Mother, my heart trembles for you.

The morning sunlight feels so comforting and warm, like a lover's hand caressing your skin, filling you with energy and making you forget many worries. Every day, as the sun shines on the earth, many people can truly feel its warmth on their skin. I got out of bed, shielded my eyes from the sunlight, and walked to the French windows. Watching the busy crowds rushing by in cars or on foot, I couldn't help but wonder: is everyone thinking about something else? What are they thinking about? How to curry favor with their boss? How to make more money? Or how to seduce a certain woman (or man)? Perhaps there are also those who are single-mindedly working hard for their families… It's rush hour now, with many people coming and going. I lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and looked at the dazzling red flame. Beneath its beautiful exterior lay hidden danger. I felt a bit lost and melancholy. I had to go to the job market again; just thinking about it gave me a headache. It's been two years since I graduated, and these two years have felt like a ghost's existence. In this big family of society, you either adapt or you're eliminated. Now, thinking back, what have I done in these two years? It seems like a blank. Oh well, since I can't figure it out, I've decided to stop thinking about it. After all, people still have to live, and optimism is the best way to adapt and the first key to maintaining a good mindset. Life is truly a play, and everyone is trying their best to play their role. Every protagonist in every story has a name, and I'm no exception. My name is Zhang Peng, I'm 24 years old, 1.80 meters tall, with a simple side part, round face, high forehead, thick eyebrows, big eyes, high nose bridge, square lips, and a rounded jaw. Because my face is quite round, my friends say I have a baby face. It's been two years since I graduated and I'm still single, and a complete virgin. It's not that I don't want to find someone to end this shameful virginity; I've dated before, and I even went to a hotel with my girlfriend. But when it came to actually having sex with her, because neither of us had any experience, just as I was about to penetrate her, she let out a "Ah!" which made me instantly freeze up... Ridiculous, right? That was my first time; I backed out before even getting in. I felt incredibly embarrassed. I gave my girlfriend a bitter smile and said, "I'm inexperienced. Let me watch some movies and read some books before we try." My girlfriend, also a virgin, was embarrassed and opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything. Because of the nervousness and stage fright of the first time, I felt very embarrassed, and we broke up not long after. I remember when I brought it up, she cried and asked me why, and I stammered, not knowing how to answer... The cigarette had burned out and felt a little hot. I snapped out of my thoughts, walked to the mirror, and looked at myself. Thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose bridge, a slightly high forehead, and a lazy smile on my thin face. I wet my hand and wrote "Go for it" on the mirror. Before I could even leave my room, my mother's knocking reached my ears. "Pengpeng, when are you leaving today?" I opened the door and saw my mother standing there, still looking at me with that gentle and loving gaze. Let me introduce her: her name is Xie Shuling, she's 42 years old, 1.65 meters tall, and weighs 50 kilograms. She has bangs that reach her eyebrows, long hair that falls naturally in a ponytail, an oval face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and lips like rouge. She has a full, curvaceous figure… Her high, firm breasts haven't lost their shape with age; they're still perky. She has a slender waist, rounded buttocks, and long legs. You wouldn't guess she's 42; she looks like a charming and alluring woman in her 30s. Because my mother gave birth to me when she was 18, she's maintained her figure so well through consistent exercise and yoga from the very beginning. "Mom, I'm going out in a bit. Sorry to bother you. Did Dad not come back yesterday?" I regretted asking that question as soon as I said it, because I saw the melancholy look on my mother's face. When my father returned home two years after I graduated from university, I noticed he was always leaving early and coming home late, sometimes not at all. I often saw my mother's lonely figure by the phone before going to bed at night. I knew she was waiting for my father's call. He always said he was busy with social engagements, and he rarely answered my mother's calls. All my mother could do was wait by the phone for him to say whether he would come back. Sometimes, seeing my mother's lonely figure, I really wanted to do something for her, but I was afraid it would make her even more sad and upset. My father built his business from scratch locally, starting by selling vegetables, then raising livestock, and now in real estate. His fixed assets are now over 100 million yuan. People might ask, since his family is so well-off, why did he have to find a job instead of working for the family business? Actually, my father is a very strict person. From a young age, he made me self-reliant and didn't give me much care. I don't blame him; he was right to do so. Looking at the behavior of some rich kids online these days, I feel contempt. When I turned 18, my father told me: "You have to walk your own path. Don't expect me to give you too much help. Even if I'm gone one day, I will leave all my assets to your mother, not to you. You must learn to be self-reliant. If you don't even have that ability, then you've lived in vain and don't deserve to be my son!" These words had a great impact on me and made me feel like I had suddenly matured a lot! "Your dad's too busy. He called around 11 pm last night to say he had to entertain city leaders and wouldn't be coming home." Looking at my mother's forlorn figure, I couldn't help but open my arms and gently hug her, patting and stroking her back softly, wanting to offer her comfort and care. My mother is a head shorter than me; she could press her face against my chest. Her petite, dependent appearance filled me with an overwhelming urge to hold her forever, to offer her comfort and care. "Mom, your son has grown up. I'll always be with you, no matter what, no matter what. I really want to share some of your burdens, and I'll try my best to prevent you from suffering." I believed my mother could hear my firm heartbeat. My mother pressed her face against my chest and gently closed her eyes. Her face remained expressionless, but tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Seeing the tears on my mother's face, I panicked. "Mom, you...you don't cry, I really didn't mean it. Did I say something wrong? I really feel so sorry for you, I want to give you a shoulder to lean on, I...I..." I was so excited that I couldn't speak coherently, and my hands trembled as I wiped away my mother's tears. At this moment, my mother lifted her face and gently stroked my cheek. "My son has grown up and knows how to care for his mother. I'm so happy, so very happy. Baby, I believe you, I believe what you said is true. I won't cry, I won't cry in front of my son anymore. My son will miss me, right? Baby!" "Mom...I'm so old now, can you please stop calling me 'baby'? It makes me feel like a child. I'm a man now, I'm 24, I'm an adult!!!" A gentle smile appeared on my mother's lips, and those two beautiful dimples reappeared before my eyes. Looking at my young, beautiful, and sexy mother, I felt so lucky to be able to see her every day. I felt truly happy! "No matter how old you are, you're still my son, a piece of my flesh. You've always been my baby since you were little. Now that you're all grown up, I don't call you 'baby' anymore. Can't I call you 'darling'? No way! No matter what, you'll always be a child in my eyes, understand?" My mother finished speaking and covered her mouth with her hand, giggling. Hearing her words, I felt a pang of annoyance, but hearing her laughter made me happy too. I maintained my annoyed expression, but tickled her armpit, saying sullenly, "Oh, you dare underestimate me? Tell me, am I all grown up? Am I all grown up? Is your son a man now?!" My mother laughed hysterically in my arms, still teasing me, "Hehe, what Mom says is true. You've always been a child in Mom's eyes. Hehe, darling, stop tickling me, Mom's laughing so hard she's about to choke!" "Giggle..." Seeing that my mother was still saying the same thing, I increased the intensity of my scratching, trying to subdue her in one move. But just as I swung my hand, my mother unexpectedly clamped my arm tightly with both hands, preventing me from moving. I was standing face to face, and my fingers were directly trapped in my mother's armpits. My palms and the pads of my hands were pressed directly against my mother's firm breasts. Instantly, I felt the softness and warmth of my mother's breasts from my hands, and my face flushed red. I quickly pulled my hands away forcefully, and my mother also realized that her actions were inappropriate, and her face turned a little red as well. "So big, so soft," I blurted out subconsciously. As soon as I said it, I knew I was in trouble. "This... well... Mom, I'm leaving!" I didn't dare to look at my mother's expression, and I immediately fled! When I ran to...As I hastily slipped on my shoes and skipped out the door, I heard my mother's cheerful laughter and teasing voice behind me! "Hehe, slow down, don't bump into the door. Your head isn't as hard as it, and if you break it, Mom will have to find someone to fix it, hehe..." This made me trip and fall flat on my face as I opened the door to run out... Once outside, my gaze fell on the second floor of the villa. Sure enough, my mother was standing on the windowsill, holding onto the railing and smiling at me. I could tell that the little incident had brought a smile back to her face, which made me feel much better. My mother really was too lonely, like a canary confined in this empty house. From the time I can remember as a child until now, my mother has always been so gentle and kind. Her personality is the most gentle and virtuous; I don't think I've ever seen her really lose her temper over anything. From a young age, no matter what I did wrong, my mother would smile, pull me to her side, stroke my head, and say, "Mommy won't blame my little baby, but Mommy hopes my little baby won't make the same mistake again, okay?" And I would nod earnestly, telling my mother I understood, and say in my childish voice, "Mommy, baby knows he/she was wrong, baby won't do it again, Mommy, will you make baby something delicious?" My mother would always cook for me, making all sorts of delicious dumplings that accompanied my childhood. She would sit beside me, gently watching my face, which looked like a little cat's after eating. She would watch me eat the filling with my chopsticks and leave the dumpling wrappers in the bowl, then gently tap my forehead with her finger, saying affectionately, "You... I just can't do anything with you, you left the wrappers again!" She would pretend to be angry, and I would make faces at her. She would then take a towel and roughly wipe my face, laughing happily. I would shake my head to stop her from wiping, then jump off the stool and run outside. At this time, my mother would always gently remind me, "Run slowly, don't fall." These images will always remain in my mind, appearing clearly no matter when. Silently, I say to my mother upstairs, "Don't worry, Mother, your son has grown up now, and I will make you happy." I waved to my mother watching me from the second floor, drove out of the garage, and headed to the bustling city center to begin my plan… When I dragged my tired body home that evening, my mother would personally hand me slippers, loosen my tie, and take the clothes from my hands. This was something my mother had been doing for me for the past two years since I graduated. This was something my father should have enjoyed, but because he was often away from home, my mother now gave me this privilege. At this time, my mother would always gently ask if I was tired, which warmed my heart and made me feel half-relieved, no matter how tired I was. “Mom, I’m not tired. Close your eyes, I have a gift for you.” “You child, are you teasing your old mother? Just give me whatever gift you have.” My mother said this, but a happy smile appeared on her face. “Mom, just close your eyes. How can there be a surprise if you don’t close them? I promise you’ll like it.” I said confidently. “Okay, okay, Mom will close them.” After saying that, her two expressive eyelids slowly closed, and she stood in front of her son, waiting for his gift. I took out the pure white gold Angel's Love bracelet I had chosen for my mother earlier that day and put it on her left wrist. My mother felt the coolness on her wrist and opened her eyes, looking at the bracelet I had carefully selected for her. She gently covered her mouth with her right hand, a look of surprise and delight in her eyes. "Mom, do you like it? Oh, wait a minute." I went into the garage through the side door, walked to my car, opened the back door, took out the 99 roses I had ordered for my mother from the florist earlier that day, and presented them to her with both hands. "Mom, I've never given you a nice gift before. You've worked so hard for me for 24 years, and I specially bought you this gift today. Please don't refuse it..." I said to my mother with an excited yet playful expression. I made my mother cry again, and she threw herself into my arms. This time, however, I could see she was happy. Although she wasn't as tall as me, she still stood on tiptoe and tried to rest her face on my shoulder. I used my right hand to wrap around her slender waist to help her maintain her balance, while my left hand gently stroked her loose, soft hair. I genuinely wanted to cherish and protect her. I cupped her face in my hands and gently wiped away her tears with my thumbs. Looking at this face I had seen for 24 years, something indescribable began to ferment and sprout within me. "Mom, you call me your darling, but aren't you also my darling forever? Do you know how painful it is for your son to see you so lonely and helpless every day? My heart aches like it's being stabbed with a knife. Before, I was too young to know how to make you happy, but now your son has grown up and understands your sorrow and loneliness. Let me offer you a broad shoulder to lean on, okay? Sweetie, my darling, don't cry anymore, okay? Look at your eyes, they've turned into big peaches." My mother chuckled, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hand. She looked up at my face earnestly. I thought my mother would finally cheer up and stop crying, but to my surprise, she only looked at me for about ten seconds before suddenly bursting into tears again. I was completely stunned. But slowly, I thought I understood why my mother was crying again. My mother finally let go of the burden in her heart through her tears. I hid my inner excitement, and with an expression even more painful than crying on my face, I said to my mother: "Mom, that's not fair! Aren't you just being mean? Is your son really that scary? He actually made you cry!" I tried to cheer my mother up, thinking my words would make her feel better and stop her crying. But instead, I was met with an even stronger reaction. My mother clenched her small, white hands into fists and started punching my chest. I was happy to accept it. Only by letting my mother truly vent her inner turmoil could I truly free her from loneliness. I felt that my actions were entirely correct. I had opened a tiny crack in my mother's heart, allowing my presence to enter her soul. "Ouch, ouch, that's not fair! Are you planning to kill me after hitting me? Oh dear, my shirt is ruined, it's like a world map now!" I continued my efforts to cheer my mother up. Just as I expected, this time she didn't hit me with her hands. Instead, she hugged my back tightly with both hands and nestled in my arms, making sounds that were both crying and laughing. It was clear that my mother had really calmed down this time. My mother slowly raised her head, and the expression on her face changed from crying to laughing. Then she wiped her tears haphazardly on my shirt. This action made me very happy. My mother was "coaxing" me in her own special way. Then she punched my chest twice with her small hands before raising her head. This time, the punches felt like a massage, and it was clear that my mother still cared about me. "Does it hurt, baby? Did Mom hit you too hard?" she said, rubbing the spot on my chest where she had hit me. The tension in my mother's eyes made me really happy, and I couldn't help but become mischievous again. "Ouch, ouch, oh no, you've hurt yourself internally! Yes, yes, that's how you rub it, um~ really good, you're rubbing it well, ouch, it hurts! Your son is made of flesh and blood too, Mom, I really didn't realize you were so thin but had such strength!" I made exaggerated expressions to tease my mother. My initial words made her think I had really hurt her, and her expression became even more panicked. She increased the pressure of rubbing my chest, but my next words made her punch me hard again. "Serves you right, who told you to tease me? I'm your mother, if I hit you, you have to bear it, understand? Humph~""After saying that, a mischievous expression appeared on my face. I pursed my lips and gave a little snort. Hearing my mother's words, I pretended to be shocked and exaggeratedly said to her, "No way? Heavens above, earth below, is there no human rights? I...I...I'll cry for you!!!" My mother chuckled, and this time her mood completely brightened. She happily hugged my waist and rested her face on my chest, laughing. Her face was so happy, and her tearful appearance after crying made her look so pitiful. I couldn't help but hug my mother in my arms, resting my chin on her hair and gently stroking her back. Smelling her fragrance, I felt an extraordinary peace in my heart. I really wanted to magnify this moment and stay here forever. "Mom, I love you. I'll always love you, no matter what. You'll always be my precious baby in my heart." I said sincerely. My mother, nestled in my arms, looked up at me intently, gently stroking my cheek with her left hand. The affection in her eyes was unabashedly revealed—so beautiful, so moving. "Mom is getting old. Mom can't stay with you forever. In a few years, Mom will be a real old woman. Will you still love Mom?" My mother looked at me with utmost seriousness, and I could tell she was also anxious about my answer. I raised three fingers as if swearing an oath to the heavens, saying, "Mom, I swear, no matter what, I will always love you. I'm willing to stay by your side forever. If I don't keep my promise, may I be struck by lightning..." At this point, my mother covered my mouth with her hand, her large, watery eyes looking at me intently, preventing me from finishing my sentence. Even as a novice, I could see that my mother's love for me had deepened. "Baby, Mom believes in you. You don't need to say anything more; Mom understands." My mother tiptoed and slowly closed her eyes. I knew she wanted me to kiss her. I was so excited. Looking at my mother's beautiful face, which made my heart race, I didn't know whether I should lean down and ask her. I was afraid of being impolite, but in that instant, I couldn't resist the temptation. I slowly lowered my body, and my lips slowly moved closer to my mother's... Yes, my mother and I kissed for the first time. Our lips met. My mother's lips were so soft, and I could smell the fragrance in her mouth—an indescribable scent, but very pleasant. I secretly opened my eyes, looking at the face I had lived with for 24 years, and felt so happy, so warm. At this moment, my mother slightly opened her mouth and stuck out her soft little tongue, playfully licking my lips. The ticklish sensation made me a little flustered, but I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and touch hers. But my mother's tongue, like a startled rabbit, suddenly retracted. I found it amusing and relentlessly pushed my tongue into her mouth. My mother gently closed her lips but sucked on my tongue forcefully, making me feel a slight pain. My mother playfully touched the tip of my tongue with her own, then darted away, and I could only try to reach it as far as I could. We kissed for about five minutes. My tongue felt numb, and I felt my body burning with heat, my breathing rapid and heavy. My lower body, engorged with blood from the intense stimulation, pressed against my mother's stomach. My mother's lips were so elastic and soft, which excited me greatly. I felt my penis already aroused and pressing against her stomach, which made me very embarrassed and ashamed. I quickly released my mother and looked at her flushed cheeks from the intense kiss. Her large, watery eyes radiated endless charm. My mother looked at me with her eyes slightly narrowed, the mist in her eyes growing thicker. "My darling, you are so beautiful, so alluring that you've made me lose my soul. I know this is wrong, but I can't control myself. I can't help but want to cherish you and love you. My darling, I love you, so very much." I cupped my mother's cheeks in my hands and said to her earnestly, expressing my feelings to her with a firm tone. As I spoke, my mother looked intently into my eyes. I felt her gaze soften with each word. When she finished listening, her face flushed, a shy and alluring blush spreading across her cheeks. She pressed her face against my chest, too shy to look up. I could clearly feel her breath on my chest. Seeing her actions strengthened my resolve to love her. I gently embraced her, letting her feel the security of her son's embrace. I was sure she could hear my strong, excited heartbeat. I didn't say anything to embarrass her. I closed my eyes, trying to feel her presence in my arms, stroking her carefully styled hair. I held her quietly, inhaling her fragrance and listening to our rapid heartbeats. At that moment, I felt our hearts drawing closer. This was exactly what I had hoped for, exactly what I had longed for. I stood there hugging her for a good ten minutes before slowly lifting her face. Seeing the blush fading from her cheeks, my mischievous side kicked in again. I said to her wickedly, "My darling, give me a smile, let your son admire you properly, hehe." I adopted a villainous image, placing one hand on her chin and moving the other four fingers back and forth, rubbing her chin. I perfectly imitated the villains on TV, even letting out a lewd laugh, my eyes narrowed, and my eyelashes fluttering. With my other hand, I hooked her chin up, making her alluring face face towards me. When she looked up and saw me and heard my teasing, she immediately became angry, punching my chest with her little fists, stomping her foot, and then, blushing with embarrassment, running quickly to her room on the second floor of the villa without saying a word, looking every bit like a young girl. That wasn't all. I saw my mother run off, and I called after her, "Mmm~ This clothes smell so good! I'm not going to wash them, and they're even quite sentimental, hehe~"This made my mother even more shy. Hearing what I said, she ran even faster, disappearing into her room like a gust of wind. Following her, I watched her shyly disappear into her room, and a surge of joy filled my heart. My efforts hadn't been in vain; I had finally cheered her up. And this was the first time in my life I'd ever seen my usually gentle and elegant mother so bashful and shy. Excitedly, I tap-danced, humming a little tune, and followed her into my room. Once inside, I couldn't wait to strip off all my clothes and stand under the showerhead. I tilted my head back, letting the cool water flow over my body, cooling down the burning desire from our passionate kiss. I wiped my face, shook my head, and suppressed the pent-up urge. I turned off the tap, leaned against the wall, and tried to calm myself down. Otherwise, I was afraid I would impulsively rush into her room and kiss her again. Looking back on today's events, it feels like a dream. I actually kissed my own mother. Watching the water droplets stream down my hair and fall to the ground, turning into tiny droplets, listening to the sound of them hitting the floor, I felt a pang of guilt. I couldn't help but ask myself, did I do something wrong? If not, where did my guilt come from? The pressure of society? I couldn't help but wonder, is this just our own family matter and doesn't affect anyone else, or is it from my father? Perhaps it is; after all, my mother is his wife. This makes me feel incredibly oppressed. I pounded my fist against the wall, trying to release my pent-up emotions, but a voice inside me roared: should my mother just be left alone and depressed? I gasped for breath, my face contorted against the ground, my hands bracing against the wall. A stabbing pain in my heart made it hard to breathe, as if I were about to suffocate. Father, where were you when Mother was lonely? Did you even consider her feelings? Did you truly care what she needed? Do you still treat her like a treasure, pampering and spoiling her? Can't you really see Mother's loneliness and depression? Why? Why!!! I have so many whys to ask you, Father!!! Why do I harbor so much resentment towards you? Is it hatred? No, I don't hate you, but you shouldn't make Mother suffer so much. Since you don't know how to cherish Mother, let me, as her son, give her care. I won't let Mother be lonely and depressed anymore. I will do my best to make Mother happy and joyful, no matter the cost, I will never let Mother suffer even the slightest harm again. I tried to lift my head, straighten my body, and said to myself, "I swear I will do it!!" I hastily dried my head with a towel and walked out of the bathroom, picking up my phone from the bed and sending a message to Mother. "Mom, how about I go with you to Hawaii tomorrow to clear your head? I know you're lonely in this big, empty house. I want to cheer you up so you can forget all your unhappiness and pain. Is that okay, Mom? I want to see you happy." I wanted to seize this last glimmer of hope in my mother's heart and get her to agree to my suggestion. As soon as I finished editing, I sent it to her. I felt my hands trembling, and my nervousness was even worse than the trembling. I really didn't know what expression my mother would have when she saw it, or how she would respond. I walked to the window, looking at the courtyard illuminated by lights outside the villa. The lights made the courtyard as bright as day, but I was still incredibly nervous. With trembling hands, I pulled out a cigarette and put it in my mouth. With trembling hands, I took out a lighter, but because my hands were so shaky, even the supposedly best Dupont lighter couldn't light the cigarette in my mouth. I tried many times before I finally managed to light it. I took a deep drag and exhaled it all. I don't know how many cigarettes I smoked, only cigarette butts were left on the ground. I pulled my gaze back from the distance and looked at the lighter in my hand. On the metal surface, I could almost see my pale, bloodless face. The excitement in my heart was slowly dissipating. I don't know how long I stood there; it felt incredibly long. My legs were a little numb, but the text message I sent to my mother was like a stone sinking into the sea, without a trace. I couldn't believe it. I picked up my phone and looked at it again and again. I thought the phone was broken. I tried to call my mother's phone, but... it was turned off. The suggestion I thought I would definitely agree to was rejected. I opened the door, ran to my mother's room on the second floor, took a deep breath, and raised my hand to knock. But my hand remained raised for a long time without striking. I was even afraid to see my mother. I was afraid that she would coldly reject me when I opened the door. I lowered my hand and stood at the door, feeling lost and uncertain. My mother's room was very quiet. I could see from under the door that the room was dark and the lights were off. I stood at the door, feeling conflicted. My mother's heart is too fragile. I was afraid that if I knocked and questioned her, it would embarrass her and make her sad. But I was unwilling to leave without finding out. Was everything that happened today a dream? Was it all just my imagination? In the end, I didn't knock. I returned to my room with an empty feeling in my heart, feeling like I had lost something most precious. I don't even know how I got to my bed. I lay down on the bed, face to face, closed my eyes, and tears flowed uncontrollably. The next morning, I woke up and checked my phone. It was past 4 a.m., and there were still no text messages. I realized I had a cold and a high fever as soon as I woke up. I had no strength at all. I knew it was because I had taken a cold shower the day before. I got up and shook my head vigorously to clear my head. I hurriedly put on my clothes and staggered out of my room, trying to leave. I had only one thought in my mind: get to the hospital quickly. I couldn't let my mother see me like this; she would worry. But I had just reached the stairs and hadn't even taken a step when I tumbled down the second-floor stairs and lost consciousness. I had a dream. In it, I saw my beloved mother. We were playing happily on the beach. I was running ahead, and she was behind me, watching me run wildly across the sand. A faint smile played on her lips. But I ran faster and faster, farther and farther away, until I heard her anxious cries. When I turned around, all I could see was darkness. I couldn't see anything, only hear her heart-wrenching cries. I panicked and ran towards her voice, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find her. Her cries echoed in my ears. I crouched down, looking at the endless darkness with immense fear. I didn't know what to do. My whole body felt like it was falling. I tried to flap my arms like wings to slow my descent, but it was all in vain. I thought, "I'm done for. If I fall any further, I'll be smashed to pieces." I was desperate. I didn't want to die like this. I was still young, I had so many things I hadn't done, and I still had my mother to worry about. If I died, she would be devastated. No, I didn't want to die. I didn't want to die before I'd done anything. I couldn't accept it. I couldn't leave my loving mother behind and die like this. I started shouting loudly in the darkness, struggling wildly, repeating the same thing over and over again. Just when I was exhausted and desperate, a faint light suddenly appeared before my eyes. The sudden light made me uncomfortable, so I quickly closed my eyes tightly. I heard a voice in my ears. I heard a woman's voice. "Doctor, come quickly! The patient is awake..." Hearing the voice and the meaning behind it, I knew I was in the hospital. I knew I had survived, which relieved me. Instantly, I felt pain all over my body, and I fell into a coma again. When I regained control of my body, I smelled the strong odor of disinfectant in the hospital. I tried hard to open my eyes, but even my eyelids were too heavy to move. Lying quietly, I focused all my attention on perceiving everything around me. I knew it was daytime because the light was shining into my eyes. The ward was very quiet, and I could tell it was a special care ward. I felt my mother lying face down on the bed to my left, because she was holding my hand, and her breath was on the back of my hand. I didn't feel my hand being lifted, which is why I said she was lying face down. I think my mother must have been observing and caring for me with all her heart, staying up all night to watch over me. This made my heart ache. I could almost see her pale face from exhaustion, and I knew she wouldn't want to leave my side for even a moment. I've been to the special care ward in our city before; there are beds prepared for family members. If a patient's family member is tired, they can lie down on a specially prepared bed, just a step away from the patient's bed. My mother's actions, her worry for me, really made me realize how important I am to her. This touched me deeply, and I felt truly happy. At the same time, I couldn't help but think that I had caused her worry and sadness, and that I had exhausted her. As her son, I couldn't give her truly attentive care. It also made me...I realized my immaturity; I shouldn't have been so willful and disregarded my body. I tried so hard to hold my mother's hand with my left, and I wanted to open my eyes to see her, but my body was completely powerless, utterly unresponsive. It seemed my fall was serious, leaving me powerless even with the simplest control over my body. I carefully examined my body again; my right arm was raised and immobilized, likely fractured. I'm usually more dexterous with my right hand, so it must have been a natural reaction from my brain to instinctively brace myself with it when I fell. My right leg was also raised; I must have rolled over while bracing myself with my right hand, my knee hitting the ground. My neck and the back of my head still hurt, which makes it easy to imagine that the impact of my knee hitting the ground caused my body to tilt and land face down on the steps. I couldn't help but think, this was really serious. Luckily, I was hit on the back of the head just as I rolled down. If I had rolled to the bottom and hit my head, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Perhaps God really heard my cries and spared my life, knowing my heartache for my mother, which is why I survived. It truly felt like a narrow escape, making me cherish every moment even more. I tried to hold my mother's left hand with my left hand, but I still couldn't muster any strength. I felt a wave of weakness wash over me, and I drifted back to sleep. When I regained consciousness, I felt a woman crying beside me, her hand gently stroking my cheek. I could feel her trying her best to hold back her sobs so as not to disturb me. I recognized her scent; it was my mother. The scent of my mother is something I will never forget; it will stay with me forever, imprinted on my very being. Feeling my mother's actions, I could imagine how sad she was, how much she loved me. This strengthened my resolve to love my mother even more. How I longed to get up and hug her, to let her know how much I love her. "Baby, please get up. Mom needs you. My heart aches so much. It was my fault. I shouldn't have ignored your texts. I shouldn't have let you overthink things. Otherwise, you wouldn't have caught a bad cold from taking a cold shower, and none of this would have happened. I can't live without you. You are my everything. I really don't know what I would do without you. Do you know how scared you scared me?" My mother stopped here. I heard her crying so hard that she couldn't speak. I heard the sound of tearing tissues; it must have been her tears. I really wanted to get up and wipe away my mother's tears myself. I really didn't want her to cry; it really hurt my heart. I wanted to hold her and comfort her. I heard my mother stand up and walk to the side, and then I heard the sound of running water. She must have gone into the bathroom to wash her face and remove the tear stains. I heard my mother crying loudly in such pain. Even with the tap running, it couldn't drown out her sobs. I could only imagine how heartbroken and sad she was. It broke my heart to hear it, but I couldn't get up and couldn't comfort her. About ten minutes later, my mother came out of the bathroom. Her footsteps were very soft; she must have been very weak from staying up all night and taking care of me. But she still came to my bedside and held my hand, saying, "You know, I didn't sleep all night either. When I went back to my room and closed the door, I thought you would come after me, knock on the door, and kiss me. I was so shy and so excited. My heart was pounding so fast, it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat. I really wanted to open the door and call you in, but I didn't dare. I was afraid you would look down on me. My pride prevented me from doing that. I waited for a long time to make sure you didn't come after me. My heart only started to calm down when I heard you go into your room." My mother paused here. "After I calmed down, I went to my bed and sat on it, hugging my legs. You have to understand, Mom is an adult. Mom couldn't face the fact that I suddenly let you kiss me. It made me feel guilty. I didn't understand why I did that. I didn't know what was wrong with me at the time. I just hugged my legs and rested my head on my knees. Mom didn't even dare to turn on the light. Mom was afraid that the glaring light would shine on me. Mom felt dirty. I actually let my own son kiss me. It made me feel ashamed. I felt like I wasn't a good woman or a good mother." The mother's tone was heavy and depressed, and she was silent for a long time before continuing, "The message you suddenly sent really startled Mom. Seeing the light of the phone in the dark and hearing the message notification sound made the hairs on my body stand on end. At that time, Mom just wanted to stay in the dark and not let anyone see me. That way, I would feel better and not feel so uneasy and ashamed." I picked up my phone and saw a message from you. I stared at it, internally struggling for a long time, unsure whether to read it. In the end, I couldn't resist your concern and picked up my phone to read your message. I read it carefully three times. The first time I read it, I was truly happy and excited. I typed that I agreed to your suggestion, but when I pressed send, I hesitated. I knew that if I agreed to go on a trip with you, we wouldn't be able to maintain a simple mother-son relationship anymore. I was scared. I deleted the message and read it a second time. From your message, I could see that you've really grown up, knowing how to care for and understand my feelings. How could I not want to agree to your suggestion and go on a trip with you? But I was truly afraid. I am your father's wife, your mother. This made me feel even more shameless, actually using my son's concern to seduce him into kissing me. My guilt grew even stronger. I put my phone aside and buried my face completely in my knees, but Mom still missed you. Even knowing it was wrong, she still missed you, and she could still feel your warmth and scent on her lips. Mom picked up her phone and looked at it a third time. After reading it, I dared not agree. Mom was afraid, truly afraid, afraid to take that step. Afraid that she would fall in love with you uncontrollably, afraid that you would dislike her when she grew old and lost her beauty, afraid that your concern for your mother was just ordinary concern and nothing more. This would make Mom lose you completely, and make you look down on me even more. Mom took several breaths to say all these things to her son. I could tell that Mom still loved me very much. She was afraid of misjudging my feelings and losing me, of embarrassing herself, and of losing me. "I knew you were standing at the door. I was listening intently through the door. Mom panicked, not knowing what to do. I didn't dare breathe, just listened intently. I even shamelessly thought that if you knocked, I would agree to your suggestion to go to Hawaii with you, to stay by your side and let all the ethics go to hell. But you didn't knock in the end, and silently left. Mom's heart sank. Mom was trembling all over, and just hugged herself and drifted off to sleep." Hearing my mother say this, I was filled with remorse. If it weren't for my hesitation and cowardice, my mother and I might have entered a new chapter in our relationship. It made me realize how fragile my mother is, how much she needs care and pity. But there's no going back. I vowed to myself again that once I'm healed, I will love my mother with all my heart and never let her suffer again. "While I was still half asleep, I heard you open the door. Because I'd been sleeping in one position for so long, my legs and hands were numb. I slowly moved my body before getting out of bed and walking to the door. As soon as I opened it, I saw you tumbling down the stairs..." "I felt all the strength drain from my body. I sat on the floor for about five seconds before I fully regained consciousness. I practically scrambled down the stairs to your side. I hugged you tightly and called your name, but you didn't respond. This terrified me. I thought you'd just abandoned me and left. I started crying like a madwoman, shouting your name. After a while, seeing you still didn't respond, I remembered to check if you were still breathing. I quickly put my hand under your nose to check... *whoosh*..." The mother took a deep breath, exhaled completely, and then continued in a trembling voice: "Thankfully, you still had a faint breath. Mom laid you flat on the ground and rushed upstairs to the second floor. My hands, trembling with blood from the back of your head, dialed 120. After the call, I was still worried, so I quickly grabbed the first-aid kit and bandaged the back of your head. I was afraid you'd bleed to death." Hearing my mother's words, I could feel how tense and panicked she was. "Baby, please wake up! Mom is about to collapse. Without you by my side, I feel like I'm living a life worse than death. You've been asleep for three days. Open your eyes and look! Mom is right beside you!" My mother couldn't hold back her tears anymore. Hearing her painful cries of helplessness, I tried to open my eyes, but...Finding it was all in vain, my heart was bleeding, and I blamed myself even more for my weakness. "When we got to the hospital and the doctor told me I needed surgery, I felt like the sky had fallen. The hospital asked me to sign the surgical consent form, and I was terrified. I thought you were really beyond saving. I absolutely refused to sign it, afraid that if I signed it, I would really lose you. But the hospital told me that not signing would really cost you your life. I couldn't help but write with trembling hands for a long time before finally signing it." After my mother finished speaking, she wiped away her tears with a tissue and continued: "Mom sat outside the operating room waiting for your surgery to be completed. That feeling was so long, every second felt like an eternity. My heart was clenched. Mom was sitting with her hands covering her chest, leaning against the wall for support. At that time, I was really afraid that you would just leave Mom like this. Mom even had difficulty breathing." My mother then gently stroked my cheek. "I don't know how long we waited before the operating room lights went out. I rushed over like a madman, grabbed the doctor's clothes, and asked how you were. The doctor said the surgery was successful. The doctor said that when you rolled down, you hit your head and caused a bruise. If it wasn't removed, it would have killed you. Fortunately, you were brought in in time and simple protective measures were taken. He said that once you get through tonight's critical period, you'll be fine." My mother took my right hand and placed it on her cheek clip, making direct contact between my hand and the clip. "But even after Mom stayed with you through the critical period, you still didn't wake up. I ran to question the doctor about your lack of consciousness, and the doctor told me you had injured your head. The human brain is unpredictable, and if you didn't wake up, you might become a vegetable. He told me to prepare myself mentally. When I heard this, I fainted, and everything went black." "I lay in bed all day, too weak to do anything. My mind was filled with the worst-case scenario the doctor told me. I didn't believe the doctor's words about the possibility of you becoming a vegetable. I didn't believe you would abandon Mom. The doctor told me it was due to excessive shock and grief that my body couldn't handle it, and told me to rest well, saying you had nurses to take care of you and everything would be fine. But I was so worried about you, and I didn't believe a nurse could take better care of you than Mom. I got up from the hospital bed and kept taking care of you, hoping you would wake up soon. I've waited two days, but you still show no signs of waking up. Mom is so sad, but Mom won't leave. Mom will stay here with you until the day you wake up." After my mother finished speaking, I heard her stand up and go back into the bathroom. I could hear the sound of water; she must have gone to wash her face again. I lay there, my mind racing, feeling like a huge weight was pressing on my heart, making me feel incredibly suffocated. My body wouldn't obey me, and I couldn't do anything. I really didn't want my mother to worry about me anymore, but I felt like a living dead person, in so much pain. After thinking about all sorts of things for a while, I heard my mother's footsteps again. She gently stroked my face and said, "Baby, you've been lying in bed for three days. You must be feeling very uncomfortable. Let me bring you some water to wipe you down." I was deeply moved by my mother's words. I could imagine how exhausted she must have been, taking such good care of me for two days straight. Yet, my mother was still thinking of me. I really wanted to get up and hug her, to tell her I was alright and that I hadn't worried her again. I also wanted to tell her that I wouldn't be weak anymore and that I would take good care of her. At the same time, I told myself that I must make my mother happy forever. My mother pulled back the sheet and helped me take off my clothes. As she did so, her soft, delicate fingers touched my skin, and I could feel how incredibly soft her small hands were. But then I felt embarrassed because she had completely stripped me naked, leaving me without even underwear. I was incredibly awkward in front of her. The only saving grace was that, in her eyes, I was a completely numb patient and wouldn't show my embarrassment, which reassured me somewhat. I heard her breathing become heavier and more rapid. If I could open my eyes now, I knew I would see her face was flushed, which excited me. At least it proved that I could still arouse her desire in her eyes. My mother started by wiping my face with a towel, her hands moving so gently, as if afraid of breaking me. She carefully wiped me, from my face to my neck, then down to my chest. But she stopped at my waist. I heard her breathing quicken; I guess she saw my hard penis, stimulated by her hand, and was embarrassed to continue. I'm quite confident in my penis; I've secretly measured it myself. When fully erect, it's 20 centimeters long and 3 centimeters thick, with a glans the size of a real egg, standing erect like a giant mushroom. I heard her take a deep breath and then she started wiping from my feet upwards. She stopped after wiping my legs and hands, and I heard her breathing become even faster. I thought she was done there. Just as I was losing interest, my mother covered my large penis with a towel and gently squeezed it with her soft little hand. She quickly let go as if burned. My mother stood there breathing heavily; I could almost feel her breath on my skin. She took another deep breath before gently wiping my genitals again. This excited me beyond measure; I felt all the blood rush to my genitals, making my penis even thicker. I was puzzled. My whole body was paralyzed, so how could it be so vigorous? I'm sure my mother could feel my penis getting even thicker, because she pulled her hand back. Perhaps she couldn't believe her son's intense reaction. I was terrified, afraid my mother would scold me, but this was something I couldn't control. My mother picked up the towel and then grasped my large penis with her small hand. I could feel her lower her head, probably to check if it was clean. Her breath was all over my penis, stimulating it and causing it to tremble, as if nodding to her. Her small hand felt incredibly comfortable against my skin; her soft fingers and warm palm made me uncontrollably excited. I felt like a loaded bullet, ready to fire at any moment. I was incredibly excited; this feeling was a hundred times better than five men hitting one of me. Just then, my mother's hand moved up and down slightly. I didn't know if it was intentional or not, but it made me lose control. I felt my testicles contracting strongly—the prelude to ejaculation. I desperately wanted to tell my mother to let go, but I couldn't utter a word. My mother must have sensed that I was about to ejaculate. She quickly placed a towel on my glans, covered it with her other hand, and simultaneously began rapidly stroking it with her other hand. Like a volcanic eruption, my semen gushed out violently, splashing onto the towel. The intense ejaculation made my whole body spasm, but to my surprise, I could open my eyes, albeit only a crack. This was a good sign, and I was overjoyed. I quickly closed my eyes again, because I could feel my mother's hand still wiping me. I was afraid she would discover I was awake, and I was also embarrassed to see her. During my ejaculation, I felt my mother's fingers trembling, her body shaking, and I could hear her teeth clenching. Her hand was gripping my penis tightly. I didn't know what was wrong with her. She didn't stop stroking my penis until I had completely ejaculated, and then carefully wiped it with the towel, her fingers so gentle. My mother stood up with a towel and headed towards the bathroom. I secretly opened my eyes, wanting to turn around and see what she looked like, but I forgot that my neck was immobile. The sudden pain from any movement caused me to groan out loud. I thought, "Oh no, Mom's going to find out now." I was incredibly embarrassed and quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep, while praying that she hadn't heard me. But this time, Lady Luck wasn't on my side. I heard her footsteps coming back. My heart instantly raced, and my blood rushed. I barely dared to breathe, afraid that my mother would discover I was awake. I felt like my blood pressure had spiked to 180, and my heart was about to jump out of my chest. I imagined my face must be a deep purplish-red, so embarrassed I wanted to disappear into a hole. My mother came over and leaned close to my face, looking intently at me. I could feel her breath on my cheeks. I kept my eyes tightly shut, afraid to move, praying that she hadn't noticed. My mother carefully observed me for about five minutes. Perhaps noticing how red my face was, she placed her hand on my forehead to check its temperature, then withdrew it, probably to feel the difference in temperature on her own forehead. This made me quite nervous. But I didn't have a fever, just a slight warmth; surely she wouldn't notice? My mother then placed her hands on my cheeks, feeling my face...I was terrified by the temperature. Had the other mothers found out? "You naughty boy, are you still a virgin? Your face is all red, haha, so cute. Come here, let Mom pinch you." My mother chuckled as she finished speaking, and my heart jumped into my throat again. She even pinched my face and gently shook it. "Oh no, have they found out? I'm doomed, I'm doomed. Mom is definitely going to tease me. Oh my, still pinching my face. If she pinches again, I... I'll wake up and see how you handle it. Besides, I'm a patient, after all." I shouted in my heart, but on the surface, I didn't dare to move. "You little rascal, you're so naughty! How dare you have desires for your mother? Look how high it's sticking out! Hmph, if it weren't for you lying pitifully in bed, I wouldn't have helped you...get it out! For saying such shameful things the day before yesterday, for daring to be naughty in front of your mother now! I'll pinch, I'll pinch, hehe, anyway you can't get up, you can't move, what can you do to me? Hehe..." My mother laughed happily at her prank, squeezing my face with her hands. Uh, phew... thank goodness, at least I didn't give myself away. A huge weight was lifted from my heart. But my mother was actually squeezing me like this! I was annoyed. My handsome face, what if you squeezing it out of shape? Will you raise me? Uh, no, you're my mother, you've been raising me all along. Oh right, I should say, hehe, if you squeezing it until it's ruined, will you marry me? My mother squeezed for a long time before finally pulling her hand away. "Hehe, looks like I'm quite talented at acting. Mother didn't even notice I was awake. Hmph, I'll let you pinch me a couple of times now. When I wake up, I'm going to... kiss you while pinching you, mmm, I'll do it like that. Oh dear, I'm a very pure man, how can I be so wicked? Hoho, but it feels like it would be really fun to do that." Hehe, I wickedly thought about my revenge plan. "Alright, Mom will let you off this time since you're a patient. If you're not obedient to Mom next time, Mom will cut off your... your... thing, hehe..." After saying that, Mother happily laughed and took a towel to the bathroom. Because of the intense ejaculation, I felt very tired. Although I really wanted to slowly open my eyes to see what Mother looked like now, I thought she must be blushing and very cute, but I couldn't resist the drowsiness and slowly fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but the sudden sound of water in my ears woke me up. I tried to open my eyes and found the ward light was off, so it must be dark now. Then I noticed the bathroom light was on. I slowly turned my head to look inside, but my eyes widened instantly. I was astonished to see a beautiful body standing under the shower. I was so excited that I forgot my surprise at being able to open my eyes fully and focused intently on the bathroom. The bathroom glass was a white frosted glass, with a semi-transparent effect, which made me incredibly excited. My penis, which had been limp from the intense ejaculation during the day, suddenly became erect again. My mother was facing away from me, and from this angle, I could clearly see her S-shaped figure—that hot body, those alluring curves, that fair skin. I was practically drooling. And the frosted glass was white, almost translucent, which was incredibly tempting. Before, just seeing my mother dressed, her figure, would excite me to no end; I felt like I couldn't control myself. But now, seeing her naked, even in semi-transparency, couldn't diminish her allure. In fact, the hazy, alluring sight was even more captivating. I stared wide-eyed, craning my neck, not blinking, afraid to miss a single detail—that would be a devastating regret. My mother stood under the showerhead, letting the water flow over her body, tilting her head back to enjoy the sensation. The scene was beautiful. As I watched, I felt as if I could see the water flowing down her body through the glass. I desperately wanted to become that water, to flow down her smooth hair, over her fair neck, and onto those high, alluring breasts that haunted my dreams, across her two erect, purple nipples, over her smooth belly, into her lush, moist vulva, and finally down her long, slender legs to her delicate feet and onto the ground. This reminded me of a phrase I saw online: "Eyes sparkling like autumn waves, breasts heaving like jade rabbits, cheeks flushed red, beauty like Diao Chan. Beautiful feet in high heels, jade hands with slender fingers. A face that could topple kingdoms, startling even the wild geese flying south." It made my heart ache; it was truly intoxicating, not by the wine, but by the sight itself. While I was still lost in thought, my mother finished washing. I quickly closed my eyes and turned my head back. Despite the pain in my neck and the dryness in my eyes, I didn't care. Seeing such an alluring scene made it all worthwhile. My mother's footsteps were heading towards my bed, which excited me greatly. As she stood beside the bed, I immediately smelled the fragrance emanating from her hair and body, which fueled my desire even more. Such a scent was irresistible to a virgin like me. I involuntarily inhaled greedily through my nose, but I knew I couldn't let my mother hear, so I breathed very softly, so she wouldn't notice. My mother placed her hand on my forehead to smooth my hair, then lowered her head and kissed my cheek. "Pengpeng, rest well. Mom will stay by your side. Mom hopes you can wake up soon and be with Mom, okay?" My mother whispered in my ear, her breath tickling my ear. I didn't move, thinking how sweet her soft voice was. But then, my mother slowly climbed onto the bed and lay down on my right. I instantly froze, too afraid to move. My mother picked up my right cheek and placed it on her cheek. I stroked her cheek with my fingers for about ten minutes before taking them away and placing them between her breasts, clasping my arm between her fingers. She intertwined her right hand with mine, wrapped her other arm around mine, and rested her head on my shoulder, saying, "Mom doesn't want to leave you for even a minute. Just let Mom be willful and lie next to you, okay?" All of my mother's breath hit my right cheek, instantly making me weak and powerless. Her fragrance, now unmistakable, intensified my already burning desire. My breathing quickened and became heavier; I couldn't care less if my mother could hear me. My body moved rhythmically with my heavy breathing, my arm rubbing against her firm breasts through her nightgown, feeling their elasticity. My mother must have sensed my change; she put her left arm on the bed and placed her right hand on my cheek again. Her cool little hand instantly made me feel much better. My mother felt my skin was burning hot, even hotter than during the day, and she quickly got out of bed and turned on the light. Immediately afterward, I heard her chuckle. I knew it must be because my hard penis had caught her eye again, which made me incredibly embarrassed. My mother probably felt the same way; seeing me like that, she immediately turned off the light. Using the dim light, she walked to my bedside and stood there, not coming up, lost in thought. I guessed she was also embarrassed, after all, she had helped me ejaculate that afternoon, and now it was so erect. I bet she was very ashamed, probably because it reminded her of how she had stimulated me that afternoon. She must know that my current erection was a result of her stimulation. But I think she probably didn't know I had just peeked at her showering. Hehe, it was like a child who had played a prank and gotten away with it—exciting to me. My mother stood by the bed for a long time, neither coming up nor leaving. I didn't know what she was thinking, which made me very nervous. "Alright, since I've made you suffer so much, and you can't move, I'll help you again." My mother's voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself, or perhaps to me, or maybe just muttering to herself. As a novice, I really couldn't understand it… but I heard every single word. This excited me so much, my heart was pounding wildly, my blood was about to rush to my head, my blood pressure was definitely 180. If the lights weren't off, I think my mother would definitely see the lecherous look on my face. [Hehe, want to know my reaction after hearing this? Want to know? Are you sure you really want to know? Hey, hey, no throwing bricks here! I'm telling you, if I were to lose my body, would you support me? What, you actually want to take my place? Let me tell you, no way! I've laid all the groundwork, and you want to continue? I'm telling you clearly, I've even blocked the windows!!! Ouch! Something flew right at my face. I quickly took it down. Who? Who was it?] Who was so heartless as to take... uh, a sanitary napkin? Thank goodness it wasn't bloody, otherwise... it would have been a real bloodbath. Before I could even finish celebrating, another bunch of objects flew towards me. Uh, sorry, to borrow a phrase from a certain Qidian author...The classic lines: "I messed up my underwear, I repent, I'll change, I'll start anew... oh no, I mean, I'll perform seriously, please let me leave the stage first, okay?" My mother slowly climbed onto the bed, lying on her side, and helped me remove the summer blanket. Her hands trembled as she pulled my pants down to my knees, but she stopped before I could take off my underwear. I secretly opened my eyes, wanting to see why she stopped, but because there was no light, only the dim light from the corridor, and my mother was facing away from the corridor, I couldn't see her expression clearly. However, from her disordered breathing, I could tell she was very nervous. She took several deep breaths before reaching out to help me take off my underwear again, but she was pulling it down with one hand while the other hand was on my waist. Everyone knows that a man can't force it off when fully erect, because the engorged penis gets stuck in the elastic band of the underwear. I don't know if my mother was shy about my penis or if she rarely helped men undress. Her current approach made it impossible to get my underwear off, and the forceful pulling was very uncomfortable. I was pretending to be a completely numb patient, unable to make any sound or movement, otherwise, if my mother knew I was awake, everything would probably stop, which I really didn't want. Seeing that she couldn't get it off, my mother slowly propped herself up with her hands, sitting next to me. This time, she held onto the elastic band of my underwear with one hand, and reached inside with the other to grab my penis. Because I was so excited, all the blood in my body rushed to my lower body, making my penis very hard and hot. When my mother reached in to grab it, the temperature was probably higher than she expected, causing her to pull her hand back. Her other hand instinctively gave way, and the elastic band hit me again with a loud "smack" in the quiet ward. "Ah..." Mother let out a soft gasp, patting her chest several times with her right hand; the sound must have startled her. The lights were off, and the fact that she was helping her son release his pent-up desire in the dark must have kept her highly focused and tense. After a moment of calm, she used both hands to pull my underwear down to my knees again, this time much calmer than before. With the underwear down, my penis, no longer restrained, throbbed in the air. Whenever I got too excited, my penis would move involuntarily, as if in sync with my heartbeat. Mother didn't immediately reach out to grab my penis; instead, she lowered her head as if to see it more clearly in the light. She stretched out one hand and measured the length of my fully erect penis with her entire palm—it was the length of two of her own hands! "So thick, so big, my darling has really grown up," Mother said excitedly. My mother stretched out both hands and placed them against my stomach, trying to grasp my penis, but she couldn't quite hold it all; my bright red glans was still sticking out. "This...this is too long. If it goes inside, won't it pierce through me?" my mother muttered to herself. She moved her hands up a bit and then began stroking my penis, slowly at first, then faster. My mother's soft hands were helping me masturbate—something I could never have imagined in the past, but now it was happening right before my eyes. I was incredibly excited. But my mother's hands were dry, and the stroking hurt my foreskin. Not only could I not ejaculate, but it also made me feel worse. My mother continued stroking me like this for about four or five minutes. Perhaps she sensed my discomfort, so she got out of bed, went to the bathroom, wet her hands with soap, came back, got back on the bed, and started stroking me again. This time, the feeling was completely different from before. It was many times more intense, and the gentle pressure from my mother's soft hands made me want to ejaculate immediately. But I didn't want to ejaculate like that; I wanted to prolong the feeling. This sensation was so captivating. So I tried hard not to focus on the feeling of my mother stroking me, mentally counting to distract myself. Sure enough, this worked; the urge to ejaculate subsided considerably. My mother stroked me for about 20 minutes this time. Now, she wasn't holding both hands at once; she was stroking with one hand while gently shaking with the other. I could see her hands were starting to ache. Seeing that I still couldn't ejaculate, she knelt up, vigorously shook her aching arms a few times, got off the bed, and went to the bathroom. Hearing the sound of water, I knew my mother had gone to get some hand sanitizer again; the hand sanitizer must have dried on her hands from the long time. "You naughty boy, it's been so long since you came. Looks like Mom has to use some special tricks on you. If you don't come this time, Mom won't care anymore." My mother got back onto the bed, resting her head on my shoulder and whispering in my ear. I was curious about what kind of special trick she

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