[Love Like a Tide: Me and My Mother] (1-2) Author: adu138

Love Like a Tide: Me and My Mom

Author: adu138
Published on November 20, 2013 on sexinsex
Word Count: 11,000

PS: After reading this article, can you believe it was written in one go? However, the dilemma is that I originally wanted
to write about a cuckolded mother, and most importantly, can you believe that the next chapter can have two developments? Now I want to ask,
do you think it should develop towards a cuckolded mother or towards a fertile mother?
Write .

"Xiao Zhe, get up and have breakfast." "Slap," I received a light slap on my butt. I immediately
woke up with a start, reflexively pulling the towel over my body. It's July now, and I have
a habit of kicking off the covers when I sleep at night, so I'm only wearing underwear. And I, at sixteen years old, recently discovered that
every morning, my penis would be erect. And in this house, only one person wakes me up. So,
I immediately covered myself with the blanket to hide my embarrassing state, thinking, "How mortifying!" A faint, yet deeply
enchanting 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 bladder,
lips like cherries, eyes like morning stars, and skin as white as snow, more delicate than mutton fat.

This was my mother, An Xiaoyin. She was 38 years old this year, but perhaps even heaven couldn't bear to let time damage her
breathtaking beauty. Approaching 40, her skin was fair and smooth, with only a few fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes,
but this didn't detract from her beauty at all. Instead, it added a mature and alluring charm, her face so exquisite it seemed as if
God had painstakingly crafted it.
Few . With just a little light makeup, no one would doubt that she was only in her twenties.

When I opened my eyes, Mom smiled sweetly and said, "Get up and have breakfast, you lazybones." "Mom,
it's holiday time, 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 Mom during the holiday?" Saying that, she grabbed my
arm, trying to pull me up, but I didn't expect that although I was only sixteen years old, my body
was stronger than most of my peers because of practicing Taekwondo. I couldn't pull her up, and instead lost my balance, falling on top of me.

Now I was fully awake. Although Mom was not fat at all, she was 1.68 meters tall, with
a curvaceous , full breasts and hips. So her weight was about 50 kilograms.

The weight of about 100 kilograms suddenly pressing down on me made me feel like the air in my lungs was being squeezed out. I reflexively
hugged Mom, and then I froze. I felt a soft touch on her chest that made my face flush and my heart race. It was soft,
yet had an amazing elasticity.

I felt all my blood rush to my brain, and I imagine my face must be as red as a tomato
.

Of course, I knew those were my mother's breasts—"so big, so soft, so bouncy!" My mother didn't seem to be wearing a bra,
and because I had pulled the blanket up so hastily, it only covered her lower body, leaving her upper body naked. My mother, being a yoga practitioner, was wearing a loose white silk yoga outfit. It was very soft.

At that moment, our chests were pressed tightly together through the thin fabric, and it felt as if all
the cells related to touch had instantly converged on my chest. I could even feel her
breasts , her full breasts pressing against my chest with the pressure of her weight.
In that soft sensation, 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 thought, instinctively tightening my grip on
my mother's arms. I noticed how slender her waist was, so delicate it could be encircled with one hand, and
how strong it was thanks to years of exercise. Even through her clothes, I could feel her skin
was smoother than the silk she wore.

I felt ashamed of the filthy thoughts that had crossed my mind in that instant. She was my mother,
the one who had raised me alone with so much hardship. How could I have such dirty thoughts?

My mother seemed oblivious, gently tapping my nose and smiling, "Little Zhe, you've grown up so much, Mommy
can't carry you anymore. Get up, okay? Be good, Mommy will take you to a friend's house later." She straightened
up .

I breathed a sigh of relief. If she had stayed on top of me, I was afraid I would have had countless more
blasphemous thoughts.

My mother left, and I threw back the covers, ready to get up, only to find my penis erect and ready to fall. I
felt troubled.

I murmured to myself, "Mom, I've really grown up, but you don't seem to have noticed at all. You still act so affectionately
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 my 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." Usually, when Mom frowned, I would feel uneasy, 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 , "Even on a cloudy day, the charming South has a lingering charm." I don't
remember who wrote it, but I think it perfectly describes the charm of Mom at this moment.

I shook my head, shaking off these chaotic thoughts, and said perfunctorily, "Okay, I know."
After , I came to the dining table and saw, "Wow, it's my favorite preserved egg and lean pork congee." I couldn't resist sitting down and taking big bites.
The temperature was just right; Mom is always so thoughtful. I thought to myself, feeling warm inside. I looked up at Mom
and saw her also resting her chin on her hand, smiling as she watched me eat. Her eyes were watery, as if
they were about to drip honey. Her full breasts were pressed against the edge of the table, revealing a deep cleavage from the neckline of her leotard.

When Mom saw me looking at her, she blinked, seemingly flustered, and asked gently, "Why
aren't you , Xiao Zhe? Is there something on Mom's face? Or is the porridge not good?" 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, even though it was only for a moment before she covered up...
She had changed her expression, putting on the same gentle look as always. But no one in the world knew her better than me,
her own son. That look in her eyes was so beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful. It was
a look completely different from how she usually looked at me.

My heart was in turmoil. I didn't know what my mother meant by that look, but I inexplicably felt
my heart racing. Did my mother 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, every time my gaze left her…
Did she look at my back with that same look she did this 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 only with 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 passed away, she left the hospital and opened a
beauty salon specializing in traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture and massage. Initially, business was dismal because people
weren't , and the market was flooded with various chemical beauty treatments. My mother's salon had very few customers.

But she persevered. With her exceptional talent and extraordinary willpower, she developed a set of remarkably effective
traditional Chinese medicine beauty and wellness methods. She cultivated many repeat customers, and our lives improved. Now,
my mother 's beauty salon is the most popular in the city, and many wealthy women even travel from other provinces to seek her
treatments. Her superb beauty and wellness techniques are the reason why my mother is still
more beautiful .

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 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 hurried to the living room. Mom was wiping the table. She's always like this; she works hard outside, and
when she comes home , she makes sure the house is spotless, giving me a clean and comfortable home.

My eyes were a little wet. I went up behind Mom, and she noticed me. She straightened up and was about to
turn around I suddenly hugged her from behind, holding her tightly around the waist, as if I wanted to meld her into my own body.

Mom 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 Mom'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 happened? Tell Mom, okay? You're such a carefree child
; you don't usually hug Mom like that unless something's wrong. Did you get into trouble again?" "I've never shown such genuine emotion before,
yet Mom called it childish pouting. In her eyes, am I really just a perpetually immature troublemaker?" I felt a little discouraged.

Mom pulled me to sit on the sofa; my unusual behavior had made her lose interest in cleaning.

Mom held my hand and said softly, "Xiao Zhe, what's wrong? Tell Mom, okay?
You're all I have in this world. If anything happens to you, Mom has no reason to live." Looking at
Mom's worried eyes, my heart ached terribly. I secretly blamed myself; what was wrong with me that made Mom so
worried?

I quickly said, "Nothing, Mom, really nothing. I just suddenly thought that if Mom didn't have me
as I wanted to ask her why her
expression was so strange when she looked at me this morning. But the words stuck in my throat. As I spoke, I guiltily turned my head away,
afraid Mom would notice.

The room suddenly fell silent. "Why isn't Mom saying anything?" I looked at her curiously.

I was stunned. Mom's face was pale, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her once serene
eyes seemed unfocused, and she looked like a lifeless puppet. Seeing me looking at her, Mom said in a hoarse
voice, "Xiao Zhe, don't you want Mom anymore?" I was terrified. I had never seen Mom like this before. I
quickly shook my head and said, "No, no. Mom, please don't be angry. I'll never say that again."
Mom continued, "Then what did you mean by that? Didn't you want Mom to get married?" I almost couldn't catch my breath
. How could I bear to let Mom get married? I hurriedly said, "Of course not. I just suddenly realized that I'm
really useless. Besides making Mom worry about me, I can't help you with anything. You've really suffered all these years
, Mom." "Hearing me say that, Mom realized she had misunderstood me and cheered up. Instantly, like a
black and white photograph filled with beautiful colors, Mom regained her radiant charm.

Mom leaned over and hugged me, saying, 'You little rascal, you scared Mom to death! Mom thought you didn't want me anymore.

' Because my height is actually about the same as Mom's, and she was sitting about 30 centimeters away from
me , she had to lower herself to hug me. It wasn't so much that she hugged me, but rather that she threw herself into my arms.

I hugged Mom, pressed her face against my chest, and stroked her hair, saying, 'How could I not want
Mom? Unless I die, I will never be separated from Mom.' Mom looked up and smiled, '
What ? You will grow up, get married, have children, and build your own career. Mom can't be with you
forever.' I felt her body trembling as she said this. Was she afraid of this day
coming ? Did Mom not want to be separated from me either? I said excitedly, 'Then I will never get married. I want to
be with Mom forever.'" "Mom chuckled and said, 'Okay, okay, then Mom will stay with Xiao Zhe forever…'
" Mom's coaxing tone, like she was talking to a child, made me angry. I suddenly grabbed her shoulders, making her sit up straight,
and stared into her eyes, saying, "Mom, don't treat me like a child anymore. I'm serious." Mom stared at me
blankly , without saying a word, just silently burying her head in my lap again. The living room fell silent, with only
some incomprehensible sounds coming from the television, which I paid no attention to. We remained silent like that.
They embraced quietly, a gentle warmth filling the small living room.

After a while, Mom said softly, "Although Xiao Zhe's words are still childish, Mom is still
very happy." I didn't think about what Mom meant, 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 unconsciously
, a faint fragrance wafted into my nose, and I felt a full, soft, and elastic touch between my chest and abdomen, making my
mind wander. My mind kept picturing what shape those beautiful breasts would be based on that touch.

Damn it, I couldn't control myself, and my breathing became heavy. Mom noticed my rapid
heartbeat, looked up, and asked, "Xiao Zhe, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Her eyes were full of concern.

My face turned red, and I said, "It's nothing." Mom 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 look my mother in the eye, keeping my head down and remaining silent. She must be very angry and disappointed that I
had made such a fool of myself while holding her.

I was prepared to be scolded. I waited for what felt like forever, or maybe not long at all. Anyway, my mind was in a daze
. Not hearing a word from her, I couldn't help but look up and saw a bright red blush creeping up her cheek from her
collar , staining her delicate face as vibrant as a peach blossom after the rain.

My mother glanced at me, smiled, and said casually, "Hehe, so my little Zhe has grown up
." She tapped my forehead.

"Mom, aren't you angry? Don't you think I'm bad?" The blush on her face faded, and she took
my hand, saying, "How could Mom be angry? Being able to react to a woman's body means my little Zhe
is no longer a child. Mom is overjoyed! However, it seems Mom can't
hold you as casually as before." "Upon hearing this, I panicked immediately and hugged her tightly, saying urgently, 'I don't want that! 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 Xiao Zhe just like before. It's just that you're a man now.
It's not right for you to always want Mom to hug you.' Pushing me away, Mom glanced at my crotch and said, 'Mom's going to call a friend.
We won't be going to see her today. You can go back to your room and rest for a bit, and you'll be fine.' I went back to my room and lay on the bed, my mind
a jumble of thoughts.

After a while, Mom knocked on the door. 'What is it, Mom?' I jumped and asked, '
Xiao Zhe, Mom has something she wants to tell you. Can I come in?' I tensed up, looked at my crotch, and saw that it was still
erect . I quickly said, 'Mom, why don't you say it from outside?' Mom, as always, knows me best.
She immediately understood that my little penis was probably still hard." She said, "Oh, never mind then, we'll talk about it tonight.
Get some rest, don't be shy, and don't blame yourself. Mom will call you when it's time for dinner. You can play on
the computer ; it's a holiday, so relax." I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn on the computer when I heard a rapid
knocking on the door. Before I could even ask, Mom opened the door. I looked at her in surprise;
it had been a long time since she'd barged into my room without my permission.

Mom quickly walked up to me and said anxiously, "Xiao Zhe, let Mom see your... you know." I
was stunned and didn't react, asking, "Which one?" Mom blushed and pointed to my crotch, saying, "
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 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.

My mother said, "It's been almost an hour. I was going to tell you some
things about physical development and relationships, so you wouldn't be unsure how to cope with the changes in your body and mind. But then I remembered
something. Prolonged erections can cause significant damage to the corpora cavernosa.
Even adults can't withstand an erection for an hour. You're so young, I don't want anything to happen to you. Let me see.

" Although I didn't feel any discomfort, I was startled by my mother's worry,
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 was much larger than others my age; now, when erect,
it thirteen or fourteen centimeters long and as thick as a goose egg. I had learned about physiology in class, and I knew that this size was already
common for many adults. Adults seem to call their penis "jiba," a term that has a strangely lewd
feel to it. Anyone who saw my penis would only describe it as a "penis," not
something with.

My mother probably hadn't expected it to be so big; it sprang out suddenly, and before she could dodge, it grazed her
face, resting on the tip of her nose. A faint, fishy smell emanated from the glans, passing through her nostrils and seemingly
reaching .

My face instantly turned crimson, and my mother's eyes were fixed on my penis. Although
large, my penis was white and tender, the glans pointed and retracted under the foreskin, standing erect like a long spear
in front of my mother.

My mother asked in a trembling voice, "It's 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." "Mom," I said with a sigh of relief,
patting my chest. "It's still not enough. You have to ejaculate first, otherwise 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 Mom I'd never masturbated.

Mom looked at me with surprise and laughed, "That's true, Mom was confused. If you knew how to masturbate, you wouldn't have been
hard for so long." Her tone was tinged with relief.

Mom stood up and said gently, "Come on, Mom will teach you, but you have to remember, masturbation is a bad
habit. This is a special case, but you're not allowed to become addicted to it in the future." I hummed in agreement, about to
tell Mom that although I'd never masturbated, I actually knew how. After all, in this age of information overload...
In this era, many things can be understood to some extent even without having seen them.

However, my mother had already come up behind me, her hands slipping from 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 it back and forth, and gently massage your balls 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 tickled my ear
.

A soft, smooth, wonderful feeling came from my back, even more pleasurable than holding my penis with both hands. Seeing me
dazed , my mother assumed I didn't know how and began to stroke my penis back and forth with my hands.

"Aww!" I let out an internal howl. My mother, unaware of the movement of her hands,
pressed her entire body against my back, writhing at varying speeds. Even through my clothes, I could feel her warmth burning
my skin. A pair of large, elastic breasts pressed against my vest; I could feel their most subtle
changes .

The allure and pleasure emanating from my back was ten times stronger than the sensation on my penis, which was being stroked. It
was driving me almost insane. Suddenly, I grabbed my mother's hand. Startled, she pressed her small hand
onto my penis. I felt her breathing become heavy. She struggled slightly but
couldn't break free.

Her hand was smooth and slender, and the moment it grasped my penis, I felt an urge to ejaculate.
I used her hand to stroke my penis rapidly, faster and faster. I felt a dizzying sense of weightlessness, as if
only my back was there for support. I quickly reached back, trying to regain my balance, 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 voice seemed to be under a spell. My mother was somewhat distracted, not even noticing

that my hand had released hers and was now kneading her buttocks. Her small hand continued to stroke my penis, while her palm cupped my glans and gently squeezed and vibrated it. A slippery, transparent liquid secreted from my glans, spreading across my mother's palm with her movements. 　　My body stiffened, and I finally ejaculated, thick, hot, milky-white semen bursting out in my mother's palm. 　　Mother and son both let out a long sigh. 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 a passionate lovemaking session, I brought up the incident. Under my persistent nagging, she shyly told me how she felt. 　　She said she never expected this to happen. She was even hesitant to teach me about sex, and it took a lot of courage for to come to my room. Teaching me masturbation was beyond her reason and moral boundaries. If it weren't for her boundless love for me, she would never have done it. However, things took a completely different turn . When I grabbed her hand and placed it on my penis, she froze. For so many years, she had lived alone , rejecting countless suitors for me. Who knows how painful that endless emptiness was during 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 that had surrounded her heart. When her hand grasped my penis, her mind went blank. The scalding heat almost made her want to run away. The throbbing motion felt like grasping a giant dragon. Lost in her ability to think, she could only follow my movements, instinctively stroking my penis. 　　Turning back, her hands were covered in semen. My mother was somewhat at a loss, and finally fled my room . I turned back and lay on the bed, burying my head in the pillow, too afraid to go out and face my mother. 　　It felt like an eternity when I heard my mother call me, "Xiao Zhe, Xiao Zhe, what's wrong?" I looked up and saw that my mother's complexion 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 about it. What part of your body hasn't Mom 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, Mom would be worried." Seeing my still gloomy face, Mom 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, right? Mom was originally planning to teach you how to kiss girls. Now it seems impossible; 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 face and pouting lips , my attention immediately focused on what she had just said about teaching me how to kiss. 　　I didn't know if Mom was trying to comfort me and tell me not to worry about the semen anymore, or if she really intended to teach me how to kiss. But subconsciously, I took it as true. 　　I looked at my mother's small mouth. Although I saw it every day, it seemed only now that I suddenly realized how beautiful it was. Her chin had soft, delicate lines. Her small, exquisite mouth had two thin, tender, almost transparent lips that, when not speaking, were naturally pursed, like two juicy lychee slices tinged with pink. It made one want to take a bite. Her pearly teeth were full and white as jade. When she spoke, her delicate 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, mesmerized by my mother's small mouth. I really wanted to hold her lips and taste them. 　　My mother seemed to understand my gaze, her eyes slightly darting away, and said, "So Mom won't dislike Xiao Zhe's semen. Don't worry about it. Mom will go make you some food." With that, she turned and walked out.

But she was just comforting me. I felt a pang of disappointment, followed by an overwhelming sense of guilt, and I remained caught in this dilemma.

After a while, everything seemed to calm down and finally return to normal.

During dinner, Mom acted as if nothing had happened, her expression completely unchanged.
She called me as usual, "Little darling, dinner's ready," and as usual, patted my head when I sat down at the table, affectionately telling me
to eat . 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; what happened that morning had been a huge
blow , and I kept getting distracted while playing games and getting killed. But Mom seemed completely unaffected
as she went shopping, buying a bunch of my favorite foods and several of the latest fashion items. She happily
tried them on for me to see. Every time she bought clothes, she would walk around in front of me like a child, showing off her
new outfits.

That evening, she asked me to watch TV with her. I had absolutely no interest in the family drama she was watching, but she watched it
with tears in her eyes until after nine o'clock. Then she took a shower, grabbed a yoga mat, and did yoga in the living room.

So, no matter how outrageous what happened that morning, she just saw it as me, her precious son,
being again? Was it no different from me breaking the window of the English teacher's house that made me stand for a whole class?

That's why she could completely ignore that incredibly embarrassing incident and do whatever she wanted
?

So, in her heart, I'm still that adorable little darling? Although this is exactly what I hoped for, why do
I still feel such a huge sense of disappointment?

Ahhhhh, that kind of thing is completely different from breaking glass! I realized that in my mother's heart, I
'm still her little Zhe who never grew up. But I 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 an 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.

Yes, in Mom's eyes, these are perfectly normal things. In her words, it's 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.
She used to like 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 suck on her chopsticks, 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 was
n't she always like that? The saliva was still the same saliva, but was the person eating it feeling different? Thinking this, my heart skipped a beat. What was different? A kind of
unspoken expectation sprouted in my heart.

Oh, and another thing! Mom's new clothes are different from usual. I wasn't
paying attention last night 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 also, Mom did less than a third of her usual yoga session 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 was as if I wanted to confirm the uncontrollable, almost surfacing
suspicion .

I gently opened the door, the soft click of the lock sounding like thunder to my ears.
Luckily, Mom didn't hear it. I looked into the living room and saw her folding a piece of white paper, completely unaware
that I had come out. 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 secret
joy. So Mom really wasn't as nonchalant as she appeared. I suddenly understood the look
in , because the meaning conveyed there must have been
exactly the same as the look in her eyes now as I looked 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..." It felt like a thousand words were about to
burst from my chest, but they were 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. But my heart suddenly felt strong again, and 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 . It turns out that my previous guilt wasn't fear of facing strange looks or obstacles,
but fear that my mother's love for me wasn't genuine.

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