There are some things I want to say, but I don't know who to say them to.

Once, I was a happy woman; once, I was a joyful woman. But all of that is gone! Sitting quietly in this night, brewing a cup of tea, I reminisce about the past. There was the joy of childhood,
the awkwardness of adolescence, the care of my parents and siblings, and the love of my husband! Thinking of my husband, my heart aches again! When I was 20, just starting my career, I met my husband—Cheng. Cheng was five years older than me, tall and
strong at 178 cm. He always liked to hold me, petite as I was, in his arms, calling me "little dazed one" or "little thing."
Back then , I would always pout and argue with him, "I'm 163 cm tall, I'm not short either! My smart brain isn't
dazed!" Cheng would always smile gently, his warm lips melting away all my dissatisfaction. Now, thinking back, my husband understood me
. I loved him in a daze, enjoying Cheng's sweetness and tenderness! The first time I slept in my husband's arms, he asked,
"Does it still hurt?" I naively replied, "It feels so good!" He pointed to my body; it was red and
swollen, and there were patches of blood on the sheets. Only then did I realize the discomfort. Tears streamed down my face
and onto his chest. For the entire day, he held me close, tenderly caring for me, and softly said, "Little
one , I will love you forever!" I felt so happy! Another time, he asked, "Little one, when is your period?" After thinking for a moment, I said, "Soon."
"Soon? You haven't had it for over half a month! Don't you remember? What do you remember?"
I thought for a moment, then smiled foolishly, "Yeah, I just remember... being with you is so wonderful!" He stroked my long hair
and called me a little scatterbrained. So we went to the hospital. And I was pregnant. So, my husband became my wife, and so, I became a mother
, just 21 years old. For a long time, I would snuggle in my husband's arms and complain, "It's all your fault! I haven't had enough of our
time as a couple!" My husband would always say tenderly, "My little one, I will love you forever!" The day I gave birth to my son, I woke up groggily in the hospital bed. My husband
looked at "You're awake? How are you feeling?" I smiled, but suddenly felt something was wrong—my belly was empty. I lifted
the blanket to look, and my once mountain-like belly was gone. Tears streamed down my face. "Husband, I'm so sorry, I
lost our baby! My baby is gone!" My mother-in-law came to my bedside with the baby in her arms. "Xiaoling, look!
The baby's here. It's a boy, just like his father." My mother tucked me in and said, "Silly girl, you didn't even know
you gave birth to a son! Why are you crying? Come and see the baby, he looks just like you did when you were little." I stared blankly
at my son—wrinkled skin, long head, sparse hair—he looked so ugly. Tears welled up again. "Honey
, this baby is so ugly, won't you love me anymore?" My mother scolded me, "Silly girl, all babies look
like this when they're first born. They'll be pretty once they open up." My husband gently wiped away my tears: "My little one, I'll love you
forever !" In that moment, my heart was filled with happiness! My son grew up day by day, went to kindergarten, went to elementary school, but he still liked to run into my room, climb onto my and
my husband's bed to sleep, and snuggle in my arms. So I told him, "Son, you're all grown up now, you should sleep by yourself
." The more I said it, the angrier he got: "Mom, you don't love me!" "How could I? You're my son, how could I not love you?" "That's right, you only love Dad, you don't love me at all!" I was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. My husband held our son on
his lap: "Son, Mommy is a little woman, we're men, we have to protect our home and Mommy. You're
all grown up now, you need to learn to be independent so you can protect Mommy and our home in the future." Our son
nodded , "I know, Mommy and Daddy both love me." My husband stroked our son's hair, "Of course, Daddy
loves you too." I looked at my husband and son embracing, feeling a little strange. "Honey, what about me?"
My husband hugged me and kissed me on the cheek: "Little one, I'll love you forever!" Our son also leaned
in and kissed me on the cheek, mimicking my husband's tone: "Little one, I'll love you forever!" Then
he giggled and ran back to his room. At that moment, my heart was filled with happiness! I thought happiness would stay with
me forever! Our son is in middle school now, very smart and mischievous. He looks a lot like my husband, his voice and
the way are very similar. Father and son walking together are like two different sizes. People say sons resemble their mothers and daughters resemble their fathers.
Why doesn't my son look like me? My husband got promoted again and was allocated a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment
.
Meanwhile, I work as a manager at a property management company in a villa community. Our combined income is quite good, and the new apartment is decorated just like the villa itself—comfortable and luxurious. Of course, it's all thanks to my husband. On the day we moved in, I dragged him into
the luxurious jacuzzi tub, big enough for two people, for a romantic bath. Exhausted, I let my long hair flow over my shoulders and nestled in his
arms, enjoying his caresses. "Honey, will we always be this happy?" "Yes, things will only get better." "You're lying! Your position is getting higher, and I'll be 35 next year. You won't like me anymore when I'm old."
My husband grasped my soft breasts. "Look at your figure. Except for this area being bigger,
it's the same as when you were 20. I will love you forever." (My years of gym classes haven't been in vain.) I turned and kissed
his cheek. "Really? You can't lie to me!" "My little one, I will love you for a lifetime." These are our eternal sweet nothings, words we'll never tire of hearing! That day, my husband told me he had to go on a
business trip for half a month and asked me to take good care of myself and our son. That evening, I nestled in his arms, discussing what gifts to bring back with me, when I suddenly remembered something important. "Honey, you'll be gone
for so long this time, won't you miss me?" "Of course I will, I'll miss you every day." "Then, when you miss me, and I
'm not by your side, won't you go astray and go out to find bad women?" "How could I? I love you so much,
I wouldn't go to find bad women." "Liar! You're so good, you need it at least every two days. This time you'll be gone for so long, I don't believe
you can resist." My husband chuckled and told me a joke: There was a couple who called having sex "doing laundry." One time they had a fight and gave each other the silent treatment for several days.
The husband, wanting to mend his relationship but afraid his wife would ignore him, told his son, "Son, I need to do laundry. Go
ask your mom if she needs any." A little while later, the son returned and said, "My mom said the washing machine is broken. We'll do it when it's fixed."
The next day, the wife, wanting to reconcile, told her son, "The washing machine is fixed. Tell your dad he can do the laundry now."
A little while later, the son returned and said, "My dad said he doesn't need it, he'll hand wash it himself." I blinked and asked, "Anything else?" "That's it." "That's not funny. What do you mean?"
My husband nudged me, grinning mischievously. "We have a washing machine at home, and I can hand wash clothes when I'm out." I grabbed
his penis, looked at it, and suddenly understood. I hugged his neck, laughing so hard
I could barely breathe. "Honey, you're so funny! You're killing me with laughter. But hand washing too much will wear out the clothes easily. Why don't you save the clothes you need washing
, and I'll wash them for you in the washing machine when we get back?" "But I want to do laundry now!" Hugging my husband's neck, I felt my whole body getting hot.
"Honey, I love you so much! You can wash as many clothes as you want with our washing machine. Wash a lot today, please! Love me!" "My little darling, I'll love you forever!" That night, I felt like I was flying! For the next two weeks, I would talk to my husband on the phone every night before bed, pouring out my longing
. Sometimes we would even hand-wash clothes together over the phone, which felt nice. After a week, I was worried about
my husband 's health, so I told him, "Honey, I won't call you tomorrow. I'm giving you a day off. You can go out
and borrow the washing machine, but only three times, two times, one time... um, a maximum of three times. But I still want
you to keep it, and I'll wash it for you when you get back. I'll check it when you get back!" My husband should be back this afternoon. I went home early to buy lots of groceries
, washed myself thoroughly, smelled wonderful, and put on a thong, my husband's favorite.
My first thong was still the birthday present my husband gave me. I was calculating the time he would return, thinking about the gift I would buy for him.
I was also worried that he might actually go out and borrow the washing machine. Hmm, I'll have to check things out properly tonight. My son
came home early from school and circled around me, saying, "Mom, you look so beautiful today! Dad's home today, are you especially happy? You
smell so good, let me smell you!" He ran over and hugged my waist, burying his face in my ample bosom
, taking deep breaths. Wait, before I knew it, my son was almost as tall as me. I tapped his
head and pretended to be angry, scolding, "You little rascal, you dare to take advantage of your mother? I'll give you a good beating!" My son made
a face and ran off laughing. Just then, the phone rang. I happily grabbed it, "Hello, honey, are you home yet? I'll come down and get
you." "Xiaoling, are you and Xiaoyi (my son's name) home?" It was my father-in-law calling;
his voice sounded a lot like Cheng's. "Oh, Dad, we're at home. Cheng should be back soon. Is something wrong?" "
Xiaoling, you and Xiaoyi come to ** Hospital right away. It's best not to drive yourself, take a taxi. Hurry up!"
The phone hung up after saying that. Filled with suspicion, I took my son to the hospital and found my parents-in-law, uncle, parents,
older brother, and younger brother all in the hospital corridor. My mother-in-law and mother had tears streaming down their faces, their eyes red, and the whole family was looking at me. "Dad, Mom, what's wrong? Who's sick? Why are you crying?" My father-in-law led me to a ward, and the family
followed. In the middle of the ward was a hospital bed covered with a white sheet. "Xiaoling, you have to be strong
. Cheng is gone." "Dad, what did you say? Cheng is gone. Where did he go?" My father-in-law slowly lifted the sheet. On the bed, Cheng lay
quietly , as if asleep. "Cheng was in a car accident on his way home. The car he was in overturned, and he
hit his head. It was too late to get him to the hospital. The driver has been caught..." My head was buzzing
, I couldn't hear anything, I just stared blankly at Cheng's sleeping face, so pale. Everything around me
ceased to exist. I don't know how much time passed, but I cupped my husband's face in my hands and gently shook him. "Honey, you're back!
Why didn't you come home? It's so cold sleeping here. Get up, let's go home." "Didn't you say you were going to buy me a gift? Let me see it." "Didn't you say you wanted to eat the dishes I cooked for you? I've prepared everything, we can eat when we get home. Get
up !" "Didn't you say you wanted me to do your laundry? I've prepared the washing machine for you. Do you think I'm pretty?
Smell me, do I smell nice?" No matter how I called, my husband wouldn't move or pay attention to me. I yanked off
the white sheet , and Cheng was lying there, naked, without a single injury, just like when he slept. My beloved
weapon had lost its power. Soft and head bowed. I grabbed her and gently stroked her. "Honey, did you
go outside to borrow the washing machine? Are you too scared to come home? If you don't come home, I'll wash your clothes right now." After saying that,
I lowered my head, took her in my mouth, and began to move frantically. The firmness, warmth, and heat of the past were gone; what entered my mouth was
ice-cold , chilling me to the bone! I felt someone pulling me away from my husband's body. I turned around and saw my mother-in-law hugging me, crying and calling out, "
Xiaoling, don't be like this, don't scare Mom. Cheng is gone. Mom knows you're heartbroken. Cry, cry it out." "Mom, you're lying to me. Cheng won't leave. Cheng won't abandon me. Cheng said he'd love you for a lifetime." My eyes
questioned everyone in the family, and everyone was in tears. Mom held me and cried, "Girl, Cheng is really gone,
cry !" "I don't believe it, Cheng is right there, he's just asleep. I'll take him home to sleep. You're all lying to
me!" "Xiaoling!" Father-in-law roared, "Just cry it out! Cheng is gone, Cheng—dead!"
Silence. Suddenly, everything was silent. There was no more crying around, and the buzzing in my head stopped. I stared blankly
at my father-in-law, then at my family, and finally at the sleeping Cheng, the word "dead" echoing in my mind. I finally understood that Cheng had truly
left me and would never come back! Pain. I finally knew what heart-wrenching pain was! With a heart-wrenching
cry "Husband—!" The world spun, and I lost consciousness. I must control myself, I won't let anyone see me cry, I'll pretend to be indifferent, I don't want to think about you, I blame myself for not having the courage, my heart aches so much I can't breathe, I can't find any trace of you, I watch you helplessly as you disappear to the ends of the earth, I can't find a reason to be strong, I can no longer feel your tenderness, tell me, where is the starry sky, does it have an end? My heart aches so much I can't breathe, I can't find any trace of yesterday, I watch you helplessly as you disappear to the ends of the earth, I can't find a reason to be strong, I can no longer feel your tenderness, tell me, where is the starry sky, does it have an end? I'll make a wish upon a shooting star, let you know I love you—a wish from the stars. Three years have passed, and writing these words still makes my heart ache so much I can barely breathe. I cried and wrote,
and it was almost dawn before I finished writing. A few thousand words took me an entire night. I wrote it down, for those memories that should be forgotten! I regained consciousness one morning. I had a dream where my husband stood before me,
smiling lovingly, and said, "My little one, I have to go. Take good care of yourself from now on." Tears streamed down my face. "Husband,
where are you going? Please don't go! Or, take me with you!" My husband gently shook his head. "You can't go. You
still have to take care of our son and raise him well." I threw myself at him, hugging his neck and desperately trying to
kiss his lips. "Husband, don't go! Don't leave me..." My husband's figure slowly faded and disappeared into
my arms. "Husband!" Suddenly, I woke up. I was in my bedroom, the sky just beginning to lighten. I was lying on my
bed , holding my son, Xiao Yi, and kissing his tender lips. I was startled and quickly let go of him,
sitting up. I looked at myself. Thankfully, I was wearing pajamas, not the naked I usually sleep in. "Son,
what are you doing here? Why aren't you sleeping in your own room?" My son stared at me with wide eyes. "Mom,
are you missing Dad again? Uncle called yesterday and said Grandpa was sick, and Grandma went back to see him. She asked me to sleep here with you
tonight ." At dawn, my mother-in-law came over again. I asked her how my father-in-law's illness was. She said he was fine,
just a little high blood pressure. He got some medicine from the hospital yesterday, and he's much better now. She then asked how I was feeling.
I felt much more awake. From my mother-in-law's words, I learned that since my husband's death, I had been in a daze, as if I had lost my soul
. I often sat in a daze or silently shed tears. For a month, my mother-in-law and my mother, fearing something might happen to me, took turns staying
here to take care of me and Xiao Yi. Cheng's funeral arrangements were all completed, and his ashes were buried in ** Cemetery. He left me three
apartments, a million yuan in savings, and a car. My company helped me get a long leave of absence. My mother-in-law then found two
suitcases that my husband had brought back, asking me why I had been yelling about washing clothes and using the washing machine the other day, but there were no dirty
clothes . I blushed and stammered that it was a metaphor for our intimate moments. My mother-in
-law then took out several pieces of sexy lingerie and thongs from the suitcases, asking if Cheng had another woman. I cried and said
no, these clothes were all bought for me by Cheng. He always doted on me and liked me wearing those kinds of clothes at night.
My mother-in-law also shed tears, saying, "Child, I can see you and Cheng loved each other very much. Cheng's passing has been so hard on you. You're still
young , why don't you find someone else?" "Mom, I won't look for anyone. Cheng is gone, and my heart went with him. From now on, I'll raise Xiaoyi alone. I'll always
be your daughter-in-law," my mother-in-law cried, hugging me and comforting me for a long time. I told her I was fine and urged her to go back
to take care of my father-in-law, saying I would take good care of myself and Xiaoyi. My mother-in-law was worried and stayed for three more days,
only returning home after seeing that I had truly recovered. Life became mundane afterward, a daily routine of going to work and coming home, the two points becoming my main focus,
devoid of passion and joy. Occasionally, I would wear the little clothes my husband gave me and touch my body, but I felt
nothing . It only brought endless memories and sorrow. My son is now in his final year of junior high school, taller than me,
and looking more and more like Cheng. He's doing very well in school and has also learned to cook and do many household chores. He always sleeps with me, telling me
many : how his test score improved; how a classmate got into a fight off-campus; how a classmate was sick and missed
class; how so-and-so and so-and-so are dating. Sometimes I ask if any female classmates like him, or if he
likes a particular girl. My son says several female classmates like him, but none of them are his type; they're
all too superficial and immature. Sometimes I ask what kind of girl he likes, and he'll earnestly tell
me, "I don't like girls. I want to stay with Mom forever!" His earnest expression and words
often move me. Yes, my son is the continuation of my love and my only hope in this life. Since my mother-in-law passed away, my son has always slept with me. In the middle of the night, I often can't help but hold him and cry.
One night, I woke up from a dream and suddenly felt my son's body trembling. Was he also crying in his dream? I gently nudged him: "Xiao Yi, wake up, what's wrong?"
My son woke up with a start, saw me looking at him, sat up in a panic, hugged his legs, and his little face turned red. "Mom
, I'm fine." "Son, were you dreaming or are you feeling unwell?" My son mumbled without saying anything. I looked at him closely and
noticed a damp stain on his underwear and a wet patch on the sheet beneath him. I touched it; it felt slippery
and sticky. My son shrank back, trying to move away but too afraid to, his face turning even redder. I smiled,
knowing that my son had grown up! "Son, tell Mom, when did this start, and how many times has it happened?" "It's been about a year since my grandma passed away, about four or five times. Mom, actually, I don't want to,
it's just that sometimes I have strange dreams, and that's it. Am I a bad child?" "Good son, it's okay, this is normal, it means you're growing up. Didn't your school
teach ? Can you tell Mom what you dream about?" "In sex education class, they just gave us a book, and the teacher told us to read it ourselves. They didn't explain anything, and I
didn't really understand it." Yes, my son is older now, he should know these things. My husband should have told him, but
he's gone. Sigh, I can only tell him now, so I'll take this opportunity. I don't want him to feel
any burden. "Son, change your clothes first, and then get your sex education book. If you don't understand something,
Mom will tell you." My son went to change his clothes. I touched the damp stains on the sheets, which had a faint fishy smell, a smell that
actually made me a little intoxicated. I shook my head, got up, and changed to a new sheet. When my son came over, I used a book to explain to him what
nocturnal emission is, the structure of male and female reproductive organs, the origin of the fetus and the continuation of
life , and told him that nocturnal emission is a normal phenomenon for boys at a certain age, and he shouldn't feel burdened
or afraid. At this time, my son asked me, "Mom, I know most of it, but I don't
know what female reproductive organs look like. Can you show me?" "You little rascal, don't tease your mother.
You'll know when you get married and have a wife." My son looked disappointed. "Ah, I have to wait until the future?" "
Alright, son, we can talk about it later. It's getting late, go to sleep now." I could feel my son
tossing and turning for a long time without falling asleep. The next evening, I said to my son, "Son, you're an adult now. You should sleep by yourself from now on.
Go back to your own room." "Mom, I like sleeping with you. Please let me sleep here." "But you'll have to be independent sooner or later, you'll have to work, you'll have to get married, and eventually you'll leave your mother." "Mom, I don't want a wife anymore, I'll stay with you forever!" "Silly son, don't talk nonsense. From today onwards, you'll sleep by yourself, okay? Be good." So, my son
reluctantly went back to his own room. It really wasn't good to see him gone. After summer vacation, my son successfully entered a top high school. During his year of high school, he grew much taller,
already 175 cm, tall and big, a head taller than me, which I found very endearing. One day in July, the weather was extremely hot. I came home from work, drenched in sweat. Seeing my son
playing games on the computer, I said to him, "Son, help Mom wash the vegetables first. I'll take a shower and then cook for you
; it's too hot." With that, I hurried into the bathroom. I quickly rinsed off, wanting to hurry and cook, but my foot
slipped and I fell hard on the bathroom floor. I screamed; my ankle, thigh, and buttocks all hurt terribly, and it felt
like my ankle was broken. My son heard my scream and ran over, opening the bathroom door. "Mom, what happened?" "Oh, son, I just slipped and fell. It's nothing, you can go out now." I tried to get up, but
when my right foot landed, it was excruciatingly painful, and I landed hard on my bottom again. "Mom, look, your ankle is all swollen.
I'll take you to the hospital." He gently picked me up and carried me out of the bathroom. "Son, help Mom get dressed first. Get me
my clothes." My son carried me to the living room sofa, got my clothes, helped me put on my underwear and then
a dress, then carried me to the car and drove me to the hospital. After the examination, it turned out I had sprained my right ankle
with a minor fracture, which was already in a cast. My thigh and buttocks were just bruises; I just needed to apply ointment and
massage . By the time everything was done and we got home, it was almost 10 o'clock. My son bought food from a nearby restaurant and brought it with him.
Back home, we ate a simple meal, and my son helped me to bed. He took a shower, then came
over with a blanket to sleep with me, asking, "Mommy, does your ankle still hurt?" "It's much better now, it doesn't hurt much anymore." "Then let me massage your leg; your thigh is all bruised." He then took some medicine, gently applied it, and
massaged my thigh and buttocks. His movements were very gentle, as if he didn't want to hurt me. Looking at his earnest expression
, I felt incredibly warm inside. Suddenly, I remembered that earlier in the bathroom, my son had carried me naked out of the bathroom
and helped me get dressed; he had seen my body completely. I blushed with embarrassment. "Mommy, are you feeling better
?" "Yes, much better. Son, help me, I need to go to the bathroom." My son picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. Having a son is truly wonderful. For the next few days, my son took meticulous care of me, cooking, washing clothes, cleaning the floor— he did
everything very well. Before I knew it, my son had grown up.
There was one thing that troubled me: the weather in July
was incredibly hot. Even sitting down made me sweat, let alone moving, and even with the air conditioning on full blast
. After two days of this, I couldn't take it anymore; the smell of sweat was unbearable. That evening, I
had to ask my son for help: "Xiaoyi, can you run the water for Mom? I want to take a bath." "Mom, your leg is still in a cast, how can you take a bath?" "It's too hot, I feel terrible." "How about I help you take a bath?" "..." "It's okay, I'm your son, what are you afraid of? Besides, I already
saw you when you were injured that day." "..." I didn't know what to say; I just felt my face burning. I could only respond to my son with silence
. My son turned and went to the bathroom to run the water. After a while, he came back to my bedside: "Mom, the water
's ready, let me help you take off your clothes." "Help me to the bathroom first." Although I acquiesced to my son helping me, the thought of taking off my clothes in the bedroom still
felt unsettling. My son helped me to the bathroom and sat me on the edge of the bathtub. I looked back at him and said, "Xiao Yi
, you can go out now. I'll call you later." Watching him leave the bathroom, I slowly took off my pajamas,
bra , and underwear, and laboriously placed myself in the bathtub, my injured right foot resting on the edge.
Things that used to be easy were now incredibly inconvenient. After thinking for a moment, I called my son in to help. When he came in, he was only
wearing boxer shorts. I glanced at him, and realizing I was naked, my face started to burn. I
closed my eyes, one hand covering my chest, the other covering my lower body, and instructed him to wash my hair and rub my back…
His movements were a little clumsy, but always very gentle. He gently massaged my skin, asking how I
felt and if he was hurting me. I answered his questions hesitantly, but my mind was focused on the skin his
hands were brushing against. As his hands moved, my body trembled slightly. This body... how long has
it been a pair of hands caressed it? It feels like the past, when my husband held me, sitting in this luxurious bathtub, and gently
said, "Little one, I will love you forever." Tears unexpectedly streamed down my face. "Mom, why are you crying? Did I hurt you? Or did I do something wrong?" I quickly wiped away my tears.
"No, you did a good job. I just got some bath soap in my eyes, I'm fine." Only then did my thoughts return to reality.
My son's hands were on my breasts. My full breasts were pressed high by my son's large hands, and I could
see the blue veins under the delicate skin. I quickly pushed my son's hands away. "Son, I can wash myself here.
Can you get Mom a towel?" I hurriedly washed my chest and lower body. When I turned around, my son was holding a towel, staring
blankly at me, his boxer shorts bulging. "What are you looking at? Help me dry off." My son
hurriedly dried my hair and body, his hands trembling slightly. I glanced at my son; tall
, broad-shouldered, with bulging muscles and thick legs, the outline of his boxer shorts looked quite imposing.
I quickly closed my eyes, letting him do as he pleased with my body. After wiping me, he picked me up and carried me to
my bed. When he put me down, my bottom was bumped—it felt so hard! "Mom, you
go to sleep . I need to take a shower too, I'll be back in a bit." Lying quietly in bed, listening to
the sound of running water from the bathroom, I felt my face and body burning. My hand touched the spot on my bottom where he had bumped me; it felt
so strange. Perhaps my son forgot, or perhaps I hadn't noticed, but he hadn't brought me underwear or pajamas
. Having not slept naked in a long time, I found myself having trouble sleeping, tossing and turning for a long time before finally falling asleep. During the National Day holiday, I took my son on a six-day trip to Hainan. Although it was tiring, I felt very happy. My long-standing
depression was completely forgotten, and my son said he saw his happy mother again. Back home, after dinner
, my son went to play with his classmates, and I took a shower and went to bed. When I woke up after a nap, my son wasn't beside me. I checked
the time; it was already 10:30 PM. I got up to go to the living room for a drink of water and saw light coming from under my son's bedroom door. "That kid, did he see I was asleep and not want to disturb me, so he went to his room without turning off the light?"
I pushed open his door, and what I saw stunned me: my son was sitting at his computer desk,
the screen displaying a swimsuit photo of me from Hainan. He was shirtless, his underwear pulled down to his knees, and one hand
was between his legs, gripping his erect penis and stroking it repeatedly. "Xiao Yi, what are you doing?" I was somewhat shocked and angry, my voice rising slightly. My son was startled. He turned around and
saw me standing in the doorway. He hurriedly stood up, completely forgetting that his genitals were still exposed. His face flushed red,
and his right hand moved a few more times. A stream of white semen shot out, hitting me quite a distance—more than a meter away
—and landed on my legs and hands. My son stood there speechless and motionless
, just standing there dumbfounded. I was flustered and didn't know what to say. After a long while, I finally said, "Hurry up and get ready, go to sleep." After saying that, I hurriedly closed my son's bedroom door
and ran back to my own. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I wiped the semen off my legs and hands with tissue paper, smelling the faint fishy smell, and
the scene just now kept replaying in my mind. My son has grown up and has already learned to masturbate. I actually bumped into him during his
orgasm . It was so embarrassing. I wondered if I'd scared him. I'd heard that being frightened at this time could
cause impotence, which is a matter of lifelong happiness for my son. Should I go see him?
But as a mother, how could I bring myself to do that? After much thought, I decided my son's health was more important. I
mustered my courage and got up to go to his room. The light was off; he seemed to be asleep. I opened the door, turned on the bedside lamp, and saw my son
with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep, but I could tell he was pretending. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I tried to
speak gently, "Xiao Yi, I know you're not asleep yet. Can you talk to Mommy?" My son knew he couldn't keep up the act anymore
. He looked up at me, hummed in response, and then closed his eyes again. "Xiao Yi, you were masturbating just now, weren't you?"
"Can you tell Mom how long you've been doing this? When did it start?" The son blushed and hesitated
for a long time before finally saying, "Mom, I was wrong. I won't do it again." "Silly son, Mom didn't say you were wrong. Actually, when people reach a certain age, they all have physical needs.
Masturbation like you do is one way to satisfy those needs, and it's not wrong. Many people have masturbated.
When you get married and have a normal married life, you won't need to masturbate to satisfy your physical needs anymore." "Mom, really?" "Yes, it's true. You don't need to worry at all. Mom isn't blaming you." "Then, Mom, do you have needs too? Do you do that too?" "You brat, why are you asking me again? I'm talking about you now. You haven't answered my question yet." "Well, it started after the last time you got injured. I just couldn't control myself, and then... Sometimes it's every two or three days
, sometimes it's once a week. It's just that when I see your body, I get aroused." It turns out that the object of my son's fantasies is his own mother. This seems a bit wrong, but
why am I not angry? I even feel a little smug. Looks like my figure is pretty good, still able to attract my son
, oh damn! What am I thinking? "Son, while masturbation isn't entirely wrong, you can't do
it too much . It will affect your health and your studies. In the future, don't do it too often. Hmm...
if you can't resist, once or twice a month, two or three times is okay, but please don't do it too much!" "Okay, I'll listen to Mom." "Good son, did I scare you just now?" "A little, but it's okay." "What do you mean it's okay? If you really scared me, that would be very serious. Is your little penis still
hard now?" "Ah, maybe." "Is it hard now?" "No, no." "No? That won't do. Quickly take off your underwear, let me see. Oh dear, I'm your mother,
what's there to be afraid of? Besides, what part of your body haven't I seen?" Without saying another word, I reached out and took off my son's underwear. There, it appeared before my eyes again. A clump of pubic hair
had grown thick and long, black and shiny, with a black line running up to his navel. A little penis—oh,
no , it's not small anymore, it should be called a penis—about eight or nine centimeters long. The foreskin was a bit long, covering half of the glans.
It looked pink and tender, very pretty. Below was a wrinkled scrotum, tightly tucked between his legs.
Why isn't it hard? Was he really scared? I gently reached out and grasped the penis, asking my son, "How do you feel? Can you get hard?" My son's
breathing was a little rapid: "Mommy, touching me feels good, I'm going to get hard." Sure enough, my son's penis
stretched and deformed in my hand, growing to fourteen or fifteen centimeters, and much thicker. The rosy glans
was , standing erect like a mushroom. So cute! How long has it been since I've touched such a treasure? I couldn't help but
stroke it a few times, and the penis trembled with my touch. I wanted to put it in my mouth, put it inside my body—
how comfortable that would be! Lost in thought, I forgot to stop what I was doing. "Mom. Hurry, it feels so good!" My son's voice startled me awake. What was I doing?
Was how a mother acted? I quickly let go of his hand
. "Son, since you're alright, go to sleep now." I said, getting up to run away. "Mom, don't go! How can I sleep with this hardness? Mom, please
help me! You... it felt so good!" I hesitated, unsure what to do. "Mom, please
, just this once." Seeing how pitiful my son looked, I decided to help him this once. After all, I was the one who caused this
. I sat back down on the edge of the bed, grasped his erect penis, and began to stroke it gently, turning my head away, unable to look him
in the eye. I knew my face must be very red; I felt my chest throbbing; I felt
a trickle of fluid flowing from my genitals, soaking my underwear. My hand grew tired, so I switched to the other hand, and then to the other. My
skills haven't been forgotten, so why isn't it working? Gradually, I forgot my son's presence, my mind and body completely absorbed in the tender pink
treasure in my hands. My hands weren't enough, so I lowered my head and took it into my mouth. So smooth, so sweet! I was intoxicated! His penis
throbbed in my mouth, and suddenly, streams of semen sprayed into my mouth. I couldn't dodge in time, and could only
swallow it mouthful by mouthful. When it was all over, I looked up and saw my son staring at me in astonishment, his eyes filled with
disbelief . I was
so ashamed! How could I do this! I actually did this to my son! I didn't dare explain, and could only flee from my son's room. I ran back to my own room and hid under the covers. My body trembled wildly, my breathing
uneven . What kind of person am I? What kind of mother treats her son like this? What will Xiao Yi think of me! I clutched
my chest, trying to calm myself down, to think about how to face my son tomorrow. Suddenly, I felt very uncomfortable
; my groin was wet and cold. She reached down and touched her underwear; it was soaked through, and her pajamas were also damp.
She took off her , too lazy to put them back on, and lay naked in bed. Her son's pink, tender body appeared before her eyes again. Her fingers slid across
his skin, sending shivers down her spine. Unable to resist the desire in her body
,
her hands roamed over her, her fingers burying between her lips, gently moving rhythmically. Oh… she actually climaxed. Her husband had been gone for almost three years, and her body had lost all feeling. She had masturbated, but it felt utterly tasteless. Men had tried to approach her, but she only felt disgusted. She thought she would never have passion again,
that she would live a mundane life. Thinking of her husband, her heart ached again! "My little one, I will love you forever!"
Tears blurred her vision. In the space between dreaming and waking, we crossed time and space to meet. Every minute felt like a year... How much lingering affection could there be? In the space between dreaming and waking, we forgot about tomorrow, forgot to reserve a little time... so that this feeling could last forever. I opened my eyes, half-awake, and you were gone. Returning to the dream, the dream was no longer connected... Loving you was like a dream, yet it changed in the blink of an eye, the dream was no longer connected . --- Alan Tam, "Between Dreaming
and
Waking What does it matter what I do for my son? After all, in this life, it's only my son and I who depend on each other. Tonight
, I should cook something delicious to nourish my son. My work performance today was surprisingly good; tasks that usually give me headaches were easily handled
. After work, I bought a lot of my son's favorite ingredients and happily busied myself in the kitchen. "Wow,
so much delicious food! Mom, what day is it today?" My son ran up behind me, put his hands on my waist, and
asked affectionately. "You little rascal, hurry up and wash your hands, dinner will be ready soon." My son giggled and ran to
wash his hands . Sitting at the table, my son ate while glancing at me from time to time, as if he wanted to say something. I
knew I had to say something; I couldn't let this kid overthink things anymore. "Xiao Yi, yesterday, Mom was wrong. I
did some things that were too much for you. I was just worried about your health. From now on, don't think about those things anymore.
Focus on your studies. Mom is hoping you'll get into Tsinghua or Peking University." "Mom, I will study hard. You don't need to worry about that. Thank you so much for yesterday. I love you, Mom."
"Mom, like that, in the future... if... could you..." "Don't even think about it," I tapped my son's head with my chopsticks. "Finish your meal and go back to your room to
do your homework ." In the days that followed, my son made several more requests, but I firmly refused each time. However, I knew
that his eyes would follow my body. Every time this happened, I would feel a little nervous,
afraid that I would lose control and do something wrong. I know I'm a confused person. But my son's following gaze
always brought me some pleasure. I sent my son back to his own room to sleep because sometimes I would hide under
the covers and secretly masturbate. I discovered that I was actually a wanton woman. Am I? Thinking back,
when my husband was here, I didn't seem to have any special needs. Every day, he would be playful and
spoiled , he would be tender and affectionate. He always took care of me and satisfied all my needs. My husband's departure took my
heart with him. I once swore that in this life, no one else would ever enter my heart. From now on, I would live with Xiao Yi, and
I would always be my husband's woman. One day in mid-March, it felt unusually cold. Beijing had just turned off the heating, and the temperature
was still far from warm enough. Since my husband passed away, I've developed a problem with being sensitive to cold; my hands and feet are always icy. This time
of year is the hardest for me. That night, even with two quilts on top of me, I still felt
cold. I sneezed loudly, shivered, and got up to test the air conditioner, but it only blew cold air. I called
Xiao Yi to check the air conditioner, and he said it might be broken and suggested I sleep in his room. I grabbed
a quilt and went to Xiao Yi's room. My son's bed was a standard 1.5-meter bed; two people could sleep comfortably
, but it was a little cramped. I lay down with my back to my son; it was still a bit cold, but much better. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a warm spot behind me, so I curled up and
rolled over like a kitten. Finally, I found a warm place and fell asleep peacefully. I woke up suddenly,
finding myself in a warm embrace. A man's large hand slipped inside my pajamas, enveloping my left
breast. Through the fabric, I could feel something hard pressing against my buttocks. Oh my god, how could I be sleeping in my son's
bed looked back; my son was still fast asleep, a faint smile on his serene face. He must be dreaming of
something wonderful. Thankfully, my clothes were still intact. It was already dawn; the clock on the wall pointed
to 6 a.m. Time to get up. Gently lifting my son's large hand, I quietly climbed out of his bed. Looking at my son
's face, I savored the memory of this night—the most peaceful night's sleep I'd had in years. Do women really need a warm embrace to drift off to sleep? In my heart, I felt no resistance whatsoever to my son's
embrace . Was I some kind of wanton woman? I called the air conditioning company to inquire about repairs and arranged for someone to come tomorrow. It seems
I'll be sleeping with my son again tonight . I'm actually a little excited; I wonder what might happen. I took a shower early, put on my cotton pajamas, and lay down on my son's bed. Watching
his back as he did his homework at his desk, my thoughts drifted. His back looked exactly like my husband's in my memory.
Xiao Yi turned to look at me: "Mom, why aren't you sleeping? Why are you looking at me?" "Ah, nothing. Do you have a lot of homework?" "Just a little bit more, almost done." "Then hurry up and finish, then go to sleep early." "Okay, almost." Ten minutes later, my son finished his homework, ran to the bathroom, quickly
took a shower, and without properly drying himself, climbed into bed, pulled back the covers, and lay down next to me. "Mom,
when will the air conditioner in your room be fixed?" "I contacted the air conditioning company today, they'll come to fix it tomorrow. What's wrong?" "Oh, they're coming tomorrow, can't it wait a few days?" I looked at my son with a questioning gaze. "That way, Mom can sleep with me, I like
sleeping with Mom!" "You little rascal, go to sleep now." I reached out and turned off the light, turned my back and lay down. The scene of sleeping in my son's arms
yesterday . I couldn't do that today. I was still a little cold, so I curled up. "Mom, are you still cold?" "I'm fine, don't worry about me, go to sleep." Suddenly, my son lifted my blanket, crawled into my
bed, and hugged me tightly. "Xiao Yi, why are you letting go of me? What kind of behavior is this?" "Mom, I know you're cold. Let me hold you while I sleep. Your hands and feet are so cold." I tried to
resist. "No, no, you're so big now, how can you still sleep with Mom?" My son's big hands were very strong,
and I couldn't break free. "Mom, let's sleep like this. Didn't we sleep together yesterday?" Xiao Yi actually
knew! I thought he didn't know about yesterday, but it turns out he already knew. I tried my best to hold onto my son's big hands,
not letting him move around. "Then you can only sleep quietly and can't move around!" "Okay!" Feeling my son's broad chest, strong arms, and warm body, it was so
comfortable . The room was very quiet, with only Xiao Yi's breathing coming and going. "Little thing, I will love you forever!" "Husband, you haven't said that to me in a long time." "I will say it to you every day, for a lifetime." "Husband." My husband's kisses landed on my face, neck, and lips, making me feel dizzy and intoxicated. "Honey,
I want it, get on top." My husband rolled over and straddled me, the anticipated symphony about to begin. "Oh,
honey, you're so heavy, I can't breathe!" It really was heavy. The strange feeling on my body suddenly woke me up
. Someone on top of me reached out and turned on the bedside lamp. Oh my god! My son was on top of me, sucking on my
nipple . My pajamas were spread open, exposing my snow-white body. I never wear a bra to bed
. My panties were pulled down to my knees, and between my legs, something warm and hard was about to break in. "Ah!"
I screamed. "Xiao Yi, what are you doing? Get up!" I tried to push my son's head away with my hands, pushing against his
chest , trying to push him away. "Mommy, I want it, I want it..." My son's chest pressed against me again, so heavy.
I couldn't push him away anymore, so I had to lift my legs and use my knees to press against my son's chest. With a "crack," my panties
couldn't withstand our struggle and tore open. My legs were spread apart by my son's body, offering no real resistance. "Xiao Yi, no, no! I'm your mother, you can't do this, let me go!" My son cried out as if
possessed "Mommy, I want it, I want it!" I felt his penis blindly thrusting against me, each thrust deviating
from its natural position, causing sharp pain in my genitals. I panicked, desperately resisting. "Xiao Yi, let me go, you're hurting me,
no … ah!" The sudden tearing and fullness shattered all my resistance. I stared blankly at my son, who also stopped
moving; we both froze. The fullness inside me felt so real, like the love
my husband . Tears filled my eyes, not from the pain. Through my tears, my son's face blurred,
transforming into my husband's face. I reached out and encircled his neck, "Husband, I missed you so much!" I desperately
tightened my body, grasping the fullness within me—a feeling so precious! The erection inside me throbbed.
He pressed tightly against my uterus, a wave of heat shooting deep inside me. It was hot! Hot deep inside my vagina, hot in my uterus
, hot in my heart. The heat surged to my brain, to every limb, making me tremble. The climax
arrived. "Ah…husband! Love me!" His penis didn't soften; after I stopped trembling, it began thrusting
inside . Waves of pleasure washed over me, washing over my body, assaulting my brain. Soon, my body
spasmed again, the convulsions leading me to climax; I lost myself. That night, the repeated climaxes kept
me from regaining my senses; my body was exhausted, and I lay limp on the bed, letting my husband revel on me
. In every heart, there's a memory that lingers; in every deep night, there's a place where the deepest thoughts reside. The world's myriad changes, love separates those who are in love. If hearts know the direction of their soulmates, even if they cannot be together day and night, the city moonlight illuminates dreams, please warm his heart. Having seen through the comings and goings of life, can we have more moments of joy? The city moonlight illuminates dreams, please protect it. If one day we can meet again, let happiness fill the entire night. The city moonlight awakens again; it's already 9 o'clock. I, who am used to waking up early, rarely sleep until this time. The room is
quiet; the sunlight filters through the curtains, not very bright. I feel a languid feeling, and my lower back
aches . I throw back the covers and sit naked on the bed. The bed is a mess, with stains everywhere
, and a large wet patch under my buttocks, not yet completely dry. My long, disheveled hair is draped over my shoulders, my white breasts
have a few faint teeth marks, and there are several obvious bruises on my thighs. A dull
ache , my once smooth pubic hair now a tangled mess. My labia were swollen and engorged, slightly parted, exuding
a lascivious aura. All of this clearly conveyed one message: I'd been raped! I'd been
raped ! Just last night, I'd been raped by my own son! Hugging my legs, I buried my face in my knees, tears streaming down my cheeks. I had betrayed my husband;
another man had entered my body. I was no longer a pure woman. And what's more, it was my son who had entered me
. How could I face my husband in the afterlife? How could I live my life from now on? I got up and went to
the bathroom , washing my body, trying to cleanse myself of last night's traces. I rubbed and rubbed, my skin turning red,
my genitals aching, yet I still felt filthy. It couldn't be washed away; it wasn't just my body that was dirty, the memory in my heart
couldn't be erased! I wore several layers of clothing, wrapping myself up tightly, not wanting to see my filthy body, and even less able to face
my impure soul! My stomach was growling; my body, exhausted from a night's work, was protesting. Breakfast prepared
by . Sitting there, I numbly stuffed food into my mouth, unable to taste anything.
Only one thought echoed in my mind: I've been raped by my son! Raped! Was it rape? It must have been. I resisted; I
desperately resisted my son's advances, but my strength was too weak. Perhaps I had mistaken my son for
my husband ; years of longing had blurred the lines between reality and illusion. Yet, my body seemed to enjoy it
. The moment my son entered me, I clearly felt the pleasure. That burning heat melted away
years . With each thrust from my son, my body sang with each movement. It turns out, it wasn't
my son who was wrong; it was all my fault. I shouldn't hate my son; he's only 17, just a teenager. I should hate
myself; I'm a wanton woman! Silently, I found my old sleeping pills in the medicine cabinet, silently prepared some cool boiled water, and looked at
this . I should leave. Yes, I should have left three years ago. That way, my husband and I could still be
a loving couple down there. Now I'm an impure woman; I need to apologize to my husband. I'm a guilty
person! The doorbell rang. I opened the door, and two technicians from the air conditioning company arrived, as scheduled.
Watching them busy themselves, I offered them drinks, then quietly stood aside, continuing to ponder my thoughts.
"The air conditioner has many problems," the technicians said. "They replaced the circuit board and added refrigerant. Anyway, I don't know anything about it.
It only took two hours and cost me over 300 yuan." After seeing them off, I picked up the medicine bottle again, but I lacked
the courage. Xiao Yi is still young and needs to go to school, and I am his only family. I can't leave now; I must
at least wait until my son finishes his studies and is able to take care of himself. But how am I supposed to face my son after
doing that? How can I face him, how can I face myself? What if he wants to do
that again? Should I sternly refuse or silently accept it? My mind is a complete mess.
I keep thinking , my mind is blank, and I just sit there, oblivious to the passage of time. Then I hear the sound of a key turning in the lock. Xiao Yi is home from school; it's already evening. "Mom,
I'm home." I watch him come in, put down his schoolbag, and walk up to me,
saying something, but I don't understand what he's saying or what I say in response. He goes to the kitchen
to cook , making two dishes, and eats with me. Seeing that I'm not feeling well, he tells me to go to bed early.
In my hazy state, I feel someone touching my body. Suddenly, I see my son leaning over me. "No, don't touch me!" I shout, pushing him away, wrapping
myself to the other side of the bed. "Xiao Yi, why did you treat me like that? Don't you know I'm your mother? We
can't do that!" "Mom, are you talking about last night? I didn't intend to do that, but after you fell asleep last night,
you kept moving around and even grabbed my penis, so I couldn't resist. Mom, did I hurt you?"
Sure enough , I seduced my son. I'm a lewd woman; I actually seduced my son! I'm a sinner! Lying on
the bed, I sobbed softly, tears streaming down my face. My son hugged me and gently pulled me into his arms. "Mom,
I know you've been unhappy since Dad left. Seeing the sadness and pain on your face every day breaks my heart
. I've always wanted to do everything I can to share your pain and make you happy, but I can't. Yesterday you
kept calling Dad's name; you must have thought of me as Dad. I know you were happy then.
If doing that could make you happy, I'd do it!" Looking into my son's eyes, looking at his face, what a wonderful son! So, his treatment of me wasn't
driven by lust. Even at such a young age, he understood love and care. So, for years, it wasn't me taking care of him
, but my son who had been taking care of me. My husband's pampering and affection had kept me from growing up; I always thought
happiness would last forever. His sudden departure left my heart without support, my life in
chaos . I hadn't matured, but my son had grown up so quickly.
Nestled on my son's still-tender shoulder, I wept silently. His large, warm hands stroked my body, their caresses bringing me comfort.
I felt a great sense of relief. When his hand climbed onto my full breasts, kneading my sensitive nipples, I pressed my son's
hand down. "Xiao Yi, we can't do that anymore. That's incest, it'll get us struck by lightning. It's all Mom's fault, all
Mom's fault." "Mom, what era are we living in? You still believe in those things?" "But if others find out, Mom will be too ashamed to face anyone, and it will affect your future." "We're at home, behind closed doors, who will know, Mom? I know what you like, and I
like it too! Let me love you in Dad's place!" My son's words moved me deeply, but I couldn't. "
Son , give Mom some time, okay? Let me think about it some more." "Okay, you're tired today, go to sleep early." My son hugged me and lay down on the bed. I wanted to escape my son's
embrace, but I couldn't open his strong arms. "Son, let me go, let me sleep by myself, promise me
you won't bully Mom, okay!" There was a hint of arrogance in my voice. "Okay," my son agreed, but he didn't let go. For the next few days, I was confused about my stance, unsure of what to do, how
to maintain my relationship with my son, and how to get along with him. My son was paying more attention to me, still holding me to sleep every night. I
objected , but I couldn't overcome his persistence. Fortunately, he didn't do anything more inappropriate. Sleeping in my son's arms, I could
feel his penis standing erect all night. Could this continue? I thought, definitely not. My son was young and vigorous, full of energy, and his
eyes seemed to be blazing with fire every day. If I relaxed even slightly, he would
swallow . Was that what I wanted? Absolutely not. After all, I was a mother; how could
I continue like that with my son! Yet, my body grew increasingly attached to his embrace; that warmth made it hard for me to leave.
Every night, when his penis occasionally touched my buttocks, the firm, burning sensation always made me tremble
slightly , like an electric current coursing through my body. I didn't know how much longer I could resist. Things always need to be resolved
. I need to find an opportunity to have a good talk with my son and resolve our issues. Reason tells me
the best outcome is to go back to the way things were: I am the mother, and Xiaoyi is the son; motherly love and filial piety are essential. The Qingming Festival is approaching, and every year I take my son to pay respects at my husband's grave. This year, I'm taking it even more seriously
. I'll use this opportunity to properly guide my son, to help him stop focusing on me and instead
concentrate on his studies. The weather was somewhat gloomy. Driving to the ** Cemetery, I placed
flowers and offerings at my husband's grave. For the first time, I knelt before his tombstone. Looking at his photo on the tombstone, grief filled
my heart, and tears unexpectedly streamed down my face. Why did you leave? How could you bear to leave me,
without saying a word when I needed you most? Now, my husband, please help me, tell me what to do.
Wiping away my tears, I turned and called my son over, asking him to kneel beside me and kowtow to my husband together. After kowtowing three times,
the son spoke first: "Mom, I know you have something to say, I know what you want to say, but can I
speak first?" "Dad, you've been gone from Mom and me for three years. In those three years, Mom hasn't had a single happy day.
I know she misses you every day. When I was little, you told me that Mom was a little woman, and we were
men, and we had to protect our home and protect Mom. I've always remembered those words. Now I'm grown up,
and I should take responsibility. I think you know about Mom and me. Yes, Mom and I had sex
. If there's anything wrong, it's all my fault. I forced myself on Mom. Please blame me! These past few days, I
've researched a lot. I know it's incest, but I don't think I did anything wrong. In the past few years, Grandma and Grandma on my mother's side have both urged Mom to find another man, and some people have introduced her to men..." "Mom
has never been moved by anything. I know that you are the only one in Mom's heart. But you left too soon.
Mom was so young, only 37 years old. Mom needed someone to help her bear the burden of life, she needed
a strong arm to care for and protect her. If another man were to have Mom, I think you would not want that,
and neither would I. Otherwise, after we pass away, whose ancestral grave will Mom be buried in? I remember you used to tell Mom,
'My little one, I will love you for a lifetime!' A lifetime, that was your promise to Mom. You left so suddenly,
let your son complete it! The sins of the father are visited upon the son. What you didn't finish, I will continue to bear. Mom is still
my mother, still your wife!" (The above words are based on my son's original words.) I stared blankly at my son, never expecting him to say such a thing. My heart was filled with shock and
emotion ! I couldn't form any words, only tears poured down like a burst dam. I hugged my husband's tombstone and
cried loudly. Before, my husband understood me. With his broad mind, he tolerated my spoiled and willful nature, providing me
with a safe haven and building our great family business. Now, I have a wonderful son who understands and cares for me so much
. I should be grateful to have two men who love me like this! A light rain is falling from the sky. Is my husband crying with me? Love can no longer
move What else is there to make me heartbroken? The sky is raining when I think of you. In the dark night when no one cares, two lines of alkaline tears stream down my cheeks. It's you, oh you, who makes me yearn until my tears run dry and my heart is breaking. How could you bear to let my tears flow to the sea? The feelings I gave can never be retrieved. How could you bear to let my love flow to the sea? The sad memories are like a tide burying me. Even with my eyes closed, I can still see our intimacy. The tears in my eyes cannot wash away the vows I made over and over in my heart. How could you bear to let my tears flow to the sea? The feelings I gave can never be retrieved. How could you bear to let my love flow to the sea? The sad memories are like a tide burying me. --- "Sea of Tears" Back home, my son and I seemed to understand the decision in our hearts. We cooked dinner together and
ate together. My son said to me, "Mom, you should eat more. You've lost so much weight these days." Feeling
his care, I felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation. "Mom, I threw away that bottle of medicine on the table the other day.
Please don't make me worry anymore, okay? As for my studies, you can rest assured. I'll work hard. Even if
I don't get into Tsinghua or Peking University, I'm sure I can get into a top university." I looked at my son in surprise. It turned out
he knew everything these past few days. No wonder he was always by my side. Were these words a declaration of his love
? "Xiao Yi, I'm sorry!" After watching TV with my son for a while, I checked the time and went back to my room to shower. I put on a pair of tight
underwear, then a sexy nightgown, and lay in bed facing the wall, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation
, as if waiting for a new beginning. Will Xiao Yi bully me tonight? Listening to the sound of my son's bathwater, the sound of him climbing into bed,
feeling him pull back the covers and pull me into his arms, my heart pounded with nervousness, and my breathing became uneven
. "Mom, I love you!" he finally said! How should I answer? "Um, I know." I
don't know how I could say such a thing. "Mom, I will love you forever!" Hearing that again...
I turned over, staring at Xiao Yi with wide eyes. "What did you say?" "Mom, I said I'll love you forever!" "Call me 'Little Thing'!" My son was stunned. "Little Thing, I'll love you forever!" His voice was the
same as it had been years ago. A feeling of happiness filled my heart, and tears welled up in my eyes. I felt my son's erection pressing against my thigh, gently rubbing against me. I reached out and gently pressed it. "
Xiao Yi, are you feeling uncomfortable?" "Mom, is it okay?" I slipped my hand inside my son's underwear and gently grasped it. It seemed to have grown even thicker and larger
, the swollen tip slightly moist and slippery. This was Xiao Yi's treasure. I gently stroked it, his penis throbbing in my hand,
growing harder and harder. His underwear was a bit of a hindrance, so I gently pulled it down. Xiao Yi lifted his leg and pulled his underwear off, throwing it on the side of the bed.
I grabbed it tightly. Xiao Yi's treasure was so long, seemingly even bigger than my husband's. Xiao Yi's hands loosened
my clothes, slipped inside my pajamas, caressed my skin, gliding over my smooth back and slender waist, climbing up to
my full breasts, kneading my tender nipples. Xiao Yi's breathing quickened, and he lifted himself up to pounce on me. I still couldn't face him, so I rolled over, lay face down on
the bed , and buried my face in the pillow. "Mommy, I want it!" "Xiao Yi, no, don't bully Mommy, okay?" (Am I refusing? It's more like seduction
! This lewd woman, I hate myself so much.) Xiao Yi ignored my refusal, took off my pajamas, leaned over me, and kissed my back, neck
, and earlobes. As my son's lips moved, my skin trembled, turning a rosy blush. My son reached out and pulled off
my underwear. I grabbed it, making a last stand, but I couldn't overcome his brute force. He was lying on
top , so heavy! His hot breath hit my face, making me dizzy. Was it really coming?
Feeling the pressure of my son's firm erection between my buttocks , I involuntarily squeezed my legs together, only to have them forcefully pushed open by him. His slippery glans
pressed against my entrance, thrusting repeatedly. The injuries from the past few days had long since healed; there, disregarding its owner's will,
it parted slightly, shyly welcoming its guest. Without wasting much time, Xiao Yi burst in. I trembled, trying to escape, but my son
pressed me down heavily. He breathed heavily and began to thrust. I knew this was my son having sex with me
; in my conscious state, his penis was sliding inside me. Was I willing to be with my son? Probably
not, but why was my body so aroused? Waves of pleasure surged from there, spreading throughout my body and
into my heart. Because of the position, his penis wasn't fully inside, but each friction
still made my breathing rapid and my trembling uncontrollably. My husband had never done this with me before. This position
gave me a different feeling; it felt like being with my son. I don't know how long I was being fucked like this by my son, but the pleasure was rapidly building up. My vaginal fluid was increasing, making slapping
sounds. My vagina began to contract, gripping his penis tightly, seeking even more intense pleasure. It felt increasingly swollen inside,
as if something was about to burst out. "Xiao Yi, stop, stop for a moment, I need to go to the bathroom." Xiao Yi ignored my
pleas, instead grabbing my hips with both hands, lifting my buttocks into a kneeling position, and thrusting faster. My son's penis suddenly thrust all the way in, hitting my cervix, hitting my heart, making it hard to
breathe. I couldn't help but scream "Ah!" With each powerful thrust from my son, my whole body began to tremble
, my long hair flying wildly as my head swung. My consciousness was somewhat confused from the stimulation, and I uttered some inexplicable syllables, "
Ah...ah...oh...oh..." The tightness in my vagina grew stronger and stronger, and no matter how hard I tried to contract, I
couldn't stop it. With a violent thrust from my son, it was like a bomb exploding inside me, and pleasure instantly rushed through my
entire
body and into my mind. My vagina could no longer hold back the passion, and streams of fluid gushed out from my vagina. I had actually made my son pee (I later learned it was squirting). My consciousness returned to my brain, and my floating body fell back onto the bed, my breathing still uneven. "Mommy, was it good
?" my son whispered in my ear. "You naughty boy, you're so hard on Mommy, you've made Mommy pee
, and you still ask?" "Is it very comfortable?" "Mmm." "Mommy, then I'll continue." I could feel my son's penis still hard inside me. "Xiao Yi,
haven't you ejaculated yet?" "Your whole body was shaking just now, so I stopped. Now let's start again." A young body is different,
full of energy. His large glans scraped against my vaginal walls, and his hard penis penetrated my body again and again
. My son didn't have much skill, but every impact brought me intense sensations. My delicate body couldn't
take it , and the pleasure kept accumulating. "Ah, son, hurry up, I can't take it anymore, Mommy is going to be killed by you!"
I shook my buttocks, cooperating with my son's movements, chasing the passion inside me. "Mommy has done this with you
, I can't face anyone anymore." With my son's ejaculation inside me, a hot, stimulating sensation made me tremble all over again
, my vagina contracted violently, and the orgasm sent me to the clouds again. My whole body was soaked in sweat, and I was weak and powerless, with only my genitals still trembling slightly. How
long since I've enjoyed making love like this? How long has it been since I had such an intense orgasm? I love this feeling; every
pore on my body is singing with joy. This wanton woman has fallen in love with her son, fallen in love with
making love with him. Xiao Yi picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom for a bath. Sitting in the large bathtub, nestled
in Xiao Yi's lap, I let the warm water wash over me, let Xiao Yi's hands caress my body. Shame made me
afraid to open my eyes. "Mom, you're so beautiful, I love you so much! Let me look at you properly." "Xiao Yi, haven't you teased your mother enough? You're not allowed to look anymore." Xiao Yi laid me down
in the bathtub, gently caressing every part of me. The caresses of my son's hands aroused me. My son lifted my
buttocks with both hands, his eyes fixed on my genitals. "Mom, it looks so beautiful here. Is this what a woman's vagina is like?" "Xiao Yi, don't look! You're going to embarrass me!" "Mom, no wonder Dad loved you so much before. It turns out, making love with you feels so good. I love it!" "No, Mom can't take it!" Xiao Yi kissed my genitals, sucking my labia into his mouth. "
Mom, your labia are so long and soft. It feels so good." Yes, my labia are a bit long,
usually protruding from the outside. During my period, they get irritated by the friction of sanitary napkins. "Xiao Yi, stop talking." "Mom, I know. Yours is called a butterfly vagina. It's a rare and special kind of vagina. Let me do
it again!" With that, Xiao Yi lifted himself up, his thick penis erect, and pressed against my entrance. I opened my eyes,
watching my son's treasure push open my labia and slowly penetrate my body. My son leaned down and kissed my lips. "
Mommy, I love you!" Looking at my devoted son, feeling the surge of passion within me, I closed my eyes and let go of everything.
Shameless, I let go of my body and soul, throwing myself into the lust with my son. Do it, do it, fuck your lewd mother to death! Loving you, I forget to wake up; I'd rather close my eyes and sleep forever in this life. You are my next life. Love is a dead end; happy people don't travel far. The cycle of spring and autumn is broken; I'd rather drift with you, never letting your eyes see the sorrows of the world again. I'll throw myself into the wind and rain, relying on you for survival. I'll kiss your heart with my pain, looking into your eyes, there are so many tears that won't stop. My heart aches for every step you take; the hardship and difficulty of love, the especially sincere dream—your eyes.

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