Mother's unique beauty

"Mom! Mom!"
"Jack, what's wrong?" Mom came out of the house to see me.
"Mom, why are there wind chimes in all four corners outside? Did you hang them?"
"Well... Jack, the wind chimes are to summon Grandpa. He can follow the sound of the chimes home. As long as he hears the chimes ringing, it means Grandpa has come home." Mom frowned, her eyes crinkling with strange lines, and smiled as she sat on the stone steps in front of the door. She picked me up and placed me on her lap, and together we gazed at the receding tide in the bay beside our ancestral home, enjoying the cool air.
After a long while, Mom gently stroked my hair and said to me, "Well... Jack, if Grandpa really comes back, will you be scared?"
"How could I!? Grandpa is the closest person to me, and... he loves me so much..." Thinking of all that my grandfather had done, I couldn't help but sob a little.
“Jack, don’t be like this. Grandpa doesn’t want us to be unhappy because of him all the time. Come on! Cheer up!”
“Mom.”
“Hmm?”
“Even if there’s no Grandpa, no Dad, and no one else who loves Mom, it doesn’t matter. Jack will love Mom forever, in place of everyone else!”
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IV. Face. Wind. Chimes
1. [Spring Late]
I wonder if anyone has ever had this experience. In real life, no matter when or where, as soon as a person calms down, memories will quietly come rushing in as if swallowing everything.
I don’t know when it started, but I’ve been experiencing this strange feeling. One moment everything is fine, and then suddenly I can’t hear any of the sounds around me, like water being poured into my ears. The surrounding scenery continues to move, but there is complete silence. Whether it’s people talking, footsteps, or touching, it’s as if I’m being sucked into the flow of time, and I can’t hear anything at all.
Then, as darkness gradually fell, a voice… a moving voice would come from afar, seemingly distant yet close at hand, until all was dark. The voice gradually became clear and distinct—it was my mother's call.
"Hmm… Jack, don't run around so sweaty, you'll catch a cold."
Then, my mother's smiling face would slowly emerge from the darkness, and the surrounding scenery would reappear, fragments of memories replaying one by one. My mother in various stages of my life—her doing housework, her tutoring me, and her sternly scolding me when I did something wrong—all returned to me once more.
As a child, I resolved to protect my mother. Recalling those fleeting moments of strength, yet also the most painful, I remember my grandfather, my mother, and me. Then, when I was eight, my grandfather passed away, leaving only my mother and me… and in the end, I was all alone.
"Jack, where did you hurt yourself? Don't cry, get up!"
Whenever I was down, my mother would say nothing and then come to hug me. Because of her frequent, loving hugs, I overcame the sadness of my childhood.
Later, whenever I encountered difficulties or felt down, I would hope that she would hug me. This therapeutic method gradually became a habit. As I grew up, our hugs transformed into a unique way of comforting each other, and I never thought it would become a problem.
In the moment I hugged my mother, all I noticed were the unique, strange wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, the serene smile on her face like a crescent moon, and the peculiar way she spoke.
"Hmm...Jack, that's not how you use the equation."
At that moment, I would notice a peculiar aura emanating from my mother, an ethereal light instantly filling the surrounding space—that was my mother's unique beauty.
Others might not understand, but the beauty I'm referring to is the harmonious feeling of being one with nature, a feeling that arises from her subtle expressions and reactions integrated into her daily life. No matter what my mother did, there was an incredible charm and naturalness about her, something that no other mother, no other woman, could possess. The strange wrinkles that appeared whenever she smiled, the languid way she spoke—"Hmm... Jack"—and the ever-present smile on her face, seemed to suggest that this inertia would never change, even until the end of the world.
The intermittent sounds of my mother's voice that reached my mind always brought a sense of sorrow, and her dazzling, star-like gaze left me feeling lost. At these moments, I would revert to a helpless child, painfully struggling between dreams and reality.
My grandfather and mother were both indispensable parts of my life, but as time passed, they left my world one by one, leaving me all alone. Recalling the past, fragments of memory would replay in my mind like faded films. Those years that accompanied my growth in this old ancestral house are gone forever.
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Let me first talk about this ancestral house.
No one will know how important this ancestral house is to me.
In my daily "dreams," every scene is related to this ancestral home. I cannot escape this place; it holds not only all my memories with her but also the "things" that remain here.
It's a two-story stone house located in a remote suburb, said to have been built by my great-grandfather. It's quite old, but I don't know exactly how many years old it is. Judging from the weathering and cracks on the walls, I'm pretty sure it was built by my great-grandfather.
The stone house and two or three other small houses are built beside a two-lane road on the edge of the New Territories. There isn't much traffic on the road, and the houses themselves are surrounded by lush greenery. After the rain, the whole area is enveloped in a thick forest atmosphere. If you don't mind the gloom, it's quite peaceful.
Not far away on the other side of the house is a small beach. The beach is small and rocky, and there aren't many tourists. Occasionally, groups of students come here to barbecue or swim. The houses next door are either small shops or used as holiday homes. With so few tourists, I have no idea how they manage to stay afloat.
Of course, I'm sure the neighbors are just as surprised that our dilapidated house hasn't collapsed.
The old wooden entryway is broken and rotten, the weeds in the yard are tall and dense, a half-dead tree casts a long, lush shadow over half the sky, and fungi or something else crawl all over the dark, peeling walls. Inside, there's always a sense of dust dancing in the light and shadow. Most people might find all this irritating, but I think that's part of the house's charm.
It's a place where time seems to stand still.
In my youth, I loved to admire my mother's graceful figure as she curled up on the sofa by the window, napping in the dim, yellowish light of the long corridor in this house at dusk. I loved watching her beautifully curved legs, her perfectly proportioned hips and slender waist, and the firmness and radiance of her breasts…
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"Hmm? Jack? Why are you staring at me like that?" My mother, awakened and noticing my lingering gaze, sat up a little awkwardly from the sofa, her fair neck curving in a peculiar way.
"This…this…Mom is so beautiful, I can't help but stare at her!" Since I knew I was in the wrong, I decided to play hard to get. I went over and rested my chin on my mother's lap, embracing her affectionately.
“Hmm… Jack, you’re fourteen now, not a little kid anymore. It’s fine to watch your mother sleep like this, but if you stare at other girls like this outside, people will misunderstand you!” My mother looked at me casually, playing with my hair.
“No, I won’t look at other girls, I only want to look at Mom.” After saying that, I climbed up and buried my head in her soft breasts, breathing in the delicate fragrance of her flesh. She only thought it was her son’s love for his mother, and opened her arms to hug me, letting my head sink deeper into the crevice between her two soft mounds.
I don’t know when it started, but the intimate embrace between my mother and me slowly became a way for me to explore the mysteries of the female body during my puberty. As long as I didn’t rub her with my hands, I could put my hands on any part of my mother’s body when we hugged, and I could bury my face in any soft place I wanted, including my mother’s beautiful face, her slightly sunken shoulders, her full breasts, and even her closed thighs that exuded a faint breath.
While my mother selflessly devoted herself to her great maternal love, she was unaware that her son was exploring and savoring her alluring body. At that moment, I, only ten years old and filled with boundless curiosity about the female body, felt no guilt whatsoever.
"Mom, if I were Dad, I would definitely divorce that woman and then officially marry you!" I buried my face in her warm bosom for a long time before looking up at her silently.
She stared at me blankly for a moment, a trace of sadness flashing in the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes: "Hmm... Jack, you don't understand adult matters. Don't complain about your dad anymore, he has his difficulties..."
"What difficulties!? Mom is the best woman in the world! He treated you like this, and you still speak up for him? I will never forgive that kind of man!" I became agitated and hugged her even tighter.
"Um...that's not what I meant. I just don't want the relationship between you two to be like this..."
"There's nothing to explain. Love is love, and not loving is not loving. I will never let my feelings get so confused in the future. If I were Dad, I would be content. Mom alone is enough." "
Hmm? Jack?"
"What?"
"Why does it feel wet? Are you crying?"
"How...how could I!? I'm an adult~"
"Can't adults cry? Look! My left side of my chest is all wet. You're either crying or drooling~ Haha! Such an adult..." Mom laughed so hard she rolled over. I looked at the wet patch on her chest and didn't know what to say.
Mom, I wasn't crying, and I wasn't drooling. Just now I was...
"Of course! Of course I was listening!" I put on a serious expression.
At this moment, Xiaoyu and I were having dinner at a bar. We had worked overtime at the company until 11 p.m. and then went to a nearby bar to drink and relax while having a late dinner.
I work as a graphic designer at an advertising company, and Xiaoyu is in charge of customer service. Because of work, we often work together and gradually became friends. Basically, Xiaoyu is a very ordinary girl, just a bit pessimistic and neurotic. When she gets anxious, she becomes emotionally unstable, just like many troubled young women these days. Sometimes, when she can't figure something out, she'll call me late at night to ask questions and confide in me, regardless of whether I like it or not. We can talk about anything, but this is the first time we've discussed such a deep personal matter.
She chose a suitable listener and brought up a very painful topic while I was lingering in memories of my mother.
This year is the tenth spring since my mother's death. I'm thirty years old, and Xiaoyu is twenty-six.
"What I just said was that I once had an affair with a married man." Xiaoyu stared at the wine glass in front of her.
"When did that happen?" I couldn't find a better response.
"Two years ago, before I joined this company." She still didn't look at me.
"And now?"
"Of course, we've broken up!"
Wow! How did I know?
"I don't understand," she said again.
"What do you understand?"
"I don't understand. How can a man love two women at the same time? How can he sleep with someone he doesn't love? That man, he can really hold up three fingers and say to me: I love them both equally! I've given my heart to both! Hey, how is that possible?" "
Women and men think and are structured completely differently. Just because you can't doesn't mean others can't."
"Can you?" She looked at me with a questioning gaze.
"No." I put the last piece of chicken in my mouth without looking at her.
"Then how do you know others can?" Her questioning tone intensified.
I knew I was forced into a dead end, and I had to answer seriously. I thought for a moment: "I don't know if others can love two women at the same time, but for many men, sex and love can operate independently, without connection. They don't necessarily have to love her to be with her and have sex with her. Even if he only loves one woman in his heart, he can still sleep with other women he doesn't love."
"I don't understand what you mean." She drank some more wine, her face flushed, as if she had drunk too much.
“Men have two heads, one above and one below. Leaving aside the lecherous types who want to sleep with every woman, even those who know they've done wrong and feel regret and pain, their lower head will still dominate, telling them: ‘Go for it! Why not take advantage? Go first!’”
“So, you can sleep with someone you don't love?”
“Food and sex are human nature! We're all driven by emotions! Actually, it's just weakness.”
Xiaoyu’s eyes were full of doubt: “What an annoying way to put it. Even you are like that?”
I spread my arms and shook my head, making a gesture of “I don’t know either.” She looked a little deflated, then lowered her head and drank some beer. I followed suit and took a sip of whiskey.
Bored, I looked out the window. A spring rain was falling softly on the street. The trees on both sides looked somewhat melancholy under the rain. The wet road reflected the streetlights. The rainy spring night warmed my heart.
For two or three minutes, neither of us spoke. She seemed to be thinking about her man, while I was thinking about someone else doing the same thing.
“I’ve always been like this since I was little; I hate men who ‘two-timing’.” I downed my whiskey in one gulp.
“Two votes! I hate men who ‘two-timing’ too.” She followed suit, downing her fifth glass of red wine.
As I drove Xiaoyu home, the excessive alcohol began to take effect. She wanted to vomit but couldn’t, struggling greatly.
Soon, she became increasingly incoherent and rambling. I knew I was in trouble tonight. Xiaoyu is a very emotional person; I shouldn’t have discussed such sensitive topics with her while she was drinking. By the time I helped Xiaoyu to her apartment, she was almost unconscious. Despite her petite frame, she was surprisingly heavy!
I carried Xiaoyu into the room, placed her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and sat on the edge of the bed, gently brushing away the loose hair that covered her face. Only then did I truly observe the girl before me, noticing her shoulder-length straight hair, her beautifully shaped cherry lips, her charmingly curled eyebrows, and then the fine lines on her face that seemed to have weathered many storms.
I've known Xiaoyu for almost two years, and only now have I realized that this girl, whom I'd always overlooked and treated like a little sister, possessed a clear and extraordinary beauty. Her long, straight, and smooth black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her sleeping eyes, like those of a little princess, evoked a feeling of tenderness. This beauty was extremely subtle, stirring a certain unease within me.
My throat felt dry, and I longed to kiss her.
"Stay, please..." Her eyebrows trembled slightly, but Xiaoyu's eyes remained tightly closed.
"Xiaoyu? What did you say?" I wasn't sure what she was saying.
"Just stay with me for one night, and I'll do anything..." Tears welled in Xiaoyu's eyes; she was talking in her sleep.
She wasn't speaking to me, yet Xiaoyu's words touched the deepest, most painful part of my heart.
Another woman had once spoken to me like that.
My mother had said that to me when I was nineteen.
A sharp pain shot through my heart.
Why do you always think about the men who betrayed you? Why do you always yearn for those who don't love you?
What's so good about a man who plays with love? Do you want to be bound to them for eternity?
There are men who are good to you by your side! Why, knowing the pain of being betrayed, do you betray those who are devoted to you?
Answer me! Why won't you answer me!?
I started shaking her violently, gripping her shoulders.
In my confusion, I couldn't control myself and kissed her, licking her lips, cheeks, and neck, my tongue plunging into her ears and mouth, frantically sucking on her tongue. I pulled up her shirt and bra, burying my face in her breasts.
Finally, I removed her bottom and panties, and, filled with longing for her, I thrust my hard penis into her vagina again and again…
“Just spend this one night with me, I'll do anything…”
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Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
I was awakened by the doorbell's monstrous roar in the dead of night. Although it was spring, the suburban night was still very cold. I shivered twice and quickly got up to answer the door in the lobby downstairs. As soon
as I opened the door, my mother collapsed into my arms, reeking of alcohol.
"Mom? How did you get so drunk? Where's Dad? Didn't he bring you home?"
"...Why? Why can't you even give me one night? Why..." She ignored my presence and muttered to herself. I had never seen her so drunk.
A woman so drunk that she was like a rag doll was particularly heavy and had nowhere to hold her. It took me a lot of effort to drag my mother upstairs to her room.
I put her on the bed and placed a hot towel on her forehead.
"Why...why can't you even tonight..." she was still talking in her sleep.
"You went back to your wife again, didn't you? Didn't you promise to spend every Valentine's Day with me?" Seeing my mother like this, I felt a pang of heartache as I took care of her.
My mother suddenly felt nauseous!
I quickly grabbed a basin and placed it beside the bed, then gently stroked her back with my hands.
My mother's low-cut halter-neck evening gown had a very open back, and each time my hand touched her smooth skin, a warm, tender sensation spread through my palm.
"Mom, are you feeling any better?" I asked, looking down to comfort her. Through the gap between her drooping gown and bra, I could vaguely see two dark pink nipples…
My heart began to pound!
"Mom? Are you feeling any better?"
"Ugh… ugh…" She didn't vomit; her eyes drooped, and she groaned unconsciously.
My mother leaned forward again, and her bra finally slipped off her breasts, revealing her two delicate pink nipples.
My mother seemed to be unconscious, her soft, warm body right before me. My head was spinning, and I suddenly reached out with trembling hands towards her chest.
When my fingers slipped through the gaps in her clothes and touched that slightly protruding, tender flesh, my whole body felt like it was being electrocuted. It was a touch I had dreamed of countless times, and tonight I finally touched it, touched it without any barriers…
Suddenly, my mother grabbed my hand!
“Mom…Mom?” My whole body went cold.
“Can you stay with me for one night…?”
“Wh…what?”
In a daze, I slowly extended my tongue, licking my mother’s cherry lips and the roots of her teeth, then slowly pried open her teeth and licked her tongue.
I tasted it.
I finally tasted the flavor of my mother’s saliva, I finally tasted the smoothness of my mother’s tongue.
I frantically stuffed my tongue into my mother’s mouth, tasting every part of her oral cavity, then sucking desperately. I kept drinking my mother’s saliva, and when she had also sucked her tongue out, I lifted her head and then sent my saliva back into her mouth, wanting her to taste her son’s flavor.
While greedily sucking on my mother’s luscious lips and fragrant tongue, I undressed her until my mother’s naked body lay laid out before me.
I meticulously examined every part of my mother's body with my hands and eyes: her firm, ample breasts, her tender nipples, her still perfectly matched hips and slender waist, and that most longed-for secret area—every inch of skin was translucent and irresistible.
I knelt before my mother's chest, taking her tender, light brown nipples into my mouth, rubbing them with my hands, feeling a swollen, soft pleasure. I suckled desperately; I wanted to drink my mother's milk. At that moment, it felt like returning to infancy, without a trace of evil. I wanted my mother to breastfeed me again; I longed to drink her milk.
But no matter how hard I sucked, I could only make her nipples swell and bulge, but I couldn't draw any milk. Finally, I gave up, my gaze shifting to her pubic hair. I wanted to drink something else from my mother.
Spreading her legs, my mother's most private and mysterious place was right before my eyes, instantly filling the air with a sensual fragrance. I inhaled the rich aroma of my mother's sex hormones, feeling instantly blissful. Mother, it is your intense femininity that has been seducing and bewitching your own son, making him unable to extricate himself, unable to turn back.
This is not my fault, it is all your doing, absolutely not my fault…
Mother's pubic hair is sparse yet thick, lying smoothly above her vulva. Her two delicate labia are clean and smooth, without too many creases, the color neither too dark nor too light, just right. Above the cleft, tiny tender buds peek out, making one's mouth water. I have never seen anything so beautiful and moving. I buried my head deeply in the most beautiful secret garden in the world.
My tongue rolled frantically on the bud, my lips tightly sucking and joining the intoxicating labia. I closed my eyes, breathing in the fragrance of orchids, savoring every shallow groove and tender crevice of Mother's vulva.
The sweet flesh finally began to reward me with my diligent service, and crystal clear nectar slowly seeped out from the small opening of her vulva. I was overjoyed and sucked and swallowed with abandon. The pistil, which had been favored, seemed to enjoy it very much and released the sweet nectar of the willow branch to my heart's content, so that my son could have a good time.
When her honeyed orifice was defiled and left a muddy mess, I could no longer suppress the lust in my heart. I sat up, my already rock-hard penis erect, and aimed it at my mother's vaginal opening.
My long-cherished wish had finally come true tonight. My heart was pounding, my whole body was trembling, my face was burning, and even my lips and teeth were chattering. I watched with trepidation as my mother's flesh was stretched open, and my glans inch by inch slid into her honey pot.
In an instant, my whole body went numb. The penis, tightly pressed and wrapped by the tender flesh of my mother's vaginal walls, sent waves of intoxicating pleasure through me. Was this the taste of a woman's body? Was this the taste of sex? Was this the taste of possessing my own mother?
My mother opened her eyes and looked at me!
"Hmm... Jack? Is that Jack?... What... are you... doing?..." Still drunk and not yet awake, my mother saw her son lying on top of her, feeling the fullness of her being conquered, and could only make weak and feeble cries of resistance.
Suddenly faced with my mother's awakening, I felt no panic whatsoever. Consumed by burning lust, I felt neither fear nor reason.
"Ah...Mom...don't be afraid...hehe...give it to me...Mom...give it to me..." Losing my senses, I grabbed my mother's limp hand, instinct driving me to thrust again, plunging my penis deep into her.
"Ah..."
My mother and I cried out simultaneously. It felt so good, so exhilarating. I thrust wildly, each time reaching the deepest point, then retreating to the edge, before thrusting in again.
"Ah...Jack...no...I'm your mother...ah..." My poor mother couldn't move...she could only groan, her eyes filled with pain and grievance as she gazed at me, utterly powerless, allowing her son to ravage her.
Her wronged and aggrieved appearance only made her more alluring, and seeing this only fueled my madness.
I thrust with all my might, pounding hard against my mother's uterus. After hundreds of frenzied thrusts, I felt the thing that had been pressing against my glans gradually being stretched open. With each entry, the opening sucked at my glans. At that moment, my penis was kissing my mother's uterus. I closed my eyes, enjoying that suction, that force that seemed to suck everything out of me, that powerful force that had an insatiable thirst for my sperm. The
frenzied thrusting came wave after wave. At this moment, my mother's eyes gradually became unfocused. Her hands, which had been trying to push me away, began to grip my arms tightly. Her toes curled up, and she unconsciously let out moans and murmurs.
Her reaction told me that my mother had begun to accept my violation and defilement. She was enjoying the pleasure of being violated and penetrated by her son. No expression was more moving than the one on her face now. My whole body convulsed uncontrollably, every nerve rejoicing at her reaction. My mind and body reached the peak of orgasm simultaneously. My glans twitched, and a large amount of hot semen gushed out from my urethra, surging deep into my mother's uterus.
There was no moment more wonderful than ejaculating in my mother's uterus, the place where my father's seed had nurtured me. Now, this little sperm, grown into adulthood, returned to possess and enjoy this enchanting paradise. Then, in extreme excitement, I poured the essence of my incestuous offspring back into the place of my birth, possessing it and making it reproduce for me. While reveling in the pleasure of ejaculation, I was also gratified to let my mother enjoy the satisfaction of being filled with the semen of her own son.
"Hehe... Jack... come down... come down..." My mother, recovering from the excitement, breathed weakly.
No! I can't stop here! If I do, I'll be separated from this place forever. Even if Mom forgives me later, I can never be this intimate with her again. No! Absolutely not!
With this thought, my penis, which had just been fully released, immediately reawakened. Without even needing to pull it out to catch its breath, I straddled Mom and whipped her again, defiling my beloved mother once more.
This time, it lasted quite a long time. Mom, constantly being pounded and ravaged, gradually opened her heart in the pleasure of sexual ecstasy, and began to warmly welcome my service. She screamed in a daze, her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands grabbing wildly at my back. When I turned her over to change her position, she not only didn't try to escape, but obediently lay on the bed, raising her love-drenched buttocks high to welcome my magnificent penis.
Seeing Mom's lewd appearance, I felt an immense sense of accomplishment. I knew that at this moment, my mother had unreservedly accepted my affections, the pleasure she received from her son's sexual services, and willingly offered her body to him. I proudly raised my red-hot sword and inserted it into the sacred place where I was born from behind. Excitedly, I drove myself again, controlling and taming my high and mighty mother, making her willingly set aside her dignity and let her son, who had always been obedient to her, take over and dominate her body. Like an emperor, I pressed my mother, whom I usually respected and feared, onto the bed and thrust and played with her to my heart's content before injecting my essence again. Like a madman, I seized my mother and ejaculated again and again until the first light of dawn appeared, until I was exhausted and dizzy.
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dawn truly arrived, the thin rays of sunlight bathed the bed. I felt myself basking in the sunlight, radiating a blissful joy. That indescribable warmth and happiness emanated from the person beside me. Still half-asleep, I groped for the alluring woman beside me, but a cold hand ruthlessly pushed me away.
At that moment, I was fully awake, looking at her sleeping beside me.
Xiaoyu pulled the blanket over her chest, then glared at me with resentment.
2. [Xia Meng]
The so-called sweet and happy life is one where you don't have to make choices at major turning points in life, don't have to experience living alone, just drift through each day, occasionally agonizing over minor things like pimples or other trivial matters. That's what a sweet life is. After being with Xiaoyu, I fully understood this.
It's been three months since I had a relationship with Xiaoyu, all in a daze.
After that night, she ignored me completely, refusing to speak a word to me except for work-related matters. During this time, to beg for her forgiveness, I showered her with affection and was forced to tell her many lies, including "I've always really liked you" and "I hope you can be my girlfriend."
One night after more than a month of this cold war, Xiaoyu suddenly called me.
"I can accept you, but I'm warning you, you can't bully me anymore, you can't hurt me anymore, or I'll 'die for you to see'!" she said before hanging up.
After that, we were like any other couple, together all the time. Since my mother's death ten years ago, I've been relearning how to get along with people and live with others.
Although Xiaoyu often pretended to be indifferent to me on the surface, I could fully feel her love and care for me. Xiaoyu's dependence on me, her concern for me, made me reaffirm my own value.
Undoubtedly, I have feelings for her. I enjoy spending boring time with her. I like her thoughtfulness, her occasional playful teasing, stroking her face, and feeling her weight against my chest at night.
After being with her, I started to hate eating alone, watching movies alone, and waking up in the middle of the night to find myself all alone in the room.
However, I know very well in my heart that my feelings for Xiaoyu are neither liking nor love.
Of course, whether I like her or not isn't a big problem. I'm very content with my current life, and the only obstacle between us right now is that Xiaoyu really hates this ancestral home.
On her first day at my house, she noticed something strange about the four wind chimes hanging in the four corners outside.
"Jack, do you know that four wind chimes hanging outside are used to summon spirits or drive away wandering ghosts?"
"Oh? Really? My mother hung them up a long time ago, they've been here for over twenty years. Are they really used to summon spirits? Hehe, I'm not quite sure..." I stammered with a grin.
Xiaoyu often asked me to take them down, but of course I refused, because it would upset my mother.
Two weeks after Xiaoyu moved in, strange things started happening.
Xiaoyu complained to me that she often heard strange noises in the house, sometimes footsteps from upstairs or the sound of objects falling; sometimes things that were properly placed would mysteriously disappear and then be found again in inexplicable places, and so on.
Yesterday she told me, "Jack, I often have this feeling that there are more than just the two of us here."
"Don't overthink it. It's just that the suburbs are too deserted, that's why you have these feelings. I've lived here for thirty years and there's never been a problem, don't worry."
Even so, I was actually a little worried.
Mom, why are you bothering Xiaoyu? Are you jealous?
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"Mom, are you jealous?"
I twisted around my mother from behind, admiring the strange wrinkles at the corners of her eyes from the side, and breathed into her ear.
"What nonsense are you talking about? If you could bring home a girlfriend, I'd be free of trouble! I wouldn't need you, this troublesome child, bothering me all day!" My mother was still frying my favorite "hometown stuffed dace" on the stove, ignoring my sexual harassment.
"Oh? Really? Then we won't be able to 'make love' anymore~ Are you willing to let that happen?" I teased her earlobe with the tip of my nose.
Summer has arrived, and my mother's skin exudes the heat of summer. I savor it carefully.
"Hehe, thank goodness then. You never let me rest, it must be so tiring!" She still ignores me, even though I know her ears are very sensitive.
"That was just a classmate, she just came to borrow a book, don't worry about it. You know I love my mother the most." I start licking the back of her ear, swallowing a drop of sweat, tasting its salty flavor.
"Don't be naughty! If you ruin it, there won't be any tonight."
Seeing her start to dodge, I use the opportunity to grab her breasts from behind. In the summer, her clothes are thin, and I can clearly feel the prominent nipples under her shirt.
I whisper in her ear, "I can't wait until tonight, Mom, I'm hungry again..."
"Oh! Please! You only came once this morning, aren't you tired?" She turns to me and says.
“Newlyweds don’t know fatigue! And an ‘invincible iron man’ is even less likely to get tired!” I kissed her lips lightly. “This morning it was in your bedroom, now it’s in the kitchen, different ‘flavors’!”
“That’s just sophistry. Mom’s not going to run away, don’t hurt yourself.” She said this, but she couldn’t help but kiss me back.
“Mom is so tempting, how can I resist?” I turned off the stove, then rubbed her beautiful breasts while licking her smooth pink neck, then slowly kissed down to her buttocks.
Because of the summer heat, Mom’s lower body exuded a strong scent, which excited me even more. I couldn’t wait to lift her short skirt, take off her small panties, and forcefully enter her from behind.
“Ah! Hmm… Jack, not yet… I haven’t… Ah…”
Every time I saw her exposed and sticking out her plump buttocks towards me, I always felt that the Mom in front of me was incredibly lewd. I couldn’t care less, and I started to push forward, thrusting against Mom’s full and round buttocks.
"Ah...ah...you naughty...bad boy...ah...ah..."
My mother was so overwhelmed by my thrusts that she couldn't even speak. I became even more excited, thrusting with all my might, determined to open up her heart.
On that first night of our affair, I fucked my mother like a madman, again and again, unable to stop. After being fucked all night, she could no longer hide the joy she felt from her son's ministrations. Finally, she abandoned her maternal pride and warmly welcomed his favor.
For the next two days, we were like newlyweds, making love constantly with our clothes barely covering us. After we finished, we would rest for a while, then start again. When we were hungry, we would eat something, and after we were full, we would continue making love until I could no longer skip classes. Only then did we slow down a little, but we never missed a nightly encounter.
The past two weeks have been much the same.
"Hmm... Jack, are you really not going to use the condom I bought for you?"
"Oh, you can't spread your legs that wide... you almost tore Mommy apart!"
"Oh! Jack! You came inside again! How many times have I told you this will cause problems!"
"It's... it's here, ah! So... so comfortable... oh..."
Just thinking about the alluring moans my mother makes every day makes me weak all over again. Ignoring my trembling legs and the pain in my penis, even if I'm only half alive, I still try my best to climb on top of my mother and continue to dedicate the rest of my energy to her dazzling and beautiful body.
At this moment, although it was already past six in the afternoon, probably because it was summer, the intense sunlight still shone in from the window, clearly dividing everything into light and shadow.
At that moment, the mother, who had been being penetrated from behind, was forcibly pressed down to her knees. I shoved my thick, lust-covered penis into her mouth. Her eyes glazed over from her son's penetration, she instinctively swallowed it, then tenderly sucked on the male organ that had been growing inside her. Her mouth and tongue conveyed the warm, moist tenderness of her love for her son. I looked at our shadows cast on the wall by the setting sun—the elongated shadow of the mother kneeling before her son, her head connected to his genitals—and almost wept with emotion. The black and white light and shadow intertwined, creating the most wicked yet sacred beauty I had ever witnessed.
Perhaps
it was because of the countryside, but the summer night sky was exceptionally clear, filled with a dazzling array of stars. Constellations were arrayed everywhere. I looked up at the sky; a strong wind rustled the dense tree branches, creating shimmering, dazzling moonlight that rippled across the deep blue sky. In the bright, soft moonlight, the silhouettes of the trees formed an incredible mosaic pattern.
After dinner, my mother and I went to the small beach near the house to admire this dreamlike summer night sky.
"Mom…why…did you accept me as your son?" After the midday frenzy, I took the opportunity of our evening stroll on the small pebble beach to voice the question that had been nagging at me for the past two weeks.
My mother, who was playing barefoot in the water nearby, turned and looked at me expressionlessly. After a moment, a charming, crescent-moon-like smile returned to her face.
"Hmm... Jack, do you really think your mother is so foolish that she has never known your feelings for her?"
My heart suddenly started pounding, as if I had just realized that I had done something wrong in the past.
After a long silence, she said again, "Well... how should I put it? I've been struggling with this situation for a long time, not knowing how to handle it. Until that night, when I discovered you, you little rascal, had secretly entered my dreams while I was drunk, I gave up on thinking about ethics and right and wrong. Thinking about it was useless; everything was predetermined. In fact, from the moment you were born, my son has been the 'only person' in my entire life!"
"Mom..."
"Since it's destined that I and my son will depend on each other for life, what else can I do besides tolerate you, you little rascal?" She finished speaking and looked up at the stars in the sky.
I also looked back at the sky. The stars were scattered across the heavens, shifting and turning, seemingly foreshadowing our predetermined fate.
The wind blowing from the bay carried the scent of the tide, the waves were magnificent, and the moon had already rounded the left cape, softening the excessively bright starlight.
I slowly walked to my mother and tightly grasped her shoulders.
"Mom, everything is predestined. Just like you gave birth to me before you were married, it was meant for you to be my bride!"
Mom stared at me blankly.
"When I become a real man, capable of starting a family and supporting a wife and children, I will marry you. I want you to wear my first wedding dress, I want you to walk into a church for me for the first time, I want you to say 'I do' for me for the first time!"
"Jack..."
"Lingyin, please marry me?"
"…………"
I gazed into her eyes, seeing a strange, star-like brilliance in her pupils.
"Lingyin, will you marry me?"
Mom didn't answer, but the tears streaming down her face told me her heart.
At that moment, even the tide seemed to stand still for us. The sounds of summer insects, waves, wind, and frogs were all gone. The only sound was the lingering echo of the past. Mom and I shared a deep kiss on the deserted beach. From the taste of her tears and her trembling touch, I sensed the joy in her heart and her anticipation for our future happiness.
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"Thinking about your mother again?" Xiaoyu gently hugged me from behind.
"Mmm." Lost in beautiful memories, I was suddenly brought back to reality by Xiaoyu's words, and I felt a little angry.
We've known each other for two years and lived together for three months, and Xiaoyu is already quite bothered by my frequent daydreaming.
She slowly walked up to me, opened her eyes wide and looked at me: "If I died right now, would you miss me like you miss your mother?"
"A mother is a mother, and you are you. Can you compare them?!" I started to get angry at being questioned like that.
"Hey! Do you think you can compare yourself to my mother?!"
"Fine, I won't compare then. Do you need to get so angry? You know your mother is very important to you! Hmph!" Xiaoyu was intimidated by me, a little scared and a little displeased. After saying that, she immediately left.
"Xiaoyu, if you can't tolerate my mother, then this house can't tolerate you either."
Calming down, I realized I'd gone a little too far, and immediately went forward with a cheeky grin to apologize.
"Huh? You seem a little resentful. Did I offend you, beauty?"
"Hmph! How dare I? I'm nobody to you, how could I compare to your mother?"
She pretended to be angry and pushed me away. I seized the opportunity to tickle her armpits, and as she dodged and laughed, I pulled her into my arms.
"You're so cute even when you're angry, you're mesmerizing~" I kissed her left and right, her small fists that had been pounding on me quickly softening.
After the passionate kisses, Xiaoyu nestled in my arms like a kitten, her hands gently caressing my face as if cherishing an antique.
“I know… I do know. I know that ‘I love you’ is more than ‘you love me.’ I know perfectly well that in your heart, I’m not as important as your mother. But I’m warning you, you can’t show this when you’re with me. Even if it’s true, don’t make me feel that I’m not as important as other women in your heart.” She pouted.
“I’ve relied on my mother since I was little, you should understand that. Besides, she’s my mother, not someone else.”
“Not even my mother! I know I’m petty, but it just won’t do… Even if it’s my mother… in my heart, that’s still an affair…” Her little mouth pouted longer and longer, almost kissing me.
At this moment, Xiaoyu in front of me was so young, so weak. Her heart was far weaker than I had imagined. I looked into her eyes. Xiaoyu’s eyes were different from my mother’s star-like pupils. Her eyes were like a deep blue, silent little spring, behind a wall untouched by the wind, a lifeless stillness without ripples. There stood a lonely life, burdened by countless sorrows, barely clinging to life, so fragile, so alone.
A sudden pang of pain shot through my heart.
"Yes! I promise you, my heart belongs only to Xiaoyu!"
Xiaoyu was somewhat excited upon hearing this, kissing me passionately. I responded passionately, but I couldn't concentrate.
I was still guilty about the lie I had just told.
"Ouch! Xiaoyu, what are you doing?"
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my lower body. Taking advantage of my distraction, Xiaoyu pulled down my pants and bit me!
"Wow~ Are you trying to murder your husband?!"
"Hmph! Who told you not to concentrate? I'm warning you, if you don't love me seriously again, I will definitely murder my husband! I'll poison you!"
"Ouch! My lord warns me an average of 3.5 to 7 times a day, I can't remember it all, do you have a booklet or something for me to memorize?" I gently stroked my poor penis.
"We'll do it tomorrow, now I want you to focus on loving me!"
"No, my little brother was just scared and is curled up, you need to take care of him quickly!"
Xiaoyu glared at me, then lowered her head and gently licked my drooping penis with her warm tongue.
Xiaoyu never liked to use her mouth to serve me, saying it was ugly there. Tonight, maybe she was in a good mood, or maybe she was apologizing for her impulsiveness earlier.
"Hehe! So good, so comfortable, come on! I'll serve you too, kiss my little sister!"
"No! Don't!" Xiaoyu was most afraid of oral sex because she was too sensitive to it. If her private parts were kissed for a while, she would become wanton and even lose her mind.
I wanted to punish this little devil, so I forcibly pressed her to the ground, spread her legs, and took a big bite!
"No... Ah! ~ Ah! No..."
While I quickly licked her little flesh, I inserted two fingers into her immediately wet vagina and thrust in and out desperately.
"No... Ah~ Ah ah
...
The frenzied assault lasted for two minutes. Fearing Xiaoyu would collapse from exhaustion, I called it a day. My tongue and two fingers left her body, and her body, which had almost formed an arch, immediately curled up like a snapped rubber band, her lower abdomen convulsing and trembling.
I dragged the limp Xiaoyu off the balcony.
"Hehe...hehe...ah! Where are we going? No, don't..." Although she didn't want to, her body was completely powerless to resist.
"Hehe...don't you know there are men who like to humiliate their girlfriends? You've met the wrong man! Hehe..."
"No...if someone sees...it's not good...no..."
I didn't care. Who would see us in this desolate wilderness? I picked up the weak Xiaoyu and hung her on the balcony railing, lifted one of her legs, and thrust in hard again.
"Ah!" (Ah! ~ Ah! ~ Ah! ~ Ah! ~)
Xiaoyu's cries echoed in the empty wilderness.
So exciting! I wanted everyone nearby to hear Xiaoyu's moans, so I immediately began thrusting with all my might.
"Ah...ah...ah, ah! No, the light's on in the little house next door! Someone heard it, ah..."
I put Xiaoyu down, and she meant I was letting her go, collapsing to the ground panting. But then I grabbed her and pressed her against the railing, entering her from behind again.
"No...ah~ ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah..." I thrust rapidly and frequently, not letting her speak.
The summer night was still very hot, and Xiaoyu and I were both drenched in sweat. I suddenly felt that the sticky sweat seemed to fatefully bind us two people burdened by past pain together. The loneliness I felt in Xiaoyu's eyes, I also felt.
Excitedly, I pressed myself tightly against Xiaoyu from behind, one hand grasping and kneading her full breasts, the other reaching to Xiaoyu's face, letting her suck on my fingers, while I kept licking the beads of sweat on her back.
I believe that in the eyes of our neighbors, Xiaoyu and I seemed to merge into one under the moonlight, our bodies and souls becoming one.
In this dreamlike summer night, I poured my sperm into Xiaoyu's body, burying a part of myself deep within her flesh and soul.
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After the passion subsided, Xiaoyu and I lingered in bed.
"Tonight was crazy! I wish we could do this again!" Her breasts pressed against my chest, her fingers playing with my dying penis.
"I won't be this wild again. I almost couldn't take it. I'm thirty now, I can't do this often." Five minutes had passed since we finished, but I was still panting.
"But it was really exciting! It felt like I was flying. It's an experience I've never had before, I'll cherish it." "
Exciting as it may be, don't bite! Something that stretches so violently is hard to heal if it breaks. It'll be a loss if you can't do it for a long time!"
"Aren't you usually an iron man?" She climbed on top of me, gazing at me, blinking repeatedly.
"It hasn't been long since I was an Iron Man~"
"Hmm, are you feeling unwell? You weren't this easily swayed before."
"Likewise, it's been about the same lately. When have I ever tried to be strong in front of you?"
"When I was young, I could do it five or six times a night, and I even called myself 'Invincible Iron Man'! I can't believe I'm so weak now! Haha..."
Hmm? "Invincible Iron Man"? Wasn't that the nickname I used to use to brag to my mother?
"Xiaoyu, how do you know I used to call myself 'Invincible Iron Man'?"
I questioned her seriously. Xiaoyu's face was so close, and the light shining from her pupils gave me a strange feeling. A pressing silence filled the room, and a deep chill crept in.
Those weren't the eyes of the Xiaoyu I had seen before!
"You...who are you?"
Xiaoyu didn't answer me. She just smiled slightly, then slowly got out of bed, walked naked to the balcony, leaned against the railing, and quietly looked into the distance.
"Hmm...why is it so quiet tonight? Complete silence, no insects chirping, no waves crashing, no wind, no frogs croaking..." She finished speaking and turned to look at me.
Driven by her words, I listened intently. Outside the window, all was quiet; indeed, there were no insects chirping, no waves crashing, only the faint sound of wind chimes.
Only the sound of wind chimes...
My blood boiled, and I uncontrollably stepped forward and embraced her.
"Xiaoyu, will you...will you marry me?"
3. [Autumn Frost]
When I was eight years old, my maternal grandfather, with whom I lived, passed away from lung cancer.
On the morning of the seventh day after his death, I discovered four wind chimes suddenly appearing in the four corners of the ancestral house.
They were four identical golden bronze wind chimes, somewhat resembling the traditional hexagonal pagoda style, but simplified, only having one layer at the top. They lacked the traditional gaudiness. The bell part below the top was a long, rectangular golden bronze piece engraved with a single character. The engravings on the four wind chimes were different; being young, I didn't understand these characters and was completely baffled.
"Mom! Mom!" I called out loudly from outside the door.
"Jack, what's wrong?" Mom came out of the house to see me.
"Mom, why are there wind chimes in all four corners outside? Did you hang them?"
"Well... Jack, the wind chimes are to summon Grandpa. The master who performed the ritual for Grandpa said that he can be guided home by the sound of the chimes. As long as you hear the chimes ringing, it means Grandpa has come home." Mom frowned, her eyes crinkling with strange creases, and smiled as she sat on the stone steps in front of the door. She picked me up and placed me on her lap, and together we gazed at the receding tide in the bay beside our ancestral home, enjoying the cool air.
After a long while, Mom gently stroked my hair and said to me, "Well... Jack, if Grandpa really comes back, will you be scared?"
"How could I!? Grandpa is the closest person to me, and... he loves me so much..." Thinking of all that my grandfather had done, I couldn't help but sob a little.
“Jack, don’t be like that. Grandpa doesn’t want us to be depressed all the time because of him. Come on! Cheer up!”
I wiped my eyes with my little hand, looking for something else to talk about: “Hmm! Mom, what do the different words on the wind chimes mean?”
“Hmm…Jack, the wind chimes have the words for spring, summer, autumn, and winter on them. The sorcerer told me that when the wind blows through all four wind chimes, it represents a cycle of the seasons of life, signifying the end of a journey, or a person’s life. Mom thought it was very interesting, so she bought them to summon Grandpa.” Mom kept looking at the seaside, lost in thought, without looking at me.
“Wind chimes, wind chimes, is that the ‘bell’ in Mom’s name, Fu Lingyin?”
“Yes!”
“Then I’ll treat the four wind chimes as Mom, and cherish them as I cherish you!”
Hearing my words, Mom just smiled at me without answering. Her smile was like a distant view, her eyes gazing into the distance, wavering uncertainly.
“Mom.”
“Hmm?”
“Even if there’s no grandfather, no father, and no one else to love Mom, it doesn’t matter. Jack will love Mom forever, in place of everyone else!”
“Hey, silly child…” A gentle breeze ruffled the hair covering her face, revealing her uneasy expression.
“Mom, are there really ghosts in this world?”
“Hmm… Jack, there really are ghosts and the underworld, but we don’t usually encounter them. They only appear before us when we are pessimistic, depressed, lifeless, or close to death. Hmm… that’s what I think…”
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Unbeknownst to many, a confusing yet captivating summer has passed. Looking up at the sky, there isn’t a single cloud, only an endless expanse of clear blue skies that transitions from light blue to deep blue. The cloudless blue sky, the scent of the wind, the hues of the sunlight, and the feel of the skin all tell of the arrival of autumn.
In the thirtieth autumn of my life, I unexpectedly fell into an inescapable vortex, suddenly finding myself entangled in a relationship with a middle-aged woman, a passionate and complicated affair.
That woman was Xiaoyu's mother, her name was Xiaoxue.
Daughter Xiaoyu, mother Xiaoxue—a name combination as peculiar as a novel.
I learned from Xiaoyu early on that her father had died young, and she had a mother she didn't live with. Xiaoyu rarely mentioned her mother, making me feel that the relationship between the two mothers and daughters wasn't very good.
A widowed mother had raised her daughter with great difficulty, and the two were inseparable; why their relationship was strained? I was always interested to know, but seeing that Xiaoyu wouldn't say, I didn't dare to ask further.
Three months after Xiaoyu accepted my marriage proposal, she finally agreed to introduce her mother, Xiaoxue, to me, her future son-in-law.
Xiaoxue was born in the same year as my mother, and was forty-nine years old this year. Basically, she was a completely different type of woman from my mother and even Xiaoyu. My mother is composed and dignified, dressed simply, often giving the impression of living in a world apart from others; Xiaoyu is a typical beautiful young woman, petite, with a fragile yet stubborn personality, making her endearing; as for Xiaoxue, my impression of her can be summed up in one word—cheap!
Although she is nearly fifty, Xiaoxue looks like she's only around forty, and her attire is impeccable, her makeup neither too heavy nor too light, her slightly wavy long hair exuding mature charm, and her exquisitely curvaceous and full figure, paired with a dignified yet subtly alluring suit that perfectly showcases her curves, gives her the air of a noble mature woman.
While her appearance is not offensive, Xiaoxue's allure and charm are subtly seductive to the core; her demeanor, her posture, her attire—everything about her exudes a seductive aura. To put it bluntly, Xiaoxue knows how to attract men's attention while maintaining a demure image, or perhaps she knows how to use her looks and attractiveness to ignite men's lust.
This could be her deliberate attempt to seduce others, or it could be an unconscious aura she exudes, or even the natural seductive charm that comes from years of training in a woman raised surrounded by men.
Whatever her motives, intentional or unintentional, my first impression of Xiaoxue upon our first meeting—every flirtatious glance, every gesture—made me think: This woman is shameless! She's using every trick in the book to seduce the men around her!
"Jack, why were you staring at my mother like that?" Xiaoyu coldly questioned me on the way home after our first meeting.
"...Nothing...I just thought my future mother-in-law was very charming," I replied truthfully.
"…………"
"Xiaoyu?"
"...I shouldn't have introduced her to you…" she muttered to herself.
"What did you say?"
"Jack, I'm warning you, don't have any fantasies about my mother!" she puffed out her cheeks, her tone stern.
"What nonsense are you talking about? She's your mother, how could I…" I said, somewhat timidly, as I spoke against my will.
"Anyway, it's enough to know this person; there's no need to keep in touch." Xiaoyu spoke without looking at me, staring into the air.
I didn't press further, but Xiaoyu's words only piqued my interest in her mother.
Two days later, Xiaoxue asked me to meet her alone, stating that I shouldn't tell Xiaoyu. I reluctantly agreed.
We met at a bar in Tsim Sha Tsui. Xiaoxue's attire wasn't as formal as the last time we met. She wore a royal blue cotton shirt under a light purple wool coat, and a dark blue skirt. Small earrings shimmered in her ears, and she appeared quite dignified. However, the coat seemed a size too small; with all the buttons fastened, her full, curvaceous figure was clearly revealed, giving the impression of her clothes almost bursting. Xiaoxue's breasts were incredibly beautiful, making it hard for me to breathe. Any man would find it impossible not to have fantasies in front of a woman like that.
We sat down, and I ordered a shot of whiskey, while Xiaoxue ordered a Bloody Mary. When the waiter brought the drinks, he tried to peek down at what was beneath the woman's collar, but of course, he failed. "If it were so easy for you to see, it wouldn't be pleasant," he thought, "a woman like that knows that perfectly well. "
Xiaoxue clearly knew the waiter was trying to take advantage of her, yet she smiled at him nonchalantly.
Xiaoxue's open and alluring demeanor stirred something within me, and the air in my chest suddenly felt heavy.
"So shameless! Why do you women like to seduce men so much?"
"Isn't having me enough?!"
"Jack, I'm sorry, it's so late, and I had to ask you out alone, and I had to keep it a secret from Xiaoyu." She casually gave me a flirtatious look.
"It's okay, I don't like sleeping in. Xiaoyu also has dinner plans with friends tonight. Um… is there something you need?" I felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze.
“It’s nothing really…it’s just that we’ll be family soon, and I think we should get to know each other better. I also wanted to tell you about Xiaoyu and me.” She toyed with her wine glass with her fingers, exuding an alluring charm.
“What did you say? I’m sorry, it’s noisy here.” Besides feeling unsettled, it really was noisy and crowded.
I saw a man passing by behind Xiaoxue nudge her twice, but she didn’t seem to care, as if she was used to being groped by the men around her.
“It’s really noisy here, not easy to talk. My house is nearby, why don’t we talk at my place?”
“…………”
I wanted to refuse, but my brain wouldn’t cooperate, and I followed her in a daze. Xiaoxue’s boudoir was indeed just two streets away. As soon as I got home, the room was filled with a sweet fragrance, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. As soon as
Xiaoxue got home, she took off her tight coat, revealing a slightly loose sweater underneath. Her dark lace bra was clearly visible through the sweater, and seeing it made my breathing quicken.
Without asking any questions, she went to the small bar next to the gate, poured two glasses of brandy, handed one to me, and then plopped down next to me.
“Auntie…”
“Don’t be shy, just call me Xiaoxue.”
“Xiao…Xiaoxue.”
Xiaoxue's eyebrows were exactly the same length as her daughter's, and her nose was straight and elegant. She sat quite close, and her fragrant breath brushed against my face, causing me to have an unexpected physical reaction.
"Jack, I'm so glad you can talk to me. In the past two years, I haven't even had a proper conversation with Xiaoyu. I'm really happy to be able to talk to my future son tonight." She placed her hand on my thigh.
"Son...son?...I'm your...son?"
I downed the entire glass of brandy.
"Okay! Let's get serious. Did Xiaoyu tell you about what happened two years ago?" she asked, a little embarrassed.
What brand of perfume is this? It smells so good! I couldn't concentrate.
"Well...I think there's a little."
"Back then...ah! It was my fault as a mother! I shouldn't have been unable to control myself from seeing him!" Her voice was a little mournful as Xiaoxue lowered her head, her fragrant hair brushing against my nose.
"...shouldn't have...seen him?" Perhaps it was the brandy mixed with whiskey, but I felt a little dizzy.
"Dating? Mom, who are you dating?"
"I was momentarily infatuated and accepted that man," Xiaoxue said softly.
"I was momentarily infatuated and accepted that man," Mom said softly. "
Mom..." A little dazed, I wasn't quite sure if the woman in front of me was Xiaoxue or my mother.
"Hmm? Jack, what did you call me?" She looked a little confused, widening her eyes and leaning closer. The woman's expression and demeanor were undeniably extremely alluring to me.
Something was gathering in my heart, constantly stirring up trouble. I wanted to resist this force, yet I felt myself being pushed forward by it against my will.
"Mom... then are you willing to accept me?"
"Jack..." Her eyes sparkled.
In a daze, our lips met.
It seemed like a child's play, but that's how reality is. The battles between men and women never need too many words or plots. As people grow older and gain more experience, they can tell what a woman is thinking just by looking at her eyes. The woman in front of me desperately craved a man; she was doing her best to seduce the men around her. I knew she was willing to sleep with me.
And I, too, had always been thirsting for a mother's love and comfort.
We were both experienced adults, and we both knew what the other needed. No more words, no more demands; a single glance was enough.
In an instant, our two wet, hot tongues were intertwined. I couldn't wait to grab her beautiful, voluptuous breasts. Her breasts were a little loose, but they were so large and felt amazing.
Her hands weren't idle either; they skillfully caressed my burning genitals through my clothes, and after a while, she automatically unbuttoned her shirt.
As mentioned before, Xiaoxue always knew how to put herself in the most seductive and alluring state. She didn't strip completely naked, but simply lifted her top, revealing her large breasts at the front of her bra, making them stand firmer and more prominent. She didn't remove her stockings and thong, only pulling up her skirt and tearing a small opening in the stockings so I could reach inside and touch the dark, tender flesh peeking out from the edge of her thong. She
was so skilled, so incredibly sexy; at this moment, no man could resist the woman before him.
I continuously sucked and licked her alluring areolas, teasing the beautiful flesh peeking out from between her mysterious folds with my fingers. Xiaoxue tilted her head back and thrust her hips forward, looking very pleased.
Suddenly, I forcefully pinched her nipples, and Xiaoxue cried out in pain.
"Mom…why are you so shameless!?"
"…What did you say?"
"I'm asking you why you're so shameless? Isn't one me enough? Why do you have to seduce other men?"
"…Jack! Are you drunk?" She looked at me with a puzzled expression.
I slapped her across the face!
"You slut! Why are you so promiscuous? Getting pregnant before marriage! Now that you have my son, isn't that enough? You're still seducing other men! Tell me! Why can you be so shameless!?" I, already out of my mind, grabbed her hands and shook them violently.
"Jack, what did you say? I don't understand! Let me go! Let me go!" Xiaoxue was terrified, and I shook her so hard that she felt dizzy and saw stars. She could only beg for mercy.
"You won't answer me!? I'll beat you to death, you slut!!!"
I slapped her again with all my might!
She fell against the wall, dazed and unable to get up.
I straddled her, violently tearing open her shirt and bra, revealing her slightly sagging, large, snow-white breasts, which spread outwards.
"Slut! You belong to me! No other man is allowed to touch you! You belong to me!" "
I grabbed her large breasts with both hands, kneading and squeezing them wildly, then squeezed them tightly, the slippery flesh spilling out between my fingers.
'...Yes...I'm a slut...son...so...so good...come...I belong only to you...come...' she cried out in a daze, echoing my wanton calls.
Her attitude excited me even more, and I frantically tore through her alluring stockings and thong, thrusting my long-erect penis into her vagina.
'Ah! Jack, it...it hurts so much~~~' Her most tender part was suddenly penetrated, and she screamed in agony.
'I'll fuck you to death! You slut who's been with everyone! I'll fuck you to death!'
'Ah! Son...Jack, no...no...I'm a slut...so...so good...come...deeper...' her lower body was being frantically thrust into, and she let out wanton moans in a daze.
'I'll fuck you to death! You slut who's been with everyone! I'll fuck you to death!' " "I thrust in and out with all my might, frantically and rapidly.
'Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...' She was in so much pain she couldn't even speak.
After hundreds of wild thrusts, I turned her over and entered her from behind, slapping her buttocks and pinching her nipples as I fucked her. Unable to resist, she screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
I flipped her over and over, repeatedly raping and abusing her. She was tortured until she fainted, then woke up in pain, only to be fucked unconscious again.
In this frenzied abuse, I felt the same unbearable pleasure I had when I raped my mother years ago, while simultaneously recalling that painful memory..."
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The summer of my nineteenth year gradually faded away, accompanied by my love for my mother and my physical indulgence. When I was at home with my mother, when I was dozing off in the classroom in the morning, when I was dreaming while hugging my pillow at night, I would often savor the scent of my mother's body, the smell of sweat after vigorous exercise in the hot summer, and the lewdness that emanated from her.
After months of frenzied sex, Mom seemed to be struggling to keep up. She often made excuses to go out and avoid me, which only fueled my desire. In the mornings, I'd daydream in class, but the moment the bell rang in the afternoon, I'd spring into action, rushing home to see if she could avoid me every day.
I ran home full of anticipation, only to find a pair of men's leather shoes at the door. Huh? Was Dad here? Had that man come to see Mom this afternoon?
I went to the living room, and there was Mom and him writhing on the sofa.
But unexpectedly, the man wasn't Dad.
The man on top of Mom wasn't Dad! The scene
before me was completely beyond my comprehension, utterly unbelievable! Mom's shirt was up, her lower body naked, her legs spread wide on the sofa where she often napped in the living room. A slightly balding, obese middle-aged man was on top of her, his tongue in her mouth while he forcefully thrust his ugly penis into her genitals, making lewd "plop plop" sounds.
My mother showed no sign of struggle or resistance. She simply closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting the man taste her tongue and mouth.
For a moment, my blood seemed to freeze; I was paralyzed, frozen in place, like a fossil, watching my beloved mother being defiled by another man before my very eyes.
Mother, please tell me you were forced! Please tell me you didn't want to!
But my mother's face remained expressionless, utterly expressionless!
Snapping out of my momentary daze, I was about to rush in and kill the beast who raped my mother…
“Lingyin, did I make you feel good?”
“Mmm…so good…”
my mother said languidly, clearly enjoying the man's ministrations!
I was stunned! I couldn't believe my ears. My mother was willing! My mother willingly allowed another man to possess and enjoy her body, and she even said she enjoyed it!
I was completely exhausted and collapsed to the ground. The pure, goddess-like image of my mother that I had held for so long vanished. It turned out that she was nothing but a wanton, shameless woman in private. All that talk of her suffering for me, of her complete sacrifice for her son, was just wishful thinking on my part.
She was a shameless woman who willingly became a mistress, a single mother, committed incest with her son for lust, and wasn't satisfied even with two men serving her, always wanting to seduce other men!
"Lingyin, your breasts are so big and smooth, I love them! Come on! Let me have some more."
"Mmm..."
The man lowered his head and suckled on the nipple that my mother had always thought was exclusively mine. My mother couldn't help but moan in response as she was being tasted.
Was she enjoying it? Mom, were you really enjoying it? Even more than I was?
I felt like I had been struck by lightning. A deep, bitter feeling surged through me. The thought of giving my mother happiness, the thought of giving her pleasure, was all a lie. It was just a facade this woman used to coax me.
"Hehe... I'm coming... Rin... shoot inside... okay?"
"Okay! Ah... shoot... shoot inside... ah! You must shoot inside..." Mom held him tightly, refusing to let go.
Mom, you actually want him to ejaculate inside you!? You always complain that I don't listen to you and vent inside, that I can't do that, but others can!? You don't want my child, but you're willing to have another's child!?
What do you take me for? What do you think you are?
"You slut! What are you doing!?" Unable to bear it any longer, I rushed in like a volcano erupting.
The man was startled by my sudden appearance at the crucial moment and quickly pulled out his penis, a large amount of semen spraying in mid-air, splashing onto Mom's face and body.
"...Ji...ji..." Mom, covered in semen, stared blankly at me, her face showing unbearable shame and terror.
The man didn't even put on his clothes, grabbed whatever was on the ground and ran out naked. I ignored him, just walked towards Mom expressionlessly.
"Mom...why are you so shameless!?"
"Jack...you...say...me...what...?" Mom was incredulous, staring at me with a pained expression, as if she'd suffered a great blow.
"I'm asking why you're so shameless?"
"It's Mom's fault...I was momentarily infatuated and accepted that man." Under her son's cold, disdainful gaze, Mom lowered her head in extreme shame and spoke softly.
I slapped her left cheek!
"...Jack, you..." The sudden slap made Mom touch her swollen cheek, tears streaming down her face.
"Isn't one enough? Why did you have to seduce other men?" I remained expressionless.
Mom was utterly ashamed.
"Jack, listen to me..."
Another slap landed on her right cheek!
Mom was knocked against the wall, disoriented and unable to get up.
“You slut! Why are you so promiscuous? You got pregnant before you were even married! Now you have me as your son and that's not enough, you're still seducing other men! Tell me! Why can you be so shameless?” I grabbed my mother and shook her violently.
“…Ji…Ji…” My mother, dizzy and disoriented, didn't even have a chance to explain.
I straddled my mother, violently tearing open her shirt and bra, frantically kneading her breasts, then sucking and licking them incessantly.
These breasts belong to me, I won't allow anyone else to play with them!
“Slut! You belong to me! No other man is allowed to touch you! You belong to me!”
Seeing my mother covered in other men's semen, lying filthy in front of me, a deep soreness and pain rose in my chest from jealousy. I lost my mind, completely losing my reason, and forcefully pulled out my equally enraged penis, thrusting it hard into the slut's body before me.
“…Ah…Ji…No…” My mother, her consciousness hazy, struggled weakly and helplessly.
I ignored her and continued my frenzied thrusting. My mother's cunt can only bear my seed. I won't allow you, you bitch, to breed with anyone else. I want you to be pregnant with my child! I want you to give birth to my child!
Throughout the night, in my frenzy, I held my mother tightly, ejaculating repeatedly. I wanted to get her pregnant, I wanted her to bear my child!
After that day, I raped my mother every day, planting my seed in her womb every day. I couldn't let her have time to breed with anyone else.
During this time, I also constantly beat her. During the rapes, I repeatedly slapped her, pinched her nipples, and thrust my fingers into her genitals, all while hurling vulgar insults.
My mother remained silent throughout. Every time I raped and humiliated her, she would simply turn her face away, remaining silent no matter how I insulted or abused her, letting me trample on her.
Seeing this, my heart ached terribly.
Each time she was raped, I watched my mother's stubborn profile. She didn't explain, didn't beg for mercy, didn't cry out. She silently endured it like a dead person. It hurt my heart so much.
Mom, why don't you run away? Why don't you fight back? I'll beat you to death! I beg you to shout, I beg you to call the police, I really will beat you to death if this continues!
But no matter how I humiliated her, both mentally and physically, Mom remained silent, as if her heart was dead, and no matter what I did to her, it didn't matter anymore.
Mom's attitude filled me with endless guilt and shame, which only made me beat her harder. The more I beat her, the less she resisted, and the less she resisted, the more frantically I beat her.
Until one day, when I came home from school, I found Mom lying unconscious on the living room floor, blood flowing continuously from her lower body, staining a large area of the floor red. Only then did I notice that Mom's lower abdomen was slightly swollen; she was pregnant!
Mom... Mom, get up! Don't die, I don't want you to die... Please get up!
Don't joke around! Mom, don't play with your son, please get up, we can be like before... no! Even better than before! As long as you get up, I'll do anything!
Mom, I was wrong! "You can have boyfriends, you can like whatever you want, just don't die! Come on! Get up! If you're going to die, let your son die in your place! Get up!"
No matter how I called out or cried, Mom didn't respond, she wasn't breathing. My mom, the most important mom in my life, she's never coming up again.
No! Mom! No…
…whoosh!!
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"Remember anything?"
Xiaoxue, smoking her "after-sex cigarette," asked me from the side.
"No, nothing."
"But you're crying…" She pointed slightly to the corner of my eye with the hand holding the cigarette.
"Crying?…No, no…" I quickly wiped my eye.
"Hey!" Xiaoxue seemed a little unimpressed by me, taking a deep drag of her cigarette, her smoking posture still so charming.
*Sigh*
"Hey… I originally asked you out tonight to talk to you, to make sure you didn't hurt Xiaoyu again, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this again. Sigh~"
"What, don't hurt Xiaoyu?" I was a little taken aback.
"As expected! You really didn't know, otherwise you wouldn't be like this tonight." Xiaoxue looked at the white smoke she exhaled and smiled coldly.
I waited quietly for her to continue.
"Xiaoyu attempted suicide two years ago."
I was stunned.
Xiaoyu attempted suicide two years ago? How come I knew nothing about it, and didn't notice anything at all?
"Xiaoyu attempted suicide? She… she only told me that she had an affair with a married man two years ago, and that man was two-timing her…" I didn't know what to say. "She's
only half right. Xiaoyu didn't have an affair with a married man, but rather her boyfriend at the time fell in love with me and started an affair with me."
I was dumbfounded, my head was spinning, and I couldn't understand the situation at all. A mother and daughter and a man? What exactly happened?
After a moment of silence, Xiaoxue continued, "Actually, I didn't want this to happen. I really don't understand why it turned out this way. Yes, I know I'm attractive. I've known this advantage since I was little. Men surround me, fawning over me and making advances, and I enjoy being surrounded by them. But I don't understand why this is happening. I haven't done anything wrong. I haven't deliberately attracted anyone or made them treat me well. Although I enjoy it, I also feel innocent! I like being with men, I like being loved, but I just accept it. I haven't done anything."
I completely understood what she was saying. Everyone around her understood, except for her. But I wasn't interested in knowing. I was only concerned about Xiaoyu.
“My love life has always been colorful. I’ve had many boyfriends. No matter how much I tried to avoid it, there were always a bunch of men circling around me. Xiaoyu has known this since we were little and didn’t have any objections. But two years ago, Xiaoyu introduced me to her doctor boyfriend, and that man started pursuing me behind Xiaoyu’s back. At first, I kept refusing, but I couldn’t resist the stimulation that young men gave me. It was like going back to my youth. In the end, I still couldn’t harden my heart and be decisive with him. I didn’t want to.”
“What happened to Xiaoyu later?” I wanted to get to the point and didn’t want to hear her story anymore.
“Yes, I believe you know that Xiaoyu has always been very emotionally unstable. She found me in bed with her man, but she didn’t react immediately. She just quietly left and went to her doctor boyfriend’s clinic to get some kind of medicine. While her boyfriend and I were having sex, she went home and committed suicide by poisoning herself.”
Xiaoxue took a drag of her cigarette after she finished speaking and then continued.
"Luckily, the clinic nurse informed her boyfriend, and Xiaoyu was rushed to the hospital in time, miraculously surviving. After that, she left that man, and she left me too. Only recently did Xiaoyu contact me again, telling me she's getting married soon and doesn't want to talk about the past anymore. I asked you out tonight to tell you about Xiaoyu's past, to tell you to cherish and love her, but… sigh! Fate~"
"Fate?"
"It's not my fault at all! I didn't do anything. You men always have ulterior motives towards me, what can I do? What else can I do but wait for fate?" She stared blankly out the window with an innocent expression.
At that moment, I said I wanted to go home early to see Xiaoyu, and then I hurriedly left. I didn't want to talk to this woman anymore.
I drove home on the windswept highway. Under the starlight, I was the only one driving silently. The desolate city streets at night gave me a pitiful, dying feeling. The cold wind made my face burn; I felt terribly sad.
Looking out the car window, the streets at two in the morning looked ugly and filthy, filled with the shadows of decay, including myself, like a dark shadow on a street corner, etched into the deepest darkness of my heart.
Back home, I found Xiaoyu huddled alone in a corner of the living room, shivering and motionless as if frozen, her eyes staring blankly into the void with utter terror.
I was shocked and immediately rushed to check on her.
"Xiaoyu, what's wrong? What happened?"
"...I...I saw..." Xiaoyu's body was stiff and convulsing, even her teeth were chattering.
"Xiaoyu, don't be afraid, tell me, what did you see?" Not knowing what to do, I hugged her tightly.
"In...this house...she...appeared...in front of...me..."
"Her? Did you...see...my mother...?" I asked her tentatively, very nervously.
"...No...it wasn't...your...mother..."
"Not my mother?"
"I...saw...a...little...girl..."
A little...girl! 4.
[Winter Warmth]
I am Guo Jike, thirty years old.
I grew up in a single-parent family. My mother was an unwed mother who fell in love with her boss, who was ten years older than her, in her first year of work at nineteen. She only discovered he was married after she became pregnant, and with no other choice, she became his mistress.
As a child, I was a lonely and introverted boy, growing up amidst the ridicule and sarcasm of others. Why were other families happy with parents, brothers, and sisters, while I was left with only a mother who was constantly pointed at by the neighbors and an elderly grandfather to rely on? I didn't understand at all.
"Jack, why do I never see your father? Don't you have a father?" my neighbor Xiaoyi asked me.
How should I know!
"Jack's here! Jack, Jack! 'Jack, the orphan born of a mother but without a father'—" Xiaozhi and Xiaoming at the village entrance often mocked me like that.
I'm not! I'm not! I have a father!
I hate everyone around me. I want to rebel against the shackles imposed on me by society, but it's useless. Every time I rebel, the result is either more ruthless exclusion or being excessively flattered.
"Hmm... Jack, be good! Don't cry, don't be afraid, Mommy's here!" Every time Mommy saw me come home with red eyes, like a lost dog, she would give me a comforting hug.
Unlike other mothers who would scold their sons for their injuries without knowing why, my mother was different. There was no scolding, no questioning, just a simple, loving hug.
Seeing the strange wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, as if she could see through her deep empathy for her son, I realized that I wasn't without anything. I had always possessed a treasure that others couldn't have, and the one holding me tightly before me was my entire life. Suddenly, I felt I had grown up, and it became easier for me to survive.
From then on, I didn't care what others thought of me; their ridicule, insults, and discrimination were all irrelevant to me. Don't cry, don't be afraid, no matter what terrible things happened, as long as I came home, in this old, dilapidated ancestral house that made others frown, Mommy was always waiting for me to return.
When I was eight years old, my maternal grandfather passed away.
A week before his death, my ailing grandfather said to me, "Jack, Grandpa is going to a very, very far place. My biggest worry is your mother. Jack is all grown up now! From now on, you are the head of the family, you are Mom's man. Take good care of her and protect her!"
Grandpa, don't worry, I will always love Mom, and I will never let anyone hurt her again!
Eleven years later, Mom passed away in my arms. She left me to reunite with my grandfather.
The coroner's report said that Mom died from a sudden miscarriage, but I know very well that Mom died because of me.
After that, time in this ancestral house stopped.
It felt as if a hole had been stabbed in my chest; an unbearable emptiness haunted me. In reality, Mom no longer existed. In this world, there was no one left to live with me, no one left to empathize with me. The people who gave me the motivation to live were all gone. All my closest relatives had left me one after another, leaving me only in an endless, lonely life, with nowhere to go in the end.
Life and death, joy and sorrow, passed by in a mere six months. In the long days that followed, my life felt like it had lost its taste; I couldn't experience anything. Time seemed unchanged, the things around me remained the same, and I couldn't distinguish between good and evil, between my own likes and dislikes.
With each changing season, the distance between me and the dead grew ever greater.
I drifted through the years like a lost soul, unable to make a living, unable to truly love anyone, unable to feel love again, aimlessly wandering with nowhere to go.
And so, I quietly spent the years in this timeless, lifeless dilapidated house, accepting a life of solitude. Gradually, I lost the ability to discern whether the scenery before me was the present or the past. I began to stare at things and meditate, talking to myself. The house was deathly silent, save for the intermittent sound of the wind chimes.
Then it suddenly dawned on me that I wasn't alone in this dilapidated house; I clearly sensed that something else existed there.
I can't explain it properly in words, but I just know that there really is something else in this old, dilapidated house that's been around for decades!
Whenever I close my eyes, I hear the intermittent sound of wind chimes, sometimes near, sometimes far, filling the surroundings. A vortex of joy ripples through my heart, accompanied by a feeling of happiness within me, and even with my eyes closed, I can see warm, soft golden light all around.
I'm so happy! My mother never left me; she's always been by my side, lingering somewhere in this ancestral home.
I'm so happy! Just staying in this ancestral home is enough! My mother can never leave me again!
I'm lost in this warm, unforgettable dream, happily living "alone" for ten years. Then one day, the girl who moved in with me told me that the one haunting this place was actually a little girl, not my mother.
The cold reality suddenly and silently rushed over, grinning as it told me: There are indeed some "things" in this house, but please don't misunderstand, it's not your mother, and please don't worry about it, it's just a little girl.
It wasn't Mom after all…
I was just mistaken.
All along, I'd been deluding myself into believing Mom was still by my side—a self-created illusion to fill the void in my heart! All the memories of living with Mom: the dark mountain paths, the sea breeze blowing all night, her sweet profile, the sounds of the trees, her mysterious wrinkles, the autumn moonlight, her languid figure, the midsummer of the year I proposed to her…
it was all just a fleeting dream, and it's all over now.
Now, I'm filled with fear and unease as the painful memories accumulate, afraid of the day ending, afraid of the night coming. I eat and sleep like a walking corpse, completely oblivious to Xiaoyu's panic and fear, because I'm afraid too. When the fear becomes unbearable, I run to Xiaoxue and play the twisted game of "mother and son," numbing myself with madness, or perhaps torturing myself.
If only I could die now!
Autumn
passed, winter arrived, and the weather gradually became gloomy and cold. The atmosphere of the sky changed, and the rhythm of the night also shifted. At
the end of the workday, the sun suddenly disappeared behind the mountains, and layers of gray clouds piled up in the sky. The air was cold and biting, and my heart grew increasingly uneasy.
Back home, Xiaoyu waited for me expressionlessly.
"Jack, I made some soup. Would you like to have a bowl to warm your stomach before taking a shower?" Xiaoyu asked coldly.
"Okay." Without looking at Xiaoyu or offering any comfort, I loosened my tie and slumped onto the sofa, utterly exhausted.
One night last month, the night I had sex with her mother, Xiaoxue, Xiaoyu was undressing and showering in the bathroom when she suddenly felt a chilling silence creeping up from behind.
Goosebumps rose involuntarily all over her body. Xiaoyu unconsciously turned around and saw a little girl, about ten years older, wearing a blood-red fleece jacket, smiling and gazing at her!
Since moving in, Xiaoyu had been tormented by something she "couldn't see," and she had kept comforting herself that it was just a hallucination caused by anxiety. But at this moment, she finally saw the "real thing"!
Xiaoyu was already a girl with very unstable mental health, and now, after experiencing something like this, she was almost driven to a mental breakdown. From then on, Xiaoyu lived in constant fear at home, often becoming hysterical, and having nightmares almost every night. If I had to come home late at night, she would never go home first.
She begged me to move out, but I ignored her and didn't care much about her, because I was on the verge of a breakdown myself.
I didn't care about Xiaoyu's panic, nor did I care who the little girl she saw was; I was only pained that this house no longer had a mother.
Lying on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling for a long time, I suddenly felt an uncomfortable atmosphere.
What's wrong with Xiaoyu today?
Usually so tense, Xiaoyu's calmness tonight gave me a strange feeling, along with her cold expression, lifeless eyes, and purplish complexion…
I couldn't help but go to the kitchen to check on her.
Inside, Xiaoyu sprinkled a packet of powder into the soup I was being given!
A chill ran through me; my thoughts were jumbled, and I slumped back onto the sofa. "Hey! Xiaoyu, you didn't poison the soup, did you?"
A moment later, Xiaoyu brought out the soup and placed it on the coffee table in front of her: "Jack, drink this soup first, I'll prepare water for your bath in the bathroom." Then, expressionless, she went into the bathroom.
Staring blankly at the steaming soup, I couldn't fathom what was going on. Suddenly, I saw a silk scarf hanging on the windowsill—it was Xiaoxue's scarf! Xiaoxue had been here!
Hey… so that's it!
Had my affair with Xiaoxue been discovered?
Then I remembered what Xiaoyu had told me in the summer…
“…I’m warning you, if you don’t love me properly again, I’ll definitely murder your husband! I’ll poison you!”
Thinking of this, I smiled.
Is that so? So Xiaoyu wasn’t joking back then~
Die now? Great! I couldn’t be happier!
From childhood, I’ve hated my two-timing father and my mother, whom I vowed to protect for life.
But in the end, I repeated the mistakes of my most hated father, constantly hurting the people who loved me most: the moment things went wrong, I felt justified in my infidelity, two-timing, ignoring Xiaoyu’s feelings, ignoring my mother’s feelings, hurting Xiaoyu, hurting my mother.
I killed my beloved mother…
My real mother is dead, even the mother I imagined in my mind is “dead”…
I’m not worthy of death.
Thinking of this, I smiled slightly again, then drank the bowl of soup in one gulp.
Can I die now? That would be wonderful!
In an instant, a searing pain shot through my stomach.
I'm not afraid of death, but pain is another matter entirely. It really hurt, a pain so intense I couldn't straighten my back, my whole body convulsing and contorting.
I collapsed to the ground in agony, every part of my body aching, a deluge of sensory information flooding my brain like a desperate escape, every cell screaming for help. I didn't think of calling for help, but in my convulsive struggle, I somehow unconsciously crawled into the bathroom where Xiaoyu was.
I opened the door, and there were two women lying there, one asleep in the bathtub, the other sitting on the toilet seat, their faces purple, lifeless.
The one in the bathtub was Xiaoxue, and the one on the toilet seat was Xiaoyu!
What... what are you doing?
You're kidding me! What kind of joke are you playing? It's all because of me! One of me could have died! Why do you have to die with me?!
At that moment, the pain in my heart was a thousand times greater than the physical agony. My heart was collapsing, my whole being was collapsing, shattering into pieces and spilling onto the ground.
Gradually, I lost even the strength to struggle and convulse. I lay sprawled on the ground, my whole body throbbing with pain. Numbness spread from my limbs and torso to my head. My body wouldn't obey me, and my senses rapidly faded.
Slowly, the world grew darker and darker. My body was exhausted; my hands and feet felt as if they had been consumed by the intense darkness, tasting like a paste. My mouth wouldn't obey me, and my eyelids were too heavy to open…
Was this death? It felt somewhat familiar. This wasn't the first time I'd been so close to death.
I remembered, that year, when I was six years old…
The scene of the hospital appeared before my eyes. I saw nurses, doctors, my young mother, my grandfather, and I even saw myself, only six years old! Lying on the bed, just wheeled out of the operating room!
The doctor said to my mother, "Fortunately, you were brought in in time and the rescue was quick. This child is out of danger."
My mother, her face streaked with tears, rushed over and hugged me on the bed: "Jack! It's alright! I thought I would lose you forever…"
Just then, a man ran from a distance—it was my young father! He ran over and hugged me, sobbing, "Jack! Don't scare Daddy! Don't leave Daddy..."
I suddenly realized that I had never seen him cry in my life. It turned out that, before, Daddy had cried for me...
In my reverie, the world around me grew colder, darker, and quieter. Unconscious fragments flashed through my mind—all the people I knew, all the things that had happened to me, brushed past my thoughts...
Then I saw Mom and Dad again, probably Mom and Dad before they died...
"Lingyin! What have you done?! You actually did this with your own son! And now you're even pregnant! Don't you know shame?! I'm asking you, don't you know shame?!" Dad angrily scolded Mom.
"Wei, I'm not here to discuss this with you. I'm asking you, would you divorce your wife now and marry me?" Mom ignored Dad's accusations and said firmly.
"What...what are you saying? Bringing up this again...didn't you say back then that you didn't want to break up my family, didn't want my two children to be without a father, and were willing to follow me without a proper status?"
"It's different now, you know? I've watched Jack grow up in a family without a father, it's been so hard, so very hard! Jack is so pitiful, he's so strong to have survived, and as his mother, I see it all, it's so painful. I can't let the child in my womb have such a tragic life like Jack! And Jack, if others find out about me and him, Jack's life will be ruined. I can do whatever I want, but I absolutely cannot let my two children suffer!"
"Lingyin! If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? How could you let things turn out like this with your son...sigh! You...you know it's very difficult for me..." The father looked troubled.
The composed mother gave a cold laugh: "Heh... I knew this would be the answer. Wei, do you remember that friend of yours we met on our last date? You told me he didn't know about our relationship, and afterwards he even asked you if I had a boyfriend, if I was single..."
"You mean that Xiao Li? He said he fell in love with you at first sight, and recently he's been asking me to introduce you... Wait, why bring him up? What are you trying to do?"
"I want you to introduce me to him!"
"You...you want me to introduce my woman to someone else? Are you crazy! He's a bald, fat, middle-aged lecher! Lingyin, you...you want..."
"I want him to be the father of the child in my womb!" Mom said firmly.
"Lingyin..."
Hey! Is that so? So Mom wanted our child to have a father after birth, which is why she went out to find a man behind my back? God! I'm about to die, why did I have to see the answer? Why did I have to endure this cruel truth that I can't bear?
I saw a younger Mom, her belly slightly protruding, kneeling before my grandfather with tears streaming down her face.
"Dad, I'm an unfilial daughter. I can give up that man, but I must give birth to the son in my womb. I will never abort my own flesh and blood! Dad, I'm sorry..." Mom kept sobbing.
“Lingyin! You gave birth to him, how are we supposed to face anyone after this? What about you and your child? You… sigh! What a tragedy…”
After a while, my grandfather shook his head and said, “Lingyin, your grandfather left an ancestral home in Saigon. It’s very remote there. Your belly can’t wait any longer. Let’s move in as soon as possible…”
Images kept flashing through my mind, and my consciousness gradually faded. I could only hear their voices in the images; I couldn’t hear anything else, including my own heartbeat.
“Jack! Stop dawdling! Go in! Mom will pick you up as soon as class is over.” I saw my mother’s warm gaze as she watched me enter the kindergarten.
“Jack is an adult now! Take good care of Mom and protect her!” My dying grandfather stroked my face on the hospital bed.
“Lingyin, why did you have to die…” My father, standing in front of my mother’s grave, trembled slightly in the moonlight.
“I’m really happy to be able to talk to my future son tonight.” Xiaoxue placed her hand on my thigh.
“…Actually, to put it bluntly, it’s just weakness.” That’s what I said ten months ago.
"I'm warning you, you can't hurt me again, or I'll 'die for you to see'!" Xiaoyu said to me expressionlessly.
"Hmm... Jack, when you grow up, you must be a good person and not hurt anyone!" My mother held me up as an infant, her heart filled with expectations for me.
A thought flashed through my mind, and I opened my eyes. A little girl, about ten years old, dressed in red, stood in front of me calling me...
"Daddy!"
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When my grandfather died, a question suddenly arose in my mind: Is a person's life nothing more than birth to death? We are born into this world by chance, live for decades in a daze, constantly being hurt by others and constantly hurting others, and then when the time comes, no one can escape the outcome of death. So the purpose of living is just waiting for death to come! No matter whose life it is, it is nothing more than this.
Until today, I realized that it is not like that. At this moment, I stepped into a world after "death." I don't know if this is what others call the underworld. Purely in terms of the underworld as described by the world, this is not it.
In principle, this place is exactly the same as where I usually live. It's still that dilapidated ancestral house, still the big tree in front of it, still the path leading to the beach, even the entire bay—it's all the same as "before."
However, it's obvious that this is not "before."
Everything I see, the entire scene, is like a photograph with "highlights." The objects in front of me are very bright, so bright that the details of the objects are almost invisible. But unlike the blazing sun in reality, there's no heat or glare; instead, it feels very "warm." The bright light around me is warm, the air surrounding me is warm, like being in the warm glow of a sunny midday sun in winter.
Also, according to the normal time of "before," it should be "night" now, it's impossible for it to be this bright.
I followed the little girl who called me "Dad" out of the big house, along the path in front of the door, to a small pebble beach not far to the right of the big house.
We walked through a suddenly lush forest, past towering trees that shouldn't be there in winter. A thin layer of light shimmered on the soil and leaves at our feet, the sunlight softened, the leaves became even greener, and the wind grew gentler. The sea ahead shimmered with golden light, its surface as smooth as a mirror, a vast expanse of azure.
This moment, this place, was the end of our journey.
At the edge of the sandy beach, my mother stood quietly on a rock, gazing serenely at the distant horizon.
She immediately noticed me. Seeing me approach, she jumped off the rock, landed on the sand, and slowly turned to smile at me—a smile of serene happiness, a smile so intense it sent shivers down my spine, the most beautiful I had ever seen her in.
A dreamlike scene unfolded; the wind stopped, and time stood still.
I ran breathlessly to my mother.
"Mom…Mom…" Unable to hold back my tears, they blurred my vision of my mother, making her appear even more ethereal.
"Hmm... Jack." My mother smiled at me casually, that languid way of speaking I hadn't heard in ten years. Now it echoed in my ears again, sending an overwhelming shock through me.
"Mom..." At this moment, this moment I had dreamed of for ten years, this moment that had suddenly appeared, I truly didn't know what to say.
My mother reached out and wiped the tears from my cheeks: "Hmm... Jack, you're thirty years old now, why do you still stutter like a little boy?"
The warmth of her touch overwhelmed me, and I was so moved that I collapsed to my knees before her.
"Mom, I'm... I'm sorry..." I lost control of my emotions and couldn't stop sobbing.
"Silly Jack, do I look like I've ever blamed you?" My mother helped me up, still maintaining that captivating smile.
Remembering our past, riddled with wounds, and seeing her calm smile now, my heart ached even more.
"Mom... I..."
She let go of me, took a few steps towards the sea, and faced the ocean.
"Hmm... Jack, do you remember what I said to you on this sandy beach ten years ago?"
"Ten years ago..."
"The night I cried, moved by my son's proposal. I said to you then, 'Since it's destined that my son and I will be inseparable for life, what else can I do but tolerate you, you scoundrel?'" Mom turned and told me. On
the final night of the journey, the beautiful night sky added to the sorrowful atmosphere. The cold stars shone lonely, the starlight on the horizon indistinct. Everything around me seemed sealed off by fragments of the past, and my heart was tightly locked by an inexplicable sadness.
"Mom."
"Hmm?"
"Am I... already dead?"
"Hmm... not quite, almost, but it's about time." Mom shook her head with a smile: "I even deliberately made you feel the danger, made you unconsciously go to the kitchen to check, but I never thought you would drink the poisoned soup too! Alas! I gave birth to an idiot!"
"Mom, where are Xiaoyu and her daughter?"
“Hmm… Xiaoyu is a child with a tragic fate. The thought of suicide has long been ingrained in her mind. Death is her destiny, and no one can help her. It's the aura of death emanating from her that makes her constantly sense us. And her mother left several hours ago. Alas! What a disheartening couple.” Thinking of
Xiaoyu, my heart ached. I wiped away the tears that welled up in my eyes again and looked back at the little girl playing alone in the water.
“And her? What’s her name?” I asked my mother again.
“Hmm… her name is Dong’er, because she was born in winter, so I gave her that name. Dong’er is also a child with a tragic fate, even more so than you and Xiaoyu.” As she spoke, my mother couldn’t help but look at her daughter in the distance.
I wasn’t wrong; she was indeed exactly ten years old. I knew Dong’er didn’t want to disturb us, which was why she was playing alone in the distance. Dong’er was wearing an old red velvet coat that I had seen in my mother’s childhood photos. She looked a bit like my mother and was very pretty and cute. She was alone on the beach, kicking the water with the tips of her shoes. As the waves surged in, she cried out in alarm and ran ashore.
That was my sister, whom I had never met, my daughter who was never born…
“For the past ten years, she has played alone like this, without a single companion besides her mother. It's truly a hard and pitiful life, but she is very sensible and kind, never complaining. Dong’er often says to me: ‘Dad is so pitiful living alone, let’s find him a companion!’”
"The night you took advantage of her while drunk to have sex with Xiaoyu, and the night you proposed to her, you didn't 'sense' me, but this little devil! It was all her doing! Dong'er said: 'Sister Xiaoyu and Daddy are very similar, like two lonely lives drifting alone in the world. I want them to no longer be lonely, I want them to be happy!'" Mom paused for a moment before continuing, "On the contrary, the appearance of Xiaoyu's mother, Xiaoxue, was unexpected, and the result was completely unforeseen. Dong'er appeared in front of Xiaoyu hoping you would pay more attention to her..."
I looked at my daughter speechlessly, so natural, so considerate of her father who had caused her this. I felt ashamed, my tears dried up, but then flowed again.
"And that's not all, even the one you made love to in bed was her! She probably inherited Daddy's promiscuity! Another little devil!"
"You...you mean, those two nights I was with her..." I was a little incredulous, a little hard to accept.
“Well… there’s nothing I can do! Dong’er didn’t listen to fairy tales every night like other children; instead, she grew up listening to lewd stories about mothers and their sons having sex. She said she wanted to test her father’s ‘invincible iron man’ power, and even I, her own mother, couldn’t stop her.”
Dong’er waved to us from a distance when she saw us looking at her.
“Mom, it doesn’t matter anymore. Now we can finally be ‘reunited as a family.’ Whatever happened in the past, the three of us will never be separated again.” I turned to my mother and said.
My mother looked back at the sea without answering, but I saw a trace of sadness in her eyes as she turned away.
“Well… Jack, you’re wrong. Today is the day our family is reunited, but it’s also the day we say goodbye.” My mother still had her back to me.
“Mom, are you kidding me? How could we be separated again?” I stepped forward and asked.
"How do you think we, mother and daughter, have been stuck here for the past ten years?"
"This…"
"It's you! It's you who stayed in the mortal realm! All along, your longing for your mother and my concern for you have been unknowingly linked. It's this connection in the mortal realm that has kept us here at the boundary between Yin and Yang. And now, even you have come here. The only connection between Dong'er and me in the mortal realm is gone. Soon, the three of us will fall into another world, where we will go our separate ways, forget everything about each other, and prepare to embark on another life journey."
Are you kidding me?
What a joke! How long is fate going to play this joke on me? My mother, whom I've waited for for ten years, is now standing before me, and I have to say goodbye to her again…
"Jack, it's alright. Ask yourself, why did you drink that poisoned soup? Enough, it should all be over. This might not be a bad thing for the three of us." My mother looked back at me again.
My mother knew exactly what I was thinking! This was the real her, a woman who could see right into the depths of one's heart.
I slowly walked up to my mother. She gazed at me silently, her pupils shining brightly.
My mother was right. For so long, to have someone on my mind—wasn't that too painful? Everyone, no matter who they are, will eventually part ways with others, and those are just fleeting dreams that can no longer exist in this world.
Enough, really enough. I will disappear from this world forever, and nothing else matters anymore.
There was no sadness in my mother's eyes. She smiled slightly at me, then brought her slightly parted, rosy lips to mine for a passionate kiss.
I knowingly extended my tongue, exploring her mouth, and my mother returned it. Our tongues intertwined, taking turns sucking each other.
I kneaded her full, high breasts with both hands; there was no barrier at all. Looking down, I realized we were both completely naked! I admired and caressed the exquisite body before me once more. Every inch of her skin was the same as before, still so delicate and translucent, still so irresistible to touch.
While I was distracted, my mother's kiss left my lips, then deepened, finally engulfing my burning penis in her warm mouth, her tongue circling the glans.
As I savored that intoxicating pleasure, Dong'er, also completely naked, appeared beside us without my noticing, watching with great curiosity as my mother savored my penis.
"Want to try?" My mother asked, seeing Dong'er's curious and greedy gaze, gesturing for her to share.
Dong'er nodded eagerly, switching places with my mother, her hands caressing it tenderly, before finally swallowing my penis whole with her small mouth.
Being sucked on by my own daughter was a wondrous feeling. My daughter, born from the sperm nurtured in my scrotum, was now lying before me like a puppy, relishing the organ that gave her birth, her delicate tongue teasing and licking the shallow folds of my glans, bringing me unparalleled pleasure and comfort.
The naked Dong'er before me gave me a pitiful feeling. She was slender and petite, not yet fully developed, with small breasts that made her round, delicate bottom even more unsightly. Standing next to her voluptuous mother, she provided an intense visual stimulation.
My daughter was working hard beneath me, while my mother, having yielded her place, offered her alabaster breasts for me to savor.
Mother, daughter, and I, three generations together, faced each other with deep affection, mutually playing and comforting, radiating a dazzling happiness and tenderness.
Dong'er's unusually vigorous service was almost too much for me. Before I collapsed, I pulled away from my daughter's mouth and lowered my head to kiss her small nipples.
Dong'er's breasts were still undeveloped and very small, originally unattractive, but kissing and licking my own daughter's nipples felt different. I sucked and played with them with relish, while Dong'er lowered her head, closed her eyes, and bit her lower lip, her face flushed and very cute.
I slowly kissed Dong'er's little vulva, where no hair had yet grown. Because the little girl's skin was so tender, the tiny cleft was exceptionally smooth and fragrant. I couldn't help but take a few more bites, and teased the little fleshy spot with my fingers. Dong'er twisted her body uncomfortably, and her little mouth began to moan softly. At thirty years old, entering middle age, I was defiling my ten-year-old, undeveloped daughter, feeling a thrill I had never experienced before.
The little devil was indeed born lewd; soon she was already dripping wet and sticky. Without a word, I pushed her down, squeezed my thighs between her legs, spread her slender legs, and aligned myself with her. My penis slowly entered her little honey hole.
Dong'er's vagina was narrow, wet, and hot, tightly gripping my penis, bringing a stimulating pleasure similar to losing one's virginity.
Dong'er's brows furrowed, revealing a painful expression, like a thin, pitiful frog being strangled by me with her legs spread apart. Seeing this, my lust intensified, and I couldn't help but thrust in and out with a bit of brutal force.
"Ah! Daddy~ Daddy~ Wait~" Dong'er cried out in pain, her hands flailing wildly. I bent down to let her hold me tightly, then covered her screaming mouth with a tender kiss.
After hundreds of thrusts, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, Dong'er finally got into the mood. Her slender waist began to sway gently with my movements, her eyes were hazy, her face flushed, and she gazed at me with soft moans.
Her mother, standing beside her, wasn't idle either. She lowered her head and French kissed me, and I took the opportunity to rub my shoulder against her drooping breasts.
Feeling the spasms and throbbing in Dong'er's vaginal canal, I knew she was about to climax. I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, thrusting my hips forward with all my might, plunging my penis into her narrow crevice. Dong'er bit her lips, her face contorted in a grimace, moaning softly, which only fueled my pleasure. I continued thrusting into her already swollen and red vulva with increasing ferocity, like drawing a bow, until I reached the ultimate climax of pleasure myself. My muscles relaxed completely as I ejaculated countless amounts of my semen into her, filling her tiny virgin womb entirely.
After releasing myself, I withdrew from her small body. Dong'er collapsed onto the beach, relieved, her eyes hazy, panting softly, her lower abdomen trembling incessantly. Watching my daughter, who had been fucked so hard, her vagina continuously leaking her father's semen, I felt a surge of emotion.
"How can you be so rough? Dong'er's body is still 'first time'..." The mother beside me couldn't stand it anymore.
"Didn't she want to try the taste of 'Invincible Iron Man'? How can I hold back? Don't stand up for others, now it's your turn!"
"Hehe, here we go again? Didn't you say you're thirty and can't be so wild anymore?"
"'Invincible Iron Man' doesn't know fatigue~"
I pushed my mother, who was trying to escape, over my shoulder, and thrust into her beautiful vagina from the side. As I gently thrust in and out, I cupped her swaying breasts with my palm.
My mother's mouth was half open, her eyes were full of spring, and her gaze was extremely alluring. That kind of virtuous and charming look with a hint of resentment and grievance appeared before my eyes once again. It was a touch to my soul that had been lost for ten years. For a moment, my emotions collapsed, and I unconsciously shed tears again.
Seeing my expression, as if she were experiencing it all over again, Mom turned around, her legs spread apart, resting on my arm. She gently stroked my face, slowly wiping away my tears.
An indescribable tenderness filled the air, and we whispered sweet nothings, our bodies entwined in tender affection.
Lost in this poetic bliss, our little devil suddenly interrupted us. Dong'er, now fully awake, forcefully pulled Mom's hands away and showered me with kisses.
My daughter's disruption only fueled my desire to conquer Mom. I changed her position, making her lie face down, and entered her from behind, using our favorite "doggy style."
A surge of pleasure shot through me, and I thrust recklessly, swaying left and right, grinding and rotating, then pounding and ravaging her wildly. Her tender flesh, constantly being tormented, clenched and writhed in resistance.
Soon, I felt my mother's uterus being violently stretched open again. Her cervix, stretched open, forcefully sucked at my massive glans, creating powerful suction.
Overjoyed, I grabbed my mother's hands from behind, lifting her face and upper body slightly, and began a rapid, intense thrusting.
My mother, jolted by the intense thrusting, swayed violently, her hair disheveled, her eyes slightly rolled back, her mouth open but unable to utter a sound, saliva dripping from the corners of her lips. Her panting face held a slightly ferocious, seductive beauty.
I didn't let her catch her breath, continuing my frenzied thrusting. Suddenly, a strong, spasmodic fetal movement reached my glans. My mother, driven to ecstasy, experienced a surge of pleasure, her seminal vesicles opening wide, and a large amount of slippery, hot vaginal fluid gushed out like a burst dam, leaking from the gap between my penis and her vaginal walls.
Nourished by my mother's love juices, I experienced a blissful, euphoric feeling. My entire body surged to its final peak, and the burning seeds of incest erupted once more, irresistibly, merging into every cell of my mother's body.
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After the exhaustion and dizziness subsided, I awoke from my blissful reverie and suddenly realized that the surrounding scenery, including my mother and Dong'er, was brighter and more hazy than before.
"Mom! Why can't I see you clearly?"
"Hmm... Jack, it's about time. It's time for us to say goodbye." My mother's voice came from afar, sometimes near, sometimes far.
I understood why the unusual brightness wasn't blinding; the surrounding scenery hadn't "become brighter," but rather "become whiter!" The colors of everything were fading until everything was completely white, and then I would lose my mother, and all the memories I cherished most in my life.
"Mom! Where are you? I can't see you!"
"Jack, where we are doesn't matter anymore. Take care..." My mother's voice grew fainter and fainter.
Although I was mentally prepared, when the moment of separation actually arrived, I lost control of my emotions again. I didn't want to! I didn't want to be separated from my mother!
"Mom! No! I can't leave you again! No matter what! I don't want to leave you again!"
"Hmm... Jack, are you really willing to do anything?"
"I'm willing!"
"It's just that it will be very painful afterward... are you willing to do it?"
The surroundings had turned completely white, and I was so anxious that I couldn't think of anything else.
"I'm willing to do anything!"
"Okay..."
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"Mom, are there really ghosts in this world?"
I, at eight years old, turned around and asked my mother, who was holding me as we looked at the sea.
“Hmm… Jack, there really is an underworld and ghosts in this world, but we don’t usually come into contact with them. They only appear before us when we are pessimistic, depressed, and lifeless, or when we are close to death. Hmm… that’s what I think…”
“Mom, are you saying that they are always watching us, but we don’t notice? In that case, Grandpa… or them, do they know all the secrets in our hearts?”
“I think they could know, but they wouldn’t want to know.”
"Why don't you want to know? I've always wanted to know what you adults think? What do people in the world think?"
"Because that's not allowed. Things won't get better; they'll only get worse."
"Mom, I don't understand."
"Everyone has secrets hidden in their heart. My heart, your heart, and of course, your father's and grandfather's hearts all hold secrets. But these secrets can't be exposed to the light. If you insist on knowing the truth, the facts, and everyone's secrets, then everyone's relationships will be different. If you try to restore the previous relationships, the inside will have changed. It will never be the same again; it will never go back to the way it was before."
"..."
"Don't you understand? It's alright. Jack is still young. Perhaps one day you'll know everyone's past, everyone's secrets, and the truth of everything. Then you'll understand what Mom is saying."
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Bright, clear sunlight streamed in through the bedroom window, filling the room with golden light.
I awoke from a hazy, confused state to find myself lying in my bed.
The moment I woke, I felt dizzy and disoriented. I struggled to sit up and unconsciously looked around.
I found myself sitting in my own bed, just like any other morning. The room felt like a greenhouse, filled with sunlight, and the sky outside was clear and cloudless.
Suddenly, Xiaoyu and Xiaoxue rushed into the room!
"Honey! Get up!" Xiaoyu rushed to my side and hugged me.
"Hmm… Jack! It's already noon. How long are you going to sleep? Even though it's Sunday, sleeping too much will make you drowsy!" Xiaoxue smiled at me, leaning against the wall by the door.
I must have really slept too much; my head was still spinning, and I didn't know what was wrong.
"Get up! Lunch is ready. It's your favorite 'hometown stuffed dace'!" Xiaoxue smiled, her eyes crinkling, revealing those familiar, strange wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
"Yes! It used to be your favorite! Okay, go wash your face, we'll wait for you downstairs, come down quickly, Daddy~" Xiaoyu kissed me on the cheek.
The two of them had a loud argument, then left in a swarm.
Their conversation and laughter drifted like dust in every corner of the room.
I remained sitting blankly on the bed.
Looking out the window, the lawn in front of the house was lush and green, breathing freely in the sunlight.
A gentle breeze blew, and the wind chimes hanging outside the window, engraved with the character "Spring," rang out with a clear "ding-ding," echoing in my mind.
"Ding-ding~ ding-ding~"
My heart was still pounding in a daze.
"Ding-ding~ ding-ding~"
[The End]
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