[Defending Love] (Chapter Seven: Night Talk)

Chapter Seven: Night Talk
Yes, those were Mom's underwear. I never imagined Mom would give me something like this. My
nose caught a whiff of a woman's fragrance, strong and fresh; clearly, these were the underwear Mom had worn today. This
was truly beyond my imagination. At that moment, I even wondered if I was dreaming, but
after slapping myself hard, I knew clearly that dreams were distant, and the underwear in reality was burning hot…
Mom's underwear was very soft, feeling like high-quality fabric. What color was it? My heart kept guessing. Could it
be my favorite pink? But I dared not turn on the light to look, afraid that if the light came on, it would turn into a dream. I
could only press it tightly against my face, trying to imagine Mom's skin on the other side of the underwear. My mother's fragrance
lingered perfectly in every part of my underwear, making me envious of its blissful life. In my heart, I
cursed it fiercely: "You hateful underwear, your happiness is unparalleled! You can stay
in my mother's love nest all day long, indulging in your mother's love juices without restraint. You drink your fill, then sleep, then drink again. No wonder
your skin is so soft; it must be nourished by her love juices!" But, my friend, I envy you. Even as
my mother's beloved son, I don't receive such treatment. You must have accumulated good karma in your past life to enjoy this blessing.
My mother's fragrance constantly stimulated my senses. Unlike my sister's delicate scent, it was rich and fiery.
Once it entered my bloodstream, it was like a dragon entering the sea, dilating all my capillaries, making my penis feel like it was about to erupt like a volcano.
Immediately, the image of my mother bathing me flashed into my mind: she smiled as she slowly removed her clothes
, revealing her snow-white, jade-like skin. Its translucent quality made me feel that if the lights were off, she
would become a luminous pearl, sparkling and radiant. Her hand held my penis, admiring it with rapture, and then she said,
"My dear son has grown up. Not only are you handsome, but your penis is also magnificent and strong. A man
with these two things will have countless blessings from women in the future. I fear that then, my son will
forget all about me, his mother, and throw himself into the arms of those young girls, forgetting all about home, leaving his mother only to cook and do laundry.
This penis, nurtured with my milk, will no longer recognize its mother; so many girls are waiting for it!" As she spoke
, she gently patted my penis, occasionally scolding it, "You little rascal, do you even recognize me? You were nurtured by me since you
were a baby!"
"Of course I recognize it! Every piece of its flesh is my mother's flesh. If it dares to be
ungrateful, all the women in the world will curse it and abandon it! The sperm at its base tastes like my mother's milk
. If you don't believe me, I'll punish it by making it offer its sperm to feed me, to prove its filial piety." As I spoke, I was burning with lust.
"If you don't recognize it, then I've raised you, you little rascal, for nothing. I can't bear to punish it; it would break my heart. So
I'll use these breasts that fed it to grow up to caress it and test it properly." After saying this, my mother knelt between my legs,
half-bending her body close to my genitals. My penis was sandwiched between my mother's breasts, like a hot American hot
dog. My mother's breasts had turned from snow-white to pink, and upon closer inspection, the tiny blood vessels were clearly visible. A woman's
breasts are usually a little cold, but the fire in my mother's heart seemed to have ignited every part of her body. I felt that
her breasts were as hot as freshly baked bread, as if the water droplets falling on them were about to evaporate.
The moment my penis touched my mother's breasts, I felt an electric shock, like lovers in the throes of passion, wishing time could stand still,
that this moment could last forever.
My mother, her eyes fixed on me like Cinderella finding her prince charming, kept calling out, "
My darling! My darling!" Her body, driven by desire, swayed constantly. She
pressed her breasts down, making them envelop my penis tightly, almost imperceptibly. From my angle
, I couldn't help but think of the lines from Tang poetry, "A lotus bud just beginning to emerge," and my penis was like that
budding lotus bud on my mother's body, lacking only the touch of a dragonfly—a slight imperfection. However, I soon discovered that the great
Tang poetry didn't allow for imperfection. You guessed it, that dragonfly landed on my budding lotus bud—yes,
it was my mother's pink tongue, playing with its rhythmic movement on my glans. My mother
treated my glans like a dessert, her tongue circling it, and finally, she took the whole thing into her mouth and began to suck.
The imagined scene played out in my mind like a movie. I lay on the bed, feeling as if I were floating in
mid-air, my whole body limp. My left hand instinctively reached for my mother's panties, wrapping them around
my penis and stroking it sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. While fantasizing about giving my mother oral sex, my semen splattered
out, covering her panties. About five minutes later, I came back to my senses from the excitement of the orgasm, feeling a little
annoyed that I had ejaculated on my mother's panties. But it had already happened, so I comforted myself by saying that my mother
always said she was a sensible and experienced woman, so why should I think too much? Thinking about this, I fell asleep. Partly because
my body was weak after the injury, and partly because the fantasies of giving my mother oral sex had given me great mental satisfaction, I slept
very soundly and deeply, not waking up until 11 a.m. the next morning. My head was still a little throbbing, and in my hazy state, I remembered
ejaculating on my mother's underwear last night, which made me feel uneasy. What made me even more uneasy was that the underwear was gone
, and I looked around for it. But then I realized that my mother had been in the room, and she must have put the underwear away long ago.
Faced with this fact, I felt even more lost, constantly thinking about how to face my mother. Although
my mother is an experienced woman, and she was the one who offered me the underwear, in her eyes I was still a child, and
I felt somewhat uneasy, like a child who had done something wrong. Just as I was lost in thought, my mother came in and asked,
"Finally awake. Does your hand still hurt?" I looked at my mother; her face was calm, as if she didn't care about what happened last night
. I felt that my mother was intentionally avoiding mentioning last night; she wanted to give me a way out. So, I
acted as if nothing had happened and said, "My hand feels okay; it should recover soon." After that, my mother went
to cook. We ate together as usual, as if nothing had happened last night.
Today is Wednesday, and I have already taken the day off since my injury. My mother was supposed to go to work, but
she took a day off today for me. She works at a restaurant in my village, where the hours are relatively flexible. This afternoon...
Mom cleaned the house as usual, and even made me some sweet soup around 3 PM. I kept secretly observing her,
and it felt like she was a completely different person from last night. I didn't know if it was just my imagination or a dream.
I lay in bed, recalling every detail of last night, especially the underwear Mom brought me before bed. I kept feeling
that Mom's actions went beyond simply helping me with my physical needs!
I spent the afternoon lost in these thoughts. After dinner, Mom bathed me as she had yesterday, but the
process was even simpler and more direct. Throughout the bath, I couldn't detect any emotional
fluctuation on Mom's face; she was as calm as if she were bathing a child, while I was even more confused. To relieve
my distress that night, I went online to chat with netizens, mostly about family matters, relationship problems, and social
anecdotes. After 10:30 PM, I turned off the lights and went to sleep. I waited quietly in the darkness, hoping that my mother
would come to my room with her underwear… Time passed second by second, the night remained as still as stagnant water,
nothing more happened, and I slowly drifted off to sleep. For two nights in a row, my mother didn't come to
my room. During the day, she was equally peaceful and quiet, making me feel as if there was a vast distance between us. I
dared not think any further, nor dared I ask, comforting myself that what happened that night was nothing more than a hallucination.
On Saturday night, as I lay in bed having a passionate dream, my attention began to shift to my younger sister
. I had even slowly forgotten my mother's scent. I saw my sister riding on top of me,
the spring of youth illuminating my life like a bright moon… As my sister and I passionately kissed, the door opened.
Still in a daze, I thought it was just the night breeze of springtime blowing open the door, greedily peeking at my sister and me in our
tender embrace. But I quickly realized the truth, because I distinctly felt a pair of underwear falling on
my head, and the scent emanating from it was one I would never forget—my mother's fragrance!
I saw a dark figure sitting beside my bed. I excitedly called out "Mom!"
releasing all the longing I had felt for the past two days. In the darkness, I couldn't make out my mother's facial expression. I wanted to turn on the light, but I was afraid
the light would dispel all the dark illusions. I waited, waiting for my mother's response.
"My darling, loneliness at night is common. Women can think, but don't think too much. Sperm is a man
's essence; overuse is harmful to the body! Mom has thought it through. From now on, I'll only send it to you every two or three days.
You need to rest more and conserve your energy." My mother's words were as calm as a teacher's, shattering my
illusions instantly. But her hand also caressed my face, filling the room with a hazy, intoxicating atmosphere.
However, soon, my mother stood up and walked out of the room. At that moment, the cry from my heart finally burst forth:
"Mom, I want you to stay a little longer. I have so much to tell you!" My mother's shadow stopped, slowly
returning to my bedside. She asked, "My dear son, is something on your mind? Then tell me, Mom is listening!"
I thought, thankfully it was nighttime; the darkness became the best bond between my mother and me, letting all the awkwardness be entrusted
to the night. I thought for a moment and began, "I feel like Mom has been two different people these past few days, especially at
night. At this moment, Mom becomes another person, someone I feel familiar and warm, like
the morning sun; but during the day, Mom is like a distant star, visible but untouchable. I love
Mom now, I love the feeling of Mom at night!" As I spoke, my mother's shadow remained motionless in the darkness,
like a ghost.
"Son, what I'm about to say might not be clear to you right now, but you'll understand it gradually
: Fate is always unpredictable. Daytime has its own life, and the most beautiful thing at night is a dream. I live
within the constraints of fate, accompanying my children. As long as they are happy, I have no other desires."
My mother leaned closer to me as she spoke.
"Mom, I'm not thinking about fate right now. As long as I'm alive, I will still love my mother and
my sister, and I will protect you with all my might. Right now, my only thought is that I want my mother to hug me,
just like when I was little." I looked at my mother, waiting for her response. At the same time, I felt my
request was a bit excessive.
"Alright, my dear son. Mom loves you, of course I want to hug you. Wait a minute, I'll be back in a bit
." My mother said and left. I guessed she needed to calm herself down. About two minutes later,
my mother returned to my room. She sat on the bed, leaning against me, holding my head in her arms,
gently stroking my hair, calling out repeatedly, "My child, my darling..." I couldn't help but
press my whole body against hers, my left hand around her waist. For the first time since becoming an adult, I was so close to my mother. My heart was filled with
gratitude, excitement, shyness, and infatuation... all beyond words. My head was pressed against her
chest, beneath her thin nightgown lay the breasts of the mother I had longed for day and night. My head felt like it was sleeping on
soft white clouds, with a vast blue sky above. Her nipples were erect, pressing against my neck
like vampire teeth, giving me a thrilling, disorienting pain.
Her body temperature and fragrance had seeped into my being; this love almost turned me into a fossil, a testament to
the true essence of love in the world.
Lying in my mother's arms, though I couldn't see her face, her heartbeat surged towards me like a tide.
My heart pounded against my mother's body, her full breasts pressing irresistibly against my face. I was lost
in sexual urges and the warmth of love, my mouth uncontrollably kissing her breasts, murmuring,
"Mommy, I want milk, I want milk..." My mother didn't stop me; instead, she unbuttoned her blouse,
revealing her breasts. Without hesitation, I took her nipple into my mouth, suckling like a child. My face pressed against her
breasts, feeling their richness and tenderness, the nipples firm and smooth, like those of a new mother. So
engrossed in my own pleasure, I didn't notice my mother's reaction until she suddenly pushed my head away,
waking me from my reverie. My mother gently tapped my forehead, saying, "You naughty little devil, it's
like you've never drunk human milk in your past life."
I nestled in my mother's arms and replied coquettishly, "Yes, I can never get enough."
My mother continued, "My darling, you must remember this. At night, with the lights off, we
can dream without restraint, but daytime is daytime, without dreams. You can use my underwear,
you can drink my milk, but these can only be locked in a dark box, never to see the sun again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, of course I understand. My dear mother, everything you say and do is because you love me, and I
will cherish it all." I hugged my mother tightly and continued, "Thank you for the night giving us another world."
Indeed, at that moment, I understood my mother's feelings. Life is perhaps such a contradiction,
seeking balance between love and pain, between desire and reason.
In the days that followed, my mother and I formed a tacit understanding, living daytime lives and nighttime
lives. But I never dared to go any further; suckling my mother's breast had become my most luxurious indulgence. My
right hand recovered after half a month, and I could bathe myself again. But even after my cast was removed, my mother
insisted on bathing me for two days.
Actually, during this time, my paralysis recovered quickly, and my legs felt better than ever before
. But I didn't tell my mother about it because I was selfish, worried that if I recovered, our current
life would be disrupted. I kept telling myself, wait, when I'm almost fully recovered, I'll give my mother a surprise
. Actually, that surprise was my selfishness!
My sister also didn't know about my injury because my mother and I were worried that if she knew, she would worry about the family and
it would affect her work.
Time flew by, and before I knew it, another week had passed. On a moonless, starless
night, I was breastfeeding my mother again. My mother stroked my head and told me, "Your sister will be back tomorrow
. From now on, it won't be so easy for you to be a child."
"Really?" I said reluctantly. At that moment, my feelings were conflicted. I thought of my mother, and I
also thought of my sister. Holding my mother, I felt like I was wavering on the scales of love and pain.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of the lock opening on the front door. Had a thief broken in at night? But I quickly realized it wasn't a thief,
it was my sister. I already knew her footsteps well. I quietly told my mother, "My sister's back. Didn't she say she
wouldn't be back until tomorrow?"
"Yes, that's what she said on the phone." My mother's voice trembled slightly as she spoke.
"Mom, brother, I'm back. Business went smoothly, I came back early! It's so nice at home!" My sister
shouted as soon as she entered the house, very excited.
"Son, what should we do?" My mother was clearly a little flustered. But I remained calm, and
an idea immediately popped into my head. I said to my mother, "Mom, listen to me. I'll handle this. You hide first."
My room is small, so my mother had no choice but to crawl under the bed. At this moment, I moved to my wheelchair, turned on the light, and
as I moved towards the living room, I said to my sister outside, "Didn't she say she wouldn't be back until tomorrow? Mom caught a cold and
went to bed early. She should be sleeping soundly. Don't wake her up, let her rest."
"Is Mom alright?" my sister asked. By then, I had reached the living room.
"It's nothing serious, the doctor said I'll be fine with rest."
"Then I'll surprise Mom tomorrow!" my sister said, smiling. "Brother, let's go to your room
to talk!" she said, her eyes sparkling. I thought to myself, "Oh no, Mom's still in her room
, what should I do?"

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