[A story about ethics and humanity]

This is a story about ethics and humanity, one that most people may not understand, or even despise,

the protagonist of. But his joys and sorrows are also beyond most people's comprehension. I'm telling this story in the first person

because, like many others, I want to delve into the protagonist's inner world…

I am thirty-two years old, living in a quiet seaside town, working in a public institution. I have a

gentle and virtuous wife and a smart and adorable son. To most people, we should be a happy family of three. But I

often gnaw on a deep, unspeakable pain. In fact, sometimes it could be called pain, but also

the greatest joy of my life

. Speaking of my joy, I must mention my mother, a woman who was once beautiful and elegant, but whose radiance has gradually faded with

the passage . She will always be irreplaceable in my heart, and my story

began because of her…

Twelve years ago, on a long, boring summer afternoon when I was twenty, the cicadas were chirping incessantly, making me

restless I tossed and turned in my bed, already tired of the summer vacation I had been longing for day and night, and I was already

counting down the days until school started.

My father was the vice president of a large company, and he had been working at the Shenzhen branch for over a year, constantly

traveling domestically and internationally, only able to come home during the Spring Festival. I was an only child, without siblings, and my

introverted personality meant I had very few friends. It was alright at school, but when I got home, I found my language skills were

gradually deteriorating. At that moment, I really wanted to find something to smash, or someone to fight

. By the way, you're probably wondering, what about your mother? Doesn't she talk to you? Yes, I do have a mother,

but when we're together, we only talk briefly when we're eating face-to-face, or

when we're watching TV. She wants to watch soap operas while I want to watch sports, so we argue a bit and then we rarely

talk She has her own circle of friends, and I have my own things to do

. I often think that this home has lost its meaning for me. I was lying in bed, thinking about

what preparations I should make before going back to school. Suddenly, the door opened, and it was my mother. "You've been home all day, doing nothing

!" she complained again. I didn't want to argue; I was too lazy to say anything. But I still glanced at my mother

. That one glance changed my life forever, even to this day. My

mother was wearing a very thin nightgown. She had probably just come back from shopping. It was too hot, so she took a shower. Her wet hair was dripping water, droplets running down her white neck and then down to her chest . The silk nightgown clung tightly to her soft breasts 　　. Keep in mind, my mother was wearing the nightgown without anything underneath. I was a little lost in thought. My mother seemed to realize something and immediately turned away, but she still said, "Don't just lie there all the time. Go out for some fresh air. Go to the supermarket and buy the groceries for dinner!" Then she left my room. 　　Actually, everyone who knows my mother thinks she's a great beauty. [ Image of her in her youth] The photo once hung in the window of a photo studio and was also used in calendars—the old-fashioned kind, of course. Now, she's middle-aged, but time seems unable to diminish her innate elegance and beauty. 　　I think my father pursued my mother because of her beauty, although he, a former soldier, has never admitted it. But in my opinion, it should have been my father who pursued my mother. My actions just now were probably also due to being attracted by my mother's beauty. 　　A woman's body is a huge temptation for a young, vigorous man. It's strange, really. In college, although many girls took the initiative to throw themselves at me, I never accepted them. So, my friends often said to me: "It's a pity your parents gave you such a tall figure and a handsome face; what a waste!" Some even wondered if I was gay. There were so many rumors like that. I know I'm not interested in men, but I don't know why I'm not interested in young girls either. 　　But... but today, my mother's body gave me that kind of impulse for the first time. This thought flashed through my mind, but it really startled me. I pretended to turn over and lazily replied to my mother, "Ugh! I don't want to go grocery shopping, I want to sleep!" 　　After turning around, I couldn't calm myself down at all. All I could see was my mother standing in front of her wet hair, her snow-white neck, her breasts that were barely visible... What's wrong with me? What's going on? 　　That night, I felt nothing at all during dinner; I wasn't hungry or full. My eyes kept sneaking glances at my mother. I was also unusually "obedient" that night, not fighting with her for the TV, and went to my room early to "sleep." 　　I don't know if my mother was feeling the same way, unable to calm herself down. That night, my thoughts were chaotic. Just thinking about my mother triggered a strong physical reaction. I realized that this was how unreleased feelings could manifest; it wasn't something that could be resolved by smashing things or hitting people. 　　For the first time, I experienced sexual urges, albeit towards my mother. The intense physical sensations completely overwhelmed my sense of shame and morality. At that moment, I had only one thought: Mom, I need you so much! Most people would think, "How could this be? Your impulse came on too quickly! " 　　Actually, I wasn't quite sure what happened either, but it just happened. The morning sun was particularly dazzling, and I woke up in its blinding light. I hadn't slept well at all the night before, but after waking up, I told myself: "It's nothing, it's all over, don't think about it, haha..." 　　My mother was already awake, had prepared breakfast, and was calling me to get up. I kept telling myself nothing had happened, but when I opened the door and greeted my mother again, that male impulse surged through me once more. I tried my best to control myself, not to think, not to think... 　　"Mom, I'm going out to play basketball this morning, and I'm going swimming at the beach at noon. Don't wait for me for lunch!" Actually, these were all excuses, just to minimize my contact with my mother alone. 　　"Okay, then be careful..." I didn't hear what my mother said after that, and I ran out of the house 　　Of all the sports, my favorite is basketball. I remember in high school, I would participate in every basketball game . There were always some girls screaming outside the court, I don't know why? I think my height is probably due to basketball.

Those buddies have been playing basketball with me for half the summer. After we'd sweat it out, we'd go for

a Using physical exhaustion to drive away our mental frustration was really effective

. Swimming at midday means getting sunburned; skin soaked in the cold quickly turns brown after being exposed to the sun.

After all that intense exercise, I was so hungry! I rushed into the house and headed straight for the kitchen. Hunger made me

forget everything except food. Why was there nothing left for me? I rummaged through drawers and cupboards.

"Mom, is there anything to eat at home? I'm starving!"

"..."

"Mom..."

My mother didn't respond, so I went into her room to ask her. Of course, when I opened her door,

she was already asleep. My intuition told me I shouldn't come in, but my subconscious compelled me

to walk to her sleeping side

. At that moment, she looked like a child in my eyes as she slept. I especially wanted to protect her. My father was

away most of the year, and I only came back during holidays. My mother was all alone at home, guarding this big

house. For a woman in her forties, it must have been very difficult, and her status forced her to always

appear content and happy in front of outsiders. But it was all an act, I knew!

I slowly approached my mother, and my hand couldn't help but touch her fluffy, curly hair. It was so soft. My mother moved slightly

, and I was startled, quickly pulling my hand back and tiptoeing out of the room.

In the bathroom, I rinsed myself with water. Why couldn't I forget? You are her son,

she is your mother. What you did was worse than an animal! *Slap! Slap!* I slapped myself twice, the

sound particularly jarring amidst the rushing water. But for some reason, although I tried my best to restrain myself, I

couldn't control my legs. As if possessed, I walked into my mother's room again…

I gently approached her, my mind blank. My mother slept so peacefully, like a

baby—something I had never noticed before. Lying before me now was no longer the mother who gave me life and raised me

, but a woman I could never truly possess.

My fingers traced her cheek; it was so delicate and smooth, as if time had especially favored her. My breathing

quickened, and my hands began to tremble. When I quietly touched my lips to my mother's face, my heavy

breathing… I startled my mother awake.

"Xiaobing, what are you doing?" My mother stared at me with wide, surprised eyes.

My eyes, too, were wide open, filled with terror as I looked at her. Countless people had commented on

how similar our eyes were, but no one had imagined that even in moments of shock, we would look at each other so alike.

"I...I...Mom..." I stammered, at a loss for words.

My mother probably realized what I was about to do and struggled to get up, but the overwhelming urge made me frantically

push her down, holding her tightly. I couldn't conquer or persuade her with words, so I could only

force her with my body.

"Mom, promise me, I love you, I need you, I can't control myself, Mom, please

..."

"Little soldier, do you know what you're doing? I'm your mother!" The mother could only

plead with her son, but her beastly son wouldn't listen to any advice

. "I know, you need it too, please promise me, I can't take it anymore, Mom, Mom..."

Although he had just showered, he was now burning with desire, unable to distinguish between water and sweat, only feeling liquid dripping

down his cheeks. His mother looked at him with tearful eyes, and he looked back at her with

eyes

Looking back, I might not have been myself anymore; primal animalistic instincts had overtaken my entire consciousness. I

frantically kissed his mother's forehead, lips, neck, chest... Perhaps fearing the neighbors would hear,

or perhaps she hadn't received male affection in a long time, her words changed from scolding to gentle reproach, and her body, which had initially struggled fiercely

, began to respond to my actions.

Our lips were wetly pressed together, our tongues sometimes intertwining, sometimes

swirling wildly in each other's mouths. After all, it was a young body, strong and elastic, gleaming healthily in the sunlight; her angular

face, though still slightly childish, was already beginning to exude masculinity. All of this was

a tremendous temptation for my mother

. I knew that although she didn't want to do it, instinct made it impossible for her to resist the

strong physical demands of someone like me. Her hands, like desperately grasping at a straw, clung to my back. I scratched wildly, occasionally a sharp pain would flash by,

but for some reason, this pain only excited me more.

I can't remember exactly how it happened, but when I realized what I was doing, my mother and

I were already entangled together, completely naked. My instinct was to immediately find that place I had seen countless times in pornographic videos

, but at that time I had no idea how to find it. Seeing my mother looking at me with longing

eyes , I felt even more lost. I could only press myself against my mother, drenched in sweat,

looking at her with pleading eyes

. Suddenly, a smile appeared on my mother's face that surprised me. I felt my mother gently lift me up

, and then... "Ah," so this is what it feels like, indescribable.

I couldn't help but groan, and my mother responded, excitedly calling my name, "

Xiaobing ..." My mother's body was so warm. I dared not move; I felt that if I moved, I would lose this wonderful feeling

. "Xiaobing, move a little, Mommy begs you to move a little...ah..." My mother suddenly lost her usual composure,

strongly urging me

. "Oh, oh," I looked at my mother's excited expression and frantically began to move my body, but before

my mother could enjoy the most pleasurable moment, I had already completed my virginity as a man. The excitement at the end made

my body tremble uncontrollably, and I hugged my mother tightly, wishing I could crush her...

"Mom, I love you, I love you more than ever now!" I breathed rapidly, but the pleasure I had just

experienced still controlled my brain, including my words, which were controlled by my excited body. My mother

hugged me tenderly, and her son's performance as a man also allowed her to taste the wonder of being a woman.

"Xiaobing, do you know what you were doing just now?"

"..."

"The place you just went to is the place you used to be."

"..."

"Hehe, you're still confused. What you did just now can be described as 'revisiting familiar places'!"

"Oh, hehe!" No matter what, I was still very embarrassed. On the contrary, my mother's behavior was

completely different

In fact, most men's first time ends like this, without any flavor. But it was this tasteless

lovemaking that led me to establish a very subtle mother-son relationship with my mother.

Perhaps due to excessive excitement, coupled with exercising all morning, I quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up, my mother had already prepared dinner. It seemed that she had boiled crab. The aroma immediately filled my nostrils, and

my brain made my saliva secrete uncontrollably

. The hunger that had been replaced by excitement earlier attacked me again. I ran into the kitchen in my slippers and saw my mother's back as she

cooked dinner. Recalling everything that had just happened, the happiness I had never realized I had always had was

right in front of me.

"Mom!" I suddenly hugged her from behind. My mother's waist was tucked tightly into her shoulders, and I started to whine to her like

a

"Oh dear, you scared me to death! When did you wake up?" Perhaps my movements were too sudden, for I startled her

.

"I was hungry, I followed the smell, it looks like crabs, right?" I looked around, my nose still

searching for the source of the aroma.

"Oh dear, you silly child, why did you come running here naked? Go back and get dressed! Really!"

I then realized I had gotten up in such a rush and wasn't wearing anything. Heh, if my mother had seen

my , I would have been incredibly ashamed. But now I could show my most genuine side to her,

even if it was in this way. I stuck out my tongue and made a face. The more my mother urged me, the more

leisurely walked back to my room. In just one afternoon, I was amazed by my own transformation!

After dinner, we didn't have another TV battle. Just as it was getting dark, my mother and I once again threw ourselves into

each other's arms, our bodies pounding wildly.

My mother, being more experienced, guided me quickly; I became

quite adept , occasionally teasing her playfully. Suddenly, my mother became like a little girl,

her face flushed. When she didn't know how to deal with her mischievous son, all she could do was

bury her head deeply in my chest.

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