【Secret Whispers of the Mother, Part 3: Tender Heartstrings of a Mother】Author: Laughing at the Sky (avskyqueen)

【Mother's Whispers 3: Tender Heartstrings of a Mother】
Author: Xiao Cangtian (avskyqueen)
Word Count: 180,000
Mother's Whispers 3: Tender Heartstrings of a Mother
As the restaurant owner approached the gate, watching the handsome young man's receding figure, he sighed softly, "Another
one troubled by love! Alas."
I am 17 years old this year. For the past 17 years, my mother has focused on me and hasn't developed her own personal
life. She has always used the excuse of caring for her only son to decline. Living with my mother, I still
don't know who my father is; I was raised by my mother alone. My mother's name is Ren Piaoting. Although she is 34
years old, she is still stunningly beautiful. She has a lovely face, a noble and elegant temperament, and every gesture exudes
a natural charm that cannot be imitated by others. Her eyes held a captivating brilliance,
inspiring tenderness in those who looked upon them. Her lips remained perpetually peach-like and moist, and
her face, capable of both joy and anger, exuded the charm of a mature beauty. Her swan-like neck, graceful and long, was perfectly proportioned,
creating an allure that could shame the moon and flowers. A small, flawless beauty mark on her chin added
to the perfect balance.
Therefore, my mother lived a rather impoverished life. When she was sixteen, my father tragically
died in a car accident. While hospitalized, she discovered she was pregnant with his child, leading to a division of the family property by my father-in-law's family in anger. To
give birth to me, she was abandoned by her own father, who decided to move to a tenement building in Cheung Chau.
The unit was a 150-square-foot one-bedroom apartment. She was originally a wealthy young lady, but her stubborn personality was consumed by the rebellious spirit of her family. This
high-achieving secondary school student gradually developed a personality that didn't resent the love between mother and child as the world might. To take care of me wholeheartedly, she relied solely on
the relief funds secretly given to her by my aunt. She sacrificed countless personal joys for me. I was
still young then; what was hardship, what was beauty, how can one be certain? But because of her sacrifices for me, I loved her more than anyone else in the world
, even more than myself. Every day, my mother would read to me, knit sweaters, and tutor me.
Thanks to the extensive feng shui knowledge my mother mentioned before bed, coupled with
the copyright income from adapting my collected stories of Tong Yao into a tomb-raiding series, I amassed a fortune. At the age of 13,
I ranked first among novelists in terms of tax payment of over 1.6 million yuan in my mother's name, a tax amount that made the publisher a
fortune and allowed my mother to buy a house with peace of mind. We lived off the remaining copyright fees through bank interest.
However, that year my grades dropped, and an argument with my mother ended badly.
Afterwards, my mother, in tears, slammed her hand on the table and uttered a harsh word.
"I won't write for you anymore until you're an adult! Laughable heavens! I'll go on a hunger strike if you make someone write for me!" My mother
threatened me with tears and even her life, simply because she believed I couldn't possibly give up the enormous profits at hand.
Sometimes I thought, if my mother let me continue writing, even if I couldn't break Hong Kong's record of HK$100 million in tax revenue
, becoming the second highest in history wouldn't be a big problem.
Unfortunately, I fell in love with… my mother, Ren Piaoting!
"Okay! I'll be good. Don't cry, Mom!" Actually, what I feared most was my mother's health. This
was her strong control over me! I wasn't short of money… For me at that time, 　　the money my mother earned from
copying the hugely successful "Deciphering Series" had already lifted me out of poverty. I had no need for money; I only wanted 　　to live the lifestyle my mother would like! My junior high school years were over. After graduating from Form Five at 16 　　, I took six subjects as a self-study student, becoming the youngest candidate in the history of the exams. With the principal's support, I passed the exams. My grades 　　were 5As and 1B. My mother was overjoyed. (Although my mother later strongly opposed my decision not to go to university 　　!) My classmate sold the Western restaurant to my mother. Since it was across from our new home, 　　I started cooking three meals a day for her myself from then on. I also remember buying her skincare products when we were dating! Most importantly, I would 　　apply them to her face every night before bed! 　　I remember the first time the makeup artist applied light purple eyeshadow to my mother's eyelids, then 　　intensified the effect on the lower lash line with purple eyeshadow. Remember to apply the lower lash line eyeshadow to the lash line and then gently blend it outwards. 　　The alluring light purple lip color could make any man's heart flutter. Her classic beauty was enhanced by her natural wildness, 　　making one want to sleep with her at first sight. No wonder my mother later wore dark glasses to cover her face. 　　It blended almost perfectly into her exquisite face. It's no exaggeration to say that my mother was the kind of beauty that is hard to find even once in a lifetime. 　　Such a woman, who combines purity and allure, is of course a fatal temptation for men. 　　My mother doted on me during my childhood, always making sure I was well-fed and constantly caring for me. She even 　　bathed me when I was little, and as I grew older, she still bathed me. It turns out that when I was born, she was diagnosed 　　with postpartum depression, and she struggled with the medication for this illness. Treating her couldn't rely solely on medication; 　　it also required emotional support. My mother was devastated by the sudden blow and was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Fortunately, my aunt's 　　meticulous care prevented a major incident. I should have been raised by my aunt, but after my mother was discharged from the hospital and had difficulty sleeping, my aunt 　　had her take care of me herself, letting me sleep with her every night. Having me by her side every day helped distract her, and her 　　traumatized heart gradually calmed down. At that time, our family was extremely poor. It was in these difficult circumstances that I 　　experienced the happiness of childhood and boundless maternal love. As a mischievous child, I often snuggled in my mother's arms, and gradually, 　　laughter filled our home. The bond between mother and son is indeed incredibly close. I've slept in the same bed with my mother since I was little because our 　　house was too small to fit two beds. I'm familiar with her faint scent and her sleeping 　　posture and habits. Even now, with a two-bedroom apartment, I still carry my mother into my room every night; otherwise, 　　I can't fall asleep peacefully. 　　The scales of love have suddenly tipped dramatically. My mother showers me with all her love, and from then on, 　　I play the dual roles of son and husband in her eyes. I am both her beloved son and her dear 　　husband, which explains her contradictory and ambiguous attitude towards me—both a kind and gentle mother and 　　a passionate and tender wife.

This is what's called transference; intense love merges into one, all concentrated on me, which is why this happens.
It's actually a manifestation of my mother's purity and chastity, only her expression is different from that of most women.
Every day at home is so sweet. I look at the bills, never leaving my mother's side. Mother and son do
everything together at home. We love our time together, snuggling close, remembering how my mother often
supervised everything I did, always fulfilling my needs. Now, my mother has become my closest girlfriend, a
relationship I feel both confused and fulfilled about. We watch TV together, occasionally go out for meals or walks on the beach. I
often help my mother with housework or tidying up, and we've even shared a kiss in the rain. However, facing
my mature and sexy mother every day, I appreciate our current close friendship.
As time slowly passes, my gentle yet stubborn mother often gazes at my handsome face for too long
, lost in thought, intensely feeling the joy that her beloved son's growth brings her. Every bit of warmth sinks into my mother's heart and is etched
in her mind. Perhaps this is the fundamental reason why I love her so much. My height makes me look
like a little adult, a head taller than my peers, which always makes my mother wonder if her son has to be different from others in everything.
I was healthy and well-cared for by my mother from a young age. For my mother,
the happy years after my birth gradually replaced and swept away all the shadows in her life. After she slept in my arms, she never suffered from
insomnia again, although she sometimes dreamed of making love with her son, which made her blush. It is often said that a mother and son are connected at
heart, but my mother is truly one with her son. She has given so much; her heart beats only for her son. She
has no regard for herself.
I observe women carefully every day at work, but I have found that among all the women I have seen, none
can surpass my mother in beauty and temperament. Especially, my mother exudes an alluring, foxy scent!
I have had a habit since I was a child: I kiss my mother's cheek every day before leaving home. I still do this every day
, and everyone is used to it. As my mother drifted off to sleep, I would gently kiss her forehead, and she
would return the kiss. From that moment on, whether before bed, in the morning, or when she saw me off to work,
my mother and I developed a habit of kissing. It gradually evolved from a light kiss on the forehead to a deep kiss on the lips, and after I started working at 16,
it became a kiss only lovers would share! When I came home from work, my mother would lean in and kiss me
as a greeting, sometimes even putting her tongue in my mouth. I loved this kind of kiss, and whenever I had the chance, I would
hold my mother and give her a long kiss. After we moved to a new apartment, I wouldn't allow my mother to worry about life. I wanted her to enjoy the responsibility of taking care of her! Every weekend,
my mother and I would take a ferry to Hong Kong to go shopping! I realized that my mother had only ever gone out with me!
From then on, my relationship with my mother grew stronger, almost like that of a married couple. Every night before leaving for bed, I would
hold my mother tightly in a passionate kiss, our lips and tongues intertwined! And the duration of our kisses grew longer and longer. My mother would often take a few steps closer to me,
and I would reach out and embrace her. Then, she would hook her soft arms around my neck, lift her head, and as I lowered
my head, she would close her eyes… Kissing her like this felt incredibly warm and sweet, though her
beautiful lips were tightly closed.
I felt that this was my mother's kiss, and I wished it could last a little longer. Her warm, soft body pressed against mine
, and my penis, already erect, was pressing against her lower abdomen—she must have noticed!
Her full breasts were also pressed tightly against my chest. This time, it continued like this, as if my mother
was trying to prove her sincerity, as if waiting for me to initiate the kiss. But I didn't want to do that.
I felt my heart pounding wildly, and excitement and pleasure made me dizzy. Finally, I felt that almost unwillingly
, my mother slowly pulled away from my embrace, panting slightly, as did I.
I pulled her into my arms again. She calmed down, her soft, beautiful
body pressing against mine once more, her arms around my neck. She gave me another sweet kiss. This time,
the kiss on my lips was incredibly passionate, and it didn't seem like she was doing it on purpose. A little aroused
, her face flushed, yet she still smiled.
After the dreamlike kiss, a pair of soft, delicate hands gently caressed my cheeks. My mother cupped my face and softly said,
"Heavens, do you really think I'm beautiful?"
I smiled and pulled my mother into my arms, saying, "Yes, Piaoting is the most perfect woman in the world."
Unable to resist the pull of my emotions, I suddenly lowered my head and kissed my mother's rosy lips relentlessly.
My mother didn't move, only passively leaning against my chest, her body stiffening slightly. I continued kissing
her, my joy and anticipation growing stronger. Then, my mother suddenly responded with the same passion,
her delicate lips pressing heavily against mine. At that moment, I almost burst into tears. I had finally cracked open a gap in my mother's defenses
.
Seizing the opportunity, I passionately kissed the beautiful woman in my arms, starting with her face, her bright
eyes, her delicate nose, and then returning to her warm red lips. I explored with my tongue, prying open her tightly closed
teeth, teasing her delicate tongue, and we kissed passionately for a while. Only when we were breathless did we reluctantly
separate, gazing at each other pantingly for a moment.
That year, after my 17th birthday, the morning after our farewell kiss, looking at my mother's sensual red lips, I couldn't resist
pressing my lips to hers. My mother's lips relaxed after I repeatedly tried to pry them open with my tongue.
I then slipped my tongue into her mouth, and she almost gave up resisting. Our lips were locked together for a long,
long time, tightly sucking each other's saliva. My hands were around her shoulders, holding her close, my tongue
exploring her small mouth, while my hands gently stroked her long, black, and shiny hair. The desire within my mother had been brewing
, evident from her eager requests for a kiss and the intense heat of her skin. Pushing open my mother
's teeth, my tongue entered my sister's mouth, following her fragrant tongue. Our tongues finally met, igniting
a spark of love, exploring each other's sweet nectar. For a long, long time, we finally parted
, our breaths clearly audible.
After a long while, almost breathless, we reluctantly separated. Our eyes met, filled with deep...
Deep love and passion filled my heart.
I whispered in her ear, "Mom, you've suffered so much for me, it's time for you to enjoy life
. I want you to be happy and live a good life. I swear, I will make you a happy and joyful
woman in my lifetime, to make up for all the mistakes I've made of you all these years, and for the emptiness and pain you've endured."
My mother turned her head, her voice poignant and beautiful, a strand of her hair brushing against my face. She looked at me with smiling eyes and said,
"You, you're not allowed to kiss me for so long anymore. Actually, a kiss when you come back is just as good. I'll just stay home and ask
you for money!" I then gave my mother another deep kiss. She was even more enthusiastic than I
was about the emotional exchange through our intertwined tongues, enjoying the warmth and sweetness within. That day, everything around us
seemed to disappear.
At this moment, I was enjoying the sweet, smooth saliva from my mother's fragrant mouth immensely, and I was
swallowing her soft, pink tongue, feeling its unparalleled smoothness, softness, sweetness
, and warmth. Only when our mouths were quite tired did I reluctantly leave my mother's beautiful lips.
My mother exclaimed, "Heavens! You'll kiss me to death sooner or later, just like my husband..." Hearing my mother
say that about my husband, I felt almost like I was floating on air, my excitement overflowing.
My mother's head rested on my shoulder, and she softly said, "It feels so good to be kissed by you!" After saying this,
her pretty face flushed, and her jade-like arms tightened their embrace around my waist. Her nose was sharply defined, straight and delicate, and
her almond-shaped eyes and willow-leaf eyebrows were incredibly captivating! However, from the upturned corners of her eyes, one could tell that her personality was definitely strong-willed.
There is no such thing as unappreciated talent; it only depends on whether you have given it your all. Love isn't just talk; it
must be expressed and felt through actions. Therefore, for my mother's love, for loving my mother, I must change, I
absolutely must change! To pursue true love, I transcend worldly norms and common sense.
In this world, there is a mother who selflessly gave her entire youth to her beloved son.
She never cared what her tomorrow would hold. But her son cared, because I know that if
this is a gamble, then my mother is gambling her youth on her son's future! From childhood, I've considered my mother
my future wife, but now my fate is in my own hands!
Therefore, I secretly resolved that I cannot lose this gamble! For this reason, I will participate in this gamble; I will
continue this gamble with my mother; I will also gamble my youth on my mother's future! —
But will heaven let us win? Reaching one's ideal is not easy, even with confidence. Fighting spirit is suppressed! Who decides my
fate, my future, the universe within my heart? Can I only wave goodbye to my ideal with my own hands? With courage, I vow to fight against heaven! …Despite
the wounds, I will not back down; marrying my mother is the world I dream of!
It's been over half a year since I secretly started trading stocks. At first, I didn't dare use real money, only
simulated trading. Perhaps I'm a natural stock trading genius, or perhaps it's due to my mother's strict upbringing over the past ten years.
When I saw the results of my simulated stock trading at the end of the month-long trial period, I couldn't believe my
eyes. So, I resolutely used my mother's name and my income certificate to borrow six months' salary from the bank as capital to
begin my adventure to realize my dream. A few days ago, after opening a new account with my newly obtained adult ID card,
I was exposed by a confirmation call from the bank.
My mother clearly disapproved of my stock trading, saying, "Heavens, do you know how risky stock trading is? Besides,
our family isn't wealthy; we simply can't afford to play the stock market!"
I didn't argue, but when I showed her the bankbook opened in her name, she
was stunned when she saw the 5.7 million yuan on it. Perhaps stock trading really did change my personality, so
I acquiesced. But she wanted me to promise that stock trading absolutely wouldn't affect my health, and that I should study more
books on finance—in stock trading, there's only temporary luck, not permanent luck.
I agreed to everything. Kissing my mother and smiling, I told her about my childhood dreams. Actually, my mother knew my
thoughts, and seeing me grow up, mature, and sensible made her very happy.
Perhaps others would say that stock trading changed me, but I know that what truly changed me wasn't stock trading, but my mother
. The more I interacted with her, the more I understood the greatness of her love; she had given so much.
If I continued to close myself off, how could I repay her love?
Perhaps it's because of the bond between mother and child! Even now, I'm still quite attached to my mother. Every night
after showering, I like to run half-naked to hug her and sleep in our new big bed together. My mother thinks it's because I don't have a father that I'm
so attached to her, so she doesn't mind and agrees. I've already fallen in love with my mother.
I started by asking Mom to lie on my chest and lick me! After making a wish on my coming-of-age birthday, Mom gave me a deep kiss, and her happiness
and joy were evident on her face. I first pulled Mom onto my lap, and she lay contentedly in my arms.
Looking at her curvaceous body and her beautifully flushed face, I felt she was even more
radiant and captivating tonight. Her breasts trembled slightly with her soft breaths, and her alluring eyes were narrowed into slits, as if telling of her tender
feelings. Her sexy, bright red lips were slightly parted, waiting for my kiss. Our lips were locked together for a long time,
intimately sucking each other's saliva. My hands were around her shoulders, holding her close, my tongue exploring her mouth
, my hands gently stroking her long, black, and shiny hair. The desire within Mom had been brewing,
as could be seen from her eager requests for a kiss and the intense heat of her skin. I continued to kiss Mom,
one hand kneading her breasts.
A moment later, Mom suddenly pulled my hand away from her lips.
"Huff...huff...no...good heavens..." Mom gasped. She put on her veil and looked at me...
"Piaoting! I love you. I love you, please marry me! Okay?"
I clearly remember Mom's expression at that moment. She was initially stunned, then thought she had misheard, but
after receiving confirmation from my lips, her expression was one of disbelief. She quickly broke free from my embrace and
sternly questioned, "Good heavens, how could you have such a thought? Are you out of your mind? I'm your mother!"
I ignored my mother's stern expression and calmly recounted everything I had thought and felt since I was 14
, including my nightly masturbation with her underwear while showering. Aside from
images of my mother's naked body and dreams of making love with her, I told her everything.
As I spoke, a blush of embarrassment appeared on my mother's face. When I finished,
instead of dwelling on my distress, she removed her veil, revealing her ethereal face! She
was furious that I had harbored such thoughts for so long.
My mother angrily said, "Heavens above, I don't care what you thought before, from now on, you are not allowed to have such
thoughts again. If you have such thoughts again, I will no longer speak to you..." Then she went back to her room. I wasn't discouraged.
Because from that time on, I forced my mother to hold me while I slept! Deep down, I knew that this kind of love, unacceptable to society, was
difficult for a woman like my mother, with her deeply ingrained feudalistic beliefs, to accept. Even when I first had such thoughts
, didn't I feel guilty for a while? I knew I needed to give my mother time to think and face
this matter, and I also needed to find a way to get her to accept me as her husband.
Therefore, during this period, I didn't mention it to her again. But
I changed my approach from treating her as a son to caring for and loving her as her husband, making her
feel that I was not only her son, but also her man and her new life partner. Besides helping out at my classmate's
snack shop, I spent a lot of time writing poems to touch her heart, trying to alleviate her loneliness,
loving her deeply, and even taking her to the marriage stone for a prayer ceremony, which she happily agreed to. Three months later, we started wearing
matching outfits, and I aimed to make her my wife. Besides being the best husband and son,
I strived to create countless sweet memories for her. Seeing that I was becoming reliable, my mother also let go of her pride. Unexpectedly
, after our walk in the rain, Mom took the initiative to wake me up with a kiss every morning instead of waking me. Her arms encircled my
neck, and as I slowly slipped my tongue into her mouth, she extended her own, her tongue actively entwining with mine
. A passionate battle ensued between our tongues on the bed. After a long while, we separated like lovers
, a silver thread still clinging to the corner of her mouth—a truly romantic and enchanting sight. She helped me get
dressed before letting me hug and kiss her as she saw me off!
Because of the earthquake, the market was closed, and I unexpectedly gained a holiday. Upon returning home, I couldn't help but hug Mom tightly
, our lips passionately meeting in a kiss. I wanted to kiss away every trace of coldness in her heart, to
illuminate her life forever!
"I wish I could share everything with you, yet I've never asked who I truly am in your heart. Fate
and destiny hold so many responsibilities; only by being with you have I realized how captivating love can be!" My mother couldn't help but smile again after hearing this.
I kissed her cherry-like lips very slowly! Time seemed to stand still for a moment; we were both
motionless, quietly feeling each other's warmth. Then, I extended my tongue and
gently licked her lips, and as she opened her mouth, I invaded her mouth, sucking on her fragrant tongue and gently
intertwining it, licking and biting. My hands began to uncontrollably encircle my mother's slender waist, while my other hand
slowly roamed over her smooth, tender legs. Her skin was so white and smooth, without a single blemish.
It was a deep, wet kiss, expressing my emotions with slow, tender movements. Like a husband,
I held my beloved wife tightly, whispering endless sweet nothings in her ear.
"How about we go shopping, get something to eat, or see a movie?" Mom kissed me, her beautiful face radiant once again
. I thought, why not go out like a couple today?
"Okay! Let's spend a holiday like a couple." With that, Mom broke free from my embrace, turned and
kissed my cheek, then took a step back, her delicate hands tugging at the hem of her skirt!
Mom smiled and asked, "Does it look good? This is the new dress you bought for me last week!" As she spoke, Mom
twirled around, the purple lace-trimmed fitted vest skirt billowing with her movement
, draped over her body like a celestial robe, displaying her perfect curves
before me without reservation, like a butterfly fairy dancing among flowers. Like Yuki Shihōdō!
Mom's dark brown hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. The left side fell in front, softly covering her beautiful
chest. The right earring slid down from her back, revealing a small ear with a shimmering gold one. The front
part landed precisely on her eyebrows, curling slightly. She had trimmed her eyebrows; the soft hairs
curved upwards at the ends, rising to below the corners of her mouth. As if on cue, I drove my mother's recently purchased
new car to the city square.
"Mom, come quick! There's no one here, let's take a picture quickly!" I waved my hand in front of the photo booth machine
, and my mother smiled and nodded. My mother still looked breathtakingly beautiful, with that
noble air, like a fairy descended from heaven! She exuded the captivating sensuality unique to mature women
. Although her long hair was styled in a bun, her full, firm breasts, though encased in a bra,
still displayed their high, fullness! Beneath her sexy, assertive exterior lay curves that would set any man aroused.
"Click!" Two or three clicks later, a close-up photo of the two kissing appeared on the machine! Before Mom could even
examine the dress closely, I dragged her into boutiques, then restaurants, and bookstores. The boundless energy of youth
was starting to wear off on Mom. She barely had time to catch her breath before I called out to her again in front of a shop.
(Oh my god!)
Mom finally got closer and realized it was a wedding dress shop. Mannequins displayed all sorts
of beautiful wedding gowns. For a moment, the sight before her seemed to strike her like an electric shock, her thoughts drifting.
(If one day I wear this angel of happiness wedding dress, then the groom will be…)
A chill ran through her. Ren Piaoting realized the longing deep within her heart but dared not easily touch it.
Turning her head, she saw her son beside her, pointing at the crystal wedding dress, his eyes shining with burning anticipation, which stunned her. At that moment,
Ren Piaoting radiated light, because her beautiful dream had found a brief release there. Ren Piaoting couldn't…
Looking at him, I feared being shaken and losing the courage to think.
"Mom, one day I want you to wear a wedding dress like this... to be my bride. Unwavering unrequited love to the death
, I will never regret it, still numbly giving you my feelings without remorse..."
I mustered my courage again to ask my mother to marry me.
After speaking, I turned and kissed her lips with lightning speed. My mother was stunned at first, then tried to
push me away with all her might, but I was determined not to let go. She had no choice but to surrender. Our intimate kiss attracted many
surprised glances from passersby. And we, in front of everyone, shared a romantic French kiss. Gradually, my
movements became more vigorous, my hands began to greedily explore my mother's beautifully curved body, and
my tongue began to swirl intensely, greedily sucking the sweet saliva from her mouth! For a long, long time, until I could no longer breathe, I reluctantly ended this 　　intense, wet kiss
that lasted more than thirty minutes .
We slowly pulled away from each other's lips until we were both breathless. A silvery trail of liquid lingered at
the corners of our mouths, leaving a deep, romantic mark on our passionate kiss. Our bodies
remained tightly intertwined. As I began to roam over my mother's body...
"Ugh... Heavens... Let... Let go..."
I released her, and my mother gasped, "Ugh, this is a public place, you..."
I grinned, feigning nonchalance, and said, "Are you shy?"
Just as my hand touched my mother's high, full, and soft breasts, I heard a crisp
sound and felt a burning sensation on my face.
I realized my mother had slapped me. I froze, released my mother's tight embrace, and tears of grievance streamed down my face
. I said to my mother, with pain and sorrow, "Piaoting, do you know how much I miss you? It's like we've been through
a thousand lifetimes together. I want you to have lived a life worth living! Even if you treat me like trash, I'll have no regrets! Do you know that
every time I close my eyes, all I see is your image? I can't sleep without thinking about you, do you know
that? Why are you so stubborn? I love you, I want to cherish you and take good care of you. I have you..." There's no reason for
me to fall, bitterness can turn into sweetness. If I don't love you with gratitude, what's wrong with leaving you alone?
But now you've hit me, you've never hit me before!"
At this point, I cried out to my mother again, filled with pain and sorrow, "Mom, without you, I really
can't live anymore. Can you really be so heartless?"
Faced with my accusation, my mother, tears streaming down her face, cried out in anguish, "Heavens, don't force me. I love you,
and I know you love me the most, but we can only be mother and son. I know love..." You're only adding to my responsibilities. If I refuse
, at most I'll be lonely in the future. I'm old, and while I don't believe in karma, this will harm you in the future
, causing you mental instability. Do you understand? Don't pressure me anymore!"
Seeing my mother's unmoved attitude, I said desperately, "Mom, are you really so heartless? Do you really not care about my
life or death?"
This time, my mother wasn't very angry. Tears streamed down her face, but her attitude was resolute as she said, "Heavens,
I know you love me and care about me. At your age, I'm prone to overthinking." "Stop your impulse. I'm your mother.
I love you more than I love myself, but precisely because I'm your mother, our relationship can only be mother and son. There can never
be the kind of relationship you're thinking of, you understand? Mom isn't afraid of hardship. If you can't stand on
your own two feet in this society, then I'll be the one ruining you. So don't think about it anymore. Mom won't agree to it."
I stopped crying and said softly, "Mom, I'll take you home. Take good care of yourself! When I
'm not around, you must..." I gave her countless instructions on the way home.
I really left, braving the wind and rain, leaving home with a heart full of despair. I couldn't get my mother's acceptance
, and I couldn't face her anymore, because I knew that if I faced her again, I would still be unable to control myself and do
what I did today.
That night, Ren Piaoting couldn't sleep.
The warm morning sunlight shone brightly. Sitting in the living room was a
woman who looked to be about 20 years old, dressed in a pale yellow cheongsam, as beautiful as an angel. Her stunningly beautiful face was etched with deep pain and sorrow,
devoid of any appreciation for the flowers. Her gaze was unfocused as she stared into the distance, repeatedly muttering, "Heavens,
do you truly love me? Why did you leave your mother alone at home?"
Last night, Ren Piaoting thought to herself, if she agreed, how could she face anyone afterward? More importantly, what if society
found out? How would her beloved son ever live in this world? Wouldn't his future be ruined? She couldn't harm her
son. She would rather live a life of solitude herself than let him suffer. He would marry, have children
, and then he would gradually forget his love for her. Therefore, she endured immense pain,
repeatedly and against her will, harshly rejecting her son's tender affections. Yesterday at noon, she even slapped
him for the first time.
After slapping him, when he said he was leaving, she thought her slap had worked
, stopping her son's impulsive act. Therefore, Ren Piaoting didn't care and went back to her room in pain.
This morning, when she woke up, she found her son wasn't coming to hug and kiss her as usual, and assumed he was angry. But later,
when Ren Piaoting returned to her room, she found that I had prepared the expenses for her future living needs and her house deed. Only
then did she realize that I wasn't just saying it. She still held onto a sliver of hope that I was just acting out of spite and
would return soon.
She waited anxiously in the living room. In her anxious wait, night passed.
I still hadn't returned. This had never happened before. For the past eighteen years, mother and son had depended on each other,
caring for one another. I had never returned after 7 pm like this! Would I do something foolish? Would I never
come back?
She thought of the despair on my face after she slapped him yesterday, and she felt
extreme terror and fear.
"Heavens, come back! Please don't do anything foolish! How can you abandon your mother?" She now clearly
realized that she could not lose her beloved son in her life, and her son must not suffer because of her.
To the point of harm or misfortune! She began to blame herself for rejecting her beloved son's love.
"Heaven loves me, and I am my own person, so why can't I give it to him? Since
the day I gave birth to this precious son, haven't I always been prepared to sacrifice everything for him? What's a little more than my own body?
Aren't we both living happier and more fulfilling lives? Why should I
wrong myself and hurt my son's heart for that invisible code of propriety? What if my son does something foolish because of my stubbornness?
How could I face the people in the afterlife?"
When she thought of her son possibly doing something foolish because of her, Ren Piaoting suddenly awoke. She no longer hesitated, considered
, or waited. She had to find her beloved son as soon as possible. As long as he returned, as long as he was always safe and sound by her
side, whether he was her beloved or her body, she would no longer wrong herself, no longer suppress herself,
no longer hide her love for him, and happily give it to him.
She rushed out of the house.
Not knowing where her son had gone, she asked at every hotel.
When her beloved son caressed and kissed her deeply each day, didn't her heart pound?
She worried about him, afraid something might happen to him. She immediately began to blame herself, repeatedly saying in her heart, "Heavens, Mom
loves you, Mom promises you, Mom will give you her body, as long as you don't leave Mom..."
Ren Piaoting cried until her makeup was ruined, her heart breaking. Passersby couldn't help but cast curious glances at this
beautiful but unfortunate woman on the verge of collapse. She vaguely remembered that the last time her heart broke was when her beloved son
cried because she was sick and hospitalized, and this time it was because she was afraid of having him.
"Where can I run to? Where can I go... Waaah... Waaah..."
Thinking about it, her heart began to ache again. Ren Piaoting's mind flashed back to her beloved son's gentle eyes. Now,
Cangtian was a man, a young man wholeheartedly wanting to spend his life with her. She had been by his side every day as the little boy grew into a man
, but when these two feelings intertwined, she couldn't simply choose to abandon one
.
(What will I do if the heavens one day leave me?)
Ren Piaoting couldn't understand why she selfishly wanted to keep him by her side forever, but if not, she
might not be able to survive. Thinking of this, she murmured to herself, "Perhaps...we should stay together forever
." Her thoughts swirled, and she wept bitterly. Life was so long; she couldn't guarantee her beloved son wouldn't leave
her, and she couldn't bear the heartbreak she had once felt.
In a daze, she found herself in front of the wedding dress shop she had passed with her last time. The lights shone
on the new wedding dresses displayed in the window; the white fabric was like angel wings. For a moment, it was as if she heard heavenly music. The dazzling,
dreamlike colors captivated her, and she was mesmerized by the sight before her.
That moment felt like an eternity; in that instant, she realized how beautiful happiness truly was.
Her mother couldn't help but recall her own words: "As long as we can be together for a lifetime, no amount of phone
calls can compare to holding your hand, face to face, walking and talking about our own things, with that warm embrace
and familiar scent. Even just a short time would be blissful. I truly love you."
(Yes, to be together for a lifetime, as long as we can be together forever. Whether it's mother, lover
, or even wife, as long as heaven needs me...)
In that instant, Ren Piaoting was stunned. The answer was so simple and within reach. In the past, it was just a
beautiful vow, but now she suddenly realized that it should be the truth of everything.
"So that's it. I never thought that being with heaven forever required a clear understanding of roles. I was caught
in the inherent contradiction between mother and wife, because these two roles will never intersect..." As if it were heaven
's arrangement, Ren Piaoting finally realized that the source of happiness came from this understanding.
She looked at her hands: "The more you try to grasp, the less you can hold onto. Only by letting go can you gain the world..."
…I understand…I finally get it…”
Outside the bridal shop, my favorite song for my mother was playing…the Hong Kong version…Do you remember Macross?
Love…true feelings revealed.
That day, the world was so cold,
silently making me sigh.
In the quiet night
, I leaned against the window, the starlight dim.
That night, I saw stars flash across the dark sky,
truly amazing, as if foreshadowing
the brilliant starlight of tomorrow night.
I only want, only want true feelings revealed.
When will I stop with him,
to admire the Milky Way? Who created it
? How much tenderness paves the long road.
Lost in the starlight,
entirely because… My heart is shrouded in mist, my love for him 　　will last forever.
Today I discovered how warm his heart is,
like someone living within me, yet also like someone I'm not used to. The embrace in my arms seems fragile, as if it might change. 　　Tonight we went to the beach and embraced. 　　He made me quietly find brilliance. 　　In the quiet night, gazing into his eyes, my heart skipped a beat. Even if 　　the road was icy, even if the night was still and icy, I embraced him. 　　So much true feeling was revealed; I stopped with him , 　　admiring the starry sky. Who created this tenderness, this path paved with so much love? Lost 　　in the starlight, I felt 　　completely lost, all because he came , bringing love to embrace me. 　　Ren Piaoting finally smiled, a genuine smile under the lamplight. She realized 　　how important her beloved son was to her, and knew she could never leave him, could never refuse his physical advances 　　. She knew she would belong to him sooner or later. Therefore, in her heart, she already considered herself his woman. 　　"Laughing at the heavens… my beloved son…" She started walking towards home, then her jog turned into a full- 　　speed run, desperately wanting to throw herself into my arms as quickly as possible. 　　A woman's happiness sometimes depends on simple satisfaction. A wife only wants her husband to be faithful, a mother 　　only wishes for her son's safety. But for Ren Piaoting, she wavers between the roles of mother and wife, 　　making it difficult to define happiness. 　　Suddenly, a car rushes out from around the corner, everything happens so fast… 　　(Heavens…)

The truck screeched to a halt behind Ren Piaoting, its tires screeching in pain… Ren Piaoting continued gazing at the bride in the bridal shop, at the
Angel Wedding Dress.
Breaking Taboos:
When I ran away from home, I thought my love for my mother was just a dream. But last night, fate
gave me an opportunity, an opportunity that would change my entire life. I only took 50,000 yuan in cash, a new car, and the construction kit containing
the stocks and futures I had been buying! That night, Lehman Brothers, an American investment bank, filed for bankruptcy protection, triggering a global financial
storm. Hong Kong stocks followed the global stock market, falling 1,053 points in a single day.
The futures I had bought out of spite, since each point had a cash value of 50 yuan, turned the brokerage into my
private banking space. I sold my stocks, and after deducting fees, I still made nearly 100 million Hong Kong dollars in cash! Laughing:
When I went out, people would think I was schizophrenic. After the transfer, I aimlessly passed by the bridal shop yesterday and
bought the one that surprised my mother… the "Angel of Happiness" crystal wedding dress, the only one of its kind for everyone! As I put
the car on the back, I thought about proposing to my mother again today!
I couldn't help but notice the advertisement for a real estate development across the street. The building had only started construction a year ago. After looking at it carefully for a while ,
I guessed it was one of eleven luxury residential blocks in Yuen Long. Although only about 80% of the construction was completed, judging from the basic structure,
each villa was a three-story duplex with a floor area of 2,930 square feet.
"Hmm... it would be nice if my mother and I could live here after we got married. I just wonder how long it will take to finish
?"
I noticed a notice board on the construction site hoarding. It was hard to see what it said from inside the car . I
hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to find out the answer to my question in a short time.
So I got out of the car and crossed the road.
"Dream House" sounded very elegant. Hmm... there's still a month left for the exterior garden construction... at
this pace, it will probably be rushed. But considering the time... by then, I'll be remarrying my mother.
Not bad, not bad. I'll take a brochure for reference. Maybe it will work out. That would be a big surprise for my mother!
With my mind made up, I went into the sales center and spent some time buying the house. After the salesperson collected 90% of the deposit
, as the saying goes, "money makes the world go round." I spent several million dollars to buy a high-end duplex villa. The agent
hired a renovation company to rush the work, decorating it according to my mother's preferred design, and everything
was completed within three hours. The developer even gave each new client a new BMW.
I drove to the law firm. I handed all the documents to the lawyer to give to my mother. The lawyer
gave my mother, Ren Piaoting, a receipt, and I paid all the fees. The matter was finished.
Before leaving, the lawyer said, "We will personally give Ms. Ren Piaoting the property and land ownership certificate within three days
, please rest assured!"
"Okay! Thank you!" After the lawyer helped me obtain my new Belgian citizenship, proving that my mother and I
could legally be husband and wife!
On my way home, I was involved in a truck rear-end collision. At the scene, I saw that nearly 60 meters
of highway guardrail had been completely washed away, and a section of guardrail below the roadbed was almost twisted into a pretzel.
A hollow, tall road signpost, its diameter nearly broken, lay scattered on the ground beside a truck loaded with winter melons. Black
oil stains covered the Tianqiao Highway, the smell of diesel still strong. Seeing a beautiful woman
lying nearby, I rushed to help and saw my beloved…Mom!
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Mom…Are you alright? Can you hear me?”
I rushed over, picked her up, and shouted, “Mom, what happened? Mom!” Mom didn’t respond, but she
was still breathing. I knew something terrible had happened. I quickly wrapped a coat around her forehead, called the police,
and carried her to the hospital. Luckily, there weren’t many cars on the road. I was also good friends with the son of a surgeon at the hospital (Dr. Zhang)
, and thanks to their timely rescue efforts, Mom was finally out of danger.
I stared intently at the red and white lettering of "Operating" above the operating room door, my hands clenching and pounding
my knees intermittently. Aside from having just given my mother a blood transfusion, all I could do now was complete the hospital admission procedures.
(Two hours have passed, how could it take so long…) Then I paced back and forth in the corridor, clenching my hands again.
"Uncle Zhang, how is my mother?" I asked immediately as I saw Dr. Zhang emerge from the operating room.
Dr. Zhang shook his head and said, "Your mother may experience temporary urinary and fecal incontinence... We need
to observe her further; the situation isn't very optimistic. She just needs some time to recover. However, due to the injury to the pelvic floor muscles
, her control is weakened. When abdominal pressure suddenly increases, such as during coughing, sneezing, laughing, sudden changes in position, or
lifting heavy objects, urine will involuntarily leak out, potentially causing permanent incontinence! Ah, it depends on luck. If
she's lucky, it'll only be urinary incontinence; otherwise, even bowel movements will be a problem! The bleeding from her head and spleen has stopped!"
Dr. Zhang left me speechless and returned to the operating room, only emerging an hour later.
"Oh dear, so tiring! Luckily, we're fortunate that her femur isn't severely damaged, so she won't experience fecal incontinence.
Don't worry!" We moved to a private ward and brought the gifts from the back of the car to my mother's room to decorate—my mother lay peacefully
on the light green hospital bed, her head wrapped in gauze, some abrasions on her hands treated, and her face looked very haggard
. I stood by the hospital bed, gazing at my mother, almost unable to believe she was my mother. This
beautiful woman with an oval face had delicate, crescent-shaped eyebrows, and her bright, clear eyes revealed a delicate, feminine beauty that evoked
both pity and love, making one wish to hold her in the palm of one's hand and cherish her. I remember history books describing Princess Anle, the most beautiful woman of the Tang Dynasty,
saying: "Her beauty shakes the world." Women are like agarwood, making men willingly drown in her gentle
embrace, unable to escape the vortex of lust for their entire lives. She was like a fairy untouched by worldly affairs; her trembling
eyelashes and cloud-like hair were enough to arouse men's protective instincts. Her perfectly sized nose, her
snow-white arms, and the pink blush between her long, slender legs, combined with her height and weight, perfectly outlined her figure
. If she smiled, her incomparably beautiful face and prominent deep red dimples
made many feel a warm, spring-like feeling. She seemed like the Jade Girl Wen Bixia! Perhaps only
a mole on her lip revealed a slight difference. Finally, I pressed my lips to my mother's cold, moist
lips.
I silently vowed in my heart: I must treat my mother well from now on, make her happy, joyful, and give her a good
life.
I felt a sudden dizziness, and in an instant, a fragrant aroma filled my mind and my lips
, followed by an unprecedented stimulation. But I still couldn't resist losing myself in that gentle
kiss. After a long while, my mother woke up, forgetting to scold herself for taking advantage of me.
Just as I was filled with doubt, my mother suddenly let out a soft moan, but didn't open her eyes. Her hands suddenly
tightened around my neck, and her fragrant tongue quickly probed into my mouth.
My hands trembled as I moved them down between my mother's breasts, wanting to take her right there and then, my mother
pulled her hands away, pressing my unruly hands down there, while tilting her head back slightly, moving away from my
lips that were igniting my desire! Then she nestled sweetly into my arms again.
I saw her panting softly, her starry eyes half-open! Her pretty face was flushed! A satisfied
smile still lingered on her lips!
Meanwhile, I felt weak all over, except for my little brother!
This scene unfolded before my mother's eyes, and she couldn't help but chuckle. She then looked up,
tilted her head slightly to the side, and whispered a kiss, saying, "You little rascal! Taking advantage of your mother!"
I, who had been stunned, snapped out of my daze and quickly coughed to cover my
embarrassment, then said, "Mom, please don't misunderstand. My kiss was just to support and bless you!"
"Is that so?" My mother said, glancing intentionally at the wound on my hand where she had received the blood transfusion, her face
flushing.
My mother gave me a captivating glance, then asked, "Tell me, do you really...love me? Or
...do you just want my...body?"
"Mom, I really love you, don't you understand? I've prepared everything for you, because...
I love you...no other woman can make me feel more..."
"God...don't say anymore! Mom only wants you. As long as you stay by my side, I'll
give you anything you want." My mother stretched out her arms and embraced my broad chest.
"I only want this life with you, the moon, the sun...may I kiss you...?" I gently cupped
my mother's face, gazing at her.
"Mmm..." My mother closed her eyes, her moist lips parted slightly, alluring and tempting.
Without hesitation, I pressed my lips to hers. In that instant, our hearts were in sync. With a kiss,
a flame of passion ignited between us, like lightning striking fire. The two
kissed passionately, like lovers who had been in love for a long time, their tongues swirling in each other's mouths, creating intoxicating sounds.
"Mom, you've suffered so much for me, it's time to enjoy life. I can prove it to you! From now on, we'll
..." I told her about my day's itinerary, about trading futures and buying a house!
My mother smiled and kissed my lips again, saying, "Silly boy! Of course I know what's in your heart! Look at you, so nervous."
I helped my mother sit down on the hospital bed, and I could see that she was very emotional; her eyes were red.
I hugged my beautiful mother tightly and said, "Ren Piaoting! Can you grant me this small
request? This is a decision I've made after careful consideration, please accept it!"
"Look at you! It seems you really love me~! Okay, whatever it is, I'll accept it all!"
My mother smiled broadly.
I knelt down in front of her, and suddenly, my smile froze on her face. Her once hazy, alluring
eyes, almost dripping with tears, gradually regained their original brightness and clarity.
Because her mother saw the gift she had brought out—a
platinum and diamond engagement ring engraved with her English name, Salina. (This ring was ordered a year ago so that my mother and I could be connected heart to heart,
no matter how far apart we were, through the GPS inside the ring, our hearts could be tightly bound together. And
because the main stone, a 6-carat diamond, was cut in the shape of a heart, I named it the "Heart Ring." Beside it
was her birthstone…a top-quality sapphire radiating a captivating and sacred purple light.)
"Piaoting? You are the most beautiful encounter and the most perfect destiny in my life! Please marry me! Although I
don't have much money or a high status, I can only make one promise: whenever
you need me, I will always be by your side, accompanying you through the days of life! Please say yes
! This is the wedding ring I designed for you myself. I named it 'The Ring of the Heart,' meaning that our
hearts are forever connected, our hearts are intertwined." My mother felt her heart being tightly held, her rapidly
beating heart almost leaping into my palm.
I gently held my mother's left ring finger and tenderly placed the
"Ring of the Heart" on her finger, a symbol of a woman truly finding happiness with a man.
Just as Mom was feeling happy, I pointed to the exquisitely handcrafted 43,008-carat
Swarovski pearl and crystal Collezionilasposa wedding dress beside her—a magnificent, courtly
gown with meticulous tailoring and layered pleats, embodying the elegance of aristocratic culture—which caught her attention.
"Angel of Happiness? That's what I mentioned that day..." Mom couldn't help but gaze at the transparent
gown, its delicate, graceful, elegant, and luxurious quality radiating a refined and noble aura. The white crystal fabric of the dress was as beautiful as wings
, and the surge of happiness made her momentarily stunned.
"Dreamy wings..."
A huge echo resounded in Mom's mind, and that voice was my words: "One day, I want you to wear
a wedding dress like this...to be my bride."
"Are you...remembering something? You look terrible...don't push yourself too hard," I asked with concern.
"Heavens, I know your feelings for me, but...it's impossible." Mom knew that
saying this would turn everything bleak, but she didn't want to hide it from me.
I let go of her and showed her the lawyer's credentials with both hands: "No! It's possible! Look!"
Mom's eyes were filled with tears, and in the moonlight, she couldn't immediately make out what I was showing her: "Heavens..."
I impatiently pointed to the empty space after Mom's name, and instantly, Mom understood what I meant by proof.
"What does this mean?" She quickly wiped away her tears and looked carefully.
"Look, this is your household registration book. Here..."
"The lawyer said, this...this...my birth certificate."
Because Ren Piaoting was widowed many years ago, she was in a state of mental distress, so my birth certificate did not include
my mother. As a result, my birth certificate was with my mother's younger sister...Ren Piaoxue. Therefore, apart from being divorced
, my mother's record at the birth registry would not show any offspring. And the hospital where my mother gave birth
was destroyed in a fire many years ago!
This is my more concrete proof that my mother married me and stayed with me. Looking back, I should
thank that younger sister called my mother...Ren Piaoxue...right now.
"Legally, we have no mother-son relationship. At least, there is no way to prove it in this respect, which means that
Miss Ren Piaoting can marry me, right?" Legally, that's true. The sudden turn of events made my mother
uncertain. She tried to calm her chaotic mind. She had to think it through. But a surge of joy overwhelmed her instantly
, almost drowning her.
"This...I...I don't know...This is indeed as you said..." Mom brushed aside
her hair, ruffled by the cold wind, staring intently at the household registration book, unable to speak aloud.
Mom suddenly understood! But tears already streamed down her face uncontrollably. She was so moved. These past few days,
Mom had felt a sense of happiness when I came home from work. She knew that in a few years, when she turned forty, she would feel very empty.
Mom slowly nodded, a small gesture, but I saw it! Mom rested her head on my shoulder,
closing her eyes in blissful contentment.
"That means you said yes. Look, the moon has risen, bearing witness for us. My beautiful bride!"
I kissed Mom, who was now smiling through her tears, and we stood there, frozen in that moment. The dazzling wedding ring symbolized "holding
hands and growing old together!" After placing the ring on my mother's finger, I could no longer contain my passion. I
swept her up in my arms and pressed my lips to her slightly parted, red lips, kissing her deeply
. I kissed her tenderly enough, then lightly kissed her cheeks, eyes, ears, neck, hair, chest
… and every part of her body. Then I kissed her again, gently sucking on her nimble
tongue like chewing gum, our breaths mingling, savoring each other
's sweet saliva. To be honest, I only wanted to spend every beautiful moment with my mother.
After the kiss, my mother gently looked up, gazing at my resolute expression and confident words. For a moment ,
she was stunned, seeing herself clearly! Perhaps only this young man before her was
the man she had waited for for eighteen years! Actually, during her coma, Ren Piaoting first wore an indelible… diamond and gold necklace and a light pink, romantic
, bridal-themed pearl and diamond bracelet!
I kissed my mother and asked, "Okay, I will be a good husband from now on. Let the God of Marriage be our witness, and let us make this vow. Let's pinky
swear." I bent my little finger and hooked it with hers.
Hearing these heartfelt words, my mother could no longer restrain her long-suppressed emotions. She forgot
her injuries, threw herself at me, hugged me tightly, pressed her face against mine, and
said through tears, "I will only say yes if you formally propose. I am ready. I choose to set aside my
identity as a mother and be with you in another way. But we must leave here and
start anew in a place where no one knows us! It's all my fault. Actually, I've thought it through. You are my beloved son, my treasure
. If I don't give my body to you, who will? You are not allowed to leave me again, okay? I promise you, from now on, if you only
want my body, I will give it to you." My mother lowered her head shyly and buried her face in my chest.
"You must listen to me after we're married," Mom said, displaying a mature and composed demeanor, which put my mind at ease
and brought a smile to my face. Seeing my radiant smile, Mom reached out and stroked my cheek.
"How have you been these past few days? Have you been eating well? Where are you planning to spend the night? I've been worried about you constantly."
I spread my arms, revealing my well-defined upper arm muscles, and Mom couldn't help but chuckle.
Mom loved her son dearly, and my behavior brought her great comfort. She felt she had done right by her
deceased husband, and she felt very happy.
During this time, faced with the tender affection her beloved son had shown her, had she truly not
been moved? Her son was handsome and dashing, his elegant and charming appearance could captivate any woman in the world.
Besides being proud of her son, wasn't she also captivated by him? In the quiet of the night, when she thought of
her distant husband, didn't she often imagine her son as him?
When her beloved son poured out his love and longing for her, she felt an overwhelming
urge to rush into his arms, to accept his affection, and to let him caress and
cherish her.
For the past 18 years, while she had enjoyed the deep bond between mother and son, she
had also experienced the profound loneliness of all widows, a loneliness that intensified and became harder to dispel in the quiet of the night
. Her son was right; she truly needed a man to cherish her, love her, hold her, and caress her.
But, deeply bound by societal norms and social conventions, she could not possibly find another man. Even if she decided to break
free from these constraints, her pride and self-respect told her she would not marry another
.
For over a decade, apart from her son and her husband, whose memory had become increasingly blurred, she had considered all other men
as nonexistent. Besides letting her beloved son see her stunning beauty, she refused to let
any other man glimpse her face. Therefore, whenever she went out, she always wore sunglasses or a mask to cover half her face.
Deep in her heart, besides her son, there was no room for any other man; only her son was her
true love! Her chastity was beyond question. Stripped of the sugar coating of love, a mother would never betray her son, and
I couldn't help but smile with pride.
Thinking of this, my mother's slender hand unconsciously caressed my handsome face, and a
gentle, happy smile appeared on her beautiful face. Her beautiful eyes, brimming with autumn water, held a deep, ocean-like affection as she gazed at me intently.
She conveyed to me her joy, her happiness, her contentment, her tenderness, her love, her…
…
Having already achieved a deep connection with my mother, I instantly understood
the profound meaning expressed and conveyed in her eyes. This silent exchange of deep affection could melt even the hardest steel, instantly melting and
intoxicating both my mother and me. The pleasure and ecstasy it brought made my heart tremble, feel satisfied and
gratified; it was so fragrant, so mellow, and the lingering aftertaste was unforgettable.
And so, the two of us, already intoxicated and lost in the moment, began to kiss passionately. The kiss was so fiery, so
sweet, and so intoxicating! At this moment, my hands were already tightly embracing Nana's smooth, snow-white back,
pressing her plump, full breasts even more tightly against my chest.
My mother's slender, plump arms tightly encircled my neck, pressing our mouths, noses, and foreheads
together symmetrically, without a single gap, as if to merge us further
. Completely lost in the passionate kiss, neither my mother nor I noticed that we were simply enjoying
the emotional exchange through our intertwined tongues, savoring the warmth and sweetness within. Everything around us
seemed nonexistent.
At that moment, I especially enjoyed sucking on the sweet, slippery saliva from my mother's fragrant mouth, and her
soft, pink tongue, feeling its unparalleled smoothness, softness, sweetness, and warmth.
Only when our mouths were quite tired did I reluctantly pull away from my mother's beautiful lips.
Then, Mother revealed her alluring and shy demeanor again. She lifted the blanket covering herself, got into
bed, and gently pressed her naked body against mine, telling me to undress and lie down. She whispered shyly in my ear,
"Heavens, I'm injured right now. Just touch my body, don't move. Once my injuries heal
, whatever you want, I'll do, okay?"
As Mother's soft, smooth body pressed against me, my breath quickened, my eyes blazed with desire. I turned and
gently caressed her snow-white, round, and tender naked body, savoring the smooth, delicate flesh in my hands
. When Mother asked me questions, I didn't even bother to answer, only nodding.
My hand moved across Mother's smooth, delicate abdomen, reaching her mysterious and longed-for vulva, the place where I had been born.
I gently stroked her two delicate labia, lingering there for a long time.
My hand slipped inside my mother's panties, caressing her soft pubic hair. My fingers probed her vagina; she was already wet
. My mother looked at me with tender affection and shyness, her eyes slightly closed, letting me kiss her rosy,
beautiful face. When my lips met her sweet, red lips, she responded gently, our
kisses locked. I sucked, and she slipped her nimble, clove-like tongue into my mouth, our
tongues intertwining. We greedily sucked each other's saliva. My index finger was already between her legs,
gently stirring in the overflowing fluids. My mother's thighs opened and closed intermittently…
After what seemed like an eternity, I grabbed my mother's hand and guided it to her already erect penis, urgently saying,
"Mom, I can't hold back anymore, I want you…"

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