Auspicious Mother and Child

(1) Qin
returned, having traveled for two days, determined to be back on the agreed-upon May 15th. For three months, he hadn't written a single letter, nor even made a phone call.
When he returned, the door was open. Following the aroma of roast beef, Qin entered the kitchen, where Tir was cooking.
Qin walked behind her, put his arm around her, and kissed her cheek. He wanted to kiss her lips, but she turned her head away. She pushed him away and said, "Don't do that. You just got back, quickly bring your luggage in. Dinner will be ready soon, just wash your face and we'll eat." While Tir was preparing in the kitchen, Qin's arms wrapped tightly around her waist from behind, his lips searching for her sensitive areas at her ears and the back of her neck.
"Be good and don't bother me, the beef will burn if you don't take it out soon." "Let it be." "I'll eat even if you don't." Tir sent Qin to light the candles on the table and brought out the roast beef herself.
"We haven't had a dinner like this in a long time," Tir said.
Since her husband's car accident a year ago, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down, Tier hadn't had a good day.
Qin, having just finished his last exam, rushed home, traveling for two days to make it back in time for this meal.
Tier watched Qin stuff a large piece of beef into his mouth, juices dripping from the corner of his lips, just like a child, and couldn't help but laugh.
Qin noticed Tier staring at him and smiling, so he quickly swallowed the meat in his mouth and said, "What are you looking at?" "Your eating manners." "What?" "
Your mouth and face..."
Qin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at Tier, watching her reaction.
Tier couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at?"
Tier noticed Qin looking at her. Her childishness vanished, revealing a handsome face.
"You haven't wiped your mouth clean yet."
"Where?"
"Here." Tier wiped the left corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Here?" Qin did as she was told.
Tier shook her head.
Qin wiped it again.
Tier stood up, walked to Qin, and wiped the meat juice from his mouth. Qin took her arm and pulled her close, causing her to lose her balance and fall into his arms. Tier simply nestled limply in his embrace.
For some time now, Qin had become her emotional support. They were on the edge of inappropriate boundaries, always ready to cross the line. Tier hadn't actually done anything, only exuding her mature femininity. She was calculating Qin's next move. Her reaction was a weak, feeble protest. She couldn't muster any authority, nor could she find a reason to refuse.
Clearly, she couldn't resist Qin's advances. She could only close her eyes and let his kisses rain down upon her.
Without a word, Qin picked Tier up, like carrying a bride into the bridal chamber, and placed her on the sofa.
Her heart pounded, leaping out of her chest. Qin kissed her, his hands awkwardly searching for the bow on her apron and the zipper on her skirt, stripping her of her clothes piece by piece until she lay naked on the bed. Only then did Qin remove his own clothes. At this moment, Til covered her chest with one hand and her private parts with the other, trying to conceal her shyness.
Til closed her eyes, unable to look at Qin's body. Qin gently pulled her hands apart and then pressed himself against her. Til found that the most natural movement for her hand was to hold Qin. Their bodies felt and probed each other.
Qin tried to be gentle, a little reserved, as if he would lose his right if he did anything inappropriate. Only their heavy breathing, their two naked bodies entwined, filled the air. Til didn't speak, only closed her eyes, mustering all her courage to accept her lover's love. Qin felt a chill at what he was about to do; he hoped Til would protest now to stop this mistake. But Til seemed to let him do as he pleased, silently accepting what was about to happen.
Qin was unwilling to stop; he was about to achieve what so many boys dreamed of.
They had already come this far; they could only go further, there was no turning back.
His fingers teased her desires inside her. Her body rose and fell with Qin's commands. Ti wanted Qin to control her, to make her body submit to his dominion. Her dignity and restraint had long been stripped away with her clothes.
Her husband's death had filled the emptiness and chaos within her. Qin had also created a hole in her body, one that only he could fill.
Ti took Qin's penis in her hand, and its powerful throbbing startled her. She opened her legs a little wider, guiding him inside her, enveloping him completely, returning him to the embryonic state within her womb.
But Ti dared not linger on the pleasure of physical intimacy; realizing that orgasm was approaching, she urged him on immediately. Qin had no ability to restrain himself; after a few breaths, his long-suppressed desires erupted like a volcano.
After they finished, Di immediately pushed Qin away, picked up her clothes from the floor, and was about to put them on when Qin hugged her again.
"You're tired, you've been traveling for two days, and... go to sleep early."
"It's okay. We've been apart for three months, I want to talk to you for a while." Qin took her hand and pulled her back to the sofa. He turned on the radio, played some light music, and filled the glass with the remaining half bottle of red wine. He returned to Di'er's side, putting his arm around her bare shoulder. Di'er bent her legs on the sofa, her face flushed from the passionate scene and the wine she had just drunk, and her head felt a little heavy, so she naturally leaned her head against Qin's chest.
Qin's hands never left her, gently stroking her breasts and nipples, wanting her nipples to remain firm like his penis.
Tier looked up at her lover and said to him, "I never imagined that so many things would happen in just over a year." "It was fate that I got you." Tier rested her head on Qin's thigh and said, "You took advantage of me in my distress. At that critical moment, you were too bold. You challenged someone beyond your station. You are still my good son." "No, I am your man now." (2) Love in its twilight years
Tier hooked Qin's neck with her hand and pulled him down. She wiped his face with her palm. The same face, but different perspectives. Qin's hand gently slid down to her lower body, dipped in the overflowing juice, and smeared it on Tier's lips. Tier stuck out her tongue and licked the delicious dessert on his finger.
"Mom, this is so wonderful, it feels unreal."
"You're my man and you still call me Mom, aren't you ashamed?"
"But calling you by your name feels a bit strange."
"Sweetie, call me anything, but don't call me Mom, I can't stand it." "Teer?" "Hmm?" "I love you!" "
You're so bold."
"You gave it to me."
Actually, Teer hadn't done anything. She just exuded mature charm. In her most bewildered and lost moment, Cupid's arrow struck unexpectedly.
A year ago, Teer's husband was seriously injured in a car accident. Qin rushed back from out of town; he was their only son.
Terrified and heartbroken, Teer hugged her son and cried, her head resting on his arm, sobbing and convulsing. They stayed outside the ICU all night, and Teer finally fell asleep in Qin's arms.
Qin stayed awake, watching over his mother. He knew that from now on, her happiness and support would be with him.
For two weeks, outside the ICU, they stayed by her side, waiting for news that she had pulled through the critical period. Her husband's life was finally saved, but he was paralyzed and became irritable and eccentric, taking it all out on Till.
Till just silently endured it. After Qin left, the only comfort was the phone call he made home. On either end of the line, there was heartfelt sobbing and tender comforting words.
Unable to care for her husband at home, and on the verge of a mental and physical breakdown, Till had no choice but to send him to a sanatorium. Her relatives didn't understand her decision; only Qin supported her. She longed for spring break so Qin could return and be with her, offering her a shoulder to lean on.
When Qin returned and saw Till's haggard appearance, he said, "Look at you, worn out like this. You deserve a few days off to relax." "But your father needs someone to take care of him." "Even you can't handle it, who can take care of you?"
Till decided to temporarily set aside her burdens and went to a secluded island, finding a guesthouse there.
They rented a suite facing the sea, with a Jacuzzi on the balcony overlooking a tranquil beach. Qin held Till's hand as they strolled along the beach, collecting seashells and chasing the tide, letting it wash away her worries. The waves truly had a soothing power, and Till quickly relaxed. With nothing much to do, she could lazily sit on the balcony, listening to the waves and enjoying the warm spring sunshine. That evening, the innkeeper prepared a sumptuous dinner for them. After dinner, they soaked in the jacuzzi, drinking beer, watching the sunset, and counting stars.
Tir loved hearing about Qin's university life, while Qin loved hearing Tir talk about her childhood. The mother and son discovered they had many topics to discuss. However, Qin wouldn't allow her to talk about her father, who was in a nursing home. Their purpose in coming there was to escape this heavy burden, one that Tir might carry for the rest of her life.
When they were tired of talking, they went to sleep. The room only had one large bed, and Tir seemed both bothered and indifferent, sleeping back-to-back with Qin. The next morning, Tir woke up to find herself resting her head on Qin's strong arm. The buttons on her collar were loose, and her nipples were subtly exposed to Qin's gaze.
The following night, the hot water in the jacuzzi and Qin's caresses completely relaxed her nerves and muscles, and she became more intimate in bed, finding refuge in his chest, temporarily escaping the storms of the world.
After a few days on the island, Till realized how exhausted he truly was. It was Qin who sustained him through this difficult time. Three years ago, when she sent him to university, he was still a mere child. For years, she had focused all her attention on her husband until his accident. When Qin returned home to comfort him, she realized how much her son had grown. She could now confide in him, and the more she wanted to be close to him, the more she wanted to talk to him.
Qin also confided in her. He told her he had fallen in love with a girl in his class, written her many letters, but hadn't sent any, nor dared to ask her out. Later, a classmate from a higher grade beat him to it, and he felt heartbroken.
"Silly boy, if you love a girl, you should tell her and pursue her." "But what if she doesn't like me and rejects me? Wouldn't that be worse?" "If you don't tell her, how will she know you're interested? Don't be afraid of failure or rejection. Trying is always better than losing an opportunity. As long as you have faith, miracles can happen." "Will there be miracles?" "Yes, there will." The time spent isolated from the world, oblivious to the world around them, quickly came to an end.
"If only I could stay here forever," Till said to Qin on the day they left the island.
"We can come again." Seeing
Qin off at the door, Till felt a pang of sadness, knowing she would be fighting alone again.
As she watched him get into the car, Till called out to him, "Remember to write to me, call home." "Okay." "I'll miss you." "Me too."
Till moved closer to him, stroking Qin's chin, and said, "Didn't you shave today? You look unkempt, girls don't like that." Qin didn't reply. A moment of silence followed. Till stood on tiptoe, put her arm around Qin's shoulder, and kissed him on the cheek.
Her breasts swayed in Qin's hand through his sweater. She brushed them away, then immediately pulled them back, pressing them to her chest.
Qin hesitated for a few seconds, then shared a passionate kiss with him. Till, half-startled, pushed him away and ran back into the house.
"Mom, take care! Wait for my call tonight!" Qin said, tears welling in his eyes.
Till turned around, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.
(3) What was going to happen to her beloved
happened; first, her husband died suddenly. That was a great relief for Till. Qin rushed back for the funeral, and as soon as he entered the house, Till threw herself into his arms and cried. Since Qin left, she was full of resentment from her husband and his family.
Qin embraced the tearful girl, stroked her hair, and comforted her. He first wiped away her tears with his hands, and then kissed away the tears on her face. After the tears were kissed dry, Qin actually searched for her lips, dodged them, and chased after them again. After a chase, Qin finally captured his prey.
She needed someone to love her, cherish her, and treasure her.
Qin's kisses became deeper and longer. His unruly hands pulled up the short shirt on her skirt and searched for the bra clasp inside.
"Qin, don't do this," Till protested as she escaped the encirclement of Qin's tongue. But his hand moved downwards, sliding down her skirt, touching the coolness of her buttocks, lingering between them.
"Qin, don't do this." She dodged Qin's lingering tongue again, pulling away from his bear hug, and straightening her disheveled appearance.
"Sit down. We have many things to do."
Till reported on the funeral preparations, but Qin only saw her lips moving; he couldn't hear a word
she said. "Are you listening to me?" Till was impatient.
"Go ahead!"
The funeral was tomorrow.
That night, Till couldn't sleep. She heard Qin keeping the TV on in the living room until dawn. But she didn't dare come out to see him.
At the funeral, Qin's gaze followed her like a shadow. Till lowered her head, avoiding Qin's gaze. His gaze seemed to melt her. When their eyes met, she immediately felt naked. Qin kept trying to get closer to her, but Till avoided him.
"I have something to tell you," Qin whispered in Till's ear.
"Can we talk after the funeral?"
"We need to talk about it tonight."
The hospitality at home was over, and all the relatives and friends had left. Unable to bear the long silence, Qin moved closer to Dier, placing one hand on her arm, his gaze fixed on her eyes, and asked, "Are you afraid of me?" "What did you say?" "Why are you running away from me? You taught me that if I like a girl, I should tell her. Now I'm telling you face to face, I've fallen in love with you." "I know, you've always loved me." "Don't pretend, you know, you know what I mean." "Don't say it, it's impossible." "Impossible, but it happened. I've realized I've fallen in love with you. Now that Dad's gone, it's just the two of us, we can love each other." "But, I'm your mother!" "But I've fallen in love with you. Do you love me? Answer me, sincerely. If you don't love me, I'll give up." "Don't force me, okay?" "Tell me, do you love me or not?"
"I don't know."
"I know. You love me. We were so happy together on the island. Back at school, I talk to you on the phone every day, and I miss you every moment." "There's no future for us." "You said that miracles happen when you have faith. The impossible becomes possible. Don't you often tell me on the phone and in your letters that you miss me and love me?" "Qin, please don't pressure me like this. Your father's body is barely cold, and you're already telling me these things. I can't bear it." "Mom, people say separation is the best test. I'm leaving tomorrow. Don't come to my graduation ceremony."
"Let's separate for three months and think things through calmly. I'll be back on May 15th. If you don't want to be with me, lock the door. I'll know you don't accept my love, and I'll disappear from your sight forever." "Can't you do that?" "What else can I do? You've made me understand that if you love someone, you should let them know. Even if you fail, rejection is better than keeping it to yourself." "Qin, have you thought this through? The world is big, there are plenty of girls out there. You might not come back in three months." "I will definitely come back. Tonight, I can't stay here, right?" "This is your home, why are you leaving?" "After saying this, can I still stay here?" "You will always be my son, this is your home. Now I only have you. It's late, leave tomorrow!" "If you don't see me for three months, how can I face you again? We might never meet again.
Can I kiss you again?"
Tir didn't speak, closed her eyes, and waited for Qin's kiss.
She had refused before, but now she agreed. Qin's anger had been rewarded.
Their lips barely touched before Till recoiled, saying, "Tonight we won't do anything, just caress. Do you agree?" Till took Qin's hand and led him into the bedroom, where they slept fully clothed. Qin lifted her shirt, touching her breasts through her bra, feeling her firm nipples harden. Between her thighs, the juices of desire seeped. He tentatively unbuttoned her skirt; Till didn't protest, her hand sliding down from the waistband until it reached her mysterious triangle, where it was blocked.
"Tonight, only kissing, only caressing, nothing else." "I won't do anything you don't want to do." Qin couldn't believe it was true, but Till closed her eyes, moved closer to him, and offered her slightly parted lips. Qin held her waist, unbuttoning each button. The bra clasp loosened, the straps slipped down. Qin's tongue played with her breasts, licking the two glistening areolas, waiting, waiting for these two little flowers to bloom for him. Qin's two fingers explored the space between her labia, between her socks and panties, and she sighed rapidly, exhaling all her desires. When they
were tired of kissing and caressing, they embraced and fell asleep. But they couldn't sleep, so they kissed and caressed each other again. Until their sweet words turned into dreams, they slept for a while in a daze. When Di'er woke up, Qin had already left. His warmth still lingered on the bed.
(4) Three months after the matchmaker's marriage vow
, Di'er took Qin's hand and entered the room again.
Till closed the door, still naked and facing away from Qin, sat on the edge of the bed, pulled a robe from the drawer, put it on, and turned to Qin, saying, "Let's sleep. Your luggage won't be moved in until tomorrow."
Qin crawled into bed, and Till turned over, nestled in his arms, and fell asleep. Qin was also exhausted and overly excited, unable to sleep. The furniture in this room was the same as it had been three months ago, and the smell was the same too. Only the arrangement had changed. The faded wedding photo was no longer on the bedside table; his father and everything connected to him were gone. This drawer was the one his father used; he opened it to look... Everything inside had been cleared out, except for two or three sets of underwear, his own.
In the bathroom were two towels, a pair of toothbrushes, and a pair of men's slippers by the bed. Three months of separation had brought his relationship with Till to a new level.
He clenched his fist, waved it, and whispered to himself, "I got it." Then he whispered in Till's ear, "Till, my Till, I love you. We'll never be apart. Don't be afraid, nothing can defeat us." Till, still half asleep, heard Qin's childlike promise and smiled knowingly, for at that moment, he was the one she wanted most.
Till also slept restlessly, having several nightmares, in which she was subjected to ridicule and insults from relatives and neighbors. When she awoke, Qin was still beside her, about to wake her, saying,
"Get up quickly, we need to get going."
"Where to?" "
Our island. I booked the room we used to stay in. You've been busy with the funeral, and I've been busy with graduation; let's rest and I'll tell you my plans." Till was pulled out of bed and pushed into the bathroom. When they came out together, they both smelled the same fresh scent.
The sea breeze from the ferry carried away the hangover and nightmares. The innkeeper greeted them with a smile at the door, recognized them, said they looked well, and wished them a long and happy marriage.
In the room, Ti saw a bottle of champagne with a card that read, "Happy Honeymoon," and she finally understood what it meant.
"Hey, what are you doing? What honeymoon?"
Married for twenty-one years, she was used to the monotony of married life. Her husband was a good man, but lacked romance. The past year had been like a withered tree, until Qin returned, bringing her a second spring.
Qin said, "We need to move to the city, buy a house, find a job, and have a child." "Selling the old house, including the insurance money, we can definitely buy a house in the city. But having a child? Are you kidding me?" "I'm not kidding. You married me, so you have to have my child. I'm serious." Ti had never thought Qin wanted to talk about marriage with her.
"Who said I wanted to marry you? Who said I'd have children? Do you even know how old I am?" Qin seemed serious. Tir's reaction left him sullen all day. To cheer him up, Tir turned on the jacuzzi on the balcony after dinner. Tir went into the water wearing only a tank top, then came out again. Her body clung to the soaking wet tank top, highlighting her curves.
"Hurry up and open the champagne. Did you bring me here to throw a tantrum?" Qin arrived, completely naked, and brought two glasses of champagne, sitting down next to Tir.
"Qin, I'm sorry. I thought you were joking."
"I intend to have you by my side for life."
"Aren't I already by your side?"
"I want you to be my wife, to bear my children."
"But you've never proposed to me."
"Now, I formally propose to my beloved. Will you marry me?" "Have you thought it through?" "Three months, I've thought about it every day." "It's truly a karmic entanglement from a past life; after your husband's death, you'll remarry and marry his son." "That means you agree. Look, the moon has risen, be our witness." They drank from their cups together.
"I will be a good husband from now on. May the Old Man of the Moon be our witness, and we make this vow." "The Old Man of the Moon is senile, he's paired us up wrongly." Qin embraced his bride and gave her a deep kiss. Her soaked vest revealed Di'er's sexy breasts.
"Let's go inside."
"Right here."
"There's no cover here."
"That's right. Besides the Matchmaker, it's just you and me."
"It's too embarrassing."
Qin ignored the protests, cupped Di'er's buttocks, picked her up, spread her legs, and placed her on his thighs. He freed one hand, held his penis, and inserted it inside her.
"Oh, be gentle."
"Okay."
"After I marry you, you can't find other women, I'll be jealous!" "Of course! I'll agree to anything you want." "But I can't guarantee I can get pregnant." "Here we go again."
"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that it's not easy to have children at my age." "Okay, I'll try." "Just saying it won't make a woman pregnant." "Okay."
"Okay what?"
"So, doing it in a jacuzzi can easily lead to slipping and drowning..." "So, are we going to do it or not?" "How can we do it without force?" "What did you say?"
"You want me to be gentle." Til pinched his arm hard and said coquettishly, "If you don't do it, you're giving up." "My rights, how could I give up?" He cupped his woman's plump buttocks and inserted his penis to the end. Til hugged the man's waist tightly, her nipples embedded in his chest. The entanglement of love and desire was completely exposed to the thousand eyes of the night sky. Lips to lips, kiss after kiss, one rising and one sitting, the other thrusting and pulling, in sync with the rhythm of the waves.
With the Old Man of the Moon as our witness, mother and child are united as one, never to be separated.
May you enjoy harmonious marriage and a long and happy life together.
A happy ending!
[The End]

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