A Romantic Tale at Sea (3)

II. Mother's Thoughts (by Shen Sishui)
In the afternoon, as soon as Editor-in-Chief Luo called, Xiao Chuan rushed to Huang Jinrong's Huang Family Garden in Caohejing.
It wasn't until late at night, after a boisterous reconciliation banquet, that he took a rickshaw home along Avenue Joffre.
The tall sycamore trees blocked the light from the streetlights, and the rickshaw driver jogged along.
In the distance, near Jing'an Temple, the neon lights of the Paramount Ballroom flickered with changing fluorescent colors, and faint music drifted over:
"Shanghai at night, Shanghai at night, you too are a city that never sleeps. The lights come on... and the music and dance are in full swing. The wine doesn't intoxicate, it's the people who are truly captivated."
Drunk, reckless and dissolute, squandering my youth...
Upon reaching the alleyway entrance, after dismissing the driver, Xiao Chuan glanced around and saw that the alleyway was sparsely lit; everyone was hurrying...
I'm going to sleep.
"ah……"
Xiao Chuan yawned deeply. "I'm so tired! Let's wash our faces and feet and go to bed."
The house was also dark.
Mom and my little sister are probably asleep by now!
Xiao Chuan didn't turn on the lights, tossed his briefcase onto the octagonal table in the living room, and tiptoed to the stove behind.
Walk away.
With a "snap!" the light was switched on, but all that followed was a scream of "Whoa!" which startled Xiaochuan.
Jump.
Under the dim light, the small kitchen was filled with steam, like wisps of gauze floating in the air.
A snow-white body, wrapped in a light veil, turned around abruptly, its arms crossed.
"You scared me to death! It's you!"
It turned out that Mom was taking a shower.
Ailan let out a long sigh: "Why did you come in without saying a word?"
Upon seeing that it was her son, Ailan lowered her arm from her chest and casually covered her lower body with a towel.
A crucial place.
Xiao Chuan glanced at his mother's body, then quickly lowered his eyes, his heart pounding wildly.
Partly because I was genuinely startled, and partly because I couldn't help but be moved by my mother's naked body.
Although my mother is already a grandmother, she is only a few years old because she and I married and had children early.
Thirty-six years old.
Women from Jiangnan, especially those from wealthy families, are good at maintaining their appearance; my mother's figure is still extremely beautiful.
Wonderful: Rounded, sloping shoulders, arms like tender lotus roots, and a pair of large, firm breasts that trembled like freshly peeled chickens.
Her breasts were tender and soft, with two bright red nipples like grapes ready to be picked; her waist was slender, as if the wind could break it; her waist was wide...
Wide hips connect to slender yet full long legs...
A strange feeling welled up inside him, and his lower body reacted in an unusual way, but Xiaochuan kept apologizing.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't hear anything, so I came in. I...I'll just..."
Go outside. Take your time washing.
"Never mind," Ailan stared intently at her beloved son for a few moments, then turned her back to him and sat back down in the bathtub.
"I was thinking of soaking for a while, that's why I didn't make a sound."
Ogawa was still a little embarrassed, and turned around to say, "I'm going out. Call me when you're done washing."
"When you come, could you please rub my back? Mom is getting old and her hands and feet aren't very nimble anymore, so it's very inconvenient for her to rub her back."
"This...isn't that a bit inconvenient?"
Although Ogawa really wanted to admire his mother's mature, naked body again, he was still intimidated by her request.
He started to stutter.
"What are you afraid of? You crawled out of your mother's belly, not some random guy outside! Besides, you yourself..."
"You're a grown man now, it's not like it's the first time you've seen a naked woman. Are you afraid your mother will eat you?"
Ogawa composed himself, took off his coat, hung it on the hook behind the kitchen door, and then pulled up a small stool.
She sat down behind her mother.
Ailan handed over a piece of loofah fiber.
Ogawa caught a glimpse of his mother's rounded breasts from under her armpit, then silently took the...
I used the loofah fibers to scrub my mother's back.
Stroking his mother's fair and smooth skin, Xiaochuan exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "Mom, your skin is so beautiful!"
"Your skin is even smoother and more delicate than a twenty-year-old girl's. And you were just saying you were old!"
"You little rascal, your lips are getting more and more cunning! You're all so clever and deceitful!"
"Did the girl end up in your mother's body?"
"Mom..."
Xiao Chuan held his mother's smooth, soft shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand, he used a loofah sponge to stroke along her spine, as if...
She rubbed Meiyu's back, saying, "I really wasn't lying. Look, your skin is so white and smooth, I believe..."
"None of the girls I know has skin as good as yours."
Ailan is giving her son a very comfortable massage.
With her eyes closed, she fully enjoyed the rare pampering from her son, her mouth involuntarily responding to his up-and-down rubbing.
He let out a soft humming sound: "...Hmm...a little to the side...yes, yes...how many women have you actually seen?"
The skin? Just say that… ah… here… okay… besides, the skin on my back has always been inside my clothes.
Maybe it looks better than girls in their twenties showing their skin. Don't you think so?
Xiao Chuan was a little unconvinced. He put down the loofah sponge and stroked his mother's shoulder blades down with both hands.
Go: "Mom, what I saw wasn't just the skin on her face and hands that were exposed, it was... well, you know."
The little girl's skin underneath her clothes.
When her son's large, gentle hand touched her back, Ailan's muscles involuntarily tensed, though she felt...
I felt it was inappropriate, but I couldn't bear to refuse: "It's Fourth Road (now Fuzhou Road in Shanghai, which used to be a brothel)."
The "Changsan" (Changsan Tangzi) was a high-class brothel on Fourth Road, hence it was always referred to as "Changsan" at that time.
(Are you referring to a high-class prostitute, or a hostess from the Paramount Ballroom? Comparing my mother to those kinds of women?)
"Mom, don't you know what kind of person your son is? How could I go to a place like Fourth Road?!"
Even when going to the Paramount Ballroom, it was always self-service (meaning bringing your own women to dance).
For some reason, Ailan felt a pang of jealousy and pouted, "Hmph! You're really going too far. (Referring to the mother...)"
"Compare Mom to your lover."
The conversation between the mother and son had escalated to the point where it no longer resembled a dialogue between mother and son, but rather a flirtatious exchange between a man and a woman.
.
Especially Ailan's coquettish tone made Xiaochuan feel as if his mother, Ailan, was his lover.
Sleep.
His heart skipped a beat, and his hands, which were caressing Ailan's waist, tightened, pulling Guangguang's biological mother into his arms: "Mother..."
Mom, they are my girlfriends, not lovers. But anyway, none of them are...
"Comparable to you..."
"If I don't marry you but sleep with you, what else would I be but a lover?"
Ailan's eyes also became a little dazed. "How many...girlfriends do you have?"
She struggled for a few moments, then relaxed and leaned her wet back against her son's chest.
Xiao Chuan couldn't help but hug his mother's naked body tightly, his hands kneading her flat, soft belly.
Touching him, he said, "A lot, that's because your son is capable."
"No matter how capable you are, it's useless if no one is willing to marry you."
Ailan rested her head on her son's shoulder and said, slightly out of breath.
"None of them have a face as beautiful as yours, Mom, with such long hair and such a slender waist."
Such smooth skin, such large, such round... breasts..."
"You're going to die! Let go! Where are you touching?"
Ailan then noticed that her son's hand was already kneading her breast, and she quickly tried to push it away.
The devil's hand.
"Mom, I'm your son."
Xiaochuan pushed his mother's hand away. "Haven't I touched this place often since I was little, and often sucked on it with my mouth?"
Ailan's breathing quickened as her son touched her: "Don't do this. You're already in your early twenties."
My son is three years old now. He shouldn't touch his mother's body anymore.
"I'm still your son. From the time you were fifteen when you gave birth to me until now, I will always be your son. Son pats Mom."
What's wrong with the place where his mother nursed him?
As he spoke, Xiaochuan covered one of his mother's breasts with both hands and gently rubbed it.
After resisting for a while, Ailan had no choice but to acknowledge her son.
But she still wanted to maintain a bit of maternal reserve: "Okay, I'll hug you for a little while. But... no..."
"You need to touch...other...other places."
"Other places? Where is Mom?"
“I’m not talking to you anymore,” Ailan said, desperately grabbing her son’s hand that was trying to slide downwards. “The more I talk, the worse it gets.”
It's done. Okay, just hold Mom like this for a bit... and that'll be fine.
Holding his mother like this, kneading her full and firm breasts, Xiao Chuan found himself unable to control himself.
.
He turned his head and took his mother's earlobe in his mouth, gently beginning to suckle.
Ailan's face was flushed.
I just wanted my son to rub my back, how did it turn out like this?
I felt that every sweet word and every gentle gesture from my son filled the hazy feeling in my heart.
A vague longing, yet every crack in my heart felt soothed and comforted by my son's tenderness...
Is she thinking about men?
I long for a man's shoulder, a man's embrace, a man's large hands, a man's...
However, Xiaochuan's father has been dead for ten years, and she has never been attracted to any man!
But today, my son touched my heartstrings.
Ogawa kissed his mother's delicate, burning cheeks and kneaded her round, full breasts, but his heart had no other thoughts.
Any distracting thoughts.
He felt that the woman in his arms was not only his biological mother, but also a beautiful young woman with a heart full of longing.
Just like his lovers, they need his tender caresses.
At the age of 17, he married his childhood fiancée at his mother's behest.
The following year, his wife died of scarlet fever after giving birth to their daughter, Liting.
At this time, he joined a small newspaper in which his family owned shares.
With his talent, Ogawa became a renowned quick-draw writer in the newspaper industry before he was even 20, and at the same time won...
She won the hearts of many women.
Among his lovers were newspaper colleagues, tycoons' mistresses, actresses he had interviewed, and minor celebrities, but from...
He never even considered harming his own mother.
Although my mother is also very beautiful, she is still the mother who gave birth to me and raised me.
But today is a little different...
Without thinking it through, he used his tried-and-true flirting tactics on his mother.
My mother's cheeks are so smooth, and her red lips must be even more delicate.
Without hesitation, he pressed his lips to his mother's bright red lips.
Ailan closed her eyes, letting her son do as he pleased.
But when her son's nimble tongue squeezed into her teeth, teasing her tongue, this unprecedented sensation...
But then she suddenly woke up.
"No, no..."
Ailan suddenly struggled out of her son's arms, leaping out of the bathtub dripping wet, revealing her plump and soft...
Her tender, round buttocks were exposed to her son's eyes.
Ogawa was taken aback. How could his mother, who had just been so docile and allowed him to take liberties with her, react so violently?
strong?
"Mom, what's wrong?"
Ailan's body twitched, and she lowered her head, sighing softly, "Xiaochuan, I...I after all...after all..."
"She's your mother, not your lover...girlfriend...don't treat Mom like this..."
Ogawa paused for a moment, wanting to say something, but remained silent.
After a while, he picked up a towel and said, "Mom, sit down. You'll catch a cold if you stand for too long."
"...Forget it. I was basically done washing up before you got back."
Ogawa soaked the towel in hot water and wrung it out: "Then, let me dry you off."
Ailan suddenly turned to face her son: "Xiaochuan, don't... do that to Mom again. Mom..."
I can't stand it! After all... after all, I'm your mother.
Xiao Chuan forced himself to avoid staring at his mother's dark triangle of skin, nodded, and unfolded the towel to begin...
I wiped my mother's body.
Ailan was a little afraid to face her handsome son, so she closed her eyes and let him do as he pleased.
Mom's shoulders felt a little cold.
Water droplets trickled down his neck and shoulders.
Her mother's hair, disheveled from the recent intimacy, now cascaded down her back and chest, with a few long strands covering her face.
The nipple.
Xiao Chuan lifted his mother's long hair that hung down to her chest and gently tucked it behind Ai Lan's back.
Ailan's body trembled involuntarily.
Xiaochuan wiped his mother's chest with the towel; her two large breasts still gleamed in the dim light.
White light.
A snow-white towel separated the son's palm from the mother's breast with a thin layer.
But Ogawa could still clearly feel that his mother's two full and very elastic mounds were hard and erect.
The nipple trembled incessantly with the mother's rapid breathing.
Xiao Chuan didn't dare linger. He quickly dried his hands and then applied the ointment to his mother's armpits.
As Xiaochuan's hand moved towards below his mother's navel, after wiping her smooth, flat abdomen dry, Ailan...
Her face flushed, she stopped her son and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "No... let Mom do it herself. You..."
…Could you help Mom wipe her back…?
Xiao Chuan silently moved behind his mother.
The moisture there had long been absorbed by his shirt, except for the area below his waist and buttocks where he had been sitting in the water.
There were traces of water remaining.
After gently wiping his mother's upper body, Xiao Chuan moved his towel-wrapped hand to his mother's bottom.
As he was tracing the round curve, Xiaochuan noticed his mother's bottom move, and a flash of white quickly appeared from...
It flashed by in the cleft of Mom's buttocks.
A sudden surge of emotion welled up within him. "Mom is wiping her...genitals..."
The lust that his mother had just suppressed reignited, and his swollen penis bulged against his pants.
Set up a taller tent.
He couldn't resist pulling his mother into his arms again.
Ailan was also torn between her inner turmoil and her inner turmoil, feeling as if she had a little deer jumping around in her heart.
The sound of his son's rapid breathing filled his ears, the masculine scent of his breath clung to his cheeks, and his broad back pressed against his shoulder.
On his chest and abdomen were his son's large, burning hands.
Although her son's hand wasn't on her breasts at that moment, his buttocks were hard against her.
A long and thick thing...
"No... I'll go crazy if this continues... having sex with my son... that's incest, it'll be punished by heaven!"
"That rotten, filthy seafood soup...that was burned by heavenly fire..."
Finally, she made up her mind and gently pushed her son away: "Bring Mommy her bathrobe. I'm done washing."
..."
Watching his mother's hurried departure, Xiao Chuan was somewhat stunned.
I've been looking at my mother's back for at least twenty years, so why does it move me so much tonight?
A mother is still a mother!
No matter how beautiful your mother is, she is still the mother who gave birth to you and raised you!
It would be blasphemy to have sexual urges towards one's mother's body!
With a nervous heart, Xiao Chuan poured out his mother's bathwater, poured some hot water from the thermos, and casually washed himself.
After doing that, they tidied up and went upstairs.
I don't know how the battle between lust and reason will end, but Xiaochuan's mind is in complete turmoil.
Xiao Chuan didn't even know what he was thinking; his mind was just blank and restless.
When he got to his room, he took off his clothes, changed into pajamas, and lay down on the bed, but then felt a wave of annoyance.
He sat up, then fell back down; after falling down, he sat up again.
After this happened several times, Ogawa cursed, "Damn it! What am I worth today?"
(What's wrong with me today?)
So he simply got up and paced back and forth in the room.
"Never mind, I'd better go check on how my daughter is sleeping."
He had only taken a few steps after turning out of the corridor when he slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory! Didn't Tingting go to kindergarten today?"
Have you enrolled in daycare yet?
So he turned around and walked back, only to find a sliver of light coming from his sister Xiaojuan's room.
"Sister, how can you still be awake so late?"
Xiao Chuan pushed open the slightly ajar door and peeked out to ask.

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