Incest between mother and son

My mother's name is Su Hui. She's 45 years old this year. She started working in education at 40 and has been in the field ever since
. She's currently the executive vice principal of a middle school.
While most men might not find her strikingly beautiful, she's delicate and pleasing to the eye,
the kind of woman who grows more attractive with age. As far as I know, many men see her as an intellectual and
graceful woman.
My mother is of average height, 161cm, and weighs about 110 jin (55kg). Her breasts are not particularly large, 81.2cm
, slightly sagging, but feel great to the touch and not noticeably widening, so her cleavage is still quite defined. Her waist is
56cm, which is quite slender. Her hips are a nice 88.6cm, perfectly shaped, firm, and
smooth .
I feel the most beautiful part of my mother's body is her skin—fair but not dull, very smooth and delicate. Although
she's 45, it's still very moist and elastic.
My name is Jia Yunfan, and I'm 25 years old this year.
I was 20 back then. Although my mother is a teacher and was very strict with me from a young age, and I was very obedient, perhaps I'm not very smart, my grades were never particularly good. After graduating from junior high school, I
had enough of the stressful school life. After a strong confrontation with my mother, I didn't go to high school, but instead went to
a vocational school .
I graduated from vocational school at 18, and fortunately, with the help of my uncle, who was then the deputy secretary of the county party committee, I got a good job in a
public institution . Of course, my family also includes my father. He's a good man, at least in terms of his career. I
still consider him my idol and role model.
My father has a strong passion for his work. He started in the project office in our county. Just from the name
, you can tell he was in charge of finding projects and building connections. He was always traveling all over the country. Later, he was promoted to
director of the county's office in the province, and two years ago he was even sent to Beijing to be the director of the Beijing office. It was because
he was always busy working away from home that my mother and I were able to have our love.
My mother is a very gentle woman. She has never been as unrestrained as depicted in novels. Even
now, after five years of relationship, she is still passionate when we are naked together. Even though our sex life is harmonious, she is not overly promiscuous, nor does she make any lewd noises
like those mothers in novels. Because no matter what, she is still a mother. Of course, as our relationship has deepened, my encouragement has made her more willing to try new things that I like, such as wearing stockings, oral sex, in the car, outdoors, and browsing forums together. Based on our experience, once a woman has been with you once and you have entered her heart, she will be very accommodating and willing to make sacrifices for you. My mother is no exception. My love with my mother is different from what is depicted in many novels. It is not so beautiful or romantic. I feel my love with my mother is very down-to-earth. Apart from some initial restraint and concerns, it is like a normal couple slowly getting to know each other and developing their relationship. Now, whenever Dad isn't home, Mom and I live like a married couple. There's cozy cuddling, sweet banter, arguments over trivial matters, sulking and cold wars, and of course, passionate lovemaking . If you also want to love your mother, please don't rush to seek your own satisfaction and force her to do things she's not comfortable with. What you need to do is take it slow, gently guide her, rather than force her; otherwise, I think it's harmful to her. To be honest, before my mother and I had our first intimate encounter due to an accident, I never even considered incest, and my mother certainly wouldn't have such thoughts. Although I kept many diary entries at that time, they were just everyday reflections. I only started writing about our story eight days after our first intimate encounter, after I had slowly recovered from . So, because I didn't record how my mother and I started, and I want to preserve the original flavor of the diary as much as possible, I don't want to rewrite it. I'll just give you a brief introduction. I remember it clearly: July 5th, 2004. My mother finally got the position she deserved—Executive Vice Principal. She was overjoyed and excited, completely unaware that her son was depressed because I had broken up with my boyfriend the day before. That night, she returned from celebrating with her colleagues, already somewhat drunk, while I was drinking alone in silence. Perhaps she was truly drunk; seeing me drinking, she didn't nag me but instead continued excitedly recounting how her colleagues had congratulated her. Before I knew it, she was getting more and more excited, and she started drinking too. We began drinking together, until everything became completely chaotic , to the point that neither of us can recall how we ended up in bed. The next day, I woke up to a scream. When I opened my eyes, I only saw my mother, naked clutching a towel, running out of the bedroom. When I realized what had happened, my mind went blank. I sat on the bed for a long time, then got up, found some clothes in the living room, dressed, and hurriedly fled the house. Later I learned that my mother had spent the entire day hiding in the bathroom, clutching a blanket, and crying . What followed was a 74-day period of silent coexistence. Even though we were at home, we wouldn't look at each other, let alone speak. We consciously avoided each other as much as possible, and the atmosphere at home was only oppressive and awkward . That was my first time with my mother, and I still regret it deeply because I can't remember anything about it. As for how my mother and I got together, the process is complicated, and I don't want to deliberately write it down. I'll just publish my diary entries instead. However, due to the reasons mentioned above, the entries are not coherent, please forgive me ! Starting tomorrow, I will gradually publish the diary entries that are suitable for publication ( updating The entries vary in length, some are two or three pages long, some are only a few sentences long. If it's long, I will only publish one entry at a time; if it's short, I will publish two or three entries. Monday, September 19, 2005, 11:33 PM, Cloudy. Another thing happened today. Oh my god, what should I do? How could this happen? No wonder Mom took three days off work a few days ago; no wonder she looked worse these past few days, barely did any laundry, and barely cooked; no wonder I saw her crying in her bedroom again the night before last. I continued to have insomnia last night, and this morning my head was throbbing, so I called work to call in sick. That bastard Zhang!

Ren said some mean things, saying I'd been taking so many days off lately, how could that bastard know my pain? He's
such a jerk.
I didn't get up until after 10 a.m., my mom was already at work. I took the last piece of bread from the fridge and ate it,
casually throwing the plastic bag into the trash can. My eyes glanced at the trash can, and in that one glance
, I saw something. I recognized it because I'd bought it for my ex-girlfriend—a box of abortion pills.
My heart jumped into my throat. I reached out with trembling hands and picked it up, wanting to confirm.
Yes , it was mifepristone tablets. The blister pack was empty; besides the instructions, there was a crumpled piece
of paper and a hospital diagnosis: two months pregnant.
In extreme fear, my mind raced: Dad hadn't come home for four months, it couldn't be
Dad's, another man's? Impossible, I know Mom's character.
Two months... that was in July... Oh God, it... it's mine? I felt my lips trembling, and
I collapsed to the floor, powerless. I was so scared, I didn't know what to do. Fate was cruelly mocking me. Just
that one time, after drinking, and somehow it all happened, and my mother got pregnant.
I don't know how long I sat on the floor before numbly returning to my room. I lay on the bed, staring blankly
at the ceiling, my mind going back and forth between blank and chaotic thoughts.
My mother still hadn't returned by noon. I knew she was avoiding me, not wanting to face me. In the afternoon, I
slowly emerged from my panic and began to think about what to do. Two voices were battling in my head:
one was to continue pretending not to know anything, to escape what had happened; the other was to be brave,
face my mistake, and take good care of my mother.
When my mother returned in the afternoon, I secretly glanced at her. Her face was still pale. Although I hadn't experienced it myself,
I knew that here, we call abortion a "small confinement," and it's very harmful to a woman's body. Usually, she needs to
rest , avoid cold water and strenuous activity, and eat plenty of nutritious food.
Seeing my mother's exhausted appearance and pale face, I felt so guilty and heartbroken. But it's already
past 11 pm, and I still can't make up my mind. Am I being cowardly? I have no opinions
at all. What should I do?
Tuesday, September 20, 2005, 10:54 pm, Cloudy.
Compared to yesterday, my mind is much clearer, and my heart no longer feels like it's weighed down by a stone
. Because today I finally took a step, finally bravely faced myself, faced my mother, and
faced that thing that shouldn't have happened.
Last night I still had insomnia, two questions kept repeating in my mind: continue to run away, or
bravely face it. I didn't look at the clock, and I didn't know what time it was. I made up my mind, and then I
fell asleep without realizing it.
This morning I didn't call my workplace, and I still didn't go to work. After my mother went to work, I turned on the computer and
searched online for precautions and nutritional supplements after an abortion, and started thinking about how to
take good care of my mother.
I cleaned the house first. It seems that my mother's body is really weak, because she used to be a very
tidy person, but the house has hardly been cleaned in the past two weeks.
After cleaning the room, I went out to buy groceries as planned: a clay pot, eggs, a free-range chicken, goji
berries , red dates, brown sugar, a hot water bottle, etc. When I got home at noon, I quickly ate a packet of instant noodles and
started making chicken soup according to a nutritional recipe I found online.
I put the whole chicken, goji berries, red dates, star anise, Sichuan peppercorns, ginger, garlic, and cooking wine into the clay pot, brought it to a
boil over high heat, then simmered it over low heat for a full four hours. The aroma and the
bright red goji berries and red dates floating on the sizzling chicken soup warmed my heart.
In the afternoon, I was still uneasy because I didn't know if my mother could forgive me or accept
my care. What if she didn't accept me? But it had already happened, so I had to grit my teeth and go for it.
My mother didn't get home until almost 7 pm. As usual, she went straight to her bedroom and wouldn't leave. I
heated up the chicken soup, ladled out a bowl, and, trying to calm my anxiety, knocked on my mother's door, but she didn't respond.
For a moment, I didn't know whether to go in or leave. After hesitating for a moment, I tried the lock, but it wasn't locked. I
gritted my teeth, opened the door, and went inside. My mother, lying in bed, probably didn't expect me to
open the door and come in without her responding. She glanced up at me, then turned over and lay back down.
I took a deep breath, carried the chicken soup to my mother's bedside, and said, "Mom, I know you're
angry and sad, but you're not feeling well right now. You need to take care of yourself. I made you some chicken soup; would you
like some?"
My mother seemed startled by what I said. She sat up abruptly, staring at me in disbelief, her face flushed.
She opened her mouth a few times and said, "How did you know?"
I told her the truth: I had seen the medicine box and the diagnosis in the trash can. Hearing this, my mother turned and threw herself onto
the bed , bursting into tears. She cried so hard, her whole body trembling.
I couldn't hold back my tears either. I put the chicken soup on the bedside table, knelt down, and said, "Mom, I
'm sorry , it's all my fault. I know I did something wrong, but I really didn't mean it. I don't know
what happened. I don't ask for your forgiveness, I just ask you to take good care of yourself, okay? I beg you."
Hearing my sobs, Mom suddenly got up from the bed, burst into tears, and
threw my hair. It really hurt, but I didn't move, letting Mom vent her anger.
Mom cried as she hit me, saying, "How could this happen? What did we do? How could we
face your father? Why did this happen..."
Mom cried and hit me for almost 20 minutes before stopping. She looked at my
messy hair and the two nail marks on my face, paused for a moment, then sobbed and went back to bed,
lying down with her back to me, her body still trembling with sobs.
Another half hour passed, and Mom's sobbing stopped. She sat up, looked at me still kneeling on the floor, sighed, and
said, "Xiaofan, get up. I know this isn't your fault, and it's also my fault for drinking so
much. What's done is done, let it pass. I don't want to bring it up again. I've vented
, and I'll be fine now. Go and rest."
I stubbornly remained kneeling and said, "Mom, I'm so sorry. You're weak right now; you need to take good care of yourself."
"I don't ask for your forgiveness, I just want to take good care of you during this time, okay?"
Hearing me say she was weak, Mom blushed again, stared at me for a while without speaking, then got up
and sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the bowl of chicken soup, slowly drank it, and said, "Go and rest." She then turned her back to
me, lay down on the bed, covered her head with the blanket, and went to sleep.
I didn't know what to say next, so I picked up the bowl, stood up, and walked out. Although Mom hadn't forgiven
me, hadn't forgiven herself, hitting me earlier had indeed released
some of the pain she'd been holding in for so long. And although she hadn't explicitly agreed to let me take care of her, she had drunk the chicken soup I made, so I thought she had
tacitly agreed . And after 77 days of being strangers, Mom had finally spoken to me.
My heavy heart felt a little better, but my scalp, face, and body still ached. Taking good
care of Mom and helping her recover as quickly as possible was more important than anything else.
Sunday, September 25, 2005, 8:31 PM, Sunny.
After these past few days of nourishing meals—chicken, ribs, pig's feet, and millet porridge—my mother's complexion has
improved somewhat. However, we still don't talk much. But unlike
the first two days when I forced her to stay home from work, she no longer stays locked in her bedroom all day, only going out to the balcony a few times for fresh air. She even glances at me occasionally when she's facing me.
This has already made me very happy. God bless her; I hope she gets better soon, and I hope
we can both forget that incident as soon as possible. I long to go back to the way things were before, even if it meant listening to my mother's nagging every day. Something else happened today that scared me for a long time. On the morning of
the 21st, I forced my mother not to go to work,
and then called her workplace to say that she was sick and needed to rest at home for two weeks.
The school leadership team came to visit. During the visit, Principal Liu asked my mother what illness she had. My mother
hesitated for a moment and couldn't answer. I quickly said that my mother had acute gastroenteritis, and the doctor said that she was weak and needed to rest more.
Fortunately, they didn't ask any more questions and just said some polite things.
What a close call! It's all my fault for not thinking of this beforehand. I still lack social experience. I must be more careful in the future.
However after I answered, I saw my mother glance at me. Her eyes were less cold, and it seemed like she was approving
. I guess I did a good deed.
I did laundry again today. I only realized after doing laundry twice in the past few days that it's not as simple as just throwing clothes in
the washing machine It's quite hard work. My wrists are red from scrubbing, and the detergent water
stings. I really didn't know how to be considerate of my mother before. I need to change that.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005, 11:06 PM, Sunny.
Mom's complexion is getting better. She even got up to clean the room this morning, but she still doesn't talk to me much.
At lunchtime, I didn't bring the food into her bedroom; I put it on the dining table instead. When I called her to eat, she
said she wasn't hungry. She only went to the dining room to eat after I finished eating myself. It seems Mom still can't face me. I don't know when
this will end. I'm so distressed…
Saturday, October 1, 2005, 11:11 PM, Cloudy.
Today is a holiday, but I didn't sleep in like usual. I got up very early to clean the room and make
breakfast . When I went to get Mom's clothes to wash, she didn't stop me like she had before, but I still couldn't find her underwear.
I think Mom is still very sensitive about this. Oh well, if I really had to wash them, I would feel really embarrassed too.
Mom didn't stay in the bedroom this morning; she watched TV in the living room all morning. When I poured her hot water,
this time she took it with her hands and said thank you, unlike before when I would put it on the table before she took it.
At noon… When Dad called, I answered first. He said he was going to accompany a minister's family on a trip to
Xinjiang and wouldn't be coming over for the holiday. He asked if everything was alright at home, and I didn't know how to answer, so I just vaguely said
everything was fine. Then Dad let Mom take the phone, and my heart was in my throat. Thankfully, Mom didn't say anything,
but I could tell her tone was a little unsteady.
When Mom hung up and turned around, seeing my nervous expression, she didn't say anything, just sighed and
left. My palms were sweating profusely. It seems Mom has decided to keep that matter a secret. Should I be happy
or sad?
Wednesday, October 5, 2005, 9:23 PM. Sunny.
The weather was nice today. In the afternoon, I saw Mom change her clothes and go out. I asked her where she was going, and she said she was going out
for some fresh air. I wanted to go with her, but she said she wanted to walk alone and that nothing would happen. But I still followed her out the door.
She walked ahead, and I followed behind, keeping a distance of three or four meters. She didn't say anything more.
We ran into some acquaintances on the way, and I saw Mom's long-lost smile, but I think it was fake. They
exchanged a few simple pleasantries, and then Mom told me to walk together, saying that others might think something was wrong.
We walked in silence like that. Every time we crossed the street, I would quicken my pace and wave to stop the cars. Mom saw
this, but didn't react at all. At the pharmacy, I saw Mom had bought several bottles of blood-tonifying and qi-boosting medicine. Sigh
, I was so careless. I only thought of giving her extra nutrition but didn't think of buying some tonics. How stupid of me! I must be more careful in the future and
take better care of Mom to make up for my mistake.
Friday, October 7, 2005, 9:50 PM, Sunny.
I went out with my mother again this afternoon. This time, I didn't keep my distance from her, and she didn't say anything. I
still shielded her from cars when crossing the street and reminded her to be careful when going up stairs.
Passing a market, I saw my mother ask about the price of fish at a stall. My mother has always loved fish,
and I thought she wanted to eat it. I said, "Mom, you can't eat fish now." My mother was startled, blushed,
glanced at me, and walked away.
Later, my mother went to the park and sat down on the grass on a small hill, about a meter
away. My mother sat there for a long time, resting her chin on her hand, seemingly lost in thought.
Later, the wind picked up, and I reminded her that it was windy and we should go home. But my mother ignored me and sat for another half hour.
Suddenly, she said, "Let's go home." "This was the first time in so long that Mom had spoken to me on her own initiative.
I was so excited for a while. Mom seemed to notice my excitement, and her gaze softened a lot, but she still didn't say
anything.
It was already 6 o'clock when I got home, and I started making dinner: millet porridge, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, Mom's favorite
vegetable and tofu dish, and the braised pork ribs I bought at noon that I hadn't eaten, which I also heated up.
This time, when I called Mom to eat, she finally ate with me. I was so happy!"
During dinner, Mom suddenly said, "Don't pick at the scabies on your face, it'll leave scars." Hearing
her words warmed my heart, and my eyes welled up with tears.
Seeing my expression, Mom said, "Alright, let's eat. It's all in the past, don't think about it." Although Mom
's face remained expressionless, I was so touched and happy.
After dinner, Mom didn't go back to her bedroom immediately but sat in the living room watching TV. After I washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen
and dining room, Mom called me back to my bedroom. I sat down opposite her, and she said, "Let's talk." I
felt nervous again and sat there awkwardly.
Mom said, "I've thought about it for a long time. It's not fair to say who was at fault; if anyone was, we were all wrong.
There's no point in saying anything now, no point in dwelling on it. Since it's already happened, let it go. We're
still no one should
mention it again, especially not to anyone else. Just treat it as a nightmare. Don't feel too guilty. Tomorrow your holiday ends. Go back
to work. You've taken too much leave lately; don't cause any trouble at work. I'm fine now
, don't worry. But from now on, you're not allowed to drink anymore."
Hearing Mom's words, I felt much more at ease and said, "Mom, thank you for forgiving me. I promise I won't
tell anyone, and I won't drink anymore. I'll go back to work. But let me take care of you.
It hasn't even been a month yet, and you're still weak. I have to take some responsibility for what I did." I wanted to continue
.
When Mom heard me say I wanted to take some responsibility, her face flushed, and she snapped, "What responsibility? Is it something you should be responsible for?
Can you even handle it?"
I immediately realized I'd said the wrong thing and hurriedly tried to explain, but my nervousness made me even more incoherent. I
stammered , "No... I didn't mean that... I... I just wanted to... wanted to help you with some housework."
Mom looked at my stammering and actually laughed, but then quickly returned to her usual self. Seeing
Mom laugh made me relax instantly. I continued, "Now I realize how
hard . Dad's not home, and you do all the housework every day. I haven't helped at all. I just want to help you a little in the future,
so you don't have to work so hard anymore."
Mom looked at me for a moment and said, "I have no problem with you wanting to do housework. You're old enough to get some
experience anymore. I've thought it through. Go on, go to sleep early, you have to go to work tomorrow."
I nodded, got up, and went back to my bedroom. Mom went into the bathroom; judging from the sounds, she was probably taking a shower. Had Mom
really thought it through? Can we really go back to how things were before? Everything is still uncertain!
Saturday, October 8, 2005, 9:50 PM, Sunny.
Although it's Saturday, I still have to work because we had a 7-day National Day holiday, and we need to make up for it this Saturday and
Sunday . Mom went to work this morning despite my advice. Although she's feeling much better,
and her complexion is less pale and has more color, I'm still quite worried.
That disgusting Director Zhang called me in and gave me a dressing down as soon as I got to work, saying I was taking leave for no reason and
that from now on have to personally submit the leave slip to him for approval. That old bastard, he's always had a problem with me and doesn't
give my uncle and dad any face. It makes me so angry!
My buddy called this afternoon and asked me to go out for a get-together tonight, but I refused and went home early. I stewed the chicken I bought
yesterday . Even though I'm at work, I still want to make sure Mom has a bowl of chicken soup
or bone broth every night. In my opinion, nothing is more important than getting Mom back to health as quickly as possible.
Tonight, Mom actually praised me while we were having soup, saying she didn't expect me to be able to cook, even though the taste wasn't great.
Hehe, I was quite happy to hear that. I hope everything will be alright.
Monday, October 17, 2005, 10:36 PM, Sunny.
Dad came back today, saying he was coming back to get a feasibility study for a project to submit to the State Planning Commission. He only had dinner
at home before rushing to the provincial capital airport. Dad always seems particularly nervous when he comes back.
Dad's return really made me nervous for a while. Although Mom said she wouldn't mention that
matter , I was still worried Dad would find out something. Fortunately, Dad came and went in a hurry, and I
tried my best to remain calm. Apart from Mom seeming a little nervous at first, everything was fine; she was very calm, just
like when Dad comes back: cooking, asking questions, nagging, and expressing dissatisfaction.
Today I finally saw the Mom I used to know, but she was with Dad. Although we both say we don't want to think about that
matter , it really happened, and it's impossible to completely forget it so quickly. I think maybe I
'll never truly forget it.
Although my mom and I have started talking again, and she helps me with housework, we're not as
close as we used to be. Sigh, when will we be able to go back to how we used to be?
Wednesday, October 26, 2005, 11:06 PM, Sunny.
I went out to eat with some buddies today. I didn't drink a drop. I promised my mom I would
keep my . They kept urging me to drink, saying I wasn't a good brother, and that I'd suddenly changed my personality—
how could I be a man if I didn't drink?
They really couldn't help it; they're all my childhood friends. But I just can't drink
. No matter what they say, I always say "no." I not only promised my mom, but I also swore to myself that I would never
touch a drop of alcohol . They were really annoyed.
When I got back, my mom was watching TV in the living room. She observed me for a while, probably to see if I
'd been drinking. To prove myself, I deliberately sat down on the sofa next to her and watched TV for a bit. My mom saw I
hadn't been drinking, didn't say anything, watched TV for a while, and then went back to her room.
Overall, my relationship with my mother has improved somewhat recently. After a month of recuperation, her
health has almost fully recovered; at least her complexion is no longer pale. I'm finally much more relieved.
However, I still do housework every day when I get home. My mother doesn't avoid me like she used to; she even helps
with chores. But I always insist on doing the laundry, since it's only been a month, and it's
best not to let her touch cold water.
In the evenings, she doesn't stay cooped up in her room all the time. Sometimes we watch TV together, and sometimes we go to
the community square to dance or take a walk, just like before. I always go with her, and she never objects.
When she eats my cooking, she praises my improved skills, and when she sees me doing laundry, she tells me to take a break.
I'll keep doing it, and the smile on my face is slowly returning. So, when they called today to say we should get together, I
didn't refuse. After all, they've invited me so many times, and I've always turned them down. If I don't go now,
I really can't be their brother anymore.
Wednesday, November 2, 2005, 11:34 PM, Cloudy.
The weather suddenly turned cold today. I was freezing when I went out to buy breakfast this morning. Something funny happened when I told
my mom . Thinking about the cold weather, I looked up at my mom
and said, "Mom, it's cold today, wear more clothes."
Just as I opened my mouth to say it, my mom also said, "It's cold today, wear more clothes."
We both spoke at the same time, saying the same thing, so we both laughed. I
've been , not because I find it funny, but because it's a genuine laugh from the bottom of my heart. Because while I was caring for my mom,
she started caring for me again. I'm so happy!
Tuesday, December 20, 2005, 10:50 PM, Sunny.
The sky was overcast this morning. It started snowing heavily around 10 AM and hadn't stopped by the afternoon. There was
already plenty of snow on the ground. I remembered that my mother hadn't taken an umbrella when she went out this morning, so I went home early to
get one and went to pick her up from school. On the way, I saw some nice gloves at a small shop on the street, so I picked out a pair for her.
When I arrived at her school, they had just let out, but my mother was still in a meeting. I waited
for a long time outside her office, freezing cold.
When my mother finished her meeting and came back with her colleagues, she saw me waiting for her at the door with the folded umbrella, and noticed my nose was
red from the cold. She started nagging, saying, "Why did you run back and forth in this cold?" Haha, I used to get annoyed when my mother nagged,
but now, for some reason, I don't find it annoying at all. Her nagging is better than her ignoring me every day, like
we're strangers. I've really had enough of that.
Her colleague, standing nearby, smoothed things over for me, jokingly saying, "Look how sensible Xiaofan is! He came to bring you an umbrella and pick you up
, and you weren't happy about it. If I had such a good son, I'd be content."
As we left the school gate, I gave her the gloves I'd bought, and she took them with a look of delighted surprise.
We walked silently together. I noticed she seemed lost in thought, and suddenly said, "Xiaofan
is really sensible. Your father has never picked me up."
The snow was thick and slippery; my mother almost slipped a few times, while I actually fell flat on my face
once. Near home, there was a slope. The narrow sidewalk was incredibly slippery because of children skating on it, and
everyone passing by walked cautiously. I instinctively took my mother's arm. She hesitated
slightly , but didn't say anything, letting me help her slowly down the slope.
Once we were down the slope, my mother said, "It's okay, I can walk now." She stumbled slightly,
and I tactfully let go of her arm.
Sigh, if it were before, Mom would have loved for me to help her. She used to say, "Look at other kids,
they always go out with their parents, arm in arm. Who's like you, never wanting to go out with us?"
But now, it seems that incident still casts a shadow on Mom.
Indeed, how could it not? But I'm already very content. Mom and I have basically
returned to how things were before that incident. She no longer intentionally avoids me; she's started caring for me, nagging me,
criticizing me, and even joking with me again.
The snow is heavy and beautiful!
Saturday, January 28, 2006, New Year's Eve, 00:20, Cloudy.
The New Year's bells had just rung, the party was over, and Dad and I set off firecrackers together. Back in my room,
I sorted out my thoughts and reflected on the events of the year.
The first half of the year was normal, nothing worth remembering. The second half was different; two
things are unforgettable. One thing was that I broke up with my boyfriend. Although it wasn't my first love, I really liked her.
She didn't even explain why we broke up. But before I could even feel the pain, the second thing happened, which minimized
the impact .
The second thing was that my mother and I did something inappropriate while drunk, and that one time actually
resulted in my mother getting pregnant. It seems like a fantasy, but it really happened to me.
For the past six months, I've lived in fear and guilt. Although my mother said she forgave me and that we should both forget about
it , I know in my heart that neither of us can truly forget.
But perhaps time really can heal all wounds. As time goes by, my relationship with my mother
is slowly warming up from its freezing point. And I feel that I've matured a lot because of this experience. I can now deeply
understand the hardships and difficulties my mother has endured over the years, and I'm beginning to understand her loneliness and isolation.
I understand how to be considerate of her, help her, and take care of her.
I'm no longer a good-for-nothing who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun with his friends all day, then spend all his time at home on the computer and
watching . I've learned what responsibility and understanding are.
A new year has arrived. Let's keep working hard, take good care of Mom, and work hard so that Mom and I
can return to the way things were as soon as possible, minimizing the impact of that incident on us. Go for it!
February 12, 2006, Sunday, Lantern Festival, 8:36 PM, Sunny.
Today is the annual Lantern Festival. While other families are enjoying reunions, my dad has
upset . He left again on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, saying he was going to
visit some leaders he had connections with, along with the deputy county head in charge of projects. He promised to come back and celebrate the Lantern Festival with us, but
he called saying he couldn't come back. Mom argued with him on the phone and has been unhappy ever since.
To be honest, Mom wasn't like this before. For so many years, Dad was always away, rarely
home , he came home even less often. But Mom rarely lost her temper; at most, she'd
nag a little. But since that incident, I feel like Mom has changed. She especially wants Dad home. Every time
Dad breaks a promise, Mom gets very angry, argues with him, and cries.
At dinner, I tried to talk to Mom casually, hoping to ease her mind, but she didn't seem to appreciate it. She
replied with a few half-hearted words and went to her bedroom to rest after dinner. Sigh! Seeing Mom's troubled expression made me
feel down too. This Lantern Festival was very unpleasant.
February 24, 2006, Friday, 9:05 PM, Sunny.
This morning, Mom praised my cooking skills while we were eating, so I was in a good mood all day. But...
When I got home that evening, I saw my dad at home as soon as I opened the door. Both my dad and mom were sitting on the sofa; my dad had a furrowed
brow, and my mom was crying. When she saw me, she got up and went back to her bedroom.
My heart jumped into my throat. Could it be that my dad knew about that? What should I do? Would
explaining that I didn't do it on purpose help? I stood frozen at the door, my heart pounding.
My dad looked at me and said, "Xiaofan, what's wrong? Why don't you come in?"
Hearing his question, I felt a weight lifted from my heart. It seemed my dad didn't know yet. Thank goodness.
But why was my mom crying? Thinking to myself, I casually asked him, "Dad, when did you get back?"
My dad said, "I landed in the provincial capital last night and just got back this morning." He then went into his bedroom.
I sat in the living room, listening intently.
A little while later, I heard Mom crying, saying that Dad didn't care about the family, only came home a few times a year, and when he did come back
, he'd leave in less than a day. She said Dad didn't care about her and that they should just get a divorce. Then Dad closed the bedroom door
, and I could vaguely hear Mom sobbing, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. I only heard
Dad say that he would definitely come back next month for their wedding anniversary.
After a while, Dad came out of his room and went to the kitchen to cook. After he finished cooking, he told me that
he had to rush to the provincial capital that night and catch a flight back to Beijing early the next morning. He told me to be good at home, work hard,
and not just play around. He also asked me a few questions about my work.
Then he went into Mom's bedroom. Mom seemed to have stopped crying. I heard Dad say that he really had to leave, and
the driver was waiting downstairs. Mom didn't pay attention to him, and she didn't come out to see him off when he left.
A while after Dad left, I went to Mom's bedroom to call her for dinner. When Mom saw me come in, she turned around, wiped away her tears,
tidied her hair, and then came out to eat. During dinner, I tried to comfort my mother, saying that my father was indeed very busy with work. I
heard from his workplace that three projects in the county were waiting for approval from the State Planning Commission, and I told her not to blame him.
My mother glared at me but didn't say anything. She ate a little and went back to her bedroom. I didn't dare
say anything more, so I washed the dishes and started writing in my diary. My father is really something. No matter how busy he is, he rarely comes
home. He should at least stay for a couple of days. It makes my mother so sad. Sigh!
Wednesday, March 8, 2006
, 9:05 PM, Sunny. Today is International Women's Day. This afternoon, I, a grown man who hates shopping the most, made an exception
and went shopping for the whole afternoon. It's quite unbelievable. Actually, my purpose in going shopping was very simple: I wanted to buy a gift
for my mother because today is her day.
After much consideration and selection, I finally bought my mother a scarf. Because the spring
winds are quite strong here, many women like to wear a silk scarf.
The scarf has a simple pattern: a white background with black dots. I thought that since my mother often wears professional
clothes, this pattern would look simple rather than elegant.
When Mom came home in the evening, I had already prepared dinner. During dinner, I gave her the scarf. Although she didn't say anything when she
received the gift, I could tell she was very happy. She held it in her hands, looking at it again and again, touching
it repeatedly, saying, "My son has grown up and is so different. He's much better than your father. He's been with me his whole life and never gave me
a gift ."
I asked Mom to try it on. She thought for a moment, then skillfully tied a beautiful knot around her neck.
It really suited her perfectly, and Mom praised my good taste. I was overjoyed. Mom's happiness is my
greatest hope. Keep trying!
Friday, March 31, 2006, 11:17 PM, Cloudy.
The 25th was Dad and Mom's wedding anniversary, but Dad didn't keep his promise. Mom woke up
very depressed. Dad called in the morning, and Mom seemed particularly angry. She kept shouting on the phone
, even mentioning divorce. Finally, Mom said in a very loud voice, "You'd better never come back,"
and then slammed the phone down.
I made lunch and went to my mother's bedroom to call her for lunch, but she didn't open the door. I heard laughter mixed with crying
coming from , and my heart ached. I couldn't help but blame my father for breaking his promise and not caring about my mother.
Looking at the food, I lost my appetite and sat in the living room watching TV, waiting for my mother to
feel After changing all the channels countless times, my mother finally opened the door. I quickly got up and tried to comfort her, telling her not to be angry,
as my father was busy with work, and to let her eat something first. But my mother said she was fine and didn't need me to worry about her, then changed her shoes and
went out . I quickly followed her.
My mother soon returned to the park where she had sat quietly before, on the same grassy slope, in the same
posture, sitting motionless, lost in thought. I sat a meter away from her, keeping her company.
After a long while, my mother asked me, "Xiaofan, if your father and I divorce, who will you live with?" I was shocked by
her question and didn't know how to answer. Seeing that I didn't answer, Mom said again, "Hmph, I knew it.
You and your dad are in cahoots. Go away, I don't need you to come with me."
I thought for a moment and said, "Mom, I don't want you and Dad to divorce, but no matter what, I'll always stand
with you." Mom didn't say anything after hearing my words. She stared at me for a while, then turned her head away in silence.
The weather here in March is still very cold. After sitting for so long, I felt my hands and feet getting cold.
Seeing that Mom was only wearing a half-length overcoat, I urged her to go home, but she shook her head and refused. I had no choice but to say that
I would go home to get her the coat and ask her to wait for me. I hurriedly ran home, but when I returned with the coat, Mom was
gone.
I searched the park thoroughly but couldn't find her. It was already dark, so I had no choice but to go home and wait.
Mom didn't return until 9 o'clock. Her lips were already blue from the cold. I quickly made her a bowl of hot soup, but she didn't drink it.
She went back to closed the door, and went to sleep.
The next morning, around 9 a.m., Mom still hadn't gotten up. I called her several times, but she didn't answer. I opened the door
and again, but she still didn't respond. I sensed something was wrong. I went closer and saw that Mom was still asleep, but her face was very red.
I touched her forehead; it was burning hot. I called again, and Mom finally opened her eyes with difficulty and whispered a response.
I immediately called 120.
At the hospital, the doctor said Mom had caught a cold, which had led to a lung infection. She received fever-reducing injections, IV fluids, and ice packs
until her high fever finally subsided in the afternoon. My heart, which had been in my throat, slowly settled down.
The day before yesterday and yesterday, I stayed by Mom's bedside without leaving her side, bringing her tea and water, and applying hot towels to her in the morning.
I wiped her hands and face, brought her water to wash her feet at night, and fed her spoonful by spoonful at mealtimes. At first, she was embarrassed because there were other patients in the
ward , but she couldn't resist my attentive care.
The other patients and their families told my mother that she was truly blessed to have such a good son.
At first my mother would modestly give a few perfunctory replies, but later, when others said the same thing, she no longer refused but would
smile at me, making me feel embarrassed.
Today, my mother felt much better. She even went for a walk in the hospital courtyard this morning. In the afternoon, she said she
wasn't used to the smell of the hospital and the noise of people coming and going in the ward, and strongly requested to be discharged and go home to rest. I had no
choice but to agree.
In the evening, I prepared the food in the kitchen. As I was about to put it on the table, I turned around and saw my mother
leaning against the kitchen doorway, looking at me. I froze, holding the dishes in both hands. Our eyes met, and my mother also paused for a moment, her face
slightly reddening. Without saying anything, she came over, took the dishes from my hands, and put them on the table.
During dinner, Mom said, "Xiaofan, thank you for taking care of me these past few days. I'm so touched. You
've really . You've been very tired these past few days, so don't worry about me.
After dinner, go and rest early. If you get sick too, I'll really have no one to rely on."
Hearing Mom's words warmed my heart. Mom actually sees me as someone to rely on; how wonderful! I
said, "Mom, I'm not tired. The most important thing now is for you to get better. Don't worry, I'm so
young , this little thing won't tire me out. Dad's not here; he told me to take good care of you. Otherwise, he'll
punish me when he gets back."
I tried to ease the tension between Mom and Dad with these lighthearted words, but Mom
didn't seem to appreciate it at all. When I mentioned Dad, her face darkened, and she said, "Don't defend him. After all these years, don't I know him
? When has he ever thought about this family, you, or me, except for work? Let's eat."
Seeing that my words had ruined the pleasant atmosphere, I didn't say anything more. Sigh, I felt guilty and worried about Mom about that
incident Now that I'm finally feeling better, I have to worry about Dad and Mom's relationship
. It's really tough.
Thursday, April 20, 2006, 9:53 PM, Sunny.
Dad left this afternoon. He stayed home for three days this time. During those three days, I could see that Dad was trying
his best to please Mom. He bought her a beautiful top from Beijing and a set of
brand-name cosmetics. He kept saying nice things to her and cooked her different dishes every day. I also
tried to mediate between them from time to time.
But Mom didn't seem to appreciate it. She wasn't as happy as she used to be when Dad came home. She just silently did her own
thing, and even her tone when talking to Dad was as indifferent as if she were just an ordinary friend. Dad noticed the change in
Mom , but he was helpless. He just kept saying that he had spoken to the county government and was trying to get her to come back to work so she
could stay home more.
Today Dad was leaving, and Mom didn't show any reluctance, nor was she angry like the previous times. She didn't even nag like
she used to . Dad seemed to know he was wrong; he just sighed and told me I was old enough
to be obedient at home and help Mom more, then left.
This time when Dad came back, Mom's change surprised me.
It didn't seem like she was angry because Dad didn't come home for our wedding anniversary, because even when they argued before, Dad
would always make up quickly with a little teasing and coaxing.
But this time, Mom didn't seem angry at all, nor did she seem happy. She
was quite warm when talking to me, though. After Dad left in the afternoon, Mom even cooked dinner with me, and just now she wanted me to go
dancing . Sigh, what's going on? What should I do?
Saturday, April 29, 2006
, 11:02 PM, Sunny. Today is Saturday. I helped my mom wash the clothes this morning. After lunch, we hung the clothes on
the balcony . My mom saw that my hair was covered in water droplets, so she took a towel and wiped it for me, saying with concern, "
Xiao Fan has really grown into a big boy. With you around, Mom feels so much more relaxed."
I felt so warm hearing my mom's words, but I still said, "That's right, I'm already twenty-one, and
Dad always tells me to take good care of you before he leaves."
But my mom said, "He tells you to take care of me, so what is he doing? Let's not talk about him anymore. Take a break and come
shopping with me." I felt awkward again and had to shut up.
My mom seemed to be in a good mood today. She kept talking about this and that,
and we went from store to store, shopping extensively. She bought five big bags of clothes, small decorations, daily necessities, cosmetics, etc., which made my
legs stiff, my feet sore, and my hands sore from the bags.
I said, "Mom, let's just go straight to what we want to buy, instead of browsing through every store, okay? My legs are killing me."
Mom chuckled and said, "Silly boy, do you think women go shopping like you men, just to buy
things? We go shopping to enjoy ourselves and relax. If you're tired, find a place to rest and wait for me. I'll come back
to find you in a bit."
But how could I let Mom go alone? So I had to follow her. When Mom saw me catch up, she smiled and
said, "That's more like it. You've stood the test. If you really sat and waited, I'd be just like your dad, not knowing how to care for others.
My son is much better than him. I'll buy you some clothes later, to give you a compliment."
Oh my god, it turned out that telling me to rest and wait for her was a trap! Sigh, Mom is so unpredictable.
Later , Mom bought me a t-shirt and kept praising how stylish I looked.
My mom and I didn't go home for dinner that night. We ate hot pot at a restaurant, of course, her favorite spicy
fish hot pot. Watching her eat and talk, I felt so happy. The impact of that incident on her
had diminished significantly. She seemed to have returned to her former self. It seems my efforts over the past six months haven't
been in vain.
On the way home after dinner, I suggested taking a taxi since it's quite far, but my mom insisted on a walk. She said
I'd made her gain weight and she needed to exercise to lose it. Seeing her enthusiasm, I reluctantly carried the bags and complied.
Tired! Very tired, but also happy. Everything is getting better, and getting better still.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006, 9:17 PM, Sunny.
After a week of hard work, I finally got that matter settled for my friend. Although it cost him some money, the matter
was resolved smoothly. However, I now owe him a lot of favors at work. To thank me, my friend gave me two apartments next door...
I got a full package ticket for a scenic resort in a prefecture-level city. It supposedly included entrance fees, entertainment, accommodation, and meals.
He told me to bring my girlfriend, unaware that we had broken up long ago.
Sigh, I don't know if I feel guilty or if it's my due. Hehe. That evening, I told my mom about it
and asked if she was interested in going to relax. She said she'd think about it. After dinner, she said she'd heard the resort
was quite nice, and if no one was going with me, she could go with me.
After discussing it, we decided to take a day off this Friday and head back on Sunday afternoon. "Old
Gan" is quite considerate; although he's a friend of a friend and we don't see each other often, I genuinely
cared about him this time. These two packages don't count as bribery, right? Hehe.
Sunday, May 21, 2006, 9:17 PM, Light Rain.
Things in this world really do change with circumstances. I thought that as my relationship with my mom improved,
we slowly move on from that incident, but who knew that this trip would cause a qualitative
change in our relationship? This change surprised me and terrified me.
The day before yesterday, my mother and I went to that scenic resort as planned. I borrowed a car from a friend.
Although I don't drive much and was a little nervous on the road, the scenery along the mountain road
was truly breathtaking. My mother seemed especially happy,
gesturing handing me water and wiping my sweat.
Influenced by my mother and the scenery, I felt particularly relaxed and comfortable. The journey was smooth, and we arrived at the resort after about
three hours. The resort, nestled in the mountains, was uniquely built, filled with strange
rocks and bamboo forests. The accommodations were all wooden villas, clean and tidy, decorated warmly and elegantly.
However, there was a problem: because it was a package deal, the resort only provided one room with two 1.5-
meter beds. Remembering what had happened, I felt it wasn't appropriate and wanted to ask the staff if they could help us get another room,
even if it cost extra. But my mother didn't seem to care, saying that it was a waste to pay extra for something free, and insisted on not getting another room.
So, I had no choice but to stay with my mother.
After lunch, we went to the scenic area. The scenery was indeed beautiful: lush bamboo forests, majestic waterfalls, and
crystal-clear babbling brooks. All of this made Mom incredibly excited, as if she had returned to her youth.
She took off her shoes caught fish in the stream, bought some homemade bamboo water guns from the locals, and had a water fight with them.
Mom, who used to be quite timid, wasn't afraid at all when she went rafting. She shouted excitedly as she rushed down from the top. The
picturesque scenery and relaxed atmosphere made Mom and me completely forget all our worries, and we had a wonderful time.
Of course, every evening when Mom was taking a shower and changing clothes, I would consciously go for a walk beforehand to avoid her
misunderstanding or remembering that incident, so everything was fine.
Yesterday afternoon, Mom and I climbed the highest mountain in the scenic area. It was already a bit hot in May,
and Mom was clearly running out of energy when we were almost at the top. I suggested we turn back, but Mom said, "
How We've climbed more than halfway; we can't give up halfway."
We drank some water, rested for a while, and prepared to continue climbing. But after a few steps, I noticed Mom hadn't gotten up yet.
Just as I was about to ask her, she spoke first: "Xiaofan, Mom's almost exhausted, I can't even stand up
. Why don't you help me?"
Her reproachful tone startled me. But Mom stared at me and reached out her hand. I had no choice but to go back
and take her hand, helping her up. Seeing her up, I wanted to let go, but Mom didn't seem
inclined to didn't look at me, but held my hand and continued climbing.
I had no choice but to continue pulling her up. There were few people on the mountain path, and the mountains were very quiet, with only a few
birdsongs and the occasional rustling of the wind through the trees and bamboo. Mom and I didn't speak, holding hands and focusing on
climbing towards the summit.
When we reached the top, our palms were sweaty, whether from heat or fatigue. My mother's
slender fingers and delicate skin made my heart pound. Sensing something was wrong, I quickly let go of her
hand and sat down under a tree, drinking water incessantly. My mother watched me silently for a while, then found a rock to sit on,
her eyes gazing blankly down the mountain.
A cool breeze had picked up on the mountaintop, but remembering what had just happened, remembering the feeling of holding my mother's hand, I
still felt sweat trickling down my forehead. My mother and I sat, one under the tree, the other on the rock, neither of us speaking.
After a while , the dozen or so people who had been on the mountaintop gradually descended, leaving only my mother and me. My mother went to
the viewing platform at the summit, leaned against the railing for a while, and then called me over.
"Have you seen Titanic?" Mom asked.
"Yes, why?"
"You remember that classic pose the male and female leads struck at the bow of the ship, right? I've always wanted
to stand at the bow and imitate it someday, but I've never had the chance to ride a ship. Does this look like the bow of a ship? There's a bamboo forest below,
so beautiful! Will you help Mom fulfill this wish?" As she spoke, I felt Mom's face flush slightly as she glanced
at me, then she stood by the railing with her arms outstretched.
Hearing Mom's words, my heart started pounding again. I pondered Mom's words,
what did she mean? Was she just asking me to help her fulfill her wish of imitating the movie?
Just as I was nervously thinking, Mom turned her head and said, "What's wrong, Xiaofan? Don't you want to help me?"
I quickly composed myself and said, "No." "
Then come on, stand behind me and hold my waist."
I remember being extremely nervous at that moment, my outstretched hands trembling slightly, but I finally held Mom's
waist. That soft feeling almost made me impulsively act, but I didn't dare to think too much about it, and sweat kept pouring down my forehead.
Mom stood there for a while and said, "Close your eyes and listen to the wind."
I instinctively did as she said and closed my eyes, but I could only feel
the warmth of her body emanating from my hands; I couldn't hear any wind at all, which made my hands tremble even more.
Just as I was trying my best to suppress my feelings, Mom said again, "How beautiful! If only we had a camera to
capture this moment, we could preserve it forever. I wish it could stay like this forever."
Mom's words struck me like a bolt of lightning. What did she mean?
This was definitely not just a simple exclamation triggered by the beautiful scenery; there was more to her words…
Just as I was pondering this anxiously, Mom turned her head, glanced at me, smiled, and said, "What are you thinking about, silly
boy? Okay, let's go down the mountain."
I quickly snapped out of my daze, forced a smile, and said okay. I let go of my mother's waist. She smiled but didn't say
anything, and started walking downhill. I quickly followed behind her.
Along the way, my mother hummed a song and skipped along like a child, occasionally
picking up a fallen bamboo leaf or wildflower. Finally, she even made a flower wreath out of roadside vines and wildflowers
and put it on her head, asking me if it looked good.
But I was trailing behind, my mind racing with anxious thoughts. I kept thinking about my mother's hand, then
her waist, and her words kept echoing in my ears.
The saying "the weather is unpredictable" is really true. The sky had been fine just moments before, but when we reached the mountainside,
the wind picked up, and many clouds rolled in from the east. My mother said it was going to rain, so we quickened our pace
downhill , but just as we reached the foot of the mountain, a torrential downpour began. Without thinking, I took off my t-shirt and
used it to shield my mother and me from the rain, then grabbed her and ran towards the resort.
We finally made it back to our room, both of us soaked to the bone. We'd run so fast that as soon as we
closed the door, we were both leaning against the wall, panting heavily,
too .
After a short rest, I noticed that my mother's hair, which had been styled in a bun, was now disheveled from the rain .
Her white t-shirt clung tightly to her body, revealing the shape of her breasts,
and her pale yellow bra was clearly visible. I, on the other hand, had taken off my t-shirt and was shirtless, with rainwater streaming down my back.
We exchanged a glance. My mother seemed to notice my
gaze , blushed slightly, and turned her face away. I immediately looked away from her chest and said, "Mom,
hurry up and take a shower and change your clothes. I'll wait for you outside." I turned to open the door.
The moment my hand grasped the door lock, my mother hugged me tightly from behind. My body stiffened, my mind went
blank , and I stood there dumbfounded. My mother held me tightly, pressing her head against my back, and I could feel her
sobbing.
After a while, I heard my mother crying and saying, "Xiaofan, thank you for taking care of me this past year. I'm so touched,
you know? I've never been cared for or cherished by a man like this before. You know your father, he
only cares about his career and work, all he thinks about is how to get promoted, he never cares about our family.
Do you know how much bitterness and loneliness I've felt all these years? I didn't even have anyone to confide in. It's your
care for me all this time that has made me feel like a woman again. It's so wonderful to have someone who cares and cherishes me.
Do you remember what happened last year? At first, I was in so much pain, I felt like I couldn't go on living. But now I'm
grateful for that incident. If it weren't for that, how could you be so considerate and caring towards me? I'm a woman, I
crave to be
cared for, to be cherished. I also have loneliness and solitude, can you understand me? I'm not a bad woman, otherwise I would have wronged your father long ago. But now I really depend on you, I want you to love me, care for me, and
cherish me. If I hated that incident before, now I don't resent it at all, I don't regret it at all,
do you understand what I'm saying?" My mother said while crying.
Although her words were a little incoherent, every single one tugged at my heartstrings. I understood her perfectly, of course.
My heart pounded faster and faster. My body, chilled from the rain, began to feel
the warmth emanating from my mother. I couldn't tell if the water on my back was from her tears or the rain, but I didn't know how to answer
her. I could only let her hold me and sob against my back.
After a while, seeing that I didn't answer or react, she slowly let go, went into the room
, and lay down on the bed to continue crying. I stood there blankly for a while, then looked out the door. The rain was still pouring down. I
ran to a small pavilion in the bamboo grove not far away, repeatedly thinking about my mother's words.
My mother has worked so hard. I've witnessed and deeply understood everything she's done over the years
. I've been raised by her almost entirely since I was a child. My father rarely comes home.
My mother , and does all the chores by herself.
My mother appears gentle on the surface, but she's a strong-willed person at heart. She's never talked about these things with anyone, but I
remember many times when she took me to see other families of three strolling in the park, and when those couples walked intimately together ,
a hint of loneliness would always appear in her eyes.
Yes, my mother is a woman, and women all yearn to be loved and cherished, but she
rarely . The way she looked when I gave her gifts these past few times showed that she's also a woman
at heart, longing for romance and to be pampered.
Although I don't know what my parents' sex life is like, they're at least often apart. My mother is a
normal woman; frankly, at her age, she should be in her prime, so how can she
be satisfied?
Perhaps, as my mother says, my care and attention have given her a sense of happiness, and
she's begun to cling to me, even developing a love that transcends motherhood. But can I accept it? Would
accepting it be unfair to my father? What if she only acted on impulse and regretted it later? What if she
regrets it and returns to her days of silence and pain? But what if I don't accept it? Would I be betraying my mother's heart?
My mother has confessed her feelings to me. Will I embarrass her if I don't accept? Will she do something rash again?
My mind raced, one moment thinking of this, the next of that. One moment I thought of my mother's hardships, the next of
my father's admonitions, then the warm memories of our walks, shopping trips, and jokes, then I thought of
my mother 's hands, her back, and then I recalled that dark, silent period of our lives. My mind was a jumbled mess, I
couldn't make sense of it all.
Before I knew it, it was dark, and the rain had stopped. I was still shirtless, and
a gust of wind made me feel very cold. I didn't know if I should go back to my room, or how to tell my mother.
Eventually, the mountain night wind became unbearable, and people were already going for walks in the bamboo forest after dinner
. I reluctantly went back to my room. I opened the door; the room was dark, the lights were off, and as soon as I closed the door,
I could hear my mother crying.
I turned on the light and went in. I saw my mother still lying on the bed, sobbing. Her body was trembling with each sob.
Her hair was disheveled and spread across her shoulders and the pillow. The pillow was soaked, I couldn't tell if it was
rainwater left on her hair or her tears.
Looking at my mother's trembling body and listening to her mournful sobs, I felt a pang of heartache. For some reason,
my nose tingled and I couldn't help but burst into tears. Ignoring the conflict in my heart, I walked over and, crying, put my hand on my mother's shoulder,
saying, "Mom, don't cry. I understand everything you've said, and I understand your difficulties. It's just that it all happened so
suddenly , and my mind is a bit of a mess. Please don't cry, okay? It hurts me so much to see you so sad."
My mother's sobs slowly turned into laughter. She sat up, turned around, and grabbed my hand, saying, "Xiaofan, do you
think Mom is a bad woman? Listen to Mom, Mom isn't a bad woman. Although your father is rarely home, Mom
has never done anything to betray him. But right now, I really depend on you. I just want your care and protection.
What Mom is saying is true. Do you believe me?"
I looked at my mother firmly and said, "Mom, of course I believe you. I know you're a good woman, and I
love you very much. It's just that what happened has affected me a lot. I'm afraid you acted impulsively. If you regret it, I really
don't know what to do..."
Hearing me say that she also loved him, before I could finish speaking, my mother covered my mouth with her hand and nestled in my arms, saying
, "Don't say anymore. Actually, I've been conflicted too. I've scolded myself for developing such an attachment to you, but your
concern for me..." Your care and concern truly moved me. I felt so happy and warm. You don't understand a woman's
longing for care and love. You should know my personality. Although I'm a woman, once I've made up my mind, even if
it's wrong, I won't regret it. Actually, I thought about it for a long time before I dared to tell you. I've made up my mind. Since
we already had one experience with a man, I don't care about anything else. Even if there's any retribution, it's my fault,
so let me bear it alone. I just want you to continue to care for me, understand me, cherish me, and love me,
so I can be a real woman, a happy woman." After saying that, she looked up at me and asked, "Okay?"
Hearing my mother's confession, I was once again shocked. Her determination made my heart churn
like . I felt that I, a man, was inferior to my mother. How pathetic.
Looking at my mother's tear-streaked face, I felt an overwhelming pity. Feeling
the softness , I felt myself heating up, my mouth going dry. I hugged her tightly and said,
"Mom, I'm so sorry, I'm such a coward, making you so sad. I love you so much, I'll take good care of you and cherish you
, I'll always love you as long as you want."
My mother hugged me back tightly, and slowly our body temperatures rose.
I felt her breasts pressed against my chest, and my hands involuntarily began to
gently .
The room fell silent; I could almost hear our heartbeats. We hugged for a long time,
and gradually my initial nervousness subsided, my confused mind cleared. Slowly, her
scent aroused my body, my lower body began to swell, and in a moment of passion, I lifted
her face and kissed her deeply. Our new relationship began.
Before I knew it, my mother and I were both naked. All I could see was a snow-white, voluptuous
body , which ignited my desire. My mind went blank, and I pounced on her,
kissing and caressing her relentlessly until I entered her. After a series of rapid thrusts, I rolled
off lay on the bed.
The ceiling light made it impossible for me to see anything. My mother lay there, panting. Gradually, our
breathing calmed, and my mind returned to normal. I asked my mother, "Mom, are you really not going to
regret this?"
My mother rolled over, rested her head on my chest, and hugged me, saying, "As long as you love and care for me, I won't
regret it. Even if I'm struck by lightning, I'll have been happy."
I was deeply moved by my mother's words and reached out to hug her tightly, savoring the warmth. We
didn't speak again, and slowly, my mother and I fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw my mother still in my arms
, awake, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. I asked her what was wrong. Instead of answering me, she asked, "
Xiaofan, don't you think I'm shameless, a mother doing this to her son?"
I turned to face her and said, "Mom, I absolutely don't have such thoughts. I've always thought you were
the kindest mother and the best woman in the world. I'm not a child anymore; I understand your loneliness and
I normal physiological needs. Although others might think what we're doing is wrong, I know it's because you love me,
and I love you too. You'll always be the best in my heart."
My mother looked at me and listened to me finish. Tears welled up in her eyes again. I think she was moved by my words
, so I teased her, saying, "Mom, why are you crying again? You're such a grown-up, yet you cry so much. You've been crying
for so long today; your eyes look like peaches. It breaks my heart to see you like this. If you cry again, I'll cry too. Let's
not sleep tonight and have a good cry-out!"
My mother was genuinely amused by my words. Wiping away her tears, she smiled and said, "I won't cry anymore.
I'll be so happy with you in the future. I'll never cry again."
At that moment, I felt the bed beneath me was wet. I released my mother and sat up, seeing a large wet patch on the bed.
I realized that my mother had gone back to her room wearing soaking wet clothes and had climbed onto the bed to cry. Combined with my own soaking
wet pants, the bed had been soaked for a while, but I hadn't noticed because of my nervousness and excitement.
My mother also realized something was wrong and looked down, saying, "Oh, it's so dirty!" She quickly jumped off the bed.
This movement made her breasts jiggle, and my gaze was involuntarily drawn to them. My mother
sensed my gaze and realized she was still naked.
Her face flushed, she grabbed a pillowcase from the other bed, covered her chest, said "Don't come in," and fled into the bathroom.
Hearing the running water, I slowly calmed down, sat on the sofa, and reflected on what had happened
between my mother and me that day—a mix of surprise, emotion, and a little fear and pressure.
I was overjoyed to have my mother again, and to have her for a long time to come. I was also moved by how suddenly
things happened, how quickly things changed, and by my mother's decisiveness and resolve. I felt a little guilty towards
my father, and the pressure came from figuring out how to better care for my mother, show her love, and make her happy.
My mother came out of the shower in her pajamas, and I took a shower too. Since one bed was wet, my mother and I
squeezed onto the other bed and cuddled together. We didn't make love; we just held each other, caressed each other, and enjoyed each other's company.
A deep love and warm atmosphere enveloped us as we whispered our innermost thoughts and drifted off to sleep.
This morning, when I woke up, my mother was no longer in the room. I was a little nervous, wondering if she had
truly regretted her decision. I quickly dressed and went to look for her. Finally,
I spotted her on an open-air balcony in the resort. My mother was leaning on the railing, gazing into the distance in the sunlight. My heart pounded as I approached her. She
turned her head, saw me, and her face flushed slightly before she turned back to look ahead.
I asked nervously, "Mom, what's wrong?"
My mother noticed something was off about my voice and seemed to understand my thoughts. She smiled and said, "Nothing. I came out
to watch the sunrise. Don't you think the sunrise is the most beautiful? Especially the sunlight after the rain. From the moment I made up my mind to push through the clouds,
I was ready to welcome the new sun. I won't regret it."
I understood the meaning behind my mother's words. She was just too shy to say it outright, but she clearly implied that she didn't
regret it . My anxious heart finally calmed down. Relaxed, I leaned on the railing and said, "Mom, I always thought you were
a very gentle woman, but I didn't expect you to be such a firm and decisive one."
Mom blushed and said, "Gentle or decisive, it's all a woman's nature. Women all have a vulnerable side and
crave support."
"Mom, don't worry, I'll be your support from now on. I'll never let you suffer."
Mom didn't say anything after hearing my words, but gave me a deep look and smiled, saying, "Let's go, Mom's hungry."
After breakfast, Mom lost the calm she had on the balcony that morning and became a lively and adorable
little girl again. We chased and played in the bamboo forest on the mountain. She made a flower wreath and made me
put it on her. I no longer felt the tension and conflict of the previous day. I put the wreath on her and even kissed her cheek,
which startled Mom. She looked around nervously to see if anyone was there, then shyly warned me that I absolutely couldn't do that in public.
After lunch, we started our journey home. Along the way, Mom kept talking about all the
beautiful scenery she had seen these past few days, exclaiming that these were the most relaxed and happiest days she had had in recent years.
Seeing my mother's happy face, my initial worries slowly disappeared. Recalling the
intimate moments with her last night, I suddenly realized a problem, a very serious problem. I slammed on the brakes
and pulled the car to the side of the road. Because my mother wasn't expecting it, she lurched forward and almost hit
the windshield .
My mother was startled and, seeing my nervous expression, quickly asked, "What's wrong, Xiaofan?"
I didn't know what to say for a moment. My mother was anxious: "Xiaofan, what's wrong? Say something! Don't
scare your mother!"
I mustered my courage and asked softly, "Mom, about what we did yesterday, could you be pregnant again?"
My mother's face turned red instantly when she heard my question. She turned to look ahead and said, "You only just remembered
? What were you doing then?"
I nervously answered her, "I... I was too impulsive. I'm sorry, Mom, it's all my fault."
My mother was amused by my nervousness and stammering words. She turned back and glared at me, saying, "Okay,
don't be nervous. Everything'll be fine these next few days. Don't overthink it. Just drive carefully. You scared me to death." Hearing my mother
say that, I felt relieved, smiled foolishly, and continued driving.
It was past 9 pm when I got home. We were both exhausted. We each took a shower and ate something quickly. Mom
went to her room. Without being invited, I didn't know whether I should go to her room to sleep, so I went back to
my own room. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, my mind replaying everything that happened yesterday. It felt
like a dream. I don't know what the future holds for Mom and me; everything is uncertain. But it's
so good to have Mom.
It's almost 2 am now, and I've never written such a long diary entry before.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006, 8:05 PM, Sunny. Yesterday
, I was very confused because Mom's behavior really baffled me. I thought that after we had physical intimacy, Mom's attitude towards me should have changed. But this morning, after praising my cooking, she rushed off to work without any intimacy or lingering affection. In my imagination, after having physical intimacy with Mom, we should have a romantic relationship beyond just mother and son. Even if it's not like the erotic novels I've read, it should still be very intimate. Although I now know that my mother won't regret having sex with me, why didn't it feel like we were lovers? But I didn't dare ask her directly, so this confusion troubled me all day. When I got home in the evening, my mother was already there, busy in the kitchen. I wanted to help, but she shooed me out, saying, "Alright, what's a grown man doing in the kitchen all day? Before, I wasn't feeling well, but now I'm fine. Don't worry about these things, just go out." I said, "Mom, I said I'd take good care of you and cherish you." My mother replied, "I know you mean well, that's enough. Taking care of me and cherishing me doesn't mean you have to cook for me every day. I need someone who cares about me and cherishes me to rely on, not just a cook. Listen to me and go out." Saying this, she pushed me out of the kitchen, so I went back to the living room and turned on the TV. From the living room, I could hear my mother humming a song while cooking; it seemed she was in a good mood. During dinner, my mother told me about her work: who had argued with a student's parent and the parent had come to her demanding a resolution; who had used . My mother talked on and on, thoroughly enjoying herself. As we were finishing our meal, Mom asked me, "Xiaofan, won't you get annoyed by all this?" I said, "No, not at all. How could I be annoyed? I've never heard you tell me these things before; they're quite interesting." Mom sighed and said, "Sigh, before, whenever I told your dad about these things, he'd say it was annoying, that these things had nothing to do with him. Actually, I didn't mean to nag; I just wanted to vent about some work-related frustrations to my closest person ." I said, "Mom, you can tell me anything you want to say from now on. I'm always willing to listen, and I love hearing whatever you say ." "Really? Don't let it just be a passing fancy; you might end up like your dad." I said, "Mom, really, I love hearing anything you want to say. I swear." Mom smiled happily and said, "Xiaofan is so good." After dinner, I took the dishes from Mom and washed them. We watched TV together for a while, and then Mom went back to her room.

I really wanted to go in, but since Mom hadn't said anything, I didn't dare to be impulsive. I was conflicted, unsure whether I should go into
Mom 's room. I really wanted to be close to her again, but I hadn't received an invitation from her. Around 10 o'clock
, I couldn't sit still any longer, so I mustered up my courage and pushed open the door to Mom's bedroom.
Mom was already asleep. I quietly walked to her bedside. Mom was turned to her side with her back to me. I
gently called her name twice, but she didn't respond. I thought she was asleep. Although I really wanted to crawl into her bed,
I still didn't dare. After thinking
for a while, I had no choice but to go back. I had only taken a couple of steps when I heard Mom say in a very soft voice, "I thought you weren't going to come in?"
I turned around in surprise. Mom had already sat up, her head down, her hands fidgeting with each other, but I could still
see that her face was very red. I said, "You didn't say anything, so I didn't dare to come."
Mom looked up and glared at me, saying, "Idiot, do you expect me to ask you to come?"
I immediately understood that Mom was actually just shy. I really was quite stupid. I grinned foolishly, immediately rushed
over, jumped onto the bed, and hugged my mother. She struggled, pushing me away and saying, "Oh, don't rush! You
were watching TV outside, why didn't you go wash up? Go take a shower!"
Then I remembered that my mother was a very clean person. I smiled awkwardly, let go of her, and rushed into
the bathroom to shower. When I returned to my mother's room wearing only my underwear, the main light was off,
leaving only the small pink lamp by the bedside, making the room incredibly cozy.
My mother had already buried her head under the covers. I pulled back the covers and slipped inside. Her
pajamas were gone; she was lying there with her eyes closed, wearing only a bra and underwear. I couldn't tell if it was the light or shyness, but her
face was flushed.
I immediately embraced her smooth, warm body and kissed her face and lips. My mother's body stiffened
for a moment before she hugged me tightly and kissed me. Soon, my hands roamed over her body
, and I pulled off her bra and panties. Her breathing quickened, and she let out soft moans.
While kissing her breasts, I reached between her legs. It
was already very wet, and this wetness further fueled my desire. My already erect penis swelled even more. I
didn't bother with further caresses; I got up, took off my panties, climbed on top of my mother, and parted her legs to enter her. But
my mother suddenly pushed me away forcefully, saying, "You're in such a hurry again, you forgot about that again, didn't you?"
I then realized I hadn't prepared any contraception. I was filled with regret. Why hadn't I thought
to buy condoms? In my haste and regret, my desire vanished, and my penis quickly shrank
back. I helplessly climbed off my mother and sat on the bed, filled with remorse.
Mom sensed my reaction and change, and nudged me, saying, "You used to be so
careless , but now you regret it, you idiot, look at that black bag in the bedside table."
I turned to look at Mom; she was looking at me too. Her face seemed to flush even more as she looked at me, and she closed her eyes again.
I quickly opened the bedside table drawer. Inside the black plastic bag were two boxes of condoms,
Jissbon brand . Mom's quite generous with money; she's so thoughtful. And it seems she'd been preparing for our intimacy for a while
.
A surge of excitement coursed through me. I opened the box, tore off a condom, and pounced on Mom again. But
the tension had made my penis shriveled. No matter how much
I kissed and touched her, even though she was panting heavily, my penis wouldn't get hard. The more I tried, the worse it got. Finally,
I helplessly got off Mom, angrily pounding the bed.
Mom sensed something was wrong with me. Seeing my anxious expression, she said, "You're just too impatient and careless. Don't worry,
you must have been too nervous just now. It'll be fine in a bit." As she spoke, Mom leaned closer to me, pressing her body against mine,
resting her head on my arm, and gently stroking my chest with one hand.
This was the first time Mom had ever touched me so actively. My anxiety immediately vanished. I felt a
ticklish, pleasant sensation wherever Mom's hand touched. I saw Mom's eyes were closed, her face flushed, but her hand
never stopped. Slowly, it reached my inner thigh, and after exploring there, Mom lowered her head and buried her face in my
armpit, her hand grasping my penis.
I felt the softness and warmth of Mom's hand, and in a flash, my penis hardened, seemingly even harder than
before . Mom sensed my erection, squeezed it tightly, and withdrew her hand.
I knew Mom was still shy, but I didn't care anymore. Seizing the opportunity, I rolled over, tore open the condom
wrapper, and climbed on top of her. I spread her legs, guided my large penis to her genitals,
and since she was already very wet, I easily slid in with a "whoosh." Mom's body tensed,
her brow furrowed slightly, she snorted, opened her eyes, glared at me, and then closed them again.
I continued to thrust in and out of her, and with each movement, Mom
clung tightly to me, her legs spread wide. She didn't make any of the moans or groans you hear in movies and novels, no shouts of "faster!" or "
harder!" or "I can't take it anymore!" She just made rhythmic "hiss... um
... hiss... um" sounds with each thrust.
While it wasn't as stimulating as in movies and novels, to me it was like heavenly music,
making me even more excited. Soon, Mom's characteristic moans grew louder and louder. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly.
I don't know how many times or how long my large penis had entered and exited her body, but then her body stiffened, her hands
gripping the sheets tightly, letting out a long hiss… her body went limp, and her hips stopped lifting.
I knew Mom had climaxed. I quickened my movements, and finally, a stream of semen gushed out, shooting into
Mom 's body—no, it should be said, shooting into the condom. Only then did I realize I was covered in sweat
.
I got off Mom and lay on the bed, panting heavily. I saw Mom's eyes were slightly closed, her chest heaving
, her face flushed, and beads of sweat on her forehead. Her languid, weak appearance was truly
endearing.
I leaned over and wiped the sweat from her forehead, gently kissing her cheek. Mom
opened her eyes looked at me shyly, and nestled into my arms, hugging me tightly. Neither of us spoke, just
holding each other, smelling Mom's scent, listening to each other's heartbeats. The room was utterly quiet.
My heartbeat gradually returned to normal, and I put my hand on my mother's back and said, "Mom, are you feeling better?"
My mother's face was still buried in my arms. She didn't answer, just pinched my back without saying a word. I
asked playfully, "Mom, tell me, is it comfortable?" My mother pinched me again, still not speaking, but
she nodded twice with her head buried in my arms.
I knew my mother was shy, so I didn't tease her anymore. I nibbled on her hair with my mouth, gently stroking her smooth back,
feeling the softness and smoothness of her body. My mother curled up obediently in my arms like an obedient child, and
my heart was filled with happiness.
I thought about how although my mother and I had been intimate three times, the first time was after drinking, and I didn't even
know how it happened. The second time at the resort was also just as impulsive, and I hadn't really appreciated my mother
's body properly.
I let go of my mother's arms, lifted the blanket and let her lie flat. My mother didn't know what I was going to do,
and she closed her eyes letting me do as I pleased. My gaze swept over my mother's body, and I realized that my mother was truly beautiful. Her skin
was very fair and smooth, without any obvious scars.
Although she was 40 years old, her body was still very supple; her breasts weren't very large, slightly
sagging, but it didn't affect her cleavage; her nipples weren't large, and her areolas were also small, about the size of a one-yuan coin, and
a dark brownish-red in color.
Her stomach wasn't very flat, and her pubic hair wasn't lush but was very black, not large in area but
quite ; her legs weren't bulky, they were very firm, her calves were very thin, and her toenails were painted with light pink nail polish, which I
had never noticed before.
She noticed me looking at her body, blushed, and said, "What are you looking at? Don't look at me like that." She tried to
pull the blanket over herself, but how could I give up such a good opportunity? I grabbed the blanket to stop her from covering herself. My mother tried to pull it off a few
times but couldn't, and shyly covered her face with her hands.
I wanted to spread my mother's legs to get a closer look at her genitals, but my mother squeezed her legs tightly together. I said, "Mom,
you're so beautiful, let me see you, please." I said in a coquettish tone, and with a forceful movement, I spread
her legs, and my mother's genitals were finally exposed before my eyes.
Mom quickly lowered her hands from her face and placed them over her genitals. I continued to pull her hands away, bracing her
legs with my arms to prevent her from closing them. Mom struggled a few times but failed, then covered her face again and remained still.
Although Mom's pubic hair wasn't thick, it extended to both sides of her vulva. Her labia weren't thick and were brownish-red,
with some of the fluid that had just flowed out still on them. I gently parted her labia with my hands; inside, it was pink and tender, and her clitoris was very small . I wondered
if it would enlarge when she was aroused.
As my hands touched her labia and clitoris, Mom's buttocks began to tremble slightly, and
clear fluid started to secrete again. I couldn't resist wanting to kiss her, but as soon as I lowered my head, my lips just touched Mom's genitals.
Mom sat up abruptly, saying, "Oh dear, what are you doing? It's so dirty! You're kissing me like that!"
I looked up and smiled, saying, "How could it be dirty? Mom's body is the cleanest place."
Mom glared at me and said, "Really, is that a place you can kiss?"
It seemed Mom had never performed oral sex before. I said, "Mom, you're so beautiful. I just want to kiss you, I want to kiss
every part of your body. Actually, everyone kisses here, that's called oral sex. Only the most beloved do that.
Just let me kiss you." Saying that, I pushed her down and, without saying another word, lowered my head and kissed her.
Mom was caught off guard. When she tried to close her legs again, my tongue was already licking her labia.
Mom's body trembled violently, she hissed, and her legs stopped moving. I licked her labia for a
while, then my tongue parted them, licking the tender flesh inside.
My mother's whole body began to tremble, her hips twisting, and she made hissing sounds.
Soon, her small clitoris enlarged, and my tongue quickly found it. Her
body contorted even more violently, one hand gripping the sheets and the other my hair, her moans growing louder.
I diligently licked her clitoris, and a large amount of fluid gushed out.
I began to push my tongue further inside her vagina, stirring it around, my nose able to rub against her clitoris
. After a while, her body went limp with a violent tremor and twisting.
Satisfied my side, stroking her breasts.
My mother panted for a moment, then slightly opened her eyes and glared at me, pinching my arm and saying, "You naughty boy, where
did you learn this? It's killing me!"
I laughed and said, "I learned it from movies. Everyone does it like this. They always do oral sex beforehand. Is it comfortable?"
My mother blushed and said irritably, "Whether it's comfortable or not is none of your business." Then she buried her head in my chest again.
Seeing my mother's shy expression made me so happy; I thought she looked incredibly beautiful. My already hard penis throbbed with
desire. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, you're so beautiful. Can I have more?" My mother didn't answer, but
shook her head, which was buried in my chest.
I took her hand and placed it on my penis. She tried to pull away, but I held it down. She tried
several times but couldn't manage it, finally managing to hold on. I said, "Mom, I really want it. Give it to me."
My mother still didn't speak, nor did she nod or shake her head; she just used her hand to stroke my penis. I couldn't
resist any longer. I got up, grabbed a condom, quickly put it on, and rolled over onto her. My mother didn't
struggle ; she slightly parted her thighs, allowing my penis to smoothly align with her genitals. This time, I didn't act impulsively; I slowly
pushed my penis into my mother's vagina.
My mother's lower body was already soaking wet. The moment my large penis fully entered, she
tightly hugged me, her legs spread wide, and she hissed. Unlike the previous times when I just
thrust wildly, I let my penis slowly go in and out, slowly savoring the depths of her body.
My mother kept her eyes closed, softly moaning through her nose, her hips still gently twisting and lifting,
matching my movements. I experienced the benefits of a mature woman, unlike my previous girlfriend, who,
although very open and we were always excited, didn't know how to cooperate.
After hundreds of slow in-and-out thrusts, I couldn't suppress my desire and began to speed up. My mother's
moans changed, becoming a unique hiss... um... Her hands no longer gripped the sheets, but
instead held me tightly, clutching my back. The twisting and lifting of her hips became even more pronounced. Ten minutes of intense thrusting made both
my mother and I breathe heavily, and finally, we both reached orgasm, trembling.
I lay panting on top of my mother, resting until I was comfortable before getting off her. I reached down, removed
the condom from my penis, and tossed it off the bed. Suddenly, a question popped into my head, so I crawled over and whispered in her ear, "Mom,
when did you buy that condom?"
My mother blushed deeply, let out a soft moan, and snuggled into my arms. She pinched my flesh for a moment before
saying, "I know you too well. You're so careless. I was too embarrassed to ask you to buy it, so I went to
the pharmacy ."
I kissed her hair, cupped her breast, and said, "You're so good to me, Mom. I know I'm careless,
I'll definitely change."
My mother then pulled away from my arms, looked up, and said, blushing, "Let me tell you, from now on, these things are your responsibility.
Don't come looking for me if you forget."
My mother and I hugged each other, caressing and talking. I learned that the reason my mother hadn't had an IUD was because she
always had inflammation after having one before. She got a certificate from the hospital and submitted it to the family planning commission, which prevented her from getting another one. I also learned that
my mother had never performed oral sex before. Finally, Mom fell asleep with her head on my arm.
When I woke up this morning, Mom was still asleep, and my arm, which she had been using as a pillow for all night, was sore and tired. But
seeing how beautifully she was sleeping, I couldn't bear to wake her, so I let her continue using it despite the soreness.
When the living room clock struck seven, Mom woke up, opened her eyes, and saw me looking at her. Her face turned red, and she said, "
What are you looking at?"
I didn't answer her directly, but just stared at her and said, "Mom, you're so beautiful."
Mom blushed even more. I quickly pulled my arm away when I saw Mom was awake; it was numb and sore.
Mom saw me rubbing my arm with a frown and realized I'd been using it all night. She reached out and rubbed
my arm too, saying, "Really, you must have been very sleepy. Why didn't you take it out sooner?"
I said, "I saw you were sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to disturb you. I'm fine, I'll be fine after moving around a bit."
Mom stared at me for a long time, then snuggled into my arms, rubbing my arm, and said, "Xiao Fan, it's so good to have
you. Mom made the right decision. I won't be scared at night anymore."
I was overjoyed by Mom's praise and said, "Mom, don't worry, I'll let you use it every night from now on."
Mom hugged me tightly again. We hugged in bed until almost 8 o'clock before getting up and rushing off to work
.
Today, I've been immersed in warm memories with Mom. It felt so wonderful. Just thinking about Mom's
beautiful body and unique moans makes my penis hard. I won't hesitate any longer; after finishing
this diary entry, I'll run to Mom's room. Keep going! Take good care of Mom, love her, and make her
happy !
Monday, July 10, 2006, 8:11 PM, Sunny.
These past few days, the close contact with Mom has strengthened our bond, and she's become increasingly happy.
Just as many people have said, thanks to my careful nurturing, Mom's complexion has improved. She told me that
several of her colleagues have commented on her rosy complexion and improved spirits.
The atmosphere at home is also exceptionally good. Although we don't have the frequent hugs and kisses we share when we get home, I
help Mom tidy up the room, cook, and do laundry every day. Although Mom always says I don't need to do these chores, I
feel very warm and romantic doing chores with her.
Every night, I write in my diary early and then go to Mom's room to share a bed with her, feeling intimately connected.
Now I'm very familiar with Mom's body and know her sensitive areas inside and out.
Although my mother is still shy every time, she has never refused when I ask her to do it each night. In fact, I
think she looks forward to it every night because she always takes a shower early and goes to bed,
but she's just too embarrassed to ask. She's also used to me giving her oral sex. Although I also want her to give me
oral sex , I know she's never done it before, so I don't want to ask her directly. I'll take it slowly.
Now, although I can have sex with my mother every night, at least once, sometimes twice, I'm becoming more and more obsessed with her
body . Every day, besides thinking about taking good care of her and showing her concern, all I think about is how to have sex with her.
One day last month, at work, I thought about the time we made love, and I suddenly realized that, except for the first
two times , we've always used condoms. Although it's comfortable, sometimes I feel like there's something in the way,
and it's not as pleasurable as not using a condom.
Last night, after we made love, I hugged her and told her my thoughts, asking if she could
take the pill. Mom thought for a while and agreed, blushing, "It's fine if you don't wear it, you go buy the medicine, I won't interfere."
The next day I went and bought the medicine, but it's only effective if taken on the fifth day of menstruation. Mom's period started on the 2nd
last month Mom's period
started on July 3rd, and it was exactly five days by the 7th. Mom obediently took the medicine, but unfortunately, her period hadn't
completely stopped by then, so I had to endure it.
This afternoon when I got home, Mom was cooking in the kitchen. When I saw her wearing a black sports skirt,
I was overjoyed because I already knew that Mom only wore dark pants during her period, and only
wore light-colored pants or skirts after her period was over. Since Mom was wearing a skirt, it meant her period was
over. Thinking about it, my big cock was already hard.
When Mom saw me come back, she smiled and said, "Xiao Fan, are you hungry? This dish will be ready to eat soon."
I didn't say anything, walked behind her, put my arms around her waist, and kissed the back of her head and ear, saying, "Mom,
has 'Auntie' left?"
Mom was taken aback, then understood what I meant. Her face turned red, and she slapped my hand that was around her waist, saying:
"You little pervert, how did you know?"
I said, gently kneading her breast with one hand. "Because you're wearing a skirt."
Mom turned her head and glared at me. "Always trying to be clever. Use that energy on your work."
I chuckled and continued kissing her ear, gently kneading her breast. I moved my leg forward, pressing my erect
penis against her buttocks. Mom felt my change and struggled, saying, "Xiao Fan, what are you
doing ? Don't mess around."
I didn't stop and continued my actions, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I want you."
Mom's face turned even redder. She twisted her body, continuing to stir-fry the vegetables with one hand while trying to pull my hand away from her
breast saying, "It's so embarrassing in broad daylight. Stop it, it's making my ears itch."
How could I stop? Instead, I intensified my actions, lifting her skirt to touch her buttocks. Mom
Her breasts and buttocks were her sensitive areas. I gently brushed my hand through her panties, while my other
arm tightly encircled her waist to keep her from moving. My hand reached up and kneaded her breasts. My mother could only endure the tickling and twist her hips,
trying to avoid my hand: "Xiao Fan, please don't do this, okay? Can't I give it to you tonight?"
My mother's twisting hips rubbed against my big penis, making me even more excited. I said firmly, "No, Mom,
I can't hold back anymore. I've been so pent up these past few days. I want to love you right now." As I spoke, I put her earlobe in
my mouth and licked it with my tongue, while one hand gently kneaded her breasts, and the other hand slipped inside her panties to touch her
buttocks.
Mom struggled for a while but couldn't break free. I felt her underwear was a little wet. Mom had no choice but
to turn off the stove and said, "What happened to you? Let me go. Even if it's like that, we have to go to the bedroom."
I saw that Mom agreed, but I didn't let go of her. For so long, we'd always been in bed together,
and always in the missionary position. I'd been wanting to change the location and make love with Mom for a while.
How could I let such a good opportunity pass me by?
I didn't say anything, but worked even harder, constantly invading her sensitive areas.
Mom twisting movements gradually weakened, and her body softened as she leaned against me, her head resting on my shoulder,
her eyes closed.
I knew I had aroused my mother. I slipped my hand inside her t-shirt, pushed her bra
up, and touched her breasts and nipples directly. My mother began to moan softly. My other
hand was already on her genitals; her panties were already quite wet. I slowly pulled her panties down to
her knees and then stepped on them. My mother cooperated by lifting one leg, completely removing her panties.
I placed my mother on the stove for support, pushed her t-shirt up, and began kissing her back, then
down her hips and thighs, until her body began to tremble.
My hand touched my mother's genitals, which were already soaking wet. I quickly pulled down my pants and pointed my throbbing, hard penis
at her. My mother sensed what I was about to do and tried to turn around, saying, "Xiaofan, what are you
doing ? This isn't okay. Let's go to the bedroom."
I held her waist firmly to prevent her from moving and said, "Mom, have you forgotten the scenes in the movie we watched last time?
And the ones we saw online? Changing the location and position occasionally can increase the fun and intimacy. Let's
try it out." Before my mother could speak, my penis entered her body.
The sudden entry made my mother hiss loudly, her head jerking back as she mumbled
, "I knew you had ulterior motives in letting me watch those movies and browse those websites. You're just torturing me. Oh dear, why
didn't you use a condom... hiss... um..." With my stillness, my mother couldn't finish her sentence and instead began to
moan twisting her body, her hands gripping the stove, letting me enter and exit her body at will.
As I thrust back and forth, I stroked my mother's snow-white buttocks and said, "Mom, you forgot you
've already taken your medicine, so I don't need to wear it anymore." Slowly, my mother's buttocks began
to move slightly back and forth in rhythm with me, and her moans grew louder.
Later, my mother's arms seemed to get tired, so she simply leaned her entire upper body over the stove, spreading her legs even wider.
This position made me feel particularly excited, especially looking at my mother's snow-white buttocks, which made my big cock incredibly
hard. I vigorously thrust in and out of my mother's body, and my mother's moans seemed different from before, "Hiss
...hiss...um...hiss...hiss...hiss...um..."
I don't know how long I thrust, but finally a stream of semen gushed out, this time truly shooting into my mother's
body . I pulled my penis out of my mother's vagina as it slowly softened. Although she usually
leaked a lot of fluid, I noticed today that there was an unusually large amount, flowing down her thighs to her knees. As soon as I released
her waist, she collapsed weakly against the cabinet and onto the floor.
I quickly helped her up and half-carried, half-lifted her to the sofa in the living room. It took her a while to recover
. She opened her eyes slightly and saw that we were both only wearing tops, with our lower bodies completely naked. Her face flushed with embarrassment
. She struggled to sit up from my arms and saw the fluid on her legs. Her face turned even redder, and she pinched my
leg hard.
"You, how come you've become so naughty? Look at how you've worn me out, I'm so embarrassed."
I hugged my mom and smiled, saying, "Mom, it's not that I've become naughty, it's just that I'm too infatuated with you
. I can't help myself when I see you. Wasn't it special just now?"
Mom rolled her eyes at me and said, "You're just saying nice things, trying to flatter me." I asked her again if it was
special, and Mom nodded shyly. I asked her what was different from usual, but Mom asked me in return, "
What do you think?"
I said, "It felt more exciting and stimulating than usual. What about you?"
Mom still blushed and lowered her head, saying, "I can't really explain it, I just felt especially excited, like it went a little deeper than
usual , so the feeling was stronger."
I said, "Exactly, it seems we need to learn more in the future."
Mom pinched me again, saying, "If you want to learn, you learn yourself. You're just making things difficult for me."
Looking at Mom's shy expression, I knew that next time Mom wouldn't refuse me. My hand climbed up to
my mother's breast and gently massaged it, but she pulled my hand away, got up from my embrace, and said, "Alright, haven't you had enough
fun ?" Then she covered her genitals and went into the bathroom.
I lay on the sofa, recalling the exciting scene, feeling extremely happy. It seemed my mother wasn't completely old-fashioned
; with patience, she could accept some new things.
When my mother came out of the bathroom in her pajamas, I was still lying naked on the sofa. Seeing this, she covered her mouth
and laughed, saying, "You're such a grown man, and you still don't know shame! Look at you, you're so ugly! Go wash up and put on some clothes."
Then she went back to the kitchen to cook. Hearing
my mother's words, I saw my naked lower body. My large penis had lost its earlier vigor, lying shriveled
in my pubic hair, which still bore traces of my mother's bodily fluids. It was indeed indecent, so I quickly got up and took a shower.
While eating just now, I thought about what happened this afternoon and said to my mom with a sigh, "It's better not to use a condom, then I can have
the most intimate contact with you, Mom."
My mom blushed and kicked me hard, saying, "You, you're getting more and more vulgar with your words
. You're not learning anything good, you're just thinking about messing with me." I laughed awkwardly, afraid that my mom would really get angry, and didn't dare to say anything more.
Mom is watching TV outside right now. I need to think about how to get her to be more open and
proactive in front of me. Hehe, it won't be easy, but I'll try my best. Okay, I'll stop writing here for today.
I'm going out to watch TV with Mom, and then we'll have some more intimate time together. I'm so excited just thinking about it!
Thursday, July 13, 2006, 8:10 PM, Sunny .
Since the day before yesterday, when Mom and I tried entering from behind in the kitchen, based on her reaction, I
feel that although Mom is a reserved and shy woman, she is also an intelligent and modern woman. Therefore, although she is somewhat
conservative and shy, she is not incapable of accepting new things.
It's just that Mom and Dad's sex life has been too monotonous before. She has never experienced or even heard of any
new sexual methods. As long as I patiently guide her, Mom will definitely be willing to try more variety.
Therefore, these past few days, I've been taking her online every night to look at the sex sections of some websites, specifically looking for
articles that educate women to accept variety and try new sexual methods. I also download some adult videos from the websites and burn
them onto CDs to watch in the bedroom.
At first, Mom was always shy and said she wouldn't watch, but I wouldn't let go of her no matter how much I
clung to her, so she had no choice but to "study" with me. According to Mom, these articles must have been written by men,
specifically to seduce women.
But I could tell that Mom was gradually getting into it too. When we watched porn together at night, although Mom
would say it was disgusting and awful, her eyes weren't on the TV screen, and every time we watched for
a while, I could feel that her genitals were very wet.
Although I've never asked, I've always longed for Mom to give me oral sex. Last night after dinner,
I found an article about how oral sex could make men more infatuated, titled "Use Your Mouth to Keep
a Man."
As soon as Mom saw the content, she pinched and twisted me, refusing to watch. That night, I downloaded a
movie with a long oral sex scene, but Mom still didn't want to watch it, pinching me and saying, "You brat, don't think I don't know
what you're thinking. Tell me, don't even think about it. I'm not that disgusting." It's really frustrating for me. Under her insistence, I had no choice
but to change the movie.
My mother, blushing, lay in my arms watching the porn with me. Although she kept saying, "These
women have no shame. How can they do such a thing with so many people filming them?" her
eyes never left the screen. After watching for three or four minutes, my hands, which were roaming over her body, could feel that
her panties were already soaked.
To be honest, my mother's genitals always produce a lot of fluid, and they are very sensitive. The slightest stimulation will make her wet.
After making love, her genitals are always wet, sometimes even soaking the sheets.
As I touched her genitals through her underwear, I said, "Mom, you didn't drink any water, did you?"
Mom was taken aback and said, "No? Why?"
I said seriously, "Hey, if you didn't drink water, you couldn't have spilled any. Why are your pants so wet?"
Mom realized I was teasing her, and her face flushed red. She grabbed my ear and said, "You...
you naughty boy, you dare to laugh at me! It's all your fault for making me watch these messy, embarrassing movies.
Now 're so...um..."
I found Mom's blushing face and her expression of both anger and amusement particularly beautiful. Before she could
finish speaking , I broke free from her grip on my ear, silenced her with a kiss, and
slipped my hand inside her underwear. Mom's genitals were already soaking wet.
Mom struggled at first, but I held her tightly, pressing her body against mine, kissing her while attacking her
sensitive areas. Soon, Mom's body went limp, and she embraced me, kissing me passionately.
We kissed passionately for almost ten minutes. Mom pushed me away forcefully, let out a long sigh, and said, "Ugh,
you almost suffocated me!"
I smiled and said, "It's because Mom is so beautiful, I just wanted to kiss you."
Mom rolled her eyes at me: "You're so glib, always talking nonsense."
I hugged Mom and gently kneaded her breasts: "Mom, I'm telling the truth. I think you're the most beautiful woman
in the world . I can't help but want to hug you and kiss you whenever I see you."
Hearing my words, Mom raised her head from my arms and looked at me affectionately without saying anything. Her hand
gently stroked my chest, and she said softly, "Xiaofan, do you think Mom's wetness is
too much?"
"No, Mom, why do you say that?"
Mom paused for a moment before whispering again, "Your dad used to complain about how wet I was, and I was afraid you'd complain too."
I cupped her face and said, "Mom, that's because Dad doesn't understand. I like it when you're wet. More means you
're sensitive, it means you're excited, and that makes me feel accomplished. You forgot how hard I work every time I kiss you down there?
I just want to drink more, it's so sweet."
Mom burst out laughing and slapped me, saying, "Don't talk like that! It's so dirty! I
wouldn't let you kiss me if I didn't give in to you."
I sat up and said, "It's not dirty at all. You're the person I love most. Every part of your body is
the cleanest. I want to kiss you, I like to kiss you, I want to kiss you right now." Before Mom could react, I
climbed down, spread her legs, and kissed her genitals. Mom gasped in surprise and tried to close her legs, but my arms
were already firmly planted on her thighs.
"Xiaofan, no... hiss... hiss... um... hiss... um..." Mom wanted to say something but couldn't finish
before my tongue was already licking her clitoris. The pleasure made her moan before she could finish speaking. Mom
grabbed my hair, and her waist and buttocks began to twist. It seemed Mom was really sensitive, and oral sex seemed to
be particularly stimulating for her. Soon, streams of clear fluid slowly flowed from her body.
After the oral sex, I took advantage of the moment and inserted my big penis into her body. Amidst Mom's unique
moans, we both reached orgasm at the same time. After a short rest, I considerately got her some tissues to clean herself. After
resting for a while longer, Mom went to shower. Actually, I really wanted to take a bath with Mom, but
she . Sigh, I still have many hurdles to overcome. Keep trying!
After writing this, I still need to bring her to learn "sex education." Hehe, I don't believe that with enough effort, even
an iron rod can be ground into a needle. Let her go.
Monday, July 17, 2006, 20:01, Sunny
How to describe my feelings right now? One word: "Awesome," two words: "Happy," three words: "So beautiful."
Why? Because today's events showed that my mother is willing to sacrifice for me, and she's willing to
do anything to make me happy.
This afternoon, after finishing my work, I saw my roommate, Lao Wang, still engrossed in writing. I opened the Qianlong.com sex
forum , hoping to find two articles about sex from a female perspective for my mother to read that evening.
As I read, I couldn't help but recall the passionate moments with my mother, her beautiful body, and her
blissful expression beneath me. My penis throbbed painfully, and I really wanted to make love to her right then and there, but we both
had to go to work.
Sigh! In the end, I couldn't suppress my desire any longer, so I decided to try calling her and asking her to come home and be intimate with me.
Although I thought the chances of her agreeing were slim, I had to try. Trying meant there was a one percent chance, while
not trying meant no hope at all.
Having made up my mind, I decided to call my mom. I took my phone to the rooftop of the office building, made sure no
one was around, and was about to dial when I realized I didn't know if she was alone or okay. I decided to send a text message first
to check on her. Actually, since we started dating, I call or text her twice a day to check on her
, and she's always praised me for being sweet and understanding.
I skillfully typed: "Mom, what are you doing? Are you busy?" Send.
Mom quickly replied: "I'm in the office, not busy. What about you? What are you doing?" From
the speed and content of her reply, I knew she probably didn't have much work to do and was alone in the office.
I felt a surge of joy.
I replied: "I'm thinking of you. I wish I could fly to your side right now."
"Beep beep," Mom replied: "Your words are getting sweeter and sweeter, you always say nice things to flatter people."
I replied: "It's not my words that are sweet, it's my heart that's sweet. I really miss you. Do you miss me?"
Mom replied: "Yes, my darling son, of course I miss you."
My heart warmed when I saw my mom's reply: "Mom, do you still have work to do this afternoon?"
My mom replied: "No, what's wrong? Is something the matter?" Seeing that my mom replied that she was busy and nothing was wrong, I immediately dialed
her number.
Me: "Hey Mom, are you alone in the office?"
Mom: "Yes, what's up? Is something wrong?"
Me: "Nothing, I just miss you, I really miss you."
Mom: "Good boy, I know you're sweet-talking, okay?"
Me: "Mom, it's not that I'm sweet-talking, I really miss you, and my big dick misses you too, it's hard now."
Mom lowered her voice and said: "You brat, what nonsense are you talking about? Aren't you afraid someone will hear us?"
I heard Mom get up and close the door and said: "It's okay, I'm on the roof of the office building, no one's around, don't worry, I'm very careful
."
Mom: "You, why aren't you working properly and instead of thinking about this?"
Me: "I can't help it, your image is always on my mind, I can't get rid of it, why don't you come and help me get rid
of it?"
Mom chuckled and whispered: "You're just being glib, I'm ignoring you, get back to work."

Me: "Mom, listen to me, Mom, I really miss you, I want you right now."
Mom: "You brat..." "Don't talk nonsense. We're all at work during the day. What are you thinking about?"
I said, "Mom, I'm not talking nonsense. I really want you. My dick is so hard it hurts. You don't
have anything , so let's go home."
Mom said, "No way. How can you do that in the middle of the day instead of working? It's so embarrassing. Don't think about that all the time
. Working is the important thing."
I said coquettishly, "I don't care. I want you right now. I'll go home and wait for you."
Mom said, "No, then you go home. I'm not going home. You can take care of it yourself, haha."
I said, "Good mom, can you bear to let me stay like this? It would be bad if others saw us. I don't care anymore
. I'll go home and wait for you. You have to come back."
I hung up the phone before my mom could reply. Although I didn't know if my mom would come home, I
went back to the office and told Lao Wang that I had to go out to run some errands and wouldn't be coming back. Then I hurriedly went home.
I got home at 3:02 pm. I quickly went to the bathroom to wash up, and of course, I had to wash my
dick thoroughly. After showering, I sat anxiously in the living room, wearing only my underwear, praying to God, Buddha, and
Lao Tzu that Mom would come back.
I looked out the window again and again to see if she was home, but each time I was disappointed. At 3:50
, I looked out the window again, and finally, I saw Mom's figure!
Today, Mom was wearing a black shirt and a long white skirt, looking so elegant and graceful.
Looking at Mom's alluring figure, and thinking that she hadn't gone to work and was coming home to make love to me, my penis
became erect again.
Seeing Mom walk into the hallway, a thought flashed through my mind, and I took off my only underwear,
going to the door naked. Soon I heard familiar footsteps. When Mom opened the door, she looked up and saw
me standing naked in front of her, my penis erect, and blushed deeply with embarrassment.
She hit me with her bag: "You brat, look at you!
In broad daylight, you have no shame! All you think about is those things, making me feel embarrassed with you, you..."
Before my mother could finish, I hugged her and silenced her with a kiss. I pushed her against the wall, one hand
covering her breast, the other lifting her skirt and caressing her buttocks, kissing her as I said, "Good
Mom, don't scold me. I love you so much, I can't help but think about you all the time. I thought you really wouldn't
come back , do you miss me too?"
Hearing my words, my mother pinched me hard and said intermittently, "Pah, I... I don't miss you at
all. I'm afraid you'll embarrass yourself outside, who's like a pervert like you?"
My hands continued their actions, and I said, "I am a pervert, I just want to be perverted with you, because you're my little
cotton ." "Hey, look how hard my cock is! Mom, let me love you properly this once."
As I said this, I pulled her hand to my cock. Surprisingly, Mom didn't pull away; instead, she pinched it hard and said
, "You're so irresponsible! Okay, even if you want to, let me go wash up first; you're all sweaty."
Seeing that Mom had agreed, I kissed her and said, "I knew Mom cared about me."
Mom rolled her eyes at me: "Come on, don't always try to fool me with sweet words."
At this moment, my hand had already touched between Mom's legs. Ah, her panties were already a little wet. I grinned mischievously.
I said, "Mom, you said you didn't miss me, so why are your underwear wet?"
Hearing this, Mom's face turned as red as an apple. She said, "You're still talking! It's all your fault! You're getting the benefit
and then acting innocent. If you laugh at me again, I won't talk to you anymore." She pushed me aside, changed her shoes, and went into the bathroom.
Hearing the rushing water inside, my heart followed her in. I knocked on the door and said, "Mom, do you want me
to scrub you?"
Mom said from inside, "You little rascal, what trick are you playing now? Stay put, or I
won't give you any." "Sigh, my plan to take a bath with Mom has failed again.
Mom was in there for ten minutes, but it felt like an eternity to me. The sound of water stopped, and Mom finally
came out. Because she went straight to the bathroom without taking a change of clothes, she came out wearing only a bath towel,
with a towel in one hand, drying her hair.
Looking at Mom's bare shoulders, deep cleavage, and snow-white legs, my head went blank again. I rushed over from
the sofa , hugged her, and kissed her. Mom was startled, but I held her tightly, and she couldn't break free. Soon,
the bath towel slipped off her body.
Mom endured my onslaught of hands and mouth, struggling and saying, 'No...not here...to
...to the bedroom...'
I knew Mom wasn't used to making love in the living room during the day, so I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. In
the bedroom, we fell onto the bed together, and I kissed Mom's body frantically, my hands exploring every
sensitive area.
I held Mom, who had just recovered from her orgasm, and stroked her breasts, saying, 'Mom, you're
so good . Thank you for coming home today.'" "
Mom rolled her eyes at me and said, 'Let me tell you, this is a one-time thing. From now on, focus on your work and don't
think about this all the time.' I knew that even though Mom said that, once it happened once, it would definitely happen again, haha . Besides, Mom seemed really excited and enjoying herself just now. So I nodded and said, 'Okay, I'll focus on my work , don't worry, Mom.' We hugged and caressed each other, teasing each other, and didn't get up until after 6 o'clock to cook dinner. Mom is doing laundry now, and of course I have to write in my diary, haha. Tonight, I still have to, because Mom is so charming. I'll go help her with the laundry now to appease her, so I'll have an excuse tonight. I'm off." Wednesday, July 26, 2006. Yesterday was a very unpleasant day. My mother and I had a cold war, the first unpleasant . Thinking about it today, I realize it's my fault; I was too impatient. My mother has always been a conservative and tactful woman. It's already good enough that she's open-minded enough to accept me and embrace some new things. I shouldn't be too greedy. Yesterday, I went to a meeting at the Municipal Bureau. I ate lunch there and, having nowhere to go, wandered around the streets alone. A sign outside a lingerie store next to a department store caught my eye: New arrivals of sexy sleepwear sets, 20 % off for the first day! 20 % off! I hadn't paid much attention, but the words "sexy pajamas" caught my eye. Thinking about it, my mother been very conservative. She had two lace bras, but the panties were all high- waisted and form-fitting, and all her bras were cotton—not even strappy ones. Why not go in and buy her something a little to add some spice to the relationship? With that thought, I pushed open the door to the store. The shop owner was very welcoming and immediately came up to ask what . I said I was looking at pajamas. She smiled and said, "Are you buying one for your girlfriend? We have some new arrivals, very pretty." She led me to a display stand. They were all really sexy—white, pink, black, red—it was dazzling, and I couldn't decide which one to buy. Seeing my hesitation, the shop owner said, "You're so handsome, your girlfriend must be very beautiful and have a great figure. If she has fair skin, choose this black nightgown. This one best highlights a woman's figure." " I looked at the nightgown she was holding; it was really sexy. It was a black silk slip dress, and judging from the sheer fabric, it seemed quite transparent. The neckline was very low, probably revealing her entire chest and even a bit of her breasts. The hem was very short, just enough to cover my mother's bottom. Seeing that I was a little tempted, the shopkeeper took out a pair of underwear and said, 'Look, we're including a pair of underwear to make a complete set. Your girlfriend will definitely look stunning in it.'" " When I saw it, I realized it was the legendary thong? Except for a small piece of transparent fabric in the front, the rest was just a few thin straps. Imagine Mom wearing this… I immediately started fantasizing. Just thinking about Mom wearing such a sexy nightgown and panties made me excited, and I paid and took it without hesitation. I couldn't concentrate on the meeting that afternoon; my mind was filled with images of Mom in the nightgown. After the meeting ended around 4 pm, I immediately took a car home. It was already 6 pm when I got home, and Mom was already cooking. I excitedly pulled her out of the kitchen, saying it was a gift for her. When I took out the nightgown and asked Mom to try it on, she firmly objected, saying it wasn't clothing, and that only prostitutes wore such things. She said I didn't know what kind of person I took her for, and she wanted to throw the nightgown away. Thinking about how I shamelessly went into a lingerie store to buy her a gift, only to be met with such a cold shoulder, I was a little angry." I argued with her loudly for a few minutes , threw my nightgown on the sofa, and went into the house. Mom pouted and went back into the kitchen . That evening, Mom called me for dinner, but I didn't eat. I locked myself in my room, sulking. I didn't go to her room that night either. When Mom called me for dinner, I didn't go, and she ignored me. This morning, I was still very upset about it. This afternoon, after calming down and thinking about it, I realized it was my fault . Mom is always conservative and tactful; it's understandable that she couldn't accept such revealing and sexy clothes. How could I have gotten angry at her and made her upset? I went home early in the afternoon and cooked some of her favorite dishes. When Mom came home, she still ignored me. I used all my charm—persistence and a bit of cajoling—for half an hour, apologizing and coaxing, before I finally made her laugh. Mom pinched my ear and said, "If you ever yell at me like that again, I'll never talk to you again ." " After thanking her profusely, I finally reconciled with my mother. Sigh, I can't be impatient. I need to explore her body slowly, and I need to cultivate her heart gradually. I believe I will succeed; one day I will make her wear that nightgown so I can admire her. The clouds have parted and the sun is shining again with my mother. Last night we didn't share a bed."

I'm really not used to it anymore. I need to catch up tonight. Time for a shower.
Thursday, August 3, 2006, 11:52 PM, Sunny. I
've been in a bad mood all day. The reason is simple: Dad's back. This is the first time Dad has come back since Mom and I became truly
close . Dad called Mom before he got home. I was
at work at the time, and Mom immediately called me to tell me. She told me to be careful when Dad came back, not to let
anything slip about us, not to make any intimate or ambiguous gestures towards her, and not to be too nervous or scared.
I had to act like before.
It's impossible not to be nervous at all. After all, I feel bad for Dad because of what Mom and I did.
On the way I was really confused.
I felt nervous and disappointed. Coincidentally, I ran into Dad when I got to my building. I tried my best to calm myself down and greeted him warmly. Dad was very
happy to see me. Seeing his happy and concerned expression, I felt really guilty.
My father was busy with work outside, and I, as his son, was at home with his wife, my mother, who
had cuckolded him. But I dared not show it on my face, forcing a smile as I told my father
we were going upstairs to go home.
When we entered the house, my mother was cooking in the kitchen. Seeing my father and me return together, she only paused slightly
before returning to normal. She didn't show any particular excitement or joy at my father's
return, just like the last time he stood me up. She simply asked him, "When did you arrive?" My father said
the afternoon, and my mother hummed in response before going back to the kitchen.
My father asked me, "Xiaofan, is your mother still angry about last time?"
I didn't know how to answer, so I said, "Maybe, anyway, you stood me up last time and really upset her
." After saying that, I didn't dare linger and went straight to my room. Although I was in my room, my heart remained
outside , my ears perked up, listening intently to what was happening.
Soon I heard Dad walk into the kitchen and say to Mom, "Xiaohui, are you still angry with me? I've already apologized,
and besides, so much time has passed, please don't be angry anymore, okay?"
Mom said, "I'm not angry. Didn't you say it's been so long? I'm not that petty
."
"Then why don't you seem happy at all now that I'm back after so long?"
"Isn't this how you always are? I'm used to it. Besides, you called this morning saying you were coming back, and
I was in a hurry to cook for you. Okay, go wash up, we'll eat in a bit."
Dad didn't say anything more and went into the bedroom. Soon I heard Dad's voice, a
voice that made my heart almost jump out of my chest. Dad called me from the bedroom, "Xiaofan, why are your clothes here?"
My mind went blank. Because I'd been sleeping in the same bed with Mom these past few days,
after washing my clothes, including my underwear, Mom would always just put them in her bedroom closet. Before, my clothes were always
dried and then Mom would bring them to my room.
I didn't know how to answer my dad for a moment. Just as my mind was in a mess, my mom quickly
came out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, saying, "What's wrong? Oh, Xiaofan's clothes? I just brought them back this afternoon, and I hadn't even had a chance
to take them to him before I went to cook. Xiaofan, come on, take your clothes."
Hearing my mom say this, my pounding heart calmed down, and I quickly went to get my clothes. But my dad said,
"Xiaofan, you're so old, and you still can't fold your own clothes? You're so inconsiderate."
I quickly replied, "I know, I'll fold them myself from now on." Then I hurriedly went back to my room.
My mom followed me back to the kitchen, and my dad took a nightgown and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
As I sat on the bed calming down, I suddenly remembered that the condoms my mom bought hadn't been used up yet, and the birth control pills I bought
a few days for this month were still in the drawer of my mom's bedside table. My heart tightened again
, and I quickly went to the kitchen and quietly asked my mother, "Mom, did you put away the condoms and pills?"
My mother rolled her eyes at me and said, "You're usually so capable, but you get scared like this when something really happens."
"Oh, never mind that, did you put those things away?"
My mother smiled at my nervous look and said, "If you only remembered now, it would be too late.
I would have put them away a long time ago, but I forgot your clothes. Be careful these few days, don't be too nervous, or your dad
will notice."
Hearing my mother say that, I felt relieved, gave a silly smile, agreed to my mother's words, and went back to my room. Because of my mother
's example and my own adjustment, my mood had calmed down by dinner time. Everything was as usual.
I ate while answering my father's questions and reporting on my work. My mother showed no signs of anything unusual
. She served my father food and rice, just like before.
After dinner, I volunteered to wash the dishes. My mother didn't stay with my father to watch TV and chat as she usually did when he came home. Instead, she
went downstairs to dance and exercise. My father watched TV for a while and went back to his bedroom to rest early.
Just now, I kept secretly eavesdropping at Mom's bedroom door to see if Dad and Mom were having sex. To
be honest , although I know Dad is Mom's legal husband and he certainly has the right to have sex with her,
I desperately hope Mom doesn't.
After eavesdropping several times, I remembered that Mom started her period yesterday. Haha, Dad
probably . Now that I'm at ease, I'm writing this in my diary. Haha. I'm relieved.
Monday, August 6, 2006, 7:23 PM, Sunny.
Dad left at noon today. I've behaved very well these past few days, not showing anything. I
admire Mom even more; she's neither humble nor arrogant in front of Dad, and you can't see any problems at all. When Dad left, he gave Mom
a set of cosmetics, saying he would be very busy in Beijing this time and definitely wouldn't be able to come back for Mom's birthday in a few days. He mentioned buying
a gift for Mom.
Mom took it and said, "It's okay, work is important. You're an adult now, it doesn't matter whether you celebrate your birthday or not."
Dad also told me to learn to be independent, not to let Mom do everything, to take more responsibility, and to listen to Mom
. I readily agreed. Mom didn't come with me to see Dad downstairs; she just told him to take care
of himself .
The tension and stress of the past few days were finally over. If Mom hadn't still been menstruating, I would have wanted to
be affectionate with her after Dad left. We cooked and ate together, and even went for a walk. When we came back, I
couldn't wait to be affectionate with her on the sofa—just kisses and caresses, of course. Perhaps Mom had also been under a lot of pressure these past few days.
So she reacted very enthusiastically, and I quickly got her humming along. It's a pity we couldn't go any further.
Wednesday, August 22, 2006, 8:33 PM, Cloudy.
I've been in a particularly bad mood these past two days because I went on a business trip to xxx (the provincial capital) yesterday, and it'll last eight
days. It's ruined all my plans. The 25th is my mother's birthday, and I had already planned how to celebrate with
her , but a training notice from the provincial bureau completely ruined my plans. How can I not be angry and frustrated?
Those damned bastards at the provincial bureau, why did they have to schedule the training now of all times? You know,
this is the first birthday my mother has celebrated since we fell in love. Because of these bureaucrats, I've lost
the opportunity to experience romance with my mother. I curse them!
What should I do? I definitely need to celebrate my mother's birthday, but I'm here, and my mother is at home. What should I
do? Headache!
Saturday, August 25, 2006, 10:53 PM, Cloudy.
Just hung up the phone. I wonder if my mother is still crying? Ugh, it's all because of this damn training! Otherwise,
Mom and I would be enjoying a warm candlelight dinner, whispering sweet nothings to each other.
After two days of thought and busy preparations, I've finally revised my plans for Mom's birthday celebration.
Yesterday, I went shopping and bought her a necklace—a platinum pendant with diamonds, a hollowed-out heart with a
rose inside, each petal adorned with a diamond. The necklace alone cost me 7648 yuan, more than
half a year's salary! But I'm happy with the purchase because it's for the woman I love most.
After buying it, I sent it by express mail to a florist I had contacted beforehand. The
owner, though not a close friend, is a friend of mine. I didn't tell him what was inside, but asked him
to prepare 99 roses, explaining that it was my colleague's girlfriend's birthday and he couldn't make it back. Knowing I
knew him, I asked him to deliver it to her at 7 pm tonight, and I'd pay him back later.
Because we're friends, and I often patronize his business when my workplace buys flowers or gifts,
he readily agreed, even saying, "Your colleague is so devoted; he doesn't forget
his girlfriend's birthday even when he's out of town."
At 7:15, he called me, saying the deliveryman had arrived, but the girl wasn't home;
her sister received it on her behalf. Haha, Mom's so cunning! After thanking him, I quickly called my mom,
but her phone was off. Since we all use cell phones, the home phone hadn't been billed in a long time, so it was no longer working . I
was frantic, wondering why her phone was off—was it out of battery, or had
something happened?
I kept calling her cell phone over and over. Finally, at 8:30, the call connected, and I said
, "Mom, happy birthday!" I thought I'd hear a surprised and delighted sound, but
instead of surprise, she started crying.
I anxiously asked, "Mom, what's wrong? What happened?"
Mom kept crying, which made me panic. I even wanted to go back immediately to see what was wrong
. After I kept asking, Mom finally stopped crying a little and said, "Xiaofan, Mom's fine. Mom's just happy. You're
so good to me. I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful even though you're so far away. Mom is so touched. Thank you, Xiaofan, Mom
is so happy."
Hearing Mom say this, I felt relieved. "Mom, why are you crying if you're happy? You scared me to death! Don't cry.
Today is your birthday, you should be smiling. I don't need your thanks, it's all what I should do, because I love you
. Did you see the necklace? Do you like it?"
Mom said, "Yes, I saw it, I like it, of course I like it. It must be very expensive, right? You just love to spend money recklessly,
Mom knows. " "Your heart is enough, why buy something so expensive? Really."
I smiled and said, "It's not expensive, as long as you like it. Have you tried it on yet?"
Mom said, "Not yet."
I said, "Then try it on, see if it looks pretty?"
Mom said sweetly, "No, I'm keeping the gift you gave me for you to wear when you come back."
Hearing Mom's coquettish voice, my heart melted, and I happily said, "Okay, I'll put it on you myself when I get back."
On the phone, I poured out my longing and deep love to Mom. Time flew by; it felt like only a short while, but
Mom and I had already been talking for two hours. When I hung up the phone, Mom said, "Xiaofan, how many more days until you
come back ? Your birthday is on the 29th, can you come back?" (Note: My mom and I share the same month, and are only
4 days apart.)
I said, "The training ends on the 29th, but I don't know if there will be training on the afternoon of the 29th. If there isn't,
I can come back that night."
Mom pondered for a moment and said, "Xiaofan, try to come back. Mom wants to give you a gift."
I smiled and said, "What gift?"
Mom said, "I won't tell you now, you'll know later, but you'll definitely like it."
I said, "Okay, I'll definitely come back. I'll like whatever gift you give me." We lingered for another 10
minutes before hanging up.
Although I couldn't congratulate Mom on her birthday in person, this way had its advantages. It allowed me to convey
how deep my love for Mom is, and it also allowed Mom to experience a different kind of romance.
Thursday, August 30, 2006, 7:23 PM, Light Rain.
What is happiness? What is sweetness? What is joy? Hehe, I've found the answers to all of these:
Mom.
Yesterday was my birthday. After cursing those bureaucrats in the provincial bureau a thousand times over, they actually showed mercy.
There was no training scheduled for yesterday afternoon; they just held a brief summary meeting. As soon as the meeting ended, I rushed
to the station to catch a bus home, eager to be with my mother.
All the way there, my mind raced, wondering what gift my mother would give me? Clothes? Shoes? A computer?
It started raining halfway there, quite heavily, and even on the highway, I didn't dare drive too fast.
I finally arrived back in the county around 6 pm, and the rain had stopped. I quickly hailed a taxi and rushed home. When I got to the fourth floor, my mother had already
heard my footsteps and opened the door.
As soon as the door closed, I hugged my mother tightly. After a deep kiss, she pushed me away and
said, "Okay, let's eat first, okay? You must be hungry after such a long drive."
We went to the dining room together and saw the table was already full of food, with a cake in the middle and the candles
lit. My mother turned to me, smiling, and said, "Xiao Fan, happy birthday! Come on, let me give you a..."
"I wish to blow out the candles."
I smiled, hugged my mother, kissed her forehead, and said, "Mom, thank you!" Then I silently
made a wish: that my mother would always be young and beautiful, and that my mother and I could love each other forever.
My mother and I blew out the candles together. We sat facing each other, eating our meal and sharing
our longing . After dinner, my mother and I washed the dishes together. We sat on the sofa, embracing each other. I asked my mother, "
Mom, what gift are you going to give me?"
My mother smiled and said, "Wait a minute." She got up from my arms and went into the bedroom. A moment later, my mother came out with
a beige t-shirt. I saw it was a Playboy shirt. At my mother's request, I tried it on, and it fit perfectly.
My mother asked, "Do you like it?"
I said, "Of course I like it. I like anything my mother gives me. Oh, right, Mom, I also gave you a necklace.
Now I want to put it on you myself." "
Mom got up again and took the necklace out of the bedroom. I took the necklace and slowly put it around Mom's neck
. Mom's fair skin set off the sparkling diamond, making her look exceptionally elegant and beautiful.
Mom touched the pendant and said emotionally, 'Xiao Fan, thank you. You touched Mom so much. Mom
understands your love for me, and you also made me understand my feelings for you. You've brought me back to the long-lost romance and warmth.
I haven't lived this life in vain.' After saying that, she stood on tiptoe, hugged my neck, and kissed me. I hugged
Mom and kissed her back.
Soon, my big penis couldn't be suppressed and became hard. My hands began to roam over Mom's body, and
Mom 's body quickly went limp, leaning tightly against me. Just as my hand was about to lift the hem of her skirt
, Mom suddenly pushed me away, panting and blushing, and said, 'Xiao Fan, don't rush. Mom has another gift to
give you. You need to prepare it. Go wash up first, and Mom will let you have your way tonight, okay?'
I asked curiously, 'Mom, what other gift is there? It's not good to give it to me now.'" "
Mom said, 'Oh dear, I'm not ready yet. Go wash up, I'll give it to you when I'm ready.' She pushed
me into the bathroom. I had no choice but to agree. Thinking about spending the night with Mom and making up for
the wasted time of the past few days, I carefully washed every part of my body.
When I came out of the bathroom, I chased after Mom for the gift, but she said, 'What's the rush? I said I'd give it to you
, and I will. You're done washing, but I haven't. I was sweating so much while cooking, it's awful. Let me shower first
, then I'll give it to you. You rest for a while.' Then she pushed me into my room, closed the door, and went to shower."
(Note: Because my clothes were in my mom's closet that time and my dad saw them when he came home, just in case,
my mom and I switched to sleep in my room.)
I had to suppress my curiosity and lie on the bed waiting. About fifteen minutes later, my mom finally pushed
the door open and came in. When I saw her, I was stunned. My mom's hair, which she usually wore in a bun, was now loose over
her shoulders , and she was wearing the black slip dress that I had bought for her before but she didn't wear anymore.
The black fabric made my mom's skin look even whiter. Because it was a slip dress, the neckline was very low, and
my mom wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her bra exposed most of her breasts, revealing a deep cleavage. Through the thin
fabric, her nipples were even faintly visible. The short skirt barely covered her
buttocks , making her snow-white thighs stand out. She wore a matching black thong, through which
her pubic hair was faintly visible.
My mother looked even more adorable, her face flushed with a hint of discomfort. Her eyes would glance at me
repeatedly quickly looking away, then back at me again. After a while, seeing me staring at her blankly, she
said shyly in a soft voice, "Does it look good?"
I nodded frantically, saying, "It looks good, it looks good, it looks so good! Mom, you're so beautiful, so sexy
!" I lunged at her.
But my mother dodged me, pushing me to sit on the bed, saying, "Xiao Fan, I've thought a lot these past few days. I finally
understand your love for me, and I understand my feelings for you. In my heart, you are already my man,
my support, do you know that?" Before, Mom would feel shy and think that women should be reserved. But from now on, Mom
will give you my heart and body without reservation. As long as you like it, Mom will give you anything and is willing to do anything,
okay?
I was about to open my mouth to speak when Mom covered my mouth with her hand and continued, "You don't need to say anything. Mom
understands your feelings for me. Today, Mom is going to give you a special gift, which is something you have always wanted. Don't move, let
me do it." "After saying that, Mom pushed me to lie down on the bed. Then she bent down and started kissing me—my mouth,
face, nose, eyes, and ears.
Slowly, slowly, she kissed her way down my neck and chest. When she kissed my
nipples , a feeling I had never experienced before excited me; it was ticklish, not just where her lips and tongue
touched, but all over my body.
After lingering on my nipples for a while, she continued kissing downwards, her tongue sliding over my abdomen
. By this time, my large penis was bulging high above my underwear. As Mom kissed the edge of my underwear on my lower abdomen
while gently stroking the bulge,
she looked up and said in an almost trembling voice, 'Xiao Fan, Mom will give you this gift now, the one
you've always wanted, okay?'" "After saying that, she pulled down my underwear, the only thing I was wearing. I
cooperated by lifting my buttocks, and my underwear was easily removed by my mother.
My mother paused for a moment, then gently grasped my already rock-hard penis and
began to stroke it gently. Soon, I felt my glans being surrounded by a warm, moist space. My mother took my penis
into . Just as my mother had said, this was a moment I had longed for, a moment I had
wanted for a long time.
At that moment, I felt like I was floating in the sky, completely intoxicated. But soon, I was
awakened by a pain. After all, it was my mother's first time giving oral sex, and her teeth inevitably caught on my penis.
Although it hurt a little, I didn't stop her; instead, I enjoyed it. Because my mother had finally taken
a step that she had never been willing to take before.
However, as my mother's mouth continued to stroke my penis, her teeth caused me
pain more frequently. Soon, my mother seemed to realize this, and she said shyly, "Xiao Fan, is it because Mommy is not doing
it well? Did I hurt you?"
I stroked her hair and said, "No, Mom, it feels very comfortable, really. "
Mom didn't say anything more and continued to give me oral sex, but instead of using her mouth to stroke my penis, she
used her tongue to lick my penis and glans repeatedly, occasionally licking my testicles.
This made my penis even more excited and harder.
Soon I noticed that Mom's movements slowed down, and she would occasionally rub her cheeks with her hands. I knew that Mom's
mouth must be tired. I sat up and gently lifted her head, kissing her lips deeply. I pulled down
the straps of her nightgown and quickly climbed up to her full breasts, gently kneading them.
While kissing Mom and caressing her breasts, I slowly laid her flat on the bed.
At this moment, Mom was already panting softly from my actions, her eyes closed, enjoying my caresses and kisses, letting me do as I
pleased.
I took the opportunity to use my tongue to curl around her nipples and began to kiss and lick them, while one hand was already inside her small thong,
feeling her surging wetness. Soon, I was no longer satisfied with lingering on her nipples, and I moved down, kissing her genitals
through her silk panties. I used my hand to push the clean belt aside, and my tongue quickly
found my mother's clitoris, gently sweeping it back and forth.
My mother's soft moans immediately turned into unique groans: "Hiss...hiss...um...hiss...um...hiss...hiss...
um..." Her hips began to rise and fall irregularly, twisting back and forth, and streams of fluid gushed from her body
.
After a short while, my mother's legs suddenly clamped tightly around my head, and she let out a long "hiss..."
as her hips lifted forcefully upwards, a large gush of fluid spurting from her vagina.
After a slight tremor, her raised hips slumped down weakly, and her legs, which had been tightly clamping me, relaxed.
I knew my mother had orgasmed.
I gently pulled down my mother's panties, parted her legs, and thrust my already throbbing penis
into her body. Mom hissed again, her brows furrowing slightly. She opened her eyes and said to me, "
Xiaofan , be gentle." Then she closed her eyes again, gripping the pillow tightly with both hands, and spreading her legs wider
, letting me ride her.
That night, Mom's body blossomed completely before me. We made love repeatedly,
then hugged and talked, before making love again. My semen filled her lower body three times. If Mom hadn't said
she was too tired and had to go to work the next day, we would have continued a fourth, or even a fifth time.
When I woke up this morning, there were patches on the sheets, I couldn't tell if it was Mom's fluid or my semen.
When I pointed to the stains on the sheets, she blushed and said coquettishly, "You're being smug,
it's all your fault."
Looking at Mom's red face and hearing her coquettish tone for the first time, my heart melted. Mom
was actually being affectionate with me. How wonderful! I rushed out of bed this morning and kissed Mom
goodbye for the first time before leaving for work. When I came home from work just now, Mom came out of the kitchen and hugged me. Life is getting better and better.
I never imagined that a birthday celebration that happened by chance would turn out to be such a wonderful surprise, making my mother completely let go of
her inhibitions and open her heart, giving me her whole being. Maybe it's fate, haha,
I'm so happy. My heart has been bathed in honey all day. I have to stop writing now, my hands are sore. I need to find a
video about oral sex so my mother can learn from it tonight; we agreed on this last night. Haha, lost in thought.

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