【Mature Mother in Stockings - Cousin's Imprisonment】(7)

(VII)
I saw a post online by a foreign psychology expert on love, and it was really insightful
. One particular passage is deeply etched in my mind:
Loving someone doesn't necessarily mean possessing them. No matter what they're doing, as long as you see them happy
, you are the happiest. This kind of love, buried deep in your heart, is the greatest love in the world. (Hehe, this
isn't something an expert said; it's just something I made up).
I remember how my mother used to always look so melancholy, especially after my cousin left—that desperate, blank look in her
eyes. Now my mother has found her happiness. No matter what, my greatest wish is for her to be happy.
Since I can't change it, I should try to understand.
But when will my happiness come? Maybe in the next life. I silently prayed that in the next
life, I wouldn't want to be her son again. I wanted to be her man, to conquer her with my strength, to cherish her,
and to make her the happiest woman in the world.
The teacher often talks about putting yourself in someone else's shoes. If you really think about it from a different perspective, my mother's feelings for my cousin
are actually the same as my feelings for my mother. Mom, do you know that? There is still a man in this world who is willing to do
anything for you, even die for you, he would do it willingly and be happy.
Now I feel much lighter. No matter what, I still have to go home. At least God allows me
to see my beloved mother every day, I should be content, even if it's just me comforting myself.
When I got home, it was already dark. A sumptuous dinner on the table and my mother's sweet smile were in
front of me. But my mother's eyes were different from before, full of happiness, yet also seemed to be filled with a hint of apology.
"Son's back, where have you been? You made your mother so worried, come and eat."
"I'm sorry to have worried you, Mom. I went to a classmate's house to tutor him. Next time, I'll call
you in advance."
"Good son, so sensible. Having such a good son, Mom is blessed in her past life."
My mother kept sighing, and I could understand what she was thinking at that moment. And then,
the sound of snoring came from my mother's bedroom. Who else could it be but someone else?
"I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful mother, really."
At first, Mom looked up into my eyes, her expression particularly distressed. I knew she probably thought I was being sarcastic
. But slowly, seeing the sincerity in my eyes, she smiled knowingly, though her smile seemed to carry a hint
of apology.
From her expression, I knew Mom wanted to say something more, but she didn't. She just smiled and watched
me eat dinner. After dinner, I sat on the sofa to rest, and Mom tidied up a bit and sat down
beside me.
"Good son, Mom isn't a good mother, but I've been suppressing this for too long. Don't you really blame
me?"
"How should I put it? Actually, I've thought a lot today. Over the years, I've worried
myself sick for our family. It hasn't been easy for me. I know very well what Dad is like now. The fact that you've taken this step
means it's because Dad neglected you and hurt me."
"Son, do you really think that way?"
"I've also been wrong. All I do is study, I'm almost a bookworm now. I rarely talk to you about my feelings. I haven't understood you. Now 　　I apologize
for saying so many hurtful things to you that day. I hope you can forgive me." 　　"Good son, what can I say? Waaah..." 　　Mom hugged me tightly, crying uncontrollably. I understood that her tears contained apology, but even more so, 　　happiness. I felt the warmth of my mother's embrace again, her soft breasts pressed tightly against me. 　　When she kissed my cheek, I found myself hard without realizing it, a feeling of impending ejaculation 　　gripping my heart. 　　I can't be so despicable as to desecrate my most sacred mother; she's the person I love most in this life. But 　　what can I do? I'm not a saint. I wish time could stand still at this moment, never to turn again. 　　"Don't cry, Mom. Your son wants to ask you for something, and I hope you can grant it." 　　"Son, just say it. Mom will grant you anything." 　　Hearing my mother say this, my heart felt like a bottle of taste had been spilled. Dear Mom, do you know? Your son 　　most wants you to be my wife. Sigh, don't even think about it. Even if I could possibly take my cousin's place, so what 　　? What can I offer Mom happiness? Neither spiritually nor physically, I can bring Mom 　　joy, nor can I satisfy her. 　　Isn't loving someone about wanting her to be happy every moment? 　　"Mom, I know you don't love Dad, but you've lived together for so many years, and you still have me as your son 　　. I just hope you'll promise me you won't hurt him too much. When Dad comes home after the New Year, he 　　won't stay for more than a few days anyway, so you and my cousin should accommodate him and make him happy. Let's try to maintain this 　　complete family together, okay? As long as Mom is happy, I will never interfere with you and 　　my cousin." 　　"Good son, I never thought you could be so understanding. I'll listen to you. In my next life, I'll be your 　　servant and repay you properly, sob sob." 　　Oh, my dear mother, please don't be my servant in my next life. I just hope you can be my wife 　　, so that I can love you well. That would be the greatest blessing for me. 　　What else can I do to maintain this family that exists in name only? 　　"Don't cry, Mom, I'm going back to my room." 　　"Thank you for your concern, son. You know, these are tears of happiness." 　　That night, Mom specially made me a cup of milk and told me to get some rest. When I went to the bathroom at night, 　　I heard my cousin snoring. I went to their bedroom and saw them both fast asleep, completely 　　naked. 　　My mother's back was pressed tightly against my cousin's chest, her head resting on his strong arm, their four legs intertwined 　　. My cousin's hand was inside my mother's vagina, and her face was filled with a happy, contented 　　smile.

Looking at my mother's full, slender legs, her delicate little feet, her full breasts, and her tender vulva,
I couldn't help but ejaculate again. Although I ejaculated on my hand, in my heart, it will always be for my beloved
mother.
Mom, your happiness is my greatest wish.
The night is so long… Dear Mom, I won't let you down. I will definitely get into the best
university and give you the happiest life in the future. But, even if I really become a successful person,
can I truly bring you happiness?
This afternoon's online experience seems to have matured me a lot. Every classic sentence echoes in
my ears. A woman's greatest happiness is not how much wealth she possesses, but being with the man she loves and
silently giving to him.
I don't expect to have a mother like my cousin. As long as I can see my mother's happy smile every day, silently
give to her, and pray for her, that is my greatest happiness. I can't live without my mother
.
When I woke up in the morning, my mother had already prepared breakfast, while my cousin was still fast asleep in his room. On the table
were milk, bread, eggs, and beef that Mom had carefully prepared. When she saw me, she smiled
, and I could tell she was genuinely happy.
"Son, you're awake. Come and eat breakfast; it's all your favorites."
Mom sat opposite me while I ate, watching me with a beaming smile, looking incredibly charming. Although I
didn't have to go to school recently, I still had to pretend to. After breakfast, I picked up my schoolbag and headed out.
"Wait, here you go. Don't skimp on yourself. Buy whatever you like to eat, but remember to eat less fried food;
it's not good for your health."
Mom handed me 100 yuan. To be honest, aside from paying school fees, Mom
had never given me so much money at once before. Seeing my surprise, she insisted on putting it
in my hand and went to the restroom.
Somehow, I found myself in an internet cafe, opening a forum for emotional expression. A
man's astonishing confession deeply moved me.
The gist of the story is that he was a man under thirty with a beautiful mother. He
had secretly loved her since childhood but never confessed. One day, he returned home to find
his mother in bed with a man more than ten years younger than her. He stormed in and
beat the man mercilessly. The man escaped with his mother's help. His
mother wept bitterly, pleading with him to forgive her. One day, she knelt before her son
, begging him to allow them to be together, even threatening suicide, but he still refused. His
mother grew increasingly thin and depressed until one day, he couldn't bear it any longer and confessed his love to her.
What awaited him was a note from his mother: she and the man had left and never returned. Ultimately,
consumed by his forbidden love and longing for his mother, the man became an alcoholic and developed a terminal illness. He
deeply regretted his actions; if only he had understood his mother and silently blessed her, at least he could still see his
mother and love her silently.
This man wrote this confession hoping that teenagers with Oedipus complexes would avoid easily expressing
this forbidden love to their mothers. Since you love her, whatever she does, as long as she feels happy,
don't interfere easily, don't hurt her fragile heart. Loving her silently and making sacrifices for her is the right choice
.
After reading this article and its afterword, I gasped, feeling so glad I hadn't gone to extremes to force
my mother. Although my mother might not abandon me like that man's mother, thinking of her melancholy and
desperate eyes at the time still makes me a little scared.
At least my understanding and compromise preserved our family. My father, though incompetent, is still my father
, and I, as his son, don't want him to suffer any more harm.
After reading many discussions about relationships, I suddenly felt an indescribable urge. Seeing that
no one was around my seat, I cautiously opened a picture website, and a series of beautiful pictures filled my eyes
. But for some reason, my mind was filled with my mother's beautiful figure.
I ate some fast food outside at noon, but then I heard a familiar voice behind me—it was my cousin. I turned around and saw
my mother sitting next to him, the two of them talking intimately. I only caught one crucial sentence:
"Hehe, after we've eaten and drunk our fill, let's go back and have some fun, try something new."
"You rascal, hurry up and eat."
Hearing their conversation, my heart was pounding. I hadn't even recovered from the images in the internet cafe yet.
What... what new tricks were they going to play? Thinking of this, I rushed home without finishing my meal and
hid in my bedroom.

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