A good bond between mother and child

Spokesperson for the Mother-Son Marriage

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(1) open the door for you

. Qin has returned. He traveled for two days and insisted on returning on the agreed-upon May 15th. For three months,

he has not written a letter or even made a phone call.

When he returned, the door was open. Following the aroma of roast beef, Qin entered the kitchen, where Di'er was cooking.

Qin walked behind her, reached out and embraced her, kissing her cheek. He wanted to kiss her lips, but she turned her head

away . She pushed him away and said, "Don't do that. You just got back, quickly bring your luggage in. Dinner will be ready soon,

wash your face and we'll eat."

While Di'er was preparing in the kitchen, Qin's arms tightly embraced her waist from behind, his lips

searching for her sensitive areas at her temples and the back of her neck.

"Be good and stop bothering me, the beef will burn if I don't take it out soon."

"Let it be."

"Even if you don't eat it, I'm going to eat it."

Till sent Qin to light the candles on the table, then brought out the roast beef.

"We haven't had a dinner like this in a long time," Till said.

Since her husband was injured in a car accident a year ago and paralyzed from the waist down, Till hadn't had a good day.

Qin, having finished his last exam, rushed home, traveling for two days to be back in time for this meal.

Till watched Qin stuff a large piece of beef into his mouth, juices dripping from the

corner , and couldn't help but laugh.

Qin noticed Tir staring at him and smiling, so he quickly swallowed the meat in his mouth and said, "

What ?"

"Your eating manners."

"What?"

"The corners of your mouth and face..."

Qin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at Tir to see her reaction.

Tir couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

Tir noticed Qin looking at her. Her childishness vanished, revealing her handsome face.

"You haven't wiped your mouth clean yet." "

Where?" "

Here." Tir wiped the left corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and said.

"Here?" Qin did as she asked.

Tir shook her head.

Qin wiped it again.

Dier stood up, walked to Qin, and wiped the meat juice from his mouth. Qin took her arm and pulled her close, causing her

to lose her balance and fall into his arms. Dier simply nestled limply in his embrace.

For some time now, Qin had become her emotional support. They were on the edge of intimacy, constantly teetering

on the edge. Dier hadn't actually done anything, only exuding her mature femininity. She was calculating Qin's next move

. Her reaction was a weak, feeble protest. She couldn't muster any authority, nor could she find a reason to

refuse . Clearly, she couldn't resist Qin's advances. She could only close her eyes and let his kisses rain down

upon her.

Without a word, Qin picked Dier up, like carrying a bride into the bridal chamber, and placed her on the sofa

. Her heart pounded, leaping out of her chest. Qin kissed her, his hands awkwardly searching for the bow on her apron and the zipper on her

skirt , stripping her naked from head to toe until she lay on

the bed, completely naked. Only then did Qin remove his own clothes. At this moment, Til covered her chest with one hand and her private parts with the other,

trying to conceal her shyness.

Til closed her eyes, unable to look at Qin's body. Qin gently pulled her hands away and then softly pressed himself against

her. Til found that the most natural movement for her hand was to hold Qin. Their bodies felt and explored each other

.

Qin tried to be gentle, a little reserved, as if he would lose his right if he did anything inappropriate. Only their heavy

breathing and their naked bodies entwined were heard. Til didn't speak, only closed her eyes, mustering all her

courage to accept her lover's love. Qin felt a chill at what he was about to do; he hoped Til would

protest now to stop this mistake. But Till seemed to let him do as he pleased, silently accepting

what was about to happen. Qin himself didn't want to stop; he was about to have what so many boys dreamed of.

They had already come this far; they could only go further, there was no turning back.

His fingers teased her desire inside. Her body rose and fell with Qin's commands. Till wanted Qin to

control her, to make her body submit to his dominion. Her dignity and restraint had long since

been stripped away with her clothes.

Her husband's death had filled the emptiness and chaos within her. Qin had also created a hole in her body, one that only he

could fill.

Till took Qin's penis, which throbbed powerfully in her hand, startling her. She

opened her legs a little wider, guiding him inside her, enveloping him completely, returning him to

the embryonic state . But Ti dared not linger on the pleasure of physical intimacy. Realizing an impending climax, she urged him on immediately. Qin,

unable to hold back, gave her a few breaths and unleashed his pent-up desire like a volcano.

Afterwards, Ti immediately pushed Qin away, picked up her clothes from the floor, and was about to put them on when Qin pulled her

close again.

"You're tired, you've been traveling for two days, and... go to sleep early."

"It's okay. We've been apart for three months, I wanted to talk to you for a while."

Qin took her hand and pulled her back to the sofa. He turned on the radio, played some light music, and filled the glass with the remaining half-bottle

of red wine . He returned to Ti's side, his arm around her bare shoulder. Ti bent her legs on the sofa;

the passionate scene and the wine she had just drunk made her face flushed, and her head felt a little heavy. Naturally, she

leaned her head against Qin's chest.

Qin's hands never left her breasts, gently caressing them and her nipples, wanting them

to remain erect like his penis.

Dier looked up at her lover and said, "I never imagined so much would happen in just over a year

."

"It was fate that brought you into my life."

Dier rested her head on Qin's lap and said, "You took advantage of me in that vulnerable moment. You were incredibly bold,

challenging someone beyond your station. You're still my good son."

"No, I'm your man now."

(2) Love in the Fading Light

Till hooked her arm around Qin's neck and pulled him down, wiping his face with her palm. The same face, but a different

perspective. Qin's hand gently slid down to her lower body, dabbing at the overflowing juice, and smeared it on Till's lips. Till stuck out

her tongue , licking the delicious dessert on his fingertips.

"Mom, this is so wonderful, it feels unreal."

"You've become my man and still call me Mom, aren't you ashamed?" "

But calling you by your name feels rather strange."

"Sweetie, you can call me anything, but don't call me Mom, I can't stand it." "Till? " "Hmm?" "I love you! " "You're so bold. " "You gave it to me." Actually, Till hadn't done anything. She simply exuded a mature charm. In her most bewildered and lost moment, Cupid's arrow struck unexpectedly. A year ago, Til's husband was seriously injured in a car accident. Qin rushed back from out of town; he was her only son. Overwhelmed with grief and sorrow, Til wept, her head resting on his arm, sobbing and convulsing. They stayed outside all night, until Til finally fell asleep in Qin's arms. Qin, roused, stayed by his mother's side, knowing that from now on, her happiness and support would rest on him. For two weeks, they stayed by her side outside the ICU, waiting for news that she had pulled through. Finally, her husband's life was saved, but he was paralyzed, and his temper became volatile and erratic, all of which he vented on . Til silently endured it all. After Qin left, the only comfort was his phone calls home. On either end of the line were heartfelt sobs and tender words of comfort. Unable to care for her husband at home, and on the verge of a mental and physical breakdown, Till had no choice but to send him to a sanatorium. None of her relatives understood her decision; only Qin supported her. She longed for spring break so Qin could return and be with her, offering her a shoulder to lean on. When Qin returned and saw Till's haggard appearance, he said, "Look at you, worn out like this. You deserve a few days off to relax." "But your father needs someone to take care of him." "Even you can't handle it, who can take care of you?" Till decided to temporarily set aside her burdens and went to a secluded island, finding a guesthouse . They rented a suite facing the sea, with a Jacuzzi on the balcony overlooking a tranquil beach. Qin held Till's hand as they strolled along the beach, collecting seashells and chasing the tide, letting the water wash away her worries. The waves truly had a soothing power, and Till quickly relaxed. With nothing much to do, she could lazily sit on the balcony, listening to the waves and enjoying the warm spring sunshine. In the evening, the innkeeper prepared a sumptuous dinner for them. After dinner , they soaked in the jacuzzi, drinking beer, watching the sunset, and counting stars. Till loved hearing about Qin's university life. And Qin loved hearing Till talk about her childhood. The mother and son discovered they had many topics to discuss. However, Qin wouldn't allow her to talk about her father, who was lying in a nursing home. Because their purpose in coming here was to escape this heavy burden, one that Till might have to carry for the rest of her life. When they were tired of talking, they went to sleep. There was only one large bed in the room, and Till seemed both bothered and indifferent, sleeping back-to-back with Qin. When she woke up the next day, Till found herself resting her head on Qin's firm arm. The buttons on her collar were loose, and her nipples were subtly exposed to Qin's gaze. The next evening, the hot water in the massage tub and Qin's gentle caresses completely relaxed her nerves and muscles. She became less reserved and decided to be more intimate in bed, finding refuge in his chest and temporarily escaping the storms of the world. After a few days on the island, Till realized how exhausted she truly was. Qin had been supporting . Three years ago, when she sent him to university, he was still a naive child. For years, she had focused all her attention on her husband until his accident. When Qin returned home to comfort him, she realized her son had grown up. She could now confide in him, and the more she wanted to be close to him and talk to him, the more she wanted to. Qin also confided in her. He told her he had fallen in love with a girl in his class, written her many letters, but hadn't sent them, nor dared to ask her out. Later, a classmate from a higher grade beat him to it, and he felt very sad. "Silly child, if you fall in love with a girl, you should tell her and pursue her." "But what if she doesn't like me and rejects me? Wouldn't that be worse?" "If you don't tell her, how will she know you're interested? Don't be afraid of failure or rejection. Trying is always better than losing an opportunity . As long as you have faith, miracles can happen." "Will there be miracles?" "Yes, there will be." The time spent isolated from the world, oblivious to its surroundings, quickly came to an end. "If only I could stay here forever," Till said to Qin on the day they left the island. "We can come again." At the door of the house, Till felt sad, knowing she would once again be fighting alone. As she watched Qin get into the car, Till called out to him, "Remember to write to me and call home." "Okay." "I'll miss you." "Me too." Till moved closer to him, stroking Qin's chin, and said, "Didn't you shave today? Your stubble is all over your face; you look unkempt . Girls don't like that." Qin didn't reply. A moment of silence followed. Till stood on tiptoe, put her arm around Qin's shoulder, and kissed him on the cheek. Her breasts swayed in Qin's hand through his sweater. She brushed them aside, then immediately pulled them back, pressing them to her chest. Qin hesitated for a few seconds before giving her a passionate kiss on the lips. Till, half-startled, pushed him away and ran back into the house. "Mom, take care! Wait for my call tonight!" Qin said, tears welling in his eyes. Till turned around, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　(3) Do not betray your loving lover What was going to happen happened; first, her husband died suddenly from an illness. That was a great relief for Till. Qin rushed back to attend the funeral, and as soon as he entered the house, Till threw herself into his arms and cried. Since Qin left, she was full of resentment from her husband and his family. Qin embraced the tearful girl, stroked her hair, and comforted her. He first wiped away her tears with his hands, and then kissed away the tears on her face. After the tears were kissed dry, Qin actually searched for her lips, darted away, and then chased after them.

Once again, Qin finally captured his prey.

She needed someone to love her, cherish her, and treasure her.

Qin's kisses grew deeper and longer. His unrestrained hands pulled up her short blouse, reaching for her bra

clasp.

"Qin, don't do this," Till protested, escaping the clutches of Qin's tongue. But his hands moved downwards

, sliding down her skirt, touching the coolness of her buttocks, lingering on the allure between her thighs.

"Qin, don't do this," she cried, again dodging Qin's tongue, pulling away from his bear hug, and straightening

her disheveled state .

"Sit down. We have many things to do."

Till reported on the funeral preparations, but Qin only saw her lips moving; he couldn't hear a word

she said. "Are you listening to me?" Till asked impatiently.

"Go ahead and tell me!"

The funeral is tomorrow.

That night, Till couldn't sleep. She heard Qin keeping the TV on in the living room until dawn. But she didn't dare come out to see

him.

At the funeral, Qin's gaze followed her like a shadow. Till kept her head down, avoiding Qin's gaze. His gaze seemed

to melt her. When their eyes met occasionally, she immediately felt naked. Qin kept trying to get close to her, but Till

avoided him.

"I have something to tell you," Qin whispered in Till's ear.

"Can we talk after the funeral?"

"We need to make things clear tonight."

After the reception at home, all the relatives and friends had left. Unable to bear the long silence, Qin moved closer to Dier,

placing a hand on her arm and staring directly into her eyes. "Are you afraid of me?" she asked.

"What did you say?"

she replied. "Why are you running away from me? You taught me that if you like a girl, you should tell her directly.

Now I'm telling you face to face, I've fallen in love with you."

"I know, you always loved me." "

Don't pretend," she said. "You know, you know what I mean."

"Don't say that, it's impossible."

"Impossible, but it happened. I've realized I've fallen in love with you. Now that Dad's gone, it's just the two of us,

we can love each other."

"But, I'm your mother!"

she cried. "But I've fallen in love with you. Do you love me? Answer me, sincerely. If you don't love me, I'll give up

."

"Don't force me, okay?" she pleaded.

"Tell me, do you love me or not?"

"I don't know."

"I know. You love me. We were so happy together on the island. Back at

school , I talked to you on the phone every day, and I missed you every moment."

"There's no future for us."

"You said that miracles happen when you have faith. The impossible becomes possible.

Didn't you often say on the phone and in your letters that you missed me and loved me?"

"Qin, don't pressure me like this! Your father's body is barely cold, and you're already saying these things to me. I

can't take it ."

"Mom, people say separation is the best test. I'm leaving tomorrow. Don't come to my graduation ceremony

. Let's separate for three months and think things through calmly. I'll be back on May 15th. If you don't want to

be , just lock the door. I'll know you don't accept my love, and I'll

disappear from your sight forever."

"Can't you stop?"

"What else can I do? You've made me realize that if you love someone, you should let them know. Even if you fail, being

rejected is better than keeping it to yourself."

"Qin, have you thought this through? The world is vast, there are plenty of girls out there.

You might not be back in three months."

"I will definitely come back. Tonight, I can't stay here, can I?"

"This is your home, why are you leaving?"

"After saying this, can I still stay here?"

"You will always be my son, this is your home. Now I only have you. It's late, leave

tomorrow !"

"If you don't see me for three months, how can I face you again? We might never meet again.

Can I kiss you again?"

Dier didn't speak, closed her eyes, and waited for Qin's kiss.

Just now she refused, now she agrees. Qin's anger has been rewarded.

Their lips barely touched before Tir pulled away, saying, "Tonight we won't do anything, just caress. Do

you agree ?"

Tir took Qin's hand and led him into the bedroom, where they slept fully clothed. Qin lifted her shirt,

touching her breasts through her bra, feeling her firm nipples harden. Between her thighs, the juices of desire seeped. He tentatively

unbuttoned her skirt, and Tir didn't protest, reaching down from the waistband until her mysterious triangle

was covered.

"Tonight we can only kiss, only caress, nothing else."

"I won't do anything you don't want to do."

Qin couldn't believe it was true, but Tir closed her eyes, moved closer to him, and offered her slightly parted lips. Qin

held her waist and unbuttoned her bra one button at a time. The bra clasp came undone and the shoulder straps slipped down. Qin's tongue

played with her breasts, licking the two glistening areolas, waiting, waiting for these two little flowers

to bloom for him. Qin's two fingers explored the space between her labia, between her stockings and panties, and he

gradually let out a rapid sigh, exhaling all his desire.

When they were tired of kissing and caressing, they embraced and fell asleep. But they couldn't sleep, so they kissed and caressed each other again. Until their sweet

words turned into whispers in their sleep, they slept for a while in a daze. When Di'er woke up, Qin had already left.

His warmth still lingered on the bed.

(4) The Matchmaker's Wedding Alliance

Three months later, Di'er took Qin's hand and entered the room again.

Till closed the door, still naked and facing away from Qin, sat on the edge of the bed, pulled a

robe , put it on, and turned to Qin, saying, "Let's sleep. Your luggage won't be moved in until tomorrow."

Qin slipped under the covers, and Till turned over, nestled in his arms, and fell asleep. Qin was also exhausted, too excited

to sleep. The furniture in this room was the same as it had been three months ago, and the smell was the same too. Only the arrangement had changed. The bedside table...

Without that faded wedding photo, Dad and everything connected to him were lost. This

drawer belonged to Dad; pulling it open, everything inside was gone except for two or three sets of underwear—his

. In the bathroom were two towels, a pair of toothbrushes, and a pair of men's slippers by the bed. Three months of separation had

brought his relationship with Till to a new level.

He clenched his fist, swung it, and softly said to himself, "I got it." Then

he whispered in Till's ear, "Till, my Till, I love you. We'll never be apart. Don't be afraid, nothing can defeat

us."

Till, still half asleep, heard Qin's childlike promise and smiled knowingly, for at that moment, he was the one she

wanted .

Till also slept restlessly, having several nightmares, dreaming of being ridiculed and insulted by relatives and neighbors. When she awoke with a start,

Qin was still beside her, about to nudge her awake, saying,

"You've woken up at the right time, get up quickly, we need to get going." "

Where to?"

"Our little island. I booked the room we stayed in before. You've been busy with the funeral, and I've been busy with graduation, let's

rest a bit, and I'll tell you my plans."

Tiffany was pulled out of bed and pushed into the bathroom. When they came out together, they both smelled the same fresh

scent . The sea breeze from the ferry had blown away the hangover and nightmares. The innkeeper greeted them with a smile at the door, recognizing

them, saying they looked well, and wishing them a long and happy marriage.

In the room, Tiffany saw a bottle of champagne with a card that read, "Happy Honeymoon," and she realized

what meant.

"Hey, what are you doing? What honeymoon?"

Twenty-one years of marriage, accustomed to the rigid routine of married life. Her husband was a good man, but lacked romance. The past

year had been like a withered tree, until Qin returned, bringing her a second spring.

Qin said, "We need to move to the city, buy a house, find a job, and then have a child."

"Selling the old house, including the insurance money, we can definitely buy a house in the city. But having a child? Are you kidding me

?"

"I'm not kidding. If you marry me, you have to have my child. I'm serious." Til hadn't expected

Qin to want to discuss marriage with her.

"Who said I wanted to marry you? Who said I'd have a child? Do you know how old I am?"

Qin seemed serious. Til's reaction made him sullen all day. To cheer him up, Til

turned on the jacuzzi on the balcony after dinner. She wore only a tank top and went into the water, then emerged. Her body, clinging to the

soaking wet tank top, revealed her curves.

"Hurry up and open the champagne. Did you bring me here just to throw a tantrum?"

Qin arrived, completely naked, and brought two glasses of champagne, sitting down next to Dier.

"Qin, I'm sorry. I thought you were joking."

"I intend to have you by my side for life."

"Aren't I already by your side?"

"I want you to be my wife, to bear my children."

"But you've never proposed to me."

"Now, I formally propose to my beloved. Will you marry me?"

"Have you thought it through?"

"Three months, I've thought about it every day."

"It must be a karmic entanglement from a past life; your husband died, and you remarried, this time to his son."

"That means you agree. Look, the moon has risen, bearing witness for us."

They drank together.

"I will be a good husband from now on. May the Old Man of the Moon be my witness, and I make this vow."

"The Old Man of the Moon is senile, he's paired us up wrongly."

Qin embraced his bride and gave her a deep kiss. Her soaked vest revealed Di'er's

sexy .

"Let's go inside.

" "Right here." "

There's no privacy here."

"That's right. Besides the Old Man of the Moon, it's just you and me."

"It's too embarrassing."

Qin ignored her protests, cupped Di'er's buttocks, lifted her up, spread her legs, and placed her on his thighs. He freed

one hand, grasped his penis, and inserted it inside her.

"Oh, be gentle." "

Okay."

"After I marry you, you can't see other women, I'll be jealous!"

"Of course! I'll agree to anything you say." "

But I can't guarantee I can get pregnant." "

Here we go again."

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that it's not easy to have children at my age."

"Okay, I'll try."

"Just saying it won't get a woman pregnant."

"Okay."

"Okay what?"

"So, doing it in a jacuzzi makes it easy to slip and drown..."

"Then, shall we?"

"How can we do it without force?"

"What did you say?"

"Can you be gentler?" Til pinched his arm hard, pouting, "If you don't do it now

, you're forfeiting."

"My rights, I'll never give them up."

He cupped her ample buttocks, thrusting his member to its fullest extent. Til clung tightly to his

waist his chest. A passionate embrace, completely exposed to the night's thousand eyes. Lips to

lips, kiss after kiss, one rising and falling, the other thrusting and withdrawing, synchronized with the rhythm of the waves.

With the Old Man of the Moon as witness, mother and child are united as one, never to be separated.

May you live in harmony, a blessed union forever.

A happy ending!

(The End)

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