My love for my mother

"My Love with My Mother" "Xiao Zhe, get up and have breakfast." *Smack!* A light slap landed on my bottom. I immediately woke up, reflexively pulling the blanket over myself. It's July, and I have a habit of kicking off the covers at night, so I was only wearing my underwear. Recently, I discovered that every morning, my penis would be erect. And in this house, only one person would wake me up. So, I immediately covered myself with the blanket, thinking, "How embarrassing!" A faint, yet deeply pleasant fragrance wafted into my nostrils. I opened my eyes in embarrassment and annoyance, and before me appeared a stunningly beautiful face: eyebrows like spring mountains, a nose like a hanging gall, lips like cherries, eyes like morning stars, and skin as white as snow, more delicate than mutton fat. This is my mother, An Xiaoyin. She's 38 years old this year, but perhaps even God couldn't bear to let time damage her breathtaking beauty. Approaching 40, her skin is fair and smooth, with only a few fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but this doesn't detract from her beauty at all. Instead, it adds a mature and alluring charm, her face so exquisite it seems as if God painstakingly sculpted it. Few of the so-called beautiful actresses on TV can compare to my mother. With a little light makeup, no one would doubt she's only in her twenties. Seeing me open my eyes, my mother smiled sweetly and said, "Get up and have breakfast, you lazybones." "Mom, it's a holiday, let me sleep a little longer," I mumbled, yawning, intending to continue sleeping. "No, get up quickly! Didn't you say you were going to spend time with your mother during your holiday?" She grabbed my arm, trying to pull me up, but I, though only 16, was much stronger than most of my peers due to my Taekwondo training. She pulled but couldn't budge me; instead, she lost her balance and fell on top of me. That snapped me awake. My mother, while not fat at all, was 1.68 meters tall with a curvaceous figure, full breasts and hips. So she weighed about 50 kilograms. That 100-plus kilograms of weight suddenly pressed down on me; I felt like the air in my lungs was being squeezed out. I reflexively hugged my mother, and then I froze. A soft, blush-inducing touch came from her chest—soft yet incredibly elastic. I felt all my blood rush to my brain; I think my face must be as red as a tomato. Of course, I knew it was my mother's breasts. "So big, so soft, so bouncy!" My mother didn't seem to be wearing a bra, and in my haste to pull the blanket over, it only covered her lower body; her upper body was naked. My mother has a habit of practicing yoga in the mornings, and she was wearing a loose-fitting white silk yoga outfit. It was very soft. At that moment, our chests were pressed tightly together through a thin layer of fabric. It felt as if all the cells related to touch had instantly converged on my chest. I could even feel her breasts rising and falling on my chest with her breathing, her full breasts pressing against my chest with the pressure of her weight. In that soft feeling, I could clearly feel two soft yet firm, peanut-sized things pressing against me, and my chest felt like it was on fire. "I wish this moment would never end," I couldn't help but subconsciously tighten my arms around my mother. But I noticed how slender my mother's waist was, so delicate that I could wrap my hand around it with my own. And because of years of exercise, I could feel how strong her waist was. Even through her clothes, I could feel that her skin was smoother than the silk she was wearing. I felt ashamed of myself for having so many filthy thoughts in that instant. That was my mother, the mother who had raised me alone with so much hardship. How could I have such dirty thoughts? Mom seemed completely oblivious, tapping my nose and smiling, "Xiao Zhe's grown up so much, Mom can't carry you anymore. Get up quickly, okay? Be good, Mom will take you to visit a friend later." She straightened up. I breathed a sigh of relief. If Mom had continued to lie on top of me, I was afraid I would have had countless more blasphemous thoughts about her. Mom left, and I threw back the covers, ready to get up, only to find my penis erect and throbbing. I murmured to myself, "Mom, I really have grown up, but you don't seem to have at all...""I found out online, but you still make such intimate gestures towards me. Maybe in your heart I'll always be a child. Mom, Xiao Zhe will always love you." I dawdled for more than ten minutes before finally leaving the room. By then, Mom had urged me several times. Seeing me come out, she frowned and said, "Xiao Zhe, even on vacation, you can't indulge yourself too much. Good habits need to be maintained every day." In the past, I would always feel uneasy when Mom frowned, but today I found that Mom's frown and pursed lips revealed a different kind of charm. I suddenly remembered a sentence I had read in a book, "Even on a cloudy day, the charming South has a lingering charm." I don't remember who wrote it, but I think it is very fitting to describe Mom's charm at this moment. I shook my head, shaking off these chaotic thoughts, and said perfunctorily, "Mmm, I know." After washing up, I came to the dining table and saw, "Wow, it's my favorite preserved egg and lean pork congee." I couldn't help but sit down and eat it in big mouthfuls. The temperature was just right. Mom is always so thoughtful. I thought to myself, feeling warm inside. I looked up at Mom and found her also resting her chin on her hand, smiling as she watched me eat my congee. Her eyes were watery, as if they were about to drip honey. Her full breasts were pressed against the edge of the table, and a deep cleavage was visible from the neckline of her leotard. When Mom saw me look up at her, she blinked, seemingly flustered, and asked gently, "Why aren't you eating, Xiao Zhe? Is there something on Mom's face? Or is the porridge not tasty?" I quickly lowered my head and said, "No, it's nothing," but in my heart, I thought, Mom's gaze just now was so strange. Although it was only for a moment and she quickly concealed it, replacing it with her usual gentle expression, no one in this world understands her better than her own son. That fleeting look in her eyes was so beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful. It was a feeling completely different from how she usually looked at me. My heart was in turmoil. I didn't know what Mom meant by that look, but inexplicably, I felt my heart racing. Did Mom always look at me like that when I wasn't paying attention? All morning, various scenes flashed through my mind: me doing my homework, me playing games, my mother watching me leave for school every day, and every time my gaze shifted away from her… Was she looking at my back with that same look she did in the morning? Even the games I usually enjoyed seemed to lose their appeal. My father passed away from cancer before I was weaned, leaving my mother with only me, a crying baby, and a huge debt. It was my mother who, with her frail yet incredibly strong shoulders, held up the sky for me. My mother was originally a doctor at a hospital. After my father's death, she left the hospital and opened a beauty salon specializing in traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture and massage. Initially, business was dismal because people's awareness of beauty wasn't strong then, and the market was flooded with all sorts of chemical beauty treatments; my mother's salon had very few customers. But she persevered, and with her exceptional talent and extraordinary willpower, she developed a set of highly effective traditional Chinese medicine beauty and wellness methods. She cultivated many repeat customers, and our lives improved. Now, her beauty salon is the most popular in the city, with many wealthy women traveling from other provinces to seek her services. Her superb beauty and wellness techniques are precisely why she is still more beautiful than many women in their twenties. In my heart, my mother is the epitome of perfection; she is intelligent, beautiful, strong, and gentle… My mother is my whole world, and I always thought I knew her very well. However, this morning, I saw an emotion in my mother's eyes that I didn't understand. I felt a pang of panic. Would I lose my mother? I couldn't imagine what I would do if that happened. No, I had to find out. I rushed to the living room. My mother was wiping the table. She always does this; she works hard outside, and when she comes home, she keeps the house impeccably organized, giving me a clean and comfortable home. My eyes were a little wet. I came up behind my mother. She noticed me and straightened up, about to turn around, when I suddenly hugged her from behind, holding her tightly around the waist, as if I wanted to meld her into my own body. My mother was startled, and the rag in her hand fell to the ground. "What's wrong, Xiao Zhe?" she asked, grabbing my hand that was wrapped around her lower abdomen. "Mom, I love you," I whispered in her ear. I felt my mother's body stiffen in my arms for a few seconds before she said, "Hehe, Mom loves Xiao Zhe too. Xiao Zhe is Mom's precious darling." Saying that, she broke free from my embrace and turned to look at me, saying, "Xiao Zhe, what's wrong? Tell Mom, okay? You're such a carefree child; you wouldn't hug Mom like that unless something special happened. Did you get into trouble again?" I had never shown such genuine emotion before, but my mother called it being affectionate. In her eyes, was I really just a troublemaker who would never grow up? I felt a little discouraged. My mother pulled me to sit on the sofa. My unusual behavior made her lose interest in cleaning. My mother held my hand and said softly, "Xiao Zhe, what's wrong? Tell Mom, okay? You're all I have left in this world. If anything happens to you, I'll have no reason to live." Looking at my mother's worried eyes, my heart ached terribly. I felt a pang of self-reproach; what had I done to make her so worried? I quickly said, "Nothing, Mom, really nothing. I just suddenly thought that if you didn't have me as a burden, you'd be a million times happier than you are now." Actually, I wanted to ask her why she looked at me so strangely this morning. But the words caught in my throat. I turned my head away guiltily, afraid my mother would notice. The room suddenly fell silent. "Why isn't Mom saying anything?" I looked at her curiously. I was stunned. My mother's face was pale, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her eyes, usually as serene as autumn water, seemed unfocused. She looked like a lifeless puppet. Seeing me looking at her, she said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Zhe, don't you want your mother anymore?" I was terrified. I had never seen my mother like this before. I quickly shook my head and said, "No, no. Mom, please don't be angry. I'll never say that again." My mother continued, "Then what did you mean by that? Didn't you want me to get married?" I almost couldn't catch my breath. How could I bear to let my mother get married? I hurriedly said, "Of course not. I just suddenly realized that I'm really useless. Besides making you worry about me, I can't help you with anything. You've really suffered all these years, Mom." Hearing me say this, my mother realized she had misunderstood me. She cheered up, and instantly, like a black and white photograph filled with beautiful colors, she regained her radiant beauty. My mother leaned over and hugged me, saying, "You little rascal, you scared me to death! I thought you didn't want me anymore." Since I'm about the same height as my mother, and she was sitting about thirty centimeters away from me, she had to lower herself to hug me; it was more like she was throwing herself into my arms. I hugged my mother, pressed her face against my chest, and stroked her hair, saying, "How could I not want my mother? Unless I die, I will never be separated from her." My mother looked up and smiled, "What nonsense are you talking about? You'll grow up, get married, have children, and build your own career. I can't be with you forever." I felt her body trembling as she said this. Was she afraid of this day coming? Did my mother not want to be separated from me either? I excitedly said, "Then I'll never get married. I want to be with my mother forever." My mother giggled. "Okay, okay, then Mom will stay with Xiao Zhe forever..." My mother's coaxing tone, like she was talking to a child, made me angry. I grabbed her shoulders, made her sit up straight, and stared into her eyes, saying, "Mom, don't treat me like a child anymore. I'm serious." My mother stared at me blankly, without saying a word, but silently buried her head in my arms again. The living room fell silent, with only some incomprehensible sounds coming from the television, which I paid no attention to. We embraced quietly, a faint warmth filling the small living room. After a while, my mother said softly, "Although Xiao Zhe's words are still childish, Mom is still very happy." I didn't think about what my mother meant by that, because I found myself acting strangely again. I don't know if it was the hormones of puberty acting up, but at first I really didn't have any bad thoughts, but unknowingly, a faint fragrance wafted into my nose, and my chest and abdomen...The full, soft, and elastic touch from the European, American, Japanese, and Korean online uncensored zones 1, 2, and 3 made my mind wander. My mind kept picturing the shape of those beautiful breasts based on that touch. Damn it, I couldn't control myself, and my breathing became heavy. My mother noticed my rapid heartbeat, looked up, and asked, "Xiao Zhe, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Her eyes were full of worry. My face turned red, and I said, "It's nothing." My mother sat up straight, about to ask me more questions, when her eyes suddenly fell on my crotch. It seemed like a small snake was about to crawl out, throbbing. I didn't dare to look my mother in the eye, and kept my head down without saying a word. My mother must be very angry and disappointed that I would make such an embarrassing scene while hugging her. I was prepared to be scolded. I waited for ages, or maybe not long at all. Anyway, my mind was a mess. Not hearing my mother speak, I couldn't help but look up and saw a bright red stain creeping up my mother's collar to her cheek, staining her delicate face as vibrant as a peach blossom after the rain. My mother glanced at me, laughed, and said casually, "Hehe, so my little Zhe has grown up." She tapped my forehead as she spoke. "Mom, aren't you angry? Don't you think I'm mean?" The blush on Mom's face gradually faded. She took my hand and said, "How could Mom be angry? Responding to a woman's body means my little Zhe isn't a child anymore. Mom is overjoyed! However, it seems Mom can't hold you as casually as before." Hearing this, I panicked and hugged her tightly, saying urgently, "No! I want Mom to be like before! I won't let Mom ignore me!" Mom patted my back and smiled, "Mom isn't ignoring you. Mom still loves you as much as before, but you're a man now. Always wanting Mom to hug you isn't right." Pushing me away, Mom glanced at my crotch and said, "Mom's going to call a friend. We won't go see her today. Go back to your room and rest, and you'll be fine." I went back to my room and lay on the bed, my mind a jumble of thoughts, not knowing what I was thinking. A while later, Mom knocked on the door. "What is it, Mom?" I jumped, asking, "Xiao Zhe, Mom has something to tell you. Can I come in?" I tensed up, glancing at my crotch—still erect—and quickly said, "Mom, why don't you say it from outside?" Mom, true to her word, immediately understood that my penis was probably still hard. She said, "Oh, never mind then, we'll talk tonight. You get some rest. Don't be shy or blame yourself. Mom will call you when it's time for dinner. You can play on the computer; it's your holiday, so relax." I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn on the computer when I heard a rapid knocking. Before I could even ask, Mom had already opened the door. I looked at her in surprise; it had been a long time since she had barged into my room without my permission like this. Mom hurried over to me, anxiously saying, "Xiao Zhe, let Mom see your thing." I was startled, not understanding, and asked, "Which one?" Mom blushed, pointed to my crotch, and said, "Your little penis." Now it was my turn to blush, and I stammered, "Ah! How can that be? Mom, don't say such strange things." Seeing my embarrassment, Mom became a little anxious and said, "Xiao Zhe, this isn't the time to be shy. Do you know how long you've been in here?" I shook my head; I hadn't been paying attention to the time. Mom said, "It's been almost an hour. Mom was going to tell you some things about physical development and relationships between the sexes, so you wouldn't be unsure how to cope with the changes in your body and mind. But then I suddenly remembered something: prolonged erection can cause significant damage to the corpora cavernosa. Even adults rarely can withstand an erection for an hour. You're so young; I don't want anything to happen. Let Mom see it." "Although I didn't feel uncomfortable myself, I was startled to see my mother so worried, but I was still embarrassed. In her haste, my mother squatted down and pulled my pants down to my knees. In an instant, my penis sprang out. My penis is much larger than that of men my age; when erect, it's a good thirteen or fourteen centimeters long and as thick as a goose egg. I've taken sex education classes, and I know that this size is already the size of many adults. Adults seem to call their penis 'jiba,' which has a strangely lewd feel to it. But anyone who sees my penis would only describe it as 'jiba,' not as 'jiji' like teasing a child. My mother probably didn't expect my penis to be so big. When it sprang out so suddenly, she couldn't dodge in time. My penis grazed her face and touched the tip of her nose. The glans emitted a faint fishy smell, which seemed to travel through her nostrils and reach her heart." My face flushed crimson instantly, and my mother's eyes were fixed on my penis. Although it was large, it was white and tender, the glans pointed and retracted under the foreskin, standing erect like a long spear in front of her. My mother asked in a trembling voice, "Is it already this big?" The atmosphere in the room suddenly became strange. Fortunately, my mother hadn't forgotten her purpose. She composed herself and asked, "Xiao Zhe, how are you? Does your penis hurt?" I shook my head and said, "No." My mother said "Oh," patted her chest as if relieved, and then said, "Still not good. You need to ejaculate quickly, or you'll get sick from holding it in. Xiao Zhe, have you ever masturbated?" "Ah, no, Mom, how could I do something so shameful?" I honestly told my mother that I had never masturbated. My mother glanced at me in surprise and laughed, "That's right, I was confused. If you knew how to masturbate, you wouldn't have been hard for so long." Her tone was tinged with relief. She stood up and said gently, "Come on, let me teach you. But remember, masturbation is a bad habit. This is a special case; you're not allowed to get addicted to it in the future." I hummed in agreement, about to tell her that although I'd never masturbated before, I actually knew how. After all, in this age of information overload, you can understand many things even if you've never seen them. However, my mother had already come up behind me, her hands reaching around my waist, grabbing my hands, and placing them on my penis, making me hold it with one hand and support my testicles with the other. She whispered in my ear, "Xiao Zhe, use your right hand to stroke back and forth, and gently massage your testicles with your left hand." I froze. My mother hugged me from behind, her full breasts pressed against my back, her lower abdomen rubbing against my buttocks. Her warm, moist breath brushed against my ear. A soft, smooth sensation spread across my back, even more pleasurable than when I was gripping my penis with both hands. Seeing me dazed, Mom assumed I wasn't doing anything and started stroking my penis back and forth. "Ah!" I let out an internal howl. Mom, unaware of the movement, pressed her entire body against my back, writhing rhythmically, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Even through my clothes, I could feel her warmth scorching my skin. A pair of large, bouncy breasts pressed against my vest; I could feel their subtle changes in shape. The allure and pleasure emanating from my back was ten times stronger than the sensation on my penis, driving me almost insane. Suddenly, I grabbed Mom's hand. Startled, I pressed her small hand onto my penis. I felt her breathing become heavy; she struggled slightly but couldn't break free. My mother's hands were smooth and slender. The moment she grasped my penis, I felt an urge to ejaculate. I used her hands to quickly stroke my penis, faster and faster. I felt a dizzying, weightless sensation, as if only my back was there for support. I quickly reached back, trying to steady myself, but instead grabbed my mother's plump buttocks. I tilted my head back, rubbing my face against hers, murmuring, "Mommy, oh, Mommy... ahhhhh, I'm flying." My voice trembled strangely. My strange trembling seemed to have a magical effect. My mother was somewhat distracted, not even noticing that my hand had released hers and that I was kneading her buttocks. Her small hands continued to stroke my penis, while her palms gently squeezed and vibrated my glans. A slippery, transparent liquid secreted from my glans, spreading in her palms with her movements. My body stiffened, and I finally ejaculated, thick, hot, milky-white semen bursting in my mother's palm. Mother and son both let out a long sigh of relief. I finally came to my senses. What had I just done? I had used my mother's hand to masturbate, and even ejaculated my filthy semen onto her hand. My God, my mother was so pure and flawless, and I had defiled her with such a vile act. My mother's hand was slippery, and semen dripped from her delicate, slender fingertips onto the ground. This scene pierced my eyes like a needle, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Later, my mother and I finally got together. After one passionate night of lovemaking, I brought up this incident. Under my persistent nagging, my mother shyly told me how she felt. She said she never expected such a thing to happen, and that she was even too embarrassed to teach me about sex.She mustered all her courage to come to my room. Teaching me masturbation went beyond her reason and moral boundaries. If it weren't for her boundless love for me, she would never have done it. However, things unfolded completely beyond her control. When I grabbed her hand and placed it on my penis, she froze. So many times, she had been alone in her room, rejecting countless suitors for me. Who knows how painful that endless emptiness was, those countless midnight dreams? But she endured it night after night. Over the years, she had forgotten how hot a man's penis could be. When my penis sprang from my pants and landed on her face, the throbbing glans seemed to grow infinitely larger before her eyes, filling her vision. The fishy, pungent smell was like a nuclear bomb, blasting a hole in the wall surrounding her heart. When her hand grasped my penis, her mind went blank. The scalding heat almost made her want to run away; the throbbing sensation felt like grasping a giant dragon. Losing her ability to think, she could only instinctively stroke my penis as I moved. Turning back, her hands were covered in semen. My mother seemed flustered and finally fled my room. I turned back and lay on the bed, burying my head in the pillow, too afraid to face her. It felt like an eternity before I heard my mother call me, "Xiao Zhe, Xiao Zhe, what's wrong?" I looked up and saw that my mother's expression had returned to normal. She sat on the edge of the bed, patted my back, and asked with concern, "Xiao Zhe, are you alright? Hehe, still shy? Actually, you don't need to worry. What part of your body haven't I seen and touched? You're in puberty now; it's normal to have some naive fantasies and impulses. If you didn't have these impulses, I would be worried." Seeing my still gloomy face, my mother dropped a bombshell, saying, "Mom really isn't angry. Xiao Zhe is Mom's precious baby. In Mom's heart, there's nothing dirty about Xiao Zhe. If Xiao Zhe's semen is dirty, then his saliva is dirty too!" "Mom was originally going to teach you how to kiss girls. It seems that's not possible now. Xiao Zhe probably finds Mom's saliva disgusting." I suddenly looked up at Mom, intending to say, "Saliva and semen are not the same thing." But seeing Mom's blushing, pouting lips, my attention immediately focused on what she had just said about teaching me to kiss. I didn't know if Mom was trying to comfort me, to stop worrying about semen, or if she really intended to teach me. But subconsciously, I took it as true. I looked at Mom's small mouth. Although I saw it every day, it seemed only now did I suddenly realize how beautiful it was—her soft, delicate chin, her small, exquisite mouth, her thin, tender, almost transparent lips, naturally pursed when she wasn't speaking, like two juicy lychee slices tinged with pink. It made you want to take a bite. Her pearly teeth were full and white as jade. As she spoke, a delicate little tongue danced nimbly between her lips and teeth. "How could Mom's saliva be dirty? It must be the sweetest thing in the world. How could I possibly dislike it?" I said, gazing fascinated at her little mouth. I longed to taste it myself. Mom seemed to understand my gaze, her eyes darting away slightly. She said, "So Mom won't dislike Xiao Zhe's semen. Don't worry about it. Mom's going to make you some food." With that, she turned and left. She was just comforting me, wasn't she? I felt a pang of disappointment, followed by an overwhelming sense of guilt, caught in this internal struggle. After a while, everything seemed to calm down and finally return to normal. At dinner, Mom acted as if nothing had happened, her expression completely unchanged. She called me as usual, "Little darling, time to eat," and as usual, patted my head when I sat down, affectionately telling me to eat more. After dinner, she chatted on the phone with her friends for ages, laughing and talking. I kept staring at her, trying to spot something amiss, but to no avail. In the afternoon, she said she was going shopping and told me to stay home and play games. I was a little frustrated; the morning's events had been a huge blow to me, and I kept getting distracted while playing games and getting eliminated. But Mom seemed completely unaffected, shopping and buying a ton of my favorite foods and several of the latest clothes. She happily tried them on for me to see. Every time she buys clothes, she acts like a child, walking around in front of me, showing off her new outfits. In the evening, she asked me to watch TV with her. I had absolutely no interest in the family dramas she watched, but she watched them with tears in her eyes until after nine o'clock. Then she took a shower, grabbed a yoga mat, and started doing yoga in the living room. So, no matter how outrageous what happened this morning, she just saw it as her precious son being naughty again? Was it no different from me breaking the window of my English teacher's house that made me stand for a whole class? That's why she could completely ignore the incredibly embarrassing morning and do what she always did? So, in her heart, I'm still that adorable little darling? Although this was exactly what I expected, why do I still feel such a huge sense of disappointment? Ugh! That's completely different from breaking a window! I realized that in my mother's heart, I'm still her little Zhe who never grew up. But I can clearly feel my racing heart telling me that, from some point on, my mother is no longer just the mother who accepts all my flaws, gives me meticulous care, and shelters me from the storm. There's also this indescribable, vague feeling that makes me incredibly guilty whenever I try to understand it. Before going to bed, I felt increasingly depressed. I just quickly scrubbed myself in the shower and went back to my room. I didn't see that as I closed the door, my mother collapsed onto the sofa as if all her strength had left her, letting out a long sigh and staring blankly at my door. Lying in bed, my thoughts were in turmoil. Was everything that happened this morning just a dream? No, absolutely not. My mother's soft breasts pressed against me, her warmth, the trembling of her small hands gripping my penis—it was all real. But in Mom's eyes, these were perfectly normal things. In her words, it was just the stirrings of a teenage boy's heart. No, no, no… I angrily pounded the sheets. Wait… I think I've discovered something. Scenes from the day flashed through my mind like a movie. Although Mom still piled a lot of food on my plate at mealtimes, she didn't use her chopsticks to feed me. Usually, she liked to use her chopsticks to pick up my favorite dishes and wave them in front of me like teasing a puppy, while I would quickly bite the food and hold her chopsticks in my mouth, not letting her take them away. This was our favorite game at the dinner table. Why didn't she play it today? Was it because there was her saliva on the chopsticks, or was she afraid of getting my saliva on them? But wasn't she always like that? The saliva was still the same saliva, but was the person eating the saliva feeling different? Thinking this, my heart skipped a beat. What was different? A kind of unspoken expectation grew in my heart. Ahhh, and another thing, and another thing! Mom's new clothes are different from usual. I wasn't paying attention tonight because I was in a bad mood, but now that I think about it, Mom usually prefers solid-colored clothes, but today she bought red and yellow patterned ones. Why? Is it because she wasn't in the mood to shop and just bought whatever she wanted? The more I thought about it, the more excited I got. Hmm… and also, although Mom seemed very engrossed in watching TV today, she kept eating the snacks she bought for me, things she usually shows no interest in. I almost jumped for joy. Oh, and another thing, Mom did yoga for less than a third of her usual time today. She's maintained this routine for over ten years without fail. Why did she lose her rhythm? "Mom, Mom, my mom," I murmured incoherently. I suddenly had an incredibly strong urge to open the door and see what Mom was doing. It seemed like I wanted to confirm the uncontrollable, almost surfacing suspicion in my heart. I gently opened the door, the lock…A soft "click" sounded like thunder to me. Luckily, Mom didn't hear it. I looked into the living room and saw her folding a piece of white paper, completely unaware of my presence. She was unlike her usual alert self, like a kitten. Origami was her favorite way to relieve stress when she was upset. Normally, seeing Mom like this would have broken my heart, and I would have immediately gone to her, begging and pleading until she cheered up. But now, while I still felt heartache, I felt a surge of secret joy. It turned out Mom wasn't as nonchalant as she seemed. I suddenly understood the look in her eyes at breakfast; the meaning conveyed there must have been exactly the same as the look in her eyes now as I gazed at her profile. "Mom, so you've had these feelings for me all along? Why didn't you say it? Was it because I was too young? Or were you unsure what these feelings meant? Or…" A thousand words seemed to surge from my chest, but they stuck in my throat. I retreated to my room, and the moment I closed the door, I felt as if all my strength had drained away. I slid slowly to the floor, leaning against the door. Yet, my heart suddenly surged with power. I finally understood what that indescribable feeling in my heart was. It was love. I love my mother, the kind of love a man has for a woman. It's the love of wanting to have her, to care for her, to be someone she can rely on. My previous insecurity wasn't about fearing the judgment of others, about facing obstacles; it was about fearing that my mother's love didn't contain the qualities I desired, fearing that when I expressed that love, I would see hurt, disappointed, and disgusted eyes. But now, my heart was overflowing with strength. What did the world's opinions and obstacles matter to me? From birth, my world has only revolved around my mother, and it will only ever need her. Besides, even if my mother cared about these things, the world is so big. Couldn't we just move somewhere else and live a blissful life together? "Well, the biggest problem right now is that Mom doesn't dare to face her own heart." "Then let me release your inner feelings. Mom, I love you," I murmured to myself. "Mom, I love you, goodnight!" I shouted through the bedroom door. Mom chuckled softly from the living room, "You little rascal, not sleeping properly, aren't you afraid of disturbing the neighbors with all that shouting?" "I don't care, I want Mom to say you love me too, otherwise I won't sleep!" I shouted mischievously again. The bedroom door opened, and Mom poked her head in, saying, "Okay, okay, Mom loves Xiao Zhe too, but if Xiao Zhe doesn't sleep well, Mom will change her mind." "I'm already asleep!" I shouted quickly, pulling the blanket over my head, and immediately snoring began from under the covers. Mom saw my antics, smiled again, and said, "You little devil who'll never grow up." That night I slept especially soundly because I had a very beautiful dream.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/192449.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=192449&aspx=1

Previous Page : The Record of the Celestial Beings

Next Page : The romantic story of Xiang Shaolong to the State of Zhao

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

My love for my mother

comment Open a new window to view comments