Beautiful Mother's Kind Heart

"...Alright, from now on, just treat whatever they say as a joke. You need to learn to listen to what's right, understand?

In our profession, having a tolerant heart is the most important thing! After all, patients' families also have their difficulties. Who can be in a good mood seeing their sick family member every day? Your skills and professional qualities are good. Keep up the good work, and you will become an excellent angel in white. Angels are so pure and holy,

how can they be compared to those ordinary people? How can they touch our strong inner beliefs? These are all words of experience, child. Do you think my ears were so peaceful when I was your age? As a head nurse, I don't know how many scoldings I received! Only by experiencing extraordinary hardships can you taste a special kind of sweetness in the future, understand, child?" She spoke gently and patiently, her face always carrying a kind and compassionate expression, truly as holy as an angel, possessing a great love to save all living beings.

Carrying a bucket of steaming hot corn porridge, the young man walked to the office door, and this was the scene that greeted his eyes.

The composed and reserved head nurse was providing psychological counseling to her subordinate, a young woman in her early twenties, patiently comforting her with genuine care.

The mother, her head tilted to the side, let a strand of hair, like a crescent moon, peek out from her small, white nurse's cap, falling loosely over her forehead. Her large, bright eyes, filled with warmth, were intently watching the young woman before her. In those eyes was the care a superior should show to her subordinate, the deep concern and dedication of an elder for her younger colleague.

The mother's serious attitude towards her work was truly beautiful, incredibly captivating.

"Kids these days, all of them are so spoiled! They can't stand being criticized and come running to me to complain! But it's true, this era is so good, that's why you're so happy. You've never experienced being looked down upon or scolded growing up, especially you 90s kids, you're practically living in a honey pot, spoiled rotten. I'm afraid fewer and fewer people will want to be nurses in the future!" After the young nurse, her eyes still red and teary, left the office and thanked the head nurse, Ni Jie stretched her neck to loosen her muscles. After sitting at her desk for over half an hour and talking so much, she was a little tired and her mouth was dry. While

talking to her son, a glass of warm water with red dates and goji berries was promptly placed on her desk and pushed towards her.

She smiled slightly, a look of satisfaction and contentment on her face. Look at how well mother and son understood each other now; a single glance, a single gesture, and they knew each other's thoughts and feelings—how perfectly in sync they were!

"Didn't you take your aunt home? Why did you come back? What time is it? Go home and sleep!

You have to get up early tomorrow to pick up your aunt and mom from work!" Ni Jie held a warm cup of water in both hands, raising her smiling eyes to ask her son.

"Mom didn't eat enough tonight, did she? Although she didn't say anything, I still know. The rice was a bit hard, and Mom doesn't like it! It was my mistake, so how could I not care about Mom?" The boy glanced at his mother with a smile, a smug look on his face that said, "I'm like a little worm in Mom's belly, I know everything." Then he deftly unscrewed the thermos and took out a bowl of golden, soft rice porridge. A few tender yellow corn kernels floated on the smooth, translucent rice water, each one plump and appetizing.

Corn and rock sugar porridge was Mom's favorite, her most cherished dessert.

"You're going to spoil Mom like this all the time! See how you feed Mom like this every night from now on, you'll make Mom's tummy bulge, and then Mom won't hold you accountable! Humph!" Her pink lips pouted playfully, forming an endearing and adorable curve. Mom, mimicking him, responded with the same smug smile and expression.

Before Mom could react, her smooth lips were suddenly attacked by her son.

Mom was actually being affectionate with him! How could he let such a beautiful, radiant mother go?

Realizing what was happening, Ni Jie slowly returned the kiss. The mother and son kissed, and the young man didn't immediately leave like a thief. Although they were in his mother's office, the prescient man had already taken precautions. Just moments before, as the young nurse stepped out the door, he followed closely behind and locked the office door. Since it was just the two of them in the same room, and he was facing such a beautiful mother, he wasn't sure what he might do—whether it was flirting, playing, or chatting—he couldn't be sure if he would do something he didn't want anyone to see, driven by his masculine impulses.

And now, this scene was exactly what he had envisioned, turning his desires into reality.

Kissing his mother in different locations, making their intimacy ubiquitous.

This was also the reason he had politely declined his aunt's offer to stay overnight at her house, and then secretly returned to see his mother. For two days, ever since his cousin Shen Kuo had accidentally broken his arm, resulting in a moderate fracture, he and his mother had been running around taking care of him. At the hospital, his mother helped look after him, while he took his aunt around, helping her with various procedures and taking her home at night. Of course, sometimes he would sleep at his aunt's house, only to have to get up early the next morning to rush home and pick up his mother for work. He didn't even get to sleep in. As you can imagine, with his non-stop busyness, he and his mother had seen each other very little. In more than forty hours, the mother and son had hardly had any opportunity to be close or engage in any intimate interactions.

For example, now, he had finally kissed his mother again, turning his urgent longing into action once more, finally tasting his mother's lips, and at the same time, conveying his feelings to this beautiful woman without reservation.

His hot, thirsty lips completely sealed his mother's, a powerful press and interactive embrace, their lips meeting without a single gap. They let their tongues and breaths feast on each other's breath and warmth, so forcefully and greedily wanting each other.

Like her son, Ni Jie's longing for him surged like a small flame, making her burn with desire. Her heart was churning. Unconsciously, her arms rose to gently encircle her son's neck, performing an intimate gesture that every young girl in the throes of passionate love would inevitably make during a kiss.

With a shy blush and her head slightly tilted back, her lips were kissed by her son for quite a while. It was time to stop, so she did what a young girl would do again, gently pushing her son away, ending this sweet "surprise attack."

Her son, this young man, was truly bold! In the office, he dared to so brazenly ambush her, kissing his mother so passionately! Her lips were still burning hot. She raised her bright eyes and shyly glanced at his handsome, flushed face. Ni Jie thought to herself, feeling a surge of secret joy and excitement.

"Don't do that again! It's dangerous. This is Mom's office, after all..." Trying to cover it up, she lowered her head to straighten her white nurse's uniform, gently stroking her high, rounded breasts. Ni Jie, completely unaware of the door, lectured her son, her words clearly lacking confidence and unconvincingly weak.

"Mom, you still owe me a good time. When are you going to pay me back, Mom? If it's inconvenient, you can pay me in installments now. I'm easy to talk to, Mom!" A loose strand of hair at her temple was gently tucked behind her ear by a large hand. Her son wasn't far away. The heat of his breath, the warmth of his breath, still clung to her flushed face, absorbed by her dilated pores.

"You naughty baby, you little troublemaker! What does Mommy owe you? Everything you have was given to you by Mommy.

And you still want things from Mommy, humph, you have no conscience!" Ni Jie said in a clear voice, pretending to be confused, her cute nose twitching.

"Wow! Mom, are you really trying to renege on your debt? The most important thing in life is to be happy! Keeping your word and paying back debts makes things easier for you, doesn't it? Mom, since your memory is so bad, I'll have to give you a hint. For example, the morning before last, a loving mother and son were naked in a warm, cozy bed. They were embracing, and the son was rubbing the mother's warm, big bottom against her chest. Mom, tell me, how alluring was that mother? And that mother..." Her little hand was on a certain spot, that spot... but that spot was her son's precious treasure, that warm, hard feeling, it fascinated her! The mother, with her large, white breasts, was rubbing and rubbing that spot on her son, and she even touched his testicles! That morning, the mother almost... "Shut up, don't say another word!" A slender finger reached out and firmly pressed down on her mouth, which seemed to be spouting nonsense but was actually telling the truth.

Ni Jie was utterly ashamed; even the finger pressing down on her son seemed to have been dipped in dye, a blush so obvious, so impossible to hide.

She hadn't expected that those scenes, all the embarrassing moments from that morning, would be so captivating and alluring when told by her son, that little lecher, in his carefree recounting. So engrossed was she, listening intently and fascinated, that she only snapped out of her reverie when he was almost finished. She interrupted him, her face flushed with resentment and anger, cutting off his lewd talk.

Then, without hesitation, she stood up, pulled her son up, and dragged him away from her desk. With a shove and a shove, she pushed the now-annoying little rascal to the door, effectively ordering him to leave.

"Hurry up, go home and get some sleep! Doesn't Kuo Kuo remember why he fell and got injured? He was working hard at the factory the day before and didn't get enough rest. He was groggy the next day and wasn't paying attention, so he fell off the workbench. Go home and get some sleep, don't worry your mother!" Casually making up a reason for the mother and son to be separated, Ni Jie pushed him out the door, seeing her son's bewildered face.

But for the first time, she didn't open the door easily; somehow, the office door was locked from the inside.

She frantically opened and closed the door, finally creating an invisible distance between them. Ni Jie, her breasts already swollen, let her proud, soft chest heave violently. She turned and leaned heavily against the door, unable to calm down for a long time.

This was her office, the place where she, a head nurse, diligently worked every day, a testament to her decades of hard work. And just now, she and her son had been so reckless, passionately kissing and discussing incredibly erotic topics. No, no! This was too dangerous!

She chased her son away, trying to calm herself down.

However, this was hardly effective, because waves of energy were still strongly stimulating her, making her heart flutter and her mind wander. For a moment, she couldn't suppress the overwhelming yet shyly warm memories, the moment she truly felt the morning arousal of a young man beside her.

Her son was aroused by his sexy mother.

She was moved by the son sleeping beside her.

For the first time, mother and son slept so soundly. Ni Jie slowly woke up; her son looked at her with tender affection, and she looked back at him with deep affection.

A bed, a naked mother and son in love—that was the most blissful moment, the most beautiful scene in the world. No words were needed; at that instant, mother and son both felt the same way.

They shared this thought because they were naked, embracing each other, their arms around each other's most beloved bodies, offering each other their most fervent emotions.

And in the warm sunlight-drenched bed, their two beautiful, naked bodies, with the slightest movement, or even the unconscious soft breathing, could clearly feel the smoothness, the warmth, and the comfort. Every movement brought forth the beauty of their own bodies, the impact on each other, allowing them to experience the endless bliss of sleeping in the same bed with their loved one, waking up in each other's arms.

Those soft, fleshy mounds of flesh, even with the softest breath, caused waves of full breast flesh to ripple, rising and falling gently, rubbing against the young man's chest. The chain reaction was that his manhood rapidly swelled, enlarged, and hardened beneath the covers.

It's easy to imagine a young boy's penis becoming erect instantly; uncontrollable morning erections are perfectly normal. But at that moment, embracing his naked mother, his large-breasted mother, that smooth, sexy woman, he received a significant boost, a top-tier enhancement. His penis

, erect so quickly! It's something women especially love.

And of course, given her role as a mother, her son's performance made her incredibly proud.

"Did you sleep well, Mom?" her son asked softly.

She was already awake, but didn't speak. It turned out her son knew everything.

She remained silent, embarrassed to answer him, since she was completely naked!

But her next move was more alluring than any sweet words or whispered sweet nothings, more captivating to her son's attention and tactile senses.

In the warm, cozy bed, on the smooth sheets, her soft, silky body shifted slightly, and her delicate, soft flesh inevitably brushed against his chest. The trembling, gentle touch sent a wave of pleasure through her son.

Uncontrollably, instantly, the woman received the signal; her full, plump mons pubis was immediately stimulated, and her son's large, erect penis twitched, playfully teasing her hairy crotch.

"Mommy, my penis is hard..." he murmured again.

Son, why is this? Why do you like to say such vulgar and lewd things when you're naked with her?

"Hmph, Mommy doesn't care about you, you filthy little brat! Mommy's ignoring you!" She lowered her head again, completely obscuring her face from the little man's view, and nestled against his broad, warm chest.

Her soft lips pressed against her son's skin, just as her large breasts had clung tightly to him moments before. Her voice was muffled and husky, filled with boundless shyness.

"Mom, don't you care? Don't you care? Don't you care..."

Suddenly, the burning and hard sensation in her private parts intensified, like a raging torrent crashing over her. Her son had actually lifted her plump, white, and smooth buttocks, his thick, hot penis lying horizontally between her legs, rubbing vigorously against her protruding, full vulva. With the frequency of his words, his uncontrollable, playful penis trembled on her soft, warm labia, the unconscious throbbing and touching now more than twice as intense as before.

Fortunately, her son's large penis was lying horizontally, and fortunately, her thighs were extremely full, thus gripping his genitals fairly tightly. Otherwise, with those few forceful thrusts and that deliberate playfulness, the woman, her mother, would have had her fortress breached and lost its defenses in an instant.

The hard, thick glans was pressed against her labia majora, almost forcing open her tightly closed slits and sliding into her wet, hot vagina.

At that moment, mother and son were only a step away from intercourse, a mere thought away.

"Stop it! That was so dangerous!"

A sharp cry escaped the woman's usually gentle lips, echoing in the warm and intimate bedroom, instantly halting the passionate thrusting under the covers.

The woman looked up, her face devoid of any tenderness or affection; instead, a clear anger was visible on her fair and beautiful features. She glared at her son, her bright, clear eyes blazing with fury.

The trust and dependence of the previous night had vanished. She felt her son was taking advantage of her vulnerability, wanting to possess her unintentionally, to have a fait accompli with his mother without any emotional connection, to rush into sexual intercourse with her!

She was enraged by this blatant disrespect.

At the same time, she startled her son, leaving him stunned.

"Mom...I'm sorry, I...I was wrong! Mom, it's all my fault, I was so inconsiderate! I'm so sorry, Mom!" Suddenly, the boy who had been so playful just moments before was flushed, his face filled with shame, guilt, and self-reproach. He abruptly released his mother's warm, white body, then moved closer to the edge of the bed, completely separating their naked bodies and maintaining a distance of about half a meter.

In the warm bed,

their boundaries were clearly defined. The loving, naked mother and son had drawn a line.

The son had completely lowered his head, not daring to look at her. His lips were moving slightly, silently rubbing together, tightly pressed together. Ni Jie quietly watched her child. She knew that this was the innocent expression her son wore when he was deeply wronged but didn't want to confide in her or defend himself—a pitiful little face, just like when he was little and didn't want to go to kindergarten, and wanted to sleep with his mother every night, but was afraid of upsetting her, so he had to endure it himself.

This child really hasn't grown up yet!

Perhaps, he really hasn't grown up, he's still that little darling by her side, which is why he acted on a whim, why he played around with her without a care in the world, why he was so uninhibited in his play with his naked mother, clinging to her and snuggling up to her, making more intimate gestures with his mother without any restraint. Even if it was inappropriate, even if it was out of place, it truly came from the purest and clearest heart of a son, from the purest intention of a child, his innate love for his mother.

After all, just now, at that distance, in that instant when the hot, hard object touched and rubbed against her soft labia, the bed was filled with boundless lust. The mother and son were both so sexually aroused, almost bursting with desire. If the son had intended it then, if he had planned it beforehand, lying on his side, he could have simply placed his hand between his legs, pretending to casually touch his own penis, or feigning to caress her vulva, and adjusted the angle of his large, aroused glans to insert it, thus confirming their incestuous relationship and achieving intercourse. He would have done it effortlessly, in an instant. Why go through all that trouble? And why let me see through his act and catch him red-handed?

And at that moment, the expression on her son's face was the best proof. He lowered his head, his lips drooping, silent and obedient. Clearly, it wasn't the evasiveness of someone caught doing something wrong, nor the shame of having his secret exposed, nor the feeling of utter disgrace. It was simply pure guilt and remorse. He had angered his mother, so he felt guilty; he shouldn't have acted so recklessly, so he felt remorse.

It seemed she had truly been wrong, using suspicion to doubt her son and wrongly accusing her precious child, causing this innocent and honest boy to be so helpless and panicked.

It was evident that her heartache, the wound torn open by another man, hadn't fully healed. In crucial moments, she would uncontrollably pull it out as a last resort, using suspicion and subconscious thinking to guard against all men, including, of course, her own son.

Heartache is the most intractable and difficult-to-cure disease. She never knew when her old illness might relapse and wreak havoc.

But at that moment, compared to her heartache, what pained her most was her son, that good child who had been wrongly accused and frightened by her, her good child.

The woman pursed her dry lips, and then, she shifted her pale body under the covers closer to her son, opening her arms to embrace his head. Immediately, she felt a steady rise and fall of her warm breasts, a quiet breath. It seemed her son was truly frightened. Even though her soft breasts were pressed against him again, and she generously offered him the pleasure, her son remained unmoved and did not overstep his bounds again.

She raised her soft, gentle hand and stroked her son's short, stiff hair. Then, her hand slowly slid down, her warm palm caressing his eyebrows, his straight nose, his broad shoulders, and his strong arms. Finally, under the covers, she touched her son's restless yet honest hand. Without looking, her thumb slipped into his palm, tracing the lines of his skin back and forth.

"Mom, I won't do it again. I know I was wrong, Mom, I'm sorry!" Perhaps seeing that she had calmed down and was taking the initiative to be close to him, the woman saw her son speak first, apologizing to her with utmost sincerity and making a solemn promise.

A gentle smile, like the soft sunlight of spring, a warmth that could melt away all things. Then, the mother naturally took her son's hand, guiding it to her firm, full breasts, letting his strong, dry hand cover that soft mound of flesh. The mother wanted to give him the best, to give him the best compensation. His

large, white breasts were completely in his palms, and the son remained well-behaved and obedient. At that moment, the son was just like he was when he was a child, snuggling against his mother, insisting on touching her breasts to sleep, pouting his childish little mouth, too shy to say it directly, his face turning red—a truly childlike and adorable sight. His

fair body emerged from under the covers, and once again, in the warm air of the bedroom, he was naked before that young man.

Her snow-white, full breasts hung loosely on her chest, two soft mounds of white flesh. The woman seemed oblivious to her allure; her long, flowing hair cascaded lazily over her rounded, delicate shoulders and swayed over her firm, tender breasts. Her smooth, soft body leaned languidly against the headboard. In that moment, she evoked in any man what kind of sexual urges he might have, how he might be unable to resist.

Then, she gently raised her arm, shifting it slightly to encircle her son's entire upper body, pulling him naked into her embrace. Holding him close, she then raised her other arm to support his large head, moving it slightly so that his warm face rested heavily against her soft breasts, his entire head nestled against them.

She was completely different from the demure woman she had been the night before. Nestled in her son's arms, she was tender and alluring, yet she had transformed back into a mother—a rational, independent, and composed mother, a mature woman.

"Son, were you scared just now? To be honest, Mommy was scared too! That fear was purely a woman's instinct, probably just a desire to protect myself. Baby, Mommy also wants to apologize to you. I'm sorry, son, Mommy really didn't mean to do that to you!" Her smooth, white fingers moved up and down, stroking her son's clean cheek with her fingertips, gently caressing her precious son.

"Son, can you understand? Even now, Mom still can't believe that we really slept together! Of course, 'slept together' is just a simple word, it doesn't have any other meaning, just like when you were little and slept with your mom and dad, but... but last night... last night we slept together..." At this point, and looking at herself, completely naked, holding her equally naked adult son, a young boy with an erect penis pressed against her nipples, and just now, rubbing against her private parts, the woman really couldn't continue.

It had no meaning, yet it was more maddening than any meaning. They did nothing but sleep, but they truly did everything—adult games, the unbridled indulgence of naked men and women. Mother and son experienced it all, completely immersed in that vortex of pleasure, letting themselves sink deeper.

So, at this point, she herself stammered. Those minute details, even as a mother, made her blush and feel a surge of shame, just recalling them.

She raised her hand, gently brushing aside a strand of long hair at her temple, then rubbed her feverish face to calm herself.

[The End]

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