[A Breakthrough for Mother and Son After the New Year] (Part 1, 9 episodes)

9.

Life is dialectical, and time is fleeting. The sedimentation of time changes our hearts, making us

more integrated with society, becoming intertwined.

This isn't just for the sake of elegance. Why? I recently changed jobs, from a low-level government office to

a more important one. While life is fulfilling, I feel much more repressed. I'm getting old. At least my mindset is no

longer young ; childlike innocence is gone, replaced by worldliness and sophistication.

I haven't continued my relationship with my mother for half a month. Firstly, I haven't had the time, and secondly, I haven't been in the mood.

Although I still think about her occasionally, and sometimes secretly read erotica, my physical desires no longer have

the passion they once had. I don't know why. I don't think it's because I'm tired of the past, because reading erotica still stirs

my emotions , and when I see my mother, I still imagine her naked.

Later, I realized it wasn't because I'm tired of the past, nor was it because my physical functions have declined. At work, I read a magazine

that detailed the various stages of a relationship between men and women. After getting to know each other, that is, after a few

sexual encounters , both people's feelings change, from physical interest to emotional interest. After reading this,

I gasped. Could it be that I've fallen in love with my own mother?

My feelings are complicated, and the story is ridiculous. I don't deny that I have some affection for my mother, but if it's

to the level of love, I'm not prepared for it, and I won't accept it. I'd rather pretend I read a piece of

nonsense. Of course, the magazine might have made one point: I'm more concerned about my mother's attitude now

than how she behaves when we're together.

Due to a lack of time to talk, I can't discuss this issue with my mother. After much thought, I

decided to pick up my pen, put down my "gun," and write a letter to my mother. Without the awkwardness of facing her, perhaps I can

achieve a better outcome. Stealing

a moment from my busy workday, I finished writing this letter to my mom: "Mom: This is only the second time I've

written .

I remember the first time was in middle school, when everyone was required to write a letter to their mother. I wonder if you

remember what it said?

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed. I'm no longer that little kid, although sometimes you still think

I'm a clueless brat. But now I have my own family and my own career.

I know that reading this will make you sigh. Sigh about how fast time flies, sigh about how life can be so unpredictable. Actually,

when you picked up this letter, it meant that I really grew up.

Because we haven't had time to communicate, I chose this method. When I picked up the pen, suddenly I

had so much to say to you. I don't know if it's because..." It's because I'm holding onto you that I dare to confess my feelings.

We 've discussed our relationship many times before.

But lately, I've been pondering a question, a difficult one to ask:

what am I doing this for? Is it really love?

Don't be surprised. Last time you said I only see you as a lover, and I agree.

But such a lover isn't a physical substitute; you'll always be my mother. Although such

behavior won't be accepted by society, there must be an objective reason why things happen.

It's my good fortune that you accept me.

I've loved you since I was little, but this love has recently been elevated, and we've had physical intimacy. I was

born of you; if I should thank you for giving me life before,

then now, I should feel... Thank you for elevating my soul. That's what I believe.

Although I know you must be under immense pressure from all sides, I truly don't understand

if my actions have hurt you. Last time you tried to push me onto that aunt, I suddenly realized,

were you trying to get rid of her?

Was it because my actions were unacceptable to you?

As I said before, you are not my object of physical release. Because you are my mother, I love you. Even if

there were many other aunts, even if they were more compatible with my sexual orientation, I wouldn't care; I only care about you, my

mother.

If our situation is a coincidence, then I should thank God for his arrangement. But, Mom,

what are your thoughts now? I'm truly confused.

(Destroy after reading, eagerly awaiting your reply.

Love you forever.) Son. "When I was on my early shift, I found a suitable opportunity and secretly gave the letter to

Mom, then eagerly awaited her reply. When I got home from work that evening, Mom didn't show

any , not even a hint. I slept anxiously all night, and when I went to work the next day, Mom

still hadn't replied. She just kindly put a coat on me and told me to wear more clothes since it was getting colder. I

was listless at work. What did it mean that Mom wasn't replying?

Suddenly, I saw the coat hanging on the hanger. I don't usually wear this coat. Could it be...? So

I felt the pocket, and sure enough, there was a piece of paper inside. I was extremely excited and immediately hid in the bathroom,

eagerly pulling it out. It was Mom's delicate handwriting, which I recognized."

"Eldest son: I don't know how to address you anymore. You said you've grown up, so I'll add 'elder' to that. I've kept the letter you wrote to me when you

were in middle school , and I often take it out to read. You wrote about your

ambitions and how you would take care of me in the future, which touched me deeply. I always thought of you as a child until

I read that letter, and then I realized you've grown up. I've long considered you a little man. It

's not that I'm deliberately being overly controlling; a mother worries about her child even when he's far away. No matter how old you are, as long as I'm alive, I'll always

consider you a child, do you understand? Therefore, you will always be my little man."

The thing you mentioned, I've actually been wanting to talk to you about it for a while, but every time we bring it up, you

get excited and do *that* to me. What can I say? Your approach is good. Since you're so eager

to know my thoughts, I'll tell you.

At first, I was really afraid I'd hurt you, and I was also afraid you'd think I was too promiscuous. But after you

said so much to me, I felt relieved and very touched.

Let me be honest with you first. Last time you asked me if I'd been with other men. Actually, you're my third

man. I don't know how you'll react after you read this, but promise me, don't be angry...

Please don't bring this up again, okay?

You asked me this, so you must have sensed something, right? That was when you were five years old, I don't know if you

remember anything ?

Mom can't forget the look in your eyes when you woke up at noon, I'll never forget it. It was from that day that I

broke off my relationship with that person.

He was none other than one of your dad's former superiors. At that time, your dad had just been discharged from the military, there was no one else in our family, and the

unit he was assigned to wasn't good. Your dad didn't have any special skills, so he was often discriminated against at work. Your dad often treated his superiors to meals, and

that's how I became acquainted with that person, and then that happened. However, it didn't last very long, only about

half a year, and then your dad was promoted. That person harassed me later, but I refused.

If you really still remember that noon, forget it, forget it completely like I did, just consider it

a contribution Mom made to this family.

As you said, what happened between Mom and you is not accepted by society. But you are Mom's only son, and I

have always hoped that you can be well and not go astray. If you can find happiness in Mom, I am willing. Mom, this

isn't sacrifice, it's voluntary. I pushed you towards your aunt because I didn't want you to get too deeply involved, and I didn't want to ruin this

originally happy family. Can you understand?

Love, Mom. "After reading Mom's reply, my dream finally came true. Mom dared to

tell me these things, which means she cares about me and considers me a confidante. So, I repeated my old trick and wrote this

letter to Mom again." Dear Mom:

Thank you for what you said to me. From now on, I won't mention it anymore, and I won't think there's anything wrong with you.

I used to read incest novels, and I felt the plots were exaggerated, and I didn't really believe such

things could happen.

Later, I came across many real cases in newspapers and online, and from then on, I thought this kind of thing still happens

a lot, just very discreetly.

You said I can get happiness from you, and it's true, Mom, hugging you feels wonderful. Being embraced by you

feels warm too. I get something from you that no other woman can provide: family love

. The bond between mother and child is the most beautiful and closest emotion in the world.

But, Mom, you still don't understand what I mean. Of course I know this is unethical, but

does being with my aunt mean it's not unethical? Isn't this the same thing? Mom, I want

your heart, your body, and your feelings. I don't want you to think I'm just looking for you to vent my frustrations on.

Love, your son. "Another day passed, and finally, Mom's reply arrived. It was very simple." Eldest son:

Mom understands what you mean.

Let's not talk about this anymore, let's leave it to fate. Tomorrow is a holiday, but your dad and Xiao Zi both have to work a day. Let's not keep

each other cooped up at home. The weather's been nice these past few days, let's go for a walk in the Western Hills.

"Love, Mom."

Although I felt a little regretful for wasting such a great opportunity, since Mom

brought it up at this crucial moment, I couldn't refuse. After Saturday, when the holiday started, Mom mentioned in front of everyone that she

wanted me to go to Xishan Park with her. Dad had no objections, but my wife disagreed, saying she wanted to wait until Qingming Festival to take her

. However, our whole family would be going back to our hometown to sweep the tombs during Qingming Festival, so her suggestion was rejected

.

So, on Sunday, I drove Mom to Xishan. Because it was a holiday, So there were a lot of people, mostly

college students . Some were in groups waving flags, while others were simply couples, whispering sweet nothings. My mom was dressed

very casually that day, in a black tracksuit, similar to yoga attire.

All the way up, I kept praising her for looking young, which made her laugh non-stop.

Gradually, the higher we climbed, the fewer people there were. Why? Only a few were actually out enjoying the spring scenery; they had all gone

into the woods. A single stone thrown down could startle several couples. After climbing for a while longer, my mom suggested we rest in a small pavilion by

the roadside .

"I'm really getting old. When I was young, I could climb to the top in one go, but not anymore," my mom said, massaging

her calves .

"What's wrong with you? I've been telling you you're young all this time, and you suddenly blurt out something like that.

Isn't that just trying to get me to praise you more? Haha." I joked with my mom, lifting her

right leg and placing it on my lap to massage it.

"Look at you. I told you, you need to exercise more. Look at all this lazy bum. You drive everywhere. When I

was young, I could walk all the way from my hometown to here, and then climb to the top without any problem." My mom tapped my head.

"Haha. Times have changed. Two legs aren't worth much anymore. Besides, Mom, am I lazy?

Didn't say you were pretty strong?" I said, looking at my mom slyly.

My mom knew what I meant, of course. She glanced at me, turned her head away, tucked her hair into her hands, and

said, "Here we go again, no respect for elders."

I moved to sit on my mom's left and continued massaging her left leg. The weather had indeed warmed up; my mom was only wearing a thin pair of thermal underwear

underneath , which felt very nice to the touch.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Mom asked when I didn't respond.

"What should I say? I'm busy touching you, aren't I?" I looked up and said with a mischievous grin.

"Okay, go ahead and press. Why did you suddenly decide to write me a letter?"

"Didn't I already say it in the letter? Haha."

"Yeah, I was quite surprised when you gave it to me, I didn't dare look at it for a while."

"What were you afraid of? Afraid I'd eat you? Haha."

"You silly boy, I was afraid you'd have some bad ideas again."

"Hey, what bad ideas could an honest and upright person like me have? Mom, you didn't explain things clearly in the end,

tell me."

"What didn't you explain clearly? Didn't you say everything?"

"You and that person, haha."

"You're going to get a beating, I knew I shouldn't have told you, shouldn't have believed you, you heartless bastard." "

I surrender. Don't hit me. Or I'll pinch your leg. What's the big deal? You've already told me, what are you afraid of?"

"I already said, I won't mention it again, what's there to say?"

"You didn't explain things clearly."

"Do you really remember?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"You could remember something so young?"

"That depends on the situation, how could I forget something like this?"

"I've known Miao since he was little, he's never been a good guy."

"Heh, you just realized? Tell me, how many times?"

"How many times?"

"How many times did he fuck you?

" "If I don't beat you, you won't give up."

"Oh, you really want to beat me, Mom?"

"Of course. I forgot how many times in total, but not many."

"That's like saying nothing at all, how many times exactly?"

"About ten times."

"All at our house?"

"Sometimes at his house too, but not often, I think only once or twice."

"He doesn't have a wife?"

"It's because he and his wife live apart that this happened."

"Where is he now?"

"I heard he went to Beijing, his wife works at some research institute there."

"Hmph, living apart. His wife must have been fucked a lot too." "Don't say such nasty things, don't

mention it ."

"Okay, I won't."

"What? Stop. There's someone here."

This conversation with my mom deeply agitated me, and my hand unconsciously moved towards the space between her parted legs.

My mother dodged and looked around, afraid someone might come. Once she was sure no one was around, she stopped

pulling my hand, letting me touch it freely.

"Mom, feel it, it's really hard." I grabbed her hand and placed it on my erect penis.

"Hehe. Do you know why I came out? You're so impatient." My mother stroked it a few times, then

gently .

My mother aroused me, and I wanted to reach into my pants, but she wouldn't let me. Just then,

a group of students climbed up, and I quickly let go of my mother. The students also saw the pavilion, and the leader called

them over to rest. Seeing so many people, I pulled my mother up and continued climbing. But as soon as I stood

up , I realized I was still hard, and quickly bent over.

My mother understood my predicament and pushed me towards the eastern slope. After crossing a large patch of thorns, my

mother and I reached the top of the valley on the side of the mountain. Below, tall trees covered everything completely, obscuring

the ground.

My mother clearly knew this mountain very well, guiding me forward from behind. I led the way for her,

asking how she knew so much about Xishan. She told me that when she was little, there wasn't much to eat, and since there were many elm trees here,

they would come here to collect elm seeds.

Then she began to reminisce about the good life we have now.

"Mom, were there always so many trees here? How did you get in with so many thorns?" I

asked, pulling aside a few thorns and turning back to my mother. "Back then, they were all small trees, easily reachable with a long hook.

There were thorns back then, even small weeds like these were cleared away and taken home for firewood," my mother said,

dodging a thorn.

Just as I turned back, I realized I had forgotten about the thorn in front of me, and my hand accidentally touched a thorn

branch , wiping a finger. My mother asked me with concern if I was alright, while scolding me for being careless.

"Oh dear, you've led me to this perfect spot. Lu Xun said that roads are made by people walking on them, but is this really made by people

?"

"How was I supposed to know it would turn out like this? Besides, if you hadn't made a fool of yourself, would I have dragged you

here ?

Keep going, see? That path is just ahead." Goodness, such a quiet place,

isn't it a perfect spot for a wildfire? How could I miss such a golden opportunity? But right now, we're in the thicket of thorns. Let alone

moving , even turning around requires caution. If I were to pull out a gun here, wouldn't it go off accidentally? So we continued on.

Finally, we crossed the thicket of thorns and arrived at the path in the middle of the valley. There was trash everywhere by the roadside:

ham skins, mineral water bottles, and occasionally, used condoms. It seemed this was indeed a prime location for a crime.

"The path you pointed out, I cut my hand, what should I do?" I stopped and turned to my mother.

"What can you do, you idiot?"

"Heal my wound." I pulled my mother over and started vigorously kneading her buttocks. "If you keep

pushing me, I'll crush you!"

Mom groaned as she struggled to break free. "Ugh... you little rascal, I knew you'd do this... Don't do this on

the road, go behind that rock over there."

Even though no one was around, it was broad daylight, and being on the roadside made me a little nervous. I followed Mom

's direction and saw a huge rock, so I pulled her towards it. Just as we reached the side, we heard

the sound of belts being fastened behind us—a hurried, panicked sound. Looking ahead, good heavens! There were two

people in middle school uniforms embracing. The boy was facing away from me, so I couldn't see his face, and the girl was crouching in his arms,

her hands holding up his pants.

Mom and I were both startled, and I quickly pulled Mom forward. After walking quite a distance, Mom

laughed behind me, saying, "Haha. Thank goodness we weren't there, or we would have been so embarrassed. Did they see us?

What would they think?"

I stopped, catching my breath, and said, "No, no.

They after we left, did they not stick their heads out to look?

It's not that I'm lucky we weren't there, it's that I'm lucky I didn't call for your mom, or it would have been a disaster." Mom didn't say anything, just

stood there with her legs apart and hands on her hips, smiling at me. I looked around; it was definitely safe, so...

I stepped forward and placed my hand between her legs, beginning to caress her through her pants. Mom immediately

squeezed her legs together, looked around to make sure it was safe, then put her hands on my shoulders, and we embraced

.

After caressing her legs for a while, I started touching her buttocks. Unlike before, Mom was wearing less clothing

today , and the fabric was very smooth, making her buttocks seem particularly perky. Every time I squeezed,

Mom would arch her back slightly, making soft "hmm, hmm" sounds.

When I couldn't resist any longer, I slowly pulled down Mom's pants from behind. Mom also took her hands

off my shoulders and unbuckled my belt. As I pulled down her outer pants, Mom had already grasped

my penis.

"Hard, so naughty," Mom whispered in my ear. The long johns were very thin, bulging and clinging to my buttocks.

I couldn't help but rub them hard with the back of my hand a few times, fully experiencing their roundness. Mom started pushing me forward, no longer

hesitating , and began to slowly pull down her long johns while stroking her. My hands touched something fleshy.

"Mom, where are your underwear?" My penis was already between Mom's legs.

"Hmm, not wearing anything."

"Hehe. So you were prepared all along?"

"No, I didn't expect you to be here. I thought you'd do it when you got back."

"Mom, I love you, you're so lewd, I want to fuck you."

"Hmm, come in. Don't talk about me. How do I do it?"

"Like this, you lean against the tree behind you, I'll enter from the front."

"Won't I tear your clothes? Or should I bend down and come from behind?"

"It's okay, my hand is on your butt, like this, I can't see your face from behind."

"Pervert. You want to watch me do it."

"Hehe. Because you're my mom, I'll watch you fuck."

Mom had already spread her legs, and I lifted her right leg high with my arm. After confirming the location of Mom's vagina

, I tightened my buttocks and thrust all the way in. Mom half-closed her eyes and made a "hmm" sound.

After adjusting my position slightly, I started to hold Mom's buttocks and thrust hard.

"Hmm... so fast right after coming in."

"Weren't you pretty wet?"

"It's your fault. It's your fault. Hmm..."

"Mom, finally it's in again."

"You little pervert."

"Hehe, didn't you say I was big?"

"Eldest son, little pervert. Hehe."

"How am I a pervert?"

"Hmm... you fuck... your mom..."

"Hehe, I'll fuck you. One, two, three, four... Mom, you count, see how many

times my dick has gone in."

"Pervert. Hmm... eight, nine, hmm... ten..."

"Ah... Mom, it feels so good to be embraced by you."

"Hmm, you're tormenting me. You've been in fifteen times. I'm not counting anymore."

"Hehe. Mom, does it feel good for your eldest son to fuck you?" "Don't be a pervert. Don't say it, just fuck." "If I can

fuck you, can't I say it? I'll say it." "You're not allowed to say it here... um..." "Hey, there's no one here.

What's ? Look, God gave us humans wisdom and thought, these are luxuries, the most basic things, ah

... Mom, you're so hot inside. The most basic thing is also the body, isn't the purpose of having a body to do this

?

I'm thrusting into you along the path I came from, it feels so good..." "Stop talking, fuck me, fuck me..." "

Um, Mom... I like fucking you, I like holding your ass and fucking you like this, I like the feeling of our bodies

colliding ."

"Um... eldest son, speak softly. Is Mom horny?"

"Horny, horny Mom. I'm fucking horny Mom."

"Um, Mom is horny. Mom won't give to anyone else, Mom wants you, Mom wants you to fuck me. Um... switch legs, they're numb."

Mom was already panting, and her hair, which was coiled on her head, was already disheveled. My mother and I separated our tightly pressed

bodies. She seemed unsteady on her feet, her dark pubic hair soaked with her juices. She stood weakly in place,

waiting for my re-entry. Clearly, she was very aroused today. To prevent her from exhausting herself, I had her

turn around and lean against a tree. After touching her large buttocks a few times from behind, I searched for her

wet opening with my penis. My mother cooperated by spreading her legs, her buttocks raised high. Only after I penetrated her did she straighten up

. I pulled hard on her waist, and she gripped my wrists, arching her buttocks

back while trying to stand upright, lying on my chest.

Although her large buttocks somewhat hindered the depth of my penetration, it was precisely

this size that gave my lower abdomen greater pressure and lubrication. It felt very good. With each thrust, Mom's body rose and

fell with mine, like a small boat sailing on waves... Mom seemed to enjoy this position;

without vigorous thrusting, she would gasp for breath.

"Mmm...mmm...you can't see me...mmm..."

"Ah, Mom, your ass is so big. I'm looking at you from below, looking at your pussy." "You

bad boy. Mmm..."

"Mom, did that guy fuck you like this too?" "

You brought it up again. Mmm...you bad boy."

"Tell me, did he fuck my mom like this?"

"Mmm...yes, like this...mmm...Mom's so excited, Mom's going to...mmm...lose control."

"Mom, me too, so excited. Ah...your ass is so big and soft, and your pussy is so tight."

I don't know if it was the position that excited Mom, or my words that stimulated her. Mom trembled

almost uncontrollably as she responded to my thrusts; I could feel her pussy getting very tight too. In the third part

, I mentioned my buddy Xiaoqiang. I wonder if it's

appropriate ?

"Mom, is it okay? Is it comfortable?"

"Mmm...it's amazing, it's comfortable."

"Why is it comfortable?"

"You're fucking me comfortably. Mmm..."

"Mom, I'm the third one to fuck you, your cunt has endured the thrusting of three dicks."

"You bad guy, here we go again. Ah...it's so hard. I'm going to lose control. Everyone who fucks me is a bad guy."

"Mom. Is your eldest son a bad guy too? Is it comfortable for your eldest son to fuck you?"

"It's comfortable, you bad guy."

"Mom, you know what? Xiaoqiang is also quite interested in you."

When my mother heard what I said, her cunt clenched tightly around me, then she stopped moaning,

looked back at me with a smile, and I continued to hug my mother and bounce up and down. My mom, who was holding my arm, flipped me over and smacked my

bottom , saying, "What are you saying? Who is this?"

"Xiao Qiang, you don't not know him, do you? Last time he got drunk, he said you were very sexy, and that he liked people

like ."

"Hehe. Don't joke like that."

"Really? It wasn't a joke! He said your bottom is nice, and that it would be very comfortable to lie on top of you."

"So you didn't hit him?"

"Why did you hit him? He's drunk. Besides, people speak the truth when they're drunk. He doesn't usually say that."

"Sigh, you young people... um... why are you inserting it so deep?"

"Mom, it seems like at least the fourth cock wants to go in like this to find out."

"Nonsense, he's talking about your mom, and you're not saying anything to him. What else did he say?" "He didn't say anything else, just that

he'd die happy if you held him and let him sleep with you."

"Um... hard, fuck me..."

"Mom. Do you think he really wants to fuck you?"

"You bad guy... um..." "Mom, I'm asking you. What if he comes to you drunk and wants to fuck you?

What will do?"

"You bad guy, I won't let him."

"Mom, how about this? Let's get together sometime, the three of us. I'll get him drunk and see

how he reacts when he's with you. If he really has those feelings, I'll fuck you with him. Is that okay?"

"You bad guy. Ah... um... no. You're going to sell your mom..."

"Mom, you've never tried two dicks at the same time, have you? It feels so good."

"Um...no. You've tried it?"

"I haven't, but I have. We fucked his girlfriend together, and we fucked Xiao Zi together too."

"Ah? Really? You young people..."

"Really, Mom, you're next. We'll fuck you together."

"No, I don't want to."

"Don't want what? Don't want him to fuck you? It feels so good, Xiao Zi and his girlfriend both said so.

I'll arrange it in a couple of days, we'll drink first, then fuck you. How about it?"

"Fuck...fuck me...um..."

"Mom, I'm asking you how it is?"

"You bad boy, I can't take it anymore...two young guys."

"Yeah, two young guys fucking you. Mom, are you excited?"

"Um...both of you shoot in me...ah..."

"Mom, who of us will shoot in you first? Ah...your pussy is so tight."

"You shoot first, um...I can't take it anymore, your own son will shoot inside first, touch me."

"Yeah, Mom. I'll shoot in you now."

"Shoot me, shoot Mom, shoot it all in, all of it..."

"Mom. I shot, I shot. Bend your ass..."

"Mmm...so much, it's all...flowing out, my clothes, my clothes..." Just as I finished, my phone rang.

Urgent work matter, I had to go back immediately.

Mom's workplace. Mom's ass.

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