[Chef, please let go of my mother] [Author: Mother-Loving Boy]

This story comes from a netizen's honest confession in early July this year on a private forum. Those who follow this forum may be familiar with it; the title was "Troubled by My Mother's Pregnancy." With the original author's permission, I adapted and rewrote his story.

My name is Liu Yan, I'm nineteen years old. In the nineteen years since I was born, I never dared to imagine that I would have an incestuous relationship with my own mother, Feng Menglan. And after I got her, I swore that from this moment on, she must, only, and only have one man—me. I will not allow any other man to touch her!

If you ask me: why did I commit incest, why my mother's only man can be me? I just want to tell you resolutely: because I no longer believe that any other man besides me can genuinely bring my mother happiness!

Yes! Tonight, yes! Tonight, I fucked my mother. Only in this way can she truly belong to me, only in this way can I take her away from other men; only in this way can I satisfy her ferocious sexual desires, only in this way can I release her long-suppressed emotions.

Late at night, I went to my mother's room, gently knocked on the door, and whispered, "Mom, are you asleep?" My mother didn't respond at all; only the faint, even breathing inside seemed to convey that she was fast asleep.

I pulled the doorknob, and the door opened softly with a "whoosh." I tiptoed to my mother's bedside, quietly watching her sleeping in her silk nightgown. At that moment, I no longer saw the woman lying before me as my mother who gave me life and raised me, but as the woman I was about to possess.

If a beautiful woman is placed before you, and you merely admire her without making a move, I bet you're not a man, at least not a normal one.

Looking at my mother's face, adorned with the marks of time, I couldn't help but reach out my hand, my fingers tracing her cheek, so delicate and smooth.

My breathing became rapid the moment I touched her, and my hands trembled uncontrollably. I think this must be the worst thing I've ever done in my life, so in my excited state, I was also a little nervous.

Just as my lips, unable to resist the temptation, were about to touch my mother's face, something unexpected happened. I didn't expect my mother to be awakened so quickly by my heavy breathing: "Xiaoyan, what are you doing!" My mother stared at me, startled.

I didn't answer, because my actions had already given the most standard answer. Like a madman, I pushed my struggling mother down and held her tightly. My mother resisted fiercely, and with each resistance, I held her even tighter. Finally, she stopped her futile struggles.

I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, let me satisfy you, let me be your man. Even if I never marry again, I will make you happy."

My mother pleaded with me, as if she was about to cry: "Son, do you know what you're doing?

I'm your mother!"

I said: "Mom, it's precisely because you're my mother that I have to treat you like this." I know you need it too. I want to bring you happiness myself. I can't let any other man hurt you!

Tears streamed down my mother's face. I looked up, and she looked at me with tears in her eyes. I stared back at her with the same beastly gaze. Then I lowered my head and gently kissed her forehead, kissing away the tears that streamed down her cheeks.

She didn't resist, nor did she say anything. My lips pressed wetly against hers, and we embraced and kissed. My mother began to respond to my actions. Her fragrant little tongue intertwined with mine, swirling wildly in my mouth. I was determined not to give in.

I lifted my mother's skirt to her waist, slipped one hand between her legs, and pressed it against her cotton panties. While kissing my mother, I gently stroked her private parts through her panties. Soon, her panties were soaked with the vaginal fluid seeping from her vagina. I

sat up, took my mother's hand, and placed it on my swollen penis. Mom sat up and helped me strip naked. When she pulled down my white boxer shorts, my huge erection was right in front of her, leaving her amazed: "Son, yours is so big!"

Mom gently touched the head of my penis with her finger. Stimulated, my penis nodded sensitively to Mom. Then, Mom stuck out her tongue and licked my scrotum, then licked upwards along my penis. When she reached the head, she took it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head.

Sure enough, Mom was an expert, her lust aroused by men, her technique skillful. My previous girlfriends couldn't compare to Mom!

Mom's licking sent shivers down my spine. Suddenly, she looked up at me and said: "Son, fuck me! Fuck Mom!"

It was the first time I'd heard Mom say the word "fuck," a word so full of meaning! This was her willing and strong request for me to enter her body, how could I betray her devoted heart! I ripped off my mother's nightgown, throwing her bra and panties off the bed.

My mother lay on her back in an M-shape, her legs spread wide. I gripped my raging cock and thrust it towards her blooming flower, the large glans slowly parting her engorged labia. I thrust forward, and my mother let out a soft "Mmm," my cock fully inside her vagina. My mother's body was so warm; I wanted to stay inside her cunt, feeling the warmth she gave me.

Suddenly, my mother pleaded in a sweet, pleading voice: "Son, move! Mom can't take it anymore!"

Seeing my mother's excited expression, I snapped out of my daze and began to thrust. While enjoying the physical pleasure, I didn't forget to make a promise to my mother: "Mom, I love you! Mom, your son loves you! I will always take care of you, cherish you, and never betray you. Your son is your man for life.

" Hearing my confession, my mother cried again: "Son, Mom is your woman now, your woman for life. Don't let me down."

I said, "My love for you will never change."

Mom's moans, "Ah ah," indicated that her cunt had adapted to my large penis. I flipped her over, telling her to crawl on top of me with her buttocks raised. I love the doggy style; I love thrusting hard from behind.

Before Mom was even properly positioned, I lifted my penis, aimed it at her opening, and frantically thrust in. The sounds of our bodies colliding echoed loudly in the bedroom.

I rhythmically thrust in and out, and Mom's mouth kept uttering: "Ah...ah...faster...ah...faster...um...oh...son...no...ah...ah...no...so...harder...ah...ah..."

At first, Mom told me to hurry, then told me not to use so much force, but I acted as if I were on aphrodisiacs, increasing the intensity, the sounds growing louder, and Mom's moans growing louder too. Suddenly, I felt a surge of vaginal fluid rush to my glans; Mom had orgasmed.

I pulled my penis out, paused for a moment, lay down on the bed, and had my mother help me sit on top of her. Before my penis was fully inserted into her cunt, I began to vigorously thrust my hips and fuck her.

My mother's moans were deafening: "Mmm...mmm...ah...mmm...so good...ah...son...faster..."

To my surprise, I failed miserably. I got tired very quickly. My mother moved her hips, thrusting in and out. I made her get off me, turn to her side, and lifted one of her legs to begin my thrusting. My mother screamed again as I fucked her: "Ah...ah...son...ah...um...harder...!" It seemed my mother liked my big cock, liked making love with me. I wanted to conquer her, I wanted to conquer her! The first time I made love with my mother, I fucked her for almost an hour and a half. She orgasmed three times. We changed positions many times, my aim being to show her that her son could fuck her very well.

Finally, a strong desire surged through me; I knew I had reached the climax!

Before I ejaculated, my mother screamed wildly: "Ah...ah...um...ah...Mom...Mom...I can't take it anymore...ah..."

I also gasped, "Mom, your son can't take it anymore either..."

Finally, with a low growl, my cock trembled uncontrollably, and the accumulated semen rushed into my mother's deepest depths like a burst dam. Meanwhile, Mom climaxed again!

Mom and I kissed for a while longer, then lay down together, gazing lovingly at each other.

"Son, do you know what you were just doing?" Mom asked me.

"Making love with Mom!" I told the truth.

"Who made love with you! That's incest!" Mom disagreed.

I said: I didn't do incest, Mom, you were the one who started it, asking me to...you... Mom hesitated, tears welling in her eyes, because I had told the truth. Mom, like an insecure woman, asked me again: Son, do you really love Mom? Are you really willing to give Mom happiness?

I gently stroked Mom's nose: Silly woman, you're my woman now, how could I not love you, not give you happiness?

But Mom said helplessly: But, but we are...we are...mother and son!

I didn't care at all, who cares if we're mother and son or what: mother and son? That's just an excuse for mothers and sons like us who can't be together. Mom, I love you, let me take care of you! Mom, do you know, just now, I made the most important decision of my life: I will never get married, I will only grow old with you.

Mom got a little anxious: Son, you can't do this! If you don't get married, our family line will end.

I said: Mom, I can have a child with you! Not long ago, didn't you get pregnant with that cook's child? As soon as I said that, I felt really awkward! If it weren't for that damn cook, I wouldn't have had the idea of taking care of you myself.

Hearing this, Mom suddenly became sad: Son, I'm sorry, I blame myself for not listening to your advice back then.

I stroked Mom's face, feeling heartbroken: Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought up that sad thing.

But, I really want to have a child with you, the deeper my love for you, the stronger that desire becomes.

Mom suddenly asked me very directly: Son, when did you start to love me?

Without thinking: It should be traced back to the beginning of time.

Mom said: You silly girl.

I said seriously, "Mom, I don't know when I fell in love with you, but it was only after I found out about you and that cook that I realized it. You don't know how much pain I was in during that time; I don't even dare to think about it. Because every time I think about you and that cook, my heart breaks."

Mom was ashamed: "Son, you won't blame your mother, will you?"

I said aggrievedly, "Yes! How could I not blame you! Fortunately, you are my woman now." Mom didn't say anything.

I scratched my head and said to Mom again, "I have forgiven you, my love. So, are you willing to accept your son's love and continue my family line?"

Mom thought for a long time and then nodded: "Yes!" Then we hugged each other and went to sleep peacefully.

Now you know, part of what I did tonight came from my love for Mom!

And part of it came from discovering my love for Mom. She is a woman who fills me with a desire to protect her and possess her! But the root of all this still has to do with that cook."

One weekend in June, my mother was out. I needed to go to her room to get some documents, but while rummaging through her drawer, I found a hospital report. The results showed that my mother was pregnant!

It was a bolt from the blue; I was completely stunned! Looking at the date, it was yesterday. Holding the paper, I collapsed onto my mother's bed, feeling utterly weak. She's forty-five! She's been divorced for four years and hasn't remarried! She didn't even tell me she had a boyfriend!

You don't think this child is mine, do you?

The chef's rented bungalow was far away and remote, a long walk, and there weren't many people around. As I was figuring out the exact location of the chef's place, I overheard two migrant workers, who weren't at work and were resting at home, chatting.

A: I knew Dajun was lucky! Look, that woman is really beautiful!

B: I'm so jealous! Why don't you become a chef too?

A: I'd love to be that kind of chef, but I wouldn't dare! A: My wife would skin me alive and kill me!

B: I've seen them coming and going here often as a couple these past few months. Why would that woman, who's so rich, stay in this place?

A: If it weren't here, you could hear that slutty moaning!

B: Ugh! I wanted to hear it, but my wife keeps a tight rein on me at night; I can't even leave.

A: Can't leave? Haven't you heard it from here? The moaning is so loud. Even from this far away, I can still faintly hear it.

B's wife came out of the house: "I'm resting at home today, not working. What are you talking about? What's so loud?"

A and B smiled similarly: "Nothing, nothing."

After finding the chef's house, I wandered around the area. It was indeed too remote; there weren't many residents or people around. Although there were a few rooms, the chef's seemed to be a separate house from the rest of the neighborhood. I waited for about two hours, until almost 6:30, when I saw two figures approaching. In the still-sunny light, I recognized the woman – it was my mother! I witnessed the adulterous couple enter the room.

Since there weren't many people around, I went over and peered through the doorway to listen. As soon as they went in, I heard my mother say, "Don't rush! Don't rush! You're always in such a hurry!

" Before she finished speaking, she exclaimed, "Ah! I told you not to rush! I'm pregnant with your child now!" Apparently, the chef had suddenly picked my mother up, and she said, "Be gentle." I heard the chef say, "Today I'm going to fuck her until she's dead, then I won't stop." Then the room fell silent except for the sound of kissing. Not long after, I heard them throw their clothes on the floor.

Dajun: "Sis, you're so sexy! You don't look 45 at all, you look 30. Look at your stockings, you're practically begging me to fuck you to death!"

Mom: What! You're going to kill me?! I'm carrying your child!

Dajun: What if I kill him?

Mom: Do you want me to give birth to him?

Dajun: I don't know, all I want to do right now is fuck you hard!

Then I heard a slapping sound outside, how much force does it take to make that loud?!

My mother started screaming wildly, and now I finally understood what those two migrant workers were talking about.

My mother started shouting: Junzi, be gentle! Ah...ah...ahhh...put my hands down...ah...ah...ah...no...don't tie me up with your belt...I was so engrossed in listening that I didn't notice a few more listeners had come up beside me, which startled me! They shushed me, telling me not to scream, to listen carefully, it's so exciting! For

the first time, I felt like my mother was a woman of many men, her lewdness could actually attract so many people to worship her!

Anyway, I'm not leaving, I'm not embarrassed, I'll keep listening! Suddenly, I felt someone pat my shoulder, I turned around, and a man who looked to be in his forties said to me: Young man, is this your first time here? I've never seen you before.

I smiled: Yeah, it's exciting!

He said, "We often come here to listen. Afterwards, we're full of energy, and when we get home, we have a blast with our wives, making them scream as loudly as that woman in the video."

I said, "I'm here for the experience too."

We continued listening until my mom and her boyfriend finished, and then we, the free audience, reluctantly dispersed. I was about to leave when that uncle, like a ghost, stood in front of me and said, "Young man, come again soon. I feel a connection with you." Seriously? Are all older men like this, trying to get close to young people?

Then I went home, and my mom came home right on time, exactly when she said she'd be back. As soon as she came back, I noticed something was off. The stockings she hadn't worn when she left were now on her legs. I didn't say anything.

This eavesdropping experience made me realize that my mom's body and soul might be with that chef; even their sex was SM. I had to find out what kind of man he was as soon as possible and keep a close eye on him for my mom's sake. But for now, no matter what, I can only temporarily accept that they're together, because my mother loves him deeply.

If, in the end, that man really has problems, I must make sure my mother cuts off all contact with him; that's my responsibility. If, however, that man is a decent person in all aspects, I'm willing to find out if my mother has any intention of remarrying, and then I'll try to bring them together. I can't be too selfish!

But how can I find out? Asking Dajun's current colleagues? I don't know them. Asking my mother's colleagues at her restaurant? I'm afraid of revealing myself. Inquiring in his hometown? It's too far. After thinking it over, I realized there's one more person I hadn't thought of! It's that strange uncle from tonight; maybe they live nearby and know each other well!

The next day, when my mother went out in the afternoon, she said she'd be back late. My mother went out with her hair tied up, but when she came back, her hair was disheveled, a kind of messy beauty. Actually, that night, I went with her again. And then I ran into the uncle who told me last night that we were destined to meet. He was eavesdropping again; apparently, my mom's moans were their free Viagra!

Before I could even speak, he said, "I told you we were destined to meet yesterday, and I didn't expect to see you again today." Um, his words always felt strange, like he had a crush on me.

I just grinned at him. He seemed to sense my hesitation and said, "Young man, don't think I have ulterior motives. It's just that last night, the first time I saw you, I felt an instant connection. You look just like my son; he's still in college. Oh, and I forgot to tell you my name is Kang Wei. You can ask around the area; I'm definitely not a bad person!"

That night, I took Kang Wei's phone number and address home. I knew my job wasn't to follow my mom anymore; they'd already slept together. My main goal now was to find out about that chef!

After much consideration, Kang Wei became my entry point. The next day, I went to the suburbs again and inquired about Kang Wei in populated areas. Everyone called him Brother Kang, saying he was the most influential person in the area and respected him greatly. I was overjoyed; this meant finding out about that person would be easy. I needed to build a relationship with Kang Wei first before getting to the point, to avoid seeming presumptuous!

I'm an intellectual, after all.

I contacted Kang Wei, who told me to call him Uncle Kang. He said he'd be working at the construction site until 6 PM and that if I wanted to visit, I should come at 6 PM. Of course I went, no matter the time.

The first time I went to Uncle Kang's house and met Aunt Kang, I was shocked. Aside from her simple clothes, she was an absolutely stunning mature woman—a perfect figure, a beautiful face, a large bust, and a gorgeous butt! No wonder Uncle Kang listened to my mother's moans every day; with such a beautiful wife, he must be spending time with her every day. Aunt Kang was very welcoming and took a liking to me when she saw me. She said I looked just like her son, Kang Kang, who was still working at school!

Don't all parents have this parental feeling, easily treating the children around them as their own when their own children aren't around?

From then on, I chatted with Uncle Kang every night about everyday things—studies, the hardships of working, and the difficulties of life. They felt that I was a child who had suffered, very polite, and sensible—just like their son.

Haha! I originally just wanted to ask some questions, but I didn't expect to actually appreciate Aunt Kang, this mature woman, and she even introduced me to Uncle Kang, a friend despite our age difference.

After we got to know each other, it became easier for me to ask questions. Starting one night, I began to intermittently inquire about Chef Dajun from Uncle Kang. I said I was curious, that he was really good at sleeping with women! Uncle Kang asked if young men these days have such strong desires for sex, and they were afraid their sons at school might not be able to control themselves and get a girl pregnant.

I told Uncle Kang not to worry, that universities are very open-minded, and sex between men and women is normal. I said I'd had one or two girlfriends and slept with them, but I always used condoms. Nowadays, girls are more aware of self-protection, and boys are more safety-conscious; things won't go wrong.

Uncle Kang said it seems our older generation of men has a weak sense of safety, and women lack self-protection. "Look," he said, "that woman Dajun is with now, he even bragged to us that he got her pregnant!"

"Huh?!" I pretended to be shocked.

Uncle Kang told me behind Aunt Kang's back, "Don't you believe it? Even though they're having sex every day, that woman was heavily pregnant when she slept with him." Dajun said, "That woman really enjoys being submissive to him; she can't live without him."

"Really?! He told you all this?" I said.

Uncle Kang said, "Dajun and I are actually from the same hometown. He's the kind of person who loves to show off. Whenever the topic turns to women, he'll talk about all the women he's been with with great enthusiasm, making all the old men around here incredibly envious, especially those whose wives are strict with them. They're so jealous they're practically grinding their teeth, wishing they could be Dajun.

" "Doesn't he have a wife?" I asked.

"Yes! He used to, but not anymore. His wife was a waitress at a restaurant. A few years ago, she got involved with the restaurant owner. When Dajun found out, he went home and beat his wife up. Unexpectedly, her boss got some people to beat Dajun up too! He even ended up in the hospital!"

Later, her ex-wife's boss hired a lawyer to help her divorce Dajun, and the two of them even got married. Considering her son's future, Dajun's ex-wife simply took Dajun's son with her, and now he calls that man "Dad." And now, Dajun's ex-wife has given birth to twins with her current husband, a boy and a girl, and they live a happy and fulfilling life. Dajun's son has also integrated into that happy family.

Uncle Kang became more and more enthusiastic as he talked, and I became more and more excited listening, wishing I could investigate Dajun's entire family history!

Uncle Kang said that Dajun is actually very pitiful. He experienced his wife's betrayal and the separation from his son. Now, it's very difficult for him to even see his son, as his ex-wife's family has immigrated abroad. Therefore, he hates the restaurant owner to the core!

Uncle Kang told me that Dajun doesn't just hate his ex-wife's boss, but he directs his hatred towards all restaurant owners. He himself is a chef, so he has ruined every restaurant he's worked for. After the divorce, Dajun was fired by his boss within days; the food he cooked was practically inedible. After much trial and error, he learned his lesson. He couldn't tamper with the food anymore; instead, he sought revenge on the owners. If the owner was male, he'd target the owner's wife; if female, he'd go after the owner directly.

I was terrified. My mother was a female owner—that meant he was targeting her… My worries were interrupted by Uncle Kang's words.

I don't know how Dajun managed it, or where he learned his womanizing skills. He'd worked at several restaurants, sleeping with the owners' women each time without being caught. Only two years ago, while working at a restaurant, he inadvertently offended a chef friend who knew him very well. His friend, consumed by rage, told the current owner about Dajun's affair with his current boss's woman. They set a trap and caught Dajun in bed with her. To protect his reputation, the owner didn't send Dajun to jail, but instead crippled one of his fingers—did you notice? This only deepened his resentment!

Hearing this, I was even more frightened. This chef wasn't a chef at all; he was a monster! What should I do about my mother?

Uncle Kang continued: "Over the past few years, Dajun has become even more cunning and treacherous. Many of his friends have learned to be wary of him. His skills in seducing women have become unparalleled. He hates his boss, he hates women, and he sleeps with women too. He told us all this himself!

After losing his finger, Dajun moved here, living a life of nightly revelry. We were all incredibly envious of him, wondering how many women he'd had. Sometimes, Dajun would tell us about his romantic escapades, even mocking us for our poor sexual function, saying we didn't have his skills and methods!

The young people here, and even older men like me, were used to listening to his live-action erotic songs outside his door—it was so exciting! It's been almost two years now, but in the last six months, he doesn't seem to have changed women much. Apparently, it's his former restaurant's single female owner. Dajun is really arrogant; if they got married and had children, his revenge would be perfect, and he could even seize his boss's assets!"

I immediately panicked: "Uncle Kang, is Dajun really that bad?"

At that moment, Aunt Kang sat down next to us: "Anyway, Dajun isn't a good person. Just don't mess with him!"

I nodded in agreement. Over the next few days, I intermittently inquired about Dajun from Uncle Kang, and concluded: His relationship with my mother was absolutely impossible. I couldn't let my mother walk into a trap; I couldn't pretend not to know there was a pit in front of her and let her willingly jump in!

After fully understanding Dajun, in order to expose that beast's true colors to my mother, I placed her pregnancy test results on the coffee table in the living room. She looked nervous when she saw them. I told her I knew everything about her situation and wanted to know what she thought.

My mother said that she had never considered finding another man before because of me, but now she felt she had met true love. She wanted to marry the cook named Dajun and have the child. She said that loving someone means wanting to leave behind sweet memories with that person!

Pah! "Sweet memories"? Scumbag! He actually used underhanded tactics to make my mom so devoted and subservient.

Before I could even speak, my mom asked if I supported her finding another partner.

I said, "Mom, you've worked so hard for me. I wholeheartedly support you finding a partner, but that Dajun is no good. He has ulterior motives; his heart isn't kind at all!" As I spoke, I told her what Uncle Kang had told me, and even copied the recording of my conversation with Uncle Kang to her laptop for her to listen to.

Guess what my mom's answer was?

She said, "I know all about his past, but after being with him, I found he's actually a good person, not bad at all. He's very good to me. He said he's changing for me, trying to become a better person!

" Holy crap!

What the hell is wrong with my mom? She's so blinded by greed, believing that Dajun is the kind of good man she can entrust her life to.

I said, "Mom, if it's him, I absolutely disagree."

My mom said, "Can you really bear to see your mother in so much pain? Besides, there's this baby in my belly, and... and..." I started to sneer: "Mom, are you saying that now that you're pregnant, you don't have to care about me anymore, you don't have to consider my feelings anymore, huh? Haha..."

My mom said, "No, no, give me some time, you two get to know each other, you'll accept him, he's really a good person."

I was furious and told her about what I overheard that night—Dajun using a belt to sexually assault my pregnant mother, saying that the man didn't cherish her at all.

My mom still stubbornly insisted: "I did it willingly!"

Finally, feeling utterly helpless and resigned, I said: "This is your business, it has nothing to do with me. I don't care anymore, you two figure it out yourselves, I've given up."

After saying that, I turned and went back to my room. My mom didn't say anything, she also ran back to her room, lay on the bed and cried incessantly. I could tell she was heartbroken. But do you know, your son is even more heartbroken!

These past few days I've stayed home, not allowing my mom to go out, not allowing her to use the phone or the computer! I felt like I was in a prison, confining my mother to our home, cut off from the outside world. That man would never dare to barge in. Yet, almost every night, I could hear my mother crying.

She often stood on the balcony, staring blankly at the world outside, her face devoid of color, completely different from how she looked after being pampered by that chef. She was pregnant! How could she be so melancholy? Seeing my mother growing thinner and thinner, I was terrified. Mom, what's wrong with you?

One day, my mother came out of her bedroom, walked to me who was watching TV, and suddenly knelt down. I was stunned.

I helped her up, but she wouldn't get up, crying and begging me: "Son, please grant your mother's wish. I've sacrificed so much for you, and now I've met someone I love, but you're like a distant galaxy, sob sob sob… Please grant your mother's wish… Please grant your mother's wish… sob sob sob…" My mother actually fainted while crying. I was terrified and quickly took her to the hospital. The doctor said, "Mom's emotional state and nutrition are both poor, affecting the fetus's health. She needs proper care. It's currently due to excessive grief, so she needs to manage her emotions."

The doctor's words pierced my heart like a knife. My mother had actually fainted from grief over that man. I collapsed beside her bed, tears of despair streaming down my face.

I knew that only by returning to that man could my mother regain her former strong, independent self. My mother used to be so proud; now she's groveling before me. I couldn't bear to think about it anymore—it was too heartbreaking!

I brought my mother home. She rested in bed while I sighed deeply in the bathroom: "Why is this happening?!" Then, I went to her room, returned her phone, and said, "Mom, go pursue your happiness. I don't care about you two anymore. Although I don't like Dajun, I'm not heartless. I still hope you're healthy and happy!"

My mother got up and hugged me tightly, saying, "Thank you, son." Then I left. I knew my mother would definitely change her clothes and go find that man. A little while later, my mother indeed came out, dressed beautifully, like a newlywed.

Inside the rented room, the two were naked on the bed, passionately sucking each other's tongues, their passion intense and tender.

Sister, I thought you didn't want me anymore! So much time has passed, I can't get through on the phone, no one replies to my messages, and I haven't been online on WeChat or QQ.

Since you can't contact me, why don't you come to my house? I'm going crazy missing you!

Sister, I want to come see you too, but with your son, how dare I!

Junzi, won't you be brave for me just once?

Sister, we finally met, let's not talk about sad things anymore, I've been so pent up these past few days, let me love you properly!

Junzi, you naughty thing, I hope you're pent up, I'm carrying your child, be gentle later.

Sister, don't worry, I'm here!

Mom held Dajun's scrotum in one hand and grasped his erect penis in the other, her tongue teasing Dajun's glans, her loving gaze was simply intoxicating. Suddenly, Mom opened her small mouth and swallowed Dajun's huge penis whole, that swallowing, that oral skill, I only enjoyed it later.

Dajun actually moaned as Mom sucked: Sister, your sexy mouth, it feels so good, I want to fuck you right now!

Mom, how obedient are you? Dajun just said he wanted to fuck you, and you spat out his penis, proactively sticking out your plump ass, and even turned back to gaze affectionately at this man, saying ambiguously: "Junzi, fuck me if you want! My hole is for you to fuck!"

Holy crap! Feng Menglan, are you even my real mother? How can you be so shameless!

Dajun raised his spear and thrust it in, but stopped after only a few thrusts, as if pondering something. There's no reason for him to stop! Could it be out of pity, realizing Mom is pregnant?

Dajun said: "Sister, it's been so long, I haven't fucked your asshole yet, so take this opportunity to offer it to me."

Mom turned around: "Junzi, do you really want my asshole?"

Dajun nodded. Mom said: "Then fuck me, anyway, I'm yours!"

Holy crap! Mom, what do you mean "fuck me, anyway, I'm yours"? Shameless! Shameless! "Pah! Pah!

Pah! Don't let Mom's age fool you, her little asshole is still as beautiful and delicate as a spring flower." Dajun spat a few times and slowly smeared it into Mom's little asshole. Afraid it wouldn't be lubricated enough, he also smeared the vaginal fluid from Mom's vagina onto her little asshole. Dajun's saliva mixed with Mom's vaginal fluid, adulterous couple!

Dajun raised his engorged, veiny penis, aimed it at Mom's asshole, and thrust it in all at once.

Mom screamed: "Dajun, it hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Amidst Mom's cries of pain, Dajun seemed to still have a shred of humanity: "Sister, bear with it. If it really hurts too much, I'll stop."

Mom said: "It's okay, I can take it!"

Dajun thrust in and out a few times, and a few drops of blood seeped from Mom's anus. Mom was willingly enduring the pain for this man! She didn't forget to remind Dajun: "Fuck me harder!"

If you say Dajun is chivalrous, he was just putting on an act earlier. Now he's relentlessly thrusting into his mother's anus, driving her to a frenzy of lust: "Ah...ah...Dajun...fuck me harder...fuck my ass harder...fuck me harder...ah...my ass is yours...ah...fuck me harder...fuck me harder..." The pain in his mother's body had long since turned into pleasure; the anal sex was nothing like the desolation of love being a thing of the past!

Suddenly, Dajun started moaning: "Sister, your little ass is so tight, it feels so good! I'm about to cum."

His mother said with enjoyment: "Junzi, cum, cum all into my ass."

Dajun's thick semen gushed out, and he panted heavily: "Sister, come and lick my cock clean."

His mother, like an obedient little bitch, turned around, lowered her head, and began licking Dajun's filthy penis, cleaning off the remaining semen.

That night, Mom didn't come home. Despite being pregnant, she and Dajun stayed in that rented room all night, until she was completely exhausted.

I couldn't reason with her, so I asked my grandparents to talk to her. The next day, Mom came home and slept all day. That night, my grandparents tried to reason with her on the phone, but it was no use

. She was too deeply infatuated and beyond help! I could only console myself: Dajun genuinely cared for my mother. Even if he sexually abused her during her pregnancy, it was still a way of showing love. Even if he had a bad past and done many bad things, as long as he was willing to change for my mother, I was willing to accept him because I wanted my mother to be happy!

However, this self-consolation shattered a few days later. One night, around midnight, Li Dajun called me urgently. He said my mother had miscarried and was bleeding heavily, and was currently receiving treatment at the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital.

So it was this beast, this scum! Tonight, he tied my mother to the bed and did S&M, whipped her with a belt, and after he finished, he even used an oversized vibrator on her vagina. Unfortunately, my mother suffered severe bleeding.

Seeing this, Li Dajun panicked and had no choice but to call 120 (emergency services) and take my mother to the Women and Children's Health Hospital. After arriving, the doctor insisted that a family member come, and he couldn't refuse, so he used my mother's phone to call me. I was stunned.

When I arrived, the man was nowhere to be seen; I thought he was trying to escape that night! Seeing this, I felt truly heartbroken for my mother: even if she's promiscuous, she should at least find a reliable man!

After a long time, the doctor came out of the operating room and said: "The patient's condition is stable now, but she must rest and recuperate during this period. Pregnant women should avoid doing things they shouldn't do during pregnancy, especially since the patient is now of advanced maternal age; this miscarriage has been extremely harmful to her body."

I was moved to tears: "Thank you, doctor. We will definitely take good care of Mom. Thank you, thank you!"

My mother stayed in the hospital for two days, and my grandmother came from the countryside to take care of her. After returning home, my grandmother took great care of my mother, attending to her every need, comforting her wounded heart and body.

My mother was overjoyed to be with Dajun, and she eagerly anticipated giving birth to his child. Unfortunately, Dajun truly didn't cherish my mother at all, and had no sense of responsibility as a man! Even with her limbs bound, she kept begging Dajun to stop, to stop whipping her stomach, to stop relentlessly stabbing her with a vibrator, all to protect the child in her womb. My mother's pleas were so helpless; she was heartbroken by this pain and wept!

My mother didn't know that the day after her accident, I contacted the restaurant owners Li Dajun had previously harmed and told them about how Li Dajun had cheated on and raped their wives! They were enraged and, together, hired some thugs to completely cripple Li Dajun in his rented apartment. He lost his arms and legs, couldn't speak, and his proud penis was severely damaged, beyond repair. He received some secret treatment and was then sent to another city, becoming a beggar on the streets!

Li Dajun will never understand that the classic line from "Infernal Affairs": "What goes around comes around!"

will happen to him. He has the means to get women, and I have the means to make sure he can never get women again. I had already found the phone numbers of all the restaurant owners Li Dajun had worked for, but I still held onto a sliver of hope that he would become a good person.

In the beginning, when my mother was home, she would occasionally mutter Dajun's name; we all knew she hadn't given up on him. I wondered what kind of state my mother had reached to become so infatuated with a man, even if that man was a beast.

Later, in a Mao Zedong Thought class, I finally learned the answer. The teacher gave us an example: a beautiful teenage girl actually committed suicide for a man in his forties who was ugly and disabled. Why? It turned out that

the girl had suffered abuse from her parents and bullying from her siblings in her impoverished rural home since childhood. No one treated her well, so she chose to work as this man's nanny. Unexpectedly, this single man treated her exceptionally well, providing her with unprecedented emotional, material, and physical satisfaction.

If a girl doesn't receive care and love from a young age, then when she grows up, if someone is willing to give her even a sliver of care or hope, she will treat that person as her whole world. This is why girls should be raised in affluent circumstances—so they won't be easily deceived by men.

Every time I fucked my mom until she cried out ecstatically, "Ah...mmm...so good...ah...so good...ah...so good..." I would ask her, "Mom, do you like your son's big cock fucking you?"

My mom, panting heavily, would still answer, "Ah...ah...I like it...ah...I like it...ah...son...Mom likes it so much...ah...I like it so much...you...fuck me hard..."

After these past few days of my "watering," my mom had completely surrendered to me. Although I really don't want to say that my mom is actually a slut, fucking her is really great, but my mom's sex drive is really strong, so slutty that you might think you'll never love another woman!

My mom and I's happy times passed by, and it was already May of the following year. In these past few months, my mom and I had increasingly unusual tastes—role-playing, SM, anything we could think of, we tried. Our sex life became more and more harmonious, and our feelings for each other deepened.

During this time, my mother's period, an uninvited guest, started, making it difficult for me to have sex with her for a long time. This period had never lasted this long before! Fortunately, my mother had two other orifices for me to use.

My mother hadn't told me when her period would end until one morning, when I suddenly received a text message from her during class: "My dear son, Mom's fertile period has arrived."

Seeing this message, I was overjoyed. My mother had been planning this all along, enduring so much, just waiting for this day! I completely lost focus in class, skipped class, and went home.

But my mother wasn't home; she must have gone to work. It wasn't until 5 pm that I heard my mother open the door. What appeared before me was my mother wearing a black business suit. Her top covered her high breasts, and the skirt couldn't hide her plump, round buttocks. Her long legs were covered by delicate, flesh-colored sheer stockings, and she wore ten-centimeter white high heels! Incredibly alluring.

The moment Mom entered the house, I rushed over and excitedly swept her up in my arms, carrying her towards the bedroom.

We didn't speak a word the whole way, lost in a passionate kiss.

Reaching the bed, I bent down and gently placed Mom on it. Her arms were around my neck, her lips still unwilling to part from mine.

Suddenly, I became very tender, telling Mom not to be naughty, and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her breasts, encased in a black lace bra, stood proudly before me, revealing the cleavage Tagore had described.

I pulled down her bra and licked her nipples, gently sucking and nibbling. Mom couldn't help but moan softly. Soon, I was naked, and I also removed Mom's skirt, but I had kept her in her white high heels, as they looked incredibly sexy with her sheer stockings!

While we kissed passionately, one hand roamed over Mom's thigh; the smoothness of the stockings felt wonderful to the touch! I slowly kissed my way down from top to bottom, until I reached my mother's vulva. Her crotch was visibly wet. I pulled down her panties, revealing glistening pubic hair glistening with her vaginal fluid. My lips touched her vulva, my tongue teasing her already erect clitoris. Stimulated, my mother's legs spread and bent, her high heels clicking on the sheets.

She was aroused, repeatedly saying, "Son, I can't take it anymore, fuck me, fuck me!"

My penis, already rock hard, knelt down, grabbed her stockinged legs, and pulled them apart, spreading them to my sides. I held my penis, letting the head rest between her labia, gently rubbing it.

My mother cried out again, "Son, fuck me! Fuck me!"

Suddenly, I thrust forward, my penis swallowed whole by her vagina. Her vaginal walls were warm and moist, offering no resistance whatsoever. Even though I'd been fucking my mom for so long, she still clung tightly to me. I thrust in and out of her vagina, my thick cock making her wetness flow freely.

Oh…good…good son…mmm…Mom’s so happy…doing it…doing it so good…so good…fuck me…ah…oh…

ah…so good…son…ah…it’s so beautiful…ah…good son…Mom feels so good being fucked by you…ah…ah…oh…fuck me…fuck your wife properly…your own mother…ah…it’s hitting the spot…you’re so naughty…ah…it’s hitting the inside…oh…son…your cock feels so good…Mom wants to have your baby…ah…so good…ah…

Mom’s moaning skills are truly amazing! I thrust harder and harder.

I kept thrusting, bent down and lifted my mom up, she clung tightly to my back, and I started sucking on her breasts. Then I increased the frequency and force of my thrusts, occasionally stirring inside my mother's vagina, causing it to contract in waves, gripping me so tightly I felt incredibly good.

Fuck me…son…fuck me…fuck me hard…ah…ah…good…so good…so thick…so big… I tossed and turned on my mother, changing positions until she reached multiple orgasms. I knew that today, our theme of lovemaking was—conception!

The urge to ejaculate grew stronger, and I tried to spread my mother's legs as wide as possible, pressing them towards her chest, her exposed vulva allowing me to penetrate even deeper. I thrust in and out dozens of times, my penis beginning to tremble violently. With one last thrust, I pulled out and plunged in again, aiming for the deepest part of my mother's body.

My penis spasmed violently, and thick semen gushed from the tip of my penis, filling my mother's uterus. My mother couldn't help but open her mouth and let out a soft "ah": Son, let me bear your child…

It lasted a long time before my powerful ejaculation finally ended. I believe that my mother's womb must be filled with my semen at that moment. After ejaculating, we remained together, and my mother let me lie on top of her, playing with her breasts.

Suddenly, my mother said, "Son, you were amazing!"

Hearing my mother's praise, I was overjoyed. After a moment of tenderness, I withdrew my penis from her vagina, some semen still coming out, but I wasn't afraid at all! My mother would surely conceive my child again in the place where she had given birth to me.

In the following days, to increase the chances of pregnancy, we made love several more times. One month later, that night, I was about to make love with my mother again when she firmly refused. She said her period had ended more than a week ago, and she hadn't had any symptoms yet, so she might be pregnant. I rushed my mother to the hospital that night for a checkup. When the doctor looked at the test results and told me that my mother was pregnant, as a soon-to-be father, I cried tears of joy! I can't explain the excitement I felt at that moment, because no language, no words can describe the happiness that seeped into my heart! My mother was also very happy.

During my mother's pregnancy, I took a break from school to stay home and take care of her. I told my maternal grandparents that my mother had conceived through IVF and wanted to have a second child. My maternal grandparents had no doubt that the child in my mother's belly was mine.

Ten months later, my mother gave birth, and my maternal grandparents and I anxiously stayed by her side outside the delivery room. Suddenly, a baby's cry pierced my ears—I had a child! I had a child! The doctor congratulated us on the arrival of our daughter, and tears welled up in my eyes. I had a daughter, and I was a father!

My mother lay weakly on the bed, and my daughter lay beside her. She looked at me happily, and I looked at her happily. Our family of three was now complete.

Two more years passed, and my daughter could already say "daddy" and "mommy" and walk. After my mother put my daughter to sleep, she gently walked to my side and kissed me. Then she crouched under the computer desk, unzipped my pants, and began to lick my penis. And here I am, typing away in the First Club, telling you my happy story with my mother.

Here, I wish all mothers and children who, like my mother and I, live happily ever after!

[The End]

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