[A Night of Passion] Chapter 4

Chapter Four

(This chapter will be written from the perspective of the mother and son, and it will be indicated whether it is the mother's perspective or the son's perspective.

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Son: He rushed upstairs, slammed the door shut, and the room was eerily quiet. His heartbeat began to fill the room.

Aunt , I actually had sex with my aunt. At the time, I was blinded by lust and didn't realize what was wrong. Now, thinking about

it, I feel scared. This is blatant incest. When did I become such a person, violating ethics and morality? I hope that

when my aunt wakes up, the past will be forgotten. I can only pretend that nothing happened. Then, thinking about

the scene of their physical encounter, I still can't help but breathe faster and my face flush. I turn around and go to the bathroom to wash up

.

Mother: Sitting by the window of the Peninsula Cafe by the sea, she thought about what happened with her brother-in-law yesterday. She felt lingering fear. After all, my

thinking is not conservative, but I would never go to the point of having an affair with my brother-in-law. And now, it really

happened. What should I do? Continue this shameful, scandalous relationship, or

distance ? Lost in thought, Mrs. Fang's voice brought me back to reality. "Bingyan, Bingyan, the phone..." I realized

my phone had been ringing for a while. I picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hello, are you Yan Zixuan's mother?"

"Uh, yes."

"I'm his teacher. I'd like to make a home visit for you today."

"A home visit? Yes, teacher. When will you be coming?"

"Around ten o'clock."

"Okay, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After hanging up, I hurriedly explained a few words to Mrs. Fang, then drove home...

Zi: After showering, wrapped in a bathrobe, water droplets dripping from her wet hair onto the floor, she

dried her hair with a towel as she walked towards her room. The scent of her shower gel was the same as

the perfume —lavender. The scene from earlier involuntarily came to mind again. He was already aroused,

his bathrobe creating a small tent. He shook his head, wondering if it was useless now that his aunt was awake. "Why am I

thinking about can't do this, Yan Zixuan. Your parents taught you right from wrong from a young age

. You've already been forgiven for doing this once; how can you have such inappropriate thoughts again?" As he spoke, his hand gradually moved downwards. "Yes, if I release it

, I won't think about it anymore." He couldn't help but start masturbating… unaware that a figure had been watching him from behind…

Mother: Back home, she took out her keys, opened the door, and called out, "Zixuan, Xiaoxuan?" No one answered.

Had Zixuan gone out? Where could he have gone at this hour? The teacher would be here soon; if he wasn't home, what should she do for the home visit?

Thinking as I walked towards my son's room... the scene before me completely stunned me. Xiao Xuan's legs were propped up on

the desk, his bathrobe barely covering his young body, and the protruding column in the middle was clearly his...

Uncontrollable tears blurred my vision. "Child, it's your parents' fault for not teaching you well," I sobbed, startling my son.

He turned around, speechless... "

I don't know if I was too engrossed in my thoughts, but I didn't hear Mom calling me when she got home.

Suddenly sobbing behind me, and I turned around to see Mom..." I was shocked and terrified... My penis had already

gone limp. I quickly covered myself with the bathrobe, and just as I was about to explain, Mom turned and ran towards her room... With a bang,

just as the door was about to close, I ignored the pain in my hand and got stuck between the door and the frame.

Blood spurted from the area between my thumb and forefinger. My mother was stunned and ran over to stop me, grabbing my hand. "Zixuan, are you alright?

Mom didn't mean to!"

Seeing the scene before me, I felt both angry and resentful. I couldn't bear to look into my son's innocent eyes. Yes, what

boy his age doesn't have a masturbation habit? I turned and ran towards my room, slamming the door in my panic,

wanting only to escape this awkward situation as quickly as possible. But I never expected my son to so recklessly use his hand to block it. Seeing

the blood gushing from his hand, I couldn't care less about my anger. "Zixuan, are you alright? Mom didn't mean to!" But

my son, with tears in his eyes, mumbled, "Mom, Mom, you, you have to let me explain..." He then broke down in sobs.

Looking at this little man before me, his eyes filled with grievance and remorse, what reason could I possibly have to blame him?

"I can only blame myself for not having enough time to communicate properly with my son..." Seeing that I didn't speak, Zixuan continued, "Mom, I,

I..." He stammered, "I was really holding it in, that's why... that's why I did this, you have to believe me." Hearing his

tired voice, my heart softened...

Zixuan: Mom didn't seem to want to continue blaming me. "Mom, I'm not a child anymore. In

the school dormitory, one time when I woke up, I found my underwear was wet. At first, I thought I had wet the bed, but after looking closely, I

realized it was milky white and didn't look like urine. Later, my classmates told me it was wet soil." "Semen is like a pool that's full and about to overflow

. My classmate told me that masturbation can release it properly and not harm my body. I was really suffering from holding it in

, that's why I did it. Mom, Mom, you have to believe me."

Mother: After hearing her son's explanation, I gradually understood what was going on. I wiped away the tears from the corners of her son's eyes. "Zixuan, Mom doesn't

blame you. Mom is just ruthless. I'm ruthless that I didn't have time to communicate with you properly." After hearing this, her son couldn't hold back anymore and

started crying on her chest. (My son and my sister are about the same height, 163 cm. I am 167 cm. When my son cried on my chest

, his chin was right on my chest.) This was the first time in all these years that my son and I had been so close since he went to boarding school.

The frequency of his sobs caused my chest to bounce, and gradually, I felt aroused

. In a moment of panic, I suddenly pushed him away…

“Mom, what’s wrong? Are you still angry with Xuan?”

“No, no,” I dared not tell him it was because I was aroused. “Your teacher said she’s coming for a home visit. You,

you go change your clothes quickly, the teacher will be here soon.”

“Okay.”

I couldn’t help but hug my mother, my chin resting squarely on her breasts. I felt

a warmth of maternal love I’d never experienced before, a warmth that went straight to my toes. I cried and rubbed against my mother like

a spoiled child. My manhood began to stir, and wicked thoughts surged into my mind again. What should I do? I

can’t this. Just then, my mother pushed me away. I thought she was still angry with me, but it turned out the teacher was coming for

a home visit. I went back to my room to change, remembering that the teacher’s visit was probably related to my declining grades.

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