Her Man (Author: fireforge)

Her Man

Author: fireforge (Free Electronics)
Word Count: 11232 words
Published: 2005/08/08 on: Fengyue Continent

When Shujuan brought her son Jiajun home, she was completely exhausted.

It was a typical single-parent family. Jiajun's father had died in a car accident when he was ten years old. The once strong father had always
been the pillar of the family. After the funeral, they immediately faced the harsh reality of financial problems, forcing Shujuan to work
day and night to support the family.

However, her long absences from home led her once well-behaved son to make bad friends and even join a gang,
becoming a delinquent.

When Shujuan received the call from the police station, she was handling a very important case. Upon hearing
the news , her heart sank. She apologized to the client and left the bewildered customer behind, getting into a taxi.

"Being a single mother is no excuse! You don't even care about your child, and he's getting into a fight like this.
As didn't you know anything about it?"

"Yes...yes...I know, I'll discipline him properly when I get back."

The old policeman kept lecturing her, and Shujuan could only nod repeatedly. Jiajun seemed indifferent, as if it was Shujuan who
had made the mistake and hurt someone, not him.

"Jiajun..." Back home, Shujuan realized how unfamiliar her son was. His hair was dyed red like a wild chicken's
head, his silk shirt with dragon and crane designs, and his face was covered in bruises. All of this was
so .

"Don't worry about me!" Jiajun ran back to his room without a word, ignoring Shujuan's knocking
.

"Jiajun, Mom has something to tell you, open the door!" Half an hour passed, and Shujuan was almost about to
give up.

"What?" The door didn't open, but at least there was a response.

"Mom works so hard all for you! Why can't you understand your mother's feelings?"

"..."

"You know that after Dad left, everything costs money—food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. Haven't I
prepared perfectly?"

A wave of bitterness made Shujuan feel the air was heavy, and the tears that had been welling up in her eyes were forced to
flow.

"Mom has worked so hard. What future do you have if you fight like this? What
sacrifices has Mom made? It's all for you. What more do you want from Mom..." Shujuan collapsed in tears at the door, as if the whole world had
abandoned her.

The door opened, and Jiajun stood in front of her. Shujuan was like a slave begging for her master's pity, and the master bowed down
: "...Mom, I'm sorry!" Like a slave being shone in the sunlight and released from her shackles, she was filled with hope again.

Shujuan hugged Jiajun and kissed him again and again, crying and crying, until she finally fell asleep at the door.

"Mom...?" Jiajun looked at Shujuan. Her once jet-black hair now had a few strands of white. He realized that
not only did his mother not understand him, but he also did not understand his mother.

Jiajun picked up Shujuan and carried her back to her bedroom. He took off her shoes and coat, covered her with a quilt, and looked at his sleeping
mother, his heart filled with complex emotions.

When Shujuan woke up in the morning, still wondering how she got back to bed, Jiajun brought her a glass of milk and
a sandwich .

"Mom, breakfast is ready."

"Jiajun..." Shujuan couldn't help but hug Jiajun tightly.

"Okay, okay..." Jiajun impatiently pushed Shujuan away: "I promise I won't go astray, and I'll go to class
, but I can't guarantee I'll graduate."

"Good son, it's good that you mean it..." Shujuan wanted to say something more, but Jiajun said he had to go to class, grabbed
his schoolbag, and left. Watching his retreating figure, Shujuan felt that everything had come at a price.

After graduating from junior high and entering high school, Jiajun indeed changed completely, becoming a diligent student.
Although his grades weren't always ideal, and he often played basketball until late, Shujuan felt at ease,
knowing her son wouldn't go astray. On the other hand, her hard work paid off; the company promoted her to manager.
However, Shujuan always insisted on making time for her son, and her superiors, knowing about her son, generally didn't
pressure her too much.

But soon after, an economic crisis struck, and Shujuan's company was also greatly affected.

"I know you want to spend time with your son, but you have to think about the company too! The company is short-staffed right now, and the economy is
so bad. Your son has been studying hard for a long time, hasn't he?"

"But... General Manager..."

"I understand your difficulties. Think about it!"

On her way home, Shujuan was also thinking that her child was finally grown up and probably didn't need her care anymore.

"Mom, I'm home!" Jiajun, who had just finished playing ball, rushed back to his room as soon as he entered the door, took off his shirt, and prepared
to take a shower .

"Jiajun, Mom has something to tell you."

"Okay! Go ahead!" Jiajun washed his face first and wiped the sweat off his head with a towel.

"Mom's been really busy at work lately, so I might not be able to come home early for a while..."

"Okay! Go ahead and work, I don't mind."

For some reason, the smell of Jiajun's sweat made her feel at ease; maybe it was the same smell as his father! Before,
her husband was like her everything, and this sweaty smell always reminded her of having a man in the house.

"Then you can't make Mom worry again, okay?"

"Oh, okay."

Shujuan felt that everything was fine, and her heart was at ease.

The company was busier than she expected; sometimes she wouldn't get home until one or two in the morning, but seeing her
sleeping son made her feel that everything had been worth it.

This day, she didn't get home until midnight again. As usual, Shujuan wanted to go into the room to check on her son, but found the door
locked . Her heart skipped a beat. Taking out the spare key, Shujuan carefully opened the door, her heart
pounding, afraid of seeing something she couldn't accept.

She slowly walked in, her eyes gradually adjusting to the darkness. Jiajun was sleeping alone in bed,
breathing . Shujuan breathed a sigh of relief; her son hadn't done anything bad after all.

The boy's room was still a mess, CDs and books scattered all over the floor, and the computer was still on.

Shujuan seemed unwilling to give up, continuing to search for any clues that worried her; after all, she couldn't bear to see anything more...
The blow was devastating.

Shujuan moved the mouse, and the screen returned to normal, instantly brightening the room. Shujuan
glanced ; the boy's breathing was still calm. She checked each window one by one before closing them, until
one window locked her in front of the screen.

It was the very end of an adult film, the scene of the male actor pulling out his penis and ejaculating on the female actor's stomach.

Adult films weren't particularly unusual, but Shujuan, busy with work for years, hadn't seen
such . Strangely, the feeling wasn't unfamiliar; it was as if she had done it just yesterday.

"Sigh! What's the big deal? It's normal for boys this age to watch this," Shujuan tried to convince
herself, closing all the other windows and shutting down the computer.

Shujuan reverted to her motherly self, putting the books and CDs back in their places as usual. Finally, she felt
relieved , looking at her son, thinking she was actually quite lucky.

This feeling lasted less than three seconds; her underwear and sanitary napkins were stepped on and torn as she walked past.

Before high school, Shujuan would sometimes sneak into her son's room in the middle of the night, afraid she might have lost something, to
check him. Sometimes she would stare blankly at his face, sometimes she would kiss his little cheek.

But all of this was shattered when she approached her sleeping son tonight. The underwear she had taken off told her that Jiajun
was naked underneath, and his face showed signs of a teenager, his breath smelled like a teenager, and his
t-shirt emitted a strange fragrance. Everything made Shujuan feel incomprehensible,
even though she knew exactly what was going on.

"Boys! It's normal!" Shujuan kept trying to convince herself, her hands trembling as she threw the underwear back
on the bed , threw the toilet paper into the trash can, carefully closed the door, and went back to her room.

"It's normal, it's normal, boys are all like this." Shujuan tossed and turned in bed, trying to
let it go.

She couldn't do any work properly the next day. Shujuan was in a daze the whole time. Her work skills
made her go through the motions like a robot, but everyone at the company could see that something was wrong with her.

"I'm leaving now!" Shujuan grabbed her bag and headed for the door. She actually had an important client that evening, but
the general manager didn't stop her.

Back home, Shujuan felt like her son's door was a forbidden gate, constantly threatening her. She
paced back and forth in the living room, unable to come up with a solution.

"I'll cook!" she thought. Taking out the few remaining groceries from the refrigerator, Shujuan focused all her attention
on cooking, but her son's door seemed to be watching her intently, and she dared not look back.

The food was ready and placed on the table. Shujuan couldn't remember the last time
she had eaten at this table. She thought of her deceased husband, who had also eaten with her at this table many times.

"I'm home!"

Shujuan woke from her dream, realizing how much time had passed.

"Why are you so late? Mom has already cooked dinner."

"Mom, why are you back so early? I've already eaten out! I can't eat anymore!"

"Eh..." Jiajun quickly went into his room, leaving Shujuan alone.

Shujuan ate her meal alone, feeling lonely, and had to throw the rest away. She felt that sense of helplessness weighing
on her again.

"Jiajun."

"What?"

"Mom has something to tell you."

"What?"

"Open the door!" "

That's enough!"

"Why won't you open the door? Are you hiding something from Mom?"

"No!"

"Then why won't you open the door?"

A silence followed.

"Why?" Jiajun opened the door.

Although Shujuan knew he would eventually open the door, the fact that it took so long still made her heart sink.

"What have you been doing lately?"

"Nothing, just studying." Jiajun sat at his desk, pretending to study.

"Don't lie to Mom, okay? Tell Mom what's wrong."

"Nothing, Mom, what are you worried about?"

Shujuan sat on the bed, tilting her head to try and see her son's face, but he turned his face away.

"Mom's been very busy lately and hasn't been able to take care of you. Tell Mom what's wrong, otherwise
how will she know?"

"Oh..." 　　Shujuan

glanced at the floor; a sliver of toilet paper, not properly hidden, was peeking out . She had already anticipated this, but still took
a deep breath, making a decision as if 　　preparing for a duel . 　　"You... lately 　　, have you been... [The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish. ] 　　Shujuan clutched the thick quilt, crying and scratching at it, but the quilt, like Hello Kitty, never showed her any emotion. 　　"Husband! Husband!" Shujuan reached down and began to masturbate, thinking of her former husband's goodness, which always made her feel carefree. 　　"Husband, I miss you so much... I miss you so much..." Shujuan's fingers began to move wildly, seemingly fearless of injury, thrusting in and out, as if flying with someone to the clouds, where she could see the blue sky, everything beneath her feet, and the clouds felt as comfortable as cotton... 　　After the climax, emptiness swept over her again. The clouds she had just embraced felt like empty shells; the blue sky she had soared to was now the starting point for her fall, constantly sinking into the earth. Shujuan looked at the room, once so full of things and smells, as if she didn't exist, having her husband was everything. 　　When she woke up, she realized the sun was high in the sky. Shujuan quickly dressed, and just as she was about to go out, she realized...

There was a note on the table: "Mom, I've already asked the company for leave for you. Rest well at home!"

Shujuan breathed a sigh of relief, slumped into her chair, and looked at her son's door. She instinctively
opened Pandora's box…

Looking around, the room was as familiar as ever: scattered clutter, an unused computer,
a pile of CDs on the stereo. But this time, she didn't bother to tidy up. She turned on the computer. As she expected, the desktop was covered in
video files, photos of many AV actresses. She opened them one by one, those familiar positions and
sounds —she had done them too!

She glanced under the table; the scattered tissues in the corner indicated that he had repeatedly masturbated in front of the
screen , releasing his youthful essence. Shujuan picked them up tremblingly. A fragrant aroma wafted out;
the smell of semen involuntarily brought back many memories.

"Ah...ah...kimozi..." The AV actress on the screen moaned dutifully, while Shujuan in front of the screen
greedily inhaled the scent of the toilet paper, her fingers slipping into her panties, imagining her relationships with many men in her life: her
husband, her general manager, her first love, her son...

She took off her clothes, leaving herself in her underwear in her son's room, the wet panties vaguely revealing her
vulva .

On the screen, the AV actress was being penetrated by two male actors using various props: carrots, wine bottles,
lighters ...

Shujuan looked in the mirror, at her naked body, a slipped bra strap, her white panties revealing black.

How long has it been since anyone has seen this body? she wondered.

She picked up the TV remote, trembling as she pulled
down her panties, watching in the mirror as the remote was slowly inserted.

Something was inside her, and she felt strange. Sex wasn't unfamiliar to her, but inserting
something into her body, especially like an injection, seemed unimaginable.

She started inserting the remote control with one hand and playing with her breasts with the other. "Ah... ooh... ah..."
The fiery moans on the screen seemed to be releasing her own deep-seated desires.

"Ah..." Like dancing, she imitated the moans of AV actresses to make herself feel good.

Shujuan finally couldn't take it anymore and lay down on the bed. Her son's masculine scent filled her nostrils. Shujuan buried her head in the
blankets , feeling as if something had been injected into her, filling her whole body.

"Ahhhhh..." The actress on the screen was about to lose control, and Shujuan felt like the world was about to
collapse , the house was about to crack and fall. She pressed the remote control to the TV, and the politicians, celebrities, and rock
music on the TV kept changing as Shujuan swayed up and down.

The boy's scent, the collapsing house, the actress's moans, the changing TV, the woman in climax—it was like
a water balloon bursting and crashing into a brick wall. "Bang!" It exploded like that, the water still on the wall,
flowing down continuously. The woman was still on the bed, her limbs trembling uncontrollably.

Shujuan tidied the room and went out onto the street. Among the passing crowds, who would know she had just
been trembling on her son's bed? she wondered.

"I'm home!" Jiajun returned early, thinking his mother would be home soon.

"You're back! Let's eat!" Shujuan placed the dishes on the table. Starving, Jiajun began shoveling rice into his mouth. After
a couple of bites, he realized Shujuan was watching him—or was she watching him from behind? He wondered.

"What are you looking at?"

"...Nothing, let's eat..." The two ate in an awkward atmosphere, without exchanging a single word.

"Mom, can I talk to you?" Jiajun stood at Shujuan's door.

"What is it?" She didn't open the door from inside.

"Nothing, it's just...Mom, could you please not come into my room so easily anymore?"

"What's wrong?" She opened the door.

"Um..."

"Don't you like me tidying your room?"

"No! I just..." He had never seen his mother look at him like that before—not
pleading , not scolding, but like...a pleading look?

"Okay, then Mom won't come into your room so easily anymore, okay?"

"...Oh! Okay, thank you, Mom!"

He felt there was a smell in his mother's room, a smell that was familiar yet indescribable, so he could only scratch his head and go back to his room.

Shujuan closed the door, turned off the light, lay on the bed, took out a box of used toilet paper from under the bed, and began to masturbate,
filling the room with both smells.

For the next few months, it was always like this. Shujuan would find time to come into Jiajun's room, like a playground,
coming up with all sorts of ways to play. Sometimes Jiajun would find it strange that things in the room would sometimes disappear, but he didn't
know where they went.

Summer vacation started, of course, a paradise for students. Sometimes Jiajun would swim all day, come home, look at his mother
's room, want to go in but it was always locked. Until one day, he couldn't resist anymore, he climbed over
the iron window of the back balcony, almost fell off, but luckily he usually trained his arm strength, and pulled himself into his mother's room.

Shujuan's room was very clean and elegant, almost a glance was enough to see everything, but there was an indescribable
smell . Curiosity killed the cat. After rummaging through drawers and cupboards, Jiajun naturally found the items under the bed:
toilet paper , Shujuan's underwear, his own underwear, a dildo, a pencil that had disappeared from the room, a remote control, a small
comic book…

The hot-blooded boy couldn't resist these things. Jiajun immediately pulled down his pants and started masturbating. Especially the toilet paper;
it not only had a familiar scent but also a peculiar sour smell. Although he had never smelled it before, he was very
certain what it was.

"Ooh…" It came and went quickly; the boy's semen shot onto his mother's quilt. Only then did he
feel scared, putting everything back in its place and running back to his room.

At dinner that evening, Jiajun didn't say a word, only occasionally glancing at Shujuan.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He continued eating.

Shujuan looked at him, as if sensing something, but felt it wouldn't happen. Before

going to bed that night, Shujuan felt that the smell in her room was a little stronger, but she didn't pay attention to it, thinking
she imagining things.

Thunderstorms started at night, and Shujuan tried to fall asleep quickly because she had a lot of things to do at the company the next day. After flipping through
her thoughts , she knew she would have to resort to her old tricks again, so she picked up some toilet paper and started masturbating.

Jiajun tossed and turned, the scene from that morning haunting his mind. Flashes of light constantly illuminated his
room, their flickering glow only fueling his agitation. The deafening thunder and deep bass seemed to inflate the air, making him feel like he was being
squeezed into a corner by a giant balloon, unable to breathe.

With a "whoosh," Jiajun jumped up. He went to the bathroom, poured himself a Coke, and returned to his room,
intending to spend the night online. But then he saw his mother's door, which seemed to draw him in like a vulva.
He put down his Coke and decided to give it a try.

Before he even reached the door, he heard Shujuan's soft moans. He pressed his ear to the door;
the sounds of her rubbing clothes and the woman's groans, combined with the thunder and rain outside, created another world, one he
peered into with a microscope.

The door opened, and to his surprise, she hadn't locked it. She was startled, even though she always closed the door with anticipation each night
.

"Mom, can I sleep on your side?"

"You're so big, why do you still need your mom to stay with you?"

Jiajun didn't speak, pulled the blanket over himself, and got into his mother's bed. Both of them were wondering what would happen next,
but neither dared to move.

Shujuan rolled over because she didn't want to face it. Jiajun looked at his mother's blanket, not knowing what to say.

"Mom..."

"Hmm?"

"Can I hug you?"

Silence froze the air between them.

"You're so big, why do you still need your mom to hug you? People will laugh at you."

Jiajun didn't speak, but reached out with both hands, one hand under Shujuan's neck, the other hugging his mother's
belly. Jiajun didn't know why he hugged her like that, it was as if it was something he was born with.

Shujuan felt that cloud had returned, she could lie on it again, jumping and laughing to her heart's content, the cloud
never minded her doing so.

The warmth of his mother's body left Jiajun at a loss. He had watched so many pornographic films, but this lesson was of
no . He had never known that a girl's body could be so soft, like hugging a bubble. His body
reacted obediently; the engorged blood urged him to do something. He began to gently stroke his mother's
belly . Shujuan felt very comfortable; he wanted to stay there forever.

Jiajun stroked his mother's belly for a long time. Remembering he had another hand, Shujuan was completely immersed
in the sea of her being stroked by her abdomen when she felt another fish swimming towards her. Jiajun slipped his hand
inside Shujuan's nightgown, trembling as he reached for her breasts, gently stroking them from the outside. Shujuan felt another fish swimming beside her,
making her feel incredibly comfortable.

Jiajun knew that the nipples were a source of pleasure for women. The fish slowly crawled, slowly crawled, until it reached the protruding
tip and rubbed it. Pleasure was like a thorn, piercing the balloon of comfort. Shujuan pushed Jiajun's hand away
, turned around, and stared intently at him.

"What are you doing?" Shujuan knew that saying this was very unreasonable; her constant exhalation and
flushed face indicated that she wanted a man.

"Mom...I..."

"What are you doing?"

Jiajun suddenly placed his hand on Shujuan's crotch, his other hand reaching for her breasts. "What are you doing? Get out!
Get out !" Shujuan pushed Jiajun off the bed.

A man's impulses are hard to resist. Jiajun got up and tried to pin his mother down, but this was his mother's
room after all. In the darkness, he didn't get the better of her. The flash of lightning only showed him Shujuan pushing him against the wall. He
hadn't expected a woman to be so strong when resisting.

After being pushed out of the room, Jiajun clearly heard the door lock.

"Mom...Mom..." Even though it was faint, Shujuan clearly heard Jiajun calling her.

"I was wrong, I'm sorry, okay? Mom~~"

Shujuan plugged her ears, pretending not to hear, but no matter how soft the voice was, she heard it clearly.

The next morning at breakfast, the two of them stole glances at each other, but neither dared to speak.

"I'm going out." Shujuan put on her shoes and prepared to leave.

"Mm." That was all.

For the next few days, Jiajun would steal glances at Shujuan, calling out "Mom~~ Mom~~" sporadically. Shujuan
avoided physical contact as usual; all the things under the bed were emptied, the locks were changed, and the windows were kept
locked all day.

Jiajun was depressed for a few days. Anyway, it was summer vacation, and he had been swimming and playing ball like crazy to burn off his energy. His friends said he was crazy
and didn't want to play with him, but he didn't care. When he got home, he would stare at Shujuan's door, a place in his own home, but one he couldn't
enter . Back in his room, he would masturbate frantically, as if the more he masturbated, the more he could escape that
place. Unfortunately, every time he saw Shujuan, he knew it was useless.

Shujuan tried hard to forget everything. She wasn't ready for everything to go back to normal,
but when she saw the fire in her son's eyes, she knew she had to escape again.

That day, she came home and didn't see her son in the living room, only heard loud music coming from his room. She
opened the refrigerator alone, cooked alone, ate alone, washed the dishes and disposed of the scraps alone, watched TV alone, went back to her room
alone locked the door alone, and lay on the bed alone, as if she had returned to her single life long ago.

When she woke up again, she realized she hadn't even taken off her clothes before falling asleep. Changing into her pajamas, she felt parched
. There was no sound outside, a silence so profound it seemed

ready to shatter at any moment. Without thinking, she opened the door to get a glass of water. Just as she stepped out, she noticed something
white on the floor. Looking closer, she saw it was a pair of underwear soaked in semen. She picked it up, knowing there was no
escape; the other side of the door was the end.

She opened the door. Jiajun lay naked on the bed, his erect penis hanging beneath him, as if
ready to attack at any moment.

"What do you want?" Shujuan weakly resisted. "What do you want?"

Jiajun said nothing. He seemed to know what was about to happen, only lifting his body. Shujuan
knelt down , kneeling before his penis, slowly grasping it, and began to suck on it.

Shujuan felt incredibly sad. She didn't know why she was sad. Was it her husband leaving?
The desire she had suppressed for so long? Being treated like a slut after all her hard work? Or the happiness she had longed for? Perhaps a little of everything.

Jiajun seemed to know how all of this was going to happen, but the guilt he expected didn't come his way.
The intense pleasure from his penis left him no room for thought. Watching his mother earnestly and diligently giving him oral sex, he wondered if she worked this hard
outside .

The scent of a man! It had been so long since he'd felt such a powerful surge of pleasure. The familiar
taste in his mouth... Shujuan shook her head repeatedly, trying to make the penis touch every part of her mouth, hoping to
bring back that familiar feeling. His scrotum, soft like two sachets, held
the liquid .

"Oh...oh...Mom...Mom..." The boy was completely immersed in the vortex of pleasure. The first
stimulation left him bewildered. No matter how many pornographic films he watched, he couldn't predict what he would feel next.

Shujuan spat out the penis, stepped onto the bed, and knelt down. Jiajun vaguely saw his mother
adjusting her position under her pajamas. He felt a little wetness on the glans. His mother released her hand and placed it on his chest.

"It's coming..." he thought.

Shujuan sat down, and he felt a part of his body enter a moist place. It wasn't
the tight grip he usually felt when masturbating, but it was very warm.

Shujuan guided Jiajun's hands to her chest, and Jiajun's hands gripped her breasts tightly, beginning to knead them
.

What was she thinking? Actually, she couldn't think of anything. She wanted to forget everything, to make it all seem like it had never happened. That
was probably why she was so engrossed.

Jiajun looked at his mother, who was swaying her body, and felt like she was a flag, soft and fluttering.

She wanted to call out something, but looking at her son's face, what could she say?

"Mom... Mom..." Jiajun also began to thrust upwards with force, and Shujuan finally collapsed weakly against her son's
chest. She hugged a warm, thick chest, the warmth slowly rising from below, and she didn't
want to go .

"Husband..."

Hearing his mother say this, Jiajun's desire for his mother was further aroused. He held his mother's waist with one hand and
her buttocks with the other, and began to thrust violently.

The "sizzling" and "popping" sounds made him truly feel that he possessed a woman, that this woman
belonged entirely to him.

"Ah...ha...husband...husband..." Shujuan kept kissing Jiajun's cheeks, like a little girl
eating candy .

Jiajun forcefully flipped his mother over, lifted Shujuan's legs, and looked down at his penis and
a , the two touching, finally becoming one.

"Husband...husband..." Shujuan tightly hugged the man pressing down on her, the boyish, slightly sour scent
had transformed into a strong, alluring masculine scent. The repeated thrusting movements seemed eternal, the two of them
continuing their relentless race.

"Mom...Mom..." "Husband...husband..."

"Ahhh...ah...ah!!~~" A low growl escaped Shujuan's lips; she knew it was over.

Unfortunately, she was wrong. Jiajun rose again in the warm water, and by the time Shujuan realized something was wrong, it was
too late.

They did it four times, each time ejaculating and getting hard again, then ejaculating again. Shujuan felt like she
had been through several saunas, finally fainting from the heat in the high-temperature room.

"Mom..." Jiajun was surprised; he was the one who spoke first.

"Hmm? What?"

"I want to be the man of the house, okay?"

"You already are..." Shujuan knew why she had cried this time. After waiting for so long, her
son had finally become a man who could stand on his own.

The next morning, when Shujuan woke up, she found no one beside her. Disappointment and pain immediately overwhelmed her,
but only lasted for two seconds before she saw Jiajun bring in a glass of milk.

"Mom, breakfast." Shujuan was deeply moved, but as she drank, she kept looking at Jiajun, wondering
what .

After drinking half of it, Shujuan handed it to Jiajun. "You're not drinking anymore, Mom?" Shujuan looked at Jiajun, who took
the milk and drank it directly. He never did this before; he would only drink if each of them had a glass.

"Mom, you're going to be late for work! I'm meeting up with friends at the beach, I'll be back tonight."

Shujuan got up, dressed, and put on makeup, all the while secretly watching Jiajun; Jiajun dressed as usual, went online, and
warmed up.

Until he left, nothing changed.

"Mom's leaving!"

"Yeah." Jiajun followed her to the living room, wanting to do something but unsure what to do.

Shujuan knew he was waiting, so she decided to take the initiative, walked up to Jiajun, and gave him a kiss. Jiajun seemed to
immediately understand what he should do, hugging his mother and giving her a long kiss, as if he wanted to make the kiss last forever.

Shujuan felt much more at ease, "I'm leaving." And that's how she left.

When she returned that evening, Shujuan was surprised to find that Jiajun had already prepared the meal.

"Hey, when did you start cooking?"

"Mom works so hard, and I have nothing to do at home, cooking is easy!"

The food was, of course, terrible, but Shujuan thought it was the most delicious meal she had ever eaten.

That evening, the two of them moved some of Jiajun's things to Shujuan's room, and by the time they finished tidying up, it was almost one o'clock.

Shujuan changed into her pajamas, looking at the bewildered Jiajun. "What's wrong?" Jiajun's hand awkwardly touched
his mother 's breasts, and Shujuan tactfully turned off the light.

Jiajun didn't say a word, touching his mother's delicate skin and soft breasts, holding her tightly, and slowly
kissing her. He laid her on the bed, caressing her breasts, and they became wet, entered each other, and ejaculated, feeling each other's warmth
as they fell asleep.

For over a year, it had been like this every day. Occasionally, when the two went out, they acted like boyfriend and girlfriend, kissing in
the street , making love in hot springs, having sex in a rented car, and sweetly sharing a glass of juice.

After starting university, Jiajun still drove every day. Although it wasn't far, Shujuan noticed that Jiajun had been coming home later lately
. She didn't dare ask, afraid of the unbearable consequences.

"Honey, do you think this looks good?" Shujuan showed Jiajun her newly bought lingerie. She had never
dared to wear , but she had bought it specially for Jiajun.

"Mom, I have something to tell you..." Shujuan knew this day had come.

"There's a girl in my class who said she really likes me..." Shujuan's hand, gripping the clothes, was already deformed.

"Mom...I..." A bottle of perfume was thrown at her.

"Don't say it! I don't want to hear it!" Shujuan smashed almost everything she could, forcing Jiajun out of the room
.

Shujuan closed and locked the door, but Jiajun kept knocking: "Mom...Mom...I still love you! Please
don't do this..." Shujuan knew it would end like this one day, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.

Shujuan stared blankly at the heavy rain, recalling everything that had happened between her and her son months ago.

"Don't you have an umbrella? I'll give you a ride." The person who came was Xiao Wang, a year younger than her. They had been colleagues for many
years, and she knew he had feelings for her, but she had always treated him like a younger brother.

"Okay." Surprisingly, this time she wanted to accept his kindness.

"Last time, thanks to your help, I got through the difficult time."

She thought of her deceased husband and her son when he was little, and her heart ached.

"I must thank you properly next time, sister...Eh..." Xiao Wang noticed that Shujuan was crying and
quickly took out a tissue to wipe her tears.

"If you need any help, big sister, I'll definitely do my best."

Shujuan realized that this man wasn't so bad after all.

"You want to help me?" She stared intently at him.

"Yes, of course."

"Then can you marry me?"

"Ah...this..."

Shujuan had already thrown herself into his arms; she knew her weapon.

"I'm back!"

Shujuan looked at her son, who had just returned. The way he ruffled his hair was so handsome; he was different after all
, growing from a little boy into a handsome young man.

"Mommy has something to tell you..."

"Go ahead!"

Shujuan and Jiajun went into his room, closed the door, and locked it.

Shujuan pulled Jiajun to sit on the bed: "Mom's getting married in a few days."

"Yeah, I know, Uncle Wang is a nice guy."

"Mom is so happy, having such a good son like you, and now I have someone who loves me, both of them
love me."

"Of course I love you, Mom."

"Then can you promise me one thing?"

Jiajun already sensed something was off: "What is it?"

"Love Mom one last time, okay?"

Jiajun jumped up: "No way! Xiaolong will be furious if she finds out, I can't betray her!"

Jiajun was about to leave when he saw his mother use the tactic he couldn't resist—crying.

"Mom, don't do this! We really can't do it anymore!"

"Mom... just wants... just wants to do it one last time with the one I love most..."

Seeing his mother's crying expression, Jiajun knew this was unavoidable: "One last time!"

"Okay." Shujuan smiled through her tears. What Jiajun loved most about her was this expression, rescuing a girl from
hurt , making him feel like a man.

Jiajun placed Shujuan on the bed, gently undressing her and kissing every inch of her skin.
She was already soaking wet. As his penis entered her, she remembered their first time making
love, and shyly buried her face in Jiajun's chest.

"Husband, I love you so much!"

"Wife, I love you too!"

The conversation repeated itself. Shujuan looked around the room, thinking of Jiajun as a child, how he would break toys and
cry to her. The patterns on the ceiling crumbled, falling into her mind—
the smells of sweat, milk, appliances, armpits, saliva, semen, and water… flowing through her heart again and again.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Jiajun asked worriedly, clinging to her.

"Nothing, Mom really loves you, really loves you…" Shujuan hugged Jiajun tightly. Jiajun,
oblivious , continued thrusting.

"Oh… Jiajun, son, you're so good!" Shujuan felt a surge of happiness, as if she were making love to Jiajun as her son for the first time
. To be the son of a grown man, so handsome and dashing in his eyes, at the climax
, Shujuan felt an unprecedented feeling, as if she had given birth to Jiajun again,
giving all her best to her son.

"Auntie!" A cute little girl peeked out.

"Hey, Xiaolong, are you and Jiajun going out to play?"

"Yeah! We're going to see a movie later."

"Have fun! Be careful riding your bike!"

"Mom, we know!"

Xiao Wang had specially renovated the house before moving in.

"Shujuan, would you like a glass of water?"

"No, you go about your business." Shujuan knew Xiao Wang was good to her, and she knew she would be happy.

"Mom, we're leaving."

"Be careful!"

She looked at her son; in her heart, he was the most handsome boy in the world.

It's a pretty good story, but unfortunately a bit short. It would be better if it were longer. Written from a neutral perspective, I really like this type of story. The author worked hard, I'll continue to support the author. There aren't many explicit scenes, but the psychological descriptions are very delicate! I've read so many stories about incest between mothers and sons that they all seem a bit repetitive and lack originality! This is a very passionate novel! I like this kind of novel; it feels incredibly exciting! I support the author! It's so well-written; the inner thoughts of the mother and son are portrayed with great delicacy, a gentle sadness tinged with tenderness. It's a rare gem. I really like this genre, but thank you for your hard work, author. Keep supporting the author! Like Wenjun's "A Mother's Confession," it's a masterpiece, so beautiful, and like my own work, a true mark of its time. I really like it, it's just a bit short. Keep posting good mother-son stories; I support you!

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