[A Passionate and Forbidden Love] [5]

Chapter Five

If I arrived at Qin Gang's house full of anticipation, I left feeling utterly smug. I

slung my backpack over my shoulder and left the neighborhood with Aunt Fei and Qin Gang seeing me off.

Besides contained a fascinating

video file. I'd saved the passionate encounter between Aunt Fei and her son Qin Gang the previous night onto a USB drive.

I planned to take it home and, at the right moment, "open the eyes" of my beautiful mother, letting her know that

there are many things in this world she doesn't know, perhaps many secrets hidden right beside her, secrets that could change her

worldview and outlook on life.

In high spirits, I drove slowly, occasionally glancing at the scenery on either side of the road. Passing a

flower shop, on a whim, I stopped, went inside, and without hesitation bought a large bouquet of red roses. Then,

I drove home, singing all the way. It was three o'clock in the afternoon. The house was quiet, and the slanting sunlight filtered through the treetops and

through the large glass windows of the living room, casting dappled shadows on the floor. "I'm home! Where are you, my beautiful mother?" I

went straight to the study on the second floor and found my mother busy at the computer. Before she could

speak , a large bouquet of red roses was presented to her. "Oh! You child, why did you buy flowers?"

my mother scolded, but she still took the flowers, smelled them, and placed them on the windowsill. Then she turned to me and asked,

"Who buys roses for their own mother? What a mess!" "Mom! I wanted to buy them! From now on, I am not only

your son, but also your devoted suitor. I want to seriously pursue my beautiful mother!" I said

earnestly . My mother shook her head helplessly. "Beautiful mother, I love you!" My mother raised her hand as if to hit me, so I

quickly ran upstairs, threw my bag onto my bed, turned on the desktop computer in my bedroom,

plugged in a USB drive, inserted a high-quality blank disc, opened the software, and typed a few keys. I was going

to record the passionate scene between Qin Gang and his mother, Aunt Fei, from last night. After the computer started working, I went into the bathroom. By the time I finished showering, the disc

was finished recording. I played it back, and the effect was good; the picture from all angles was fairly clear. I had already

prepared the video file last night, cutting off a dark section of the video, leaving very little. The scene that appeared after about ten seconds was Qin Gang

putting on a condom, preparing to officially penetrate his mother. Satisfied, I took out the disc, put it away

, and went downstairs to my mother's study. I made her a cup of coffee, then stood behind her chair,

gently massaging her shoulders with both hands.

"Beautiful lady, why are you still doing this on the weekend? Can't you just relax?" Perhaps she had been sitting for too long, and my

massage felt very comfortable. My mother seemed to enjoy it and let me massage her. I learned this shoulder massage technique from her, a health expert

. She said, "Someone just called and needed this urgently." As she spoke, she moved the mouse,

transferred her email, and sent it out. Then she remembered something, and I quickly pressed her down, saying, "Beautiful lady, don't move. Let me give you a proper

massage and show you my technique!" My mother smiled and sat back down happily. I

lowered the automatically adjusting chair a bit and began to carefully massage her shoulders and neck. Massage is a very important part of traditional Chinese medicine,

and my mother is an expert in this area. So, as I massaged her, I listened to her explain the principles. We talked more and more, and our conversation drifted further and further

away. We talked about massage for cervical spondylosis, and before we knew it, we were talking about skincare, and from skincare, we drifted to other topics.

I suddenly blurted out, "I heard that some women's skincare routines include intimate area care. Does your spa

offer that?" My mother was amused by my question but didn't know how to answer for a moment. "Who told you that?"

"Heh, it's all over TV commercials now. Do I need to know anyone? People at work have mentioned it in conversations too." "Yes, it

exists, but it's not that common. As living standards improve and society progresses, people's awareness of skincare naturally

follows suit in all aspects."

I smiled mischievously and asked, "So, beautiful mom, do you take care of that area too?"

But the answer I got was a slap on the back of my hand. "You, as a son, ask about

everything . It's not right!" I chuckled and continued massaging, thinking that my mother must have tried those skincare products herself

.

My gaze fell on the calendar on the table. I looked at the date—September. Suddenly, I remembered something. "Beautiful mom,

next Friday is your birthday!" "Hmm." She nodded casually. "We should

definitely !"

"Celebrate what? Don't tell anyone at the company! I already told everyone my birthday was a long time ago."

"Oh, then we should celebrate properly at home! Don't worry about things at home, I'll pick out a nice gift for

you!"

"You, just don't mess around with me, that's the best gift." My mind was already on how to celebrate my mother's

birthday .

That night before bed, I chatted with Qin Gang online. I mischievously asked him: "How's it going, buddy? These

past two days at your house, pretending that no one knows your secret with Aunt Fei, have you been holding back?

Has your little brother protested? "

Qin Gang: "Hehe, I have strong self-control. "

Me: "Get lost! You slept at Aunt Fei's place yesterday, thinking I didn't know.

" Qin Gang: "You little bastard! You were eavesdropping." (Sent a murderous emoji)

Me: "No, I just went to the bathroom and saw your door wasn't closed properly, so I peeked in, but you weren't there!

I didn't dare tell the truth, knowing I was in the wrong."

Qin Gang: "Oh. How are things between you and Aunt Xiaolin?"

Me: Still the same. Next week is her birthday, and she said she doesn't want to bother her friends, so I plan to celebrate it myself.

Qin Gang: That's good! It's your chance to shine. Do your best. (A mischievous expression)

Me: I have a question for you, not a joke, answer seriously. Is your Aunt Fei's private area pretty?

Qin Gang: Where?

Me: That part! I heard that people pay attention to maintaining their private parts now.

Qin Gang: Oh, I think so. You'll know when you succeed.

Me: Hey, are you always strong when you do it? How many points would you give me, out of 10? Qin Gang: Definitely 9 points or more.

Me: You're kidding! How many times a week? Qin Gang: About three times a week. For mature women like them, quality is more important than

quantity, understand? And we love each other, it's not just about sex, understand? You have to respect her feelings.

Me: I don't need you to teach me, I've been there too!

I thought about Qin Gang's techniques when he was having sex with his mother last night, and sighed that I lacked experience. I wanted to ask him some more questions.

When it was time to go to sleep, he said he was going offline.

For the next few days, besides being busy with work, I would think about my mother's birthday whenever I had a spare moment.

Finally, another Friday arrived. At noon, I checked my work schedule and saw nothing important, so I skipped lunch at

the company and went home. Back home, I started decorating. I called

the hourly worker I had arranged beforehand. First, I placed 99 carnations, then 999 red roses, and then strung up various colored lights and

ribbons, adjusting them one by one. During this time, a worker asked me whose birthday it was, with carnations and red roses.

I said it was my girlfriend and my mother's birthday.

Evening arrived, and I waited anxiously for my mother to return, but it was well past her closing time, and she hadn't shown up

. I couldn't help but call her. She said on the phone that she had a friend's invitation to a social event and couldn't refuse, and wouldn't be back

for a while . I was a little disappointed and asked if the person was male or female; she didn't answer and hung up. I sat on the sofa, feeling depressed

for a while, then called her again to ask where she was, saying I'd come over. She gave me an address and then told me not to

come , that she'd be back soon. I didn't listen to her. I went out, got in my car, and drove straight to the place she mentioned—a four-

star hotel. I parked the car, wondering where to look, when I saw my mother and a middle-aged man come out of the door.

I stayed in the car, watching them. The man had a round face and a mole on his left cheek—

disgusting ! When my mother shook hands to say goodbye, the man held onto her hand tightly, refusing to let go, and even tried to hug her. I couldn't stand it anymore

. I pushed open the car door, got out, and called out my mother's name: "Zhou Xiaolin!" They both turned to look

at me. I went over, pushed the man away, and pulled my mother towards the car.

"Who was that person?" "Xiaoxiao, how could you be so rude!" "I'm asking you who that man is?"

"A TV program sponsor, we've worked together before..." "Hmph, ill intentions! Don't

associate with him anymore! Go home!" My mother forcefully shook off my hand: "What are you doing?" "Do you know I've

been busy at home all afternoon waiting for you to come home for your birthday! And you..." I was a little emotional, and my mother was stunned. I

turned around, ran to my car, started the engine, and drove away. I saw my mother's car parked next to me when I came, so naturally I would drive back.

But after walking for a while, I gradually calmed down and realized that I had gone a bit too far. Thinking of

this, my mind returned to the decorations at home.

When I got home, I turned off all the lights in the living room, waiting to surprise my mother when she returned. I heard the sound of

a key entering the lock, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open. At that moment, I immediately switched on all the stage lights,

and instantly, a dazzling array of colors illuminated the room. A few meters away from the entrance, a wall of lights

displayed two lines of text arranged vertically in colored lights: "Happy Birthday, Mom!" on the left, and "Zhou Xiaolin, I love you!" on the right. Above them was a

banner that read: "Forever and Ever." Below the wall of lights was a table with a large cake on it, adorned with nine candles.

My mother gasped and froze at the door, letting go of the doorknob for a moment before dropping her

bag to the floor. Just then, the "Happy Birthday" song started playing from the speakers. I rushed over and hugged her tightly, saying,

"Happy Birthday!" My mother hugged me back warmly and emotionally, saying excitedly, "Thank you, son!" She even

leaned up and kissed me on the chin. I immediately returned the kiss with a passionate one, moving from her forehead to

her cheeks , finally capturing her lips in my kiss. My mother struggled slightly, but I held her lips firmly in mys. Perhaps

feeling a pang of guilt for not returning home soon, coupled with the atmosphere before her, my mother gave up struggling, letting me

kiss her. Gradually, she began to respond to my passionate kisses. My breathing grew heavier, and my hands, which were wrapped around my mother's waist

, became restless, slowly moving downwards. One hand gently caressed her full hips encased in her skirt, while the other

slowly grasped the hem of her skirt, intending to make a deeper advance. Just as my hand slipped inside her skirt and touched my mother's shapely

thigh , my mother jolted awake as if from a dream, pushing me away abruptly. Under the lamplight, her face was flushed, and

she was breathing heavily. We stared at each other for a good ten seconds before she shyly straightened her clothes and

walked . I snapped out of my daze and quickly took out a lighter to light the candles.

"Make a wish and blow out the candles!" My mother clasped her hands together, made a wish, and then blew out the candles. I handed

her the knife to cut the cake. My mother cut a piece and held it to my lips first, but I insisted that she eat it first. She took a small bite and then

handed it to me, which I swallowed whole. We shared the cake like that. Suddenly, the music from the stereo turned on, changing to a

romantic and warm tune. I asked my mother to put down what she was holding, pulled her to the center of the room, took her hand in one hand,

and placed the other on her waist, gesturing for her to dance. She hesitated for a moment, then followed my steps and

danced to .

"Mom, how long has it been since you danced?" "It's been quite a few years. I don't feel like dancing when I have social engagements. It was back when your father

was still alive." "I'll dance with you from now on! I remember when I was little, Mom and Dad often danced here.

From now on, I'll be Dad's substitute! I'll take care of you and love you in his place!" I looked at my mother with deep emotion. A hint of shyness appeared on

her beautiful face. If I had said that before, she would have given me a reproachful look.

I slowly lowered my head to my mother's head, and finally pulled her into my arms. We danced tenderly to the music

...

I slowly raised my head, stroked my mother's beautiful face with my hand, and slowly moved my lips to her fragrant lips

. She was also infected by my emotions, and closed her eyes, waiting for my kiss! Our four hot lips met

, releasing our love to the fullest. At this moment, all worries and troubles disappeared. My mother's hands tightly

hugged my back . My large hand traced her full, firm buttocks again, then slipped under her skirt.

The smooth, delicate feel of her legs was intoxicating, like an aphrodisiac that instantly ignited my hormones.

I went mad, my lips, capable of melting anything at that moment, moving from my mother's to her jade-like neck,

hungrily sucking every inch of her skin.

I heard my mother's heavy, soft moans! I felt her growing hot! Her firm breasts

heaved violently, guiding my lips to that spot. My hand greedily slipped between her legs, kneading her plump

inner thighs, moving upwards until it finally rested on that mysterious mound, where a rising, moist desire was stirring. I

couldn't wait to explore the deepest secret, but the passion, like a fleeting dream, was abruptly cut short once more!

My mother grabbed my hand again, one hand tightly clasped over her skirt through the fabric.

The music had stopped sometime earlier, and my mother's eyes met mine. My

eyes were full of longing, while hers held a hint of grievance and pleading. My heart melted

instantly . Her gaze pained me; I shouldn't have pressured her like that! I pulled my hand away from her skirt and embraced her again

, tears streaming down our faces. After a while, my mother gently got up, wiped

the tears , and smiled through her sobs, just like she had when I was a child, comforting me, "Xiaoxiao, don't cry!" I

wiped away her tears too. "Thank you, Xiaoxiao! I haven't had such a wonderful birthday in years! Come on, let's tidy up and go to

sleep!"

I nodded and silently followed her as she cleaned the living room. Then we went upstairs together. At the top of the stairs between the second and

third floors I took a thin paper bag

, about the size of my palm, from my pocket and handed it to my mother, saying, "Beautiful Mom, I have a special gift for you. Don't open it yet; look at it before you go to sleep." She took it and walked towards her bedroom with a

suspicious went back to the third floor somewhat nervously.

Inside that small paper bag was the video I had saved and burned onto my CD—the one I had secretly filmed that day, showing Aunt Fei and her son Qin Gang in

a passionate embrace.

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