A belated marriage certificate

A Belated Marriage Certificate

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"Mom, are you happy? This is our marriage certificate."

I held my mother's plump body in my arms, looking at the marriage certificate we had just received from the civil affairs department, and
excitedly said to her. At this moment, my mother's eyes were filled with happiness and a slightly shy blush. "Is this real? I can hardly believe it. This happiness came so suddenly."

"It's real. If you don't believe me, look at this red seal." We looked at each other deeply, unable to contain
our joy any longer, and kissed passionately.

I was born in a very remote mountain village. In this impoverished place, I grew up happily.
Unlike other rural children, I had no siblings. In a place like the countryside where population growth is crucial, I
was the only child in my family. It wasn't because my parents had any physical problems, but because of my mother's insistence. Unlike
other rural women, my mother was the only talented woman in our surrounding villages. She was a high school student during the Cultural Revolution.
If it weren't for the Cultural Revolution, she would have continued to university. However, her family's class background was considered unfavorable, so she dropped out of school and
reluctantly married my father, an honest farmer. My mother had very modern ideas and believed that having more children was a burden.
With her insistence, my father relented, and I was able to grow up happily under the wholehearted care of my parents,
much happier than other rural children.

In particular, my mother's love for me surpassed that of other mothers. Although my mother grew up in the countryside
, she never did any farm work. She was dignified and beautiful, with fair skin. Except for her less
elaborate clothing compared to city women, she had no rustic airs and possessed a more refined temperament than many city women. My father
loved my mother dearly and never let her do farm work, only housework and taking care of me. I spent almost every
day with my mother growing up. She taught me many things through stories, and I loved listening to her
. I thought she was the most knowledgeable person in the world, and I knew more than other children my age.

Because of her education, she became a village teacher after the Cultural Revolution. She always included me in her classes, and
I learned a lot while playing. When I started elementary school at six, I learned very quickly, and I
was the youngest in my class (this age is normal in the city, but in the countryside, people usually start school later). I attended almost all of
my mother's classes until junior high, which was the only level of education in the village. Because of my mother, I developed a love of learning
. I never participated in the wild play of other rural children; I mostly stayed with my mother, reading and chatting.

When I graduated from junior high, I was admitted to a high school in the city with excellent grades. The rural children who had gone to school with me
had all dropped out, returned home to get married, have children, and start farming. It was also because of my mother's insistence that I continued my studies.

My mother repeatedly encouraged me to strive for success, to leave the countryside, and escape the backbreaking labor of rural life. I
cherished the opportunity to study and came to the city to attend high school. However, while my grades were first in the village
, they weren't considered good in the city; in fact, they were even below average for some students. The pressure of studying was immense. At the same time, as
I grew older, both physically and psychologically, I began to change. I no longer focused solely on books; I started to have
other thoughts. An unnamed desire burned within me, and my heart was in a state of restlessness. Especially when
I returned to the village each week and saw that some of my former classmates already had children, I developed extremely
unstable thoughts. I started having sexual dreams and nocturnal emissions, and my grades began to decline.

Although my mother is my closest person, I was too embarrassed to confide in her about this, so I kept it to
myself . Our communication decreased, and she noticed. She asked me with concern
what was wrong. I hurriedly replied, "Nothing," and in that instant, I felt my face flush. I glanced at
her, and I froze. My mother was so dignified; her kind, motherly face was beaming with
a sweet smile, and two shallow oval dimples graced her fair complexion.
The moment our eyes met, my face burned. I couldn't bear to look any longer, afraid she would notice my
strange gaze.

Only later did I dare to observe her closely. Nearly 40, she was of medium build, with
long hair held back like other village women. Her coarse cloth clothes couldn't conceal her beautiful figure; I could only
describe her as beautiful. She was the epitome of womanhood.

Her breasts were the largest I had ever seen on a woman, and her buttocks were round and plump;
when she squatted down, her pants seemed about to burst open. Watching my mother busy in the house, I kept following her, staring intently.
My erection was almost bursting out of my pants. I went back to my room, closed the door, took out my penis, and masturbated,
fantasizing about my mother, until a thick stream of semen gushed out, shooting more than a meter away. I quickly
grabbed some toilet paper to wipe up the semen on the floor and clean the residue from my glans.

That night, I dreamt of having an affair with my mother, and I ejaculated all over my underwear. I realized then that I
had a serious problem with my thinking. I began to blame myself; I felt I had let my mother
down . I was afraid to see her, yet I desperately wanted to see her. I was trapped
in a web of lust and ethics, unable to escape.

I began to consciously avoid my mother. I reduced the number of times I went home; I used to go home once a week,
then once every two weeks, and sometimes not at all for three weeks.

I also reduced the time I spent at home, staying only one night at most before returning to school. I tried to avoid
my mother and alleviate my longing for her, but I found it impossible. My thoughts were filled with my mother
's image, and my dreams were filled with images of us having sex. I tried to distract myself to escape
this conflicting feeling, but I found that I had no interest in any other woman besides my mother.

My grades plummeted, reaching the bottom of the class. The teacher asked my parents to come to the school. I told my mother
what had happened . After understanding my situation, she called me aside and said,
"Child, what happened? Why have your grades dropped so quickly? This isn't how you should be."
What could I say? I was speechless. I just kept repeating "I'm sorry." I knew that my mother and father had sacrificed so much to support my education.
There had been arguments between us. My mother said she didn't want me to end up like my father, only knowing how to farm. Besides, our family's circumstances
were indeed difficult; squeezing out money for my schooling was incredibly hard. But what did I tell my mother? I
had neglected my studies because of infatuation with her. I regretted it even more now. I cried, and my mother cried too. She
hugged me, saying, "Child, don't cry. Mom knows you'll try your best."

To be honest, this was the first time I'd been so intimately close to a mature woman, and she was the one I loved most
. I could clearly feel the softness of my mother's body and her breath. At that moment, my erection
came up, pressing against my mother's lower abdomen. I tried to pull away, but it was too late. I could
feel my mother tremble slightly in surprise. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her flushed face. I felt
both nervous and excited. (A brief...) A few minutes passed, and I pressed myself even closer to my mother. I
could clearly feel the softness of her chest against mine. We held each other like that for about ten minutes
without speaking. I felt our breathing and heartbeats quickening. My mother stayed at my school for two days,
and we resumed our previous interactions, but something felt off. We both seemed hesitant to meet each other's
eyes , especially my mother's. Her eyes had lost their former kindness and gained a touch of allure.
A stirring of desire began to rise within me, a romantic impulse surging within me. My mother's smile seemed shy and reserved, unlike her usual
openness. My heart began to pound. Did my mother share my feelings?

I went to see my mother off on the day she left. It was dozens of miles from the county town to the village, including ten miles of walking
after . I couldn't bear to part with her, so I decided to see her off. Surprisingly, she didn't refuse, which was unlike her usual self. On
the bus, we sat close together, though there was still some distance between us. It seemed neither of us wanted to
separate . We rarely spoke along the way, but I felt we were both secretly observing each other. After we got off the bus,
it was almost dusk. In the glow of the setting sun, we walked along the country road. As we got closer to home,
our pace slowed down in unison. The villagers had finished their work and were resting. Looking around, apart from the
wisps of smoke rising from the distant farmhouses, there was no one else around. I followed closely behind my mother, watching her plump
figure move with such graceful grace. When we reached a stone bridge, I suggested we rest. For country folk,
this distance was nothing, but my mother seemed particularly tired, repeatedly saying, "Okay, okay."

We sat down by a grove of trees not far from the bridge, still unsure of what to say.

I mustered my courage and said, "Mom, I like you."

My mother blushed upon hearing this, but tried to remain calm. "Mom likes you too."

As soon as I heard her say that, I seized the opportunity, reached out and grabbed her hand. "Mom, will you be my
woman?"

She was surprised and tried to pull her hand away, but I held it tightly. "Let go quickly, it's not good if someone sees us."

Seeing that my mother's reaction wasn't too strong, I took the opportunity to move closer to her. "Mom, do you know, my grades aren't improving, and it's
all because of you. I can't stop thinking about you; I can't live without you."

My mother's face turned bright red. I reached out and hugged her, wrapping my arms around her soft waist. My mother closed
her eyes , and I boldly lowered my head to kiss her cheek, then her lips. I
reached out and touched my mother's breasts, which I had longed for for so long. Through her thin clothes, I touched my mother's soft
breasts . My hands trembled, and I excitedly increased the force of my kneading. My mother made soft "oh, oh" sounds. Suddenly
, my mother reached out and hugged me, taking the initiative to kiss me passionately. Her tongue aggressively entered my mouth and
clung to mine. We sucked each other's saliva, our breaths mingling. I couldn't help but
start to unbutton my mother's clothes.

My mother gently pushed me away, saying, "Don't panic, not here."

She got up and pulled me deeper into the woods. By a large tree, my mother turned around, and I was immediately stunned.
The buttons on my mother's shirt were undone, and her breasts, without a bra, bounced out from under her clothes.
A pair of unbelievably large breasts trembled on my mother's chest, so round and so white, with
two dark red nipples erect in the center of her coffee-colored areolas. I pounced on her and knelt down in front of her,
hugging her plump buttocks, pressing my face tightly against her hot and soft breasts, carefully smelling the scent of her milk.
I opened my mouth and took the long-awaited nipple into my mouth. I tried to open my mouth wide to take in more, but my mother's breasts were
so big that my two hands couldn't completely cover one of her breasts. I excitedly bit and licked my mother's
breasts My mother's voice grew louder, and her breathing became heavier. I easily
took off my mother's shirt.

My mother had already unbuckled her belt, and I couldn't hold back any longer; my manhood was about to burst. I simply
pulled down my mother's pants, laid her down on the ground, and she squinted at me. I quickly stripped off all my
clothes and lay on top of her naked body. The sensation of our skin rubbing against each other was incredibly pleasurable. "Come
on, son, Mom can't take it anymore." I climbed off my mother, grasping my enormous penis. My mother had already
spread her plump, white legs, revealing her mysterious cleft. At that moment, I saw the cleft... Covered in liquid, out of curiosity, I bent down again, pressing my face close to my mother's mysterious area to explore the source of the liquid. I
could already smell my mother's pungent scent, a very invigorating pungent smell. I finally saw where the fluid was flowing; a
small opening was already covered with white liquid. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and licked it. It was a little sour and astringent, but not
the taste I had imagined. I licked it back and forth with my tongue. My mother's legs tightly clamped my head,
rubbing it back and forth. Her hands stroked my head, and the sounds coming from her throat became increasingly seductive. I
licked my mother's cleft clean, and at her repeated pleas, I placed my penis at her entrance. The
moment the head of my penis touched her opening, she thrust forward, letting out a long "Ah..."
I felt my penis slide into a slippery, narrow hole. My mother's body
rubbed ; the feeling was incredibly pleasurable. "Move, child, move!"

I finally realized what was happening and instantly began thrusting violently. My mother started screaming wildly, seemingly...
Ignoring everything around her, her breasts swayed rhythmically back and forth with my thrusts. I grabbed them
and kneaded them forcefully. We were enjoying ourselves wildly. My mother hugged me tightly, panting heavily and shouting
loudly . She pressed me down and straddled me, rocking me back and forth. I can't describe my mother's frenzy at that moment.
I only know that she was a completely different person compared to usual. I also can't describe her beauty. The violent shaking of her breasts gave
me a visually stunning experience. My mother rocked for less than a minute before she strained all over. The veins on her neck
were visible. She held her breath, her eyes rolled back, and suddenly let out a long sigh. It seemed that all the pent-up
energy had exploded at once. She rocked even more violently, shouting, "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me quickly."

I didn't know what was wrong with my mother, but under her forceful rocking and her constant pleas,
I lost control and felt a surge of heat violently erupt from my body, making my mother scream.

This was perhaps a woman's climax (as later confirmed by my mother). My mother
collapsed onto me like a lump of mud, breathing heavily, her breasts pressed tightly against my chest as I caressed her.

I suddenly felt a warmth on my shoulder and saw tears streaming down my mother's face. I quickly helped her sit
up . "Mom, what's wrong? I'm sorry."

I thought she was crying because of this. "Mom isn't sad, Mom is just so happy. You made Mom feel
like a woman again."

I was surprised. It turned out that my parents' relationship wasn't as perfect as it seemed. First
, they had no common ground in terms of education; even in the whole village, I was the only one who could communicate with my mother. Second,
my father's long days of labor must have taken a toll on his health, making him impotent. My
mother hadn't had sex for over six months before our first time. After all

, she was only in her forties, and her needs were still very strong. All of this laid the foundation for my successful
realization of my dream. I whispered sweet nothings to my mother, promising to love and care for her for the rest of
my life. She lay contentedly in my arms.

We made love a second and a third time, until I could no longer ejaculate. Each time, our
coordination grew more perfect. My mother lost count of how many times she came. When we emerged from the woods, the moon was
high in the sky, illuminating the earth brightly. It was almost 11 pm when we got home. I lied to my mother, saying the car
had broken down on the way and we had to walk back.

My mother then used the excuse of helping me tidy up the house to come to my room and we embraced, kissed, and
caressed each other for a long time. That night, I slept soundly, finally regaining a deep sleep I hadn't had in a long time
. In my dream, I replayed the passionate scene with my mother.

The next day was my return to the city for school. I didn't let my father see me off; instead, my mother and I went back to the grove
and enjoyed our lovemaking again. It was then that I said I would definitely be successful in the future and
marry my mother in a real sense. As I got into the car, I saw my mother's happy tears welling up again.

To be honest, I did feel a bit of soreness in my lower body. My mother and I had established a new kind of relationship. In front of outsiders, we were
mother and son; in private, we were husband and wife. I studied hard, and at the same time,
I made love to my mother almost frantically whenever I had the chance.

A few months later, my mother suddenly came to visit me at school. I took her to the woods behind the school. We
kissed and caressed each other, and after enjoying ourselves, my mother told me she was pregnant. I was stunned. As a high school
sophomore, this sudden news shocked me. My mother asked me what to do. After much consideration, I decided to have an
abortion. My mother cried, and I comforted her, promising that we would have another chance. I bought some medicine at the pharmacy,
and my mother and I went back to the woods where we had first met. After my mother took the medicine, it took her more than two hours to urinate. She was in great
pain . You could say that I aborted our child while holding my mother.

I took two days off to stay home with my mother. In the days that followed, we were very careful. During my mother's
ovulation period, I would never ejaculate inside her, except in her mouth and anus.

It's worth going into detail here. It's true that my first time was with my mother, but many of her firsts also
happened when we were together, such as oral sex and anal sex. After her miscarriage, I was suffering at home, unable to do anything
with her by my side. I'd seen women sucking men's penises in books and on TV, so I asked
my mother to do it for me. She hesitated, thinking it was perverted; she'd never tried it before. But
for me, she bent down and took my penis into her mouth. She adapted quickly; her tongue
felt incredibly good on my penis. Especially watching it go in and out of her mouth while I was on top,
I felt a strong sense of conquest. After about ten minutes of sucking, I ejaculated into her mouth. She
took a big gulp, but the pungent smell almost made her vomit. However, she still carefully licked my
penis clean, muttering to herself, "You'll get used to it."

I felt very gratified at that moment, and my love for my mother deepened. Through this experience, I again requested anal sex with my mother
, and she obliged. However, she was in considerable pain, so I used saliva as
lubrication . It took me a lot of effort to insert my entire penis, and when I came out, there was even feces on the glans. I
ejaculated inside her anus. Anal sex is rare; sometimes it's only done when my mother is menstruating. But we
always have an enema first, otherwise,
we'll repeat the embarrassing incident from the first time. Even today, my mother and I can't help but laugh when we talk about that anal sex experience. It's especially funny to think about my mother's embarrassment afterward.

My grades also started to improve gradually, which my mother noticed and was happy about. Our romantic relationship
became increasingly solid, almost replacing the mother-son bond. My mother wholeheartedly played the role of a good wife,
especially regarding sex. Whenever I asked, she wouldn't refuse, even if she was aroused, although she didn't
like anal sex.

We spent a happy year like this. Before I knew it, I took the college entrance exam and was admitted to a
university . My mother and I were both worried; we were reluctant to leave each other. But my studies were crucial to my future,
so my mother still supported my decision to go to school. At this time, my father's health was deteriorating, and my mother basically took on
all the household chores. However, since school required a lot of money, and seeing how hard my mother was working, I decided to give up. My mother firmly
disagreed. With her insistence, I packed my bags and came to a new living environment—a very big city. I cherish...
I cherished the opportunity to study and was careful to save every penny. I knew that every penny I spent was my mother's hard-earned
money, and I often thought about her. However, there was no telephone at home, so I could only keep in touch with
my mother . After I became familiar with the whole environment, I started to work part-time to reduce my studies. I worked several jobs, and with
the heavy workload, I was really tired. But whenever I returned to my dormitory and took out my mother's photo to look at it carefully, I would gain
a lot of strength. I still remembered my promise to my mother that I would work hard to give her a better life. Finally, I
was able to send money home. I wondered how my mother would react when she received the money I sent back. My mother had
never , and I considered asking her to come over.

I worked even harder to earn money. I wrote to my mother, and she came. She had lost weight and
her skin , especially her hands, which were rough. When she saw me, she also said I had lost weight. We
arrived at the house I had rented outside the school, feeling sorry for each other. Once inside, I relieved my longing for her. I pulled off my mother's
clothes . Her body was still snow-white. She never exposed her arms or the back of her neck when she worked in the fields, unlike other women
. She knew I liked women with fair skin, so even when her body was soaked with sweat, she was still covered by clothes, so her body was still
so white. I greedily grabbed her breasts, which were not small, and licked her still firm nipples. I
filled all three of my mother's eyes with my semen. Afterwards, my mother told me that she would cry whenever she thought of me. I comforted her. My father's condition
was not very good. He coughed all day long. I originally wanted to keep my mother for a few more days, but she was really worried about the family.
In the short three days, I only spent half a day taking my mother on a simple tour. The rest of the time
was spent on the bed in the small house. Even urinating and defecating were done inside the house.

I can't remember exactly how many times I ejaculated inside my mother. When I took her to the station, I ignored
the strange looks from the people around us and hugged her, kissing her for a long time. Although my mother was shy, she felt sweet, and I could see
the excitement in her heart.

Unlike other boys, who come from wealthy families and spend their time at school chasing girls and having fun, I'm considered an oddity among
modern people . I have no friends and rarely interact with others. There's only one person I get along with well; her name is
Chen Jing, my classmate. She comes from a wealthy family and is quite pretty, though her skin is a bit dark.
Many want to pursue her, but she ignores them all. She often comes to my dorm to ask me to go for walks and chat. Everyone says she likes
me, but I really don't feel anything for her; I just consider her a close friend. However, I can sense her
feelings for me. She always wants to help me, but I don't want to accept charity. So, she often comes
to my dorm to do my laundry while I'm out earning money. Every time I come back and see the clean clothes, my roommates make envious and
sarcastic remarks, but I ignore them. One night... She came to find me, saying it was her birthday and she wanted
me to spend it with her. Of course, I couldn't refuse. She took me to a rather upscale entertainment venue.
We sat together chatting and eating. Under the candlelight, I finally got a good look at this
woman I could call a confidante. I gasped. She really was a beauty. How come I had never
noticed ? I blurted out, "You're so beautiful."

She blushed and smiled, a smile so sweet. I couldn't help but think of my mother's face back then. We stayed out
very late. When we got back, the dormitory was already locked. She apologized for keeping me from resting. I said it was my
fault . So we strolled through the moonlit campus. Suddenly, she reached out and took my hand. "Do you like me?"

We stopped. Her eyes were filled with sincere affection as she looked at me. I was silent for a while. She let go of
my hand and took a deep breath: "Ah, never mind, I understand." I was genuinely confused by her actions, but
now that I'd calmed down, I grabbed her hand: "I like you." She threw herself into my arms, and we
kissed , hand in hand, until we reached the grove on campus. She gave me her first time; it was the first time I'd ever known
the feeling of breaking a hymen. She had a great figure—tall, shapely, and very voluptuous. Although she couldn't compare to my mother's, it
had been a long time since I'd done it.

Lying in my arms, she told me to love her forever and not to betray her. I agreed. We started
appearing on campus as a couple. She absolutely supported me financially, and we rented an apartment off-campus and began living together.

One day, I received a letter from my mother saying there was an emergency at home and I needed to return immediately. Jing wanted to come back with me too. I was in a
dilemma ; what would my mother think when she saw us? But I had no choice. We went home together. When I got out of the car, my mother was already
waiting for me by the roadside. I was extremely surprised to see her. Her belly was already very large and protruding. She was already
a pregnant woman. Her face immediately fell. After a brief introduction, I learned that my father was seriously ill and unable to get out of bed. My mother
knew I was coming back today and had specially walked more than ten miles to pick me up.

Jing, my mother, and I hurried home. I couldn't ask my mother about the reason for her pregnancy, but Jing seemed to find it novel that
my mother was pregnant at her age. Her thoughts were etched on her smiling face. My mother didn't speak along the way,
and I didn't talk to her either. When we reached the place where my mother and I had our first time doing this, Jing wanted to rest for a while. I saw my mother staring into the depths of the woods with tears in her
eyes , which she quickly wiped away. When we got home, I checked on my father's condition. He was forcing himself
to sit up despite the pain. I didn't expect that my father would suddenly frown when he saw Jing. Luckily, Jing was innocent
and always stayed close to me, following me wherever I went. I tried to find an opportunity to ask my mother about the situation, but I didn't succeed.

It wasn't until evening, when Jing complained of being tired, that I settled her in to rest before coming out of the room. My mother was already standing in the yard. I quickly pulled her into the woodshed; she was already in tears. I wiped her tears and asked, "Mom, what's wrong
with your belly ?" 　　My mother immediately snuggled into my arms. "I'm five months pregnant." 　　As soon as she said that, I knew. My mother had been gone from me for exactly that long. "Is it mine?" 　　"What do you mean?" 　　My mother cried even harder. I quickly hugged her and comforted her. "Mom, I know it's mine." 　　"Then why are you asking?" Then she added, "What's wrong with her (Jing)?" 　　I was speechless. Seeing my hesitation, my mother said, "That's not what I meant. You'll eventually have to settle down and start your own family . I understand." 　　My mother said these words through tears. I hugged her and kissed her. My mother finally calmed down. We kissed...

I was very engrossed in the moment, and I took off my mother's clothes again. At this time, I saw that my mother's breasts were bigger than before, and they were plump
and swollen. I said, "Mom, your breasts are much bigger than before."

My mother laughed through her tears and said, "If they weren't big, what would your child eat after birth?"

I carefully finished with my mother. Actually, I was also very tired, but it had been too long since I had done it with my mother,
and it was also my responsibility to comfort her.

The next day, my father wanted to speak with me alone. My mother and Jing went out to visit the neighbors. I
sat beside him. "Son," he said, "I'm useless. I'm worthless. I haven't been able to bring you and your mother a good life. I
won't last much longer. I know how deep your relationship is with your mother."

I was shocked. I quickly knelt down and begged for my father's forgiveness. He said, "Get up. I
'm not blaming you. I understand. Your mother has had a hard life too. I want to thank you. My biggest worry right now is your mother. She
's pregnant, and you're still in school. If I'm gone, how will she manage? What are your plans? Your
mother has been so good to you. She not only gave you life but also brought you another one."

"Dad, don't say anymore," I said. "I won't let Mom down." After we talked for a while, I told my father to rest. That
afternoon, my father passed away.

After finishing cooking at home, I wanted to take my mother away from here. Jing was very supportive, but my mother was unwilling. I knew
she didn't want to see me with other women. I had no choice but to go back first and come back to pick her up when she was about to give birth
. I left some money for my mother and asked the neighbor to help take care of her. Jing and I went back, but I was still
worried about my mother.

I counted down the days. As my mother's due date approached, I went back early to pick her up and bring her to
the place where Jing and I lived. I told Jing not to stay there for the time being, and she was very obedient. I focused on taking care of my mother, and Jing often made time to
visit her. Finally, the day of my first child's birth arrived. I was worried about what kind of
child it would be, after all, we were so close. I waited outside the delivery room for the birth of the little life. After hearing my mother
's groan of pain, I finally heard the baby cry. Thank God, the baby was fine. Jing and I went into the delivery room
to see my mother. She was covered in sweat and looked very weak. When the baby was brought to my mother and me,
seeing my mother's happy face, my mind was in turmoil.

After a few days in the hospital, I took my mother home. Jing paid all the hospital fees, and I said I would pay her back. Jing said,
"Why are you being so polite with me? Your mother is my mother too!"

She wanted to hire a caregiver for my mother, but I disagreed, saying I could manage. Although I was with my mother every day,
I didn't sleep in the same bed with her. Watching my child suckle at my mother's large, white breasts every day, I felt a surge of pleasure, tasting breast milk
again . My mother's breasts had so much milk; if you squeezed them, it would spring out more than a meter.
For the past few months, my mother had been giving me oral sex. Several months have passed.

I've hardly spent any time with Jing, and she's complained a bit, but I can't bear to leave my mother.

The truth eventually came out. That day, when I returned home, my mother closed the door, hugged me, and said, "It's been so long, and
I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities. Now, I'll give myself to you."

When I turned around, my mother was already naked. I couldn't hold back any longer and pulled her onto the bed.
We were both so passionate, forgetting everything around us. Just as my mother was riding me, moaning loudest with pleasure
, the door suddenly opened, and Jing appeared before us. My mother hurriedly got off me, but it was too late
. Jing stood there blankly, watching my mother and me, and then cried, turning and running away.

I put on my clothes and chased after her. I told her my story with my mother, but she didn't want to listen
. She said she would never forgive me. And that's how I ended my most sincere relationship besides with my mother.

I didn't go to the city either, but I fulfilled my promise to my mother, took wedding photos at a photo studio, and registered our marriage at the civil affairs department
. But I still feel indebted to Jing.

(The End)

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