A tender mother and her devoted son, bound by a forbidden love.

My three years of studying in Canada have come to an end. I didn't heed my advisor's advice to stay, but instead
eagerly boarded a plane to my hometown, Taipei, where my beautiful mother, who gave me birth and raised me, resides…
As the plane took off, I felt a pang of reluctance to leave Vancouver, the international city where I had lived for three and a half years. It held
my memories of youth: school, classmates, and, most unforgettable, my South Korean female advisor—Li Yunzhen.
My mother sent me here to study at 17, entrusting me with the
care . In the days that followed, Ms. Li lived up to my mother's expectations, providing me with meticulous
care, even in bed—in my second year here, she divorced her long-separated American husband. After
a drunken exchange of secrets, they ended up in bed together. It's fair to say that all my sexual experiences before the age of 20
came from this 18-year-older, yet incredibly charming, advisor.
Last night, we made love one last time, deeply entwined. Her beautiful, mature body still
captivated ; I simply love that mature allure. She was unusually proactive,
gently lying on top of me, her full hips swaying, offering and receiving an intoxicating pleasure amidst the ebb and flow of fullness and emptiness.
After one last frenzied thrust, we both moaned as we reached the peak of ecstasy.
Tears welled in her eyes as she embraced me, saying, "I will remember you for the rest of my life..."
The plane flew through the blue sky and white clouds, my heart already flying back to my beloved mother's arms. After
two more finally drifted off to sleep. I don't know how much time passed, but then a bright
light appeared before me—a transparent glass door. The room was filled with mist, and within it, a voluptuous, fair, mature female body was faintly visible. I tried to
see more clearly, pressing myself closer to the door. Her voluptuous body was turned away from the glass door, the
showerhead spraying water that cascaded down her satin-like skin, over her shoulders and back, down her fair, plump buttocks, and down her shapely
legs…
My throat went dry, my heart raced, and I finally couldn't resist pushing open the door. I embraced her
body , letting her struggle and letting the water soak me. My hands cupped her breasts from behind, and
the moment I felt the fleshy peaks stand erect, the air seemed to freeze, my heart felt like it was about to leap out of my chest
. I could only relieve this deadly confinement with instinctive, forceful breathing.
Just then, I lost my balance and slipped, falling to the ground, my head slamming heavily against the wall. For a moment,
I seemed to lose consciousness, only hearing my mother's loud cries. I struggled desperately to my feet, then suddenly my body trembled
, and I abruptly opened my eyes to see a flight attendant's sweet, smiling face—
I had a dream on the plane. I straightened my clothes, checked my watch, and realized I still had two hours until we arrived. Sipping the water
the flight attendant offered, I reflected on the dream. I knew it wasn't a dream, but a replay of a past reality.
I was 17 years old then. Shortly after, my mother sent me to Vancouver so
I learn to be independent, not overly dependent on her.
The plane transited in New York, and by the time it landed in Taipei, it was evening. Stepping off the plane, I noticed a light drizzle outside
. Among the crowd of people waiting to pick me up, I immediately spotted my mother, holding a floral umbrella and wearing a pale yellow trench coat. Her
image was unique in my heart. I practically ran over, and without a word, I swept her up in my arms. She
held the umbrella in one hand and gently pushed my shoulder with the other, smiling and playfully telling me to let go. I kissed her smooth forehead
before releasing her.
My mother hadn't changed much since we parted three years ago. Even the fragrance emanating from her body and hair remained the same
. Her demeanor and speech were still those of a well-bred lady. Because she practices traditional Chinese medicine and health preservation, she was remarkably
well-maintained. Her boundless charm deeply attracted me, a feeling even stronger than three years ago. Sitting
in the car my mother was driving, I couldn't help but stare at her, unwilling to look away. My mother focused on driving, occasionally glancing at me,
but quickly turning her head away when our eyes met.
"Mom, I missed you so much! Did you miss me?"
My mother nodded and said, "How could I not?"
I added, "I must have missed you more than you missed me. I even dream about you, even have erotic dreams about you,
hehe!"
My mother gave me a reproachful look and said, "Go away, you're an adult, don't talk nonsense, or I'll kick you out and make you walk
home!"
I stuck out my tongue.
My home is an old villa built in the early 1990s, but it's well-maintained and doesn't look dilapidated.
This house was bought by my father when he was alive. He was a young general, dashing and always attracting the attention of
countless women, including my mother when she was young. Later, my mother married my father at the age of 18
, and I was born when she was 19. The three of us spent ten wonderful years together. My father worked in the military and government,
while my mother ran a traditional Chinese medicine health center.
But when I was 10, my father was tragically killed in an accident while commanding a live-fire exercise. From then on, it was just my
mother living together. Because my father received a large sum of compensation after his death, and my mother's health center business was
booming, we were materially well-off. However, my mother would often stare blankly at my father's photo. Whenever
this happened I would silently hug my mother and say to her, "Mom, I'm here. When I grow up, I will
take care of you like Dad does!"
My mother would smile knowingly, kiss me, and hug me tightly in her warm embrace.
It wasn't until I turned 16 that my mother noticed something was wrong with me. First, she noticed the intense gaze I gave her
. Then, she found her underwear under my blanket. Finally,
the scene I relived in my dream on the airplane occurred. She realized I had a deep-seated Oedipus complex, so she decided to send me abroad,
away from her for a while, hoping to dispel my abnormal feelings. But now it seems the effect is the opposite.
The house is exactly as I left it, spotless and filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and plants grown
by my mother . The only change is that when I left,
the greenhouse my mother used to cultivate herbs on the top floor of the villa had just started construction. Now it's completed and planted with dozens of herbs that my mother cultivated herself. This greenhouse,
less than 200 square meters, is like a small botanical garden. There's also a small room
with a pool inside, decorated like a sauna.
I asked my mother what it was for.
She said it was a sauna, just as I said, but a medicinal sauna.
I was very curious and said I must try it sometime.
After running up and down the stairs, I finally returned to my bedroom. Everything had been changed
. The poster that used to hang above my bed was gone. It was one of my favorite pictures, one I
'd found online and printed myself. It depicted a woman named Keiko Matsuzaka. Her heyday was a long time ago for me, a 90s
kid , but I liked her because her appearance and demeanor were so
similar to my mother's.
Besides that poster, I also had a set of her erotic paintings—her figure was still voluptuous but not fat,
making me drool and fantasize. In many erotic dreams, I'd pinned that beautiful body beneath me, thrusting
my penis into her honeyed depths. But every time I was about to thrust, the face beneath me would transform into my mother's real
, gentle face, followed by a surge of excitement, and I'd ejaculate… Waking up, my crotch would always be a mess.
While eating with my mother across the table, I asked her where the poster was.
She said it was old and yellowed and she'd thrown it away.
I looked at my mother with regret and said, "Then I'll make a poster of Mom and hang it there."
My mother replied, "Don't hang it. You should find a girlfriend and hang her picture. What's the point of hanging a picture of someone
as old and ?"
"Mom, who said you're old and faded? You're beautiful, the most beautiful person in my eyes."
"You smooth talker!"
I chuckled and said, "Mom, I'll take a picture
of you after dinner!" I ate heartily, then urged my mother to go to a brightly lit spot in the living room to take the picture.
My mother couldn't refuse and had to cooperate. As I picked up my camera to take the picture, I felt she should change her clothes
. I remembered she had a beige cotton sundress, so I suggested she change into it while I took the picture.
My mother said she'd just take the picture like this.
I went over and picked her up, saying, "Just change, don't you want a better picture?"
She tried to put her down, but I said I wouldn't let her down unless she changed, so she had to compromise and go change. When my mother came out
after changing her clothes , my eyes lit up. Under the light, my mother looked even more beautiful in her sundress.
She was full-figured but not fat; her breasts were firm and moderately sized, and her legs, exposed outside the dress, were fair, smooth, and beautiful. I couldn't resist putting down
my camera going over, hugging her, and spinning her around twice.
"Mom, you're so beautiful!"
I said, kissing her smooth cheek and then pressing my lips to hers.
This sudden action startled my mother, giving me a wicked opportunity.
I lightly sucked on her alluring lips, taking advantage of the situation! Just as I was about to taste her tongue, my mother pushed my head away forcefully
, her almost angry tone making me let go. Knowing her temper, I quickly released her. My mother's face
flushed slightly, and she turned to go back to her room. I quickly grabbed her, begging her to finish taking the photos. She let me take two before going back to her room.
I took my camera back to the bedroom, connected it to the computer, and started organizing, enlarging, and printing the photos I had taken.
It took over an hour to finish. While not exactly professional, I was satisfied. Lying in bed looking
at the photos, my mother's mature and gentle face captivated me. Recalling the past, my penis wickedly
hardened, and I finally couldn't resist taking off my clothes and starting to masturbate.
Closing my eyes, I imagined a wicked and passionate scene: lying on top of my mother's mature and voluptuous body, straightening
my erect penis, aiming it at her honey pot, and inserting it. I seemed to hear my mother's soft moans, and I hungrily sucked on her firm
, full breasts, my hips thrusting incessantly. My hand, caught up in this fantasy, increased its speed until, with a "Ah!"
, a stream of white fluid gushed from my lower body…
The next day, I didn't get up until almost noon. My mother had already left a note and gone to work. Following the instructions on the note, I
found the prepared breakfast, eating while thinking about what to do that day. According to my mother's plan, I would rest at home
for two days before officially starting work at her health spa, working in the marketing department, since that
's . Although my mother's workplace is called a "health spa," after nearly ten years of operation, it has
become a fairly professional company with departments such as R&D, production, marketing, and human resources management—it can be said to be quite
large . My mother and her colleagues are often invited to be guests on health programs on television.
Feeling bored at home, I decided to go to the company today. So I dressed up and set off.
Compared , the health spa has been renovated, and they've also taken over a shop next door, expanded the space, and
hired new employees. I recognized about half of them, so we exchanged greetings and pleasantries. My mother must
have already informed them, because they weren't particularly surprised by my arrival, only
slightly amazed that I had grown so tall and strong in three years.
As I approached my mother's office, a woman emerged from the doorway. She was wearing a business suit, tall and beautiful, with
shoulder wavy hair, exuding charm. We met face to face, paused for a moment, and then
immediately recognized each other. Her name was Fang Fei, a close friend of my mother's and also her secretary at the company. Her son
was the same age as me, so I often went to her house to play when I was little. Her husband had passed away years ago, and she had remarried
but quickly divorced.
"Xiaoxiao (my childhood nickname, known only to close friends)? Oh, I heard from your mother that you're back. I
was thinking of going home and asking Qin Gang (her son, my childhood friend) to invite you over!" Aunt Fang casually smoothed the front of my shirt with the other hand, holding a folder
in one hand, as if I had been transported back to my childhood.
"Hello, Aunt Fei! Haha! Let me give you a hug!"
I playfully hugged her, the faint scent of her hair filling my nostrils. As I released her from my embrace, I couldn't help but mentally
weigh whether her waist or my mother's would be more comfortable to hug. But before I could figure it out, my mother came out from inside to greet me
. Aunt Fei patted me and said I should visit her sometime. She nodded to my mother and went to do her work.
My mother led me into her office and asked why I was there.
I grinned and said I missed her.
She chuckled and shook her head, saying, "You're such a grown man, always so unruly. Look at your Aunt Fei's son, Qin Gang, how
obedient and sensible he is. Now he runs his own auto repair shop and is quite capable."
I pouted and said to my mother, "I just graduated, I can handle things on my own too, I won't let you
down . Hey!"
My mother nodded and said, "Alright, since you're here, go report to the marketing department! Come on, I'll take you to
meet your supervisor and colleagues!"
"Ah? It's starting already!" Although I was unwilling, I had already said it and had no choice but to follow my mother's arrangements.
At that moment I felt like I was trapped by my mother, but I couldn't say anything.
Meeting my new boss and colleagues went smoothly. Being the "princeling" I am, and not particularly unpleasant in manner or
speech , I easily blended in after my mother's introduction
. The department manager, Manager Li, was a middle-aged man in his fifties, exceptionally intelligent, kind, and easy to get along with. From then on,
under his supervision and guidance, I worked my way up to the point of being able to handle things independently.
At lunchtime in the cafeteria, I exchanged phone numbers with Aunt Fei and also got Qin Gang's
number, thinking I'd call him after work to meet up sometime. He's one of my closest friends since childhood. But before
I could call, he called first. Qin Gang's voice seemed different, like mine, having lost its youthful
naiveté, replaced by a deeper, more resonant tone. We greeted each other, teased each other
a bit, and finally agreed to go to our old snack street after work, ostensibly to rekindle our
youthful memories.
After work, I said goodbye to my mother and borrowed a key to the company car before heading straight to the food street.
Seeing Qin Gang again, I noticed that in the past three years, he had only grown a bit more skin and bones, not much muscle; he was slightly thinner, with a tanned
complexion. But compared to me, his biggest change was that he had become much more mature. We parked the car and,
arm chatted and laughed as we walked into the food street.
The street was bustling with people in the evening, each food stall with its own lamp and pots, the shouts of vendors
mingling with the smoky aromas. It was the same old taste, the same old style; the familiar warmth made me truly feel that
I was back in my hometown. Before, we had often tugged at our mothers' clothes to come here to eat
, even though they always said we shouldn't eat too much of these fried and smoked snacks, they could never resist the pleading eyes of
their children . We'd eat a skewer here, a plate there, and before long, we were half full.
Finally, Qin Gang led me into a barbecue restaurant. We went into a simple private room, ordered some meat and a dozen
beers , and the two of us ate and chatted. We talked about everything from childhood to the past few years. The more we drank,
the more we talked. I've forgotten who brought up the childish bet we made when we were secretly watching porn together—
to see who could sleep with a woman and lose their virginity first.
I said smugly, "I slept with a woman as soon as I turned 18, and she was my teacher, haha, are you still a virgin,
kid ?"
Qin Gang's alcohol tolerance wasn't as good as mine, and his face was already flushed. He waved his hand and said, "I was 18 too! You think sleeping with
your teacher is so cool? Hey, I'm definitely cooler than you!" As he spoke, he chugged a few more beers from the bottle.
"Better than me? No way! You weren't just picking him up on the street in the red-light district, were you?"
"Believe it or not! Xiaoxiao, we grew up together, we know each other best. I later guessed why Aunt
Xiaolin sent you abroad to study; it must have something to do with that."
I was stunned and asked him, "How did you know?"
Qin Gang said, "We used to be inseparable, we told each other everything, don't you remember? You and I are the same, we both love
the woman we love most." I was speechless. Qin Gang took a couple of sips of his drink and continued, "Later, I heard from my mom that Aunt Xiaolin
sent you away because she was afraid you'd become too attached to her. Don't I understand?"
I nodded silently, then a thought suddenly flashed through my mind. I abruptly stood up, leaned close to his ear, and asked,
"You little brat… could it be… could it be that you succeeded? You slept with… with Aunt Fei!" Although I couldn't see
my expression, I could imagine my mouth forming an "O."
Qin Gang didn't answer me, but instead pushed me back into my seat.
I lost my appetite and kept pressing, "Really? Really?"
Only when Qin Gang grew impatient did he nod firmly and reply, "Lying is the act of a turtle!"
I let out a sigh of relief, but also felt a pang of disappointment, not because I'd lost the bet, but because of envy and resentment.
"What? You admit defeat?" Qin Gang asked again, gnawing on a piece of meat on a bamboo skewer.
Knowing Qin Gang as I did, I judged he wasn't lying, but to avoid giving up so easily, I resorted to
a little trickery, saying, "Just because you say so doesn't mean it is. Who can vouch for you not bragging? Ha!"
Qin Gang wiped his mouth while calling for the bill, stammering, "You lost
, you lost. I didn't ask you for anything, don't be a sore loser! Haha..."
I helped him, who was unsteady on his feet, as we walked out. We'd both drunk quite a bit today; my alcohol tolerance
was better than his, so I was much more sober. He definitely couldn't drive in that state, so I got him into his SUV
, and we both got in and rested inside. I cracked open both windows a crack for ventilation.
Qin Gang was still rambling on, "You little rascal... don't disbelieve me! I did it, I got
her. When can you... sleep with Aunt Xiaolin once? You can't, you have the desire but not the guts!"
I was speechless for a while before finally saying, "Hey, let me ask you, what's it like? Like
when you and Aunt Fei do 'that,' what does it feel like?"
"Haha! It's a good feeling! Great!" He raised his hand and waved it.
"So how did you do it? You couldn't have forced me, could you? How did it start?"
At this point, I was completely driven by this forbidden curiosity.
"Heh...ha," Qin Gang chuckled, half-drunk and half-awake, then said, "It just happened so naturally.
I love her, no one loves her more than me, and she loves me too. We...no, why should I
tell you! Haha...if you want to know that feeling, try it yourself." He then slumped back in his seat and dozed off.
I could only drift off to sleep as well.
When I woke up again, it was already daylight; I must have been awakened by the morning chill. I saw that Qin
Gang had somehow slumped onto the steering wheel and fallen asleep, clearly having woken up and then gone back to sleep. I found
half a pack of cigarettes in the car and lit one, still thinking about what Qin Gang had said the night before.
Qin Gang woke up from the smell of the cigarette, quickly lit one, took a deep drag, and said, "
I was drunk yesterday!"
I smiled and said, "In vino veritas!"
He didn't say anything, just stared blankly ahead. I patted him, got out of the car, got into my own, started
my car, and drove out of the alley. He started his car and followed behind me. As we passed a lake beside an open park,
I stopped the car; it was a place we used to play in when we were kids. We went straight to the railing outside the lake and
continued smoking.
"How did you do that? When did you start?" I broke the silence first.
Qin Gang exhaled a puff of smoke, then threw the cigarette butt heavily into the lake, saying, "It's been almost two years.
That bastard (Aunt Fei's husband in her brief second marriage) cheated on her with another woman and beat her at home
. That night, I beat him up badly in the parking lot. He called the police, and I was detained for seven days. Then
they divorced. The night I got out of detention, my mother couldn't sleep, so I went to keep her company, and then we did
it. We don't know why, it just happened naturally."
I also threw away my cigarette, patted his shoulder, and asked, "Was it... really good?"
"The first time, I came as soon as I put it in, I was so excited... I was afraid of losing the chance and never having it again,
so I didn't pull out, and I came again quickly. The second time lasted longer, and I could feel that she was also very aroused. The third
time was in the bathroom. She went to shower, and I followed her in. We were drying each other, and I got aroused again, so I
leaned her against the wall and did it..."
"And now?"
“It’s normal now! I love her, and she loves me. She’s a mother and a wife.”
I punched him hard in the chest and said, “You’re so damn lucky! When will I ever get that?”
He punched me back and said, “Keep trying! I wish you success soon!”
“So, tell me your experience?”
He smiled and said a lot, some useful and some not. I listened and remembered the useful parts.
Finally, he said, “The main thing is one word: love!”
I nodded and walked towards the car.
After meeting Qin Gang at the snack street, my restless heart was even more turbulent. I sorted out my thoughts
for two days , and then went to the bookstore and bought several psychology books, mainly Freud’s
books on taboo relationships, and some modified versions of Oedipus
complex (including the famous essay “On the Feasibility and Necessity of Mother-Son Sexual Love”)
. I put these books in a prominent place at home and often read them in front of my mother.
I observed carefully and concluded that my mother, out of concern for what I was paying attention to, had also flipped through
these books, but she didn't express anything, nor did her attitude change significantly. Even when I shamelessly
tried to be overly affectionate, she would still push me away, half-angrily, half-scolding. I could only
manage a fleeting kiss on her mature, radiant face. Besides this, to better please my mother, I worked
diligently , humbly asking questions and learning from others. My progress and achievements were quite gratifying, and I successfully signed a
large client that the company had previously found difficult to deal with. For this, I received praise from my mother and supervisors at the company's weekly meeting on Thursdays
.
That evening, when we got back to the restaurant for dinner, I asked my mother, "Beautiful lady (I started calling you that a few days ago), I was thinking that
your son has finally achieved a small success. Should we open a bottle of wine to celebrate?"
My mother scolded me a little for calling me "beautiful lady," but she couldn't resist my insistence on doing so. She
nodded at my suggestion and said, "Yes, we should celebrate. Ah, go get the wine, the one on the top shelf, the one on the far left!"
I obeyed and brought the wine and glasses. After uncorking the bottle, I poured a good glass for my mother and then
one The pure grape red shimmered slightly under the light and the reflection of the glass, and the aroma was irresistible.
I could imagine that this was a rather good French pure wine; while not a masterpiece, it was certainly above average.
"Come on! Beautiful lady, let's drink to this!" We clinked glasses and took a big gulp.
My mother only took a small sip politely and said to me, "You're not drinking red wine, you're like a bandit drinking from a big
bowl!"
I paused for a moment and then laughed back, "Does a beautiful lady like a gentlemanly man? Then I'll try to be a
gentleman ! Please, beautiful lady!" As I spoke, I picked up a piece of her favorite mushroom and brought it to her lips, but she stopped me with her chopsticks
. I said, "Please, just eat it, otherwise I won't eat it!" My mother smiled helplessly and ate
it .
After that, I drank heartily and tried my best to please the "beauty," but when I poured
her another glass of wine, she seriously refused, saying that she had to go online to talk to a client about some business. I had no choice but to give up
. Perhaps the wine was too good, or perhaps I was a little too happy today, because I drank four glasses in a row, and only
a little bit of the bottle was left before I stopped. I didn't expect the wine to be so potent. It wasn't until I lay on the sofa watching TV after eating that I realized the effects of the alcohol were kicking in
, and I felt drowsy.
Half-drunk and half-awake, I heard my mother calling me, telling me to go back to my room to sleep. I opened my sleepy eyes and struggled to stand up,
a little . My mother quickly helped me up, and I hugged her tightly: "Beautiful Mom, I want to sleep with
you! I want to sleep with you!"
"You've had too much to drink. I told you to drink less and be less obedient! Get up and go to sleep!"
My mother half-carried, half-supported me as we walked up the stairs. My bedroom was on the third floor, and my mother's was on the second. After finally reaching
the second floor, my mother, panting heavily from supporting this drunkard who kept bothering her neck and waist, had
found it difficult to get me up to the third floor.
"Beautiful Mom, I'll sleep here, with you!" I pointed to my mother's bedroom door.
My mother thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then I'll sleep on the third floor!"
I seized the opportunity and said cheekily, "If you don't want to sleep with me, then I'll go back to the third floor..."
My mother was too weak to drag me any further, so she gave me a reproachful glare and said, "Fine! You sleep, sleep, sleep!"
and helped me into her bedroom.
I threw myself onto the bed. My mother helped me take off my socks and pulled down my pants, while I hastily took off
my shirt . She bent down to grab the clothes to throw in the laundry room, but I grabbed her and pushed her down onto
the covers. "Beautiful Mom, sleep!" I said, kissing her face and neck haphazardly, my hands
grabbing and kneading her breasts.
My mother frantically pushed my face and hands away, "Xiao'er, let go! You've had too much to drink, let go… I
'm your mother! Don't…" Before she could finish, my lips covered hers.
Because she was speaking with her mouth open, I easily slipped my tongue into her mouth and greedily sucked on her
sweet little tongue.
My mother, who had been pushing my hands away from her chest, could only struggle to pull them back and push
my head away forcefully. I was determined not to let go, no matter how much my mother struggled. At the same time, my
unsuspecting hand swiftly occupied her chest, easily slipping inside her robe, pushing off her
bra, and fastening it to her alluring breasts. My mother's breasts weren't large, but they were quite well-endowed, of moderate size, and firm.
Well-nourished, it remained plump and firm, easily held in one hand.
I instantly felt a rush of heat to my head, but this feeling was quickly
overshadowed by a sharp pain on my tongue. The pain was unbearable; I cried out and released my mouth, instinctively withdrawing my hand. It turned out my mother
had bitten my tongue in a moment of panic. My mother looked at me with a mixture of surprise, fear, and worry as
I clutched my mouth and cried out in pain. After a brief pause, she immediately jumped out of bed and went out the door. I knew she had gone to sleep on the third floor.
By this time, I was mostly sober. Recalling what had just happened, I patted my forehead and buried myself back
under the covers. I slept in an extremely uncomfortable position until dawn. When I woke up, I stared blankly at the ceiling for a while before
jumping out of bed. Seeing that I wasn't wearing pajamas, I carefully went up to the third floor, took a shower first, put on
my pajamas and then came out, hesitating whether to go back to the second floor or check on my mother.
Finally, I tiptoed open the bedroom door on the third floor. In the dim light of the living room, I saw my mother lying on her side under the covers, her back to the door
, breathing evenly. I let out a long sigh, stood in the doorway for a moment, then walked to the bedside, gently
climbed in, and slipped under the covers
, lying flat beside her. Her warm body heat, with each breath, seeped through her back to my arm, rising and falling, a subtle, almost imperceptible sensation—just like our current emotional
relationship, indescribable. I rolled over, embracing her from behind, burying my head in the back of her neck, and
lay quietly. My mother stirred, as if waking.
"Mom, I'm sorry…"
she sighed, moved her hand slightly, then took my hand from her waist, opened
my palm, and traced lines on it with her other hand. I understood she was writing. When I was little, I often played with her this
way, and for a time, I enjoyed it immensely. Over time, it became a simple form of
communication. I carefully felt what she was writing, and then wrote my reply on her palm.
"It's Mom's fault, does your tongue still hurt?"
"A little, but it's okay!"
"Why are you like this? Didn't I tell you this before I sent you abroad?"
"I don't know! I just love Mom! I can't control my heart!"
"No! We're mother and son."
"But I love you! No one loves you more than me!"
"Love isn't all the same!"
"My love is different from other sons'! I believe you understand!"
"What good is love? We can't be together. We're mother and son."
"Mother and son can be together! Haven't you read about it in books? Such relationships do exist."
"Those are just in books, maybe only in legends. "
"No! We have them around us!" "
Nonsense!" "
Really, Aunt Fei and Qin Gang are
an example." "..." At this point, the mother suddenly seemed stunned.
After a while, I heard her speak to me: "You're not talking nonsense, are you? How could that be? Don't overthink it
! You're all grown up now, it's time to find a girlfriend. Once you have a good girl, you won't have these wild thoughts."
I quickly said, "It's true! I'm not talking nonsense, Qin Gang told me himself!"
"You guys... you're all making things up! Who would believe that?"
"I believe you! Beautiful lady, if I can prove all of this, would you accept me?" "
Nonsense! Stop having your delusions, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll have to take you to see a psychologist
!"
"No! I swear to God, everything I said is true!..."
"Alright, nobody listens to your nonsense, not even the heavens hear your vows!" My mother said, pushing me away and getting
out of bed. As she left, she said, "I'm not going to talk nonsense with you anymore, go to sleep!"
I replied, "I'll show you the evidence. I'm telling the truth.
There are plenty ! You just wait!"
Lying in bed, I reflected on my mother's reaction. It seemed she wasn't as averse to the forbidden love as before,
or perhaps the opinions printed from books and the internet had some effect. However, she still could
n't accept this relationship herself. The best way to help her open up was to show her real-life examples,
and Aunt Fei and Qin Gang were the perfect choice. But how could I get them to testify? Ask my mother
? That was impossible.
Ask Aunt Fei and Qin Gang to speak? That also seemed unlikely; this relationship was something that could only be understood, not spoken aloud.
There was only one way—to film them together. But how? Should I have Qin Gang film it himself? Knowing him as I
do, if I told him, he wouldn't just refuse to take the photos, he'd definitely beat me up. As for Aunt Fei, that would
n't work either. I racked my brains until dawn, and there was only one way: I'd go and take the photos myself! Having made up my mind, I started planning
carefully .
The next day at noon, I took a day off and drove straight to Taichung. I was going to see Old Han,
a . Old Han had also been injured in that exercise, losing an eye, and then retired
. With the government's support, he ran a military supplies store. Old Han's store was very well-stocked and professional
; you could say it had everything except weapons.
I bought some fruit and Old Han's favorite tea and went to his place. As usual, we exchanged pleasantries.
My visit to Old Han wasn't just for show; I was bound to come sooner or later. But I had another, more
important matter to attend to on this trip: I needed to find a military-grade wireless receiver for covert filming. These things are very difficult to obtain;
the average are relatively easy to acquire, but the truly high-quality ones are hard to come by. However, I knew Old Han definitely had some.
I spent some tea with Old Han, and then, while other customers were browsing the shop, I got up and looked around.
I didn't find anything I liked, but I still picked out a pair of binoculars and asked Old Han how much they cost. He chuckled and
said it was a free gift. I grinned and put it in my bag. As I pretended to leave, I suddenly asked him if he had any of those covert filming devices
. Old Han thought for a moment and said he did have one, but it was a bit expensive, so he didn't display it openly. He then rummaged through the shelves
for a while and took down a small box.
He asked me what I needed it for.
I already had a reason ready: I told him I was looking for it for a friend who studies animals, to use in the forest to film them.
He nodded and said that this was a good thing. It could install multiple hidden cameras at the same time and then transmit
video with very high resolution. By plugging a wireless receiver with the set frequency into the computer's USB port, you could
watch high-definition images. However, this was not a satellite signal receiver, so the receiving distance was limited and could not exceed
50 meters.
I was thrilled and asked how much it cost.
Old Han said, "If you're using it, it's a gift. If someone else is using it..."
I explained that I understood and immediately took out 50,000 yuan in cash from my bag and gave it to him. He immediately returned 20,000 yuan to me.
I thanked him profusely, then asked how to use it before packing up and leaving.
That evening after work, I said goodbye to my mother and went to Aunt Fei's house. Qin Gang was a little surprised to see me, but also
quite happy, while Aunt Fei busied herself buying groceries and cooking. I talked to Qin Gang while looking around
their house. It was their new house after I left Taipei, a very comfortable and spacious three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment.
Qin Gang helped Aunt Fei in the kitchen. I saw that the mother and son worked together seamlessly, their
eyes filled with affection for each other. I left the kitchen and looked around the bedrooms. I saw a guest room that was
very tidy, indicating that someone lived there. Diagonally opposite the guest room was Qin Gang's bedroom. I went in and looked around
, and could tell that it wasn't often occupied.
I walked through another small living room, opened Aunt Fei's bedroom door, and immediately saw two large pillows on the bed. I
smiled knowingly. Seeing the mother and son still bustling about, oblivious to my surroundings, I quickly opened my
bag and took out three specially made, disguised hidden cameras, each resembling a tiny button, and two sound receivers.
Entering Aunt Fei's bedroom, I attached one of the cameras to the lampshade on the ceiling—
it was difficult . The second was placed in the gap of the wardrobe beside the bed, even more difficult to see. Finally,
I stuck one to the clothes hanger facing the bed. I then tucked the sound receiver, disguised as a playing card, under the blanket. After
setting everything up , I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement.
That evening, I enjoyed a hearty meal at the warm hospitality of Aunt Fei and her son, and unsurprisingly, Aunt Fei insisted I stay
. She said she hadn't visited in years, and since it was the weekend, she wanted to stay for a couple of days before
returning home on Sunday. I was more than happy to oblige.
That night, as I went to bed, I saw Qin Gang return to his own bedroom. I lay in bed unable to sleep, waiting for Qin Gang
to open the door, but nothing came. Disappointed, I finally fell asleep near dawn. The next day, Qin
Gang spent the day at his auto repair shop, then returned to his house. During dinner,
while the mother and son were busy serving the dishes, I secretly dissolved a Viagra tablet I had prepared beforehand into Qin Gang's soup bowl…
That night, I pretended to be tired and went to bed early, waiting for the show to begin. Not long after I turned off the light, I heard
the door open. I waited a moment, then got up, turned on my laptop, plugged in the USB receiver
, and put on my headphones. The computer screen was completely black, with only a faint light allowing me to identify it as Aunt Fei's
room —the light coming through the large window behind the curtains. I could hear clear whispers coming through the headphones.
I also opened the screen recording software on my computer; my main
purpose .
"Xiaoxiao's here, why are you here..."
"It's okay, he's already asleep."
"Don't let them find out..."
What followed was a series of kisses, then increasingly heavy breathing.
I stared intently at the screen, able to discern a tangled body writhing in the darkness. My
breathing grew heavier, a strange excitement rising within me. I'd seen countless porn films, but never felt this excited. I
was incredibly curious about the state of the usually elegant Aunt Fei when her son, Qin Gang, was fucking her! The bodies entwined more intensely
, and I heard a soft moan from a woman's throat. I began to hate the darkness again; it prevented me
from seeing this real, unfolding sex scene.
"Uh... um... ah..."
The man's heavy breathing and the woman's suppressed moans were unbearably exciting.
"Ah!" A high-pitched groan came through the headphones.
This was clearly a signal that the woman was approaching climax.
Then, something delightful happened: the screen lit up. Someone had turned on the bedside lamp.
I saw two naked bodies intertwined, one on top of the other, one prone and one prone, lying on the headboard. The one on top was none other than Qin Gang
! A pair of smooth, full legs were wrapped around his waist—undoubtedly Aunt Fei's legs.
I shifted the view to another angle and saw Aunt Fei's
face, flushed with a mixture of shyness and desire, in the dim light. Her two erect breasts stood proudly, their white flesh trembling. Just as I was wondering if they were done so quickly
, and how incompetent Qin Gang was, I saw him reach into the bedside table and pull out something. Then, he hurriedly but carefully
tore at it with his hands. I immediately realized he was putting on a condom; the real show was just beginning.
Qin Gang quickly put the condom on his erect penis. I mentally remarked that this guy
's penis seemed quite decent—thick and hard, no less than mine. Maybe it was thanks to my Viagra pill, ha!
Qin Gang leaned down again, his mouth taking one of Aunt Fei's nipples into his mouth, his hands
roaming between her plump buttocks and inner thighs. The brief respite of her heavy breathing and moans instantly returned. After kissing her for a moment, Qin Gang straightened up, knelt down
, and, with one hand supporting Aunt Fei's knees, guided his erect penis towards her vulva
, then slowly thrust his hips forward.
I saw Aunt Fei grip the sheet with one hand and place the other to her mouth, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.
She let out a soft "Ah, um!" as Qin Gang's penis slowly slid into her.
I couldn't resist reaching down to my crotch and stroking my erect penis.
My eyes were glued to the mother and son on the screen, now truly engaging in intercourse.
The son, Qin Gang, began to gently and quickly insert his penis into his mother, Fang Fei's, vagina, pulling it out from the entrance and then forcefully
thrusting it in . Each thrust brought a groan of unbearable excitement from his mother, accompanied by
the resounding "smack" of his hips slapping against her buttocks. This repeated dozens of times, until Fang Fei's excited
moans became a continuous, rhythmic cadence, her head occasionally tilting back.
Qin Gang supported his mother's plump buttocks with both hands, moving them back slightly, then placing her legs on his
shoulders He leaned forward, his hands bracing against the bed, thus raising his mother's buttocks upwards,
making the entrance to her vagina more suitable for his thrusting.
"Fei, I'm here," Qin Gang said, brushing a strand of hair from his mother's face with one hand
before vigorous thrusting. His hard penis appeared and disappeared,
moving in and out of his mother's vagina like a piston.
"Ah...ah...um...uh ah..."
"Slap! Slap!..."
Along with the creaking of the bed, was this a symphony of lovemaking?
Fang Fei's hands, which had been gripping the sheets, were now wrapped around her son's neck. Her face, usually so dignified,
was , her fair neck arching back. Suddenly, during one of his thrusts, Qin Gang pulled his penis out
of his mother's vagina. He had to use his hands to readjust it and forcefully insert it all the way in. Fang
Fei arched her back slightly before falling back onto the bed.
Seeing his mother's reaction, Qin Gang repeated the process, pulling his penis all the way to her vulva and then thrusting in
forcefully . This method worked every time, until Fang Fei let out a loud moan, released her hands, and trembled
slightly. The son had brought his mother to a blissful climax. Qin Gang then lowered his mother's legs and kneaded her,
wiping the hot sweat from her face, gently kissing her cheeks and lips, his large hand
kneading .
As his mother's ecstatic moans rose again, the son mounted her once more. He lay on his side, embracing his mother tightly from
behind , his groin pressed against her buttocks. His penis entered her vagina from below at an angle,
moving slowly and steadily, while his hands gently caressed her breasts. His mother pulled her legs inward, thrusting her hips back to meet
his thrusts. He thrust in deeply, whispering in his mother's ear, "Fei, does it feel good?"
His mother responded with a slightly shy moan, "Ah, um!"
After a tender, lingering moment, the son was about to unleash his power again. He
knelt behind his mother, whose legs were bent to the side, and thrust his penis in from behind, assuming a "doggy style" position
.
This kneeling, woman-on-side-lying, leg-bent position is my favorite. Countless times I've dreamt of
fucking my mother in this position. But now, Qin Gang is enacting this scene from my dreams in reality. Besides
envy, I feel an even stronger lust. My hand, stroking my erection, quickens, and with a cry,
I ejaculate .
In the video, the son is also getting excited, shouting and thrusting his penis wildly. The mother, who was lying on her side, is now lying diagonally
, her hands supporting her on the bed, her body
swaying . Suddenly, the son cries out and thrusts his penis deep into his mother's vagina one last time…
If I went to Qin Gang's house full of anticipation, I left with a sense of smug satisfaction. I
put on the backpack I brought and left the neighborhood with Aunt Fei and Qin Gang seeing me off. In my bag,
besides my laptop and the expensive hidden camera I retrieved, there was also a fascinating
video file.
I'd saved the passionate scene between Aunt Fei and my son Qin Gang last night onto a USB drive. I was going to take it
home and find a suitable opportunity to "open the eyes" of my beautiful mother, to let her know that there are many
things in this world she doesn't know, and perhaps many secrets are hidden around her, secrets that could change her outlook on life and
the world.
I was in a good mood, driving slowly, occasionally glancing at the scenery on both sides of the road.
When I passed a flower shop, I impulsively stopped, went in, and bought a large bouquet of red roses without hesitation. Then
I drove home, singing all the way. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the house was quiet. The slanting sunlight filtered through the treetops and
through the large glass windows of the living room, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
"I'm home! Where are you, beautiful mother?"
I went up to the study on the second floor and saw my mother busy at the computer. Seeing me come in, before
she could speak, a large bouquet of red roses was presented to her.
"Oh! You silly child, why did you buy flowers?" My mother scolded, but she still took the flowers, smelled them,
and placed them on the windowsill. Then she turned to me and asked, "Who buys roses for their own mother? What a mess!"
"Mom! I want to buy them! From now on, I am not only your son, but also your loyal suitor
. I want to seriously pursue my beautiful mother!" I said very seriously.
My mother shook her head helplessly.
"Beautiful mother, I love you!"
My mother raised her hand as if to hit me, and I quickly ran upstairs, threw my bag on my bed, turned on the desktop computer in
my bedroom , plugged in the USB drive, inserted a high-quality blank disc, opened the software,
and typed a few words. I was going to record the passionate scene between Qin Gang and his mother, Aunt Fei, last night. After the computer started working,
I went into the bathroom.
After washing and recording the disc, I played it back and the quality was good. The picture was fairly clear from all angles
. I had prepared the video file last night, cutting out a dark section and leaving very little.
The scene that appeared about ten seconds in was Qin Gang putting on a condom and preparing to penetrate his mother.
Satisfied, I took out the disc, put it away, and went downstairs to my mother's study. I made her a cup of coffee,
then stood behind her chair and gently massaged her shoulders with both hands. "Beautiful mom, why are you doing
this on the weekend? Can't you rest?"
Perhaps she had been sitting for a long time, as my massage felt comfortable, and she seemed to enjoy it. I learned this shoulder massage technique
from her, this health expert. She said, "Someone called earlier and needed this urgently.
" As she spoke, she moved the mouse, uploaded the file to her email, and sent it out. Then she tried to stand up.
I quickly pressed her down and said, "Beautiful lady, don't move. Let me give you a proper massage and show you my techniques!"
My mother smiled and sat back down happily. I lowered the automatically adjusting chair a little and began to carefully massage
her shoulders and neck. Massage is a very important part of traditional Chinese medicine, and my mother is an expert in this area.
So, as I massaged her, I listened to her explain the principles. We talked more and more, and our conversation drifted further and further away. We talked about massage for treating cervical
spondylosis, and before we knew it, we were talking about skincare, and from skincare, we drifted to other topics.
I suddenly blurted out, "I heard that women's skincare includes intimate area care. Does your spa
offer that?"
My mother was amused by my question but didn't know how to answer for a moment: "Who told you that?"
"Ha, it's in TV commercials now. Do I need to know anyone? People at work have mentioned it in conversations."
"Yes, it exists, but not that widespread. As living standards improve and society progresses, people's awareness of skincare
naturally follows suit in all aspects."
I smiled mischievously and asked, "So, beautiful mother, do you take care of that area too?"
But the answer I got was a slap on the back of my hand: "You, as a son
, ask all sorts of questions! That's not right!"
I chuckled and continued massaging, thinking that my mother must have tried those skincare products herself.
My gaze fell on the desk calendar. Looking at the date, it was September. Suddenly, I remembered something: "Beautiful lady
, next Friday is your birthday!"
"Hmm," she nodded casually.
"Then we should celebrate properly!"
"Celebrate what? Don't tell anyone at the company! I already told everyone my birthday was a long time ago."
"Oh, then we should celebrate properly at home! Don't worry about things at home, I'll pick out a nice gift for
you!"
"You, just don't mess around with me, that's the best gift." My mind was already on how to celebrate my mother's
birthday .
That night before bed, I chatted with Qin Gang online.
I mischievously asked him: "How's it going, buddy? These past two days at your house, pretending that no
one , have you been holding back? Has your little brother protested?
" Qin Gang: "Hehe, I have strong self-control."
Me: "Get lost! You slept at Aunt Fei's place yesterday, thinking I didn't know." Qin Gang
: "You little bastard! You were eavesdropping." (Sent a murderous emoji)
Me: No, I just went to the restroom and saw your door wasn't closed properly, so I peeked in, but you weren't there!
I didn't dare tell the truth; I knew I was in the wrong.
Qin Gang: Oh. How are things going with you and Aunt Xiaolin?
Me: Still the same. Next week is her birthday, and she said she doesn't want to bother her friends or anything, so I plan to celebrate it myself.
Qin Gang: That's good! You have a chance to shine. Do your best. (A mischievous emoji)
Me: I have a question for you, not a joke, answer seriously. Is your Aunt Fei's private area pretty?
Qin Gang: Where?
Me: That part! I heard everyone pays attention to maintaining their private parts these days.
Qin Gang: Oh, I think so. You'll know once you succeed.
Me: Hey, are you always really strong during sex? How many points would you give me out of 10?
Qin Gang: Definitely over 9.
Me: You're kidding! How many times a week? Qin Gang: About three times a week. For mature women like them, quality is more important than
quantity, understand? And we love each other, it's not just about sex, understand? You need to respect her feelings.
Me: I don't need you to teach me, I've been there too!
I thought about Qin Gang's methods when he was having sex with his mother last night, and sighed inwardly that I lacked experience.
When I wanted to ask him some more questions, he said he was going to sleep and logged off. In the following days, besides being busy with work every day, I would think about my mother's birthday whenever I had
time .
Finally, another Friday arrived. After noon, I checked my work schedule and there wasn't anything important to do, so I didn't eat lunch at
the company and went home to ask for leave. When I got home, I started decorating. I called
the hourly worker I had arranged in advance. First, I put out 99 carnations, then 999 red roses, and then I set up all kinds of
colored lights a worker asked me whose birthday this was for, with carnations and red
roses. I said it was my girlfriend's and my mother's birthday.
Evening came, and I waited nervously for my mother to come home, but it was well past her closing time and she was nowhere to
be seen. I couldn't help but call her. She said on the phone that a friend had invited her to a social gathering, and she couldn't refuse, so she went and wouldn't be back
for a while . I was a little disappointed and asked her if the other person was male or female, but she didn't answer and hung up.
I sat on the sofa feeling depressed for a while and then called her again to ask where she was. I said I'd come over too.
She gave me an address and then said not to come, that she'd be back soon.
I didn't listen to her, went out, got in my car, and drove straight to the place she mentioned.
It was a four-star hotel. I parked the car and was wondering where to go when I saw my mother and a middle-aged man
come out of the door. I stayed in the car, watching them. That man had a round face and
a black mole on his left cheek—disgusting! When my mother shook hands to say goodbye, the man held onto her hand tightly and wouldn't let go, even trying to
hug her. I couldn't
stand it anymore, so I pushed open the car door, got out, and called out my mother's name: "Zhou Xiaolin!"
They both turned to look at me. I went over, pushed the man away, and pulled my mother to the car.
"Who was that person?"
"Xiaoxiao, how could you be so rude!"
"I asked you who that man was?"
"A TV program sponsor, we've worked together before..."
"Hmph, ill intentions! Don't associate with him anymore! Go home!"
My mother forcefully shook off my hand: "What are you doing?"
"Do you know I've been busy at home all afternoon waiting for you to come home for your birthday! And you..."
I was a little emotional, and my mother was stunned.
I turned around, ran to my car, started the engine, and drove away.
I saw my mother's car parked next to me when I came, so naturally I would drive back. But after walking for a while, I
gradually calmed down and realized that I had gone a bit too far. Thinking of this, my mind returned to
the decorations .
When I got home, I turned off all the lights in the living room, just waiting for my mother to come home and give her a surprise. I heard the sound of
a key entering the lock, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open. At that moment, I immediately switched on all the stage lights,
and instantly, a dazzling array of colors illuminated the room. A few meters away, a wall of lights
displayed two lines of text arranged vertically in colored lights: "Happy Birthday, Mom" on the left, and "Zhou Xiaolin, I love you" on the right. Above them
was a banner: "Forever and ever." Below the wall of lights was a table with a large cake and
nine candles.
My mother gasped and froze at the door, letting go of the doorknob for a moment before dropping her
bag. Just then, the "Happy Birthday" song started playing from the speakers. I rushed over and hugged her tightly, saying
, "Happy Birthday!"
My mother hugged me back warmly and emotionally, saying excitedly, "Thank you, son!" She even leaned up
and kissed me on the chin. I immediately returned the kiss with a passionate kiss, moving from her forehead to her cheeks, finally capturing
her lips. My mother struggled slightly, but I held her lips firmly in my kiss.
Perhaps feeling a pang of guilt for not returning home soon, coupled with the atmosphere before her, my mother stopped
struggling and let me kiss her, gradually responding to my passionate kisses. My breathing grew heavier, and my
hands, which were wrapped around my mother's waist, became restless, slowly wandering downwards. One hand gently caressed her full hips encased in her skirt,
while the other slowly grasped the hem of her skirt, intending to make a deeper advance.
Just as my hand slipped under her skirt and touched my mother's shapely thigh, my mother jolted awake as if from a dream
, pushing me away abruptly. Under the lamplight, her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily. We stared at each other like that.
Ten seconds passed quickly. Finally, she shyly straightened her clothes and walked towards the cake. I reacted and quickly took out
a lighter to light the candles: "Make a wish and blow out the candles!"
My mother put her hands together, made a wish, and then blew out the candles. I handed her the knife to cut the cake. My mother cut a piece
and held it to my mouth first, but I insisted that she eat it first. She took a small bite and then handed it to me, which I swallowed in one bite. We
shared the cake like that. Suddenly, the music from the stereo started, changing to a romantic and warm tune. I asked my mother
to put down what she was holding, pulled her to the center of the room, took her hand in one hand, and placed the other on her waist,
gesturing for her to dance. She hesitated for a moment, then followed my steps and danced to the music.
"Mom, how long has it been since you danced?"
"It's been quite a few years. I don't feel like dancing when I have social engagements. It was back when your father was still alive."
"I'll dance with you from now on! I remember when I was very little, my parents often danced here. From now on, I
'll be your father's substitute! I'll take care of you and love you in his place!" I looked at my mother with deep emotion. A hint of shyness appeared on my mother's beautiful
face . If I had said this before, she would have given me a reproachful look.
I slowly lowered my head towards hers, finally pulling her into my arms.
We danced tenderly to the music…
I slowly raised my head, stroking my mother's beautiful face, my lips slowly moving towards her fragrant lips
. She, too, was moved by my emotions, closing her eyes and awaiting my kiss! Our four hot lips met
, releasing our love freely. At that moment, all worries and troubles vanished. My mother's hands
clung tightly to my back, my large hands tracing her full hips and then slipping under her skirt. The
smooth, delicate feel of her legs was intoxicating, like an aphrodisiac that instantly ignited my male hormones.
I became frenzied, my lips, capable of melting anything at that moment, moving from my mother's lips to her
jade-like sucking every inch of her skin.
I heard my mother's heavy, soft moans! I could feel her getting hotter! Her firm breasts
heaved violently, guiding my lips to them. My hand greedily slipped between her legs, kneading her plump
inner thighs, moving upwards until it finally rested on that mysterious mound, where a rising, moist desire was stirring within me.
I couldn't wait to explore the deepest secret.
But the passion, like a fleeting dream, was abruptly cut short once more! My mother grabbed my hand again,
one skirt, and the music had stopped sometime earlier.
At that moment, our eyes met. My gaze was full of longing, while hers held a hint of
grievance and pleading. My heart melted instantly. Her gaze pained me; I shouldn't have forced
her like this! I withdrew my hand from under her skirt and embraced her once more, tears streaming down our faces.
After a while, my mother gently got up, wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, and smiled through her sobs, just like she had when I
was little, coaxing me, "Xiaoxiao, don't cry!" I also wiped away my mother's tears.
"Thank you, Xiaoxiao! I haven't had such a good birthday in years! Come on, let's tidy up and go to sleep!"
I nodded and silently followed her to clean the living room. Then we went upstairs together.
At the top of the stairs between the second and third floors, I took a thin paper bag about the size of my palm from my pocket and handed it to my mother,
saying, "Beautiful Mom, I have a special gift for you. Don't open it yet, look at it before you go to sleep."
She took it and walked towards her bedroom with a suspicious look.
I went back to the third floor somewhat nervously.
The small paper bag contained the video I had saved and burned, the one I had secretly filmed that day, showing Aunt Fei and her son Qin Gang in
a passionate embrace.
My heart pounded with a mix of trepidation and anticipation as I rushed back to the third floor. I quickly showered, grabbed
my leaned it against the headboard, plugged in the wireless receiver for the hidden camera, and eagerly turned it on, afraid
I'd miss something if I waited any longer. The screen showed footage of my mother's room. That afternoon, I'd
attached a camera lens to the side of the TV opposite my mother's bed. I hadn't intended to spy on her, so one external
lens was enough; I hadn't even put in a microphone. I just wanted to know my mother's
reaction to the video; it was important to me. Her reaction would measure how far I was from happiness.
The screen showed a bright ceiling light in my mother's bedroom. My mother wasn't in the room; she was probably still showering. On the closed laptop on
the bedside table was the "gift" I'd just given her. After about ten minutes,
my mother appeared in the bedroom wearing a red, low-cut, knee-length spaghetti-strap nightgown. She turned on the bedside lamp first,
then turned off the ceiling light, instantly plunging the room into a dim, pinkish hue.
She leaned against the headboard, pulled the covers over herself, glanced at the things on the bedside table, reached for my "gift,"
emptied the disc from the small paper bag, examined it, then picked up the laptop from the bedside table, turned it on
, and put the disc into the drive. The light from the computer screen illuminated my mother's beautiful face. My
heart began to race, and I watched everything on the screen with a bit of nervousness.
Suddenly, my mother's expression turned to astonishment. One hand unconsciously went to her mouth, and then after about ten seconds
, she slammed the laptop shut. The light from the bedside lamp above her chest dimmed again. The pink
light from the bedside lamp only allowed me to clearly see the space from the bed to about her chest, making it difficult to see her expression clearly. I only
saw her pause for a moment, then smooth her hair, and then slowly lift the laptop, her face full of
surprise , her eyes wide open, her right index finger to her lips, looking completely bewildered.
About three minutes later, my mother suddenly seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly took out the disc, and shut down
the computer She placed the disc on the bedside table, then threw it to the floor, finally getting out of bed to retrieve it and put it
in the drawer. I saw her breathing become slightly rapid. She ran her hands through her hair, then placed her hands on
her cheeks sat silently for a while, then turned off the light and lay down.
The room was dark, with only a sliver of daylight filtering in from the window to identify my mother's body lying in
bed . I silently stared at the computer screen, which had also gone dark. I saw my mother
change her sleeping position three times in just a few minutes.
I shut down the computer, turned off the light, and sat silently in the darkness, trying to lie down several times, but I
couldn't fall asleep. I don't know how much time passed, but I picked up the clock on the bedside table, pressed the night mode button,
and saw that was almost 1 a.m., yet I still couldn't fall asleep. There was an indescribable emptiness in my heart.
A strange tension, a feeling of emptiness, made it impossible to fall asleep.
I wondered if my mother felt the same way. Suddenly, I had an urge to check on her. I
sat up abruptly, jumped onto the carpet, and tiptoed upstairs to the second floor. With the utmost care, I turned the doorknob and opened
my mother's bedroom door. The familiar, faint scent of jasmine filled my nostrils. The room was quiet; I could hear my mother's soft
breathing.
I stood at the door, hesitating for a few minutes before finally entering. I gently closed the door behind me and
stood by the bed in the darkness for a while, until my eyes adjusted. From the faint light
filtering tell my mother was lying on her side, the soft blanket clinging to her body
, outlining the alluring curves of a mature woman. I was mesmerized. I couldn't help but climb into bed, slip
under the covers, and gently embrace her beautiful body from behind. A
feeling of profound peace washed over me; I wanted to stay there, holding her, and fall asleep.
But after a while, the restless thoughts in my body started acting up again. My
genitals, pressed against my mother's buttocks, gradually rose, creating an uncomfortable tent-like sensation against my underwear. I tried to lower it
to a position flat against my lower abdomen for comfort, but once my hand touched the head of that little thing, I couldn't bear to let go, and involuntarily began
to stroke and masturbate it…
With each stroke, my lustful desires grew stronger, my breathing became heavy, and reason was gradually overwhelmed
by desire . I lay on my side behind my mother, my lower hand seeking pleasure between my legs, while my upper hand
restlessly moved up from her waist to her full breasts, kneading them through her soft nightgown . At this point, I no longer cared about whether my mother would wake up. There's an idiom, "desire is insatiable," and this applies equally
to humanity's most primal desires. I reached my hand under my mother's nightgown again, tracing her smooth thigh up to her lower abdomen. My fingertips lifted the edge of her panties, ready to slip inside, but a hand pressed down on her slightly protruding belly. I panicked, suddenly realizing that my mother's breathing was already uneven, her chest heaving rapidly—she was already awake! Yes , my antics would wake even the deepest sleeper, let alone my mother, who probably hadn't slept at all, just like me. I tensed up slightly, like a thief caught red-handed, but understanding my mother's current state, I boldly pulled my hand away from hers and moved up her abdomen to her breasts. I pushed up her bra, freeing her full breasts to receive my gentle caresses . My fingertips lightly brushed against the nipples, then I cupped one in my palm, tenderly kneading it, applying all the experience I had accumulated over the past 20 years in treating this sacred object with respect. My mother's breathing quickened, her body shifting gently in my arms. My other hand slipped under her neck, invading her other breast beneath the hem of her low-cut nightgown. My lips, burning with desire, kissed her neck and shoulders. A fire ignited between us, quickly escalating; the only sound in the quiet bedroom was our increasingly heavy breathing. My hand, resting on her upper body, again reached for the edge of her underwear, but was once again firmly pressed down by my alert mother . I understood her meaning; she wouldn't let me disarm her today. I wrote "I understand" on her palm with my finger. Then I pulled open my robe and removed my underwear, my erection pressing against her full buttocks. I pushed my mother's nightgown up above her waist, shifted my hips slightly, and used my hand to place my throbbing erection between her thighs. I then used my hand to bring her bent legs together, thus enveloping my eager penis in the triangle formed by her buttocks and thighs. I gently lifted and lowered my hips, and my penis began to thrust in and out . As it rose, I could feel the warm, moist sensation emanating from her private parts, separated only by her underwear. While this simulated intercourse wasn't as intense as actual vaginal penetration, the stimulation from more than made up for it. I caressed her breasts and roamed over her shapely thighs, which felt wonderful to the touch. My mother's heavy breathing began to occasionally punctuate with low moans, each one enough to stimulate my senses. My hands, no longer content with just exploring her thighs, suddenly climbed up to the area covered by my mother's panties, caressing her almost greedily like a thirsty fish finding water again. My mother, startled by this sudden stimulation, let out an uncontrollable moan: "Ah..." She then tried to cover herself with her hands in a panic, but my wrist was grabbed again. I breathed heavily and kissed my mother's earlobe, whispering, "It's just outside," while continuing to point there with my finger. Although my mother still held my wrist, she relaxed, allowing me to act boldly . My hands braced against the bed, and I increased the speed of my thrusts. "Mmm, uh... ah," my mother's short breaths and suppressed moans filled my ears. A warm, slippery sensation came from my hands—my mother's love fluid, which had soaked her panties and soaked my hands . That fluid also coated my penis, making the penetration smoother and the pleasure even more intense. I knelt up, gripping my mother's waist tightly, and quickened the friction of my penis against her buttocks. Finally, an uncontrollable tingling pleasure surged up my spine. I quickly pulled my penis out, but it was too late; clumps of semen spurted out . I could only awkwardly let it finish, then hurriedly turned on the bedside lamp, intending to wipe it off for my mother. Most of the sticky clumps landed on her nightgown piled around her waist, and a few spots also appeared on the blanket in front of her. I didn't know how to clean up this mess. Fortunately, my mother silently got up a moment after the light was on, picked up her nightgown, got out of bed, and ran to the bathroom. I quickly got out of bed, rolled up the towel I had soiled, took it to the laundry room, and changed the blankets to a clean one . After doing all that, I didn't know what to do again, sitting restlessly on the edge of the bed, naked. I wanted to go to the bathroom, but my mother locked the door when I opened it. The toilet and shower room here are combined; the toilet is on the outside and the shower room is separated by a glass door on the inside. My mother heard me open the door and said loudly from inside, "I want to be alone for a while. Go back to the third floor!" "...Mom, are you alright?" "I'm fine, go back!" I listened inside and could only hear the sound of running water.

After thinking for a moment, I turned around and grabbed my pajamas and underwear, then went back upstairs to the third floor.
The next day, I woke up when the sun was high in the sky. Since it was the weekend, I hadn't set an alarm, but
usually my mother would knock on the door to urge me not to stay in bed. Today, she didn't. I thought for a moment and hurriedly got up,
going straight to the second floor without dressing. My mother wasn't there. I went downstairs, but she wasn't there either. However, I found
a note she had left on the kitchen table. It said she was going to the yoga studio and then in the afternoon she was going to visit a friend at Guangshan Nunnery in the suburbs.
I knew that a very famous female abbess at that nunnery had been a friend of my father's when he was alive.
She had helped the nunnery when it was in dire need. After my father passed away, all the monks and nuns in the nunnery spontaneously performed a seven-day
memorial service for him free of charge. So my mother later became friends with that old nun and would visit the nunnery every year, offering
incense and praying for peace. My mother said this wasn't superstition; seeking peace of mind was a form of psychological suggestion, and the monks' self-cultivation
was a way to maintain health.
That day, I spent my time at home looking at some work documents, and then just spacing out. At 3 pm,
I busied myself making dinner, cooking every kind of dish I'd known how to make in the past 20 years. It
was only four dishes and a soup, but it still took me three hours, and I hadn't finished when my mother came home.
My mother seemed to be in good spirits, which put my mind at ease.
While changing her shoes, she asked, "Which way did the sun rise today?"
"From the west! Look, it's just rising!" We both laughed. My mother's
smile was so radiant; even the faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes seemed to enhance her mature charm
. At the dinner table, I suggested having some wine, but my mother stopped me, telling me to sit down and eat, that she had something to tell me. I
pretended to sit upright and listened to her.
My mother chuckled and said, "You seem different today. Have you learned your lesson?"
"Hehe, I've always been good, beautiful mother. What is it you want to say?"
"Really? Then will you listen to me?"
I saluted and said, "Yes!"
"Heh, I ran into an old friend on my way back today. We talked about you, and I asked her to find you a
girlfriend her tomorrow!"
"Tomorrow?"
"What, you don't agree? You just said you'd listen to me! Never mind, forget I said anything, and you didn't say what you just said
!" My mother angrily picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
I quickly said, "Okay...okay! I'll go. Don't be angry, it's not good to eat when you're angry."
My mother's anger turned to joy, and she gestured for me to eat quickly.
I was so depressed I lost my appetite. I ate a quick meal and went back upstairs, feeling a wave of dejection.
I was already thinking about how to avoid the next day when my mother came over and told me she had just spoken to someone on the phone and arranged a meeting place
. She wanted me to meet her at a tea restaurant at 3 pm the next day. I listlessly agreed.
I still couldn't think of a good plan. I considered asking Qin Gang for help, but then I thought he would laugh at me, so I
gave up decided to act badly when I met the person tomorrow, find an excuse to leave, and then the person
would naturally not like me.
The next afternoon, my mother carefully dressed me up, gave me several instructions, and sent me
out . I didn't go directly to the agreed place, but instead wandered around a nearby aquarium,
planning to go there half an hour later. I stared at my watch; time seemed to be passing slowly…
Just when I thought it was almost time to go to the appointment, Qin Gang called and asked where I was.
I said I was wandering around.
He seemed to hesitate for a moment before telling me to come to his auto repair shop. He said someone there had been constantly
on the phone, and judging from the conversation, I might know this person.
I didn't quite understand what Qin Gang meant, and when I asked him, he stammered. I was a little angry and yelled into the phone
, "When did you become like this? A sissy?"
Qin Gang then said, "That guy knows Aunt Xiaolin, and he seems to have bad intentions. He kept
talking about Aunt Xiaolin on the phone, it's disgusting! I want to beat him up, and if you don't come, I'll do it myself!"
I was furious and yelled into the phone, "Leave him to me!"
After saying that, I went out, got in my car, and drove straight to Qin Gang's place. It wasn't far, and I arrived there 15 minutes later
. As soon as I got out of the car, a man wearing a white chef's uniform with a plaster on his face grabbed me. I looked
closely realized it was Qin Gang.
I asked him why he was dressed like that.
He said it was his company, and if he wanted to hit someone, he should disguise himself first. He was wearing
the clothes , and asked if I wanted to change.
I said, "Change my ass! Where's the person you're talking about?"
Qin Gang pointed to a car repair shop not far away and said, "That's him. He's been talking for almost half an hour
."
I saw a man pacing back and forth outside the shop, talking on his cell phone. He looked familiar, and as I
got closer, I saw that he had a round face and a disgusting mole—it was the man who
had come . I listened carefully to what he was saying.
Qin Gang quietly handed me an iron wrench.
"Hehe, Director Liu, once I've got that woman sorted out, I'll make sure you get your turn!
Hehe , Zhou Xiaolin is a real stunner, hasn't been with anyone in all these years, her crotch is probably still
red, haha!" The round-faced man chuckled lewdly. "If you have any good stuff, don't forget to share
it , haha! I just love this kind of taste, young girls are boring, Zhou Xiaolin is just my type, top-notch!
We brothers have the same taste..."
He stopped there, and my wrench struck his spine. Qin Gang kicked
him to the ground, but this guy was tough; he yelled and tried to get up. I kicked him again, then pounced on him, punching
and wrench at him relentlessly.
"You damn shit-mouthed bastard, I'll teach you to talk! I'll teach you to talk!"
If Qin Gang hadn't pulled me up and told me not to kill him, I would have beaten him to death! Qin Gang
pulled me along quickly, got into the car by the roadside, started the engine, and drove off the street. On the way, Qin Gang asked me to
drop him off; he needed to return the clothes and also check things out, since it was his territory. I nodded, let
him out of the car, still angry, having completely forgotten about meeting him. I found a bar, downed
two bottles of liquor, and left.
Getting into the car to go home, as the car entered the underground parking lot, the lights, which were usually on 24 hours a day, were surprisingly...
It wasn't lit, which was a bit strange. I found the parking spot entirely by the car headlights. I complained a few times and got out of the car.
The moment I closed the door, everything went black. I realized someone had put a sack over my head, and then I
was hit several times with heavy blows. I only heard someone shout, "You little brat, you've got a death wish, daring to hit anyone!"
Then a blow to the head came, and I couldn't hear anything anymore...
This will be the last chapter of this essay contest. If there's enough support or the contest ranks well, I might be motivated to write
some related side stories. Now, let's look at the main text:
I opened my eyes again and saw this world. Everything was white—a white room, a white bed, a
white ceiling, white curtains. My nostrils were filled with the smell of Lysol. This was a private room in a hospital.
I raised my hand and felt some pain. My left arm was still wrapped in gauze, but I could feel that the bone wasn't broken.
Suddenly, I felt something strange on my head—numb and a little painful. I touched it; it was also wrapped in gauze, but
I was shocked when I touched it—my hair! His hair was shaved off; it looked like a serious injury, probably to prevent infection
.
A sliver of pale red sunlight slanted in, and I judged the time to be around dusk. I tried hard
to recall what had happened, my head throbbing, but I could only remember being hit on the head in the underground parking lot, and then
vaguely remembering cries and shouts—oh, it was my mother crying, and I thought I could hear Aunt Fei and Qin Gang's voices too
…
The door opened, and I saw my mother walk in with a thermos, her face looking tired, her eyes red,
a heartbreaking sight. "Mom," I called out. My mother's face lit up with surprise, then tears
welled up . She went to the bedside, touched my hand, and said, "You're awake! You scared me to death!" I tried to control
my emotions, and forced a smile as I said to my mother, "Mom, I'm fine. I'll be alright in a few days. It's just that my
hair might take some time to grow back to its original size." "It's better that you're alright. Qin Gang
told me everything. I've already called the police. Through the surveillance footage, they caught those people quickly. They were
unemployed people with criminal records hired by the person you hit. But you and Qin Gang also hit someone, so the police will come here to question you
. Qin Gang has been detained. I paid some fines, and I hired a lawyer. He should be
released , and there shouldn't be any problems. Your situation is special, so you'll be spared detention, but you'll still have to pay the fine."
"Qin Gang was detained?" "That's already pretty good. I asked a friend for help; otherwise, he would have been detained for at least half a month."
"That bastard! I said you... I said you... you deserve to be hit!" I winced, my whole body aching from the excitement.
My mother said, "Alright, don't worry about that. Getting better is the key now. Come and eat something. The doctor said
you'll wake up at night. You're healthy, so you woke up a little earlier. I cooked some porridge, come and eat some." My mother
opened her thermos, the aroma of hot porridge filling the air. My mother gestured for me not to move and then fed me with a spoon. Every
time she leaned over to bring the porridge to my lips, I deliberately slowed down, taking the opportunity to get
closer to her face and smell her faint, feminine fragrance.
"Eat properly, why are you looking at me?" My mother noticed my strange behavior. "You look good. I like looking!"
My mother looked a little shyly at me, her gaze lingering on my face even though it was a private room. "Mom!"
"Hmm? What's wrong?" "Mom, please don't let anyone introduce me to girlfriends anymore, okay?" My mother nodded
, sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed my hand, and said, "Mom really regrets it. If I hadn't let you go to meet someone that day, and
if you had been home, I could have stopped you, and this wouldn't have happened. Do you know how dangerous it was? If it weren't for the other residents' car
coming back, noticing the lights weren't on, and shouting for security, which scared those three people away, you... you would have been ..." My mother's tears fell again as she spoke. "Mom, don't cry! You won't be pretty if you cry." My mother wiped away her tears and tidied up her messy things. "Mom, I need to pee, can you help me?" My mother quickly told me not to move, took out a commode from under the bed , and gestured for me to turn to the side. I endured the pain all over my body and turned to the side with my mother's help. Seeing my pained simply reached under my blanket, took off my hospital gown and underwear, and put my penis into the commode opening. As I urinated, I was somewhat surprised by how quickly my mother moved, and I couldn't help but look at her. It wasn't until I finished and she picked up the chamber pot, our eyes meeting, that she realized I was watching her. A , and she said, "You little rascal, what mischief are you plotting now?" Then she turned and went out to clean the chamber pot. Before it got dark, two policemen came and took a detailed statement from me in the ward, questioning me in great detail about why we hit someone and how I was beaten. Before they left, I asked them how that fat guy with the mole on his face was doing. We said that the fat guy wasn't much better off than me, except that he didn't have this on his head, but his body was much worse. After giving me a few words of advice, one of the policemen muttered to himself, "That guy's reputation is ruined now , and it's even affected the TV station. The headline in the newspapers is 'A hypocritical beast in human clothing'..." I wanted my mother to go home and rest that night, saying there were nurses here, but she was worried and stayed, sleeping on the small bed next to me to keep me company. I turned off the lights, and my mother and I lay on our respective beds. Through the light streaming in , I could see her lying on her small bed, facing me. "Mom, why don't you come and sleep here? I want to talk to you." "Isn't it the same here?" "It's a whisper, won't people overhear?" My mother hesitated for a moment, then took a blanket and pillow and lay down beside me, still facing me. I endured the pain and turned to face her, taking her hand and whispering, "Mom, I love you, more than anyone else in the world ." She tried to pull her hand away, but I held it back. "Don't find me any more girlfriends, okay?" This time, my mother nodded and softly replied. "Mom, even if you can't accept me now, I'll wait, for years to come. I'm not afraid of you getting old, I'll wait!" My mother put her hand to my lips, trying to stop me from saying anything more, but I gently kissed her hand. My mother playfully pressed my philtrum with her thumb and whispered, "Little bandit!" "I am a bandit, Mommy's little bandit," I said, teasingly reaching out to touch her chest. She quickly grabbed my hand. "No. Xiaoxiao, wait until you're better, after you're discharged..." These words were a huge surprise to me. A little carried away, I blurted out, "Mom, you accept me?" My mother immediately covered my mouth, her movements slightly flustered. "You just said..." "Don't say it! Keep your voice down," my mother said.

Her voice was shy and nervous. "You still haven't answered me?" I seized the opportunity to deliberately ask loudly. My mother quickly replied, "Alright
, you win. We'll talk about it again when you're discharged." I was overjoyed. At this moment, my mother whispered,
"I went to Guangnian Nunnery the other day and talked with the nun for a long time. She noticed my troubles and had me draw a fortune stick. I told her
it was about marriage. After she looked at it, she said, 'The time for marriage has come. You can only let things take their course. If you don't resolve the relationship today, there won't be
a tomorrow.'"
After saying that, she picked up the quilt and went back to her small bed. My heart, however, flew to the future. I wished I could be
discharged from the hospital right now!
The next morning, after I woke up, I saw that my mother was already up, simply tidying her hair and clothes.
My mind immediately recalled my mother's words from the night before. An indescribable flutter of emotion welled up inside me, and even
my little brother, was excitedly standing at attention. But at the same time, a sudden urge to urinate also came over me. "Mom, I need to pee!" Hearing this, my mother went to get
the potty , still helping me turn to my side, and placed the potty under my blanket. I had already taken my penis out myself.
When my mother was helping me put it into the potty, she hesitated for a moment and tried to pull her hand back, but I, who had planned this all along, held it down.
My mother must have been a little embarrassed when she noticed my erect penis. I held her hand, and
three of her fingers pinched my penis. I finished peeing, but instead of letting her pull her hand back, I
took the opportunity to put my entire erect penis into her palm. Then I gripped her hand tightly and started stroking it back and forth.
My mother tried to pull her hand away twice, but I grabbed it each time. Seeing that I was enduring the pain while doing this, she blushed and followed my lead
.
My mother's hands were smooth and delicate; one hand couldn't fully enclose the length of my penis, the entire glans extending beyond
her palm. She gently stroked the foreskin in rhythm with my movements, and pleasure spread from her
center . I wanted to savor my mother's warm, smooth hands a little longer, but seeing her frequently
glancing shyly towards the door, I couldn't bear it. I quickened my pace, no longer enduring the pleasure, letting it erupt. Finally, I
let out a soft moan, my thick, powerful penis twitched a few times, and all my semen shot into the toilet.
For the next two days, my mother spent most of her time at the hospital, except for work. After two days, seeing that I was much better, she
no longer needed to shuttle between the company and the hospital so tirelessly. Aunt Fei visited me once during this time. On the third day, Qin
Gang came to see me. I told him I had caused him trouble, but I said that I was the one who brought the trouble upon myself, and besides, nothing serious had happened yet, so
I wouldn't mention it! As Qin Gang was leaving, he mysteriously asked how things were between my mother and me. I made an "OK" sign with my hand and
told him I would receive a gift when I was discharged. Every day I longed to get better and be discharged from the hospital. Two weeks later, the gauze on my
head was removed, and the stitches were taken out. The doctor said the recovery was good, but there would be
a scar, though it wouldn't be visible once my hair grew back. I eagerly asked the doctor if I could be discharged,
but the answer was that I needed to be observed for a few more days until the soft tissue contusions healed. I said it wasn't necessary,
but my mother insisted I listen to the doctor. So I had to spend another seven agonizing days in the hospital.
Finally, I was discharged. That day, my mother had to meet a foreign client she absolutely had to see, so I told her to go about her business and asked Qin
Gang to drive me home. It felt so good to be home. I threw away all the things I'd used in the hospital, plopped down
on the sofa, and let out a long sigh of relief. Qin Gang then said to me, "What, something good happened tonight?" He took something out of
his pocket and tossed it to me, saying it was a gift to celebrate my discharge. I took it and saw it was a box of
condoms…
After Qin Gang left, I took a shower. In the bathroom, looking at my naked reflection in the mirror, I naturally thought
of the box Qin Gang had given me, and then of my mother. In the past, I would have definitely masturbated in front of the mirror,
but today I restrained myself. I decided to use my resources wisely; that "meat gun" wouldn't
be wasted from today onward.
I prepared a table of dinner early, waiting for my mother to return. While waiting, I felt a
little uneasy, even having wild thoughts that she wouldn't come back. Until I heard the door open, I rushed over and
hugged my mother tightly as she entered. "Mom, you're back!" my mother said, both surprised and delighted. "I couldn't avoid it
today , so I didn't go to the hospital to pick you up." "I understand! But you have to make it up to me." I said
, kissing my mother. She struggled shyly for a moment, but I still managed to kiss her lips. I
savored the fragrance of her lips, my tongue exploring her mouth, entwining with hers, exchanging saliva. Of course, I
wasn't satisfied with just a kiss. My large hands instinctively roamed over my mother's back and buttocks. Finally, one hand
slipped under her skirt along her thigh. At that moment, my mother pushed my head away, panting, "No, no,
not now..." I looked at my mother's blushing face, kissed her once, and let her go. My mother said,
"I'm going to the bathroom. Let's eat!" and then quickly went to the bathroom.
My mother seemed somewhat silent during the meal, her eyes always flickering as she looked at me. I kept putting
food on my mother's plate. After the meal, I also took care of cleaning up the dishes, while my mother, unusually, sat in the living room watching TV. I sat down next to her,
feeling a little nervous, and stared at the TV with her, but I couldn't concentrate on anything. My mind
was elsewhere; I was just waiting for my mother to say she was done watching and go to sleep. But my mother seemed to be in a very high mood today, constantly
changing channels. I suddenly thought, perhaps she was still a little shy? So I got up and said I was going to sleep, then
whispered in her ear, "I'll wait for you." After saying that, I went up to the third floor and took my blanket and pillow to
my mother's bedroom on the second floor. I took a nice shower and then crawled into bed to wait.
The wait was incredibly long; it felt like hours had passed and my mother still hadn't returned. I was getting impatient
, but when I checked the time, less than 90 minutes had passed, so I patiently waited. Finally, my mother returned to the second floor.
I had already decided to wait quietly for her, not to rush, otherwise it might be another wasted effort. So when she came in, I
just lay there quietly. My mother went to the bathroom, and I could vaguely hear the sound of running water. My mind
involuntarily conjured up images of my mother's voluptuous and alluring body, her smooth, silky shoulders, her full, rounded breasts, her
perfectly waist… I first stripped naked under the covers, waiting for my mother to get into bed. My mother's bath
seemed unusually long this time…
Finally, she emerged from the bathroom, wearing a white slip dress. She first dried her hair with a hairdryer,
then turned off the lights before carefully climbing into bed. The room was now dark, with only
a faint glimmer of daylight filtering through the curtains. Just like that day, my mother lay down on her side with her back to me. I lay there, nervously waiting for two minutes…
I slowly leaned down and hugged my mother from behind. She didn't resist, which emboldened me. My
left hand slipped under her nightgown, winding around her smooth back to her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra today, and my
hand immediately touched her full breasts. I opened my palm, pinching her nipple between my index and middle fingers, then
cupped my hand over her soft breast, greedily yet gently kneading it. Until I heard my mother's breathing
quicken, I kissed her ear from behind, a wet kiss followed by a gentle breath of warm air. My
hand slid up to her other breast, increasing the pressure of the kneading, while my lips traveled down to my mother's neck and shoulders
…
"Mmm. Ah..." A soft moan escaped my mother's breath, which was the best encouragement for me.
My hand traced her waist, lifting the edge of her panties and slipping inside. Beneath the soft, fine tuft of pubic hair lay a pool of
warm, wet moisture. Instantly, my head throbbed with excitement, my lips went dry as if they could spew fire from my desire.
I felt an urge to immediately thrust my erect penis inside. But I managed to remain calm,
continuing my careful caresses. My middle finger gently explored, finding the small protrusion in the thicket, lightly teasing and kneading it. "Ah!... Hiss, mmm!"
My mother's moan escaped clearly for the first time, her body trembling slightly. My hand lingered greedily between her
mons pubis , teasing her. Her moans rose and fell, her body twisting and trembling. A slippery trickle
wet my palm at the base of her thighs.
I stood up and pulled my mother's panties down from behind. My mother shifted her hips slightly, cooperating with me as I
removed her last line of defense. I pushed her nightgown up to her waist and leaned down
to kiss her full, alluring buttocks. After a long while, I moved down to kiss her plump yet tender legs. But when I wanted my
mother to lie flat on her side and kiss the inside of her thighs, she shyly turned her upper body over and
lay face down on the bed, her lower body still lying on her side in my hand. It was a strange position. I understood what my mother
meant, so I didn't force her. I released my hand from her legs and let her lie naturally on her side. Instead, I began to caress and kiss her legs and back
. Finally, I buried my hand between her legs again. It was even more wet and sticky there. I parted
her vulva middle finger and probed inside. A warm, moist sensation enveloped my finger. It seemed that my mother's private parts
were well-maintained. Although they were not as tight as a young girl's, they were not as loose as most women of this age. "Ah, um!"
My mother suddenly let out a loud groan, which quickly turned into a suppressed moan. This sound brought my excitement to
its limit . I didn't want to wait any longer, I couldn't wait any longer! I decisively turned on the bedside lamp. The pale red light shone on
the bed, and my mother's smooth body lay diagonally on the bed, her head buried in the pillow, her hands bent at her shoulders, gripping
the sheets .
When my mother saw the light, she suddenly reached for the light switch. "No, don't turn it on..." She lay there, not quite grasping
the switch. I quickly grabbed her hand, leaned down and kissed her shoulder, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I'll
turn it off as soon as I've got the condom." After saying that, I opened the bedside table, took out a condom that Qin Gang had given me
, and deftly put it on my erect penis. Then I straddled my mother, who was now completely lying on the bed.
I slowly lowered myself, my hands on the bed, my hips moving to her buttocks, guiding my penis to her
vulva . My heart pounded wildly, a mixture of tension and excitement from finally breaking a taboo. I
gently kissed my mother's ear and whispered, "Mom, I'm coming in." She reached out and
turned off the light.
In the darkness, panting, I guided my erect penis to her wet vulva, thrusting forward. My swollen
glans entered the warm embrace, and my mother's body trembled. "Ah!" I used that soft moan
to propel myself deeper. "Ah!" A feeling of fullness and envelopment immediately spread from my penis throughout my body, and I
let out a soft cry of excitement. I slowly lowered my hips, and amidst my mother's heavy breathing, I plunged my hips down again,
pushing my penis back into her vagina. The pleasure from the thrusting and friction was intoxicating, and my mother's moans were
a reward, further fueling my excitement. I lowered my head and began to thrust with abandon. In this position, I couldn't
penetrate too deeply, but each of my thrusts was of high quality, sometimes fast and gentle, sometimes slow and quick.
After this series of thrusts, my mother's moans began to rise and fall, and the connection between our bodies became smoother.
"Ah! Xiaoxiao..." My mother unconsciously called out my name, which startled me. The thought that I
was fucking my mother beneath me at this moment caused an overwhelming pleasure to rise up, almost making me ejaculate prematurely. But
I never thought it would be so fast, so I took a deep breath and held back! I gently swayed my hips and stopped thrusting. I
leaned down kissed my mother's neck from her back, then gently bit her earlobe: "Mom, is it good?"
As I spoke, I thrust in and out with all my might. My mother let out a shy moan. "Mom, turn around,
can we do it from the front?"
I whispered in her ear. I felt my mother shaking her head and heard her softly panting,
"No."
But my current position made it difficult to move, so I reached down and grasped one of her breasts,
whispering in her ear, "Turn to the side." I tried to turn her body, and she half-heartedly turned to the side. I straightened my penis from
behind and thrust it into her honeypot from below, using my legs to slightly lift her upper legs so that
it would be easier to penetrate. I felt like I was truly fucking her now, and I couldn't help but quickly
thrust dozens of times. My mother's moans filled the air. My body kept moving backward until my
hips were almost perpendicular to my mother's buttocks. My penis was fully inserted into her vagina. I lowered my legs,
grabbed her back and waist with both hands, and gave her a quick round of thrusting, about 200 times. After that round of thrusting, I was
sweating, and my mother was sweating too. I knew I couldn't hold back for much longer. The pleasure on my penis told me that I had to make my final
thrust.
I withdrew my penis again, leaned down to my mother's side, lifted one of her legs, and
folded it , exposing her vulva. I kissed my mother's face, and then, before penetrating her again, I turned on the light
. My mother's rosy face and fair body were immediately clearly visible to me. My mother was a little embarrassed and anxious again, trying
to get up to turn off the light, but I held her shoulder down. At the same time, my penis accurately penetrated her vulva, quickly
pushing all the way in through the muddy passage. She let out a soft "Ah!" before I finished my second withdrawal and penetration. The first few thrusts were
quick pulls to the entrance, then immediately full penetration again. After a few more thrusts, my mother's body trembled, and my rhythm slowed down.
Slowly it got faster, until finally it was almost frantic thrusting, my mother swaying like a boat in the wind. I held her bent
legs and one shoulder tightly, my lower body pumping in and out, my hips slapping against her buttocks with a crisp slapping sound. Finally,
an uncontrollable wave of pleasure washed over me, I let out a loud groan, and thrust my penis deep into my mother's vagina...
My mother and I were both breathing heavily, then we turned off the light and fell asleep in each other's arms.
I don't know how long I slept, but I was somewhat comically awakened by the urge to urinate. I opened my eyes and saw a sliver of dawn
light shining through the curtains opposite the bed; it was still early. My mother, whom I was holding tightly
, was breathing evenly with her back to me, seemingly fast asleep. I quietly got up and went to the bathroom. While urinating, looking
at proud, large penis, I immediately thought of how it had penetrated my mother's honey pot the night before. The
tension of breaking taboos and the soul-stirring pleasure surged into my heart. My only dissatisfaction was that I had ejaculated myself, and my mother
hadn't reached her climax. Now, looking at my thriving "little brother," I felt an
irresistible urge to find a place to wreak havoc. I hurriedly washed my hands, returned to bed, and lay back down in my original position. My hands lingered restlessly on
my mother's smooth, white legs for a moment before moving upwards to her breasts, gently kneading them.
"You naughty thing... so early in the morning..." My mother, unable to sleep after my antics,
had barely opened her mouth when my lips swept around her neck and kissed her own. Her lips were lightly sucked a couple of times, and then my hot tongue
darted in without any resistance. She could only open her teeth to welcome that fiery passion. My body was turned around
, and my mother's passion was gradually ignited by me. Her breasts were sucked by my hot, wet mouth, and she let out
an alluring moan, "Mmm, ah..." Her hands reached towards my head, stroking through her thick hair. One large
hand slid down her slightly protruding belly, exploring the last secret in her mysterious forest...
A finger parted the flesh and gently teased the sensitive clitoris. "Ah...ah..." She was
struck by the sudden surge of pleasure, and involuntarily arched her back, her snow-white body forming a beautiful
curve, truly exquisite...
Facing my mother's increasingly heated body, I was already burning with desire. I tried my best to control my rising emotions,
slowly parting her snow-white, plump legs, and pressing myself between them, pressing down on her body. I
kissed my mother's face and neck passionately, and finally buried my head between her alluring breasts, which were now even fuller, with deep red
nipples standing erect. My tongue slid up them, teasing her and eliciting a series of beautiful moans. That sound was perhaps the most beautiful note between a man and a woman in bed
, instantly arousing a man's hormones to surge rapidly.
After last night's intimate contact, my mother, who had already been fucked by me once, was not as shy as she had been the first time.
My five fingers, which were on my mother's vulva, were soaked with a wetness. I smeared that wetness on my mother's full
breasts and plump thighs. I saw my mother occasionally twisting her delicate body, her hands gripping
the sheets , her moans rising and falling. I took a deep breath, took a condom from the bedside table, put it on,
and guided my hard, unbearably erect penis upwards. I aimed at the line of moisture in her pubic hair and
thrust in! With another groan from my mother, I thrust my hips in fully, the familiar pleasure of last night
washing over me . I smoothed some of the loose hair on my mother's head and whispered, "Mom, I'm going to make you experience
the greatest pleasure!" As I spoke, I withdrew my penis and then thrust it back in with a sudden, powerful thrust. I reached
under my mother's armpits and held her beautiful shoulders, supporting myself on my elbows, and began my first round of fucking with my mother today.
The sounds of flesh colliding, the soft sounds of penetration, and my mother's
increasingly clear moans filled the bedroom with a spring-like atmosphere. While most young people were still
lazily sleeping in bed, I diligently began to "work in the fields," cultivating
the land of my mother.
My mother wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands gripping my back, her buttocks unconsciously swaying to meet
each thrust of my penis. "Ah... Xiaoxiao... um... ah..." she called my
name with her alluring, hazy breaths.
I thrust wildly over a hundred times, then slowed down, first gently withdrawing my penis, then slowly inserting it again, repeating this several times, before
suddenly withdrawing sharply, leaving only the glans, and then thrusting in all the way down. After some teasing, my mother's excitement grew even higher.
She lifted her legs onto my back, the angle of her
vaginal
opening making it easier for my penis to thrust in and out. So I went at it again, until I felt my mother arch her back with each breath, letting out a long, ecstatic moan, "Ah, ah! Hmm... ah!" Her hands on my back worked hard, I knew she was close. I picked her up and sat her on the bed,
one hand holding her body tightly, the other supporting her plump buttocks, swaying her up and down and side to side.
At this moment, my mother was a pure woman, not my mother; that taboo only made her more excited.
"Ah... ah!" Finally, she let out a long moan, her lower body spasming uncontrollably, wave
after wave gripping my erection. She had climaxed!
As soon as my mother's orgasm subsided, I pressed her body down onto the bed again,
wrapping my arms around her long, shapely thighs and spreading them wide. I squatted on either side of her buttocks,
inserting her honeyed depths. Then, with each rise and fall, I squatted and thrust, allowing me to clearly see
my penis moving in and out of my mother's vagina. The visual stimulation amplified my pleasure. What excited me most
was seeing my mother's excited yet slightly shy expression, which was another kind of stimulation. I reached out and brushed the hair from my mother's
face ; her face, like her face, was covered in beads of sweat. I lowered her legs, bringing them
together and bending her forward. I knelt behind her sideways, inserting my penis, and finished my final thrust in my favorite "female
side-lying doggy style" position, bringing us, mother and son, into a world of sexual bliss!

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