather register guests and handle accounts. I also learned about my sick brother, Junjun's, dietary and rest needs. Most importantly, through my efforts to keep Junjun happy, we gradually got along better. My mother and grandfather saw all of this, and they felt that I was nothing like the immature child I used to describe. My mother went to work every morning. She worked at a branch of a beauty and body company owned by a friend in the county, mainly responsible for selling beauty products. She said she had been doing this for over two years. Because it was a friend's company, her work wasn't tiring; she mainly explained usage methods and precautions to regular customers, and her earnings were relatively higher than others. It was clear that my mother was very skilled at these things and that her job was quite easy…
Early on the third day, I said I was going out for a walk. My grandfather knew I didn't have any money, so he gave me 500
yuan. My mother told me to be careful with the money. I knew all this, of course. Since my father's illness, I've matured and understood that money, like youth, shouldn't be squandered. I only took 200
, returning the other 300 to my grandfather.
For the next few days, I left early every morning and returned by noon, afraid of worrying my mother. But one day I returned late, calling my mother to tell her I'd be back later. When I got home that evening, Junjun was already asleep, while my mother and grandfather were both at the counter. Usually, only one of them would be there, especially during the day when my mother often went to various clinics, so my grandfather would usually be at the counter. Perhaps because they were waiting for me, they were both there that day. My mother asked where I was and if I'd eaten. I smiled and told her I'd eaten and had found a car repair job, starting tomorrow. My mother paused, glancing at my grandfather. Only then did they understand why I'd been leaving every morning for the past few days. My mother smiled and said, "You're still young, you definitely can't stay in this hotel forever.
But I still want you to rest for a while longer, and it won't be too late to look for a job when it gets warmer. You came from the south, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle this heat." I smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll just wear more clothes. Besides, auto repair work is done at the factory, it won't be too cold." "Alright then, if it suits you, take it. If you feel it's not good, just tell me."
"I'll see if I can find you another job through a friend." I nodded. My mother asked what I needed to prepare, and I said I didn't need anything, just warm clothes for work tomorrow. Then I told my grandfather that the oversized cotton coat I brought would come in handy. My grandfather smiled and said he would get it ready for me. My mother asked what kind of work I needed, and I said I was studying internal combustion engines in the south and also knew a little about spray painting. These jobs weren't tiring, and I could take turns repairing them. When it wasn't busy, I could have at least one day off a week, which I was very happy about. Most importantly, it was very close to home; I didn't even need to take the bus, it
was only a 15-minute walk. My mother listened happily to my excited explanation.
I told my mother and grandfather to go and rest. I would watch the counter and close the remote security door outside the transparent glass building in a little while. My mother said I had to go to work tomorrow, and she would watch me today. I said I didn't have to get up very early for work.
She couldn't persuade me otherwise, so she went to rest in the master bedroom. I sat in front of the computer at the counter, looking at interesting web pages and keeping track of the time. My mother told me that this small county town only gets a lot of customers in the dead of winter and midsummer because the development zone sees many tourists during that season. Right now, before the heavy snow, it's considered the off-season, and they close for the night at 10:30 if no one comes.
Suddenly, the phone at the counter rang. I answered; it was for my mother. It was a woman's voice on the other end, saying she couldn't reach my mother by mobile phone and had called the landline. She said she was a friend of my mother's, surnamed Qin, and asked who I was. I didn't know how to explain, so I just said it was a friend watching the counter for a while and asked her not to hang up while I went to get her
. I quickly went to the bedroom to find my mother. Afraid of waking Junjun, I didn't knock, but slowly pressed the door handle and opened the door—something my mother had told me to avoid disturbing Junjun while he was sleeping. As soon as I entered, I saw my mother coming out of the bathroom in a light-colored bathrobe, drying her hair with a hairdryer. Half of her white legs were visible beneath the bathrobe, and her face had a blush that only comes from a bath, making her delicate features even more radiant. My mother subconsciously tightened her bathrobe. After I finished speaking, she followed me out the door to answer the phone.
From her conversation with the other person, I learned that it was her best friend, apparently from H city, who wanted to come here to relax. My mother had been advising her not to overthink things and to relax. My mother stood outside the counter, leaning against it, speaking with a slight hunch. Her tightly wrapped bathrobe outlined the alluring curves of her back and hips, especially the outlines of her underwear peeking through the fabric, which stirred up all sorts of fantasies. My face flushed instantly, and I quickly looked away. Only after my mother finished the call
did I turn my gaze away from the door. As she hurried back to the bedroom, she told me to go to sleep once no one came in. I responded verbally, but my mind remained unsettled for a long time. Even after closing the door and going back to my room to sleep, the image of my mother's bathrobe outlining the curves of her hips kept flashing through my mind…
The
next morning, I woke up from a beautiful dream . When I woke up, I realized that my underwear was muddy.
I took off my underwear, threw it aside, grabbed some toilet paper, wiped myself, and then lay back down. I tried hard to recall the dream: first, I was on the bed in this small bedroom, excitedly lying on her fair and plump body, moving my hips up and down, but I couldn't feel the pleasure of our union. So I tried to feel it, but the scene changed—this time I was in the bathroom, kissing my mother who was leaning against the wall. My mother had a loving smile on her face. Suddenly, I lifted one of her legs and placed it between my legs, then used my other hand to guide my genitals and explore between them. This time I could clearly feel the excitement in my genitals, but I woke up just as I was about to thrust into her.
The dream was so vivid. I often had similar dreams before, but I could never remember the faces of the people in the dream after waking up. This time, however, it was so clear...
And so, I started a new life in the small town of D County. I went to work at the auto repair shop every day, from 9 am to 5 pm. Sometimes I would get up early and come home late to work overtime. I had weekends off, sometimes one day off and sometimes two. When there was less work, I was free. I would play cards with my coworkers, or simply say hello to the foreman (our auto repair supervisor, who was almost 50 years old, had excellent skills, and was considered omnipotent by us. I don't know why everyone called him foreman; I just followed what others called him. I just felt that he didn't talk much and was a very nice person) and then go home. Because I lived close by, only a few minutes away, I could make a phone call if needed and then run back. Of course, this was only on rare occasions when I was too free;
I couldn't always slip away.
This auto repair shop has about a dozen people, including the owner's wife who handles the cashier and cooking, and the owner's mother.
Including the owner, there are three master mechanics. Actually, the owner himself was trained by the platoon leader, so the platoon leader has absolute authority in the technical department. The platoon leader is an all-around master mechanic. The owner mainly does painting, maintenance, and decoration, but he's often present. Another master mechanic is a retired soldier named Zhang Yang, who served in the armored forces for several years. He's older than me and learned auto repair before joining the army, specializing in sheet metal repair. He's not tall but very strong, has a knack for repairs, and is quite reserved. He's the quiet, reserved type. Two others, like me, are only partially skilled: the optimistic and cheerful Da Liu and the always-smiling Xiao Wu. We're all in the process of technical development and improvement. The rest are apprentices who just graduated from junior high school and came from the countryside to the city. The youngest is only 16, but they keep it a secret and say he's 19. He even has a fake ID in case he's caught as a child laborer.
Although I spent most of my work hours repairing circuits with the foreman, I got along very well with Zhang Yang. We talked a lot and gradually became friends. He was the first close friend I made in this small town. Zhang Yang was born into a poor family in a neighboring county, more than 100 kilometers away. His family was not poor; his mother was a primary school teacher in the town, and his father was a village cadre. However, his father died in an accident while quarrying rocks 10 years ago, leaving his mother to raise him and his younger brother alone. When he was in his third year of junior high school, he came home one day and saw a second-rate villager harassing his mother at the door. He picked up a brick and hit the guy from behind, causing him to bleed profusely from the head.
The guy then accused him and called the police station. Zhang Yang's family had to pay 3,000 yuan in compensation. After that, his classmates kept their distance from him at school, and he lost interest in studying. He barely graduated from junior high and became an apprentice. Two years later, he joined the army and received some government subsidies (being a soldier is similar to working; you get a sum of money, but it all goes to you after discharge). This money later came in handy when his younger brother was in high school. Now his brother is a senior and will take the college entrance exam this summer. His biggest wish now is to save money to buy a house in this small town so his family can move in. Zhang Yang's mother came to the auto repair shop once to see him. She was a very dignified woman, simply but appropriately dressed, with graceful manners, and her every smile and gesture resembled that of actress Jiang Shan.
Zhang Yang is usually quiet and rarely goes out with his coworkers outside of work. Even when they play cards in their free time, he mostly just watches from the sidelines. His phone is only for making calls; chatting on QQ or playing games is irrelevant to him. Sometimes when people invite him to internet cafes, he just asks someone else to find movie websites for him
and then watches a movie.
My mother and grandfather have visited my workplace. My grandfather went to see it the afternoon I started work and told my mother about it. A few days later, my mother also came and was relieved to see that the environment was better than she had imagined. After my mother left, Xiao Wu, who always loves to exaggerate, said to me,
"Is that your mom? She looks like a young wife. Your dad is lucky! Foreman, don't you think?"
I threw a water bottle at Xiao Wu's head, and he dodged it with a laugh. The older and more mature class monitor, Xiao, told us, "Lin Feng's mother looks like a very famous Taiwanese actress from the 1980s named Su Mingming. She
acted in many TV dramas, which you guys probably haven't seen." That night, after I got home, I looked up the actress the class monitor mentioned online, and she really did look somewhat like her. I even specifically looked up an old movie she starred in called "Dark Night," and she was indeed very beautiful.
Days passed by like this, ordinary yet fulfilling. The only time the atmosphere at home was tense was when Jun went to the hospital for dialysis. Every time, it was heartbreaking, and every time, my mother would have a worried look on her face but still have to force a smile for Jun.
This time, my mother was taking Junjun to the hospital for dialysis again. It happened to be the weekend, so I went with her. We took a taxi and arrived at the hospital very early. Since the appointment times were fixed, there wasn't much to ask. I chatted with Junjun for a few minutes, nodded to my mother, and led him to the dialysis room. Junjun was already familiar with the procedure and didn't say anything. He just glanced back at my mother and me waiting at the door before entering the dialysis room, his eyes filled with reluctance and unease. My heart ached instantly, and tears almost welled up. I turned my head away, not wanting my mother to see; I didn't want to infect her with my emotions. I couldn't imagine how my mother had endured so much suffering for so long. My mother pulled me to sit on a bench in the corridor. We sat in silence for a few minutes. Suddenly, I asked my mother, "Mom, is there no cure for Junjun's illness?" My mother pursed her lips and said,
"Yes, there is—a kidney transplant." "Does that cost a lot of money?" "About 300,000 yuan for the basic costs. Then there's the cost of medications. But money isn't the most important thing. We have to figure out how to manage the money. The main issue is finding a suitable kidney. Junjun's father made some arrangements at the hospital when he was alive. We've left our contact information with several hospitals, and they'll notify us as soon as a suitable kidney becomes available." My mother's voice choked up as she spoke. "I don't know how much longer Junjun can hold on, whether he can make it to that day. I promised his father I would cure his illness." Hearing this, I quickly comforted my mother, involuntarily holding her soft hand, putting my arm around her shoulder so she could lean on mine, and whispering, "Mom, I will help you! You're so kind, and Junjun loves you so much, he'll definitely get better!" My mother looked up at me, her eyes red-rimmed, and reached out to touch my face, saying:
"Feng'er has grown up! With you here, Mom feels much more at ease."
My mother's mature and charming face was so close to my eyes. Her bright eyes, red lips, and fragrant breath stirred my heart, which had been free of any other thoughts. At that moment, all I wanted to do was kiss her face. Without thinking, I lowered my head and kissed my mother's smooth, round forehead. My mother seemed startled, then realized what she meant, and a blush appeared on her face. She then gently pulled her hand away from mine, sat up straight, and looked around nervously, probably thinking that people might misunderstand our relationship. I, on the other hand, was still recalling the soft, moist feeling of my mother's forehead when I kissed her.
Junjun rested at the hospital for a morning after his dialysis, and we took a taxi home together in the afternoon. Halfway there,
my mother's phone rang. She answered the phone and sounded quite happy. From the gist of the conversation, she was told to wait at home for someone to come the next afternoon, and she seemed to have also greeted Junjun and Grandpa. After hanging up the phone, my mother said that she had called the front desk a month ago looking for her, but the person who answered was my aunt Qin Ping, who was bringing her son to visit the next day. Then, on the way, my mother introduced Aunt Qin to my mother.
Aunt Qin and my mother were childhood friends; she was three years older than my mother. Later, she became a flight attendant and met a young Chinese-Japanese man on a flight. They fell in love, married, and moved to Japan, where they had a son. However, their happiness was short-lived. Five years later, due to constant conflicts with her husband and his family, they eventually divorced. Her son stayed in Japan with his father, while she returned to China and started her own business. First, she opened a Japanese restaurant in the city, and a few years later, she opened a beauty and body center. Now, her beauty and body center has more than twenty branches throughout the province, and the one my mother manages is one of her branches.
My mother told me that Aunt Qin has never married. She has always missed her son and often visits him in Japan. Her son is very talented in art and, although only two years older than me, is already quite well-known in the Japanese art world. A while ago, Aunt Qin was feeling down, and her son came to visit at just the right time. It was his first time in China,
which made her very happy. After spending two days in the city, her son said he wanted to find a quiet place to stay for a few days and do some sketching. So Aunt Qin thought of the winter resort in this small town, which is perfect for a winter vacation.
The excitement my mother showed when she talked about Aunt Qin's situation made me realize how deep their relationship was. She even showed me a photo on her phone. In the photo, a beautiful woman in white
with short hair and a boy with shoulder-length hair holding a paintbrush were standing together, smiling happily. The boy wasn't very tall, but he was quite handsome, especially with his long eyebrows and slender eyes, which made him look even more striking. It was undoubtedly Aunt Qin and her son, Miyazawa Shunichi. The background of the photo was an art studio. My mother said that Qin Ping had even given her son a Chinese name: Qin Ze.
The next day at noon, I was planning to wait for guests at home with my mother, but I received a call from my foreman asking me to go to the factory to finish a job. A client urgently needed a car and needed me to work overtime immediately. Although I was supposed to have my day off, I ran all the way to the factory. I worked at the factory all afternoon, and finally finished it when it got dark. The client was satisfied, and the boss received a generous reward. In his excitement, he asked us what kind of reward we wanted. Everyone shouted that they wanted to eat something, but I said that I had wanted to rest for the afternoon, but now I was even more tired. I said it would be great if I could take the day off tomorrow. I was just joking, but the boss was so happy that he granted my request, which made the others envious.
We had barbecue with the boss, and I returned home around 7 p.m. My grandfather was sitting at the counter with Junjun, watching cartoons on the computer. I briefly explained the situation to him, mainly telling him that I had already eaten and that I could take another day off tomorrow. My grandfather said that my mother was upstairs in the largest guest room chatting with Aunt Qin and her son, whom I had just met that afternoon. I hadn't expected Aunt Qin to stay here that night. I'd assumed a businesswoman like her
would be staying at a hotel or a nearby resort. It seemed she and my mother were closer than I thought. I knew I should go up and say hello—it was basic courtesy—so I went to my room first, washed up in the bathroom, and changed into clean clothes before going upstairs.
Upstairs were several guest rooms: two large rooms, each accommodating six people, and four single rooms. The two large rooms were on opposite sides, each with its own bathroom, while the four single rooms shared a common bathroom at the end of the corridor. My mother's room was the large, sunny room on the south side. I knocked and heard my mother's familiar voice, so I opened the door. I saw my mother sitting close together on a bed in the center of the west side of the room with a woman wearing a light blue collared jacket and casual white skinny jeans. On the edge of the bed opposite them sat a slightly thin man, about my age, wearing a casual suit. In the aisle between the beds sat a woman's knee-high boots and a pair of cotton slippers. As
soon as I entered the room, my mother immediately called me over to introduce them; those two were Aunt Qin and her son, Miyazawa Shunichi.
Aunt Qin was very beautiful, with delicate features on a round face. Her eyes, though not large, were full of life. She had short, side-swept bangs that barely covered her ears, and her smile conveyed both competence and kindness. She was slightly fuller-figured than my mother. It
was quite remarkable for a forty-two-year-old woman to maintain such good looks; it must be related to her work in the beauty industry. She reminded me of the South Korean actress Lee Young-ae.
I politely greeted her, and Aunt Qin looked at me and then at my mother, smiling and praising me. The young Japanese painter, whose Chinese name was Qin, nodded politely at me with a very Japanese manner, greeting me in slightly broken Chinese. Surprisingly, his Chinese was quite good.
Aunt Qin and her family arrived at 2 PM. They drove themselves from 40 kilometers away to this small town.
Since they were on vacation, they skipped the company and came straight here. They wanted to chat with my mother and also to see me, so they stayed here instead of going to a hotel. After I told them I didn't have to work the next day, Aunt Qin and my mother said that our two families would go skiing at the resort. My mother asked for my opinion, and I really wanted to see it. I'd never seen such real snow before, not since coming here. In the south, even when it snows, it stops and melts immediately. As for skiing, I'd only ever seen it on TV, so I really wanted to try it. We chatted for a while, then everyone rested, preparing to go to the resort early the next morning. Aunt Qin and Qin Ze stayed in this large room with six beds.
The next morning, my mother, Junjun, and I got into Aunt Qin's SUV and headed to the resort, leaving the household chores to my grandfather. The weather was nice today; although it was -20 degrees Celsius, the sunshine was delightful. Since we were heading east towards the sun, Aunt Qin, who was driving, put on sunglasses as soon as she
got in the car. She gave my mother and me a playful smile in the rearview mirror, which added a touch of charm. My mother sat in the front, and the three of us sat in the back, with Junjun and me on either side of her. As soon as we left the city, Junjun was drawn to the bustling scene at a livestock market by the roadside and excitedly called my mother to come and see.
As my mother turned her head to look out the rear window of the car, and then turned back to sit down, one hand rested gently on her lap. I instinctively reached out and grasped it in my palm. I loved the smooth, silky feel; it went straight to my heart.
I couldn't help but gently stroke it with my thumb. My mother tried to pull her hand back slightly, but I gripped it tightly, not letting the softness slip through my fingers. My mother looked at me, and I looked at her other hand, which Junjun was holding firmly. My mother smiled knowingly, letting me hold her delicate hand. This scene also caught the attention of Qin Ze, who turned to look at us. I saw his gaze sweep over my mother's face before landing on our clasped hands, and then he tossed a piece of chocolate to Junjun.
The journey was short; less than a kilometer from my house to the entrance of the tourist area, and half a kilometer from the entrance to the Holiday Inn, so we arrived quickly. At the entrance, we were stopped by security and charged a parking fee. I couldn't help but smile, thinking how shrewd these businessmen were. Aunt Qin drove straight to the hotel, parked, and told everyone to grab their bags before we all went inside.
Aunt Qin had booked a suite, but when she considered booking one for us, my mother stopped her, saying we'd only be staying a short time and wouldn't waste money. So we went to the suite first. The environment was quite nice, with three bedrooms (two bright and one dark) and a bright living room. Through the large, bright windows in the living room, we could see the beautiful, snow-covered landscape of the tourist area. Looking down at the frozen lake not far away, with people playing on the water and skiers gliding across the slopes, I truly felt the sense of tranquility described in books. Qin told my mother to go to the inner room to change into her ski suit, while Qin Ze, who had already arrived in a blue ski suit, opened his bags and took out a foldable sketchbook and a transparent box for his brushes and ink. Junjun didn't have anything to change into; his body wasn't suited for strenuous exercise. I said I'd just wear my down jacket and cotton sweatpants. Junjun was very interested in Qin Ze's art supplies, asking all sorts of questions. Qin Ze enthusiastically explained everything to Junjun. Finally, when the two mothers changed their clothes and were ready to leave, Junjun took the transparent toolbox from Qin Ze.
We
took the cable car to the ski resort, where we first picked up our skis and equipment at the designated location before starting our skiing trip. Qin Ze was the first to eagerly put on his gear, gave us an OK sign, and stepped onto the slope with stylish and skillful movements. Aunt Qin was the second. My mother didn't put on her gear but watched me as I stepped onto the slope for the first time, helping me tighten my equipment while telling me the key points. I listened attentively, but as soon as I got on the slope, I fell flat on my back. My mother lovingly helped me up, brushing the snow off me, while Junjun, fiddling with his art supplies, laughed at my clumsy appearance.
I made an angry face at Junjun and tried to ski out again. Again and again, I skied and fell, fell and skied again,
stumbling and falling, gradually drifting away from my mother and Junjun. My mother wanted to watch Junjun, so she didn't set off. On the slopes, there were experienced skiers speeding by with ease, and there were also beginners like me, tumbling and crawling, but everyone was experiencing and enjoying their own fun. I don't know how far I had skied. As I got up once, I saw Qin Ze wave to me from another runway, slowing down and skiing back the way I came. A little while later,
I saw Aunt Qin skiing by at a leisurely pace. She shouted "Go for it!" to me and then went to catch up with Ze, who was waiting for her ahead. What a graceful and brave woman! Haha! After skiing for a while longer, I headed towards another runway heading back, because I didn't know where it ended and was afraid my mother would worry if I didn't get back soon. However, on the way back,
I saw Aunt Qin again, and behind her was my mother. I didn't see Qin Ze; presumably, he was looking after Junjun. I watched as my mother vigorously swung her skis, bending and swinging her legs with practiced skill and graceful movements.
"Go, son!" I heard her encouraging voice as she sped past me.
My progress hadn't been great; I was still moving at a snail's pace. Finally, I saw Junjun's red jacket at the finish line. I was sweating profusely from all the effort, and glancing at the sun, it was probably almost 10
o'clock. Just as I was about to give it my last two pushes to reach the finish line, a yellow figure glided past me—wasn't that my mother? So fast! Aunt Qin followed immediately. The two of them raced past each other like they were in a competition. I hurriedly swung my skis, trying to get there quickly, but then I saw my mother stop ahead and turn to look at me. I jerked my skis backward, using the slope to glide forward. My intention was to stop beside my mother,
but unexpectedly, someone came from behind. In my panic, I bumped straight into my mother. She couldn't dodge in time, and
in a moment of panic, we both dropped our skis and reached out to each other for support. We hugged each other tightly, then both fell to the ground. I deliberately let my mother fall on top of me, while I touched the snow directly. As
soon as I fell, I smelled a woman's unique fragrance, a faint scent, gently wafting towards me, as if I were touching it, reaching straight to my heart, like the soft touch of my mother's hand. I immediately had a plan. Instead of opening my eyes and getting up right away, I pretended to be in pain and remained motionless.
My mother hurriedly got up and sat beside me, asking if I was alright, her hand on my chest. As I felt that comfortable woman's fragrance again, I suddenly leaned back, using the snow for support, and instinctively leaned in to kiss her face deeply. But the moment I kissed her, I was stunned. It wasn't the wet feeling I had imagined, but a warm, moist sensation entered my mouth—I had actually kissed my mother's lips.
"You naughty boy, still playing tricks on your mother!" My mother, clearly startled, reacted by pushing me away,
taking off her gloves, and unconsciously wiping her lips. Her ski goggles must have been removed when she got up; her delicate face was flushed—was it from exercise, or a little shy? Probably both. I stood up, helped my mother up, and we skied towards the finish line together.
At the finish line, Qin Ze was teaching Junjun to draw. Junjun was drawing distant houses and a nearby lake on a piece of paper. Qin Ze would sometimes tell Junjun how to start a stroke, and sometimes he would simply grab Junjun's small hand and guide it with his own to draw a stroke. Aunt Qin was resting on the side, telling my mother they would have another race later. Apparently, they had just been racing to catch up with me, and my mother had obviously won. My mother smiled and said to Junjun, "Junjun, come play with Mom, okay? Don't disturb your brother's drawing; he needs to sketch. Come back after he's finished his beautiful drawing." Unexpectedly, Qin Ze gestured to my mother that it was alright and gave Junjun a thumbs-up as a sign of praise.
He said to my mother and me, "Junjun is very talented. He hasn't had any professional training, and at such a young age, he has such a good sense of the structure and layout of a drawing. That's talent."
My mother and I were stunned by Qin Ze's words; he wasn't joking. My mother and I knew nothing about drawing. Junjun sometimes pestered his grandfather to draw random cartoon animals, and his grandfather, to appease him, would let him copy the drawings—pigs, horses, cows, sheep—that no outsider could even identify. Sometimes, whether Junjun's drawing was good or bad, we would pretend to look and clap and cheer. We usually carefully protected the frail Junjun, neglecting some of his own feelings.
"Mom, when we go back another day, we'll send Junjun to kindergarten. Two days a week is fine, as long as his body can handle it." My mother nodded, her eyes a little red. She said, "Junjun is of school age anyway, sigh." I gently wrapped my arm around her back and placed my hand on her other shoulder, giving her a soft hug. I whispered to comfort my mother, "Mom, Junjun will be alright."
Aunt Qin, intending to break my mother's melancholy, took her skiing again. Junjun was drawing away, making noises. I took off my skis and sat on a bag to rest. Qin Ze, however, took out a piece of drawing paper, sat down like me, placed the paper on his lap, and began sketching something earnestly with a pencil.
"Do you love your mother?" Qin Ze suddenly asked me in his somewhat broken Chinese, without any apparent reason.
I paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Who doesn't love their mother?"
Qin Ze nodded vigorously but smiled. He stood up, handed me the drawing he had just finished, and said, "I love my mother! This is for you!" I took it and looked at it. It was a simple sketch of a woman sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest. Her features were vividly and clearly drawn, and although it was a pencil sketch, they were still distinct. The woman had long hair piled up, a full but not fat oval face, a few strands of hair hanging down her forehead, slightly arched eyebrows,
almond-shaped eyes, a straight nose, thin and pretty lips, and a gentle smile. The whole posture and expression exuded a warm maternal love. Isn't this my mother? Oh, I remember now, my mother was chatting with Aunt Qin last night in roughly the same posture. This guy drew this entirely from memory. Although I don't understand art, I know that this is much more difficult than drawing from a live model, especially capturing the expression of the figure. This guy is truly a painter. I rolled the simple yet exquisite painting into a tube and put it in a bag, saying to him,
"Thank you!" Then I asked him, "You must have painted your mother too, right?"
Qin Ze nodded and said, "Countless times. In the days when I couldn't see her, I painted countless times based on my memories of when we met. This time, I planned to paint one in front of her, so she could be my model." His expression was full of longing... Then, as if talking to himself, he said, "To love someone is to love all of her, to possess all of her, and to share everything with her." He suddenly turned to me and asked, "Do you know what else a painter needs besides good hands?"
I thought for a moment and replied, "The eyes, I guess?"
"That's right, smart! A painter's eyes need to have a broad perspective and a keen eye for detail.
The reason my teacher took me as a student was because of my exceptional eyesight!" Qin Ze said with a hint of pride.
I didn't know why Qin Ze was saying all this; perhaps he was just chatting with someone he had just met.
"I can read your expression!" Qin Ze suddenly said to me. "Yesterday, when we first met, I immediately knew we were the same kind of people."
"What kind of people?" I laughed. "You're a refined person from high society, a professional painter.
I'm a car mechanic. If our elders weren't friends, we would never have met."
"That's not what I meant! I meant... our emotional orientation." Qin Ze suddenly leaned close to me and whispered, "You love your mother, you want to have everything about her, including her body..."
I froze, looking into Qin Ze's firm and resolute eyes, unable to refute him, and involuntarily took two steps back. Qin Ze smiled again and slowly said, "In China, this is a secret! In Japan, it's a secret, but people there can sense the existence of this love, and many don't strongly oppose it, believing it's justified. My teacher studied painting with a professor when he was young.
The professor treated him very well, like a father, which might explain why the professor never married or had children. My teacher once tentatively asked the professor why he hadn't married, and the professor only said that he had loved someone, and when that person left, his heart left too. Later, the professor passed away, and my teacher obtained the professor's notebooks. In the notebooks, he found the reason why the professor didn't marry or have children. The professor fell in love with his mother, and under his pursuit, his mother also fell in love with him. This relationship wasn't unknown to everyone; his neighbors knew, but they all kept it a secret."
I listened quietly as Qin Ze finished speaking, recalling examples of Japanese romance I had seen online. Related examples, whether in movies, AVs, TV dramas, or news reports, seemed commonplace in Japan. A thought suddenly popped into my head, so I asked Qin Ze, "Does your mother love you too?"
"I believe she loves me, but she lacks confidence. But I'll help her build confidence and face me bravely!" Qin Han said firmly. "You have to try too!"
I sighed and didn't say anything. I saw my mother and Aunt Qin returning in the distance; their clothes were easily recognizable by their colors. After they came back, they started taking off their skis, rested for a while, and then started packing their things together. They then carried their skis and hurried towards the cable car down the mountain.
After descending the mountain, we rushed back to the hotel to change and have lunch. While waiting for the food, we drank some. Qin Ze poured his mother a cup of tea and said, "Mom, have fun! I'm so happy to see you so happy." He then put down his teacup, pulled his mother's head close, and gently kissed her face and lips twice. Aunt Qin didn't strongly object to her son's intimate gesture; she just looked at the slight embarrassment on my mother and my faces. I secretly watched my mother, who was turning her head away as if avoiding the intimate gesture between her and her son.
During dinner, Aunt Qin's phone rang. She got up to answer it and chatted for a while before hanging up.
It turned out a client, who was also a friend, wanted to discuss something, so Aunt Qin invited them to the resort to discuss business while having fun. The client seemed to agree, saying they would arrive in a couple of days.
After dinner, my mother and I originally intended to go home, but Junjun wanted to learn to paint with Qin Ze. Qin Ze and Aunt Qin persuaded us to stay, so we spent the rest of the afternoon at the hotel, finally leaving with Junjun as it was getting dark.
On the taxi ride home, my mother said she would contact a kindergarten that taught art the next day to send Junjun there. Junjun seemed very excited to hear about painting. This was the first time I had seen Junjun so happy since I arrived.
When we
got home, Grandpa was sitting at the counter reading the newspaper. Seeing us, he said, "You had a good time, didn't you?" Mom, untying her scarf, said, "I don't exercise much, I'm a little tired. My neck, back, and legs are sore." Grandpa smiled and said, "It's peak tourist season now, so it's crowded. We were already full this early, so we closed early to avoid waiting." Mom and I were surprised and asked Grandpa what was going on. He explained that some tourists had driven here, but the resort's regular rooms were almost full, and the suites were too expensive. They didn't want to stay separately, so they came together and found our place, which is close to the tourist area, and paid a deposit for three days.
Mom and I were naturally happy to hear this. Mom took Junjun back to their room to shower and rest, telling him that if he rested well, they would look for a school and buy art supplies tomorrow. I also went back to my room to shower, planning to play some games online and then go to sleep.
After showering, I turned on my computer and went to the QQ group to greet my coworkers. After chatting for a while, I was about to play some games when I heard the door open, followed by light footsteps. It must be my mother coming out again. I pushed the door open as well, and sure enough, it was my mother. She went to the counter and told my grandfather to rest. She did the accounting and entered everything into the computer. This is my mother's habit; she does everything very systematically. Every night, she organizes and enters all the miscellaneous items collected from the hotel that day into the computer. This way, at the end of the month, the monthly income is clear at a glance, and she
can then select which goods are profitable and easy to sell, and which are less inquired about.
My mother was wearing a light green sweatshirt and a pair of cute Mickey Mouse slippers. Her hair, still damp from her shower, was loose on her shoulders. As soon as she sat down and saw me coming, she said she would take care of this in a moment and told me to go and do my own thing. I said I had nothing to do, so I sat down next to her. I smelled the faint scent of lotion on my mother's body, flipped through the evening newspaper that my grandfather had left there, looked at the newspaper, then turned to look at my mother, then looked at the newspaper again, then looked at my mother again, and finally rested my right hand on my chin and leaned my elbow on the counter while looking at my mother.
My mother, fresh from her bath, wore little makeup, a few red pimples peeking out from her face. Her fair skin wasn't rough, though the crow's feet around her eyes were more pronounced. But to me, this mature charm was even more captivating. My mother had the typical oval face of many Chinese women, but it was full and rounded, not thin and bony. She was indeed a beautiful woman, but her beauty was gentle and quiet yet lively, not the bright and dazzling allure of Qin Ping. Because the room was warm, her sweatshirt wasn't zipped up,
revealing a white, fitted shirt underneath. Her snow-white neck was clearly visible, and a small mole near her collarbone was even discernible. The tight shirt bulged at her chest, making my mind wander.
My mother lost some money in the game, then turned to look at me. I smiled back at her. She lost some more money and turned back, and I remained staring at her. After a few repetitions, my mother suddenly laughed out loud,
waved her hand in front of my eyes twice, and I, taking advantage of the situation, pretended to bite her hand. She hadn't expected me to be so nimble, and before she could dodge, I gave her a light peck on her ring finger. My mother chuckled helplessly,
raised her hand and gently pushed my forehead, saying, "Go away, you little rascal, always trying to fool your mother." Saying this, she quickly finished the last bit of the accounts, then stretched her arms, twisted her neck a few times, and patted her lower back.
"Mom, let me give you a massage," I said, getting up and standing behind her chair. I placed my hands on her shoulders,
patted them gently twice, and then slowly massaged them with my fingers.
"How is it, Mom? Not bad, right?" I said smugly.
"Seems pretty good. I didn't expect you to be so accurate,"
I said. "Of course! My dad was diagnosed with early-stage lung disease, and his cervical spondylosis flared up too. I accompanied him to a private massage parlor every day for corrective traction, for over 20 days straight. One of the masseuses there could massage from head to toe; he was a licensed physician."
"What, did you learn it secretly?" my mother asked. I didn't need to look to know she was laughing.
"Not exactly secretly. An older masseur told me I could give my dad a simple massage before bed
to help him sleep. He taught me a little. After that, I also secretly learned a bit from other masseuses. There was a foot massager who was blind; I secretly watched him without him noticing, haha."
My mother laughed out loud at my joke. She seemed to enjoy my massage, gently swaying her body as my hands moved and the pressure changed. I massaged from her shoulders to her back, but the chair back blocked most of her back. I suggested to my mother that we go to her room and lie down for a proper massage.
"No, you're tired too. I'll sleep and be refreshed tomorrow. Junjun is asleep, and any noise will make him restless." My mother stood up and shifted her waist.
Before she could finish, I pulled her towards my room. I opened the door, turned on the light, and said to her,
"Is this alright? We won't disturb Junjun. It's still early, and you won't be able to sleep anyway. I'll give you a good massage; you'll definitely sleep well." I pulled my mother to sit on the edge of the bed and gestured for her to lie down. My mother hesitated for a moment before lying down near the edge of the bed. I stood by the bed and began massaging my mother's back and waist, using all the rudimentary knowledge and techniques I had learned in the past 20 days.
From her back to her waist and then to her legs, my hands paused when they passed her rounded buttocks, which were accentuated by her pants, before pressing directly onto the back of her knees, even though I really wanted to knead those alluring buttocks. My mother's buttocks weren't particularly large, but they were quite perky. Her legs trembled slightly as I massaged them, drawing my gaze involuntarily to her full breasts. I moved my hand back to her back, saying, "Mom, your sweatshirt is too thick, why don't you take it off?" My
mother seemed comfortable with the massage and, without hesitation, gently got up, removed her sweatshirt, and lay back down in her fitted white shirt. Standing by the bed, I could clearly see her rounded breasts, slightly spilling out to one side as they touched the bed. I had often wondered about her breast size; now it seemed to be between a B and a C. I adjusted my slightly unsteady breathing and placed my hand on her back again. The white cotton shirt revealed the bra straps on her back. I could clearly feel the warmth of her skin seeping through the shirt. My mother maintains a great figure thanks to her long-term fitness routine and weekly yoga practice. She's fuller than many young girls, yet without any excess fat; her body is firm and elastic,
fleshy and toned – perhaps one of the greatest allurees of a well-maintained, mature, and beautiful woman.
I busied myself diligently, trying not to look at my mother's curvaceous body, and striving to control my surging desires. After a while, I suddenly noticed that my mother's breathing had become heavy and even, her back rising and falling rhythmically. She had fallen into a sweet sleep. A sense of accomplishment and satisfaction welled up within me. I thought, "Let her sleep here for now." I quietly took out a large blanket and covered my mother with it. Her breathing became even deeper; she seemed to be fast asleep. Then I realized this wouldn't do, so I gently turned her body, placing a pillow under her head. Half-asleep, she nudged me and then rolled over to lie on her side. I chuckled and let out a long sigh of relief. I was worried about waking her, but it seemed she really was carrying a strong fragrance today. I tiptoed out the door, went to the living room, and remotely closed the security door, turned off the lights, and then quietly returned. I took off my coat, slipped under the covers, turned off the lights, and lay down next to my mother
, ready to sleep. My mother's gentle breath brushed against my face, and her faint feminine scent filled my nostrils. I felt an indescribable sense of happiness and unconsciously took my mother's hand, which was resting on the pillow, and placed it on my chest. I fell asleep contentedly.
In my hazy sleep, I felt an arm wrap around my chest and around my neck, sometimes tight, sometimes loose.
My consciousness gradually cleared, and I clearly recognized that it was my mother's hand that I had placed on my chest. My mother was sleeping soundly,
her breathing seemed more rapid than when she had just fallen asleep, and her fingers were moving slightly. I wondered if she was dreaming? I turned to face her, but her hand pulled me closer again, my face almost touching hers. Her warm breath brushed against my skin, and I could even feel the warmth of her lips. That heat acted like an aphrodisiac, making me dizzy and lightheaded. My breathing became heavy, and my heart pounded rapidly, I could almost hear it. I desperately tried to control myself, swallowing hard, and finally, unable to resist, I pressed my lips to hers, gently taking a sip of her slightly parted lower lip. Then, using my lower hand for support, I gently sat up and turned my head to kiss her deeply, clumsily trying to savor the sweetness of her lips. My mother's breathing became even more rapid, and I easily sucked on her warm, wet tongue,
which carried a faint minty scent of toothpaste. My nostrils were flaring, and my hand reached up to my mother's round breasts, frantically caressing them through her shirt.
"Ah!" My mother suddenly pushed me away, letting out a cry of surprise, and then sat up in bed. I was completely at a loss, sitting there dumbfounded. In the darkness, we were silent for about ten seconds. Then I heard my mother get out of bed, fumble for the door, and rush out as if fleeing. I let out a long sigh and lay heavily on the bed,
unconsciously touching my lips. The events of the moment felt like an unreal dream, but I was almost certain my mother was dreaming, and most likely dreaming of a man.
I turned on my phone on the bedside table; it showed 1:05 AM…
The next morning, I didn't go out for breakfast for a long time, and my mother didn't wake me as usual. Finally, I opened the door to eat and saw my grandfather and Junjun having breakfast. My mother wasn't there, and my initial tension turned into panic. I hurriedly asked my grandfather where my mother was. My grandfather calmly said that my mother had made breakfast and gone out by car, saying she was going to find an acquaintance to help Junjun find a school, and then she would go to work at the beauty center. Only then did I relax and sit down to eat.
I was a bit absent-minded at work that day and got scolded by the supervisor twice. What puzzled me was that Zhang Yang was even worse today. He didn't do much work, just sat there smoking one cigarette after another, at most giving instructions to the apprentices. When it was time to leave work in the evening, Zhang Yang asked if I wanted to go out for a couple of drinks. I didn't want to go home right away, so we went to a nearby barbecue restaurant together. Before the skewers even arrived, Zhang Yang had already downed a bottle of beer. I asked him what was wrong, if something was bothering him. He slammed the bottle down on the table and said in a low voice after a long pause, "My aunt asked someone to arrange a marriage for my mom, hoping she'd take things a step further. The other person is also a teacher."
"Oh," I nodded. "Did your mom agree?"
"She didn't say on the phone, just that I should come back when I have time. Judging from her tone, she probably agreed."
"Since your aunt agreed, it's fine. You brothers aren't home often, and your aunt is quite lonely. It'll be better if someone's around."
Zhang Yang nodded and said, "It's a good thing, it's a good thing..." He repeated it several times. After the meat skewers were served, he grabbed two and bit into them fiercely, chewing them greedily, as if venting something.
I also had my own worries, so I didn't have much energy to comfort him; I could only drink with him. But I couldn't hold my liquor as well as he did; I only drank three bottles before stopping. He didn't care about me and just kept drinking by himself until he finally got drunk. I helped him back to his place; it wasn't far, so we didn't take a taxi. Along the way, he mumbled something and vomited once. When we got to his place and I helped him upstairs, he continued his drunken ramblings on the stairs:
"Do you like your mom? Your mom is so beautiful, you must like her! Haha, I like my mom, but she doesn't like me..." I paused, and my grip loosened, almost causing him to fall. I quickly supported him as we continued up to the third floor.
After settling Zhang Yang in, I hurried home. I walked slowly; a wind picked up, and it looked like a snowstorm was coming.
It seemed the recent sunny weather was coming to an end. I pulled my coat tighter and pulled up the hood. This reminded me of the day I first arrived here. It's been almost two months already. I came shortly after the Beginning of Winter, and now it's almost the Lesser Cold, and in another month it will be the New Year. Sigh, this time last year, I spent every night by my father's bedside. A whole year has passed. My father is gone, but he gave me a mother, and from the first time I confirmed that she was my mother, I was deeply attracted to her. That feeling completely transcended the familial love a son has for his own child; for my mother, I felt more of a yearning for romantic love. I involuntarily thought of Qin Ze's resolute expression; I couldn't be as resolute as him. Thinking about Zhang Yang's words and state just now,
I suddenly laughed bitterly. If someone walked past me now and saw or heard my laughter, they would be terrified. It would be a laugh squeezed from the depths of my body, an uncontrollable, painful laugh. What's wrong with this world? Why are all the people I know strange—emotionally strange—falling in love with the most inappropriate woman in the world?
The phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. It was my mother.
"Feng'er, where are you? Are you working overtime?"
"I'll be home soon."
When I got home, only my mother was sitting at the counter, staring blankly at the computer. I called out, "Mom." My mother looked at me but quickly looked away, a hint of unease in her expression. Actually, I was even more uneasy than her, all because of what happened last night.
I broke the silence and told my mother that I had eaten and that I would come back to watch the counter after washing up in my room. My mother nodded.
Back at the counter, my mother patted the seat next to her, gesturing for me to sit down. Then, after a moment of hesitation, she said,
"Feng'er, about last night... Mommy's not good. I had a dream, I'm a little confused, I had some... I had some hallucinations." My mother looked embarrassed, but still gave a self-deprecating laugh, smoothing her hair that was falling beside her ear. I nodded and smiled at her. The moment my mother spoke, we both seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, feeling much lighter. Looking at her hair, I suddenly said, "Mom, you don't need to always wear your hair up like that. It's more comfortable and easier to comb. Or you could get it permed sometime, get some waves, it'll definitely look good." Hearing this, my mother looked at her shoulder-length hair and said, "You little brat, what do you know about looking good or not?"
"Of course I know! I just know my mom is a great beauty, she looks good no matter what." As soon as I finished speaking, I dodged the slap I had anticipated. Then
I asked my mother about finding a school for Junjun. My mother said, "It's not hard to find a school, but they're hesitant. They'll all sign a waiver saying that if Junjun has any non-human-caused accidents at school, the school won't be held responsible. That's understandable, but it still makes me a little uneasy. Junjun really wants to go to school and
learn to draw. I'll go look at two more places tomorrow. It seems I'll have to send him there and keep an eye on him." I nodded and said, "Yes, we'll just have to make a few more trips and put in some effort. We can just tell them it's only when Junjun isn't feeling well. I'll go every day at noon when I have time." My mother nodded knowingly.
Two days later, I accompanied my mother to take Junjun to a private kindergarten, two kilometers from home. There were two reasons for choosing this one: first, the principal was very sympathetic after hearing about Junjun's situation and said she would do her best to make the child comfortable;
second, the kindergarten's art education was excellent, with professional children's art teachers. I drove the small truck we had brought in, with my mother sitting in the passenger seat holding Junjun. If it were a normal child, this age would be difficult for a mother to carry, but Junjun was very thin, looking like he was not even 4 years old. Only his head seemed a bit small, which was heartbreaking to see.
The mother became even busier, spending all her time outside of her work hours at the beauty salon visiting Junjun, even reducing her weekly gym and yoga sessions.
About five days later, it was Saturday, but she only had one day off that week, so she went to work. Everything was as usual, sometimes busy, sometimes arguing with her coworkers. Just an hour before she was supposed to leave work, my phone rang. I saw it was Aunt Qin Ping calling. I answered, and sure enough, it was her voice. Aunt Qin's car had broken down at the entrance of the resort. She could only hear the engine, but no matter how much she pressed the accelerator, it wouldn't move. A kind security guard at the resort said it probably wasn't serious and that a mechanic could take a look; there was no need to call a tow truck. However, when the guard called someone, they weren't there; the person had gone out. That's when she suddenly remembered me.
I told her I'd be there soon, then said goodbye to the team leader, grabbed a small toolbox, and headed out. I hailed a taxi and headed for the resort. Winter nights come early in Northeast China; it was already quite dark before 5 pm, and all the cars on the road had their headlights on.
Aunt Qin's SUV had already been pushed to the side of the road by several security guards at the resort entrance to avoid blocking it;
judging by the direction the car was facing, it was heading inwards. After saying goodbye to Aunt Qin, I opened the hood and had her start the car. I checked it carefully, and sure enough, the problem wasn't serious—a small belt was about to break, so it was very loose, preventing power transmission and making the car unable to move no matter how much I accelerated.
I called Xiao Wu, who was also working overtime, and asked him to bring me a belt. Xiao Wu readily agreed, but when the person who delivered the belt arrived, I saw it was the youngest apprentice in the factory, riding a beat-up motorcycle.
I smiled helplessly, thanked him, took the belt, and told him to wait for me so we could go back together. The belt was quickly replaced,
and the car started normally. At this moment, Aunt Qin took out 200 yuan and handed it to the young man. I quickly said that the money he had was mine, and that the belt was worth less than 60 yuan. Aunt Qin said that the rest was for the boy,
and that he should go back first, as he was freezing. She said she would take me to eat. I smiled, took the money, and put it in the young man's pocket, whispering to him, "Give the landlady 60 yuan when you get back, keep the remaining 40 yuan for yourself, and use the 100 yuan to have a meal with the rest of the brothers." The young man was naturally happy to hear this, took the money, got on his motorcycle, and drove off. Aunt Qin then asked me to get on her motorcycle, and took me back to the resort hotel.
It was the same suite, but I didn't see Qin Ze, so I asked Aunt Qin where he was. Aunt Qin said a little disappointedly that he had taken a plane back to Japan at noon today because his manager and his father had moved up the date of his art exhibition,
forcing him to return to China early. She had just gone to the city to see her son Qin Ze off at the airport, then took care of some personal matters and came back. Her client was arriving tomorrow, so she had to come back to wait.
Aunt Qin brought the hotel's electric scooter up in a few minutes. Then she pointed towards the bathroom and said,
"You should take a shower first, and then you'll be here for dinner. Oh, and call your mother and tell her you're here, and you'll go back after dinner." She then went to the inner room of the suite, presumably to take a shower as well. I smelled gasoline on my hands, which I had picked up while repairing the car earlier. I went into the bathroom, called my mother to tell her about my situation, and then quickly stripped naked, took a quick shower under the showerhead, mainly washing my hair, and then started getting dressed. I had just put on my underwear, and was halfway up my bra when I heard two screams in quick succession. It sounded like Aunt Qin's voice! I quickly realized the sound was coming from the inner room of the apartment. I hurriedly finished putting on my bra and ran to the inner bedroom. The door wasn't locked. I pushed it open, but no one was there. I looked towards the bathroom; the semi-transparent frosted glass was covered in water droplets. I called out "Aunt Qin, " but there was no answer. I hesitated for a moment, then quickly went over and pushed open the bathroom door. I was immediately startled.
The bathroom was steamy. A handheld showerhead was hanging upside down in the corner, still spraying water. Aunt Qin was lying naked against the wall, her head and half her back against it. The nail on her left middle finger was half-open, and water mixed with the nail, slowly trickling down to the drain. She looked unconscious. I couldn't worry about anything else right now. I rushed over and lifted Aunt Qin's head, calling out softly. I checked her nose; her breath was still warm, so she must have just fainted. There were no injuries on her head, so it didn't look like a collision. How could she have fainted? I didn't care about anything else. I covered Aunt Qin's snow-white, damp body with a white bathrobe that was hanging to the side, then carefully lifted her and laid her flat on the bed in the bedroom. I was a little flustered, wondering whether to call 120 or my mother first, when I heard Aunt Qin speak. She was...
"There's a first-aid kit in that white bag in the living room. Qin Ze prepared it... Then quickly clean my hands and put it on, just don't let me see any blood. I... I'm fainting from blood." Aunt Qin gasped for breath, her eyes tightly closed, looking very weak.
I finally understood why she had fainted. It turned out she had blood syncope. I had only heard of this strange condition before, but this was the first time I had seen someone with it. I quickly went to the outer living room, found the travel bag, took out a small first-aid kit marked with a red cross, and returned to the inner bedroom. I opened the small box and took out disinfectant to wipe Aunt Qin's bleeding hand. Luckily, only half of her nail was torn off. I trimmed it with small scissors,
cleaned it with disinfectant, wrapped it with gauze, and then, just in case, applied a medicated bandage over it. After finishing,
I breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at Aunt Qin's face. She was instinctively tilting her head to the side,
her brows furrowed, her mouth tightly shut, and even her uninjured hand was gripping the sheet tightly. Just as I looked away, I saw Aunt Qin's right breast, completely exposed. Because she was too nervous to move, her outstretched hand had pulled the bathrobe covering her diagonally downwards, completely exposing her previously half-exposed breast. I hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but focus my gaze there. It was a snow-white, full breast, only slightly sagging, with a dark red nipple slightly turned to one side. Although I had seen Aunt Qin's body completely in the bathroom earlier, even clearly seeing a mysterious tuft of black hair in her lower triangle area, I had only glanced at it and hadn't paid much attention. My face flushed, and my gaze involuntarily drifted to other parts of Aunt Qin's body. Her fair, firm waist and full buttocks were exposed, and a few pubic hairs were faintly visible in the most private part below her slightly protruding abdomen. A full, rounded thigh was fully revealed.
I was instantly frozen in place, kneeling on the bed, still holding Aunt Qin's bandaged hand, unable to move. My heart pounded, my breathing became heavier, and my lower body, clad only in underwear, was already erect. I put down Aunt Qin's hand and, as if possessed, slowly reached for her fair breast.
"Are you done?" Aunt Qin suddenly spoke, her voice sounding much better. I was startled and withdrew my "devilish hand."
"Okay...okay. Aunt Qin, should we go to the hospital to get checked out?" I asked, a little flustered.
"No need, it's so late, don't bother me. Besides, I just fainted from blood, it's nothing serious in my hand, I'll be fine after lying down for a while. I've had fainting spells like this before. It's gotten better in the last two years. Go tidy up and take away everything with blood on it!" Aunt Qin still kept her head turned away and didn't open her eyes, but her complexion had
returned to normal, and her brows had relaxed. I agreed and started tidying up. I cleaned up all the cotton swabs with blood on them, closed the first-aid kit, and put it back. But there was one thing that troubled me: the bathrobe covering Aunt Qin was also stained with blood. When I carried her over, she had her hands on the bathrobe, afraid of getting blood on the bed.
"Aunt Qin...there's still some here, should I change it too?"
"Hurry up and clean it all up, I'm a little dizzy, just make sure there's no blood in the room." She said anxiously with her eyes closed. I wasn't sure if she knew what I was referring to.
I grabbed a blanket, quickly tore off the blood-stained bathrobe, and shoved it over Aunt Qin's body. Then I crumpled the bathrobe into a ball and stuffed it into the trash can in the outer room.
When I returned, I saw Aunt Qin with her right hand on her forehead and her eyes slightly closed. In my haste, the blanket only reached below her breasts, one half-covering, the other completely exposed. I hesitated for a moment, then reached down to pull the blanket up a bit. But in my distraction, I lost my aim and my wrist, which touched the edge of the blanket, ended up pressed against her fleshy, firm breast. Aunt Qin, who had almost recovered, seemed to sense something was wrong and said urgently, "What are you doing?" Her uninjured hand reached out in a panic, intending to grab mine, but instead pressed my hand against her chest. Instantly, a soft, wet, slippery sensation filled my senses, my blood rushed, and my head throbbed. I lost control, my hands kneading her ample breasts. I pounced on her, yanking off the blanket, revealing her snow-white, voluptuous, and alluring body under the bright light. Aunt Qin reacted quickly, immediately using her uninjured right hand to push my head away. I frantically kissed her neck, then lowered my head to her left breast, sucking greedily. My hand, which had been kneading one breast, moved down to knead her full buttocks.
"Xiao Feng, let go!" Aunt Qin struggled, pushing my head away while trying to free her injured left hand from my grasp. Her writhing body rubbed against my chest and thighs, intensifying my desire. I was like a caged beast, just released from its cage, tearing at its prey, my mouth and nose blazing with lust. "Let go, Xiaofeng, I'm your aunt... Ah, let go...
" My hand had already impatiently reached for the mysterious center of her body. Having had half a sexual experience and watched countless pornographic films, I was not entirely unfamiliar with this mysterious mons pubis. My middle finger smoothly parted the labia hidden under the pubic hair. The slightly moist labia were dizzying. I instinctively and gently stroked there.
Aunt Qin's voice had a sobbing tone. Her snow-white and round thighs kicked incessantly, and her hand began to pat my head. My middle finger detected that moist passage and unceremoniously explored it. At this point, Aunt Qin loosened her grip on my hand, and then said to me in a trembling voice, "Xiaofeng, I know you're a good child. Please don't do this. How can you do this to your mother? I'm your mother's best sister in this world..."
Six
"My mother?" I was suddenly stunned and stopped moving. As if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on me, I instantly sobered up and slowly got up and knelt on the bed. Aunt Qin pulled the blanket over herself and sat up.
I raised my hand and slapped myself hard, tears streaming down my face. I knelt on the bed, too ashamed to face Aunt Qin, and said with deep remorse, "Aunt Qin, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have done that. Why don't you hit me..."
…Aunt Qin's eyes were also filled with tears of grievance. Suddenly, she raised her hand and slapped my head hard twice.
Then she hugged my head and sobbed, "You child, you're just like Ze'er." She slapped my back heavily. I hesitated for a moment and then reached out and hugged her back, my forehead still pressed against her chest. Half of her alluring roundness was still exposed outside the blanket. The faint scent of a woman wafted into my nostrils. That scent was like a catalyst, reigniting the desire that had just subsided in my heart. My arms around Aunt Qin's waist tightened involuntarily, and I started panting again.
Aunt Qin sobbed for a while, venting her grievances, and slowly released her arms, pushing my head away to look at me. I looked at her, panting heavily. Her alluring red lips were so close. I suddenly leaned over and
kissed her warm, moist lips forcefully. Aunt Qin struggled and shook her head a couple of times before stopping, letting me kiss
her. Her arms, which had been hanging limply, gradually rose again and wrapped around my shoulders, the blanket slipping down onto her kneeling legs.
My left hand once again touched the high point of her chest, greedily possessing her firm and alluring breasts, sometimes gently touching her slightly erect nipples, sometimes grasping and kneading them in my hand, using all the sexual techniques I had seen in AVs. My lips parted from Aunt Qin's lips and kissed her snow-white neck, I could clearly hear her breathing gradually becoming heavier. I laid her down on the bed, my mouth once again taking her sweet breasts into my mouth,
sucking on their tempting smoothness and fragrance. My hand also wandered up and down before finally exploring the depths of her secret forest,
noticeably more slippery than before, the wet saliva coating my middle finger, making it easier for it to slip into that secret passage. Aunt Qin let out a soft moan and twisted her body slightly. I eagerly lowered my head, and just as I was about to bring my mouth close to that dense forest, Aunt Qin suddenly grabbed my hair and whispered, "No,
not there..." I looked up at her face, and she shook her head at me. I knelt up, panting, and took off my underwear. My thick, hard penis stood erect. I bent down and placed my crotch between Aunt Qin's legs. I couldn't hold back any longer; I wanted to penetrate her and demand greater pleasure. I guided my stiff penis between the slightly wet, slippery labia beneath her pubic hair, probing and thrusting. Once, twice, and on the third time, I found the right direction. A warm, moist sensation invaded my sensitive glans, and finally, it was inside! I thrust my hips impatiently, pushing the flesh in, breaking through the slippery walls of the secret passage, and I thrust all the way in!
"Ah!...Mmm," Aunt Qin moaned, her breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing.
I pulled my hips back, withdrew my penis, and then thrust it back into Aunt Qin's body. I repeated this several times, and Aunt Qin's moans grew louder. I lowered my body and lay on her chest, kissing her snow-white skin, my lower body thrusting in and out relentlessly.
The thrusting lacked technique; it relied entirely on my youthful hardness and length, and the excitement of my first sexual experience,
forcefully pushing and withdrawing my penis from her vagina. Aunt Qin's legs gradually wrapped around my waist, her breasts receiving the rhythmic slapping of my hips.
After only a hundred or so thrusts, I felt the pleasure emanating from our joined bodies rapidly increasing. Aunt Qin's face flushed, her lips slightly parted, breathing rapidly, emitting seductive moans with the rhythm of my thrusts. As the pleasure intensified, my thrusting speed increased. Just then, I heard the doorbell ring. I stopped and looked at Aunt Qin. Aunt Qin gently patted my back and whispered, "Delivery girl... ah..." Before she could finish speaking, I pulled my penis out as far as I could, then thrust it back in with all my might the moment the head was out of her vagina, lubricated by her love juices, and began to pump wildly. Aunt Qin hugged my shoulders, leaned back slightly, and whispered, "Be gentle...
ah!"
The doorbell was still ringing. I continued to pump rapidly while calling out to the outside, "Just a moment!"
"Stop... don't ejaculate inside..." Aunt Qin realized something and said to me.
"Ah!" I involuntarily cried out. I couldn't control myself anymore. Aunt Qin's words were too late.
A wave of tingling sensation followed by a powerful tremor in my lower body caused me to ejaculate like a jet, a stream of semen shooting into Aunt Qin's body. I lay panting on top of Aunt Qin. Aunt Qin patted my bottom and whispered in my ear, "Aren't you going to open the door?"
I jumped out of bed, rushed to the outer room without even putting on my underwear, quickly put on my fleece pants, trousers, and coat, tidied my hair, wiped my face to calm myself, and then opened the door. A waiter in uniform was standing at the entrance pushing a food cart. I stepped aside to let him push the cart in, and then gestured for him to leave.
After the waiter left, Aunt Qin came out from the inner room wearing a plaid nightgown. Seeing me sit down to eat, she suddenly said to me, "Don't eat yet, go buy me some medicine!"
"Medicine? What medicine? I've already put medicine on your hand. Should we go to the hospital?" I said, startled.
A hint of embarrassment appeared on Aunt Qin's face. She said, "Oh dear, you brat, you don't understand anything. It's all because of what you just did. I'll let you drive my car to the pharmacy to buy that...that kind of emergency contraception!"
"Ah? I know...I know!" I suddenly realized, quickly grabbed my car keys, and rushed out the door.
I drove quickly out of the tourist area, looking left and right for a pharmacy. Luckily, there was a 24-hour pharmacy not far away. I parked, went inside, and told the clerk what the medication was for. The clerk recommended two types, and I grabbed the more expensive one, paid, and left. As I turned to go back, I suddenly saw a conspicuous sign across the street that read: "Contraceptives." I hesitated for a moment, got out of the car, and ran across the street. I went into the contraceptive shop. Inside, besides the counter, the walls were covered with posters, each depicting scantily clad men and women in various seductive poses. Only one person was sitting at the counter, a bald, middle-aged man watching television. I said I wanted to buy condoms. The bald man got up and took out three boxes from the counter, pointing to each one and asking which size I wanted: small, medium, and large. I said large, asked the price, paid, and was about to leave
when he suddenly said, "Do you want one with better functions?" He then took out another box and said,
"This one comes with granules; it's good for women, and it also reduces sensitivity in men and has a delaying effect." I looked at it, asked the price, and noticed that the package contained half the amount of the regular one, but the price was the same, meaning the unit price was half again as high. I bought it anyway.
On the drive home, I called my mother, lying that I had to work the night shift and would sleep at the factory that night. My mother asked me with concern if I had eaten, and I said I had, eating at a small restaurant with my coworkers. My
mother told me to be careful at work before hanging up. It was just past midnight when I returned to the bar room. Aunt Qin was sitting there waiting for me, but judging from the food on the food cart, she must have eaten some. I gave her the medicine,
and she took it, telling me to eat something and go home before going to the inner room. I quickly washed my face in the bathroom and started eating. The hotel food was pretty good, and I enjoyed it. I called out to Aunt Qin,
asking how much she had eaten and why she had stopped. Aunt Qin said she didn't have much of an appetite and that a little was enough.
After I finished eating, I used the landline in my room to call the hotel service department to have them clean up. A moment later, the waiter who had delivered the food came and took the cart away. Aunt Qin didn't come out during this time, and I didn't leave either. Instead, I went to the bathroom and found some disposable toothbrushes to brush my teeth. Then I opened the door to the inner room, but
Aunt Qin wasn't in the room. I figured she was in the bathroom again. I listened carefully, but there was no sound from inside, so she must be taking a bath. I suddenly remembered that my underwear was still on the bed. I found it, quickly took off my pants, and put my underwear on
. I've worn these things for over ten years; it feels so strange not to wear them. Just as I was about to put on my pants, I heard the sound of water in the bathroom.
I looked over there, and although I couldn't see clearly through the frosted glass, I could roughly make out a human figure. It was Aunt Qin getting out of the bathtub and drying herself.
"Xiaofeng? You haven't left yet. Go home quickly, don't let your mother worry." Aunt Qin only realized I was in the room when she heard the sound of my trouser belt hitting the floor.
Looking at Aunt Qin's hazy figure in the bathroom, I thought of the ecstatic scene of pressing myself against her snow-white and alluring body on this big bed, and the fact that I had impulsively run to buy condoms earlier. My thoughts were in turmoil again, and my lower body, which had just put on my underwear, pitched a tent again. I hesitated for a moment, then pulled down the trousers that were already on one leg and threw them on the side of the bed before heading to the bathroom. Pushing open the bathroom door, I saw Qin putting on black underwear. Aunt Qin looked up and was startled when she saw me come in. She put down the second pair of underwear she had just put on, almost losing her balance.
"You..." Before Aunt Qin could finish speaking, I hugged her. My left arm tightly encircled her slightly plump waist, my right arm wrapped around her back, and my lips kissed her neck.
"No, let go quickly. Otherwise, Auntie will really be angry." Aunt Qin pushed my arm away.
"Auntie, I just love you! I want more, please give me one more time." I gasped as I spoke to Aunt Qin.
"I know you want it too, wasn't it good just now?" I kissed her lips.
Aunt Qin turned her head to the side, and I kissed her chin, but quickly followed and sealed her lips with mine. Aunt Qin struggled for a few moments and then stopped, and as my hands occupied her breasts and buttocks, her sensitive spots, she began to respond to my kisses. We breathed heavily as we sought the most primal pleasure between a man and a woman on each other's bodies...
After a passionate foreplay, I leaned Aunt Qin against the bathroom wall, lifted one of her plump, white thighs and placed it between my legs, gently guiding my penis towards her wet and unbearable flower path again. With a soft moan from her, I thrust in and then pumped in a few times with force. Aunt Qin, panting, held my back tightly with one hand and pressed her other hand on my hip, whispering in my ear, "Slow down, take it easy." She gently pressed my hip
as she thrust in, then gently pushed my hip outward with her hand, withdrawing my erect penis from her vagina. She repeated this several times,
following the rhythm of her hand movements, gradually understanding her meaning, thrusting in and out with varying pressure and depth. Aunt Qin's hand, which had been on my hip, now gripped my shoulder firmly, enduring my initial, inexperienced thrusts. Hearing her uncontrollable moans, I felt an indescribable pleasure and sense of accomplishment, constantly changing the rhythm and force of my thrusts.
This position was too strenuous, so I picked Aunt Qin up and carried her out of the bathroom, placing her on the edge of the bed, firmly holding her waist and hips as I stood and began to thrust. I could clearly see my erect penis moving in and out of Aunt Qin's dark red labia, a tuft of black pubic hair between them, and a trickle of love juice seeping from the depths of her vagina with each thrust. The pleasure surged again, and I uncontrollably increased the speed of my thrusts. Aunt Qin then shifted her body, grabbed my hand, and gestured for me to slow down. She then moved further into the bed, temporarily separating our bodies. I saw that my swollen penis was covered in slippery fluid, glistening slightly under the light. I
remembered the condoms I had bought. I picked up my trousers, which were still on the floor, took out two boxes, tossed one onto the bedside table, and quickly took out the plain-packaged one, putting it on my penis.
Aunt Qin, seeing that I was prepared, first stared at me with wide eyes. After I finished putting on the condom, she couldn't help but laugh.
As I climbed onto the bed and leaned over her, intending to enter her again, she whispered in my ear, "You little rascal, put on another one!"
I was stunned, confused. Aunt Qin, somewhat embarrassed, whispered to me, "The condom is too crooked,
it'll tear easily, silly." I immediately understood. After I understood, I took off the condom and threw it on the floor,
then took out a new one and put it on again. Only then did I lean down and press myself against Aunt Qin again. First, I gently sucked and nibbled at her erect nipples, while one hand rubbed her plump buttocks, then wandered along her full thighs. Finally, I stood up and lifted her two white, tender legs onto my shoulders, kneeling on top of her, using my hands to adjust the position of my penis before inserting it into her body again.
I placed my hands on Aunt Qin's plump buttocks and thrust a few times before slowly lowering my body. Her legs, hoisted onto my shoulders, tilted forward, her buttocks gradually rising until her honey-scented opening was fully exposed upwards. I straightened my back and, like doing push-ups, thrust deeply and gently withdrew.
My pubic bone slapped against her buttocks, making a crisp sound, and I could hear the wet sounds of my penis entering and exiting her vagina. I thrust in and out at a measured pace, each time going all the way in. Aunt Qin moaned with pleasure, her hands gripping the bed tightly, her injured hand constantly fidgeting with the sheets. I suddenly increased the pace, the sounds of flesh colliding incessant, my increasingly erect penis like a drill rod drilling into the slippery, watery wellhead. After dozens of thrusts, Aunt Qin's pleasure and desire were further aroused, and her uncontrollable moans grew louder than usual. I lowered her legs, straddled her, supported myself with my elbows, and wrapped my arms around her from below. I plunged my penis deep into her, twisting my hips a few times before thrusting rhythmically. Aunt Qin began to move her hips incessantly to meet my thrusts, her breathing and moans becoming more rapid,
her head tilting back repeatedly. All of this fueled my lust, and I involuntarily increased the speed of my thrusts.
"Ah...ah...um..." Aunt Qin's moans suddenly grew louder, then abruptly subsided. I felt a violent spasm in her lower body, her vaginal walls sucking and biting my penis like a mouth. This was too much for me, who was already nearing my peak of pleasure. After a couple of quick thrusts, I let out a low cry and ejaculated…
After her orgasm, Aunt Qin breathed heavily, patted my buttocks, and pushed me off. After cleaning up the "battlefield," I lay beside her, looking at her, smoothing the stray hairs from her face, kissing her shoulder, and tilting my head to the side. Aunt Qin reached out and patted my head, whispering, "What if your mother finds out? I can't imagine how I'll face her." I said, "So what if she knows? We're all adults!" Aunt Qin sighed and said, "You kids are just too opinionated. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. Qin Ze is the same." I looked up at her and asked, "Has Qin Ze said anything to you?" "What did he say?"
"He likes you! He wants everything about you." Aunt Qin wasn't surprised at all, but turned to face me and said, "What do you kids like about us old women?" "What do you mean by old women?
Even if we were, we'd still like you." "What's the use of liking someone? It's impossible for us." "Whether it's possible or not depends on yourself. Aunt Qin, have you and Qin Ze ever... like us?" Aunt Qin touched my face and patted it, saying, "No. He's still my son." Then she got up and went to the bathroom. I lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, wondering what my mother was doing at home. She was probably organizing the accounts. I felt a little tired; even making love is physically demanding. I pulled the large blanket from the head of the bed and haphazardly covered myself. I wanted to sleep. When
I
opened my eyes again, it was pitch black, with only a sliver of moonlight filtering through the curtains. I picked up Qin's phone from the bedside table, turned it on, and checked the time: 3:30 AM. I turned over; Aunt Qin wasn't in bed. I thought for a moment, then jumped out of bed and pushed open the door to the other bedroom. In the dim light, I could make out that Qin was sleeping there. I breathed a sigh of relief and then retreated. After lying back down, the passionate moments of last night began to replay in my mind. Aunt Qin's fair and voluptuous body, her swaying waist, and her seductive moans were vivid in my mind. My naked lower body became erect again. I tossed and turned a few times but couldn't fall asleep, so I reached for the headlamp and turned it on. I saw the box of supposedly better quality condoms on the bedside table. I couldn't help but open it, take one, and, with a hint of interest, put it on my penis. Gently stroking my newly awakened genitals, I noticed soft yet elastic bumps on the surface of the condom, like tiny buds sprouting on the skin. I'd often heard people jokingly refer to sex as "a second time," but even as a novice, I felt a desire for a third. I got out of bed again and went to Aunt Qin's bedroom.
In the dim light, I could make out that Aunt Qin was lying on her side with her back to the bedroom door, the soft, close-fitting blanket outlining the curves of her female body. I stood by the bed for a while, then gently climbed onto it, lifted the corner of the blanket, and slipped inside, lying close to Aunt Qin's back. I inhaled her faint fragrance of hair, lightly kissed the back of her neck, and
tentatively lifted her silk nightgown, caressing her alluring thighs with one hand. After lingering briefly on her slightly protruding belly, I moved on to her breasts, quickly taking them over the moment she woke up. She wasn't wearing a bra, a common practice—sleeping in pajamas without one, freeing the breasts at night, supposedly for health reasons.
Aunt Qin raised her hand and pressed it against her breast through her nightgown, dodging my kisses, and whispered,
"Xiao Feng, you're doing it again..." I didn't answer, but responded with actions, vigorously kneading her breasts, kissing her shoulders, neck, and behind her ears. Gradually, her hand loosened its grip. I began to caress her more passionately, releasing Feng's hand and moving it down from behind her buttocks, kneading her thighs through her panties. My other hand slipped under her nightgown, once again taking possession of her breasts. Aunt Qin's breathing grew heavier, turning into low panting. When I slipped my hand under her panties, directly touching that wet, hot pubic area, she finally couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" This soft sound excited me even more. My fingers gently parted her labia, lightly teasing her engorged clitoris,
giving me the most direct and tangible touch to the most sensitive spot a woman had ever seen in AVs.
"Mmm...mmm...ah...ha..."
The slippery fluids soaked my fingers, staining her pubic hair; that dense forest of desire had become a rainforest. I pulled off Aunt Qin's panties and threw them off the bed, then propped myself up on my elbows, pressing my body against Aunt Qin's mature and alluring back, my penis, encased in an "upgraded" condom, pressed against her plump buttocks. I knew my greatest weapon was this young, strong penis, far more lethal than any skillful caress! I straightened my throbbing member, adjusting the angle of my buttocks. My intuition told me that the thick, swollen glans had already broken through the wet flesh and was pressing against the entrance of her vagina. I thrust forward with my hips, the glans breaking through the entrance. Just as Aunt Qin's soft moan had ended, I thrust again, the entire penis plunging into that hole of desire, my pubic bone pressed tightly against her soft buttocks. Aunt Qin's breasts trembled slightly, and she let out a long moan, "Ah!"
I paused briefly, savoring the warm, wet sensation within her honeyed depths, while simultaneously bending my sideways leg against Aunt Qin's equally sideways legs, making my buttocks appear even more prominent. Then, I used my upper hand to support Aunt Qin's ample waist, pulled my hips in, and withdrew my penis. Just as it was about to slip out of her vagina, I thrust it in again like a piston,
my hips slapping heavily against her buttocks with a clear sound
. I repeated this process, thrusting in and out more than ten times to satisfy my pent-up lust. Afterward, I pressed my body against Aunt Qin's back, my hands caressing her body, my lower body varying the rhythm of my thrusts. Aunt Qin's moans were more unrestrained than the previous two times, no longer feeling suppressed, and her ample buttocks moved in rhythm with my penetration.
After thrusting into Aunt Qin from behind for a while, our desires and body temperatures rose, and we were both sweating. We were no longer satisfied with the slow, gentle thrusting. I sat up, pulled Aunt Qin up, and straddled her legs, inserting my penis. Aunt Qin wrapped her arms around my shoulders and back, while I lifted her ample buttocks, making her move up and down. The sounds of flesh colliding, accompanied by heavy breathing and moans, filled the room…
When I woke up again, the sun was high in the sky. I sat up abruptly to find my clothes, but then suddenly remembered that it was Sunday and
I could take a day off, so I lay back down on the bed.
Aunt Qin wasn't in the room. The curtains were half-open. I got up, looking for clothes while checking the other rooms, but there was no sign of her. When I returned to the room where I had slept, I found a folded A4 sheet of paper under a ballpoint pen on the bedside table. I picked up the paper and found 200 yuan under it,
which puzzled me. I had no choice but to unfold the paper and read what was written on it.
"Xiaofeng, before last night, you were a very sensible child in my eyes. I was happy for your mother to have her son back. Your mother and I are best friends, and you are like my own nephew. I never imagined that I would sleep with my own nephew, and that things would get out of control. It's such a shameful thing.
When I woke up this morning and saw you sleeping in my arms, the first thing I thought of was my son, Qin Ze. Just a few days ago, he also mischievously sneaked into my room in the middle of the night and fell asleep in my arms, and almost lost control and did something incredibly embarrassing. Last night you also asked about us, and you revealed your feelings.
I think we just see each other as substitutes, and I..." The only explanation is that I was so easily seduced by you. So let's end this unnecessary relationship and let last night remain a secret forever! When we meet again, you'll still be my nephew, and I'll still be your aunt! If you do anything inappropriate again, I'll be very angry. Not only will we have a big falling out, but it will also greatly affect my relationship with your mother—
you should understand that.
You can't fool your aunt; before last night, you were still a virgin. A virgin's first time should be with their first love,
but you gave it to someone like me, almost an old woman. According to the customs of some places in the south, this is a red envelope for young boys; otherwise, it will be unlucky for their future relationships. So, I'm leaving you an even number, 2.
"Keep this 00 yuan. Auntie won't keep any more for you, otherwise the meaning will be different. You're smart enough to understand my intention.
I'm meeting a friend at a coffee shop to discuss something, and then I'll say goodbye to your mother. I paid for the hotel room this afternoon; you can leave at noon.
Aunt: Qin Ping."
I put away Aunt Qin's note, went into the bathroom, threw it into the toilet, and flushed. The crumpled A4
paper swirled a few times with the water flow before being flushed down the drain. I exhaled in front of the mirror, tried to smile, and then washed up, preparing to leave.
The Spring Festival arrived as scheduled. The auto repair shop implemented a rotating shift system, with double pay for overtime. I chose to rest from New Year's Eve to the first day of the Lunar New Year and return to work on the fifth. Zhang Yang, without hesitation, requested to work from New Year's Eve and not go home, which
naturally pleased the boss. I just felt something was off about him. Zhang Yang wasn't from the area and could only go home once a year. He finally had a holiday for the Spring Festival, and logically he could have taken a few more days off without his boss complaining, but he didn't want to go home. I asked Zhang Yang privately what was wrong, and he just said he didn't want to go home. I told him to come home for the New Year after work, but he said he didn't want to go anywhere. I could tell he had something on his mind and didn't want to talk to anyone, so I didn't ask any more questions.
The Spring Festival in Northeast China seems to have a stronger festive atmosphere than in the South. Starting from the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, you can hear the constant crackling of firecrackers every day, a feeling I've never experienced in southern cities where firecrackers are prohibited in urban areas. Every day at mealtime, I would take Junjun to the street outside to set off a few firecrackers. Junjun would cover his ears, watching the firecrackers fly into the sky, flash a little light, and then explode with a deafening sound, jumping and shouting excitedly, but he listened to his mother and didn't dare to set them off himself. My mother took Junjun and me to buy new clothes, saying it was a Northeastern Chinese New Year tradition to wear new clothes and socks on the morning of New Year's Eve, and the socks had to be red. On
New Year's Eve, I wore my new clothes and socks and prepared the New Year's Eve dinner with my mother. My grandfather, on the other hand, was drawing with Junjun.
Junjun had become much more cheerful since starting kindergarten, and he studied more diligently, especially in his favorite art class, where
he always received praise from his teacher. He would draw non-stop every day after school until my mother told him to rest. He did feel unwell and had to rest for a few days during that time, which worried my mother greatly, and she kept communicating with doctors to find a suitable kidney donor.
After a hearty dinner, Grandpa coaxed Junjun to watch TV while Mom prepared dumplings for lunch. Although she said she could manage by herself, I still helped her, insisting on learning how to make dumplings. She couldn't resist my pleading and had to teach me as she made them. I was slow and my dumplings looked terrible, making Mom laugh and cry, and I even ruined a few wrappers. Mom kept laughing, her sweet smile captivating me. I noticed some flour on her face and tried to wipe it off, forgetting that my own hands were also covered in flour. The more I
wiped, the more flour appeared. Mom brushed my hand away, saying I was making things worse. I said I had a way to clean it, and before she could react, I kissed her flour-stained face repeatedly, saying it was clean now. Mom couldn't avoid it, and a hint of shyness appeared on her face… It took over an hour and a half to finally finish making dumplings for the whole family.
The Spring Festival Gala on TV was becoming increasingly uninspired. As some people say, those who still watch it on TV are mostly over 50. But even for them, watching it is just a routine, like an old couple making love once a month—it's long lost its novelty and excitement. Junjun fell asleep on the sofa in his grandfather's room. His grandfather covered him with a blanket, turned off the TV, and went to his mother's master bedroom to continue watching. I sat at the counter, browsing the computer and exchanging New Year's greetings with netizens. Suddenly, I heard my grandfather laughing loudly. Curious, I got up to see what he was laughing at, but I was a little disappointed. It was all the same old jokes that had been circulating online for ages. It was truly a first for my grandfather. I realized my mother wasn't there, so I asked him where she was. He seemed to have heard me say she went upstairs and told me to turn on all the lights. Even though there were no guests staying during the New Year, the lights still had to be on. I lit my lamp and went upstairs.
Because it was the Spring Festival, even though there were no guests, all the lights were on. The door to the largest guest room opened, and I quietly walked to the door and peeked inside. My mother was sitting on a bed near the window, looking out at the night. I went in and sat down beside her. My mother asked why I wasn't watching TV, and I said there wasn't anything interesting to watch, so it was better to talk to her. My mother smiled and reached out to smooth the hair on my forehead. I leaned my head on her shoulder, wrapped my arms around her waist, and hugged her tightly.
"Mom, are you worried about Junjun?" I asked my mother softly, noticing that she had something on her mind.
"The doctor said that the sooner we find a kidney donor for Junjun's surgery, the better. If we don't have the surgery this year, we might miss the best time, and his condition might worsen." My mother's body trembled slightly
. I looked at my mother; her face held a faint worry that broke my heart. I released my arms from her waist, sat up straight, and then gently placed my mother's head on my shoulder. "Mom, you must be very tired.
If anything happens, just tell me. I'm the man of the house."
My mother smiled with a hint of relief, then leaned against my shoulder contentedly, quietly resting her head. She was truly tired, emotionally exhausted. I pulled the folded blankets behind me and then pulled my mother down to lie on the covers with me, cradling her head in my arms. We lay there quietly. For the past two years, her nerves had been constantly on edge,
never relaxing. She appeared radiant on the surface, but inside she was exhausted and tormented. A frail woman, needing a broad shoulder to lean on most, had to bear it all alone. I wanted her to relax and rest during the New Year.
"Mom, get some sleep," I said, resting my chin on the top of her head, letting her lean against me.
Her breathing deepened; she had fallen asleep. Her even breaths gently brushed against my neck, conveying a soft warmth—harmonious and comforting. At that moment, a feeling of happiness welled up within me, and I wished I could sleep like this forever…
The sound of fireworks outside the window woke me from my drowsy state. I opened my eyes and saw my mother awake, looking up at me with eyes full of love. Our eyes met, and as we looked at each other, a strange feeling gradually crept into our gazes. A hint of shyness appeared in my mother's eyes as she began to avoid my increasingly intense gaze. My arms tightened around her involuntarily, my breathing became heavy, and my heart began to race. As I held her close, I felt her heartbeat quicken as well. We felt each other's breath and heartbeat, and a surge of passion rose within us.
Finally, I lowered my head and kissed her forehead, then her eyes, then her cheek, and finally her lips. Her arms struggled slightly as I kissed hers, but I held her tightly, preventing her from moving. The moment our lips met,
we felt each other's heavy breathing more acutely. I carefully but passionately kissed her lips, easily parting her teeth with my tongue and sucking on her little tongue. My mother finally responded to my kiss, her passion growing even stronger. We were like parched land suddenly bathed in rain, intensely receiving and demanding.
I was no longer satisfied with just embracing my mother; I rolled over slightly, pressing her upper body beneath me. My lips kissed her ear and neck, while my hands slipped under her sweater. She was wearing a white undershirt, and through the thin fabric, my hands gently caressed her long-desired breasts. Her breasts weren't large, but they were too big to cover entirely with one hand. My hot, dry lips covered her panting, alluring lips again, while my hands moved down to her waist, trying to pull the hem of her undershirt out of her skinny jeans. Just as I had pulled the hem out and my hand was inside her abdomen, a loud firecracker went off outside, followed by an explosion. My mother suddenly clutched the hem of her shirt.
"Feng'er, no! We can't do this!" she cried, pushing me away abruptly and sitting up in bed.
She was panting nervously, smoothed her hair, and whispered, "We can't do this. What happened to us?" Then she jumped off the bed, forgetting to put on her slippers, and ran outside, following me downstairs. I lay on the bed blankly for a while before sitting up, rubbing my face heavily with both hands, and then left.
When
I came downstairs, I heard noises from the kitchen. I went closer and saw my mother squatting on the floor, preparing to kill a fish. It's a local custom that a whole fish must be served on New Year's Eve dinner, symbolizing abundance year after year (the fish being a homophone for "abundance").
"Mom, let me handle the fish!" I squatted down.
"I can do it myself, you don't know how," my mother said without looking up.
Ignoring her objections, I grabbed her hand, trying to stop her and give it to me. My mother instinctively pulled away, and I realized her slight panic, so I quickly let go. This time, my mother stood up, tacitly agreeing to let me handle the fish. My mother was right when she said she didn't know how to do it. I grabbed the fish by the back to clean its scales,
but it slipped from my hands and fell into the basin. I tried to grab it again, and it struggled violently, splashing water all over my face and body. Finally, I managed to hold onto it by its gills. My mother got a towel and wiped my face, then started preparing the other ingredients while showing me how to cook the fish.
Just as I finished cleaning the fish and was about to rinse it with water, Junjun ran in, yelling that he wanted to set off firecrackers. My mother took him outside to set them off, reminding us to be careful. My grandfather came out then, telling us to put on our coats before heading out, and then he and my mother started cooking. My grandfather's cooking skills are quite good; he used to run a noodle shop for many years, and some of his dishes were very authentic, though he rarely showed them off. We only got to enjoy them during the New Year.
The New Year was about to arrive amidst the sound of firecrackers. Junjun kept running out of the house to set off fireworks and other people's fireworks. His mother called him back again and again, but he was always drawn out by the dazzling displays. We had to follow him back and forth between the house and the outside world until the clock struck midnight on TV, and Grandpa called us to hurry up and eat. Only then were we dragged Junjun back inside.
Grandpa, unusually, drank a little alcohol, while Junjun substituted a soft drink. Grandpa rarely drinks alcohol anymore because of his high blood pressure; Mom occasionally has a little red wine or beer. The family raised their glasses, exchanging blessings, enjoying a happy and harmonious time together.
After dinner at midnight, my grandfather insisted on staying up all night to welcome the New Year. My mother, worried that Junjun would sneak out to watch the fireworks again, simply took him upstairs to watch the fireworks through the window. I, on the other hand, used my phone to reply to the New Year's greetings from friends. Finally, I called Zhang Yang. To my surprise, on such a festive night, Zhang Yang was already asleep, answering my call in a drowsy state. I first wished him a Happy New Year, then asked if he had eaten. He said he had eaten long ago and then went to sleep out of boredom. I could tell he wasn't in high spirits, so I didn't say anything and hung up.
Some say the New Year is for children, free from worries and anxieties, allowing them to play wholeheartedly. But as people get older, they lament the passing of time, growing a year older with each passing year, finding a trace of worry even amidst the celebrations, and the New Year gradually becomes rather dull. I spent four days of the New Year in this dullness, spending my days eating, surfing the internet, and sleeping. On
the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, I went back to work, and I and a few coworkers covered for Zhang Yang and two others who had already worked several shifts. After the Spring Festival, there were very few people getting their cars repaired. Only two people came in all morning to change their oil, and they left quickly. After lunch, my friend and I started playing cards out of boredom—just a little gambling for fun! While we were playing, Zhang Yang rushed over, asking me to hand over my cards to someone else and follow him aside to talk about something. I asked him what he was doing here instead of staying in his dorm during the holiday. He asked me, "Is your hotel open?" I hesitated for a moment and said, "No, we're closed for the Spring Festival. Besides, nobody wants to stay in a hotel; everyone's at home with their families." He said, "Sigh, my mom's here, and we have nowhere to go. My dorm has several people, and it's not enough room, but I've looked at two hotels, and neither is open..." I then understood what was going on and quickly said to him, "Oh! Why don't you take your aunt to my place? She can stay in any room upstairs, make herself at home! I'll call my mom right now and let her know, then you can go." Zhang Yang nodded and left. I quickly called my mother and told her, and she readily agreed. About an hour later, Zhang Yang returned with a bag that looked like a camera. I asked him if he had gone to my house, and he said he had and settled his mother in.
Then he stood behind me watching me play cards. After a while, he said he had something to ask me and pulled me aside.
"How do you use this? I mean, how do you transfer and save the recorded content, like saving songs on your phone?" Zhang Yang handed me the small bag.
I looked inside and saw that it wasn't a camera but a digital camcorder. It wasn't a genuine product; I knew these things were quite expensive. "Wow! Where did you get this?"
Zhang Yang said, "I borrowed it from the guy who sleeps in the bunk above me. He went back to his hometown for the New Year and forgot to bring it back. It's just sitting on the bed, and I just called to borrow it."
"What are you filming?"
Zhang Yang didn't answer me but still asked how to use it. I knew he didn't know much about electronics,
so it wasn't surprising. Of course, I didn't know much either, only some basic functions. I told him, "Connect it to your computer, and it will automatically recognize it. Open it and find what you recorded. Also, plug your phone into the computer, and you can transfer the recorded content to your phone. Didn't I teach you how to download and save songs at the internet cafe last time? It's the same thing."
Zhang Yang scratched his head and thought for a moment, then said, "I know how to download and save songs, but it seems a little different. That involves saving to the computer and then importing."
"How about this, you copy what you want to transfer to your computer first, and then import it to your phone. It's the same!
Didn't you learn copy and paste?"
Zhang Yang nodded, seemingly understanding. Then he asked me how to delete recorded content. I told him to look at the camera's options, select the correct option, and press it. It's similar to how I taught him to delete things on the computer. Zhang Yang tried it himself and nodded, a hint of happiness on his face. I wanted to ask him what he wanted to do with it, but he thanked me and turned to leave. Finally, it was time to leave work.
I didn't agree to the others' suggestion to go out for drinks, saying that the Spring Festival wasn't over yet and I wanted to eat with my family. When I got home, my mother had already prepared dinner. As soon as I entered the house, Junjun called out that we could eat. My mother, while carrying the food, said she had wanted to call Zhang Yang and his mother down for dinner, but they said it would be too much trouble if they had already eaten. I nodded. At the dinner table, my mother suddenly asked me, "Is that Zhang Yang's mother?" Seeing that my mother's expression was a little strange, I asked, "Isn't she? She said her mother was here. What's wrong?" My mother shook her head and said,
"Nothing."
I quickly finished my meal and went upstairs to greet Zhang Yang and his mother. As my mother had said, they hadn't stayed in the largest room but had chosen the innermost double room. I knocked twice, but no one answered. I knocked again, and Zhang Yang's voice came from inside.
"It's me, Lin Feng."
"My mom is tired from the long bus ride and is sleeping," Zhang Yang's voice came from inside, but he didn't open the door for me.
I thought for a moment, "Oh, then I won't disturb you." I turned and went downstairs, but I had a strange feeling in my heart.
Back in my room, I turned on my computer and browsed the web when I suddenly remembered Zhang Yang's questions about the camera that afternoon. I paused, a "magical" thought creeping into my mind, yet somehow unbelievable. Lost in thought, I couldn't resist getting up and heading back upstairs, this time more carefully, not wanting anyone to know I was there.
Wearing soft-soled slippers, I crept like a cat to the door of Zhang Yang and her son's room, pressing my ear against it to listen. There seemed to be no sound, but through a tiny crack in the door, I could see a faint light, like the glow of a red bedside lamp, not a bright incandescent bulb. Just as I laughed at myself for overthinking things, thinking nothing was wrong, I thought I heard a low moan, a suppressed female voice. I immediately focused intently again.
The room was a four-person room, about 20 square meters, consisting of four beds and a narrow aisle between them.
Even the computer was placed on a small table at the end of the aisle between two of the beds. Sure enough,
intermittent low moans reached my ears from time to time, but the sounds were very faint and discontinuous, about once every half minute.
I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. Although I felt that what I was doing was lewd, I couldn't help but feel aroused. Thinking of what my mother had said, I thought to myself, "This guy was lying to me all along. He got some woman and claimed she was his mother. Quiet people do big things!" I thought for a moment and tiptoed to the room next to theirs, which was separated by a wall. I gently pushed open the door. Because the business was closed for the Spring Festival, my mother came to turn on the lights every night, so the door wasn't locked. It was a private room with only a bed against the wall next to Zhang Yang's room. After entering the room and closing the door, I climbed onto the bed and pressed my ear against the wall to listen carefully. This time I heard a series of rapid sounds of flesh colliding, then it seemed to calm down a bit, but I could still hear the occasional groans of a woman. The man and woman over there must have been doing the most private yet most pleasurable thing between lovers on that single bed against the wall…
My phone suddenly rang. I hurriedly took it out and pressed reject, then opened the door and quickly but quietly fled downstairs. When I turned on my phone, I saw it was my mother calling. I steadied myself and went to my mother's room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, seemingly about to make another call. She put it down when she saw me come in and asked where I had been and
why I hadn't been there. I told her I had gone upstairs and sat by the window watching the night view. Today was the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and according to custom, many people were setting off fireworks. My mother nodded and then looked at Junjun
, who was drawing intently. “Your Aunt Qin just called. She said she’s going to Australia tomorrow,” my mother said.
“Australia?”
“She said she’s going to take a look, and if it’s suitable, she plans to move there.”
“What about her business in China?” I asked, somewhat surprised.
"I'll sell everything and start over there. They say someone's already interested and we're in talks."
"Oh. If that's the case, Mom, what will you do? Will you change jobs?"
My mother nodded. "I probably will. But it's nothing. I'm so grateful for her care these past few years; my job is so easy,
and I earn quite a bit. But I've thought about it. I can't rely on someone to take care of me forever. If I change jobs, the new boss won't have as much free time as I do to take care of the family. I'll deal with it then. It's nothing." My mother's words seemed to be an attempt to dispel my concerns.
I smiled and nodded, sitting down next to her. I habitually wrapped my arms around her shoulders and hugged her, saying,
"I'm here for you!" I lazily kissed her forehead, but as I reached for another kiss, I felt a sharp pain in my thigh.
My mother had pinched me. I cried out but hugged her even tighter. Seeing me stubbornly holding back, my mother laughed again, "You naughty child, so disrespectful. Alright, if there's nothing else, go back to your room." I chuckled and let go, walking behind Junjun to pat his head, but seeing his serious expression, I lowered my hand. I turned to my mother and said, "Mom, you should get some rest too!" Then I left.
Back in my room, my mind was filled with the sounds I'd heard upstairs that had made my blood boil.
With nowhere to vent, I stripped naked, crawled under the covers, and took care of it with my hands. Since I had that satisfying three times with Aunt Qin at the hotel last time, I haven't masturbated. It's true what they say, having sex with a woman is the best cure for masturbation, but today I just couldn't control myself. I stroked my hard, throbbing penis, closing my eyes slightly as I recalled Aunt Qin's writhing body and her ecstatic moans beneath me that day.
But I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have sex with my mother. She should be shyly bowing her head, her legs resting on my arms, her plump buttocks receiving each thrust of my hips, her slippery vulva entering and exiting my thick penis… The passionate erotic fantasies ended abruptly after I ejaculated a thick stream of semen. On the sixth day
of the Lunar New My mother saw me get up and put the frozen dumplings in the pot. While they were cooking, she told me that my grandfather had finished eating early and gone to visit an old friend who was celebrating his birthday today. Even Junjun had eaten and was watching cartoons in his room; only I was left. I suddenly remembered Zhang Yang and his mother who lived upstairs, so I hurried upstairs. I didn't quite hear what my mother said to me. But when I got upstairs, their door was open, and no one was there. I went in and saw that the bed was neatly made, but I didn't find any bags or anything like that. It seemed they had left. I was about to go downstairs to ask my mother when they left when I noticed that the computer in the room seemed to be on. The case light was on, and the monitor light was on, but the screen was black. It must have been unused for a while. Maybe they used it last night and left it on. Zhang Yang is a complete novice when it comes to computers. He used to never turn off the computer when he left internet cafes, and he often didn't even log out of QQ, which always resulted in his QQ account being hacked. I moved the mouse, and a desktop background with a snowy mountain view appeared. This was my own setup; it was very simple, with only a browser, QQ, a video client, and a recycle bin. As I was about to shut down the computer, I noticed files in the recycle bin and opened it on a whim. Inside were a few songs and three videos. Curious, I tried to put the videos back on the desktop. I opened the video, and a bed appeared on the screen—blue checkered sheets, neatly folded white bedding, and a computer at one end of the bed… Wasn't this the scene in the room right now? It looked like the camera had been placed on another bed, slightly elevated, to record the video. I was a little surprised. Could it be that Zhang Yang recorded this with that camcorder? This kid must have accidentally uploaded it to the desktop first when importing it to the memory card, thinking that deleting it from the desktop would erase it, unaware of the recycle bin. Sure enough, five minutes later, a person appeared on the screen: Zhang Yang, completely naked, was carrying a naked woman and throwing herself onto the bed. She must have come from the bathroom. At first, the woman's face wasn't visible; her breasts were buried against Zhang Yang's chest. However, judging from her slightly plump waist and hips, she was a mature woman. Zhang Yang placed the woman sitting on the bed, while he stood by the bed with his back to the camera, tightly holding her head against his chest. He seemed to be breathing heavily, remaining motionless for about two minutes. Finally, like a beast, he pounced on the bed, pinning the woman down. Without any foreplay or caresses, he directly parted her full, firm legs and inserted his lower body into hers. He worked his groin for a moment before pressing down, seemingly successfully inserting his penis into her. A low, indistinct moan could be heard from both of them. The woman's head tilted slightly, and I recognized her as Zhang Yang's mother! The woman who resembled the actress Jiang Shen had come to our shop twice; we all called her Aunt Cong. Zhang Yang had really fucked his mother! Each thrust was forceful, his hips slamming against her plump buttocks with a clear sound. He was clearly very excited, and his heavy breathing completely drowned out his mother's suppressed cries. Zhang Yang's mother covered her mouth with one hand to suppress her voice, while her other hand gripped the bedsheet tightly. What kind of struggle must this dignified woman be feeling as her son pressed down on her and fucked her? Her legs, which had been flat, gradually rose and wrapped around her son's waist. Zhang Yang's hips suddenly moved more violently, and after a few thrusts, he let out a low growl and then lay motionless on top of his mother. The woman removed her hand from her face, revealing tear tracks. Zhang Yang got off his mother, turned to her side, and hugged her, whispering something unintelligible, and smoothing the stray hairs around her face. His mother also turned to him, reaching out to hold his head, and pulled the blanket over them both. Zhang Yang gently kissed his mother's forehead and face. Then Zhang Yang got up and turned off the camera. I then opened another file, and in the footage, Zhang Yang's head was once again resting on his mother's chest, sucking and teasing one breast, his hands tightly gripping hers and pressing them against the bed on either side of her head. The blanket was pulled up to their waists. Just as I was about to watch the "show," I heard my mother shouting loudly downstairs. I quickly stood up, answered, and connected my phone to the computer to transfer the video. During breakfast, my mother told me that Zhang Yang and his mother had gotten up just as my grandfather woke up that morning. They said goodbye to my grandfather and left, but Zhang Yang's mother insisted on giving my grandfather 200 yuan, saying that he couldn't visit the elderly empty-handed for the New Year. I shook my head and said, "That auntie is really stubborn; she clearly made up for the money she didn't get for staying at the hotel." My mother nodded and smiled, saying, "That mother and daughter are really something." While eating, my mind was still on the files I was copying upstairs. I ate somewhat absentmindedly, but didn't want to finish quickly, so I dawdled for almost 20 minutes before finally finishing my breakfast. After helping my mother clean up the dishes, I went back upstairs. Seeing that the files had been copied, I breathed a sigh of relief, unplugged my phone, completely deleted the video file from the computer, shut down the computer, and left. When I arrived at work, my colleagues were already there. I checked the time on my phone; thankfully, I wasn't late. But I noticed they were all standing outside the boss's office, looking at each other, and the atmosphere seemed a bit off. I went up to them and quietly asked if something was wrong. They told me it wasn't anything serious; Zhang Yang had called the boss that morning to say he was quitting, and the boss had come over to ask what was going on. They were talking inside. I was stunned, wondering what was going on. Why was he suddenly quitting? Just then, the door opened, and Zhang Yang and the boss came out one after the other. Zhang Yang looked calm. He hugged each of us brothers as soon as he came out. When it was my turn, he patted me on the back and said, "Brother, I'm leaving . Going to Shenzhen to make a living." I could hear his voice trembling slightly, and I was speechless for a moment. I patted him hard and said, "Keep in touch!" Zhang Yang nodded. Zhang Yang left; he went to Shenzhen to work for a former comrade from the army—a fairly large 4S dealership.

Actually, I'd heard him mention this before in conversations; his comrades there had been urging him to join them, but he didn't want to leave his family and refused. Xiao Wu and I drove a modified car from the factory to take Zhang Yang to the station. On the way, I tentatively asked where his mother was, and he said she'd taken the earliest bus back to her hometown. I didn't ask any more questions, just watched him until he reached the station and boarded the bus to the provincial capital. He was going to the provincial capital to fly to Shenzhen. Because it was during the Spring Festival, it was impossible to get a train ticket for the same day without buying it in advance; he had to spend more money to fly. On the way there, Xiao Wu and I were both a little silent. After working and joking together for so long, the sudden separation felt a bit strange. After a long silence, driving, Xiao Wu said to me, "I still find it strange. Zhang Yang asked to work overtime before the Spring Festival, but he left after only a few days. It's too sudden. Didn't you know before?" He probably thought I was close to Zhang Yang, so he asked me this. I shook my head without saying a word, my mind preoccupied with the video file. I thought it might be a tacit understanding between him and his mother; after spending one night together, his mother might remarry, and he recorded the video as a keepsake, then chose to leave this place...
I spent the day at the factory somewhat absent-mindedly. One moment I was thinking that I might never see Zhang Yang again, and I couldn't help but feel a little sad, but then I thought of that video file, and an indescribable desire surged within me.
Finally, I endured the boredom until it was time to leave work, and I rushed home without lingering for even a minute. After a quick dinner, I went to my room, locked the door, turned on my computer, plugged in my phone, and found the video of Zhang Yang's mother having sex and started playing it.
On the screen, Zhang Yang's mother was on top of him, gently swaying her body back and forth. Her full, round breasts were clearly visible pressing against Zhang Yang's chest, while her lower body was covered by the blanket. The outline of her swaying hips was suggestive.
I rewound the video for a few more minutes. Zhang Yang had rolled over onto his mother,
the blanket covering them both slipping to the side. His buttocks were thrusting dramatically between her legs, her legs spread wide in an "M" shape, her hands gripping his shoulders, panting and moaning excitedly, her neck occasionally arching back or up. After a series of intense thrusts, Zhang Yang slowed down. They were both slightly sweaty. Zhang Yang got up, lifted his mother's firm, rounded legs, and held them to his chest. Kneeling on the bed, he thrust his penis into her vagina again. The crisp sounds of flesh colliding were clearly audible.
Finally, Zhang Yang hoisted his mother's legs onto his shoulders, leaning forward in a bow-like stance, his body like a bow,
his penis like an arrow, drawing the bowstring taut, firing again and again, each time hitting the wet, slippery bullseye, until both of them let out heavy groans and lay motionless, embracing tightly.
I opened the last video; the screen was completely dark. The lights came on just before the video ended. Zhang Yang was on top of his naked mother, kissing every inch of her back, arousing her desire once more. Then he leaned down and thrust his erect penis into her from behind. After a few gentle thrusts, he lifted her buttocks and eagerly entered her from behind in a doggy-style position. At this moment, the couple on the bed had completely abandoned all ethical constraints, frantically seeking pleasure in each other's bodies in the most primal way. Their naked bodies collided again and again, their uncontrollable moans and gasps mingling, filling the early morning room with an atmosphere of lust.
The video ended five minutes after Zhang Yang ejaculated a thick stream of semen onto his mother's buttocks and back. I dropped the video; I was already burning with desire and needed to release it. I got up and went to the bathroom, where I masturbated vigorously against the bathroom wall. In those few minutes of pleasure, I imagined one day I would press my naked body against this wall, gently caressing every inch of its skin from behind, then fucking it from behind, slowly thrusting in and out, slowly savoring that blissful moment…
Days passed uneventfully, and before I knew it, the harsh winter was over, and the Northeast welcomed the warm and gentle season.
Springtime in the Northeast is short, only felt in May, because most of spring is like the tail end of winter, existing in the cold. After that month, the sweltering heat arrives, so spring in the Northeast always feels very short.
Since the Spring Festival holiday, my mother, Wang Mingna, has been busy with work because Aunt Qin went to Australia and sold the entire chain of beauty and body care institutions. The company got a new, unfamiliar boss, and my mother's former
sense of "superiority" vanished. Without Aunt Qin's help, she had to work twice as hard to earn the same amount of money as before. For the past two months, my mother has been coming home later than me almost every day, taking one day off on weekends, sometimes none at all. Although she still seems energetic, as a man, I feel guilty and heartbroken, but all I can do right now is offer my silent support.
My mother's birthday is the sixth day of the fourth lunar month. That afternoon, I took leave two hours before leaving work and drove the modified car from the factory to the largest supermarket in the area. First, I went to the women's clothing section and picked out the dark green three-quarter sleeve collared cardigan that I had been eyeing for a while. My mother had mentioned how nice this Korean-style mid-length coat was when we last visited the supermarket, but we hadn't bought it. Then I chose a pair of dark blue cropped jeans with flared hems that could be paired with other clothes. As for the sizes, I used the sizes of the clothes my mother had been wearing recently. Then I went to the shoe section and bought a pair of pink mid-heeled leather shoes. After leaving the supermarket, I rode to a flower shop, browsed around, and finally gave up on carnations and chose 99 red roses for a joyful celebration. I returned home, put the gifts in my room, and then walked to a nearby cake shop to pick up the cake I had ordered. While I was busy with this birthday gift, my grandfather was busy preparing food for the birthday family dinner in the kitchen. When I came back, I went to the kitchen to help him. My grandfather was a chef when he was young, and now, his knife skills and the deftness of his cooking are still impressive. While I was helping him, I chatted with him about his time running a noodle shop. He said that if he had been hospitalized for high blood pressure a few years ago and my mother had objected to him working again, he really wanted to open a small restaurant. He felt that his noodles and side dishes were no worse than those in some five-star hotels, a point I firmly believe from personal experience.
My grandfather and I finished preparing for the birthday party, and I called my mother to tell her to come home early for dinner.
She knew it was her birthday, so she said she'd be back soon. I told her I was going to pick up Junjun and that she could just come straight home. After hanging up, I went out to pick up Junjun. Usually, whoever gets home earlier from work picks him up, but for the past month I've been picking him up more often, while my mother usually takes him there in the mornings.
At 6:30 pm, the family dinner to celebrate my mother's 40th birthday officially began. Besides a table full of delicious dishes, there was a large cake. As the three of us men sang "Happy Birthday," my mother blew out the birthday candles,
cut the cake, and shared the joy and deliciousness with the whole family… My mother even had a little red wine, which was rare for her. Seeing the genuine smile on her beautiful face, I felt very happy. I took care of cleaning up after the meal. I told my mother that she was the queen today and didn't have to do anything. I hummed a song as I carefully washed all the dishes, put them away in the cupboard, and then washed my hands thoroughly before changing out of my coat and going back to my room. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and changed my clothes. Then, looking at the birthday present I had prepared for my mother on the bed, I smiled contentedly. I thought for a moment, then opened the door to my mother's room to see what she was doing.
My mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, hugging Junjun and looking at something. It must be something Junjun had drawn again. I went over to take a look.
My mother looked up at me, pointed to the painting, and said it was a birthday present from Junjun, seemingly trying not to laugh. I looked at the painting; it was an oil painting of a room, with a woman and a man sitting on a sofa, and the woman was putting a small child into the man's arms. Just as I was about to ask Junjun what he had drawn,
Junjun spoke up: "This is Mom, this is my brother, and this is me." I was taken aback, then laughed and praised Junjun for his drawing. My mother playfully hit me and said, "What's so good about it?" and then told Junjun how to draw it.
"Mom, come to my room for a moment, I have a present for you too!"
"What is it? Why are you being so mysterious?" My mother looked at me.
"You'll see when you see it, come on in!" I pulled my mother out the door, and she had no choice but to come with me.
When I handed her a set of clothes and shoes, she touched the three items for a long time without saying a word. Then she put them down, reached out and hugged me, saying, "Thank you, son. But don't spend money recklessly in the future . You should save some money;
you're not a child anymore." I hugged my mother and said, "I will! Mom, try it on and let me see; it will look great!" My mother hesitated for a moment and said, "Wear it here?" I understood what my mother meant and immediately said, "I'll go out;
call me when you're ready!" After saying that, I went out the door.
When I came back in, my mother was standing in front of me smiling, wearing my birthday present, looking at me with questioning eyes. The clothes were very appropriate and suited my mother's temperament perfectly; elegant yet capable, she looked energetic.
"Wow, so beautiful, Mom, you're so pretty, I'm mesmerized." I couldn't help but hug her and shower her cheeks with kisses. Caught off guard, my mother quickly pushed me away, laughing, "Okay, okay, stop it." I released her, turned, opened the cupboard, and presented her with a large bouquet of red roses hidden inside. My mother stared at the fiery red roses for a moment, then hesitantly accepted them.
"Mom, I love you! You're the most beautiful woman in the world." I gazed at my mother, unable to contain my emotions.
"Who gives their mother roses? You silly child!" Even as she said this, she lowered her head to smell the flowers, then turned and placed them on the table.
"Mom!" I suddenly hugged her from behind, wrapping my head around her shoulder and pressing my face against hers.
"Mom, I really love you so much! I don't know what to do? I just can't control myself." I held her tightly.
At first, my mother struggled to push me away, but upon hearing my words, she lowered her hands and placed them on my hands that were around her waist.
"Mom, just let me hold you like this for a little while. I won't force you to do anything you don't like," I whispered to my mother. An indescribable sorrow welled up inside me, and I couldn't help but shed tears. There was a love so close yet so unattainable... Tears streamed down my mother's face.
"Feng'er, why are you crying?" My mother turned her head in surprise, separating my arms from hers and turning away. "Don't cry, Feng'er." My mother raised her hand to wipe my tears, but I cried even harder, completely unable to control my emotions. My mother gently hugged me, burying her head in my shoulder. "Feng'er,
it's okay to cry when you're upset. I understand, but some things can't be changed."
I nodded, trying hard to control myself, but after a while, I noticed my mother's body trembling slightly, and soft sobs reached my ears. My mother was crying too, and she was becoming more and more agitated, even patting me hard on the back as she hugged me, and then her sobs grew louder. I knew my emotions must have touched upon a deep well of unspoken sorrow in my mother's heart, which she finally released in my arms today. I held her, letting her pat me as she vented her frustrations until she gradually calmed down. Only then did I push her away and wipe the tears from her face. My mother was somewhat shy and dared not look me in the eye, perhaps feeling a little embarrassed by her actions earlier—she was the one comforting me, yet she herself had been affected. Looking at my mother's shy face, a surge of emotion rose within me once more. I cupped my mother's cheeks, leaned in, and kissed her red lips
passionately, demanding and sucking them, my breath heavy.
My mother didn't struggle; in just about two seconds, she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and responded passionately to my deep kiss. Four fiery red lips intertwined, two warm tongues greedily entwining.
The atmosphere in the small room heated up, our heavy breathing filling the entire space. I couldn't control the force in my hands, and suddenly slammed my mother against the door with a heavy thud, but I didn't care. I lifted one of my mother's legs, clad in slim-fit jeans, and placed it on my waist, while my other hand held her lower back tightly. My mouth began to kiss her fair neck, my hot breath spraying onto her face and neck; I could feel the heat of her breath myself.
My mother hugged my back, breathing heavily, her eyes tightly closed, gently swaying her head as I caressed her. I took off my mother's new coat and threw it on the table behind her, pulling the hem of her white checkered shirt from under her pants. Then, I slipped my hand under the hem and went straight to her firm breasts. I pushed up her bra and cupped her breasts with one hand. At that moment, my hand trembled,
having long forgotten any flirting techniques, only greedily kneading and pinching her erect nipples with my fingers.
"Mmm..." My mother let out a soft moan. This excited me even more. One hand kneaded my mother's breasts, while the other hand trembled as it unbuttoned her jeans. Since the belt wasn't fastened, my hand easily slipped inside her underpants after the button was undone. In the north, it wasn't yet the height of summer, so everyone wore underpants. My hand slipped under the top of my mother's underpants, pressing against her panties, feeling the firmness and warmth of her pert, full buttocks through the fabric. I pulled my mother's underpants and outer garments down until they reached the back of her legs. I saw a section of my mother's fair, plump thighs exposed. My throat tightened slightly, and my hand moved to her full thighs, feeling their real warmth and smoothness. Unable to control my rising lust, my hand slid up my mother's thigh and into her pubic area. Her legs instinctively tightened. I inserted my middle finger into the base of her legs, feeling the damp heat through her panties. I couldn't help but linger and tease there.
Under the assault of my hands and mouth, my mother's breathing became increasingly rapid, occasionally letting out uncontrollable low moans,
very soft, accompanied by heavy breathing. Suddenly, my hand, which was still on my mother's genitals, felt a dampness; a slippery wetness had soaked through her panties and seeped into my fingers. No longer satisfied with this pace,
I raised my hand and pulled down my mother's black panties, gently slipping them down to the back of her legs.
I finally saw my mother's mysterious triangle of genitals, the dark, inverted triangle of pubic hair exuding irresistible allure. I scooped up her delicate body and threw her onto the bed, then eagerly reached into that forest, probing the damp, swampy area within the dense thicket. But just as I was about to delve deeper,
my mother's hand suddenly grabbed mine.
"No, don't do this..." My mother's voice was both shy and anxious, as if she had just woken from a dream. I quickly withdrew my hand and looked at my mother. She covered her face with her hands, her shoulders trembling, as if she were crying. My desire instantly subsided by more than half, and
I hurriedly helped my mother pull up her pants.
"Mom... I won't do anything you don't want me to do." I said, hugging my mother again. It took my mother a while to calm down. She pushed me away, her face still full of shyness and anxiety.
My mother sat up from the bed. "What's wrong with me? Feng'er, we... we can't... I still won't, I'm scared!"
I nodded and helped my mother put on her coat. Just then, Junjun's shouts came from outside, and my mother took the opportunity to escape by opening the door and leaving. I sat on the edge of the bed watching the door close again, wiped my face with both hands from top to bottom, and fell heavily back onto the bed. In mid
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November, the temperature gradually rose, and people began to wear shorter clothes to suit the season.
I felt a little sleepy at midday, but I still had some work to do, so I could only rest for a while. I sat at the door watching the pedestrians on the street, and occasionally I would see girls wearing shorts that were so short they showed off their white legs. I thought to myself that my mother would look good in such shorts, and would definitely be a heartthrob.
I made up my mind to find time to buy my mother a pair, otherwise she would definitely be reluctant to spend money on new clothes.
As I was thinking, my phone rang. It was Zhang Yang. Ha, I hadn't heard from him in a few days.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Yang asked.
I replied, "Sunbathing."
"So, what's your decision? I told you about bringing me over. I'm serious, if you come, I'll pay you three times your current wages. I'm the one who calls the shots here."
He had mentioned this to me more than once shortly after he went there, but I didn't want to go, so I just said I'd think about it. I also told my mother about it, but she and my grandfather both disagreed. They just wanted the family to be together and didn't want the family ties they had regained to fade away again.
"I think I'm not going. Even though I earn more over there, the expenses are probably three times higher, right? Besides, I don't want to be too far from my mom. She's struggling on her own now, and I can help her a lot here."
There was a moment of silence before the other person said, "I understand! Sigh, then we'll just have to keep in touch by phone. We can't eat together anymore. By the way, I also talked to Xiaowu, and he said he'll go home in a few days to talk to his parents. He's thought about it."
"Yeah, he said he'd take leave to go home after he finishes this month and gets paid. If his parents agree, he'll come to your place."
Just then, they started urging us to get back to work, so I had to hang up and start. I was busy until the end of the workday before finally finishing this job. I washed my hands, changed my clothes, and instead of going home, I drove my newly repaired car to the biggest supermarket in the west of the city under the guise of having it inspected and having new parts ground. Once there, I went straight to the women's clothing section and picked out a pair of distressed blue denim shorts. While paying, I noticed they also had underwear, but I knew my mother's underwear size but not hers. I hesitated for a moment but decided to buy both anyway, relying entirely on my memory. When I paid, the sales clerk remarked with a hint of envy that I was a good man, so thoughtful towards my girlfriend. I paused for a moment, then explained, feeling a surge of joy.
After leaving the supermarket, I drove back to the factory, parked the car, and then headed home. All this back and forth made me a little later than when I was actually home. My mother was already back; my grandfather had cooked dinner and was waiting for me to eat with her. During dinner, I noticed my mother seemed preoccupied. I looked at my grandfather, who shook his head, indicating he didn't know anything.
I tentatively asked my mother if she wasn't feeling well. She said nothing was wrong, then put food on Junjun's plate and told him to eat quickly and
do his homework. Junjun obediently nodded and quickly finished eating and left the table.
I helped my mother clear the dishes, while my grandfather took a small stool and went outside to play chess. My mother, with her back to me, was washing the dishes when she suddenly said, "On my way home from work, Dr. Liu from the provincial hospital called me. He said there's a boy in a deep coma at the provincial hospital whose blood type matches Junjun's. He said the boy is severely injured,
with severe brain damage, and the chances of recovery are slim." I immediately understood and hurriedly asked, "Do the other characteristics match Junjun's?" My mother put down what she was doing and turned around to say, "Dr. Liu said he had someone test them and they match,
but even if they do, and the boy is truly beyond saving, we still have to ask the parents' wishes. If the parents don't want to donate, it's useless." My mother's hand gripped a dishcloth tightly. I also became tense and stopped doing what I was doing.
Finally, my mother's phone rang, and she grabbed it from the counter. The call lasted only half a minute before my mother, her hands trembling, hung up and ran towards the bedroom, shouting to me, "Quick, Dr. Liu wants us to go to the provincial hospital!" I immediately called my boss, asking to borrow his car to take my brother to the provincial hospital; we'd discuss the details later. My boss already knew about my family situation, so he readily agreed, saying someone would be at my door in 10 minutes. I hung up and ran out to find my boss, briefly spoke to him, and then returned.
The car arrived quickly; a coworker had brought it and told me it was full of gas and I could drive without worry. My mother had already come out with Junjun, who had changed his clothes. The three of us got in the car. My grandfather wanted to go too, but my mother stopped him, telling him to wait for news at home and not to worry; if it didn't work out, we'd be right back, as we still had guests staying at the hotel.
I drove straight to the highway leading to the capital, accelerating past the tollbooth as fast as I could while maintaining full control. In the car, my mother told me that Dr. Liu had just said on the phone that the seriously ill boy was already brain dead, and his vital signs, including his heart and lungs, were declining. However, his parents were heartbroken and refused to give up, still keeping him on oxygen.
"Dr. Liu told us to go, so all the indicators must match Junjun's," my mother said emotionally, tightly hugging Junjun, who was still unaware of what had happened.
About 30 minutes later, we exited the highway and arrived in the provincial capital. I wasn't familiar with the roads, but the car's GPS was a great help;
we arrived at the hospital 15 minutes later. Dr. Liu, whom I had just spoken to on the phone, was already anxiously waiting. We walked in together, and as we went, Dr. Liu told us that the child's father and uncle had agreed to remove the oxygen, but the child's mother was emotionally agitated and disagreed. However, the child was no longer brain dead, and his lungs were failing; he wouldn't survive more than an hour without the oxygen. We had already spoken to the child's father, and fortunately, he was also a doctor, so it was easier to persuade him, but the child's mother would probably be harder to convince. This is crucial. Everyone needs to plead with that family. Once they agree to sign the consent form, the surgery can proceed immediately; everything is arranged. On the second floor, two other doctors took Junjun for a physical exam, while my mother and I followed Dr. Liu to the third floor. A doctor there told us that the child's mother had finally stabilized somewhat, but had accepted the reality that the child's life couldn't be saved. Just as we reached the third floor, we encountered several grieving people walking downstairs. Dr. Liu gestured for us to approach the child's family and went over to speak quietly to a man opposite them. The man looked at us,
his expression sorrowful, but didn't give a clear answer. However, Dr. Liu's words provoked a strong reaction from the other family members. A woman, presumably the child's mother, immediately accused the doctor of rubbing salt into their wounds and
resolutely refused. This was something we had expected.
My mother and I went forward. My mother bowed to the family and said, "I'm sorry,
I know it's very difficult for you to say this now, but I am also a mother, and I have to muster my courage to plead with you."
The mother burst into tears and even raised her hand to strike, but was stopped. The doctors were anxiously at a loss. At this point, the man, perhaps the child's uncle, firmly said no, not even for any amount of money. My mother quickly said that if they agreed, they could offer financial compensation, but they turned and pulled her towards the building entrance. I panicked and ran over to stop them, shouting that they couldn't leave. The men looked at me and asked what I was doing. I was momentarily at a loss, my face flushed red, and then I did something I never expected: I involuntarily knelt down before the family.
"I beg you, save my brother. If he doesn't have surgery, he might not live to see me again next year,"
I heard my mother plead. She too had knelt down, tears streaming down her face, and my own tears welled up too. My mother began to kowtow. Seeing this, the father pulled the mother up and said to Dr. Liu, "You decide what to do. Don't let another mother lose her son." He then pulled the mother away, and at that moment, the mother turned to look at my mother, her expression seemingly calmer. Upon hearing this, Dr. Liu and the others immediately took action. My mother and I excitedly stood up and hugged each other. But then someone shouted, "No! You have to give me 100,000 yuan, or no one will touch a hair on my nephew's head!" It must have been the child's uncle, who hadn't spoken until now. The other children's elders didn't stop them and went straight downstairs. Was this tacit agreement?
My mother quickly said, "Okay, 100,000 yuan is fine. I'll give it to you right away if you agree."
The man said, "This money is for my sister. She and my brother-in-law have been divorced for several years. She lives alone in the suburbs and
doesn't have a high income. This child's departure is like taking away her greatest hope. We must plan for her future."
My mother nodded and said, "Okay, okay! 100,000 isn't much. I agree. Shall we go sign the agreement now?"
At that moment, a doctor came over and whispered to us, "Organ sales are not allowed in the hospital; it's only for donations. You'd better sign a private confidentiality agreement outside the hospital. Also, our hospital knows nothing about this."
After saying that, he quickly went to prepare for the surgery. My mother and I understood what the doctor meant, of course. My mother told me to stay here and listen to the doctor's instructions, while she and the child's uncle went downstairs.
All I could do was watch the doctors bustling back and forth, unable to help at all. My mother returned just before Junjun was taken into the operating room, nodded to me, and said the matter was settled.
After my mother signed a pre-operative agreement with the hospital, Junjun was wheeled into the operating room, and my mother and I anxiously sat outside the door, restless. A kidney transplant is a major surgery with considerable risks, and we didn't know if Junjun would come out unharmed. The corridor was quiet, with only the occasional sound of footsteps from the other end of the stairs. The operating room door suddenly opened, and my mother and I rushed forward, only to be pushed aside by a nurse who came out and said, "Make way!" It turned out she had just gone to get something again; this happened several more times afterward. I hugged my mother's shoulders and sat down on the floor. Our four hands were tightly clasped together, and I could clearly feel the tension in each other's hearts.
At 12:26 AM, the light on the operating room door that read "In Surgery" went out, and the door opened, with
several doctors coming out. My mother and I rushed forward. Dr. Liu, who was in the lead, nodded to us, and another doctor said, "Congratulations, the surgery was a success!"
"Thank you, thank you!" My mother and I were so moved that tears streamed down our faces again.
Then, Junjun, still unconscious from anesthesia, was wheeled out of the operating room. The doctor told us we couldn't approach him yet;
he had to be moved to the sterile room. We silently watched Junjun enter the sterile observation room. I asked my mother if she was hungry, and
she nodded, saying she was a little. I walked a long way from the hospital before finding a small 24-hour supermarket,
bought some food, and then went back.
The doctor told us that although the surgery was successful, it didn't mean Junjun was alright. The next few days were crucial; he needed to get through a period of rejection before it was considered a success. He also told us to prepare money for hospital expenses, as Junjun would need to take anti-rejection medication for life after discharge, and some imported drugs were very expensive. My mother asked the doctor how much the hospital bills would be, and the doctor said about 300,000 yuan. After the doctor left,
I asked my mother if there was a problem with the money. My mother nodded and said that she and Junjun's father had saved over 100,000 yuan while they were alive, and Aunt Qin had specifically left her 100,000 yuan for Junjun's treatment before she went abroad. Now, they had given 100,000 yuan to the child's family, plus tens of thousands of yuan in savings from his maternal grandfather, which was barely enough for Junjun's expenses before his departure—and that was assuming no unforeseen circumstances.
"Mom, I just started working and haven't saved much money. I only have a little over 10,000 yuan," I said, feeling somewhat ashamed.
"Mom knows you're a sensible child. If you hadn't stopped those people, I don't know what would have happened." My mother stroked my head.
"Mom, I have an idea."
"Tell me, getting Junjun treated is the priority now."
"How much can we sell our two-story apartment for now?" "
The housing prices in our county are not as high as in the city. It's less than 5,000 per square meter. Ours is a large apartment, so it'll be even less, maybe 4,000 per square meter, otherwise no one will want it." "
Ours is over 300 square meters, so it should sell for 1.2 million."
My mother nodded. "We'll sell the apartment and then buy a smaller one to live in. The money saved can cover Junjun's medical expenses. Oh, right, we forgot to call your grandfather. He probably can't sleep. I'll tell him to go to the real estate agency first thing tomorrow morning to complete the paperwork for selling the apartment, and we'll put up an ad ourselves." My mother started calling my grandfather. The call went through immediately, which meant that my grandfather had been waiting for news. My mother explained the situation over the phone and told my grandfather about her idea of selling the house. He said he would take care of it immediately the next morning. After hanging up, my mother breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more relaxed. My mother and I couldn't sleep well until the next morning.
At
daybreak, we went to a small eatery outside the hospital for breakfast and then immediately returned to the hospital to keep a close eye on Junjun's condition. We could only watch from outside the ICU, as it was a sterile ICU and we weren't allowed to go in. I could only see that
Junjun's hair had been shaved off to prevent infection; I couldn't see anything else clearly. At noon, Dr. Liu proactively told us that his condition was stable and that we shouldn't be too nervous. He advised us to rest as much as possible, otherwise our bodies wouldn't be able to handle it, and we
wouldn't be able to cope if something happened. My mother and I thanked the doctor, exchanged glances, and both breathed a sigh of relief.
After lunch, my mother told me to drive back to the county town first. She needed to return the car, and she was worried about my grandfather being alone at home, looking after the hotel and dealing with the house. Besides, having someone at the hospital would just mean watching over him helplessly. I thought about it and decided to do as my mother said and go back first. My mother saw me off from the hospital, telling me to take good care of my grandfather and to come back in a few days after Junjun came out of the sterile room. I looked at my mother with some worry, held her hand and told her to rest, and pointed to a reception area diagonally across the street, saying that I had observed it and that the environment was okay and quite safe, and that she should rest there that night. My mother smiled and nodded. I left the hospital somewhat reluctantly, drove onto the road, and saw in the rearview mirror that my mother had only turned back after I had driven quite a distance.
When I got back to my home in the county town, I went to the factory to return the car and told everyone what had happened. Everyone was very concerned and comforted me, saying that everything would be alright. I told my boss that I would still come to work for the next few days, but I might have to leave for a while, and I should let him know in advance. My boss readily agreed to my request and told me that I could leave anytime if needed. When I got home, I saw that there were signs for selling the house on the front door and windows, which must have been printed at a copy shop. Grandpa told me he'd already registered with the real estate agency early that morning and even printed out some notices to have restaurants and barbershops put them up for him. I said Grandpa did a good job, having two options gives him more choices.
At dinner, I said to Grandpa, "Grandpa, I have an idea. Let's sell this big house and find a suitable small shop to open a restaurant or something. You know a thing or two, and Mom won't have to work so hard there anymore. We can run a restaurant together." "That
's a good idea, but it's not something you can just do on a whim. There's a lot to prepare. If we're going to open one, let's start with a noodle shop. That's simpler, and I know more about that. Don't underestimate a small noodle shop; the profit margin can be huge. If you do it well, it can be just as good as some big restaurants." "
Hmm, I'll go to the city in a couple of days and talk to Mom about it. I'll get her opinion. After all, selling this house will give us a new place to live."
Sure enough, several buyers came to see the house in the next two days, but either they thought it was too big to "take in," or
they took advantage of our eagerness to sell and tried to drive down the price. Grandpa had sent everyone away, saying
he wouldn't sell for less than 1.2 million. I called my mother at least twice a day to check on her and told her to take care of herself and rest when she needed to.
Five days later, in the afternoon, I went to the provincial hospital again, this time by bus. By then, Junjun had been transferred to the intensive care unit and was no longer in the sterile room, so I could see him up close. My mother told me that Junjun's relapse had been a bit severe the day before yesterday, but thankfully he had pulled through, and things had stabilized a lot in the past two days. Seeing Junjun sleeping peacefully, my tense heart relaxed a lot again. I noticed that my mother's eyes were a little red, and I knew she hadn't slept well, so I urged her to go and rest, and I would stay and watch over him. At this moment, a nurse came and told us all to leave and not to talk there, as it would disturb the patient's rest, and it would be best to come back in the evening. So I took my mother to the guesthouse to rest.
My mother booked a room at this guesthouse. She told me that because there was a hospital across the street, rooms were in high demand, and when she arrived, there were no rooms available. She had registered first, and was only notified to come in the next day after someone checked out. Almost everyone here was a family member of a hospital caregiver. The room wasn't big, but it was very clean. A bed took up almost three-quarters of the space, and there was a small cabinet with a thermos on it by the door. That was all. I put the bag of clothes I had brought for my mother on the bed and told her to change. My mother said that the guesthouse had a public bath, and she would change there. She then took her clothes and a towel and went out. I lay down on the bed, intending to take a nap, but I became increasingly drowsy, perhaps because I hadn't rested well these past few days due to being too stressed. I simply pulled over a pillow and lay down to sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, the room was quiet. I turned my head and saw my mother lying on her side with her back to me,
breathing evenly and gently; she was asleep too. The bed was small; if two people of my size lay side-by-side, there wouldn't be much extra space. Luckily, my mother was much smaller than me, so she didn't feel cramped even though she was facing away from the wall. I turned to my side, my chest against her back, my hands gently around her waist, my head resting behind hers, inhaling her fresh scent. I felt a warm and cozy feeling,
wishing I could stay like that forever.
A loud door opening and closing from the next room, separated by only a wall, startled my mother awake. The rooms here were only separated by plasterboard walls, so they weren't very soundproof. My mother gently removed my hands from her waist and carefully turned around. She probably thought I was still asleep, but when she found me staring at her, she couldn't help but smile and say, "You woke up early?" I just looked at her and shook my head. My mother checked the time on her watch and said it
was almost 3 a.m. I thought I had slept for a long time, but it turned out to be only a little over an hour.
I lay there and told my mother about our family situation, including the idea of opening a restaurant that I had mentioned to my grandfather. After listening, my mother pondered for a while and said she needed to think it over carefully. She explained that doing business requires thorough market research; first, you need to consider the source of customers, and there's a lot of preparation involved. You need to carefully analyze the market supply and demand before making a decision. Hearing this, I was quite surprised, my mouth agape. I hadn't expected my mother to be so professional; my thinking had been too naive. I asked her how to do all that, and she told me what to do: how many similar shops were there, how far away were other similar businesses, how their business was usually, even going to try their food and asking customers for their feedback… It all sounded a bit overwhelming,
but I tried my best to remember it. I decided to do this analysis and research in my spare time when I got home.
My mother then quietly told me that the most urgent thing now was to find a new place to live, otherwise, if a suitable buyer came along, we'd be caught off guard when moving. She suggested renting a place first, and then slowly looking for a suitable house to buy later. I nodded, reassuring her that Grandpa and I could handle it.
My mother stroked my head with satisfaction and said, "It's so good to have a sensible son! If it weren't for you, I would be overwhelmed right now."
I took my mother's hand and kissed it gently. My mother took the opportunity to pinch my cheek and said,
"Don't be naughty again!"
"I'm not naughty, I just want to hug you." I leaned closer to my mother mischievously, hugged her shoulders, and rested my chin on the top of her head, savoring this rare moment of tenderness. My mother didn't object as she had the previous two times and quietly nestled in my arms.
The tranquil warmth was broken by a rustling sound from next door. At first, it was just a faint sound,
interspersed with what sounded like people talking. I initially thought the people over there were being sneaky, but after a while, it became increasingly strange. The sounds grew louder, like heavy breathing and low moans. Suddenly, I realized what they were doing. A picture flashed through my mind: two naked bodies intertwined... My throat tightened, feeling uncomfortable, so I let out a long breath to calm myself. The sounds grew louder, and I even heard the rapid thud of flesh hitting flesh. I leaned down to look at my mother. She had obviously heard what was happening over there too. When I looked at her, she seemed a little shy and embarrassed, then reached out and covered my ears, whispering, "Don't listen!" I chuckled and said, "Aren't you listening?" My mother took my hand and put it on her ear as well. We covered each other's ears like that,
looking rather comical.
We're just deceiving ourselves; the more we do this, the more our attention is drawn to that side.
The sounds over there seemed to have stopped. I released my hand from my mother's ear and made a face at her. Sure enough, a long, drawn-out moan suddenly came from over there, followed by the heavy yet rhythmic "slap, slap"
of flesh colliding. I couldn't help but think that the man and woman over there had just changed positions, and the man was "mounting" again.
My mother pinched my ear and then covered it again. My eyes caught a glimpse of the anxious look on my mother's pretty face, and my heart skipped a beat. I involuntarily moved my face closer to hers. Perhaps sensing the strangeness in my eyes, my mother tried to remove her hand from my ear to cover my face, but I grabbed it. Then I rolled over, pinning my mother beneath me, and kissed her lips. My mother tilted her head slightly, and my lips landed on her cheek. My mouth followed closely, and she didn't pull away, letting me kiss her deeply. Her lips parted hesitantly, and my tongue passionately explored hers,
licking and swallowing. Her breathing grew heavier, and her maternal scent captivated me. My hand began to unconsciously reach inside her clothes. Just as my hand pushed aside her silk bra, wanting to possess her fleshy breasts, my
mother's hand pressed down on my restless hand from outside her clothes. She looked at me shyly, gently shaking her head. I released her hand, kissed her forehead, and then sat up, my back to her. The room was so quiet that only the creaking of the bed in the next room could be heard. My mother straightened her clothes, picked up her small bag, opened the door, glanced at me, and I, understanding, got up and walked out. That night, I told my mother to rest at the guesthouse while I stayed at the hospital. The hospital had a rule that only one family member could stay in the ward, so my mother had to listen to me and get a good night's sleep. Junjun could already talk and chat, and although he occasionally felt unwell, he could still manage. He sat by the bed with me, happily reaching out his hand. I quickly took his little hand and whispered that in a while he would be able to get out of bed, and he wouldn't have to do dialysis anymore. He could run and jump like his friends, and grow up to be chubby and tall. Junjun looked at me with expectant eyes and nodded vigorously. A nurse came over to remind me that the patient should rest and talk less. I nodded and then told Junjun to sleep so he could get better faster and go home sooner. Hearing that he could go home sooner, Junjun obediently closed his eyes and fell asleep. I could only leave the ward and squeeze onto a bench by the door with a few other family members. The next morning, my mother arrived very early, bringing me steaming hot buns and a large cup of soy milk. I sat on a wooden chair in the corridor eating, while my mother wiped Junjun's face and hands. His food, specially prepared by a nurse, would be brought to him later; it was light yet nutritious. He wouldn't be able to eat normal food for a few more days. As I finished eating, my mother came over and sat beside me, telling me to go back to our home in the county that day. She said
Junjun's condition had stabilized, and he had survived the most dangerous days. My grandfather was getting old and couldn't be overworked, so I could go back and work while helping him with the house arrangements. I agreed, and left after Junjun's attending physician came to check on him.
When Dr. Liu arrived, he looked at Junjun eating his special food and nodded to my mother and me, indicating that his condition was good. I chatted with Dr. Liu at the door for a few minutes, carefully inquiring about Junjun's condition. He told me that he should be able to be discharged in about two weeks. Generally, kidney transplant patients can be discharged in about 20 days, but they need to have checkups every few days after discharge, strictly control their diet, and most importantly, take medication to prevent rejection. I silently memorized Dr. Liu's words, for future reference.
Thirteen
Back in the county town, I asked my grandfather if we had found a house. He said not yet, but he guessed it would be soon, because five groups of people had come to view the property between yesterday and this morning, four of whom were brought by real estate agents. He said that based on his experience, a suitable buyer would be found soon, as he had sold two houses before. I told my grandfather that I needed to find a new place to live quickly, to rent a place first, because it was impossible to find a suitable house so soon. My grandfather smiled and told me that he had already settled things a few days ago, but hadn't told me.
It turned out that a group of old friends and neighbors of his had all offered their help after hearing about our situation.
Some helped promote the sale of the house, while others arranged to rent a new place. One of his old neighbors, surnamed Wu, used to live next door in the old house, but after moving further away, they still often met up to play chess. This grandfather now lived with his son and his family, living a harmonious and happy life. His son was filial and capable, which was enviable, and his daughter-in-law was virtuous and polite, which was also enviable. His son owns a bungalow in a suburban area near the northern part of the city. He bought it a few years ago, hoping it would appreciate in value. He had rented it to several migrant workers before, but the lease expired last month and no one was living there anymore,
so it was convenient for our family to stay temporarily. This county town isn't very big, especially since it's flat in the north-south direction. So, although it's in the northern part of the city, it's not too far from where my mother and I work. Also, Grandpa Wu had already told his son and daughter-in-law that they wouldn't charge rent, which is very important since we're currently short of money. I was very happy to hear my grandfather's description and asked him when we could move in. He said anytime was fine; we just needed to find a suitable buyer and finalize the sale. Then we could move in first and then find a suitable house to buy.
Over the next few days, whenever I had free time, besides keeping an eye on the sale, I secretly started researching the restaurant business. Almost every evening, I would walk around the streets, and twice I even ate at two different restaurants to experience the atmosphere. After a few days, I can say that the results were quite good. I recorded some data and some real customer feedback. When I told my grandfather about all this, he laughed and said I was a very thoughtful child. Actually, ever since I made the suggestion, he'd been asking some old friends to help him assess the situation. He told me about his findings, which were even more detailed and valuable than my notes—truly, experience counts! Grandpa said that after much deliberation, opening a noodle shop seemed the most reliable option.
There weren't many authentic noodle shops in the city, and he was confident he could make it successful. I nodded in agreement, trusting his assessment. The next step was to find a suitable storefront. Grandpa said to put all that aside for now; the most important thing was to sell our current house—we needed the money urgently! Another thing was to start packing up our belongings and hauling them to our new house in the north of the city.
Finally, two days later, Grandpa called me while I was at work, saying a buyer had appeared at a good price, and the buyer wouldn't need a loan and could pay quickly. He told me to go to the city immediately to bring my mother back, because only she had the right to sign the contract, as the deed was in her name. I put down the phone, quickly finished my work, said goodbye to my boss, and rushed home to change clothes before heading to the city.
When I saw my mother, I told her what had happened. She was quite happy, gave me a few instructions, and then spoke briefly with Junjun before leaving the hospital to return to the county town. Before leaving, she told me her phone was broken and gave it to me to get fixed, while she took my phone and switched the SIM card. After my mother left, I saw Junjun resting quietly, so I told the nurse I'd go get my mother's phone repaired. The phone didn't have any major problems; it
just needed a system update at a phone shop.
That evening, I called my mother to ask how things were going. She said the basic details were mostly settled, and tomorrow they'd go to the notary office to discuss some details and get the notarization done, then to the property management department to register the transfer. Fortunately, the other party has a relative who's a minor leader in the property department, which will save them a lot of trouble—that's how it is to have connections in government. My mother said I might have to wait here for two days, and he wouldn't be back until the day after tomorrow at the earliest.
I told her not to worry, I could manage here, and she could get some good sleep tonight. Then I suddenly remembered something: the day I drove to the provincial capital, I bought shorts and a set of underwear for my mother, but due to an unexpected situation, I didn't have time to give them to her. They were still in the top drawer of my wardrobe, so I told her to take them. My mother agreed, asked a few more questions about Junjun's condition, and then hung up.
For the next three days, my mother and I kept in touch by phone to check on each other's situation. Things were fine on my end, and Junjun's condition was improving day by day. My mother, however, was busy running around to various departments. Finally, after the bank transfer, the property transfer was completed, and the property sale was finished. The reason it was done so quickly was because she had a relative working in a key department, which made things very convenient for the other party. Early on the fourth day, my mother arrived in the provincial capital. After arriving at the hospital, she first checked on Junjun, then chatted with the attending physician for a while. Finally, she went to the corridor with me to talk about the situation at home, which was roughly the same as what I had heard over the phone. My mother told me to go back to the county town so that my grandfather and I could move our belongings to the bungalow that Mr. Wu's son lived in in the north of the town, and then slowly look for a suitable storefront. A storefront? I quickly asked my mother if she also agreed to my grandfather and me opening a noodle shop. She nodded, but said we could only find a storefront in the east of the town because similar shops in the west were almost saturated, which was consistent with my observation. My mother also told me about a newly developed area to the east of our house, near the tourism development zone. Construction started last year and it was just completed; they're currently selling apartments there. Some of my grandfather's old friends recommended checking it out, but she hadn't had a chance to see it yet. I knew about that area; the place where I bought medicine for Aunt Qin before the Spring Festival was right next to it, located between the pharmacy and the tourism development zone. It seems I need to take a good look when I get back. If the quality is good, I need to buy quickly, otherwise, good locations will be in high demand and might be gone, especially since it's next to the tourism zone and has unlimited potential.
After lunch, my mother and I ate at a nearby shop and then went to the guesthouse to retrieve my belongings. Before leaving, I took out my phone and returned it to my mother. She hesitated for a moment, then handed it to me, looking like she wanted to say something but couldn't. I asked her if something was wrong.
While inserting her own SIM card, she whispered, "Don't do those bad things, it's bad for your health..."
I was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood. A chill ran down my spine, and I missed the SIM card insertion, taking three tries before finally getting it in. Suddenly, I remembered a video on my phone—
a few clips of Zhang Yang and his mother in my guesthouse. I had completely forgotten about it when I gave my phone to my mother that day, because I hadn't watched the video myself for a while. Now that my mother was talking about it, I immediately understood what she meant.
"That...that wasn't recorded by me, it was recorded by Zhang Yang himself," I whispered to my mother.
"Zhang Yang? Recorded it? You mean…" My mother suddenly raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "What did you say?
What did you all do? Tell me!" My gentle and quiet mother's face suddenly turned stern; I had never seen her so harsh.
I lowered my head in a panic and stammered out the details. Finally, I said, "It wasn't related to him at all. I just saw it on the computer and copied it out of curiosity…" I didn't dare look up at my mother's face; her beautiful yet unusually cold face kept flashing before my eyes.
The small room was eerily quiet. I didn't hear my mother's voice for about a minute. I slowly looked up and saw my mother staring blankly, as if she was thinking about something.
"Mom, don't be angry. I've deleted it all! I'll listen to you."
"Yes, delete it. Delete all of that. Don't let anyone see it, and don't mention it to anyone else." My mother's voice had softened. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. I had never thought I would be so afraid of my mother when she was angry…
That afternoon, I returned to the county town. I only briefly said goodbye to my grandfather before heading to the repair shop. My coworkers were all asking me what had happened, and I told them the truth. Then I changed into my work clothes and got back to work. After all, I had missed several days, and the boss wasn't unhappy at all, so I had to be fair to him. After get off work, I went straight to the new residential area my mother had mentioned. It wasn't far from the factory where I worked, and the entrance to the tourist area was less than 100 meters away. I saw that several properties had already been bought and were under renovation, and even a supermarket had opened. I looked around and saw a large glass door locked with a large padlock. There was a "For Sale" sign on the door, along with the sales office's phone number and address. I saw that the address was on the far west side of the new buildings, so I wandered around the area for a bit before heading back to the sales office. When I got there, I saw two young women in uniforms closing the automatic sliding door; it seemed they had finished get off work. I went up and greeted them. The two women, hearing I was inquiring about apartments, became interested and gave me a brief introduction from outside. I got straight to the point and asked about the shop I'd been looking at earlier,
inquiring if it was available for rent. After listening to my description for a while, they realized which shop I meant and told me it wasn't for rent. They explained that the developer was eager to cash out and wasn't renting out shops; the shops here were all two-story apartments. The one I'd inquired about was 170 square meters and cost approximately 900,000 yuan. I nodded and then asked if it would be cheaper if I paid cash upfront, not with a loan. Their eyes lit up, and
they quickly agreed. I nodded and asked for their business cards, saying I needed to go back and discuss it with my family before looking at other apartments. The two women, probably recognizing a wealthy man in disguise, immediately pulled the sliding door back up, opened the glass door, went inside, and pulled out two business cards, warmly telling me to contact them if I needed anything. Of course I knew that the salary for this real estate sales job was tied to sales performance. If I could sell so many large houses, my bonus this month would definitely be substantial.
Back home—no, it should be my temporary residence—I saw my grandfather waiting for me to come back for dinner, packing some things; there were bags and boxes scattered everywhere. During dinner, my grandfather said that we couldn't take all this stuff to the bungalows in the north of the city. He had an old friend with a spare garage, so he could pack up some things and send them there, like sofas and movable furniture, and leave them there until we bought the new house. I nodded and told my grandfather that I had looked at houses there and found one I liked. My grandfather smiled and said he could probably guess which one I liked; he had been there yesterday, and the price wasn't low, but the location was good. I said the price wasn't low, but the location was good, so we had to hurry, or someone else would snatch it up first. My grandfather said he had given my mother his phone number, and she said to let my grandfather decide; she trusted his judgment.
"Then let's find a moving company tomorrow morning to move our things out of here, and then go see the house in the afternoon!" I said excitedly.
"You really are like your mother, so impatient. Don't go tomorrow, wait two more days. Don't worry, if someone wanted to buy such a good location, they would have reserved it when it was still a shell. Look at the ones that have already opened, they were all pre-sale apartments. This place is too big; most people can't fit two-story apartments in one place. If you just went today and go see the house tomorrow, they'll definitely know you're in a hurry, and then the price will be hard to negotiate. Everyone in the city knows the owner is eager to cash out, so don't give the impression that we're in a rush. Wait two days!"
I was stunned by my grandfather's idea, realizing what it meant to be young and inexperienced. Old ginger is spicier, no way!
The next
morning at 5:30, my grandfather and I found a moving company, moved what needed to be moved, sealed what needed to be sealed, and then transported them to their respective locations. The repair shop workers knew it was moving day, so they all got up early to help before work, which sped things up considerably, much to the delight of the moving company. Three trucks were loaded. I took one truck to transport essentials to the bungalow in the north of the city, where we tidied up and put things away. My grandfather took the other two trucks to transport some sealed items to a friend's garage for temporary storage. The workers declined my offer to treat them to a meal and went out to eat together before heading to work.
The bungalow was over 60 square meters, with a small courtyard enclosed by a wall, totaling about 200 square meters.
The interior was in the style of 1990s furniture, with the entrance on the south side. A corridor less than 2 meters wide divided the house into east and west sides. The east side was further divided into a kitchen on the north side and a bedroom on the south side, while the west side was divided into a small square hall on the south side and a small bedroom on the north side. The only thing in the small bedroom was a metal double bed,
which was basically just a bed frame; there was nothing else. I had the movers carry two single wooden beds into the large bedroom in the east, and put a double mattress on the metal bed in the small bedroom in the west. A mattress on a metal bed looked a bit odd, mainly because it made the bed seem a bit too high. These kinds of beds are basically just beds with blankets laid on top; I couldn't worry about that too much, as long as it was comfortable to sleep on, who cared about aesthetics?
Then I placed two small cabinets next to each bed in both bedrooms, with bedside lamps on top, and then a wardrobe in each bedroom, with clothes hanging on top and blankets underneath…
I thought I could finish in one morning, but after the movers carried everything inside and left, I was busy tidying up and organizing, and I wasn't finished until after noon. My grandfather then brought over some food and said that everything was arranged over there, and we would be staying here from today. While I was eating, my grandfather called my mother to let her know that everything was settled here. My mother said that Junjun was able to get out of bed and his complexion was improving; he wouldn't need to stay in the hospital for long, but he would still need to have a check-up once a week after discharge. My grandfather was on speakerphone, and I could hear clearly. My mother's voice sounded calm and relaxed, unlike the anxiety she had shown a few days ago.
After hanging up, my grandfather asked me what to do with the computers that had been sealed up and brought over, as well as some old items that were still in the old house's living room. I said there were about a dozen computers. The three that my mother and I usually used had slightly higher specifications, and the rest were some computers in the guest rooms on the second floor. These computers weren't very high-end, and I thought I'd try posting them on local websites and online forums first, selling them to people who needed them. I'd sell whatever I could, and then the rest could only be sold to the people who assembled the computers. As for the old items, I'd give away what I could, and sell the rest as scrap.
I told my grandfather to ask his old friends if anyone needed those things and if they didn't mind.
After dinner, I went to the supermarket in the city and bought two hot water bottles. These weren't the kind used for warming hands and beds in winter, but rather large, soft plastic bags with a small rubber opening at the top, a water pipe at the bottom, and a simple spray nozzle. They were simple "natural solar water heaters" meant to be placed outdoors in the sun in the summer to heat the water for showering. Since this bungalow didn't have a bathroom, it was good that it was summer, so
these could be used as a substitute. In a corner of the fence, I used canvas to create an enclosed space, then used wooden planks to build two cement tiles (the tiles were from the original yard). I placed the two water bottles on the tiles, and ran the shower hose from under the water bottles into the enclosed space. I laid two footstools at the bottom of the space, and finally, with my grandfather's help, filled both large water bottles with water. A makeshift bathroom was ready! Don't underestimate these water bottles;
one can easily hold 200 jin (100 kg) of water. If used sparingly, these two are enough for our whole family to shower for two days. I first learned about these bags when I visited a colleague living in the countryside back in the south. The other day, I saw them at the free market, and they were even bigger than the ones I'd seen before.
My grandfather told me that when he was young and lived in these single-story houses, they didn't have these water bags. They used an old truck tire filled with water and glued a hose to the bottom. It works on the same principle as these water bags – the water temperature is naturally raised by the sun. He said the water from these bags gets very hot when the temperature is high, so you have to be careful with the temperature when washing. I found all of this quite fascinating… In the
following days, we began living in the single-story houses. I went to work in the eastern district every morning.
During this time, with my grandfather's help, we negotiated a deal for a two-story, 180-square-meter shop. When signing the sales contract, I went to the provincial capital to bring my mother back to the county town – such an important matter required her presence. The mother said she would renovate after Junjun was released. She knew a small construction company that did renovation work, a company she had known with Junjun's father before. The renovation of the building above was done by this group of people.
During this time, another thing happened: Xiao Wu left to go to Shenzhen to stay with Zhang Yang. Before leaving, we had a drink together as a farewell. This event had a positive impact on me. My boss took the initiative to talk to me and doubled my wages. Actually, I had expected this, because I was now doing heavy manual labor. Even if he hadn't raised my wages, I would have asked for one. Xiao Wu's departure stimulated my boss's thinking.
On the day of the raise, I called my mother to tell her the good news. In addition to being happy for me, she also told me something else. Dr. Liu had contacted his old classmate at the county hospital and arranged for Jun to come back to the county hospital for regular checkups. He had already sent over all the indicators, so my mother and Jun wouldn't have to stay in a hotel there for the checkups every five to seven days. Dr. Liu said that for these regular tests, only hospitals that perform kidney dialysis have the data for comparison, so there shouldn't be any problems. Previously, it was through the cooperation between these two hospitals that Jun was able to find a suitable kidney donor in time.
"So you and Junjun will be back soon?" I asked excitedly.
"We'll go back the day after tomorrow after our first post-discharge test," my mother's voice was also filled with joy.
"I'll drive to pick you up!"
Two days later, in the afternoon, I took half a day off and drove my family's small truck to the provincial capital. The reason I borrowed my boss's car again was because I was too embarrassed to ask. I had already taken enough days off recently, and I didn't want to push my luck by borrowing another car. Our small truck was more than enough. Although it was a bit slow, it was quite comfortable to drive, after all, it was only a little over a year old
. On the way back, I hummed a song, feeling much better. I kept looking at Junjun, whose complexion had improved and who had gained weight, and then at my mother's smiling face. I hadn't been this happy in months. While queuing at the highway toll booth, I saw Junjun already lazily asleep on my mother's lap. My mother tidied her hair behind her ear and turned to look out the window. On a whim, I leaned over and kissed the cheek of my mother closest to me, then quickly sat up straight. My mother touched her cheek, then gently pinched my face, scolding, "You naughty child again, drive carefully!"
The most excited person today was my grandfather. This was the first time he'd seen Junjun in almost a month. Seeing that Junjun had gained weight after his major surgery and had the healthy glow of a newborn, my grandfather was moved to tears,
kissing Junjun's little face tenderly. He then personally cooked a welcome-home meal—dumplings for the journey, noodles for the return. Our family gathered together in this temporary new home for a reunion dinner. While eating, my mother told us some things I hadn't known these past few days. She said that when they were discharged from the hospital, they wanted to treat Dr. Liu and several other doctors to a meal to express their gratitude, but the doctors all declined. Finally, Dr. Liu revealed the truth: the main reason everyone cared for and looked after our family was because they were moved by my mother's great and kind maternal love. When they learned that my mother was only the little boy's stepmother and that the boy's father had passed away, they were all deeply impressed by her character.
In the days that followed, besides diligently following the doctor's orders to take Junjun to the hospital for checkups every few days, my mother was busy renovating the new house. I could only try to help her transport the necessary renovation materials whenever I had time. After careful consideration, my mother decided to renovate only the first floor into a noodle shop, and the second floor into a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, with a small study specifically for Junjun. She felt that 90 square meters was enough for the noodle shop; after deducting the 30 square meters occupied by the kitchen and counter,
the remaining space could be filled with tables and chairs, enough to serve more than 30 people at the same time, which was sufficient to meet the needs of customers. The layout of the second floor apartment was basically the same as the original apartment, except that the bedrooms were much smaller. In addition to the master bedroom facing the sun, the other two secondary bedrooms no longer had their own bathrooms; instead, there was a shared bathroom and shower room in the living room.
After this experience, I realized that renovation is really not a simple matter; it would be an exaggeration to describe it as extremely stressful. My mother and grandfather work long hours, leaving me to pick up Junjun from school. No matter how busy I am, I make sure Junjun is comfortable and happy every day. Thankfully, Junjun is very sensible and obedient, which is our greatest comfort. Junjun is recovering very well, which is also related to our willingness to spend money on good medicine for him.
In just over 40 days, we've noticed that Junjun has grown taller and become much stronger. In these 40
days, the new house is basically finished, and even the necessary tools for opening a noodle shop are ready. We're just waiting for the air quality test; if it's up to standard, we can open for business. This test took almost 10 days to pass. Our family celebrated that day and then started planning the next step: opening for business. My mother has connections in the business administration department, so the business license didn't have much trouble, but it still took almost a week to process.
On August 16th, our noodle shop had its soft opening. Relatives and friends all came to support us and helped distribute flyers and do some promotion. We then held a three-day low-price promotion, which was very successful. After four days, we found that we had a stable customer base and were starting to get on track. We hired a head chef, who was actually an honest man who had apprenticed with my grandfather years ago. After all, my grandfather was getting old and we couldn't let him do the heavy lifting, so he could only provide guidance. We
also hired a waiter. My mother officially resigned from her job to manage the noodle shop business.
That day, my mother and I worked very late. I drove the small truck, whistling all the way, towards the bungalow area in the north of the city. My mother smiled at me from time to time. This distance was only a little over two miles, just a few minutes' drive. Just as I was about to turn the corner and reach the gate of that small courtyard, my phone suddenly rang. I didn't stop, but quickly turned the corner and stopped a dozen meters inside the courtyard gate. My mother got out of the car, and as I took out the car keys, I took out my phone and glanced at the number. It was the foreman from the repair shop. I thought to myself that there must be some last-minute work requiring overtime again. I answered the phone without moving from the car.
"Foreman! Is there any work requiring overtime?"
"No." The foreman said two words and seemed to sigh, then fell silent.
"What's wrong, foreman?"
"Oh, yes, yes." The foreman was silent for a moment before saying, "I went to the station today to see someone off to see Xiao Wu."
"Xiao Wu?" I got out of the car. "Didn't he just go to Shenzhen not long ago? You're not mistaken?"
"No, we were just talking. He's back, he came back today! Something happened there!"
"Huh? What happened?" I stood at the gate, sensing something was wrong. The foreman rarely called unless it was work-related, so this call about something happening must be serious.
The squad leader was silent for a moment before saying, "Zhang Yang is dead!"
My mind went blank when I heard those words, and I shouted, "What did you say? Say it again!"
"Zhang Yang, dead! Car accident… He was on a field assignment on the night of the 11th, repairing a broken-down BMW for an old client on the roadside. He was hit from behind by an out-of-control traffic enforcement vehicle. Xiao Wu was just approaching
when he saw the car crash, but it was too late to shout…"
I was stunned, and it took me a while to recover. I took a few deep breaths before asking, "What about Zhang Yang…
?"
"Zhang Yang's mother is handling the funeral arrangements and hasn't figured things out yet… Xiao Wu is terrified. He said that the field assignment was supposed to be his, but he skipped it at the last minute. Zhang Yang called him and went by himself.
So he can't stand seeing car repair tools anymore and doesn't want to do this anymore. After getting his license, he ran back home, saying he wanted to drive a taxi in a while. It seems he's really shaken."
"Oh."
We both fell silent after that. I don't know if he hung up or not, but I turned off my phone.
When I went inside, I almost bumped into my mother who was coming out to empty the vegetable washing water. I didn't hear what she said, and
went straight into the master bedroom and lay down on the bed. My mind was foggy for a long time, constantly thinking about what the class monitor had said on the phone. Suddenly, I remembered I should call Xiao Wu, so I immediately dialed his number.
Xiao Wu started crying as soon as he answered the phone, recounting Zhang Yang's story in broken sentences, repeating the same things over and over. I could only offer a few words of comfort. I wanted to scold him for not coming back with Zhang Yang's mother after handling the funeral arrangements, leaving a woman to bear everything alone—it seemed unfair. But hearing his condition, I knew he was truly in distress, so I didn't say anything more. After hanging up, I was still unsettled. My mother came over and asked what was wrong. I told her what had happened. She was also quite shocked, repeatedly telling me to be careful in the future and that I no longer wanted to go to the south; I wanted to stay home!
The next day at work, my colleagues were all discussing Zhang Yang's situation privately, sighing with regret.
At lunchtime, I received a phone call. It was a woman's voice on the other end, and after asking around for a while, I realized it was Zhang Yang's mother, Aunt Cong! This surprised me, and I quickly asked where she was and if something was wrong.
"I found your number in Yangyang's phone. I know he used to be your closest friend... Now I really can't find anyone to help me..."
"Auntie, please tell me what's wrong!"
"Could you come to Shenzhen... Yangyang's situation is a bit complicated. The person who caused the accident doesn't want to pay the compensation offered, and they're trying to bully me because I'm a woman. I wanted to ask people from my hometown for help, but because I just remarried, all the uncles and elders in Yangyang's family are making excuses to refuse. My husband's family is also going through a major crisis, so they can't come..." At this point, Aunt Cong broke down in tears.
My heart ached. I could feel the agony of a woman who had lost her son, all alone and helpless. I firmly agreed: "Okay, I'll go! Don't worry, things will be resolved."
...
That afternoon, I asked my boss for seven days off. My boss, sympathizing with Yangyang's situation, approved it without saying anything. When I got home, I told my mother and grandfather about it, and they supported my decision to go. But what good could I possibly do if I went? Finally, my grandfather gave me a suggestion:
if things didn't go smoothly after I got there, I should try contacting reporters from newspapers and television stations. These days, many people aren't afraid of anything, just news reports. I nodded, but I already had my own plans. At 7:20 PM on August 22nd, my plane landed at Shenzhen Airport. I got off the plane with a heavy, complicated feeling, and then took a car straight to the hotel Aunt Cong had mentioned.
It was a small hotel, unremarkable from the outside, but clean and well-furnished inside. Aunt Cong was waiting for me outside; this dignified and beautiful mother looked haggard. We went into her room together. After that, Aunt Cong recounted the incident again, still weeping as she spoke. I only offered comfort and shared some of my thoughts. Afterwards, I went to the front desk and booked a room opposite Aunt Cong's. That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, lamenting the loss of my friend and pondering how to handle the situation. The perpetrator was from the traffic police. The next morning, Aunt Cong and I went to the traffic police brigade. We encountered the same attitude Aunt Cong had described: they were adamant, only willing to offer minimal compensation, and gave a string of excuses, claiming they were part of the traffic police brigade and knew exactly how to handle such matters. They told us to wait for their decision. Aunt Cong and I had a big argument with them, but it was to no avail. Finally, I pulled Aunt Cong out of the traffic police station. Outside, I expressed my thoughts: I would spread the truth online to attract public attention. This was a last resort; they had forced us to escalate the situation. Without hesitation, I called my mother and asked her to contact Aunt Qin, who was abroad, to help contact some well-known celebrities in China, as I knew she had dealt with many such people in her previous industry. The main goal was for these people to share my message; their extensive online networks would quickly generate attention. Then I had Cong write down the whole story (she's a middle school teacher, so writing this was easy for her), and I posted it on Weibo… The celebrity effect was truly remarkable. Several people Aunt Qin found quickly forwarded the message, and within two hours, the story had spread online. People even contacted the official Weibo accounts of various Shenzhen government departments. In short, the traffic police and public security officers contacted us the following afternoon, and government officials mediated, finally managing to negotiate terms. Ultimately, things were handled officially, and we received a satisfactory response thanks to their so-called "special green channel." Three days later, everything was settled, and Zhang was cremated. Aunt Cong temporarily placed her son's ashes in a memorial hall, saying that they would later be placed in a cemetery in the county town, and then Zhang Yang's younger brother would come to Shenzhen to bring his brother back for burial. Aunt Cong explained that in her hometown, there's a custom that women cannot carry out funeral rites or burials for their family members. Zhang Yang's younger brother is a senior in high school, about to take the college entrance exam next year. Aunt Cong wanted to tell him about this after his exam break so he could bring his brother back. I understood; after all, the living must look forward. She had lost one son, and she couldn't let her other son's studies and future be affected by this. Aunt Cong and I boarded the plane again, arriving at the provincial airport after 8 PM. We ate something simple at a small shop outside the airport and then looked for a place to stay. Hotels near the airport were easy to find, but two were full. The third had only one room left, so Aunt Cong said we should stay there. I was a little confused as to why so many people were staying in the hotels. When I asked the hotel owner, he mysteriously told us that there were more than just airport guests; less than two miles away were two universities and an art school. And today was Qixi Festival (Chinese Valentine's Day), a Saturday, so there were many people booking rooms. Ah, it was Qixi Festival! I suddenly understood and couldn't help but chuckle. There was only one double bed and one bathroom in the room. I put down my things and lay down on the bed fully clothed, because it was too hot. Aunt Cong went to the bathroom to wash up. I vaguely remember that Aunt Cong later lay down on the bed fully clothed as well. Late at night, I was awakened by a sobbing sound and the bed shaking. I got up and turned on the light, and saw Cong lying on the bed crying. I wanted to go over and comfort her, but I was also overcome with grief and started to cry myself. I suddenly realized that she had been holding back her sadness for many days and was finally letting it all out after returning to the provincial capital. After a while, she calmed down a little and sat up. I took some tissues and handed them to her, and sat down next to her. "I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself," Aunt Cong said apologetically, her eyes red. I shook my head, reached out and hugged her, and said to her, "Auntie, it's okay to cry!" Aunt Cong hesitated for a moment, then reached out and hugged me back, and then burst into tears again, even hitting me hard, while calling out Zhang Yang's name. Finally, she kissed me on the face, and I, as if possessed, reciprocated. Our lips intertwined, and in a frenzy, the bed shook violently. I was soon completely naked, my restless penis erect. Aunt Cong's white blouse and green long coat had fallen to the floor. Like a ravenous beast, I ripped off her bra and threw it to the ground, revealing her slightly sagging, full breasts. My fiery mouth devoured them. A naked man and woman lay on the bed, entwined even more. When my fingers parted Aunt Cong's wet, fleshy lips, she seemed to awaken, pushing me away. I didn't give her the chance, instead lowering myself to kiss her, my tongue tearing through her labia, greedily sucking. Her body trembled as she lay back on the bed, surrendering to my advances.

"Mmm! Ah..." Aunt Cong let out an alluring moan, one hand gripping the sheet tightly, the other stroking my hair. I knelt up and positioned myself between her snow-white, plump legs, straightening my thick, erect penis and thrusting into her wet opening. The glistening glans broke through her vulva, accompanied by a fiery pleasure, disappearing beneath a tuft of dark hair—my penis was inside Aunt Cong's vagina. I knew I had fucked my friend's mother, a forbidden feeling compounded by my lust. I held Aunt Cong's legs tightly in my arms, leaned forward slightly, then slammed my hips down heavily, completing my first fucking of Aunt Cong. A pleasurable sensation enveloped my penis and spread outwards. I couldn't wait and thrust wildly dozens of times, my hips slamming against Aunt Cong's ample buttocks, making seductive "slap slap slap..." sounds, mingling with the woman's panting moans and groans, echoing endlessly in the small room. Aunt Cong's vagina was flowing smoothly, my penis moving in and out, shouting with pleasure! Was this the kind of dignified and voluptuous mature woman I had been longing for? Compared to Aunt Qin's radiant beauty, Aunt Cong possessed a more dignified and serious air,
yet she remained shy and alluring, feigning resistance while being fucked. My mind involuntarily drifted to what my mother, Jiang Mingna, must have been like when being fucked. A thought flashed through my mind, and my penis seemed to harden even more, so I thrust my hips forward, pushing deeply into her vagina. I changed my stance, holding Aunt Cong's legs tightly with one hand and placing them on my right shoulder,
while my other hand reached for her breasts, which were erect with excitement, and began to caress and knead them.
Aunt Cong gripped the bed tightly with one hand, while the other involuntarily covered her mouth, her head rising and falling with varying moans, her long hair, which had been tied in a bun at the back of her head, becoming disheveled. I increased the speed of my thrusts, and Aunt Cong's body swayed gently on the bed, emitting uncontrollable moans. Those sounds excited me even more,
and my lower body involuntarily thrust harder. Suddenly, I felt an uncontrollable tingling sensation spreading from my penis. Ignoring everything else, I frantically thrust my hips, letting out a low growl, and released my semen, ejaculating deep into Aunt Cong's slippery vagina.
I released her, collapsing behind her, panting heavily. After catching my breath, I got up and rinsed off in the bathroom, then grabbed a hot towel and climbed back onto the bed to wipe Aunt Cong's body.
Aunt Cong, however, pulled the blanket over her head, leaving most of her body exposed. I could clearly see a wet stain on the sheet around her buttocks. I quickly tore off a tissue, folded it, and stuffed it between her buttocks and into her genitals, where it was even more wet and sticky. I tentatively used a towel to wipe her back as she lay on her side,
from her shoulder to her full hips and thighs. I gently wiped, and suddenly I noticed that her back and the blanket covering her head were trembling slightly. She was clearly crying again.
"Auntie...you're crying again." I was a little flustered, so I stopped and slowly lay down myself. I lay there quietly for a while, then slowly turned over and covered both of us with the blanket. I reached out and hugged Aunt Cong from behind, whispering, "Auntie, are you feeling better now? Don't keep it inside, it'll make you feel bad..."
"Yes, Xiaofeng, thank you..." These were the words Aunt Cong finally uttered after a while, her back to me.
I didn't know if she was thanking me for my comforting words, or for the pleasure I, as a man, had given her at this moment. Maybe it was both. Actually, I understood that the reason she was in that state just now was because she was grieving and wanted to relive a secret past with her son, Zhang Yang. Perhaps at one point, her mind was not clear, and
she mistook me for Zhang Yang. When people are heartbroken and empty, sex becomes a way to regain a sense of existence.
My hands unconsciously reached around from behind, caressing Aunt Cong's slightly protruding belly, gradually moving upwards to her full breasts. Her mature body intoxicated me, and my lower body once again rose proudly. Aunt Cong grabbed my hand and whispered, "No, Xiao Feng. I... at my age, doing this with you is embarrassing..."
I kissed her shoulder while breathing heavily in her ear, saying, "Auntie, don't think too much, just relax for once!" At the same time, my hand suddenly slipped between her tightly crossed legs,
finding a patch of wet grass, and gently caressing the small protrusion at its edge.
Aunt Cong frantically tried to grab my hand, but my fingers had already completely occupied the target area, and she could only offer slight resistance with heavy breathing. Without much foreplay, our desire reignited, burning even more intensely than before. I remained lying on my side, pressing my erect penis against Aunt Cong's vulva from behind. I whispered in her ear, "Auntie, I'm coming!" With that, I thrust my hips forward, rowing my boat! I wrapped my arms around her ample waist and gently pulled her back, causing her buttocks to protrude downwards and backwards. She cooperated as I had anticipated, and my penis once again smoothly entered her flesh. We both let out soft moans almost simultaneously. I swayed my hips and abdomen behind her, vigorously plowing, my long spear plunging straight into the heart of her wetness with each thrust, even making the wet, sticky sounds of our lips intertwining.
"Auntie, just now I was fucking you in place of Zhang Yang, now it's me, I'm fucking you myself!"
I said excitedly, panting heavily in her ear.
"Ah... Yangyang... no... ah!"
"Zhang Yang fucked you, I know! It's nothing, I'll also tell you a secret of mine, I also want to fuck my mother!" As I spoke, my thrusts became even more forceful.
Only men and women caught in the throes of lust would utter such unexpected and shameless words.
After thrusting in and out hundreds of times, I whispered in Aunt Cong's ear, "Let's change positions," and immediately withdrew my penis. I laid her face down on the bed, pressed myself against her, and thrust into her again from behind. Aunt Cong's buttocks were full, firm, and incredibly elastic. I thrust down and moved with all my might, the bed creaking with each stroke. Cong had now opened her gates of lust, responding to my passion with abandon. Her head rose and she cried out,
"Ah... um... ah! Xiao Feng... it's coming, ah!"
Hearing this, I immediately stood up, wrapped my arms around Aunt Cong's waist, and lifted her into a kneeling position. Then, I immediately thrust into her again from behind. The sight of a man's penis entering and withdrawing from a woman's wet and dripping vulva was so clear to my eyes. I was excited to the extreme, like a wild horse that had gone mad, galloping wildly! "Ah...
Xiaofeng, ah... I can't take it anymore... ah!" Aunt Cong suddenly collapsed onto the bed, her vagina trembling and sucking at my glans. I held her ample buttocks tightly, turned the motor up full speed, and thrust wildly until I reached my climax!
"Ah!"
I cried out, then collapsed onto her back...
a thrilling battle of flesh came to an end!
Sixteen
Aunt Cong and I parted ways at the provincial capital's train station. She boarded a direct bus back to her small town. Watching the bus slowly pull away from the station, I was filled with mixed emotions. I thought that from now on, all information related to Zhang Yang would probably disappear completely from my life. I didn't know if I would ever see Aunt Cong again, but that night's pleasure would be something I would remember for the rest of my life!
I took a long-distance bus home in a daze, took a shower, and then slept soundly until late at night. I went downstairs, where several tables of diners were already seated. I joined in, grabbed a bowl of noodles and a side dish, and started eating at a corner table—I was starving.
"Slow down! You look like you haven't eaten in days!" My mother, who had just finished settling the bill for a table, sat down next to me and
said softly, "You came back and went straight to sleep, didn't even ask how things went?"
After finishing the last drop of soup, I wiped my mouth and nodded to my mother. "Everything went smoothly, nothing's wrong."
I noticed my mother was wearing a white sleeveless undershirt, with a sheer eagle-tail cardigan over it, and denim shorts. Her full breasts and long, white legs were so eye-catching that I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. I whispered, "Mom,
do these jeans I bought fit?"
"Oh, they're alright," my mother replied softly.
I whispered in her ear, "Did you wear the inner one? Is it okay?"
My mother gently tugged at my ear, looked around, and whispered a scolding, "You're so disrespectful!" Then she went to the counter.
I resumed my normal work life. I would return home at 5 pm and help out at the noodle shop,
as it was lunchtime and busy with customers. My mother said that noon was the busiest time, followed by evening.
Therefore, our family usually only gathered together for a meal in the morning. I liked to sit opposite my mother at mealtimes. I enjoyed watching her eat; even eating was beautiful for a beautiful woman. I would often stare at her for a while before eating my own. At first, my mother would act as if nothing was wrong, but one time, when my grandfather and Jun weren't at the table, she suddenly tapped my hand with her chopsticks. "What's wrong with you? What are you looking at? Your mother doesn't have flowers on her face!"
I laughed and said, "Prettier than flowers!"
"You child! Are you infatuated?" My mother seemed to realize her words were inappropriate, and a blush spread across her face.
"You guessed it, I said I'm a fangirl! Mom, I've fallen for you!" I boldly confessed, then went upstairs. As I turned around, I saw my mother staring at me blankly.
That evening, my mother suddenly asked if I was free that weekend, suggesting I meet someone—a girl about my age, said to be her friend's daughter, well-behaved and pretty… Before she could finish, I knew her intention and interrupted her: "I'm not free, and I don't want to meet any little girl!"
My mother seemed surprised by my strong emotions and froze for a moment. I took the opportunity to slip back to my room. But the next morning at breakfast, my mother brought up the matter of introducing me to a girlfriend again. Of course, I understood her intention, and I said somewhat impatiently, "Don't worry about it, I'll just go to Shenzhen in a few days!"
With that, I finished my meal and went to work.
At noon, my mother called me, and I found a secluded corner to answer.
"Xiaofeng, you understand what Mom means. I know what you're thinking too."
"I just like you, I want to date you! So what!" I said somewhat defiantly. At times like this, I'm bolder and dare to say anything very bluntly.
"We can't do this... I know some people do this, but even if we could, what would it ultimately amount to?" My mother said urgently, as if reciting a tongue twister.
"How will you know if you don't try? I don't believe there's a man in this world who treats you better than your son!"
My mother was silent for a moment before saying, "Mom will be a haggard old woman in a few years..." "Even if I'm an old lady, I won't mind! Mom, I think you're at your best now, why not have a wonderful romance while you're at your best? Just wait and see, I'll definitely give you the most wonderful experience!" After saying that, I hung up the phone.
That night, before going to bed, my mother came to my room. "The day after tomorrow is Saturday, Xiaofeng, come with me to the temple in Fengshan to burn incense." My mother said to me.
I was stunned for a moment, wondering why we were going to burn incense on a day that wasn't a holiday. My mother said, "First, to fulfill a vow. I went to pray to the Bodhisattva to bless Junjun with good health. Now that Junjun is getting better and better, we should fulfill our vow. Also, I'll get you a fortune stick. You child..."
"You really believe in this! Okay, okay, I'll go." I thought my mother's focus was probably on the latter half of her sentence,
that she wanted the "Bodhisattva" to resolve my confusion. But in my heart, I was plotting how to get the "Bodhisattva" to resolve my mother's confusion.
The next day at work, I was absent-minded. I made two mistakes while repairing the car in the afternoon. The foreman asked me what was wrong, and I just pretended that I had a headache. The foreman looked around and said that there wasn't much work, so I could go home first. I thought about it and nodded in agreement. But after I changed my clothes, I didn't go home. Instead, I took a taxi to the bank to withdraw some money and asked the driver to go straight to "Yuanlu Temple". It was the largest temple in the area, and the incense was quite prosperous. It was most lively on the third day of the third lunar month every year. At this time of year, it wasn't very lively, but there were still a few worshippers coming to burn incense, and devout men and women came to fulfill their vows. The temple was actually located on a hillside beside a reservoir in the tourist area, separated from the ski resort I mentioned earlier by only a pine forest. I wasn't very familiar with the temple's rules, so I could only quietly ask the older women who were also there to pray. Several kind people told me a lot about the taboos and customs. After wandering around for over an hour,
I made up my mind and went into a side hall for divination. As I entered, I saw a mother and daughter bowing to a middle-aged monk. The monk was plump and fair-skinned, with eyes narrowed to the size of coins. I bowed to him, and then, seeing no one to my left, took a wad of cash from my pocket and handed it directly to the plump monk. The monk hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took it, chanting a Buddhist prayer while smiling broadly. I complimented him a few times, saying he looked like a Buddha, and then got straight to the point, asking him for a favor. He agreed, considering the money, as the favor wasn't difficult and, in his view, it was a good deed. Everything was arranged, and I went to the main hall, devoutly prayed to Buddha, offered incense, and threw some money as a donation,
then left feeling quite pleased with myself.
A day later. That night before bed, my mother told my grandfather that she would take Junjun and me to Yuanlu Temple to offer incense the next day. My grandfather said it was time to go; he had made a vow for Junjun long ago and it was time to fulfill it. Then my grandfather said he had found a new waiter who could start work tomorrow. She was the child of a relative of an old friend in the countryside; he had met her in his spare time, and she seemed honest and hardworking. The idea of hiring a waiter had been brought up two days after the opening, but it was only now being implemented, mainly because it was difficult to find suitable people. Those in the city either demanded high salaries or were cunning and shrewd. Finally, they had found a suitable one. My mother said that although they were from the countryside, we shouldn't bully them, especially since they were introduced by my grandfather's friend. We should give them whatever money we were owed, and if they did a good job, we'd get even more. I was secretly happy about this; having waiters would make things much easier for my mother and grandfather.
Saturday was cloudy and a bit muggy. It was late August, and the weather shouldn't be so scorching anymore, but today it was quite hot. I was driving our small truck, with my mother and Junjun sitting in the passenger seat. The space inside the truck felt a bit cramped. I told my mother that we should buy a car sometime, and she said we should wait another year and see if we could get a mid-range or low-end car.
The so-called "fulfilling a vow" was nothing more than giving more money for incense. We followed my mother to pray to Buddha, offered incense, gave money, and left the main hall. As expected, my mother led us into the side hall where we drew lots and consulted Buddha. We were greeted by a plump, white monk. The three of us—mother, son, and I—each drew a lot and then handed it to the monk. The plump monk first interpreted Junjun's lot, saying four words: "A close call, but no real danger." He looked at my fortune stick for a long time and said, "Strange, strange!" He then looked at my mother's fortune stick and said the same thing. Finally, the fat monk said, "This is a mother and child fortune stick. It has no interpretation on its own.
Separating them seems to bring misfortune, but combining them brings good fortune." The fat monk looked at me and suddenly asked, "Who is this female benefactor?" I was taken aback. I thought to myself, "Yesterday I told him I would bring my teacher here... Why is he asking this now?"
But I was afraid my mother would reveal the truth, so I quickly said, "An elder, but..." I winked at the monk, who understood what I meant, and then said, "The two of you are destined to have a connection. Remember to cherish it!"
My mother's face showed confusion and unease. She asked urgently, "Master, what do you mean by connection? What kind of connection?"
The fat monk smiled and said, "Female benefactor, just listen to this young benefactor! If you disobey, it may bring bad luck! I will say more, and the female benefactor will understand." After saying this, the fat monk strode out of the hall. I had given him all the instructions, including the interpretation of the divination slips, so he wouldn't ask too many questions about my relationship with my mother. After saying this, I left, not wanting my mother to ask any more. My mother's expression was uncertain, and it took her a while to lead us out the door.
On the way back, my mother remained silent, her eyes deliberately avoiding mine. I felt a tightness in my chest, or more precisely, a pang of guilt. I had gone too far in deceiving my mother with such cunning, but then I thought, for love, I couldn't care less about that. No matter what, I wouldn't hurt her.
For the rest of the day, I noticed my mother seemed distracted, often lost in thought while collecting money. Luckily, a new waiter had arrived, otherwise, a mistake would have been made. Seeing this, I felt even more guilty. In the evening, I said to my mother, "There aren't many customers tonight, and the waiters are taking care of things. Let me take you for a walk to get some fresh air! You haven't been out much since the noodle shop opened." My mother spoke, and my grandfather said, "Go ahead, you don't seem very happy today. Something on your mind? Go for a walk! Go ahead!"
At my grandfather's urging, my mother and I changed our clothes and went out. I wore a short-sleeved shirt, shorts, and casual shoes,
while my mother wore a light pink knee-length dress and white low-heeled shoes, looking very feminine. We walked west, and the solar streetlights along the road were lit up. People were strolling in twos and threes, or hurrying home after work. My mother and I wandered aimlessly, and I kept pointing out the various attractive light boxes and signs on the roadside stalls, trying to cheer her up. We eventually reached a recreational square
where a group of people were spontaneously dancing to soothing music playing from a player. More and more people were joining in. I pulled my mother along, saying, "Let's dance too!" Ignoring her objections, I dragged her into the dance circle. My
mother, who didn't want to dance, bumped into the dancers twice while trying to break free, and apologized awkwardly before finally joining me. I learned to dance back in the south; I wouldn't say I was good, but I wasn't bad either. My mother, however, was quite skilled. After dancing for a while, she began to quietly give me pointers. I gently held my mother's hand, the smooth feel traveling from my fingertips to my heart, while my other hand rested on her back, the warmth and comfort irresistible. My mother's beautiful face was right before my eyes, and I gazed at her intently, my heart overflowing with joy.
"Who taught you to dance?" my mother asked, visibly relaxed.
"I learned it haphazardly! I learned it to pick up girls back then," I said mischievously.
"You're not learning anything good!" my mother scolded.
"Hehe. I didn't manage to pick up any girls back then, so it was a waste of my time. I never thought it would come in handy now."
"What use?"
I leaned down and whispered in my mother's ear, "To pick up the most beautiful girl ever!"
My mother understood and pinched my arm hard. I winced in pain but endured it without making a sound.
My mother couldn't help but laugh, but my heart was already bursting with joy. I asked my mother, "Did you used to dance often?"
My mother said that she used to sometimes attend social events to promote products, and people would often arrange dance parties or something. She had seriously learned to dance a few times, but she hadn't danced for about half a year. I said, "Now everyone's into square dancing in the square. It's rare to see people dancing like this outdoors." My mother said that she would also join the square dancing group in a few years, and she would soon become a haggard old lady. I quickly said, "You're still so young, and you have decades to
live. Besides, not all square dancers are old ladies!" My mother replied with four words: "Glib tongue!"
After the dance, I pulled my mother to a quiet bench under a tree, where it was dimly lit. Just then, someone selling ice cream and water from a pushcart passed by, so I bought two ice cream cones and one for my mother. After a while, I asked my mother if she often came here. She said she had come once when her husband was alive. I put my arm around her shoulder and said I would come here with her from now on. This place is so nice, a good place to relax, a good place to talk about love. My mother finished the last bite of her ice cream and said, "Go away, who wants to date you? You have no manners." I chuckled and threw the ice cream stick into a trash can behind me. Suddenly, I saw something sweet. I paused for a moment and quickly turned around with my mother to look.
It turned out to be a couple deeply in love, passionately kissing on a bench, oblivious to everyone around them. The woman straddled the man's lap, her upper body upright, tightly embracing him, while the man's hands roamed restlessly over her back and buttocks.
My mother, seeing this, pulled me away from watching, but I held her shoulders to keep her from moving, and we both watched.
My mother didn't want to loudly stop me, so she watched, half-heartedly, her face showing embarrassment.
The couple kissed even more passionately, the man's hands already inside the woman's clothes, kneading her breasts.
I felt a surge of lust, released my mother, and turned away. My mother let out a sigh, then pinched one of her ears as punishment. But as soon as she released her, my lips unexpectedly kissed hers. My mother tried to push me away, but I grabbed her upper body, her hands scratching wildly at my back. My mother tried to tilt her head back to avoid my kiss, but her head was pressed against the back of the chair and she couldn't move any further. I kissed her passionately, sucking on her alluring red lips, my tongue sliding incessantly over her tightly closed lips. Finally, when her teeth loosened slightly, I slipped inside, searching for her fragrant tongue, entwining it with mine.
In that instant, my mother gave up resisting, letting me kiss her wantonly. I could clearly feel my mother's hand slowly moving to my back. My hands, in turn, passionately caressed and stroked my mother's back, then moved to her breasts, kneading her firm breasts. But in that instant, my mother suddenly grabbed my ear, forcing me to loosen my grip in pain, and then pulled away. My mother was slightly out of breath, her face flushed, and she got up and walked away quickly.
I quickly got up and followed.
"Xiao Feng, you went too far! So many people, what if someone saw..." My mother said to me with a slightly reproachful tone as we came out of the side gate of the park.
I linked my arm with my mother's and walked alongside her. "Next time, let's find a secluded spot..." I started to say, but she pinched my arm again. My mother then took the opportunity to break free and hurried forward, her low heels clicking urgently on the pavement. I caught a glimpse of a suppressed smile on her face, and a secret joy welled up inside me. I quickly caught up with her.
When we got home, there weren't many customers left in the noodle shop. My mother didn't linger and went straight upstairs. I stayed in the downstairs hall to help the two waiters and my grandfather clear away the used dishes. About an hour later,
the customers had all left, and the waiters had gone back to their rented rooms. I invited my grandfather to go upstairs to rest, but he said he'd sit there a little longer. It was his habit; he always checked the water, electricity, gas, and the neatly arranged dishes even after everyone else had finished cleaning. I didn't want to bother him and went upstairs first. I took a shower; it was a humid day, and I'd been wanting to take a shower for a while. Near the end of my shower, I heard my grandfather come upstairs and
knock on my mother's door, saying something to her. Since neither my grandfather nor I have a private bathroom in our bedroom,
we share one in the hallway, so I could hear a bit of what was happening outside. I only heard my grandfather talking about things in the room, and my mother mentioning the mattress and such. Someone even chimed in with questions. After
showering, I returned to my room with a large towel wrapped around my waist. I picked up my phone and sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through WeChat and replying to a few posts on my Moments. Just as I was about to turn on my computer to find a movie, someone knocked. My mother's voice sounded outside the door, asking if I was asleep. I quickly opened the door. My mother was wearing a pink bathrobe,
her hair was still wet, and her face was flushed; she had also just showered.
"Xiaofeng, you don't have to work tomorrow, right? Drive to that courtyard house in the north of the city and pick up the things we left there." The courtyard house my mother mentioned was the one we stayed in temporarily while renovating our new house, the one we stayed at with my grandfather's friend.
"What's wrong? Nobody lives there, so why are you rushing to take all that unnecessary stuff?"
"Your grandpa said the owner sold the house, and in two or three days a demolition team will come and tear it down. Someone's building some kind of buying and selling station there, buying up all the bungalows in the area."
"Oh, I see. That'll definitely make a lot of money!" My eyes lit up.
"All you think about is money! Don't forget! I'm afraid I'll forget tomorrow when I'm busy."
I nodded. My mother turned to leave, but I grabbed her hand and hugged her tightly, saying, "I have something to say too." She pulled away slightly and asked what it was. I said what I'd been wanting to tell her all day:
"The monk at the temple today said we were destined to be together, do you believe it? I do!"
My mother, with her back to the door, didn't answer me for a long time. She exuded a captivating fragrance;
her unique feminine scent and warmth wafted towards me through her loose bathrobe. My breathing became unsteady. Unable to wait for her reply, I turned again and kissed her lips, my arms tightly around her waist. My tongue parted her pearly teeth, capturing her sweet, moist tongue. A refreshing minty scent wafted over;
she had just washed up. Finally, my mother slowly responded to my kiss, her sweet tongue entwining with mine, her hands gently caressing my back. My hands, through the bathrobe, caressed her waist and back, the force in my hands growing increasingly intense, uncontrollable with my emotions. I kissed her until she was breathless, then released her, pausing to breathe as I gently kissed her ear and neck. She tilted her head back, panting heavily. I loosened the belt of her bathrobe, revealing the pink front open. Having just bathed and preparing for bed, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts trembled slightly with each breath. My right hand immediately grasped them, and she let out
a soft moan, leaning back abruptly. My left arm tightly encircled her waist as I pulled her forward until her back slammed against the door with a soft thud.
"Xiaofeng…we can't do this…" she gasped softly.
My response was to lean down and suckle one of her breasts, my tongue tracing and licking its firm flesh, while my right hand continued its assault on the other. Her words were drowned out by her increasingly heavy breathing, and her hands involuntarily rested on my head. My left hand, resting on her waist, lifted the hem of her panties and slipped inside, beginning to caress and knead her fleshy buttocks and plump thighs, encased in pink panties.
My mouth slowly moved downwards, tracing the shape of her lower abdomen. Her belly, only slightly protruding from years of yoga practice, was soft and white. I gave her navel a deep kiss, then abruptly slid my lips between her legs, pressing them heavily against the warm, moist center of her body, which I could feel through her pink panties.
"Ah… Feng'er, no… um…" My mother twisted and tried to avoid me, but I held her waist firmly with both hands. The center of her panties was wet with my saliva, revealing a glimpse of her dark pubic hair. As I explored that dark area with my tongue, she, embarrassed and flustered, grabbed my head and pulled it upwards.
I knew I couldn't force her, so I stood up again, throwing off the towel wrapped around my waist. Having just showered and not wearing pants, I was now standing naked before my mother, my genitals erect and throbbing, the purplish-red glans seemingly gleaming under the light. My mother's gaze darted away, her face flushed with embarrassment. I leaned closer, kissing her cheeks and neck, my right hand exploring the wetness between her legs. My fingers could clearly feel the moisture on her vulva, soaking her panties and infiltrating my fingers. Through the fabric, I felt the indentation, and began to explore that spot, causing my mother to let out continuous moans.
But when my hand tried to grab the top edge of her panties to remove this last restraint, she grabbed it.
"Xiaofeng, let's leave it at that… I… I'm not ready yet…" My mother's voice seemed pleading.
I whispered my agreement in my mother's ear, then pleaded, "Mom, please use your hand!"
My mother hesitated, unsure what to do, but her right hand slowly moved down towards my abdomen, withdrawing it the instant it touched my glans. Suddenly, I reached out and grabbed her right hand, placing it on my penis. My mother hesitated slightly before opening her fingers and grasping my thick, firm shaft. A gentle yet real, skin-to-skin pleasure spread from my lower body. I gently thrust my hips, making my penis feel like it was being pulled in my mother's hand. My hand then began to explore my mother's genitals again.
I sucked on my fingers, which were wet with my mother's love juice, and then probed into that secret valley again. This time, I opened the bottom of my mother's panties, less than three fingers wide, and quickly inserted my fingers into her moist labia. My mother trembled slightly and let out a heavy breath. Before she could object again, I inserted my middle finger deeper into the passage beneath her lips, slowly sliding in and feeling the warm, moist lubrication. My mother's hand, gripping my genitals, tightened involuntarily,
letting out a suppressed moan. My fingers gently moved in and out of her body, while I thrust my hips rhythmically, giving my genitals pleasure in her hands. My left hand returned to hers, stroking my genitals, and I whispered in her ear, "Like this." My mother's hand slowly stroked my penis, her head tilting back and forth, her other hand pressed to her lips, suppressing loud moans of pleasure.
My fingers increased the speed of their thrusts within her, where a sweet, moist fluid flowed.
Suddenly, I inserted my index and middle fingers together, and my mother, overwhelmed by pleasure, let out an uncontrollable moan, her hand involuntarily loosening its grip on my penis. I quickly grabbed her hand and placed it back on my genitals,
whispering in her ear, "Faster." Then, I guided her hand to rapidly stroke my penis. Two fingers inside her moved in and out, rotating and probing, while the other three gently caressed the clitoris beneath her smooth labia, stimulating it. That was a woman's most erogenous zone, especially for a mature woman like my mother who hadn't experienced a man's touch in a long time. My mother, her pleasure escalating, responded with even faster stroking of my genitals. I was already struggling to keep up and could only caress her genitals more vigorously.
"Ah!" Finally, I reached my climax first, letting out a soft cry as I ejaculated a large amount of semen, spraying it onto her belly. At the same time, my hands continued to serve my mother, wanting her to experience that blissful pleasure again.
I could feel her approaching orgasm.
"Mmm, ah!" My mother's body pressed tightly against the door, her lower body convulsing and gripping my fingers
before collapsing limply against me. I breathed heavily, holding my mother tightly. After a while, my mother gently pushed my shoulder and straightened up. I released her and kissed her forehead. My mother shyly avoided my gaze. I quickly grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the sticky fluid on my mother's stomach—my semen. My mother took the tissue and wiped her lower body, then put on her bath towel again, sat on the edge of the bed, tears clearly streaming from her eyes. I panicked immediately, quickly squatting down and looking up at her, wiping away her tears and asking her what was wrong,
whether I had hurt her, or whether she regretted being with me like this.
My mother shook her head, smiled slightly, stroked my hair, and said, "It's nothing. Go to sleep! I'm going back to sleep too. Junjun must still be drawing, otherwise he would have come out looking for someone already." With that, she got up and left. Only then did my heart calm down. The
next
morning, at breakfast, I looked at my mother, and she glanced at me unconsciously. We smiled at each other, a smile with a different flavor than usual. I ate this meal more heartily than ever before. After breakfast, I drove Junjun to his art tutoring class (one class every Sunday), and then planned to go to the house in the north of the city to pick up some things. But at that moment, I received a call from my boss, asking me to quickly return to the auto repair shop to work overtime. A regular customer urgently needed a car and needed to pick it up that evening. Most of the staff on duty were inexperienced, and the foreman was on his way to the shop. I had no choice but to agree, driving home first to tell my mother that I could only go to the north of the city after work.
This overtime turned into a whole day, not finishing until after 6 pm. Afterwards, my boss treated me to barbecue, and I didn't get home until after 8 pm. I had to tell my mother that I could only pick up the things in the north of the city after work the next day.
The next day after work, I rushed home and told my mother that I was going to the north of the city to pick up the things. The mother glanced at the diners and a few waiters, then said, "I'll go with you; it's getting dark. The two of you can hurry."
Around noon, they called again to ask if I had taken the things! So my mother changed into some work clothes and we got in the car and headed to the north of the city.
The weather had been a bit abnormal these past few days; there was hardly any sun, yet it was unbearably stuffy, especially today. Normally, the weather in the north shouldn't be like this at this time of year. My mother said that in previous years, the evenings would be cool by this time, but this year it was still as humid as the dog days of summer. Could it be that it was going to rain heavily? I fanned myself with one hand as I drove, and my mother handed me a bottle of water.
When we arrived at the bungalow area in the north of the city, I saw that almost all the houses nearby were emptied, with only a few courtyards still having people busy packing up. My mother took out her key, opened the gate, and let me drive the car directly into the courtyard. The place was just as it had been when we lived there; no one had touched it. The hot water bottle and the makeshift shower stall were still there in the corner of the courtyard, and the water bottle still had more than half a bottle of water left. My mother and I parked the car, opened the door, and went inside to get some things—mostly household items, from two mattresses to a few sets of toiletries we'd forgotten to bring upstairs. We also got an old sofa that the previous owner had given to my grandfather; he said to put it by the door so he could sit on it. By the time we'd loaded everything into the car and secured it, the sun had already set. We even had the light on in the doorway to load the last few items. But as we were getting in the car after a quick drink of water, my mother suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no! The tire's flat!" I looked where she was pointing and saw
one of the rear tires lying flat on the ground.
"Damn it! It's punctured!" I kicked the tire in frustration. "Let's change to the spare!" I said, starting to untie the sofa we'd just secured, since the spare tire was always in that spot in the truck bed.
After removing the spare tire, we realized we didn't have all the necessary tire-changing tools. This was going to be a problem. I told my mother, "I called the guy on duty at the factory and asked him to bring some tools."
"Xiaofeng, why don't we stop now!" my mother stopped me. "It's already so dark. If we wait for the tools to arrive and
then finish, it'll take ages. Anyway, it's already like this, one more night won't make a difference. Let's finish tomorrow morning!"
I thought about it and agreed. "Should we go back now? It's several miles to walk back. Besides, is it okay to leave the car here?
There aren't many people around here; what if someone takes advantage of the situation?"
"Let's stay here for the night! I'll call your grandfather!" My mother took out her phone. I simply unloaded the two mattresses from the car, putting one on the large iron bed my mother used to sleep on and
the other in my large room. Afterwards, we walked for about half a mile along the street before finding a small shop in a residential area that hadn't been demolished yet. I bought a few packets of instant noodles; I was starving.
Luckily, the demolition hadn't officially started yet, and the water and electricity hadn't been cut off. My mother and I cooked some noodles and ate a simple meal.
Then my mother went to get her toiletries from the car to wash up, while I took off my clothes and rinsed off the sweat from my clothes under the hot water bottle. Feeling much better afterward, I went back inside and said to my mother, "Mom, the water's quite warm, you should take a shower too. I was all sweaty just now, and this weather is so stuffy."
"It is stuffy, it might rain. It's almost like a sauna in the south," my mother said, getting a towel and shower gel before going to the makeshift shower stall in the corner of the yard, which was made from a hot water bottle.
While brushing my teeth, I casually looked around. Mosquitoes swarmed outside the closed window, and a small swarm of flies buzzed under the light bulb inside. After washing up, I sat on the mattress, wearing only my shorts, fiddling with my hands. Just as I was getting into it, the lights went out, plunging me into darkness—the power was out! I quickly turned on my flashlight app, went outside, looked around, and then went to the car to find the flashlight I had packed away.
"Feng'er, why is the light out?" My mother called out from under the canvas shed by the hot water bottle. There was a small light bulb inside, used for showering at night.
"The power's out. The circuit breaker around here must be broken," I replied, searching for a flashlight. I quickly found one. I took the flashlight to the canvas shed and passed it through the gap in the curtain. I felt my mother grab the flashlight, and then I let go. But with a snap, the beam of light shone out from under the curtain and fell to the ground. I crouched down, pulled the curtain back, picked up the flashlight, and then quickly held it up to my mother. The beam of light made me freeze. My mother's fair, full legs and the mysterious tuft of black hair at the base of her thighs were fully visible. My heart pounded wildly like a motor.
My naked mother cried out, "Ah!" and snatched the flashlight away. She frantically turned it off and pulled the curtain up in front of her. I blushed and took a few steps back. My mother lowered the curtain again, and the sound of running water returned from the canvas shed. The flashlight beam flickered in the water, and my mother's mature and graceful body was reflected on the curtain—her firm breasts, round buttocks, delicate shoulders, and full waist all swayed in the light and shadow. My mother must not have realized that taking a bath with a flashlight inside was like putting on a show for someone in the dark outside. There hadn't been a power outage before, and the yard was illuminated by light coming from the windows and the lamp at the door, so this was what she saw.
My rational consciousness began to be controlled by instinct. I stared blankly at the reflection of my mother in the light,
took two steps back, stopped, and then moved forward again. I wanted to see more clearly! I could hear my breathing becoming increasingly heavy. Standing outside the curtain, my throat tightened, and my heart pounded. Finally, I reached out and lifted the curtain. My mother, her back to me, was bent over, holding a flashlight in one hand and wiping her legs with a towel in the other. Her full, smooth buttocks were raised high in the dim light, incredibly alluring. I could no longer resist;
a torrent of desire surged within me. The moment my mother straightened up, I hugged her tightly from behind, my bare chest pressing against her smooth back, one hand on her slightly protruding belly, the other tightly around her shoulder.
My mother was initially startled, letting out a cry and struggling twice before calming down after realizing it was me.
She whispered, "Feng'er, let go of Mommy!"
"Mom, I just want to hold you!" I rested my head on my mother's shoulder. "Mom, I love you!" My hot breath brushed against her neck.
My mother stiffened for a moment, then gently raised her hand to pull away my hand from her belly. "Be good, let go."
I forcefully controlled my emotions and released my grip on my mother. My mother turned off the flashlight and immediately stood up. In the darkness, my mother's hand touched my face.
She stood right in front of me; I could even feel the faint warmth emanating from her body.
I hugged her tightly again, my hands instinctively kneading her back. "Mom, give it to me!"
My lips rained down on her face and neck.
After a couple of pushes against my chest, she didn't struggle or resist. My lips sought hers,
almost frantically demanding. Her lips parted hesitantly, the faint minty scent of toothpaste lingering between our increasingly heavy breaths. One hand urgently cupped her breasts, greedily kneading them, while
the other roamed and explored between her full buttocks and rounded thighs…
"Clang!" The flashlight fell from her hand, and then her hands gently encircled my back. My burning lips kissed my mother's neck and shoulders, one hand reluctantly releasing her full breasts,
while the other moved from behind her buttocks to the front of her legs, exploring her alluring triangle. Passing through the dense thicket, my hand resolutely delved into the warm, moist folds of her pubic hair. As she instinctively clenched her legs, two fingers probed the shallow crevice, searching for the mysterious, tempting protrusions and indentations,
repeatedly exploring and caressing them. My mother's breathing grew heavier, and her hands began to involuntarily slide gently across my back.
The long-suppressed desires within this mature 40-year-old woman were being gradually awakened.
"Mmm!...Uh..." My mother's heavy breathing was accompanied by soft moans that I couldn't control, which acted as a catalyst for my rising desire, making me even more confused and infatuated. My middle finger slid into my mother's increasingly slippery vulva at the opportune moment, gently penetrating deeper... My mother let out a soft moan, but one hand came down from behind her back and grasped my arm.
"Feng'er..." My mother whispered breathlessly in my ear. I didn't stop my finger's movements,
gently moving my finger in and out, excitedly and nervously saying in my mother's ear, "I love you, I want you. Mom, what you want, don't worry about anything else, let's do what we want to do." As I spoke, my hand movements became more intense, the wetness of my mother's body wetting my palm, and her hand, which had been gently holding my arm, once again caressed my back. My mother's silence excited me immensely, my wild and tense heart completely relaxed, and my hands moved passionately yet gently caressing this body that intoxicated me.
I pulled my hands away, wrapped them around my mother's waist, and lifted her up, pressing her breasts against my face. I took one of her erect nipples into my mouth, sucking on it occasionally, then taking a small portion of the fleshy mound into my mouth. My mother's legs wrapped around my waist, and I placed one hand on her back and the other on her full buttocks. I was completely immersed in this rising passion, each breath burning hot. My mother's hands were around the back of my neck, her fingers restlessly stroking my thick hair, her soft moans mingling with her gasps. My lower body was already erect, and now it was even more unbearable and uncomfortable. I tightly hugged my mother's waist with one hand, and with the other hand, I eagerly pulled down my shorts and underwear together, releasing the raging tiger in my lower body. My hard, thick penis sprang out angrily, pressing against my mother's buttocks, so close to her honeyed spot... My excitement was almost at its peak, and I needed to find an outlet to release this exploding lust. My hands instinctively tried to press against the wall of the canvas tent with my mother's fleshy buttocks, but how could the canvas support two bodies? The tent shook violently. I impatiently lifted my mother's buttocks with one hand, and with the other hand, I straightened my penis, searching for that wet, sticky entrance. Just then, the light came on, the electricity came back on!
My mother's mature body was vividly displayed under the light. Before me were her firm breasts, and I once again grasped those erect, dark red nipples, while my hand below nervously and excitedly guided my penis toward its target.
My mother's chest heaved violently. When the light came on, she shyly turned her head away. She must have realized that a hot mass was pressing against her lower body. She must have known that I was about to enter her and fuck her...
"Feng'er... no, not here..." my mother breathed softly in my ear.
Understanding my mother's meaning, I put her down, then scooped her up and carried her into the house. We went straight to the small bedroom with the large double iron bed, and I placed her on the springy mattress. Then, I quickly pulled off my shorts and underwear, throwing them on the floor, and tried to climb onto the bed. My mother, however, shyly said,
"The door and the curtains." I understood, and hurriedly went to the outer room to close and lock the door, then returned to the bedroom to close and lock that door as well, finally drawing the curtains. Only then did I climb onto the bed. My mother was now lying face down on the bed, her beautiful shoulders and back neither too thin nor too plump, her lovely waist and hip curves fully revealed to me. I bent down and kissed her firm, full breasts, my hands roaming over her smooth, white back and legs. Finally, one hand stopped at the center of her buttocks, and my fingers slipped between her buttocks, reaching the tempting crevice…
After a brief caress, my mother's delicate moans rang out again, and I could feel the slight tremor as my hand brushed against her shoulders and back. This mature and alluring female body was being consumed by primal lust, and I was being pulled step by step into the vortex of desire by this beautiful form. I could no longer endure it; the tip of my erect penis had swollen and turned purple. I reached out to help my mother turn over, but she gripped the iron railing at the head of the bed.
I understood her intention; she didn't want to face me directly and have sex with me on top of her. I gently touched her back, grasped her waist, and tried to lift her buttocks, but she grabbed my fingers and shook her head. I had to give up on that idea and instead slowly lowered myself down, lying behind her.
I supported myself with one hand and used the other to guide my penis towards my mother's secret place.
"Ah." The moment my sensitive, unbearable glans pressed against her wet, slippery vulva, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I removed my hand from supporting my penis and used my other hand to support my entire body, then held my breath and thrust my penis into the alluring opening. I continued to push, slowly pushing my penis in as far as possible,
finally penetrating her! A comfortable, enveloping pressure washed over me from below. I couldn't stop savoring this comfort;
I craved even greater pleasure. I lifted my hips and sank heavily in, my pubic bone pressed against her full, round buttocks.
I completed my first penetration of my mother. That forbidden pleasure assaulted me from all directions; I was almost losing control of my reason! I thrust in and out a dozen times, desperately pressing my pubic bone against my mother's buttocks for deeper penetration. My mother's body trembled with each impact.
"Ah... um." My mother's hands gripped the iron railing of the bed, the mattress beneath her emitting the soft, springy sound of springs. "Feng'er, slower... ah!" My mother's shy words had barely left her lips when I thrust into her again from behind, her snow-white body trembling with the bed.
I quickly slowed my thrusts, leaning over to kiss her back lightly. "Mom, is this comfortable?"
I gently swayed my hips, grinding my half-inserted penis against her vagina. My mother didn't answer, but the slippery lubrication of her lower body was the best response. I gently pulled and thrust for a moment, the slippery pleasure not only overcoming my reason, but also quickening my thrusts again. My mother's head, buried under the blanket, occasionally lifted slightly, her hands gripping the bed rails constantly shifting positions. I saw a pillow on the side of the bed and reached for it,
then gently lifted my hand under my mother's lower abdomen. My mother suddenly turned her hand away, pleading urgently, "No." She probably thought I was going to lift her up, but I only placed a pillow under her waist and abdomen,
then adjusted my body, thrusting deeper, so that I could almost fully penetrate. My mother let out a soft groan and
withdrew her hand from the bed rail. I supported myself with my hands, lifted my upper body, straddled my mother's legs, and pressed my hips against her full buttocks, beginning a new round of thrusting. My hard, rod-like penis slid in and out of my mother's increasingly lubricated vagina, making soft "slurping" sounds from time to time. The sounds of my lower abdomen hitting my mother's buttocks followed one after another, while my mother's groans were intermittent. She was somewhat shyly suppressing herself. I wanted her to release her true feelings! I no longer simply pushed my penis deep into my mother's vagina, but varied the depth. First, I gently inserted and rubbed it at the entrance of her vagina, and then suddenly thrust hard into her core. After a few teasing moments, my mother was suddenly filled. The sudden pleasure made her unable to control herself for a moment. She suddenly raised her head and let out a long cry: "Ah!" This gave me an instant sense of accomplishment, and this sense of accomplishment directly transformed into pleasure.
I repeated the same technique, alternating between three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, and five shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. My mother would adapt to one rhythm only to be struck by a new one, sometimes even penetrating deeply twice in a row. Her soft moans rose and fell involuntarily. My pubic area and pubic hair were already slick with love fluid, my entire penis as if coated with a layer of oil, moving effortlessly in the warm, moist passage. I lay back on my mother's sweaty back,
thrusting my hips rapidly, pushing my thick penis into that throbbing hole of desire again and again. My mother's breathing was heavy, accompanied by low moans, her body trembling. The mattress beneath her creaked with our movements. I felt the pleasure in my lower body intensify, a slight tingling sensation washing over me. I quickly stopped; I didn't want to come so soon. This was my mother's first time, and the first time was very important. I wanted her to experience the strongest pleasure,
to completely release the emptiness and repression that had pent up in her mature body for years.
I withdrew my penis, knelt down, and parted my mother's straight legs. My mother instinctively tried to pull her legs together,
but I knelt between her legs and behind her buttocks, then adjusted my kneeling position, positioning my penis against her slightly parted, dark red labia. My mother's genitals, while not as tender as a young girl's, were not the dark and ugly appearance that men privately joked about.
Still tender and juicy. As the glans pressed against the entrance, I gripped my mother's waist and hips with both hands and thrust my lower body forcefully.
Lubricated by the slippery fluids, my thick, erect penis slid fully into her vagina. My mother, her desire rising, arched her back slightly and then slowly lowered. I swayed my hips, gently stirring my penis within her honeyed depths,
then pulled again. The surface of my penis, where the love juices had accumulated, frothed slightly from the friction, giving me a fleeting, visually stimulating pleasure. I couldn't help but grip my mother's waist tightly and thrust rapidly a few times to satisfy my rising desire, then controlled my rhythm. My mother's moans grew continuous; her hands, which had been gripping the bed rails, now gripped the sheets, her body swaying involuntarily to meet my thrusts. Seeing this, I knew I had to strike while the iron was hot. I leaned over and pressed against my mother's back, one hand lightly supporting myself on the bed, the other reaching under her breasts to knead them. I lightly kissed her back, and my lower body began a rapid and deep thrusting. The floodgates of my mother's desire were being pounded heavily, her head bobbing up and down repeatedly.
"Ah...ah...um...uh...ah!..." Her moans grew heavier, then suddenly subsided.
I instinctively felt the walls of her vagina gripping and clenching around me, her vagina spasming, her years of suppressed desire finally releasing in a powerful climax. I pinned her hands down, thrusting my hips wildly,
unconsciously growling, "Feng'er, not inside..." My mother, just beginning to recover from her climax, struggled to speak urgently.
I quickly straightened up, thrusting in and out a dozen more times before abruptly pulling out my penis. I gently pressed it with my hand, and a thick stream of semen gushed out, spraying onto my mother's buttocks and back, even staining the sheets. I breathed heavily, my entire body drenched in sweat. My mother lay on the bed, her back heaving from her intense breathing. Once I calmed down a bit, I quickly jumped out of bed, opened the door, and went to the outer room to wash two towels. When I came back, I jumped back onto the bed and first wiped the semen off my mother's back and buttocks. Then, I gently wiped the sweat off her body with another towel.
After wiping her back and legs, I went out to wash the towels again. When I returned, I saw that my mother had turned over and was lying under a towel blanket. Her disheveled hair had been neatly tidied, and her face was flushed with shyness.
"I can do it myself... You go wash outside," my mother said, gently bending down to take the towel and dry herself. I quickly grabbed my clothes, turned around, and went to the canvas shed outside to wash.
When I returned, my mother had already turned off the light in that room. I stood at the door and asked, "Mom, are you... asleep?"
"Yes, you go back to your room to sleep. I want to... sleep alone," my mother said.
"Oh, then I'll turn on the fan for you." I said, using the hallway light to turn the old-fashioned fan on the cabinet by the door to a low setting, pointing it towards the window because direct airflow isn't good for you.
After setting it up, I closed the door, so the room would cool down considerably in a while. I raised my voice through the door and said to my mother, "Turn it off when it's cool!"
Lying on the mattress, I couldn't help but relive the intoxicating passion from earlier. My mother's alluring body and suppressed moans kept replaying in my mind like a movie. A daring and bizarre idea popped into my head: I would definitely do what Zhang Yang did sometime and record the process of having sex with my mother as a secret record. But I immediately rejected the idea; my mother wouldn't let me do that, she would be unhappy. Thinking about this, my penis became erect again. Although I really wanted to make love to my mother again, I didn't want to go against her wishes; I couldn't make her unhappy.
There's plenty of time ahead, and many more opportunities for us to enjoy each other's company. I'll let my mother experience the happiness a woman can have…
As for the car repair and tire change the next morning, I won't go into details. For someone who works in auto repair, that's easy to handle; just a phone call to a colleague to bring some tools, and everything's done. Of course, to avoid delaying work, I still had to get up a little earlier than usual.
Over the next two days, my relationship with my mother became much closer than before. I would sneak a kiss on her cheek when no one was around, and she would always playfully push me away, afraid someone would see. However, because Junjun still slept with my mother at night, we couldn't have much closer contact. This was a bit of a problem for me, but what could I do? Finally, after dinner on the third day, I helped my mother wash the dishes, while my grandfather went back to his room to watch opera,
and Junjun went to watch cartoons. After washing several dishes, I saw that my mother had already washed the dishes and put them in the sterilizer, and then she began to carefully wash her hands under the tap. I slowly placed the plate into the sterilizer, then put my hands under the tap and washed them with my mother. She looked up and smiled gently at me; her beautiful face and gentle, lovely appearance were captivating. My mother's hands were beautiful, just like her body, well-maintained, smooth and slender. I couldn't help but reach out and hold one of her hands, then gently applied hand soap and began to wash her hands. My mother stood there, letting me wash her palms, her hands, until I dried them with a towel.
"All done! My beautiful lady, are you satisfied with my service?" I straightened up and smiled at my mother.
"Go away!" my mother giggled playfully, lightly slapping my shoulder.
I took her hand and rubbed it against my face, then gently leaned in to kiss her lips. My mother turned her head slightly, but ultimately accepted my kiss. I gently kissed my mother's lips a few times, then pressed my lips firmly against hers, my tongue slipping into her mouth at the opportune moment. We embraced and kissed for a long time before reluctantly parting. My mother patted my back, glanced at the closed kitchen door, and whispered, "All done!"
I then hugged her again and whispered in her ear, "I want to sleep with you."
"No... Junjun is here. He just recovered, and I'm still a little worried about him being alone at night," my mother said softly.
In the past, if I had asked like this, my mother would have pinched me and said things like, "How old are you to still sleep with your mother?" But now she said it like this, which meant that our relationship was different from before. This already made me very happy,
so I didn't want to embarrass my mother and let her go back to her room to rest.
That night, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. In my hazy state, I didn't know the time. I got out of bed and, using the faint light coming in from the small window in the hallway, groped my way to the door and gently opened it. The light in the hallway was from the bathroom light. Since neither my room nor the shared room had a private bathroom, a low-power light was intentionally installed in this shared bathroom during the renovation, to be turned on every night for easy access. I sighed, hesitated for a moment, and walked to my mother's door in the dim light, gently turning the doorknob and slowly opening the door. My
mother's bedroom was quiet, with the cool, weak moonlight filtering through the curtains and illuminating the large bed. My mother and Jun were breathing evenly, fast asleep. I quietly walked to the bedside. My mother was lying on her side in the blanket, her back to the door, the curves of her waist and hips showing a beautiful outline in the darkness, while little Jun was sleeping face up a few feet in front of her. I knelt down, reached out and smoothed the hair on my mother's forehead, then leaned over and kissed her twice on the cheek. Just as I was about to stand up, my mother was startled awake, and I inwardly cursed my mistake.
"Who... is that Xiaofeng?" My mother sat up, and after confirming it was me, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm sorry, I... I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to come see you..."
"Oh, silly child! Go to sleep. Junjun is sleeping soundly, don't wake him." My mother said softly,
then gently lay back down.
"I... want to sleep with you too."
My mother hesitated for a moment, and finally had no choice but to lean back into the bed, which was tacitly agreeing to my request.
I tiptoed into bed, slipped under the blanket, and lay down behind my mother. A brief silence returned to the room. After a while, I rolled over, reached behind her, and hugged her waist, pressing my upper body tightly against her back. The faint scent of her hair and body wafted from her hair and nightgown. I couldn't resist kissing the back of her neck, then her ear, and her cheek. My breathing became uneven, breaking the silence of the room. One hand moved to my mother's breasts, kneading her full, firm breasts through the thin nightgown.
"Don't wake Junjun..." my mother said in a low voice, but didn't deliberately stop me;
her breathing grew heavier.
Yes, what mature woman of my mother's age, so vain and concerned with her appearance, wouldn't crave a man's love? Whether spiritually or physically, she needed a man's caresses. The more a woman pays attention to her appearance, the more she craves a man's love. To always be alone in the quiet of the night, in an empty room, must be so lonely and unbearable.
My actions grew bolder. My hand slipped under the hem of my mother's nightgown, caressing her bare thighs, then lingering on her abdomen before finally settling on her alluring breasts.
I already knew my mother didn't wear a bra to bed. My hand lingered on her breasts,
sometimes brushing against the base, sometimes gently touching the nipples. My mother's breathing became heavy, and her body involuntarily swayed slightly. My hand moved past her lower abdomen and slipped into her panties. My mother nervously pressed my hand against hers. But my fingers didn't stop; they spread out, gently caressing the soft, fragrant mound, then pushing downwards. I easily brushed away my mother's hand that tried to stop me. My fingers entered that warm, moist place, tracing up and down between her labia, focusing on the awakened clitoris. My mother's breathing became heavy, even emitting soft moans.
"Mmm, ah," my mother groaned softly as my fingers suddenly invaded her lower body.
My fingers gently moved in and out of my mother's vagina, feeling the increasingly abundant moisture, and my movements became more and more unrestrained. "
Jun Jun is... be gentle..." my mother whispered breathlessly.
"Then let's hurry up." I was really afraid that things might change if I delayed, and that little devil would wake up and ruin my good time with my mother.
My mother didn't know what I meant by hurrying up, and my penis had already sprung out of the cage of my shorts after I finished speaking, landing right on her plump buttocks. I gently pulled on the edge of my mother's panties,
and my mother understood and leaned forward slightly. I quickly pulled her panties down to her knees, and then smoothly pulled them down to her feet. At this moment, I was excited to the extreme. I leaned forward, took a deep breath, lifted my mother's skirt to her waist, and slowly guided my penis towards my mother's buttocks.
I smeared the love juice that had seeped into my mother's vagina onto my glans, and whispered in her ear, "I want it." Then, I thrust my hips forward, guiding my glans into her wet, moist lips. A soft, warm sensation enveloped me. My mother's body trembled slightly. I adjusted myself slightly and then thrust forward with all my might, my penis slid against her vaginal walls, sliding smoothly into her depths. My mother let out a heavy moan, her buttocks swaying slightly from the impact, yet involuntarily arching back a little. I held my mother's waist and hips, vigorously plowing into her from behind. At first, my mother reached between my legs, signaling me to slow down, though she didn't say it aloud, I knew she was afraid of waking Junjun. But as our genitals rubbed together, our desire intensified, and both of us were gradually consumed by pleasure. Our movements became unrestrained, the impact of our hips and abdomens crisp and clear, and my mother's moans rang out intermittently. I embraced my mother again, my hands reaching out to claim her breasts once more, kneading them wantonly, while my lower body thrust in and out even faster.
"Let me be on top," I whispered in my mother's ear, then got up and withdrew my penis. My mother silently cooperated and lay down flat on her back. I immediately climbed on top of her, finding her panting lips and kissing them deeply, receiving a passionate response from her. I used one hand to reach down and straighten my raging yet slippery penis, aiming it at her vulva and thrusting in. My mother, unable to bear the surge of pleasure, suddenly shook her head and let out a groan of pleasure, while I began to thrust my hips relentlessly. The large bed creaked and trembled. But just as my mother and I were consumed by lust, frantically seeking pleasure from each other, trying to reach the climax, a voice rang out, shattering all the beauty.
"Mommy! Mommy, is the house moving?!" Junjun's childish voice rang in my ears like a demon. My head spun, as if a switch had been flipped, and I froze. Just then, in a panic, my mother jumped up and shoved me with both hands. I was pushed off her body, landing on the edge of the bed, and then falling to the floor.
"Junjun, it's okay, Mommy's here, Mommy's here. You were dreaming..."
I didn't dare make a sound from under the bed. After a while, I groped in the dark, put on my shorts, crawled to the door, opened it, and slipped naked back into my room.
I
fled from my mother's room to my own, utterly dejected. For a moment, I even felt a pang of hatred for little Junjun. Complaints and resentment filled me. How could I ever be affectionate with my mother again?
This distress kept me awake all night... I finally drifted off to sleep at 3 a.m., and my mother woke me up in the morning.
I quickly washed up and ate breakfast. I saw Junjun sitting there drinking the porridge I had specially made for him. While eating fried dough sticks, I smiled and said to Junjun, "Junjun, you've grown taller and fatter! You're a big boy now, aren't you?"
Junjun nodded and said, "Mom said I'm a little man now." I smiled and said, "Yes! A man can't still sleep with his mother when he's this big! Otherwise, he's not a man!" Junjun tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly called out to his mother, who was taking the quilt to the balcony to air it out, "Mom, I want to sleep alone. I want to be a man, I want to sleep in that little room!" He pointed to the study that had been specially prepared for him. After hanging the quilt out to air it, his mother came over and said softly to Junjun, "Okay, but in a few days, the doctor said Junjun is getting better every day, and he'll be even better in a while. Then you can sleep alone, okay? Didn't you say you'd listen to the doctor? A man's word is his bond." Junjun
thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay then." His mother glanced at me, her eyes showing a hint of shyness.
Of course, she understood my little thoughts. My mood soured again, and it seemed I'd have to wait a few more days.
For the next two days, I tried to sleep in my mother's room, but she either politely refused or sternly turned me away. The interruption of our intimacy by Junjun that day had left a considerable shadow on her. I was truly restless and unable to sleep. On
Sunday morning, when I woke up and went to the bathroom, I looked out the north window and saw it was raining heavily.
I thought, "This awful weather, after a week of this, finally brought this downpour!" I could faintly hear my mother and grandfather talking downstairs; with such heavy rain, there wouldn't be many guests at noon.
Since it was Sunday, as usual, I was supposed to take Junjun to his tutoring class. But at breakfast,
my mother said she would take him instead because she needed to talk to the tutor about Junjun's progress and also pay the next month's tuition. Suddenly, a thought struck me. I looked outside and said, "It's not good to drive in this weather.
I'll drive you. The shop won't be too busy anyway." Grandpa nodded in agreement, saying that now that we had three assistants, he could keep an eye on things, and we could just focus on what we needed to do. Of course, he and Mom had no idea what I was thinking. This was a rare opportunity for Mom and me to be alone together.
After dinner, I drove Mom and Junjun to the art tutoring center in the west of the city, braving the rain. When we arrived, Mom and I met the art teacher with Junjun. We talked about Junjun's situation,
and then Mom handed over a month's tuition fee. After a few more polite words, the teacher started the class, which would last two and a half hours. Mom and I then got out and got into the car.
"Let's go back first, and we'll pick Junjun up after his class," my mother said.
I hesitated, not starting the car. "Mom, am I... not as good as Junjun?"
"Hmm? What's wrong?" My mother looked at me with surprise.
"I miss you. You can't only have eyes for Junjun!"
"I'm right here, why would I miss you..." My mother understood what I meant.
"Let's find a hotel to wait for Junjun after class!" I boldly voiced my idea.
"Are you... is this okay?" My mother's voice lowered.
"If you don't agree, then forget it, let's go home!" I squeezed my mother's hand to indicate it was alright.
"Then... let's go... there aren't any hotels around here, are there?"
My mother's words excited me greatly, and I couldn't help but kiss her cheek. I started the car and headed west. I knew there were many private hotels there, and more importantly, my mother and I didn't know anyone there; no one would recognize us.
We arrived at a hotel and parked the car. When we went inside and checked into the room with the owner, my mother hid behind me without making a sound. It wasn't until I pulled her to get the key, opened the door, and went inside that she suddenly whispered, "Did you bring that?" I was taken aback, unsure what my mother meant. She then pinched my hand shyly and said, "It's a condom." I suddenly understood and quickly said I'd go buy one right away. I rushed out the door, got back in the car, and searched for a health supplement store nearby.
When I returned to the hotel room, my mother wasn't there, but I could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom;
she was taking a shower. I thought, "Why is she showering so early in the morning? Maybe it's her first time in a hotel room with me, and she's nervous. A shower is just to ease the tension."
I looked around the room; it was a standard room with a large bed, sofa, TV, and bathroom. I first drew the pink curtains tightly shut, then turned on the bedside lamp, instantly creating a warm and cozy atmosphere in the dim room.
"Xiao Feng…you should take a shower too!" my mother said from the bathroom.
"Oh!" I responded, then took off my outer clothes and trousers, standing shirtless and wearing only my underwear outside the frosted glass door of the bathroom, waiting for my mother to come out.
The sound of running water came from inside the bathroom. Through the frosted glass, I couldn't see what was inside, but her hazy figure was reflected, stirring my imagination. I let out a long breath, trying my best to control myself, but my underwear still created a high tent. My mother was washing slowly and didn't come out for a long time. I couldn't resist gently pushing open the glass door. In the steamy air, my mother was drying her body with her back to me; the showerhead, which had just been turned off, was still dripping.
Her beautiful back, slender waist, shapely buttocks and legs—a full but not greasy, mature, fair body came into view. This meticulously maintained female body would make anyone's blood boil. This was also the first time I had seen my mother's naked body so clearly in such a bright environment, and instantly, I was filled with lust. Without further hesitation, I embraced my mother from behind, my chest pressed tightly against her back, my hot breath hitting her ear.
I lowered my head and rested my head on her shoulder.
"Xiao Feng..." My mother didn't react strongly, only stiffening slightly before relaxing,
the towel in her hand falling to her feet, letting me hold her.
After about a minute, I turned my mother to face me and kissed her hot lips without hesitation, my large hands restlessly caressing and kneading her back and buttocks. My mother let out a soft moan and let me kiss her, gradually raising her hands to embrace my shoulders and responding to my passionate kiss. One of my hands moved forward, cupping one of my mother's breasts, while the other lingered greedily on her full buttocks.
We were both breathless. Our lips parted, and my mother gasped, her chest heaving, making her full breasts even more alluring. I lowered myself and kissed one of her breasts, sucking on its erectness.
My mother let out a soft moan, her hands involuntarily running through my thick hair. My hands began to knead her smooth buttocks, my fingers gently tracing the cleft between her buttocks, then slipping past her shapely thighs into the damp, fragrant ground, exploring that mysterious pubic area.
"Ah..." My mother's body trembled slightly, her hands on my head tightening their grip. My lips traveled down, pausing briefly on her slightly protruding belly before kissing the center of her body. My tongue lightly parted her labia, gliding over her vulva. My mother's body trembled, but she forcefully pushed my head away. "Feng'er...no, no..." I saw my mother's face flushed with embarrassment, her gaze avoiding mine. I slowly stood up, embracing her with one hand, and with the other, I pulled down my underwear, releasing my already throbbing, erect penis. I kissed my mother again, pressing her body against the bathroom wall as I kissed her, my hands gently caressing and feeling her center, letting the thickening fluids slowly soak my fingers. My mother's desire was ignited; her heavy breathing prevented her from fully embracing and responding to my greedy, deep kisses.
"Mom, I want to kiss you there," I gently smoothed the hair that fell across my mother's face, pleading in her ear.
My mother shook her head, not agreeing. I gave her a deep kiss on the forehead, not wanting to force her. But my next actions and kisses became more urgent and intense, my fiery lips sucking on my mother's cheeks and neck, one hand grasping her thigh, lifting one of her full legs and placing it on my waist. Because of the height difference,
her other foot was also off the ground, so she had to wrap her arms around my neck to hold my body together.
"I want to kiss there..." I pleaded again. My mother gently bit my ear and whispered,
"No." Her half-teasing reply fueled my lust, and I blurted out in her ear, "Then I'll fuck you!" I lifted her buttocks, straightened my penis, and thrust in. My swollen, purplish glans broke through the opening and entered the harbor that now belonged only to it. Whether from my rude words or the sudden penetration, my mother slapped me with the hand that was tightly holding me. I then playfully thrust harder, my hand supporting her buttocks as I shoved my erect penis deep into her vagina. My mother let out another soft moan, and bit my ear again, saying, "You're bad." I chuckled softly and replied, "There's something even worse." Then I wrapped my other arm around her waist, pulled her closer to the wall, and thrust in with a sudden, powerful thrust! After repeating this several times, I increased the frequency of my thrusts. Each thrust was full of power, releasing the pent-up desire from days of intimacy. The pleasure in my lower body intensified wave after wave, but this position was exhausting, and the slippery bathroom floor made it difficult to fully exert myself. I placed my mother's legs back on the floor, smoothed the loose, wet hair from her face, and whispered, "Would you like to turn around?"
My mother shyly turned to face the wall as I guided her. Facing my mother's full, beautiful back and round, snowy buttocks, I breathed heavily, my throat tightening inexplicably. I couldn't wait any longer! I leaned over her, one hand gripping her waist and gently pulling her buttocks back slightly. With the other hand, I guided my penis to her wet vulva and pushed it in. The pleasurable sensation made both my mother and I groan.
My mother's hands involuntarily gripped the wall. I held her waist firmly and unleashed a rapid, satisfying thrust, my abdomen slamming against her plump, snowy buttocks with a distinctive "slap, slap, slap..." My mother's heavy breathing was accompanied by intermittent moans.
After a while, I slowed my pace, lying on my mother's back, gently kissing her shoulders and neck, and whispering in her ear, "Is it comfortable? Standing here is tiring, let's go to the bed."
My mother asked, "Did you buy that? Put it on quickly!" "Yes! I did! I don't need it now, I'll save it for later."
"Ah... put it on! Don't lose control and..."
"You doubt my abilities?" I couldn't help but be mischievous, a surge of uncontrollable desire rising within me. "Mom, then let me show you what your son can do!" With that, I started thrusting again, forcefully pushing my penis into her vagina.
"Ah... um... uh... um, ah!" My mother's moans began to rise and fall. I slowed down again, panting heavily as I whispered in her ear, "How about it? Let's go to bed!" With that, I lifted my mother out of the bathroom and walked towards the bed.
I gently placed my mother on the large bed. Under the bright light, her snow-white, voluptuous body was irresistible.
I climbed onto the bed, straddled my mother, parted her legs, and entered her. Then I tidied the stray hairs on my mother's face. My mother's breathing was heavy, her cheeks slightly flushed, and when her eyes met mine, she shyly turned her head away.
I bent down and kissed her full breasts, then reached down and guided my erect penis to her slippery opening, thrusting it in forcefully. My mother's brow furrowed slightly, her snow-white neck arched back, and she let out a soft moan:
"Ah!" I leaned over her, my hands slipping under her shoulders to embrace her, my penis gently throbbing at the entrance. After a few thrusts, I suddenly thrust my entire penis in all the way. My mother cried out again, overwhelmed by the pleasure, her legs involuntarily wrapping around my waist. I gradually increased the intensity of my thrusts, my hips slapping against her buttocks, making soft sounds of flesh colliding.
This was the first time I had made love to my mother so passionately. I felt like a fish in water, giving it my all. The bed creaked from my thrusts, and I was like a wild horse unleashed, galloping freely on an open prairie. My mother's mature body was beneath me as my young, strong erection thrust in and out repeatedly, fully activating her desire. Her deliberately restrained moans escaped her throat again and again, and her vaginal fluids thickened. Watching my mother's expression change with each wave of pleasure only fueled my excitement. I kissed the base of her penis and whispered, "Mom, it's just the two of us today. You can do whatever you want."
But my mother said again, "Feng'er, put that on!"
I nodded, got up, and retrieved a condom I had just bought. Judging from the picture on the box, the tip of the condom shouldn't have any raised dots. Holding the condom, I knelt before my mother and playfully said,
"Then put it on for me! Otherwise, I won't."
My mother reluctantly lowered herself, took the condom, opened the packaging, and then shyly slipped it onto my throbbing, erect penis. I then pushed my mother down, spread her plump legs into an "M" shape, and thrust my penis into her vagina. The sight of my penis entering and exiting my mother's vagina was clearly visible, and
the visual impact gave me even greater pleasure, so I thrust harder.
The pleasure continued to rise, a tingling sensation spreading from my back to my genitals, but I didn't want to ejaculate so quickly. I took a few deep breaths, slowed my thrusting, then gently rose, placing one of my mother's legs on my shoulder and the other straddling her buttocks. I knelt on the bed and inserted my penis at an angle. It was already incredibly slippery there; with each thrust, a layer of white, foamy fluid appeared on my penis. I knew my mother was nearing the peak of pleasure, so I held one of her legs, gently thrusting in and out a few times before increasing the speed. My mother moaned continuously, her body lying at an angle, her hands constantly clutching the white sheets. When that tingling pleasure returned, I lowered my mother's legs, placing them together in a side-lying position with her legs bent forward. I knelt behind her buttocks and thrust my penis in again from the side. This is one of my favorite positions. My penis is fully inserted, and my hands hold my mother's waist and hips for easier penetration. I thrust in hard, then gently pull out, then thrust in again with great force,
the rhythm slow but each time reaching the bottom. My hips slap against my mother's snowy buttocks with a "slap, slap" sound, and my mother's "cart" trembled incessantly as I pushed her in. At this moment, my mother had completely abandoned her shyness, fully releasing her desires as a woman. After I had thrust in and out hard for about twenty times, my mother's body went limp, her hands slipped off the sheets,
and her lower body convulsed, even her lower abdomen twitched with the heavy thrusts—she had an orgasm! I pulled out my penis, laid my mother flat, and knelt down to kiss her all over. After that wave of orgasm subsided, I again lifted her legs to my shoulders, leaned forward, making my mother's buttocks almost lift off the bed, and, holding my penis, thrust in again with difficulty,
this time without restraint, but with wide, forceful thrusts, until the bed shook and my juices flowed freely…

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