Mother's energy

Many people believe that incest between mother and son occurs because the son rapes the mother. I think this view is inappropriate. In a man's eyes, the mother is the most sacred and inviolable. Even a man with a mother complex would never resort to violence to possess his mother. In fact, in many cases, incest between mother and son is consensual. This mainly happens when the mother is in a state of extreme emotional and sexual emptiness. If the son expresses his love to the mother at this time, an irrational mother may agree to the son's excessive demands. My sexual relationship with my mother was established in this way. I started having sexual contact with my mother when I graduated at the age of 23. My mother was 46 years old that year. My parents: My family is from S City in North China. My mother, Lin Jun (pseudonym), was the youngest daughter of a well-known wealthy textile businessman in Tianjin. She graduated from the Department of Architecture of Tianjin University in the 1960s and was the deputy chief engineer of a design institute and a member of the Municipal People's Political Consultative Conference. My father, Yu Huazhen (pseudonym), was my mother's high school classmate and was a chemistry teacher at a high school in S City. From a young age, I felt my parents were mismatched. My mother was tall and beautiful, while my father was short and ordinary; my mother was lively and enthusiastic, while my father was taciturn and reserved; my mother was multi-talented, proficient in traditional Chinese painting and photography; my father cared about nothing except chemical elements like oxygen and nitrogen. I really don't know how my father managed to win my mother's heart. I also have a younger sister, two years younger than me, who inherited all of my mother's good qualities and was recommended to become a flight attendant for an airline. To outsiders, my family seemed very happy, but I knew from a young age that my parents' relationship was strained and they often argued. I never understood why they would quarrel over such trivial matters until I learned the truth from my well-informed sister during my sophomore year summer vacation. I had known for a long time that my father was frail and sickly, and had been taking traditional Chinese medicine for many years; I later learned it was to tonify his kidneys. It turned out that during the Cultural Revolution, my father was sent to the countryside to "learn from Dazhai." One spring, he was working on water conservancy projects in the still-chilling river. My father, who already suffered from severe kidney deficiency, fell ill. After recovering, he was no longer able to fulfill his duties as a husband. Fortunately, my brother and I were already born by then. My sister, who had been traveling on international flights for over a year, had become very avant-garde. She seemed to know everything and dared to say anything that would make her blush. She mysteriously told me: "You can imagine that in terms of marital relations, my mother, who used to be a star basketball player at school, was energetic and healthy. She might be in a state of sexual frustration. That's the root of my parents' arguments. Marital disharmony is the easiest way to cause conflict, but their generation was very conservative and wouldn't talk about such secrets. If they were unhappy, they would find something else to argue about." "Little girl, how can you say anything without shame!" my sister retorted. "They call this sex science abroad. You wasted your university education; you're so out of touch!" Although I didn't say it aloud, I secretly agreed with my sister. The truth was indeed as my sister predicted; my mother later admitted it to me as well. My mother's idols during her student days were many Soviet heroes and heroines. She tried hard to cultivate herself into someone as cheerful, strong, intelligent, and capable as Zoya the Partisan and Lyuba the Guardswoman. But her idol, "Paul," was labeled a rightist, so she had no choice but to marry my father, who had relentlessly pursued her. My mother was proud and ambitious, filled with expectations of her husband, both psychologically and physically. Unfortunately, my father was physically weak and lacked energy, and he also had some shortcomings in that area. My mother sometimes felt disappointed and wasn't entirely satisfied with their married life, but in those days, one couldn't have such expectations; otherwise, it would be considered bourgeois corruption. After my father fell ill from the cold, he was completely unable to be affectionate with my mother. When she couldn't sleep due to lack of affection, she started taking my father's sleeping pills. Later, she poured all her energy into her work and raising her children to suppress her physical pain. However, she couldn't show it in front of my father and had to try her best to comfort him, afraid of burdening him. My mother later told me about her romantic affairs. In 1975, Deng Xiaoping was in charge of the State Council's work to restore production. My mother's work unit sent her to accompany the Party Secretary of the Provincial Metallurgical Bureau to conduct feasibility studies for factory construction. They traveled to various places for nearly half a year. The Party Secretary was a demobilized soldier in his forties, decisive and efficient, with the demeanor of a general—exactly the type my mother admired. The Party Secretary also greatly admired this young female technician in her thirties. The two worked well together and got along very well outside of work. The Party Secretary's wife was from the countryside, and the two had nothing in common. Naturally, the Party Secretary was willing to get close to my mother. The youthful vitality that a young woman cannot unleash made my mother forget her status. She was moved by the Party Secretary's military bearing and masculine charm, and within half a year, she was emotionally captivated by him. After returning from out of town, the Party Secretary invited my mother to a rendezvous in the single dormitory that the Metallurgical Bureau had specially assigned to him. My mother lied to my father, saying she was going to a meeting, and dressed up to go to the rendezvous. After exchanging pleasantries, the secretary, displaying his decisive and efficient style, threw his mother onto the bed without a word. He straddled her and ripped open her short-sleeved collared blouse with his large hands, tearing off all the buttons. Her breasts popped out, and he became excited, squeezing them hard. His mother cried out in pain, but felt a sense of happiness: she hadn't even felt pain in years. The secretary then frantically unbuckled his mother's belt, revealing all her female characteristics. He then launched his assault like attacking an enemy position. His mother, like a young girl, submitted to his ministrations. His 180-pound weight made it hard for her to breathe, and his rough actions made her uncomfortable and even painful, but she felt that he was, after all, a good man. My mother became the mistress of the First Secretary of the Metallurgical Bureau. They met secretly once or twice a month. This intermittent relationship continued until 1982 when the Secretary was transferred to work in the central government. During this time, my mother was slapped by the Secretary's wife. She initially felt guilty, but after seeing the wife's vulgar and arrogant behavior, she felt there was no need to sympathize with such a person. During this period, my mother also unknowingly transitioned from youth to middle age.My Mother's May-December Romance: In 1984, my mother, already past forty, was promoted to deputy chief engineer. Her company assigned Qin, a 26-year-old college graduate who had recently started working, to assist her. He was a handsome, slender young man from Harbin. Qin greatly admired my mother and diligently assisted her, greatly easing the burden on her busy schedule. At that time, ballroom dancing was flourishing in newly opened China. My mother, who had been a key figure in the arts in her youth and was an excellent waltzist, hadn't danced for many years. On New Year's Day, my mother received dance tickets from her workplace. She took two tickets and wanted my father to go with her. My father, however, was completely insensitive to women. He simply refused to go himself and even mocked my mother, calling her "old but still pretty." My mother was heartbroken. She decided to give the tickets to Xiao Qin so he could bring a female companion. But Xiao Qin said, "Where would I get a dance partner? Mr. Lin, could you temporarily be my dance partner?" To spite her husband, my mother took Xiao Qin to the Cultural Palace. Xiao Qin was a skilled dancer in college, and my mother and he danced together seamlessly, losing track of time. My mother didn't get home until 1 a.m., and my father was still awake. He was furious about my mother's late return, and the couple had a big argument. After the dance, Xiao Qin and my mother became closer. One day, Xiao Qin didn't come to work. After get off work, my mother went to his dormitory. He was lying weakly in bed with a high fever. My mother took care of him like she would of me, getting him medicine and bringing him food, not leaving until late at night. The next day, my mother visited him again and made him some delicious noodles. Xiao Qin was deeply moved. He had grown up without a mother and had never been in a relationship; no woman had ever treated him so attentively. Tears welled in his eyes, and his mother wiped them away with a towel. Once again, Xiao Qin felt the unusual breath and gentle movements of a woman up close, just like the feeling on the dance floor. He lost control, suddenly embracing his mother and pressing his warm lips to hers. His mother was utterly surprised. She hadn't harbored any improper thoughts towards Xiao Qin at that moment; their ages made a romantic relationship impossible. She pulled away from Xiao Qin's embrace, straightened her clothes, and hurriedly left. His mother was even more afraid of gossip at her workplace. This was the 1980s; extramarital affairs were a serious crime, especially between two generations. Xiao Qin had become obsessed; he had developed unusual feelings for his mother. His mother began to avoid Xiao Qin, but there was no way to hide forever. Soon, they went on a business trip to Hangzhou together. His mother didn't want to take Xiao Qin with her, but she couldn't find a suitable reason to refuse her assistant. After exchanging photography tips at West Lake, the two went to a seafood restaurant for dinner. Xiao Qin, being from Northeast China, could drink a lot, while his mother, though not a heavy drinker, had also drunk quite a bit that day. Xiao Qin helped his swaying mother back to her hotel room. Just as he was about to leave, his mother vomited all over the floor. He quickly helped her to the bathroom to finish vomiting, then made her tea to sober her up. He then wiped her face and feet as she lay on the bed. His mother fell into a deep sleep, and Xiao Qin stayed on the sofa, ready to take care of her at any time. It was late at night when his mother was fully sober. The floor lamp was dim, and she didn't see Xiao Qin lying on the sofa, assuming he had gone to his room. She took off her clothes, and Xiao Qin, who had been dozing off while removing his bra, woke up. He asked, "Mr. Lin, are you alright?" This startled his mother, causing her bra to fall to the floor beside the bed. She instinctively bent down to pick it up, and Xiao Qin happened to come over to help. Their skin touched, and both of them were startled. His mother's bare breasts were right in front of Xiao Qin. He could no longer control himself and suddenly hugged his mother's waist, kissing her breasts passionately. Alcohol could indeed make people lose their minds. His mother felt unbearably hot and gave up resisting, lying back. Xiao Qin clumsily took off her white panties and was at a loss. He had never been with a woman before and did not dare to make any random attempts on his dignified female superior. His mother smiled and decided to accept him. She gestured for Xiao Qin to undress and lie down beside her, taking his hand and placing it on her breast. Xiao Qin understood and gently massaged her breast. His mother then guided his hand from top to bottom, and when he reached her genitals, his hand trembled, and his penis became erect. His mother noticed and knew the time was right. She placed a pillow under his buttocks and then generously spread her legs to receive him. However, Xiao Qin still didn't get it. His mother, disregarding feminine modesty, used her right hand to support his penis and her left hand to open his vagina. They became one. Then, his mother guided Xiao Qin's hips and waist, and in his haste, he quickly ejaculated. His mother gently scolded him, and Xiao Qin blushed. After a while, his mother guided him again, and the two of them, like climbing a mountain together, finally reached the summit. Both of them were sweating profusely. The mother gently pushed Xiao Qin off her, and Xiao Qin took a pillowcase to wipe the sweat and body of the woman who had led him to this blissful state. He didn't want his own excrement to taint his goddess. The mother was deeply moved. Neither her husband nor her lover, the secretary, had ever treated her like this. She was always the one serving the men, and they only knew how to go to sleep afterward. The emotional bond between the two generations remained for two years and four months after the father's departure. Although the mother was somewhat reluctant to let him go, her conscience prevented her from hindering the young man's future, so she recommended Xiao Qin to go abroad. My mother's affair with Xiao Qin has already sparked gossip. Some of my mother's former colleagues have started giving her sidelong glances. Men and women who love to pry into other people's privacy are pointing fingers at General Manager Lin behind her back, secretly discussing the middle-aged female leader's promiscuity: "Have you heard? General Manager Lin slept with a deputy minister. That old man used to work in S City." "At her age, still messing around! I used to respect her a lot." "Women with a bit of looks are never settled. She also has an improper relationship with Xiao Qin from our department." "How outrageous! Xiao Qin is still a young man, and she's even seducing children." "Xiao Qin has no choice; she's the leader. If Xiao Qin doesn't agree, she'll be in trouble."My mother's career was thus affected. Several national architectural awards had made her an ideal candidate for dean, but the higher-level Party committee didn't approve. She wasn't disappointed and continued her work; after all, she was still a deputy chief engineer with deputy-department-level benefits. 1987 was a disastrous year for my mother, with misfortunes coming one after another. Shortly after Xiao Qin left, my father filed for divorce, a significant blow to her. It wasn't that she was completely without feelings for my father. During the Cultural Revolution, she had been persecuted because of her family background, and my father had protected and comforted her every day; they were a couple who had weathered hardships together. My father had suspected my mother's affair many years ago, but he couldn't speak out. The root of the problem lay with him; he always loved my mother and us children, so he chose silence, swallowing his anger and wearing the heavy green hat. In the spring of 1987, after receiving an offer from a private school in Shenzhen, he decided to separate from my mother. Her pleas and cries were ineffective, and he didn't confront her, but silently and resolutely boarded the train south. My father had just turned 47 when the divorce happened, and my mother was a 45-year-old middle-aged woman. In the 1990s, my sister and I visited him in Shenzhen. He was happy that we had grown up and still cared about our mother, but he never returned to Shenzhen to visit. In 1987, I was still studying in Beijing, and my sister, constantly traveling, rarely came home. After the divorce, my mother became even more lonely. She no longer had anyone to argue with, and her neurasthenia worsened, often causing her to have sleepless nights. When she couldn't sleep, she would get up and go to her studio to draw architectural sketches until dawn, or pick up "Dream of the Red Chamber" or "Anna Karenina" to revisit the love stories and fill the emotional void. Xiao Qin wrote to my mother from the United States; he still cherished the romantic time he spent with her. When resting at home, my mother often recalled their courtship. Scenes from Baiyangdian Lake, the mountains of Huairou, and the Beidaihe bathing beach appeared in her mind. In July 1986, the two went to Beidaihe for a meeting. After the meeting, they went swimming at the beach. Fearing their colleagues would discover their relationship at the meeting, they set off at noon and walked a long way to a deserted beach. It was a no-swimming zone, and there were no wooden huts for changing clothes, so they turned their backs and changed into their swimsuits. The mother had loved the sea and swimming since childhood, but hadn't swum for many years. Like a child, she shouted and ran into the water. Xiao Qin was infected by his mother's enthusiasm and also ran into the middle of the waves. The mother was a much better swimmer than Xiao Qin. Xiao Qin and his fellow Northeasterners were good at ice skating, but their swimming was mediocre. The mother put aside her airs of elder and leader, completely changed her demeanor, and started playing pranks that young people liked. She used her skillful swimming techniques to tease Xiao Qin, sometimes diving under him and poking him before quickly leaving, sometimes popping up unexpectedly and splashing waves at him with her hands. Xiao Qin was completely disoriented. The joy in the water made them lose themselves in the moment. Xiao Qin, abandoning his usual respect for his mother, chased after her in the water, teasing her like a little girl. They became intimate in the water when suddenly someone passed by on the shore, and his mother pushed Xiao Qin away. They went ashore and lay on the fine sand to sunbathe. Their swimsuits dried quickly. After resting, Xiao Qin sat up and looked at his mother lying on her back. Her blue swimsuit clung tightly to her full, shapely body, showcasing her S-curve of femininity, from her prominent breasts to her flat stomach and slightly protruding nipples. Xiao Qin stared intently. His mother blushed, blushing, and scolded, "What are you looking at, you lecherous thing!" Xiao Qin flirted, "Mr. Lin, you're mine now." His mother felt a tingling sensation in her heart at those words. Xiao Qin's interest was piqued again. He gently slid his hand across his mother's lower abdomen, stopping at her thighs. He repeatedly kneaded the mounds that held the secrets of reproduction. His mother indulged his lewdness, enjoying the tingling, electric sensation beneath her. Soon, both of them were aroused. Xiao Qin removed his mother's swimsuit, instantly revealing her sexy, sun-tanned body. Xiao Qin was no longer the naive boy who had never seen a woman before. He pulled his mother onto their clothes, knelt down, and kissed her cheeks. His strong male pectoral muscles pressed against her breasts, and she felt the pressure and stimulation of his strength amidst the pain. Suddenly, a foreign object was thrust into her lower body. His mother cried out, then felt the object thrashing wildly inside her like a trapped beast. With each impact, she felt a tremor run through her body. The frequency of the impacts increased, and she felt as if her soul was about to leave her body, as if she were floating on clouds. As the floodgates opened, the pleasure reached its peak, then she slowly fell to the ground. Back at work, my mother resumed her haughty leadership demeanor. Xiao Qin, as the chief engineer's secretary, followed behind carrying her briefcase, ready to obey orders and bustling about, serving and assisting my mother in her work and life. Rumors of an ambiguous relationship between Xiao Qin and my mother spread like wildfire. After Xiao Qin left, people also spread rumors that my mother had an improper relationship with the chauffeur, which was pure nonsense. To avoid suspicion, my mother returned the chauffeur service and took the bus to work every day.After my mother and Zhu Helai divorced, many people tried to introduce her to new partners. My mother's age is the most awkward; single men her age are highly sought after, targeting single women in their thirties, some even unmarried. A middle-aged woman like my mother, around 45, can only look for men over 55. But my mother wouldn't be interested in such old men. Some middle-aged men, due to marital discord or their wives' frigidity, took a liking to my mother. Although no longer young, she possessed a strong aristocratic air, the refined manners characteristic of an educated woman, and her figure and health remained as good as ever. A government official flirted with her, but she didn't want to be a mistress, nor did she want to be used as a tool for sexual gratification; she sensed that's exactly what he was thinking. She wanted to find a home, but unfortunately, she couldn't find one anywhere. In 1987, during the National Day holiday, my mother met a military commander at the CPPCC meeting. He was the commander of an armored division stationed in Hebei Province under the Beijing Military Region. Widowed for many years, 49 years old, 1.87 meters tall, broad-shouldered and imposing. His thick eyebrows and bushy beard were remarkably similar to Zhu Helai, the old sailor from the novel *How the Steel Was Tempered*, Paul's revolutionary mentor, leaving a deep impression on my mother. Zhu Helai had studied at a higher military academy and possessed not only the rugged courage of a man but also the broad knowledge of a scholar. He immediately captivated my mother. However, my mother was more interested in other things. She heard he was very good to women; after his wife was diagnosed with cancer, he stayed by her bedside for a whole year. Zhu Helai began pursuing my mother. He knew how to please women. Although my mother was very shrewd, a woman in love often loses her composure. My mother quickly became acquainted with him and had already prepared herself to marry Zhu Helai. Christmas 1987 arrived, and Zhu Helai invited my mother to his home. She dressed up carefully, wearing slim-fitting navy blue jeans favored by young people, paired with high-waisted women's boots. Zhu Helai's home was a two-story detached house in a military compound. My mother arrived in the afternoon, and Zhu Helai warmly welcomed her. The two chatted amiably, and before they knew it, it was ten o'clock at night. My mother wanted to leave, but Zhu Helai hurriedly stopped her, saying, "The children have gone to Beijing for a visit. It's just the two of us here. It's so late, and it's snowing. Don't go back. Anyway, our relationship is settled." My mother understood Zhu Helai's meaning. She explained, "I don't want to do anything casually. You want a proper marriage." Zhu Helai immediately replied, "Okay! Okay! We're not young anymore, and I want to develop our relationship quickly. You stay, and we can talk all night, how about it?" My mother smiled and shook her head, then got up to grab her coat and leave. Zhu Helai grabbed his mother, pleading, "Lin Jun, please give me face and stay!" His mother hesitated, torn between two options. Seeing her wavering, Zhu Helai launched his attack. He suddenly hoisted her under his arm and strode upstairs. His mother, at 172 cm tall, had the physique of an athlete, much taller than the average woman. Most men would be in awe of her size, let alone be able to lift her. But under Zhu Helai's arm, she was like a fawn hunted by an African lion, unable to move. She cried out, "Put me down! I'll stay! I'll stay!" Zhu Helai put her down, and his mother straightened her clothes and started climbing the stairs herself. Zhu Helai followed behind, and seeing her round, taut buttocks bulging from her jeans, he couldn't resist giving her a quick pinch. His mother was slightly annoyed by his frivolousness, but quickly forgot. His mother knew why Zhu Helai wanted her to stay, but having drunk too much beer, she was afraid of the embarrassment of needing to use the restroom later during their intimate moments, so she went to the bathroom beforehand. She removed her makeup first, and while relieving herself, she suddenly realized she hadn't showered for two days. After all, it was her first time being intimate with Zhu Helai, and she worried about the lingering smell of urine, lest he look down on her. Zhu Helai, impatient, burst in and asked, "Hey Lin Jun, what are you dawdling for?" His mother suggested showering first, but Zhu Helai said, "What's wrong with a little sweat? I like your sweat. I think women's perfume is suffocating." Zhu Helai made the bed and suggested they both undress. His mother hesitated, but Zhu Helai, seeing her still dawdling, quickly undressed her without a word. The room was cold in winter, and his mother and Zhu Helai shivered as they got into the large double down comforter. His mother's heart was pounding, like a girl about to lose her virginity. Zhu Helai leaned closer, pressing his hairy chest against his mother's. He was very experienced with women, wrapping his large hand around her waist and hips, and began to kiss her passionately, gradually increasing the intensity. His mother was captivated by his kisses; he seemed even more experienced than the French when it came to kissing women. Next, Zhu Helai used his mouth to suckle his mother's nipple while his large hand rubbed her panties, attempting to arouse her desire. His mother then realized that she didn't truly understand Zhu Helai. He wasn't as steady and reliable as she had imagined; he was practically a seasoned womanizer. His mother felt some anxiety about the future, but at that moment, she was powerless to resist. Zhu Helai felt that his mother's panties were slightly damp, so he pulled them down and straddled them with his thick right thigh, quickly and skillfully taking over her private parts. Zhu Helai could accurately judge his mother's feelings and adjust the intensity and duration of their lovemaking accordingly. Their rhythms were almost synchronized, and his mother felt an unprecedented pleasure. They only made love once that night, but it was the longest and most effective time my mother had ever experienced; both of them were thoroughly satisfied. Being middle-aged, their stamina wasn't what it used to be, and they were both exhausted, quickly falling asleep. It was the first time in months that my mother had slept so soundly. Six. My Mother's Hellish Nightmare. After Christmas, New Year's Day 1988 arrived. On New Year's Day, my mother took a car to Zhu Helai's house again. They had agreed to meet at 4 pm that day to discuss marriage. However, when she arrived at his house at 4 pm, Zhu Helai wasn't there; only three boys were home. The three boys ushered my mother into the living room, introducing themselves as Zhu Helai's children. Zhu Helai had two biological sons. The eldest, nicknamed Da Wa, was in his early twenties and a demobilized soldier from the naval submarine force, currently waiting for job assignments. Zhu Helai had told him he wanted to get his son a job at the Bank of China. The second son, nicknamed Xiao Wa, was 16 years old and didn't want to study; he was preparing to participate in the military's internal recruitment. The other boy, Dong Dong, was 17 years old and Zhu Helai's adopted son; he had grown up without a mother. His biological father was an old subordinate of Zhu Helai, who died in battle on the Sino-Vietnamese border, after which Zhu Helai adopted him. Like his father, Da Wa was handsome with big eyes and a high nose, but his mother noticed a hint of cunning in his eyes at times. Xiao Wa and Dong Dong, on the other hand, hadn't yet grown beards and still looked like two immature children. Da Wa said, "Auntie, my dad has to go out for a bit, he'll have to wait a while," and then went upstairs with the other two.My mother waited for over two hours, but Zhu He still hadn't shown up. It was already dinnertime, and she was getting anxious, planning to go home. The three men came downstairs. The eldest son said, "Auntie, you've come all this way, don't rush off. Dad will be back soon. I have a newly arrived Hong Kong romance videotape here, it's an insider film, you can't see it outside. Why don't you sit down and watch it with us while you wait?" My mother planned to wait another half hour. The eldest son put the tape in a very fashionable Toshiba VCR at the time. It wasn't a romance film at all, it was full of extremely disgusting scenes of male and female carnal sex. It turned out to be a pornographic film. My mother felt very uncomfortable. She stood up and said, "I'm not waiting anymore. I advise you not to watch this kind of thing either." My mother started to leave, but the eldest son hurriedly stopped her, "Auntie, don't go! It's such a great film, don't you like it? This is specially for you to watch. We brothers are already tired of watching it." My mother sensed something was wrong, pushed him away, and tried to leave quickly. The eldest son gave a wink, and the three of them surrounded their mother. The eldest son, with a lecherous look in his eyes, said, "Auntie, to be honest, Grandpa isn't coming back. He suddenly received orders from Beijing and flew there. He didn't have time to tell you, so he left you a note. We three brothers are so lonely during the holidays, we wanted you to keep us company for a while, so we lied to you." The mother said, "You guys keep playing by yourselves. I don't drink, and I don't play mahjong. How can I play with you? I have to go now." The eldest son persisted, "You spent Christmas with Grandpa all night, and I didn't know we were secretly... [doing something] under the chandelier by Grandpa's bedside]..." "We installed a surveillance camera. The recording activates whenever there's any movement in the room. We watched it all when we got back. We never expected you to be so good in bed at your age, Auntie! Grandpa was thrilled! Why don't you join us three brothers for a bit? We've never been with a woman before." The mother was deeply shocked by the depravity of the high-ranking official's son. She cursed, "So shameless and vulgar at such a young age!" The eldest son shouted, "Those who want to play with sluts, hurry up and get started!" He then pounced on her. The mother was furious. She slapped the eldest son hard across the face. The mother, who loved sports and was tall and strong, could handle one thug without much trouble, but she was no match for the attack of three young bullies. They forced my mother onto the sofa. Realizing the situation was turning against her, she yelled, "Let me go right now! I'm going to be your stepmother! Wait till your father gets back, he'll teach you a lesson!" The eldest son laughed loudly, "We have plenty of stepmothers! There's a female company commander from the communications unit in the Beijing Military Region who's practically our stepmother. She's been with Grandpa for two years, and she's only in her thirties! You can't compare! There are several in S City alone!" My mother was shocked. "You're talking nonsense!" The eldest son leered, "The competition to be my stepmother is fierce! Auntie, if you let me have my way, I'll definitely recommend you to Grandpa." My mother was furious. "Pah! You beast! Let me go!" The eldest son screamed, "What are you waiting for? She's practically delivered herself to our door! Let's see what a woman looks like first." The three thugs eagerly reached into my mother's waistband, curiously touching her. My mother struggled fiercely, and the youngest son exclaimed, "Brother, this auntie is just like in the movies, her crotch is full of hair!"
"Nonsense! If you've had your fill, take her upstairs to play. It's inconvenient here." My mother was kidnapped by the thugs and taken to the bedroom upstairs. The three thugs quickly stripped my mother of all her clothes, pinned her naked on the bed, and my mother screamed in despair, struggling desperately until her arms were bruised. She covered her genitals tightly with her hands. One of them held down my mother's upper body and arms, while another forcefully pulled one of her legs apart. My mother could no longer defend herself, and her female genitals were exposed to the eldest boy. The eldest boy was the first to thrust into my mother and wantonly ravage her. He closed his eyes and convulsed like he had malaria, finally releasing his pent-up desire with a furrowed brow as if defecating. Then one after another, two underage boys imitated their older brother's actions and straddled my mother. My mother was thus gang-raped by the thugs. The brutal gang rape continued until late at night. My mother's voice became hoarse from screaming, her tears dried up, and her lower body gradually lost sensation, her body filled with filthy male fluid. The three thugs, having had their fill, were too exhausted to continue their despicable acts. Big Tiger lewdly remarked, "So comfortable! I thought only young girls were fun, but I never expected playing with an old woman to be so enjoyable. No wonder the old man was so obsessed." He then said to my mother, "Auntie, you can go now. We had a very comfortable time crawling through the hole. Play with us again sometime, but listen carefully: if you dare report this to the police, I'll make copies of the videotape of your naked bottom and distribute them everywhere, making you shameful. Don't cry, it's not a big deal. You're not a virgin, it doesn't matter who penetrates you." My mother, disheveled and stumbling, returned home. She went straight to the bathroom and turned on the tap, desperately washing away the traces of her sins, over and over again. She had experienced many unpleasant things in her life, but she had never suffered such humiliation. She even contemplated suicide. Dawn broke, her vulva still burning with pain. She took a painkiller and sat motionless on the bed. The next day, my sister came home stunned. Our mother, who had never been sick before, was now seriously ill. My sister immediately started arranging for doctors and medicine, taking meticulous care of her, and even got her a long leave of absence from the design institute. Soon after, I returned home for winter vacation and learned that our mother was still ill. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn't answer. My sister quietly pulled me into another room and, with a sob in her voice, told me, "Mom was gang-raped by some thugs." I couldn't believe my ears. My sister told me about what had happened to our mother, and that Zhu He had come a couple of days earlier. He apologized to our mother, destroyed the videotape in front of her, and spent a long time trying to reason with her, but our mother only uttered one word: "Roll." I was furious when I heard this. I said to my sister, "Why don't you sue them?" My sister said, "Do you need to tell me? If we wanted to sue, we would have done it already. Why wait for you to come back? Videotapes can be copied. Who knows if those bastards will do that?"
I said, "I can't let them get away with this. I'll kill them. These high-ranking officials' children dare to do anything because of their parents' power. I absolutely can't swallow this." My sister hurriedly said, "Mom was afraid you'd get so angry that you'd kill someone, so she didn't dare tell you. Let's think of another way." I thought of the underworld. I could use money to hire thugs to take revenge. Without discussing it with my sister, I went to Zhu Helai's house to scout things out beforehand. Then I secretly went to Tianjin with 100,000 yuan. One of my elementary school classmates ran a nightclub there. I had done him a favor before, and he agreed to help me find someone. I paid a deposit and left my address, with the condition that no one would die and that it be done before the Lantern Festival. During the Spring Festival, my mother's health hadn't recovered, and her mental state wasn't good either. There was no festive atmosphere in my house. To reassure them, I inadvertently mentioned hiring thugs. My mother panicked and ordered me to cancel the illicit deal, but I lied and said it was impossible. Two days later, after much deliberation, my mother retrieved the underwear she wore on the day of the incident. It had the thugs' semen stains on it. She went to the police station to report the crime, only to find that the thugs had already been arrested. It turned out that after assaulting my mother, Da Hu and his gang had become even bolder, gang-raping a 13-year-old girl from next door. I immediately called my classmate to cancel the plan! But the 20,000 yuan in cash was gone forever. My mother recuperated at home for three months, fully recovering both mentally and physically.
That year, I finally graduated and returned to my mother's side, working as a lawyer in S City. My mother had been working for half a year, trying to forget her pain and throwing herself into her work, having also completed the design work for the S City International Hotel. My mother came from a well-to-do family. As a child, she was an ugly duckling, but as she grew up, she became more and more beautiful, tall and strong, with beautiful black hair, clear and bright eyes, and full, tightly pursed lips. Men of any age could be deeply attracted to my mother. In September 1988, my mother celebrated her 46th birthday. After breaking up with Zhu Helai, my mother did not plan to find a partner again. To be honest, there were really no middle-aged single men who were a perfect match for my mother. The famous foreign writer Lawrence created a series of love novels, two of which depict the life and thoughts of young men with Oedipus complexes. These are said to be autobiographical novels, and he himself had suffered from Oedipus complexes for many years. His novels were once banned, but now they are unbanned and have become world classics. I've read his works and felt that his psychological state resonated with mine. In other words, I also have a deep-seated Oedipus complex. My mother's extramarital affair didn't damage her image in my mind; on the contrary, I felt she was as noble and sensual as a goddess from Greek mythology. I started having strange feelings for my mother in my senior year of high school. The pressure of exams was immense, and I was on the verge of collapse. My mother forced me to run every morning, two kilometers each day. I was exhausted, and my mother, who was very athletic, was dissatisfied with my performance. She made me run alongside her. As she ran briskly, the two mounds under her tracksuit bounced up and down with each step, like two little deer in her arms. I suddenly realized that she wasn't just my mother, but also a woman different from me. Whenever I thought of her breasts, my heart would race. After reading Freud and Lawrence in college, I learned that this was a form of Oedipus complex. On National Day in 1988, my mother prepared a delicious meal. I brought home a bottle of Wuliangye liquor, and we celebrated the holiday together. My mother thought of my father, who was far away in Shenzhen, and how she had met Zhu Helai on this same day the previous year. Her mind was in turmoil, and she tried to drown her sorrows in alcohol, drinking quite a bit. After just over half a bottle, she was drunk, and I quickly helped her to bed. Her low-cut blouse revealed her jade-like neck and half of her breasts. I felt as if I were seeing the Greek goddess Venus. Unable to control myself, I gently unbuttoned the last two buttons of her blouse and then pulled on the straps of her black bra. I accidentally startled her, and she woke up and immediately guessed my motive. She glared at me angrily, hit me a few times, and chased me out of the room. Back in my room, I still couldn't forget what I had just seen. I couldn't resist taking my mother's unwashed underwear from the washing machine, smelling the light yellow stains on it, and then using it to cover my penis and masturbate. My mother soon discovered my masturbation. Understanding the desires of a young man, she didn't scold me, but instead planned to find me a partner quickly. In truth, my mother was also feeling distressed. Her menopausal symptoms were acting up; she was irritable and often yelled at me over trivial matters. The doctor prescribed estrogen medication, but this only exacerbated her sexual needs. She tossed and turned in bed every night. Christmas Eve arrived quickly, and even at midnight, my mother couldn't sleep, her mind racing. She remembered the wonderful feeling Zhu Helai had given her last Christmas, but she quickly began to blame herself for being too loose. If she had been more self-disciplined and hadn't stayed the night with Zhu Helai, perhaps she wouldn't have suffered that hellish torment. Frustrated, she went to the living room in just her velvet nightgown to watch TV to distract herself. She objected to my smoking, but then lit a high-end women's menthol cigarette, a gift from a friend in Hong Kong. I saw the living room light was on, so I got up and went to check on my mother. I knew why she was upset, so I sat down beside her, wanting to keep her company and cheer her up. My mother leaned on my shoulder, and a mature, maternal aura permeated my senses. I felt an indescribable restlessness in my heart again. I wanted to hug her waist, but she sensitively dodged away. She didn't hit me, but said softly but sternly, "Child, your thoughts are too dangerous. They will affect your future. Don't have bad thoughts about your mother; that's a crime." I had never dared to talk back to my mother before, but this time I mustered up the courage to retort, "Lawrence said that a mother is the best teacher for a boy in matters of love and sex. I really can't forget my mother, and besides, you also need a man's comfort." "You have no manners," my mother said angrily again, and stood up to go back to her room. The next day, I suddenly fell ill with a high fever that wouldn't go down. Perhaps it was because I had sat in the living room for half an hour the night before wearing only shorts and caught a chill. My mother was very worried and took care of me closely. That night, I still had a headache and couldn't get out of bed. Fearing my cold would turn into pneumonia, she lay down beside me to watch over me during the night. In my hazy state, I felt my mother's warm body beside me and immediately became a little more awake. My mother was dozing wearily. I untied the belt of her nightgown and buried my head deeply between her breasts. My mother woke up. Perhaps out of pity, she didn't scold me and indulged my rudeness. I rubbed my face against her breasts and then, taking advantage of the situation, reached my hand down. My mother was startled and stopped me. My hand persisted, and my mother said, "Not now, you're still sick, don't be silly!" I obediently withdrew my hand and happily fell asleep. On the evening of December 31, 1988, my sister was in America, and my mother and I were at home preparing to welcome the New Year. We danced a waltz to the music of "The Blue Danube" at the New Year's concert. The wine flushed my mother's face, which wasn't very good at drinking, and she danced joyfully in sync with my steps. Suddenly, I noticed her large breasts heaving violently with my movements, and my heart surged again. I deliberately moved closer to her, my chest rubbing against her breasts with each turn. My mother, unaware of my intentions, ignored me. I moved my right hand down from her waist, lightly caressing her full buttocks. This time, she realized my ulterior motives; she stopped and glared at me. I held her tightly in my arms, kissing her neck. She shouted, "How dare you bully your mother!" I said, "You promised me the day I was sick." "I didn't say that." Ignoring her explanation, I reached my hand under her suit skirt from behind and grabbed the thick skin on her buttocks. I was unusually strong that day, and her face turned even redder, but she couldn't break free. She seemed to agree: "Okay! Okay! Let's go to the bedroom. I'll reward you this time because you were so sick. Don't do it again." She was embarrassed to let me help her and insisted on taking off her clothes herself. She slowly took off her dress, and I watched from the side. My mother was a 46-year-old woman, still with delicate skin, but by no means weak. She had a healthy and tall figure, which was considered quite good for a woman. Her arms were strong and rounded, and she had thick, sturdy calves with broad, large feet—a result of her love for playing ball and swimming in her youth. Her buttocks, encased in pink thongs, were plump and round, the thongs often stretched taut, making one secretly worry that they might suddenly tear. Her breasts, which had nursed two children, were still high and full of elasticity. My mother got into bed, and I stripped naked, pulled back the covers, and slipped inside.I had never had sex with a woman, nor had I ever seen a real woman naked. But I was a law graduate, and when I studied "Marriage Law," I diligently researched human sexual behavior. The knowledge in formal books was limited, so I borrowed slush funds from classmates and carefully read and pondered the sexual psychology and physiological characteristics of women. So, although it was my first time with a woman, I was confident. I lay face down, leaning in to kiss my mother. She turned her face away in embarrassment; she probably still had some mental baggage and couldn't get into the mood. I held her head down with both hands, preventing her from pulling away, and kissed her passionately. I knew that women's sexual response was slower than men's, especially for a middle-aged woman like my mother. I had to prepare her properly; otherwise, she wouldn't have another chance if she wasn't satisfied. I slipped my hand inside her panties, and my mother, once again, felt as shy and embarrassed as a virgin. I knew she wouldn't have looked so embarrassed when she made love with Xiao Qin; it was because she couldn't let go of her maternal dignity in front of her son. Zhu Helai had touched her private parts before, something she had longed for, but at this moment she could not tolerate her son's hands freely exploring her genitals. Her upbringing and beliefs made it unbearable. Without hesitation, she pulled my hand away and squeezed her legs together: "Don't touch there, it makes me feel disgusted." At this point, I wouldn't listen. I firmly spread my mother's legs apart and reached my hand into that pubic area again, wandering over the uneven mons pubis and strolling along the long groove. My mother struggled slightly and then let me do as I pleased. With my scratching, my mother's breasts became more erect, and her cheeks were completely flushed. I didn't know if it was from shame, excitement, or the lingering effects of the alcohol. My hand, which was inside her panties, felt that it was wet like a grassland after rain. I subconsciously took my hand out and smelled it. It was the sour, fishy smell of a mixture of vaginal discharge and secretions from a woman during arousal. My erection was already strong, so I eagerly sat up, pulled down my mother's panties, and spread her thighs as wide as possible. Then I knelt between her legs and carefully manipulated her genitals. Although my mother still couldn't face the reality of her son raping her, she kept her eyes closed and head turned to the side, appearing reserved and unwilling to cooperate with me. However, she no longer resisted my actions; it seemed that her rational defenses had been broken down. After caressing my mother's thick, fertile sanctuary enough, I parted the dense thicket of black hair, chose the right angle, and thrust my male weapon into the hidden valley. I immediately felt the warm, moist environment inside my mother's body, like a tropical rainforest, like a giant hand wearing a small cotton glove, both accommodating my fingers and restricting their entry. My penis, which had been pampered in my pants for so long, was much more delicate than my fingers, extremely sensitive to restraint. I felt a pleasure that masturbation could not imitate. I thrust violently inside my mother, once, twice, dozens of times, until I couldn't control myself and ejaculated like a burst dam. "No wonder they say even heroes can't resist a beautiful woman! It's true, Mom, I finally tasted what it's like to be a woman with you!"—I savored the pleasure. "I gave birth to you and raised you, just so you could taste what I'm like! What did you just say, calling me a beauty? Outrageous! What kind of son would tease his mother like that?"—My mother was unhappy. She was unhappy partly because I had conquered her in bed, making her lose her natural dignity as a mother in front of her son. On the other hand, she was disappointed because she hadn't been satisfied. After all, it was my first time, and I couldn't control the rhythm. You know, engaging with a middle-aged woman isn't easy. To please her, I diligently wiped away the white stains I left on her genitals with toilet paper. A week later, one night in January 1989, I used shameless methods to get my mother into bed again, but it still wasn't very successful. After finishing on my mother, I slumped down dejectedly. It seems that sex isn't just about theory; experience is also crucial. However, this was better than the day before. My mother was no longer burdened by the heavy weight of morality; she could face my conquest with composure, no longer acting so haughty and aloof. A while later, I was still unwilling to give up and tried to climb on top of her again. She stopped me; she wanted to try it herself. We lay on our sides facing each other. I rubbed her nipples and stroked her thighs and buttocks. My mother was already aroused; she was panting, her nose glistening with sweat. But unfortunately, I hadn't finished long enough, and the lingering scent of male mating hadn't dissipated. My penis, like a timid, limp boy who had done something wrong, remained hidden between my legs, refusing to fully erect. My mother took over the reins, just like when she bathed me as a child. She grasped my penis with her soft, large hands and kneaded it like dough. After a while, it hardened. She raised her left thigh, pausing it above my abdomen, signaling for me to enter. This action looked somewhat sinister. Her movements and yearning eyes were nothing like the usually learned and serious Mr. Lin; she resembled a seductive mistress. It seemed she had forgotten I was her son. Completely inexperienced and unfamiliar with female anatomy, I couldn't find the right position lying like that. My mother simply took over. She straddled me, guiding my penis inside with her hand, then twisted her hips up and down and side to side. My penis throbbed with pleasure, sending waves of electric shocks through me. My mother controlled the pace and rhythm according to her own needs, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes paused. She fully enjoyed the stimulation my body gave her, occasionally letting out soft moans. Originally, when I was on top, I felt guilty towards my mother whenever I thought about the person I was playing with beneath me. But at this moment, I felt like I was being raped and played with by my mother. That was fine, it evened things out, and I no longer felt guilty. Our secret relationship developed in this way; we would spend two or three nights a month together. In 1993, my mother was 51 years old. One day, I came home from get off work, and my mother was tidying up the room, looking unhappy. I tried to cheer her up, but she ignored me. Had I done something to offend her? I asked her after dinner. "It has nothing to do with you. I'm just unhappy," my mother replied. "Why?" I pressed. "I'm not a woman anymore," my mother said sadly. "What? Are you kidding me? You can't become a man," I said, puzzled. "It's true, I've completely gone through menopause," she explained. "Hey! Is that so? Wouldn't that be better? That matter has tormented you for decades, it's time to leave." - I said; "You're not a woman, you can't understand, only childbirth is the fundamental mark of a woman." - She still insisted;"Then tonight, let's prove to God whether you're still a woman or not," I said. That night, to comfort my mother, I planned to sleep with her. After dinner, I poured her a large glass of red wine, hoping the alcohol would promote her blood circulation and stimulate her nerves, making things easier that night. My mother was a little excited after drinking the wine, so I pulled her into my bedroom. I undressed her piece by piece. She was no longer as shy as she was in '88, letting me strip her naked. My mother asked, "I need to relieve myself first. I'm getting old, and I have a lot to do." I said with concern, "It's cold. Don't go to the bathroom naked. Be careful not to catch a cold!" I took out the small basin I used to take when I went out on cases from under the bed. My mother squatted down and urinated. As soon as she finished, I struggled to lift her onto my bed. She was so heavy. My mother had gradually gained weight. I sat cross-legged on the bed, holding my mother in my arms, letting her head rest on my shoulder. I wanted to caress her slowly, because she was now a woman past fifty, approaching old age, and her reactions were slower than a few years ago. Observing my mother, I could no longer find any trace of her youth. A few more wrinkles had appeared on her forehead, her waist was much thicker than before, her breasts were larger, but heavy, squeezing her bra out of shape, her hips and thighs were also thicker, and her lower abdomen was protruding, with folds of fat around her abdomen. It seems that people who exercised a lot in their youth are prone to gaining weight as they age. In my opinion, a woman with a slender figure is beautiful when clothed, but when naked, a fuller, more robust figure is more sexy. My mother's current plump appearance was more likely to stimulate my desire. This year, my mother no longer resembled Venus, but rather somewhat resembled the Mary holding the Christ Child in a Western oil painting. My mother nestled obediently in my arms like a big white cat. I teased her with words and actions, trying to excite her as much as possible. We had become quite intimate when we were in bed together, no longer bound by the restrictions of age or hierarchy, and I could tease my mother quite freely. I pinched her breasts and belly, teasing her, "Mom, you really look like a big fat cat now. I enjoy playing with you more than I did a few years ago." My mother knew it was flirting and wasn't angry. I continued to tease my mother, pinching her plump buttocks and stroking her thighs. After several tens of minutes, my mother's eyes were shining, and her slightly sagging breasts stood erect again. I put her down and began to kiss her entire body, from her neck, chest, abdomen, to her thighs and buttocks. Finally, I licked and kissed her external genitalia. I lay between her legs, my head pressed against hers. I noticed that my mother's body had darkened from white there, and beads of her urine still clung to the dark pubic area, glistening in the light. A pungent odor mixed with the sour smell of a woman's genitals entered my nostrils. Far from being repulsed, I even found the smell appealing; it stimulated my nerve cells. My tongue rubbed against her dark gray labia, which swelled with each touch. My mother's breathing became rapid, and her clitoris reacted. I played with her for over half an hour before finally penetrating her. My penis moved inside her like Sun Wukong entering Princess Iron Fan's belly, kicking and striking at the entrance to her uterus. My mother knew her vagina was no longer as tight as a virgin's, so she squeezed her legs together to cooperate, gradually pushing me to the peak of desire. My mother moaned, savoring the blissful, ecstatic feeling. "Big Cat, were you comfortable tonight?" I asked. "Great!" my mother replied with satisfaction. The next day, my sister came back. Two years ago, I told her about the secret between my mother and me. She was incredulous: "You two are really too bold! And Mom is really something, not going to find a partner, but having sex with her own son. You're wrong too, brother, not chasing after girls, but releasing your desires on Mom." I immediately retorted: "We just need each other, it's a mother-son relationship, not a husband-wife relationship, what's so scary?" My sister sighed: "Fine! Anyway, the deed is done. There's no point in saying anything. Even if you're providing sex services for Mom, she really needs it." This time, my sister came back from the airport to introduce me to someone. "Sister Feng in our group is three years older than you, and she doesn't have a boyfriend yet. Our jobs are unstable, so it's hard to find a partner. She met you last time and had a good impression of you." "You don't need to introduce me to anyone. It's not that I can't find a girl, it's just that if I leave, there will be no one to take care of my mother." "That doesn't contradict taking care of your mother. You're a bit of a mother complex. Find someone older than you who can take care of you like your mother does for the rest of your life. Wouldn't that be great?" Soon after, I fell in love with Sister Feng and got married. Sister Feng, like my sister, traveled a lot, spending half the year away from home. On the days my wife was away, I would cook for my mother and stay overnight to keep her company, still allowing her to experience human pleasure. My adulterous relationship with my mother lasted for ten years, ending in 1999. That year, my mother was already 56 years old, and during this time, I also had a child of my own. It was a boy, quite mischievous. Since having a child, I have been especially considerate to my wife, Sister Feng. She calls me a model husband. Actually, I learned a lesson from my mother: if you're not good to your wife, she will either find a lover or possibly have an improper relationship with her own son. Although I had been toying with my mother for ten years, I didn't want my son to one day toy with my wife. In 1999, Sister Feng was transferred from the flight team to the Civil Aviation Hotel, and she stopped traveling far from home. She started disciplining me just like my mother, keeping a close eye on me every day, even strictly controlling the time I came home from get off work. I had no chance to stay out overnight, and of course, no chance to be intimate with my mother. For my happiness, my mother took the initiative to end this abnormal relationship. But the three of us would still visit her on weekends. During the years I spent with my mother, I noticed that she was always in a bad mood on New Year's Eve and resolutely refused to have sex on that day. She told me that the New Year's events every year caused her great trauma, and perhaps it would last her forever. In 1994, I overheard at the law firm that the executioner who gang-raped my mother, Da Wa, had been released early with multiple reduced sentences by his father, Zhu Helai. Shortly after his release, he raped and murdered a 20-year-old girl from Hunan, but because there was no evidence, he was not convicted. I volunteered to represent the girl's family in court for free. I traveled south four times, going to great lengths to find evidence, and finally found compelling physical and witness testimony. Da Wa was sentenced to death. The girl's parents from Hunan were extremely grateful to me; they had no idea of the deep-seated hatred between me and Da Wa. Before Da Wa's execution, I went to the prison to see what kind of person he really was. When he saw me, he shouted, "I have no grudge against you, why did you put me to death?" "The hatred between us runs too deep. I am the son of that engineer Lin you harmed." "I see. Actually, it's not entirely my fault. Who told her to be so provocative when she slept with my father? Which man wouldn't be tempted after seeing that? I was lucky enough to have slept with such a provocative old woman; it's worth dying for." I wanted to beat him up, but the bailiffs stopped me. I told my mother the good news to ease her hidden pain. My mother will turn 60 this year. She has resigned from her position as deputy chief engineer, but she is still a member of the CPPCC and a technical consultant for the Provincial Construction Department, so she is still very busy. When Sister Feng and I took the children to visit her, we noticed that my mother had aged considerably, with many more gray hairs at her temples. I was worried about how she would spend her later years without anyone to keep her company. A while ago, I came home late one day after a social engagement, and Sister Feng gave me a letter. It was from my father; he missed his grandson and was also concerned about my mother's well-being. A thought suddenly struck me: could we get them to remarry? This idea made me happy, and unable to sleep, I went to the balcony to think about how to get my parents back together. I planned to go to Shenzhen as soon as possible. I thought about my mother's life again; it was like a romantic love poem, leaving a lasting impression."Sister Feng in our group is three years older than you, and she doesn't have a boyfriend yet. Our jobs are unstable, so it's hard to find a partner. She met you last time and had a good impression of you." "You don't need to introduce me to anyone. It's not that I can't find a girl, it's just that if I leave, there will be no one to take care of my mother." "That doesn't contradict taking care of your mother. You're a bit of a mother complex. Find someone older than you who can take care of you like your mother does for the rest of your life. Wouldn't that be great?" Soon after, I fell in love with Sister Feng and got married. Sister Feng, like my sister, traveled a lot, spending half the year away from home. On the days my wife was away, I would cook for my mother and stay overnight to keep her company, still allowing her to experience human pleasure. My adulterous relationship with my mother lasted for ten years, ending in 1999. That year, my mother was already 56 years old, and during this time, I also had a child of my own. It was a boy, quite mischievous. Since having a child, I have been especially considerate to my wife, Sister Feng. She calls me a model husband. Actually, I learned a lesson from my mother: if you're not good to your wife, she will either find a lover or possibly have an improper relationship with her own son. Although I had been toying with my mother for ten years, I didn't want my son to one day toy with my wife. In 1999, Sister Feng was transferred from the flight team to the Civil Aviation Hotel, and she stopped traveling far from home. She started disciplining me just like my mother, keeping a close eye on me every day, even strictly controlling the time I came home from get off work. I had no chance to stay out overnight, and of course, no chance to be intimate with my mother. For my happiness, my mother took the initiative to end this abnormal relationship. But the three of us would still visit her on weekends. During the years I spent with my mother, I noticed that she was always in a bad mood on New Year's Eve and resolutely refused to have sex on that day. She told me that the New Year's events every year caused her great trauma, and perhaps it would last her forever. In 1994, I overheard at the law firm that the executioner who gang-raped my mother, Da Wa, had been released early with multiple reduced sentences by his father, Zhu Helai. Shortly after his release, he raped and murdered a 20-year-old girl from Hunan, but because there was no evidence, he was not convicted. I volunteered to represent the girl's family in court for free. I traveled south four times, going to great lengths to find evidence, and finally found compelling physical and witness testimony. Da Wa was sentenced to death. The girl's parents from Hunan were extremely grateful to me; they had no idea of the deep-seated hatred between me and Da Wa. Before Da Wa's execution, I went to the prison to see what kind of person he really was. When he saw me, he shouted, "I have no grudge against you, why did you put me to death?" "The hatred between us runs too deep. I am the son of that engineer Lin you harmed." "I see. Actually, it's not entirely my fault. Who told her to be so provocative when she slept with my father? Which man wouldn't be tempted after seeing that? I was lucky enough to have slept with such a provocative old woman; it's worth dying for." I wanted to beat him up, but the bailiffs stopped me. I told my mother the good news to ease her hidden pain. My mother will turn 60 this year. She has resigned from her position as deputy chief engineer, but she is still a member of the CPPCC and a technical consultant for the Provincial Construction Department, so she is still very busy. When Sister Feng and I took the children to visit her, we noticed that my mother had aged considerably, with many more gray hairs at her temples. I was worried about how she would spend her later years without anyone to keep her company. A while ago, I came home late one day after a social engagement, and Sister Feng gave me a letter. It was from my father; he missed his grandson and was also concerned about my mother's well-being. A thought suddenly struck me: could we get them to remarry? This idea made me happy, and unable to sleep, I went to the balcony to think about how to get my parents back together. I planned to go to Shenzhen as soon as possible. I thought about my mother's life again; it was like a romantic love poem, leaving a lasting impression."Sister Feng in our group is three years older than you, and she doesn't have a boyfriend yet. Our jobs are unstable, so it's hard to find a partner. She met you last time and had a good impression of you." "You don't need to introduce me to anyone. It's not that I can't find a girl, it's just that if I leave, there will be no one to take care of my mother." "That doesn't contradict taking care of your mother. You're a bit of a mother complex. Find someone older than you who can take care of you like your mother does for the rest of your life. Wouldn't that be great?" Soon after, I fell in love with Sister Feng and got married. Sister Feng, like my sister, traveled a lot, spending half the year away from home. On the days my wife was away, I would cook for my mother and stay overnight to keep her company, still allowing her to experience human pleasure. My adulterous relationship with my mother lasted for ten years, ending in 1999. That year, my mother was already 56 years old, and during this time, I also had a child of my own. It was a boy, quite mischievous. Since having a child, I have been especially considerate to my wife, Sister Feng. She calls me a model husband. Actually, I learned a lesson from my mother: if you're not good to your wife, she will either find a lover or possibly have an improper relationship with her own son. Although I had been toying with my mother for ten years, I didn't want my son to one day toy with my wife. In 1999, Sister Feng was transferred from the flight team to the Civil Aviation Hotel, and she stopped traveling far from home. She started disciplining me just like my mother, keeping a close eye on me every day, even strictly controlling the time I came home from get off work. I had no chance to stay out overnight, and of course, no chance to be intimate with my mother. For my happiness, my mother took the initiative to end this abnormal relationship. But the three of us would still visit her on weekends. During the years I spent with my mother, I noticed that she was always in a bad mood on New Year's Eve and resolutely refused to have sex on that day. She told me that the New Year's events every year caused her great trauma, and perhaps it would last her forever. In 1994, I overheard at the law firm that the executioner who gang-raped my mother, Da Wa, had been released early with multiple reduced sentences by his father, Zhu Helai. Shortly after his release, he raped and murdered a 20-year-old girl from Hunan, but because there was no evidence, he was not convicted. I volunteered to represent the girl's family in court for free. I traveled south four times, going to great lengths to find evidence, and finally found compelling physical and witness testimony. Da Wa was sentenced to death. The girl's parents from Hunan were extremely grateful to me; they had no idea of the deep-seated hatred between me and Da Wa. Before Da Wa's execution, I went to the prison to see what kind of person he really was. When he saw me, he shouted, "I have no grudge against you, why did you put me to death?" "The hatred between us runs too deep. I am the son of that engineer Lin you harmed." "I see. Actually, it's not entirely my fault. Who told her to be so provocative when she slept with my father? Which man wouldn't be tempted after seeing that? I was lucky enough to have slept with such a provocative old woman; it's worth dying for." I wanted to beat him up, but the bailiffs stopped me. I told my mother the good news to ease her hidden pain. My mother will turn 60 this year. She has resigned from her position as deputy chief engineer, but she is still a member of the CPPCC and a technical consultant for the Provincial Construction Department, so she is still very busy. When Sister Feng and I took the children to visit her, we noticed that my mother had aged considerably, with many more gray hairs at her temples. I was worried about how she would spend her later years without anyone to keep her company. A while ago, I came home late one day after a social engagement, and Sister Feng gave me a letter. It was from my father; he missed his grandson and was also concerned about my mother's well-being. A thought suddenly struck me: could we get them to remarry? This idea made me happy, and unable to sleep, I went to the balcony to think about how to get my parents back together. I planned to go to Shenzhen as soon as possible. I thought about my mother's life again; it was like a romantic love poem, leaving a lasting impression.

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