Mother and son's love affair

More than 500 kilometers south of the city, nestled in the Daqing Mountains, lies a place of breathtaking beauty, yet utterly impoverished

due to its extremely remote location. I was born there, and spent seventeen harrowing years there. Because of the extreme

poverty, people from my hometown flocked to this big city to work. The city offered the lowest, most arduous, and least

desirable jobs, and you could find people from my village there. Moreover, many of the thieves,

prostitutes, and drug addicts on the streets were also from my village.

Because of this, the city's residents looked down on people from the mountains, even though they couldn't live without

us. Living in this city, I always felt inferior, terrified that people would know I came from

there , and that my classmates would despise me. But what shamed me most was my mother. I was born without

a father, an illegitimate child born after my mother was raped; she was only fifteen years old then.

Before that day, she was an ordinary rural girl,

living . But on her way home from school that day, a pair of brutal hands gagged her,

dragged her into the woods, and roughly stripped her of her thin clothes. Then…

in that closed-off and backward rural area, a woman's chastity was even more important than life itself. One can imagine the

devastating blow this was to my mother's family. My elderly grandparents, unable to bear the shock, soon

passed away , leaving only my uncle to care for my mother. From then on, no family wanted to marry a woman like my mother,

and she had to raise me alone, enduring hardship under the scorn of the villagers. From the time I was old enough to understand, I lived under

the pressure of societal norms, never experiencing the joys of childhood.

No child wanted to play with me; I was always subjected to their ridicule and humiliation, and the whispers and pointing fingers of

adults behind my back. In this harsh environment, I developed a cold, withdrawn, and never-give-up

personality. I hated almost everyone, even my mother. I hated my mother for giving birth to me, for making me

suffer such torment from the moment I was born. At home, I rarely smiled at my mother, and we

hardly ever . I took everything she did for me for granted. I vowed that when I grew up, I would leave

this place, make something of myself, and live an upright life.

At seventeen, I finally fulfilled my first vow. I achieved excellent results in the college entrance examination and was admitted to

the prestigious university I am currently attending, leaving behind the place that had filled me with nightmares. My mother was finally able to hold her

head high ; for the first time, she could stand tall in front of the villagers. Of course, her burden became even heavier; my exorbitant

tuition fees weighed heavily on her. But my mother never uttered a single word of complaint in front of me. This was because no matter how

hard or tiring it was, as long as I was successful, her heart was filled with sweetness. I was my mother's greatest and only pride,

her entire life. But at that time, I didn't realize any of this. I still took my mother

's hard work for granted, as if it were all my due, and my mother was paying off a debt.

In this city, I began a new life, trying hard to forget that humiliating past.

In life, there are many things that seem insignificant. When you don't have them, it doesn't seem to matter, and you

can drift through life aimlessly. But once you have them, you can never live without them. These things

are often right beside us, such as sincerity, family affection, and love. Once, after returning home for vacation, I

unintentionally saw a blood donation form for my mother. From that moment on, I stopped hating her. Returning to school

, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief, as if I had grown up a lot. I no longer complained about fate, nor was I

ashamed of my humble origins. I began to feel incredibly proud to have such a wonderful mother.

Four years later, I graduated from university. Due to my excellent grades, I was hired by a large company.

The first thing I did after finding a job was to bring my mother to live with me. At first, my mother was reluctant, after all,

she had lived in the mountains for decades, and it was hard for her to sever ties. What she missed most was my uncle's family. But with my uncle

's patient persuasion, my mother reluctantly agreed. To make it easier to take care of my mother, I bought a three-bedroom apartment near my company on

an installment plan. Having grown accustomed to living in low-rise village houses, my mother

found it very difficult to adjust to this high-rise apartment, which felt like a birdcage. It was the first time in her life she had taken an elevator to her new home on the fifteenth floor.

When the door opened, she looked at me blankly, hesitant to enter. Having lived a life of hardship and poverty,

she couldn't believe this was her new home, standing before the spacious and bright space. Looking at the bright and cozy

decor , the brand-new and comfortable furniture, and the appliances she had never seen before, she was like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden,

looking at this and touching that with great curiosity. My mother said, "Son, this house is so nice. City people really know how to

enjoy life. It must have cost a lot of money."

I said, "Mom, you've suffered so much for me; it's time for you to enjoy yourself. Just settle down and live comfortably.

Later, when I have more money, we'll move to an even bigger house." I helped my mother sit down on the sofa.

I could see she was very excited; her eyes were red.

My mother settled in. After the initial excitement and novelty wore off, she quickly felt extremely unfamiliar and uncomfortable with

everything . Many things that seemed simple to me, she had to learn from scratch. She

didn't know how to use the microwave, how to operate the washing machine, and she wasn't used to sleeping on a Simmons mattress. What bothered her most was that, being in a strange place

, she had to spend most of her day at home, feeling quite lonely. The happiest time of day for my mother

was when she prepared delicious meals and waited for me to come home so we could eat together. I also went home promptly after work every day, afraid that my mother would be waiting

anxiously. After dinner, I would watch TV with her, chat, or take a walk in the garden downstairs. When she

was home alone , my mother was always busy. She kept the house spotless and tidy,

scrubbing everything until it was immaculate. It seemed that being busy had become a part of her life.

When she first moved in, due to her extreme discomfort with the new lifestyle, my mother made quite a few funny mistakes.

For example, when cooking, because she didn't know how to use the electric cooker, she would either burn the rice or make a pot of uncooked rice. She

was also afraid of elevators, and once even got trapped inside and almost got lost. But the most embarrassing and

unforgettable incident happened in the bathroom.

It was a Sunday, and I had spent the whole afternoon installing the electric water heater in the bathroom. After dinner,

I let my mother take a shower. She used to bathe in a wooden tub; this was her first time using a water heater.

I was quite nervous. It took me ages to teach her before my mother finally managed to learn. After she went inside, I went back to the living room to watch TV. I'd

only been sitting for a few minutes when I heard a scream from the bathroom. Afraid something had happened, I rushed

over and flung open the locked bathroom door. The bathroom was steamy, the showerhead was on the floor, spraying scalding

hot water, and my mother was slumped over the edge of the bathtub, looking at me with lingering shock. Seeing that she was alright, my heart

finally calmed down. But when my gaze fell on her, my young heart began to pound again.

I saw a mother I'd never seen before. In her panic, she had forgotten to cover herself, and her naked body

was completely exposed to me. I'd seen naked beauties before, but this was the first time I'd ever seen my mother's body. She

was tall, with a slender waist and rounded hips, her figure curvaceous. Over twenty years of exposure to the sun and wind

had darkened , but it was still very smooth. Her breasts were large, full and plump, and her nipples were still red.

My mother's hair was undone, her long, black hair cascading over her smooth, rounded shoulders. Her long, slender legs were pressed tightly together,

the soft pubic hair at the base of her thighs faintly visible. Though it only lasted a few seconds, it was an unparalleled

shock to me. Time seemed to freeze; despite my best efforts to restrain myself, I couldn't stop the primal urges

surging within me. My mother suddenly realized what was happening, and embarrassed, she hurriedly covered herself with a towel, saying, "Son,

I accidentally burned myself, but I'm fine now. You can go out now." I was jolted awake from my reverie, my face flushed

, and I awkwardly agreed, lowering my head as I left. Back in the living room, I still couldn't calm down.

I had always only seen my mother as a mother; only today did I realize that she was also a woman.

Now, thinking about it, my mother is only thirty-eight years old. My mother's appearance is actually very pleasing to the eye: an oval face,

willow-leaf eyebrows , and bright, dark eyes. While not a stunning beauty, she is very attractive. My mother's simple and gentle nature, in particular

, enhanced her feminine charm. I thought about how, as a mother, she had toiled for me for twenty

years ; as a woman, she had never experienced a single day of womanhood's joy. She was truly unfortunate.

All night, my mother's naked body kept flashing before my eyes. That night, I couldn't sleep.

In the following days, my mother and I felt somewhat awkward when we were together. I tried to forget

that night , but it wouldn't go away. I felt so dirty, so vulgar. Many days passed before

the pressure of work gradually made me forget about it. Unbeknownst to me, my mother had been living in her new home for over half a year. She was

much fuller-figured than before, her skin was fairer, and in her elegant, well-fitting clothes, she looked

even more sexy and charming. She also started to care more about her appearance; cosmetics and perfumes she had never used

before were now appearing on her body. Furthermore, she had become more cheerful and loved to laugh. Seeing my mother

happier every day brought me much comfort. However,

my own love life was always unsuccessful. My current girlfriend is my fifth girlfriend. She works at

the same company as me, and we've been dating for a few months.

She's quite attractive and comes from a good family, but for some reason, I just can't seem to connect with her. She's not

my type. But even I'm confused about what kind of person I'm looking for.

Finally, my lukewarm attitude made my new girlfriend lose patience. Once, I

was a few minutes late for a date because I had a cold and went to the hospital. She took the opportunity to throw a tantrum, accusing me of not caring about her and threatening to

break up with me. I'm no longer the naive young man I was when I was pursuing Mina, and I was already in a bad mood.

In a moment of impulsiveness, I thought, "Fine, let's break up then," and turned and left.

When I got home, I had a terrible headache, and my body was hot and cold; I was almost at my breaking point. My mother saw

how badly I looked and rushed me inside to lie down. She busied herself, first covering me with a blanket, then applying a damp

towel to my forehead, and finally giving me medicine. I felt dizzy and hot, and kept kicking off

the blankets . My mother, afraid I'd catch a cold, kept covering me up again. By this time, I was delirious,

muttering incoherently. Gradually, the medicine took effect, and I drifted off to sleep. I don't know how much time passed, but I woke up

because was thirsty and found my mother still sitting by the bed, chin in hand, fast asleep. I looked at the clock;

it was already past two in the morning. Looking at my mother's exhausted appearance, I was deeply moved, my eyes welled up with tears, and

I unconsciously took her hand. My mother woke up, blushed, and pulled her hand back, saying somewhat embarrassedly

, "Child, are you feeling better? Look, I'm getting old; I fall asleep as soon as I sit here."

I said, "Mom, why don't you go to sleep? Don't ruin your health for my sake. You should go to sleep;

sweating it out makes me feel much better." My mother said, "You're so sick; how can I sleep? If I don't watch you,

you'll kick off the blankets in no time." You've sweated so much, you look so weak. Lie down, I'll get you something

to eat. My mother went to the kitchen and soon

returned . She said, "My child, sit up, eat it while it's hot.

" I was too excited to speak and silently took the noodles. Perhaps because I hadn't fully recovered from my illness, I had no strength and

almost spilled the noodles. My mother quickly took the bowl, saying with concern, "My child, you're not better yet, let

me feed you." I couldn't refuse, so I let my mother feed me. My mother fed me carefully, afraid of burning me,

blowing on the noodles every time she picked them up before putting them in my mouth. Seeing me eating so heartily, my mother smiled happily.

As I ate the noodles, I gazed at my mother. In the soft light,

a , and combined with her kindness and focused expression, I felt my mother was truly beautiful, and I was mesmerized

.

Suddenly, an uncontrollable thought welled up inside me: how wonderful it would be if I could have

a girlfriend ! At that moment, I finally understood that the other half I had been searching for was

a woman like my mother. Thinking about it, I blurted out, "Mom, you're so good." My mother said, "Silly child, you're

a piece of my flesh. If I'm not good to you, who else should I be good to? Eat your food properly, don't keep staring at me like that, it makes me feel

embarrassed." I said, "Actually, Mom, you're really beautiful, and you're getting more and more beautiful." My mother said, "

Don't laugh at me. Kid, did you break up with that girl?" I said, "Mom, you are…" My mother said, "You

were talking nonsense just now, you scared me to death. It's over, don't take it to heart. Kid, what do you want to find…"

"Tell your mother what kind of woman you want. So I can ask someone to find one for you."

I said, "I...I just want someone like Mom." My mother said, "Don't talk nonsense, you're so disrespectful." I said, "

I'm not lying, I'm serious, Mom. I really want to find a

girlfriend , but unfortunately, there are so few now." My mother smiled helplessly, thinking I was joking, and continued feeding me

noodles.

From that day on, my longing for my mother deepened. After a busy day, the thing I couldn't wait to do was

go home and be with my mother. Eating and talking with her became my happiest moments every day.

Sometimes when I was away on business, my biggest worry was still my mother. I could only

sleep soundly after talking to her on the phone every night. Sometimes, when we went shopping together, I would take the initiative to hold her soft little hand. At first,

my mother was very uncomfortable and embarrassed. I told her we were mother and son, what was there to be ashamed of? My mother

couldn't persuade me otherwise, so she had to let me do it. Gradually, my feelings for my mother subtly changed. My

love for her was no longer the simple love a son has for his mother; it was mixed with many other

emotions that I couldn't quite explain, especially after I began to see her as a woman. At the same time, I

suffered setbacks in my relationships. I was disheartened about marriage and starting a family. I finally understood that although I

had lived in the city for several years, deep down I was still the son of a village woman.

Those glamorous city women were probably not right for me. The kind and

pure was probably extinct in this city. Sometimes I would suddenly think,

how wonderful it would be if my mother and I weren't mother and son; I would definitely marry her. But then I would immediately berate myself for

having such filthy and disgusting thoughts about my mother; she was, after all, my biological mother. Even so, I couldn't stop

thinking about her. Why had I become like this? I didn't know. I looked for many books, hoping to

find the answer. In the book, I learned that it's normal for young men to have sexual

fantasies about their mothers and to have an Oedipus complex. Reading this brought me a slight sense of relief. I thought

my own inappropriate thoughts about my mother might be due to my youth and

immaturity . But this relief was fleeting, and I couldn't tell my mother about all these troubles.

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One Sunday, we went shopping together. On our way home, it was rush hour. The bus

was crowded, and my mother and I were pressed tightly together. My mother couldn't hold onto the handrail, and fearing

she would fall, I hugged her tightly. At first, nothing seemed amiss, but

when I felt her soft breasts pressed against my chest, I felt a surge of emotion and couldn't help but recall seeing her naked that night. My penis

uncontrollably swelled and hardened, pressing against her body. It was incredibly embarrassing; I desperately tried to suppress

my primal urges, but to no avail. My face was so hot, so burning, it must have turned completely red. Gradually, my mother sensed

my strangeness, and her face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She lowered her head, unable to look at me. We finally

got off the bus, and we scrambled out, both of us too embarrassed to look at each other. I didn't have the courage to hold my mother's hand, and silently followed

behind.

From that day on, I often dreamt of seeing my mother naked that night, and I even dreamt of

making love with her. When I woke up, I was filled with unbearable shame, wondering if I was a pervert,

a freak. I swore time and again that I would never do it again, but as if fate was deliberately playing tricks on me,

one day not long after, I completely fell into depravity.

That day, I drank a lot with businessmen and went home early. The house was quiet; I assumed my mother had gone out.

As I passed her room, I saw the door was ajar. I glanced inside casually and

froze… my mother was changing clothes. At this moment, she was only wearing close-fitting underwear,

exposing her rounded pink arms and slender, snow-white thighs. My mother was looking down in the wardrobe, searching for clothes, completely unaware that she had already

revealed herself.

She was noticeably fuller and whiter than when I last saw her. Although her underwear was very

conservative , I couldn't see her large breasts and plump buttocks. My gaze was completely focused

on her long, snow-white thighs, and the intense sensory stimulation made me tremble. Almost instantly, my penis became engorged

and hard, as if it would burst out of my crotch. At this moment, all ethical considerations had been thrown to the winds;

I greedily admired my mother's body. My heart was pounding; I clutched my chest tightly, afraid that

if I let go, my boiling heart would leap out.

Just then, my mother noticed me. Seeing that I reeked of alcohol, she put on a nightgown and came out, saying with a mixture of

anger and concern, "Son, you've drunk like this again. Come in and wash up." "I said, 'I'm fine, I

haven't had enough to drink yet.' I pushed my mother away and staggered towards the house, almost falling. My mother quickly caught me,

scolding, 'You can't even stand up straight, yet you still insist on being strong. Kid, you're not a child anymore, still so willful.' Finally,

we reached my room, and my mother was already sweating profusely.

For some reason, I tripped, and we both fell onto the bed, my 80-kilogram body

firmly pressing down on my mother. My mother cried out, 'Ouch!' and pushed me away forcefully. My mother said, '

Get up quickly, you're going to crush me.' I quickly propped myself up with my hands and said apologetically, 'Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…'

Suddenly, I froze, because my mother's coat, which she had been wearing, had fallen to the ground,

leaving her only in her close-fitting underwear. Her full breasts, which could not be concealed, rose and fell, her face flushed red, and her red lips opened and closed

as she breathed heavily. The outline of her large breasts was so alluring." My mother looked at me with some embarrassment,

completely unaware of how alluring she appeared. I was captivated. The pent-up desire, suppressed for so long

, finally erupted under the influence of alcohol. I abruptly leaned down, embraced my mother, and kissed

her roughly. My mother was clearly terrified by my actions, struggling in panic.

She said, "Son, don't do this, you're drunk, I'm your mother!" But once the floodgates of lust

were opened , they could not be stopped. At that moment, I couldn't hear my mother's pleas; I simply pressed her down firmly.

Beneath me, I kissed my mother wildly, reeking of alcohol, slurring, "Mom, please, don't

leave me, never leave me."

Only then did my mother realize something was wrong and began to struggle against me. But against her strong

son , her resistance seemed so weak and powerless. On the contrary, her resistance only fueled my

burning desire. I had only one thought: to possess my mother, to possess her body, so that she wouldn't be

taken away. My mother said, "Please, son, you're crazy, don't do this, don't do this, I'm your mother!" I

said, "I don't care, I want you, my mother is mine, no one can take her away." With a tearing sound, my mother's thin

bra instantly shattered. Her two bouncing, soft, full breasts were revealed before my eyes, two rosy nipples against her

snow-white peaks, incredibly alluring. I stared in

disbelief, my head pounding. My mother gasped, her whole body trembling violently, almost fainting from shame. She twisted

and struggled desperately. But the undulating waves of her snow-white breasts only fueled my heightened arousal.

I forcefully twisted my mother's hands, rendering her immobile. Only then did I have the chance to open

my eyes wide and calmly lewdly gaze at my mother's beautiful breasts. My mother was now powerless; she began to understand that resistance was

futile. She simply couldn't understand why her son had suddenly become a beast, and she desperately hoped it was all

just a nightmare. As I panted heavily, I placed my trembling hands on my mother's breasts. Her body

trembled, and she pleaded helplessly, "My child, no, no, I'm your mother!"

But I seemed to ignore her, greedily caressing her breasts, cupping them in my hands, and

sucking on her tender nipples with abandon. My mother was both anxious and ashamed, but could only watch helplessly as I violated her,

until she fainted. I, however, remained oblivious, continuing to frantically kiss my mother's neck and chest. By this time, my

penis was rock hard, pounding against my mother's legs. Even through several layers of fabric, I could

still feel the softness of her flesh. My mother's body was burning hot, and my heart was burning even hotter. I ripped open my shirt,

exposing my dark, shiny body to my mother. Then I pulled her into my arms, pressing her breasts

against my chest. I felt my mother's nipples harden, rubbing against my chest.

An indescribable sensation tormented my nerves, and I almost couldn't hold back from ejaculating. My hand instinctively

reached for my mother's panties. At this moment, my mother woke up, crying and screaming, using her last bit of strength to

resist . Her constantly writhing, graceful figure only fueled my animalistic desires. I easily broke down my mother's

last line of defense. My mother's most tender and shameful vulva was exposed before me, and

between her pink labia, like those of a young girl, a trickle of spring moisture was flowing. Her most private and shameful parts were being lecherously stared at by her son. This dangerous

signal made the mother instinctively clench her thighs together again. It all felt like a dream. I pulled down my pants,

grasped thick penis, and rubbed the swollen glans against the entrance of her vagina. At this moment, the mother was utterly

desperate. "No!" At the crucial moment, the mother slapped me hard across the face, instantly

waking .

My head throbbed, as if it were about to split open. Then I remembered the client saying that he had made a wine with various

aphrodisiacs . No wonder my penis was still so large, and I was so impulsive. I slowly sat up,

staring blankly at the messy bed, recalling the events of just moments before… and gradually realized that I had actually raped

my mother! I clutched my hair in anguish, unable to believe I had committed such a beastly act. I had so deeply

hurt my beloved mother. I wanted to kill myself. But the mistake had been made, and any repentance

seemed so futile now. My mother, her eyes red and swollen, her hair disheveled, dressed and carrying a small bag,

preparing to leave. I rushed forward, throwing myself at her feet, hugging her legs, and sobbing,

pleading, "Mom, Mom, don't go! I was wrong! You can hit me, you can scold me, but please, please don't

leave me!" My mother tried with all her might to break free, but failed. Finally, she leaned against the door in anguish,

sobbing softly, so weak she seemed about to collapse at any moment.

After a long while… my mother finally said through her tears, "Do you still consider me your mother? No matter what you did in the past, I

never blamed you. But today you've done this! How can I face anyone? Are you trying to force me

to die?"

I said, "Please don't, Mom! It's all my fault. I'm not human. I don't deserve to be your son. I

really love you so much. I know I shouldn't have these thoughts, but I just can't control myself. Mom, I beg you

, please forgive me just this once." "Don't go, I'll change. If you only feel better if I die, Mom,

just kill me." I knelt at my mother's feet, pleading with her, tears streaming down my face. My kind mother gradually

softened ; she could no longer hold back, collapsing to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. She cried, "Oh God,

why is my life so bitter!"

My mother didn't leave. But after such a heavy blow, she aged considerably.

Sometimes she wouldn't say a word all day, often sitting in her room lost in thought. From that day on, she

locked herself in her room, rarely going out, and naturally, she never went out with Uncle Liu again. Seeing my mother

like this, my heart felt like it was being ripped out.

But I was powerless to change anything. If I could, I would give my life for

a single smile from my mother. A somber atmosphere hung over the house, so oppressive that I could hardly breathe. I

feel the distance between us growing ever wider…

Dinner is the only time I spend with my mother all day, and after dinner, she immediately

goes back to her room, the door always tightly closed. But my love for my mother remains unchanged, even deeper than before.

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