Wake up, my mother, my love.

Time flies, and a year has passed since that accident.
Two weeks after the surgery, the doctor said my mother's vital signs had stabilized and she no longer needed hospital treatment. As for whether she would regain consciousness, that was up to fate; further treatment was pointless.
I suggested bringing my mother to my home in G city, but my grandparents disagreed, insisting on keeping her at home. It wasn't that they didn't trust me, but they didn't want to leave their hometown. After two weeks in the hospital, they had witnessed my unwavering love and devotion to my mother. They could see that I truly loved her deeply, and having already shown them affection, they considered me their son-in-law.
Since they were unwilling, I had to compromise and move into their home myself. I also hired a medical team to come regularly to check on my mother and provide necessary care and treatment. As a result, she stayed with them for a year.
- Throughout the year, aside from my maternal grandmother taking care of things like bathing and toileting, I spent most of my time with my mother. Why my grandmother? I could do it myself, and my grandparents probably wouldn't object, but I know my own situation. My mother and I aren't really that close yet; before the accident, she even rejected me. So, if I did that, I worry that one day when she regains consciousness, she might be ashamed and angry with me, blaming me for disrespecting her.
- That noon, as usual, I pulled up a chair and sat by her bedside, talking to her. -
Talking to her, really, was just me talking to myself. Before she was discharged, the doctor suggested talking to her more to help her regain consciousness. So, for the past year, I've talked to her for several hours every day.
- I don't stick to any particular topic; I just say whatever comes to mind, from childhood memories of playing together to how much I like her. I don't think I'm completely talking to myself; I treat it as if she's fully conscious. I had a vague feeling that my mother could hear what I said, but she just couldn't answer me. So, I never let my guard down, even when I was talking to myself. I never said anything that I shouldn't have told her.
"Sister Qian, tell me, when I told you I wanted you to be my girlfriend, did it startle you? Haha, thinking about it now, I was really too abrupt. Anyone would probably feel awkward if they told someone they'd only known them for a few days that they wanted to be their girlfriend. But, I really like you, no, not just like you, I've fallen in love with you. Maybe this is fate. You might think it's absurd for a guy in his early twenties to tell someone in their early forties that I love you, that I'm just joking, or even that I have ulterior motives and just want to get you and play with you. If that's what you think, then you're wrong. Honestly, I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you. I believe you are my destined wife. In short, I really love you, there's no doubt about that. I've already decided that if you never wake up, I'll stay with you for the rest of my life. Anyway, as long as I can be by your side, I'll be content." I said softly to her while gently stroking her now long and beautiful hair. "
Xiaoyi, come down for dinner, it's ready," Grandma suddenly called from downstairs.
Hearing her call, I responded, then bent down and kissed my mother's forehead, saying, "I'll go downstairs and eat something, I'll come back up soon to keep you company." Afterwards, I went downstairs to eat with my grandparents. During dinner, Grandma looked at my increasingly haggard face and, with a touch of heartache, suggested I rest more and not always stay by my mother's side. I didn't answer, just smiled.
My grandparents had also become much more haggard over the past year, but I felt powerless to help them. I wanted to comfort them, but I didn't know what to say. After all, I couldn't even comfort myself, so how could I comfort others? I could only hope that my mother would recover soon.
After dinner, my grandparents went upstairs and silently sat with my mother for a while before leaving sadly, saying they had something to take care of.
-After my grandparents left, I sat back down in the chair on the left side of the bed, continuing to talk to my mother while massaging her palms. -So
far, I've only ever touched my mother's face and hands. Actually, if I wanted, I could easily look at and touch her entire body when no one was home, but I didn't want to do that; I didn't want to be so disrespectful. I desperately want to possess her body, to witness all its wonders and savor them, but that would only be possible after winning her heart; otherwise, it would be blasphemy. I don't want to blaspheme her at all, because I truly love her. Of course, at first, I did have a few impulses to lift the covers and see her genitals under her nightgown, but ultimately, I restrained myself.
-As I massaged my mother's palms, feeling the smoothness of her hands, my mind drifted. I imagined that one day, this beautiful hand would gently caress my face, my body, and embrace me.
-Suddenly, in my reverie, I seemed to feel my hand being gently grasped.
I was startled, then looked at my hand and found it gently held in my mother's left hand.
Before I could fully process what was happening, I heard a faint call.
"Xiao Yi." I turned my head quickly and saw that my mother had opened her eyes. My heart was instantly overwhelmed with overwhelming joy.
"Sister Qian, you're finally awake!" I blurted out, my voice trembling.
My mother opened her mouth, but seemed still very weak and couldn't say anything.
I suppressed my excitement, disregarded my image, and knelt beside her, gently covering her mouth. I said to her, "Don't speak yet, rest for a while. I'll call the doctor to come and check you up right away. Thank goodness, thank God!" I stammered.
My mother obediently remained silent, watching me silently. Her eyes were no longer cold; instead, they held an indescribable shyness and complex emotions.
- Then, I took out my phone and called the head of the medical team, asking them to come as quickly as possible. Next, I called my grandfather and told him the good news that my mother had woken up. When he heard the news, he excitedly shouted "Really!" on the other end of the phone, making my ears ring.
- After hanging up, I realized my hand was still covering my mother's mouth. I gave her an embarrassed smile and let go. -
My mother was still silently looking at me, her eyes filled with increasing tenderness.
- Looking at her, I felt like I had a thousand words to say, but when the words reached my lips, I didn't know what to say first. After staring at her blankly for a few moments, I suddenly leaned down, hugged her, buried my head in the hair behind her neck, and inhaled her fragrance, my heart pounding with inexplicable emotion.
- My mother didn't struggle, quietly letting me hold her.
-After hugging her for a while, I realized my actions might have been a bit presumptuous, so I quickly let go, sat up straight on the edge of the bed, looked at her, and awkwardly didn't know what to say.
-"Yi, help me up," my mother said weakly and softly.
Upon hearing this, I quickly stood up, reached out to support her back, and carefully helped her sit up. Then I sat diagonally behind her, letting her lean against my right chest. As I did this, my mind raced with excitement, thinking, "Yi, she actually called me Yi instead of Xiao Yi. What does this mean? Could it be that she has accepted me?" After my mother was seated, afraid she might lose her balance, I reached out and wrapped my right arm around her waist. Because it was quite hot, although there was air conditioning indoors, my grandmother was worried my mother would get too hot, and also to make it easier for her to bathe and use the restroom, so she only dressed her in a thin beige nightgown, without even a bra. -
Because of this, when I wrapped my arm around her waist, unable to see what was in front, my palm accidentally pressed against her lower abdomen. For a moment, through the thin fabric, I felt my fingers pressing against a patch of thick, soft hair. That must be my mother's mons pubis. I felt it was slightly raised, soft and elastic.
-Feeling my hand had landed where it shouldn't have, a surge of emotion welled up inside me. I quickly raised my hand and placed it against her lower abdomen, where it felt soft and warm to the touch. At the same time, since my mother was leaning against my chest, her natural fragrance filled my nostrils. -My
heart, for some reason, stirred with excitement and panic. My body began to heat up uncontrollably, and even my breathing became a little heavy.
-When my right palm touched her mons pubis and lower abdomen, my mother trembled slightly, but she didn't object.
-"Sister Qian, how are you feeling now?" I asked somewhat uneasily, still worried that she might think I had pressed her mons pubis on purpose. -
"Yi, thank you," my mother said softly, turning her head slightly towards me. -
"Sister Qian..." I stammered in response, unsure of what to say. When she was asleep, I could say whatever I wanted, but now that she was awake, I didn't know how to interact with her. Perhaps her rejection of me last time had left too deep an impression on me, making me unconsciously a little reserved, afraid of inadvertently offending her again.
"Yi, was everything you said before true?" my mother suddenly asked softly.
"Before?" I was taken aback, unsure of what she meant by "before.
" "When I wasn't awake," my mother added, a hint of shyness in her voice.
"When she wasn't awake," I thought, recalling the things I'd said to her, the words expressing my affection. "She asked me this, could it be that she heard everything? Could it be that she wasn't completely unconscious?" I wondered excitedly.
"It's true, every single word is true," I replied, managing to suppress my excitement and try to remain calm.
Hearing my confident answer, my mother's body trembled slightly. After a moment of silence, she relaxed, rested her head against my cheek, sighed softly, and slowly said, "Actually, I regained some consciousness while I was in the hospital, but I just couldn't control my body. It was like my soul was imprisoned inside my body. I could hear and feel everything that was happening outside." She paused, then continued, "Thank you for being there for me, and thank you for loving me so much. I know you're sincere, and I believe you're someone I can entrust my life to, but..." She stopped abruptly, afraid she might say something I didn't want to hear. I turned around, hugged her tightly from the front, and mustered my courage to kiss her red lips.
Having heard this, and considering her tone and reaction, I was basically certain that she was moved by my sincerity, but she seemed to still have some reservations. However, I decided not to let those reservations become a barrier between us. Now that I understood her feelings, I decided I couldn't let happiness slip through my fingers again. "If you don't pursue something now, when will you?
"—After I suddenly kissed her, my mother struggled slightly in my arms, then quieted down, though her breathing became rapid.
I breathed heavily, passionately kissing her fragrant lips, while simultaneously extending my tongue, trying to breach her delicate teeth.
My mother seemed a little overwhelmed by my forceful kiss; she gently swayed her head, tilting it back, trying to escape my pursuit, but I wasn't about to let her go.
Throughout the kiss, my eyes remained open, watching my mother's facial expressions. She seemed afraid to look at me; her eyes were closed, her face flushed with embarrassment.
After half a minute of this pursuit, with nowhere left to hide, my mother finally loosened her teeth slightly, and I seized the opportunity to slip my tongue inside. Instantly, my tongue touched hers, which seemed to be trying to escape. I took the opportunity to probe even deeper, our tongues intertwining. -The
moment our tongues intertwined, I felt my mother tremble in my arms, her body stiffening for a moment before relaxing again. I also felt a surge of excitement, as if an electric current had rushed through my body.
-Just at this beautiful moment, a loud shout shattered the atmosphere. -
"Old man, hurry up, don't block my way, quick!" My grandmother's anxious and excited voice came from the stairs.
-I didn't expect my grandparents to be back so quickly; they probably hadn't gone far from home.
-Hearing my grandmother's voice, I quickly and reluctantly let go of my mother, sitting behind her and supporting her. My mother blushed and lowered her head, seemingly afraid that her grandparents would see her embarrassment later.
-And in that short moment, my grandparents had already rushed, half-running, into my mother's bedroom.
Grandma rushed to my mother's side, looked at her excitedly, then opened her arms and hugged her tightly, burying her face in her shoulder and bursting into tears. Between sobs, she choked out things like, "Daughter, Mom was so worried." Hearing Grandma cry, my mother reached out and hugged her back, calling out "Mom," before also sobbing.
Seeing the two of them like this, I stood up and made way for them. Grandpa, looking excited and happy, stood by, his eyes red, gently patting their backs to comfort them.
After a long while, Grandma finally stopped crying, and just then, the medical team arrived. They gave my mother a thorough examination and confirmed that she was out of danger. Seeing that she was still very weak, they gave her two bottles of intravenous nutrition. During the IV drip, Grandma held Mom's hand the whole time, rambling on and on about all her worries and fears from the past year. She kept asking Mom about the situation and whether she was feeling any discomfort, leaving Grandpa and me no chance to even get a word in edgewise.
I didn't mind being temporarily ignored; after all, Grandma's deep love for her daughter was completely understandable. And I didn't feel neglected either, especially after receiving a tender and apologetic look from Mom.
While listening to their conversation, I heard Mom tell Grandma that she had accidentally hit the car in front of her because she was distracted while driving. Hearing this, a thought struck me. It suddenly dawned on me that Mom had indirectly been caused by me; my bold confession back then had probably disturbed her peace of mind.
"So, Mom wasn't truly indifferent to me back then," I thought to myself with a touch of emotion. After all
that
commotion, the house finally returned to peace.
After her IV drip finished, my mother, still quite weak, fell into a deep sleep. Seeing her asleep, I was actually quite nervous, afraid she wouldn't wake up again like before. So, I insisted on staying in her bedroom, waiting for her to wake up. My grandparents, seeing my insistence, let me be.
Fortunately, my worries were unnecessary. Three hours later, my mother slowly woke up. As soon as she woke up, I quickly dropped the newspaper I'd been reading for three hours without understanding its contents, rushed to her bedside, sat in the chair by the bedside, and looked at my mother, still sleepy and with a delicate expression.
"Qian, you're finally awake," I said softly.
Hearing me, my mother gently turned her head to look at me and smiled. Seeing this smile, so different from her professional, formal smile at work, I suddenly felt the world brighten up.
"Were you afraid I wouldn't wake up again?" my mother asked softly. -Her
guessing of my thoughts made me chuckle sheepishly. Instead of answering her directly, I gently took her hand and said, "If you really become Sleeping Beauty again, then I'll protect you for the rest of my life." Hearing this, a blush immediately rose on my mother's face.
-After looking at me quietly for a few seconds, my mother's smile vanished, and she asked seriously, "Yi, do you really not care that I'm so much older than you? I could probably be your mother by now. And even if you don't mind my age, what about your parents and family? Will they accept me? Also, I have to be honest with you, I used to be with another man and had a son, but we separated, and I don't know where my son is now. Don't you mind that?" After asking, she stared at me intently, her expression seemingly a little tense. I met her gaze and said sincerely with a smile, "
I really don't mind how much older you are than me. If I really did, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you. As for my family, you don't need to worry about them either. I live alone; my parents have passed away, and I don't have any siblings. Since my father was an orphan, I don't have any uncles or other relatives. Besides, even if I did, I wouldn't care what they think. I'm the one who loves you, not them. As for your past, I don't care. What I care about is our future." After saying that, I added in my mind, "Of course you can be my mother. You are my biological mother." Seeing me say this, my mother's slightly tense expression finally relaxed.
After I finished speaking, I leaned over to kiss her lips. This time, she didn't stop me, closed her eyes slightly, and let me kiss her. After the kiss
, I sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at her, and said half-seriously, half-jokingly, "Sister Qian, you're old enough to be my mother. If I were really your son, I'd be so lucky. How many people in the world have such a beautiful and wonderful mother like you?" My mother, hearing this, blushed and said, "Nonsense! Since you like being my son so much, why are you still chasing after me? I might as well just let you be my godson." She couldn't help but chuckle softly, seemingly imagining my embarrassment at her words .
Unfortunately, I wasn't embarrassed; instead, my heart pounded wildly.
"Alright, then I'll acknowledge you as my mother for now, hehe, Mom," I said, pretending to joke along with her.
"Yes, good son," my mother responded with a smile, looking at me happily, seemingly amused by my "joke."
Hearing her respond to my address, I felt both excited and moved. I never imagined that the first time I'd ever called myself "Mom" would be under such circumstances.
"My dear mother, please marry me, okay?" I continued, pretending to joke.
My mother chuckled and replied, "I went through so much to give birth to you, and now I have to be your wife? Wouldn't I be losing out?" She seemed to be happily caught up in the joke, echoing my words. I never expected her to have such a humorous and cheerful side beneath her usually dignified and serious exterior.
She said it unintentionally, but I, the listener, felt my blood boil. This kind of conversation was so exciting; I decided to take the opportunity to push the excitement to the limit.
Thinking this with such excitement, I continued, "How could it be losing out? You gave birth to a son, and he gave you a husband in return. Isn't that even?" "Even if it's even, then I'll have to give this son another son in the future. Isn't that losing out?" my mother retorted without thinking. -
However, after saying that, she seemed to realize that I had led her to discuss such a taboo and outrageous topic as incest, even bringing up incestuous offspring. Feeling embarrassed, she immediately turned her head away, gave a soft "humph," and pretended to ignore me. -
I chuckled and could only regretfully stop the conversation. -
Grandma happened to come up from downstairs at that moment. She smiled at us and said, "I think I heard you talking about having a son. What, you haven't even had your wedding banquet yet, and you're already discussing having a son? Isn't that a bit too hasty?" I continued to chuckle, speechless. My mother, caught off guard by my grandmother's words, was momentarily speechless. Turning to her grandmother with a blushing face, she said, "Mom, what are you saying? Who's in a hurry to discuss having a son? We're not even close to having a son yet." My grandmother walked over, not arguing, pulled up a chair and sat down. She looked at my mother and me, then said seriously, "I don't care if you've discussed it or not. Seriously, when are you two planning to get married and have a banquet? I really want to hold my grandson soon." "Soon, very soon," I quickly replied. After saying that, I smiled at my mother and saw her give me a slightly embarrassed glare, but ultimately she didn't refute me.
Hearing my answer, my grandmother smiled and nodded, then began to nag about my mother's past, saying she'd been urging her to find a partner for twenty years, but she'd always dragged her feet. She wondered if her standards were too high, as she seemed to find no one suitable, causing her and her husband endless worry. Now, finally, someone had come along who could tame her, and so on. Grandma
's nagging made Mom's face flush red and then pale. She tried several times to interrupt Grandma, but Grandma ignored her and continued talking. Finally, Grandma finished looking at Mom and talking to her, then went downstairs satisfied. When it was just the two of us, I looked at Mom with a smile, while Mom pretended to glare at me.
Over the next four or five days, with careful care, Mom quickly recovered and was no longer so weak. Through these days of spending time together, my relationship with Mom deepened considerably. I noticed that Mom was increasingly showing a girlish side in front of me; perhaps this was the magic of love. However, there were also many times when she really felt like a mother to me. This seemingly contradictory feeling, I liked very much, even enjoyed.
That morning, after everyone had breakfast together, I saw that the weather was very nice and suggested taking Mom out for a walk. Mom readily agreed.
Then, Mom said she needed to change her clothes and went back upstairs first. My grandparents went out for a walk. After a while, she came downstairs again. I glanced at her and my eyes lit up. She had her hair styled in a very mature and elegant way, and she wore a sleeveless white cheongsam with blue floral patterns, the hem of which just covered her thighs a dozen centimeters above her knees. On her feet were a pair of crystal high-heeled sandals. This outfit perfectly accentuated her snow-white neck, her well-proportioned and shapely figure, and her long, slender, fair legs, giving her a classical and elegant beauty.
- When my mother saw me staring intently at her, she gave me a confident yet subtle smile and walked towards me gracefully. As she moved, the slit in her cheongsam revealed glimpses of her fair, fleshy thighs, previously hidden by the skirt, making my eyes widen even more. I thought to myself, a little excited, "In the near future, Mom's alluring body will be completely mine." "Silly boy, what are you looking at? Haven't you had enough? Get out of here!" my mother said coquettishly as she reached me.
- Over the past few days, since we both understood each other's feelings and opened our hearts, I occasionally revealed my true colors, displaying a bit of a lecherous side in front of her. She was already used to it and didn't think there was anything wrong with it, so I wasn't afraid of her seeing me looking at her with a slightly lecherous gaze. Of course, if someone else looked at her like that, she would probably get angry on the spot and immediately label them a pervert.
Hearing my mother, who is also my future wife, speak, I quickly straightened up and accompanied her out the door to the SUV parked by the roadside.
Suddenly, my mother stopped, covered her mouth with her hand, and burst out laughing. I was startled, then followed her gaze and saw something that made me laugh too. It turned out my car hadn't been driven in ages, just parked there, and now, because of a patch of mud on the front tires, several clumps of weeds had sprouted up.
After finally managing to suppress my laughter, my mother asked, "Why is your car covered in weeds? How long has it been since you drove it?" I thought for a moment and said, "Well, about a year. Anyway, since you came home from the hospital, I've been with you the whole time, and we haven't gone out at all, so I haven't driven." As I said this, I started to worry a little about whether the car could even start.
Hearing my answer, my mother suddenly looked at me tenderly, then leaned in and gently kissed me on the cheek.
- My heart fluttered instantly. I thought to myself, "So this is one of the benefits of having grass growing in the car! I should have planted some grass there on purpose." -
Then, I opened the car door and checked the car's condition. The interior and engine were still in excellent condition; it truly lived up to its price tag for a luxury car—the quality was top-notch.
- After checking the car, I drove my mother to a forest park outside the city. -
In the park, I whispered sweet nothings to my mother and took pictures of her. She was like a bird released from its cage, leaving countless laughs and joyful sounds along the forest paths. Of course, I also took the opportunity to hug and kiss my mother three times, each time intoxicating. The wonderful feeling was truly indescribable.
- At noon, having had a great time, we returned to the city, found a Western restaurant, and booked a small private room for lunch.
-When we first sat down, we were on opposite sides of the table. After the waiter brought our food, I got up, went to the door, locked the door from the inside, and sat down next to my mother. -
"Why didn't you sit in the nice spot over there? Why did you squeeze in here? Are you up to something again?" My mother seemed to suspect my ulterior motives and chuckled as she spoke.
-I didn't answer her immediately. Instead, I focused on quickly cutting a piece of steak and then put my left arm around her waist from behind.
-"Because I want to feed you. I'm afraid my future wife will go hungry," I said, picking up a small piece of steak with my fork, adding some sauce, and bringing it to her lips.
-My mother struggled symbolically for a moment, seemingly displeased that I was feeding her like a child, but then
she obediently opened her mouth and ate the steak I offered, leaning her upper body slightly towards me. -And so, my mother and I, taking turns eating, quickly finished our steaks. After finishing my steak, I put down my fork and casually placed my hand on her thigh.
My mother initially instinctively pressed down on my right hand, which was resting on her thigh, but then released it, simply closing her eyes slightly and resting her head gently on mine.
Seeing her acquiescence, I felt a surge of excitement. My hand, which had been on her thigh, began to caress her smooth, supple leg, gradually moving towards her skirt.
Sensing my movement, my mother squeezed her legs together, her body trembling slightly, but she didn't stop me.
Seeing her continued acquiescence, I boldly slipped my right hand inside her skirt, tracing her thigh until my trembling fingers touched the soft area between her legs, encased in thin underwear. -
When my fingers touched that alluring spot deep beneath her skirt, my heart roared with excitement, "Oh my god, I've finally put my hand under my own mother's skirt and touched her genitals!" As my fingers touched her vulva, covered by her panties, I felt her body stiffen slightly, but she didn't stop me. - Of
course, I wasn't satisfied with just that. At that moment, I felt my blood rushing, and a wave of excitement washed over me. -
I quickly glanced at the locked door and the lowered blinds, then pushed the table in front of me to the opposite side with my foot, making room. Then, I pushed my mother down onto the wide leather seat. -
When I pinned my mother down, she let out a soft cry, her hands instinctively reaching to her chest as she gently pushed me away. But then she gave up resisting, her face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes closed, letting my upper body press against hers. Her breathing, however, became noticeably rapid, her full breasts, tightly encased in her clothes, heaving. -
After pinning my mother down, I wrapped my left arm around her neck, while my right hand, still inside her skirt, hooked my fingers onto her panties and pulled them down her thighs. Because my mother was lying diagonally on the leather seat, only her upper body could fully rest on it; half of her buttocks and legs were still outside the seat, supported by her feet. Therefore, I easily pulled her panties down to the back of her knees, which were bent at a ninety-degree angle. -
The moment I pulled down my mother's panties, I felt my blood boil even more. I couldn't wait to reach my slightly trembling right hand back under her skirt and touch the pubic area at the end of her beautiful legs.
Because my mother's legs were still tightly closed, my touch only reached her soft, full, inverted triangular mons pubis, my fingers clearly feeling a patch of soft pubic hair.
After rubbing her mons pubis a few times, I joined my fingers together and probed downwards along it. Instantly, my fingers touched a slightly moist, smooth slit. Continuing to push along the slit, I felt it getting deeper and wetter until finally, my middle finger was completely inside, my fingertip probing a warm, moist opening.
"Ah, this is my mother's vulva, her labia, this little opening, that's her vaginal opening. I was born from here!" At that moment, I screamed with incredible excitement, feeling my penis become incredibly hard.
The instant my right hand touched her labia and vaginal opening, I clearly felt my mother's body tremble. Her legs clamped even tighter, and her hips twitched slightly with unease. Her lips parted slightly, and a soft, trembling moan escaped her lips.
Just as I was about to insert my finger into her vagina, wanting to savor it, my mother suddenly opened her eyes, breathing heavily, and shyly whispered to me, "Yi, no." Hearing this, I impulsively stopped myself, driven by intense emotion and immense willpower. I really wanted to taste her body, especially her genitals, but only if she didn't object or show any aversion.
"What's wrong?" I suppressed my excitement and asked softly, trying to keep my voice calm.
"Not here, please? I'm scared," my mother said softly.
I kissed her, nodded in agreement, and reluctantly pulled my right hand out from under her skirt. I helped her up and wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Yi, I hope... I hope I can give myself to you on our wedding night, okay?" my mother said shyly, looking at me. It seemed she was worried I would take advantage of her.
I pulled her close, my face pressed against hers, and said with a smile, "Okay, but I need to collect some interest first." "You're so annoying, you pervert!" my mother said coquettishly, relieved.
Then, my mother stood up, her face flushed, and with her back to me, pulled her white panties back down to her lower body. As she pulled up her underwear, the hem of her cheongsam was also pulled up to her waist. Instantly, her round, snow-white buttocks and the glimpse of her tender, pink labia were all revealed to me. Of course, her pair of fair, beautiful legs were also fully displayed before my eyes.
Seeing this, I almost had a nosebleed from the stimulation. I barely managed to control my excitement and impulse, preventing myself from acting on the thought of rushing over to hug her and immediately thrusting my hard, erect penis into her vagina from behind.
After my mother put her underwear back on and straightened her cheongsam, she turned around. When she saw my obviously lustful expression, her face flushed even more. She smiled faintly at me, then gracefully walked back to my side and sat down.
Afterward, I pulled the table back to its original position and continued eating with my mother. However, as I ate, my mind kept replaying the ecstatic sensation of my hand slipping under my mother's skirt, and my penis remained erect for a long time.
Seeing my somewhat dazed state, my mother found it both amusing and heartbreaking. After a moment's hesitation, she boldly used a fork to feed me her steak, seemingly as a small compensation. She acted much like a mother coaxing a child to eat. However, I, being a restless child, found myself wandering off to her thighs, gently caressing them. This time, my mother didn't interrupt my caresses, but whenever my hand ventured deeper under her skirt to tease her genitals, she gently pressed my hand down.
Finally, under my pleading gaze, my mother surrendered. After finishing the last piece of steak, she blushed, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, "What's the rush? I'll always be yours. I'm just afraid you won't want me anymore." Hearing her words, my heart instantly blossomed. The whole world seemed to brighten, and every breath I took felt full of passion and vitality. Then, in my excitement, I returned her a long, passionate kiss.
A dozen minutes later, my mother and I walked out of the restaurant hand in hand. A faint blush lingered on her face, while I looked radiant with pride.
Afterward, my mother and I went straight home. After dropping her off at her doorstep, I mysteriously changed buses and went for a drive. When I returned home, a dazzling diamond wedding ring was in my pocket.

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