An incestuous relationship with her mother

Back at my apartment, Mom frowned again. "It's so dirty, Xiao Lei, how can you live like this?" "I think it's alright," I smiled sheepishly. A bachelor's place is never very tidy, but Mom, who's used to cleanliness, couldn't stand it.
"These socks haven't been washed for days?... Oh dear, why are so many tissues left in the room?" Mom covered her nose, asking curiously.
"The tissues I used with Mom last time... you know, I haven't cleaned them up yet." I quickly started tidying up.
"Xiao Lei is so naughty..." Mom also remembered how passionate she was in the video call last time, and blushed deeply.
It had been over a year since I'd seen Mom. Looking at her charming and alluring appearance, I was instantly aroused and wanted to make love to her. But Mom hugged her chest tightly, her pretty face flushed, and looked at me hesitantly with a smile:
"Xiao... Xiao Lei, let's not... okay?"
It was the middle of the month... I was a little confused. Mom glanced at me shyly, then quickly looked away.
"I'm sorry..."
I smiled and said, "Mom, are your periods irregular? You should see a doctor." "No..."
"Then why not? I really want Mom." I tried to hug her again.
Mom nervously pushed my hands away. "No, Xiaolei, can we really... really get married?" "Of course, it's a visa application, right? Can you understand it?" "I can basically understand it..."
"That's good then... We can register our marriage tomorrow." "Then... can we wait until our wedding day to give it to Xiaolei?" Mom asked tentatively.
"Okay." I was a little surprised, but Mom lowered her head and said softly, "Xiao Lei... don't think too much about it, you'll know when the day comes."
"Okay, then I'll give Mom a kiss."
Then Mom wanted to help me tidy up the place, but I quickly said, "No need, we'll move out right away." "Where to?"
"I've been looking at a house lately, it's not expensive, I'm thinking of taking out a loan to buy it. Shall I take Mom to see it tomorrow?"
"Huh? Houses in China are so expensive now, aren't houses in America even more expensive?" "It's alright, only $150,000." I laughed.
"Then it must be very small." Mom looked at me incredulously.
"It's not small at all, it's two stories with a garden and lawn, each floor is over a hundred square meters." I had seen that little house, and it really suited my taste.
"How is that possible? Only... one million RMB?" Mom was even more surprised.
"Really, it's just far from the city, it's more like a town. But I like quiet, and we don't need too many neighbors, right... It's not far from my workplace, I work in the suburbs, it's only a half-hour drive away."
Mom looked at me blankly, she looked so cute. Suddenly, she shook her head: "How could this be? Our two-bedroom apartment sold for over 100,000 yuan..."
"Alright, you'll believe it when you see it tomorrow."
Mom didn't rest in the afternoon, helping me tidy up my place a bit. Soon, the sun was setting again, and we went out for dinner together.
It was another Western restaurant, quiet and relaxing. After a cozy dinner accompanied by piano music, I didn't leave immediately. Instead, I took out a small brocade box: "Mom, I haven't formally proposed to you yet..." As I spoke, I opened the box, and inside lay the diamond ring I had bought in advance.
The dim light shimmered in the sparkling diamond. Holding the ring, I walked to Mom's side and knelt down on one knee:
"Xiaohui, marry me."
Mom was initially at a loss. When we are bystanders, such scenes often seem melodramatic, but if it really happened to us, we would only feel breathless with happiness. So I could see tears welling up in Mom's eyes, and she choked up, unable to speak.
"Marry me, Xiaohui, be my wife," I asked again. Soft applause sounded behind me. I turned around and saw a young couple smiling at us. The woman clapped gently, while the man raised his glass to me. The waiter was also watching me from a distance, his face beaming.
Turning back, I saw tears filling my mother's beautiful eyes. She suddenly lowered her head, sniffed, and said, "Okay..."
Still kneeling, I gently took my mother's left hand, lowered my head, and lightly kissed the smooth back of her hand. Then I took the ring and slipped it onto her ring finger. My mother grabbed my hand immediately, managed a weak laugh, and said, "Xiao Lei!..." Then she looked at the ring and burst into tears.
I stood up, pulled my mother's head to my chest, gently stroked her soft hair, and whispered, "Don't cry..."
The applause started again, and the piano music had changed to "Ode to Joy," filling the entire restaurant with a joyful atmosphere. After my mother calmed down a bit, I raised my hand to signal the waiter to pay the bill. A waiter approached with a cheerful smile, "Our boss is offering you both a free meal."
"Ah?"
An elderly woman with gray hair smiled and walked up from behind the waiter. "Hello, I'm the owner. My daughter just got married last month, and I'm so happy. Thank you, my children, for reminding me of that joy. If you'd like, I'd like you to kiss me." The old woman's smile was warm and kind. I took a deep breath, gently kissed her cheek, and then told my mother. My mother didn't hesitate, kissing the old woman with tears in her eyes.
I smiled and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, madam."
"Thank you for letting me share your happiness. Go and enjoy your love," the old woman smiled warmly.
I smiled and waved to everyone in the restaurant, then took my mother's arm and left. Strolling along the summer night streets, my mother suddenly cried again, "How could this happen... how could this happen..." Before I could answer, my mother laughed, "Xiao Lei, you're so naughty! Thinking of such a romantic thing, I'm so happy..."
My mother's alternating between crying and laughing left me completely bewildered. I could only cling tightly to my mother's shoulders. Every now and then, she would raise her hand to look at her fingers, her adorable demeanor resembling that of a girl experiencing her first love.
Perhaps no woman can resist the allure of a diamond ring proposal; my mother was excited all night. Even after getting into bed, we held each other, looking at each other with silly smiles as we fell asleep.
In the morning, I took my mother to our recently purchased used car and drove straight to the outskirts. An hour later, we reached the edge of a small town, where the real estate agent was already waiting in front of the house I had my eye on.
After carefully examining the house, Mom asked somewhat nervously, "Why is such a nice house so cheap...?"
"It's a small town... and this house doesn't have a garage, so many people don't want it." "Yeah, no garage, where will Xiaolei park his car?"
"You can park on the street here."
"Oh..."
"Mom, do you like it? If not, we can keep looking. Maybe we'll live here forever."
"I like it... it's just that the lawn is a bit big..."
"Bigger isn't bad. I'll dig a swimming pool later. Then we can swim with the baby, haha."
"Oh dear... why are you saying that..."
"Why not? This is what it means to start a family, of course we need to think about the future children." I smiled and pinched Mom's blushing cheek.
Back downstairs, the real estate agent greeted us with a smile: "What do you two think?" I nodded: "I'm very satisfied, it's up to my wife."
"I... I don't have any objections either, it's great."
The agent was delighted: "So, sir and madam, would you like to sign the contract now?" "Yes. Let's discuss the details."
After a long discussion, we decided to use the money my mother brought—over 100,000 RMB from selling our house in our hometown—along with her savings, to exchange for 30,000 USD—to pay a 20% down payment, with the remaining balance to be paid off over ten years. This way, we could afford it more easily. After signing the contract and completing the loan procedures at the bank, we rushed back to our city residence, ate some quick fast food, and went to bed early, exhausted.
These past two days had been stressful, exciting, and tiring, so I wasn't really thinking about making love with my mother. Since she mentioned our wedding night, we went along with her wishes. The next day, we went to our new home to buy some basic furniture and household items, then checked out of our temporary apartment and moved into our new house with my mother.
My two days off were gone just like that. Before we could even register our marriage, I had to ask my doctor for an extra day off, which he happily granted. So, on the morning of the third day, we went to the city hall.
Unexpectedly, we encountered trouble. The registrar looked at our documents, her previously smiling face suddenly turning serious: "Ms. Wang is forty years old? Mr. Feng is twenty-three?" I didn't immediately understand and nodded, "Yes."
The registrar looked at my mother with suspicion for a long time; it was indeed hard to believe her actual age. She
asked a series of irrelevant questions before finally asking with a grim face: "Who was your witness? Which church did you have your wedding?"
I was a little confused: "I'm sorry, I didn't know there was such a requirement." "Mr. Feng, I'm sorry, the age difference between you gives me reason to suspect that you are engaging in a sham marriage for immigration purposes. Please find a U.S. citizen to act as your witness, proving that you are marrying voluntarily and out of love. Also, please find a pastor to officiate your wedding. After that, bring their testimonies to complete your immigration procedures."
I left the immigration office dejectedly, never expecting to be held back by the age issue. There was no other way but to ask the doctor for help again…
My mother was very nervous: “What’s wrong, Xiaolei? I don’t quite understand. Is it not going to work?” “It’s okay. In the US, you need a witness, and the wedding has to be held in a church for people to recognize it.” I quickly reassured my mother.
“Oh… is it troublesome?”
“No trouble at all. Don’t worry, the K1 visa is valid for ninety days. There’s plenty of time.” I smiled.
The next day, after work, I had coffee with the doctor. He had recently decided on a research direction—searching for and studying Earth-like planets—so he was in a good mood and chatted with me casually, praising my progress. But I kept thinking about the requirements for marriage registration and finally couldn’t help but ask, “Doctor, could you do me a favor?”
“Please tell me.”
“Well… my wife encountered a problem when registering our marriage. The registrar requires us to hold a wedding ceremony, and a US citizen must be the witness.”
“Strange, I’ve never heard of such a requirement.” The doctor frowned.
“I don’t know either…”
“No, I’m going to complain about government officials abusing their power. This is not a necessary condition.” The doctor was a little angry.
I quickly said, "I'm sorry, our situation is a bit special..." "Could you tell me the details? That way I can better help you." The doctor looked at me strangely.
"Our ages... my wife is sixteen years older than me..." I had no choice but to tell the truth.
The doctor spat out a mouthful of coffee: "What?"
"My wife is sixteen years older than me... no, she's seventeen now. So the registrar suspects... suspects we're trying to immigrate illegally through a sham marriage," I stammered.
The doctor's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "My God—my God, sixteen? I've met your wife; she looks a year or two older than you. Even if you told me she was six years older, I wouldn't believe it!" "It's true. She just turned forty. I'm almost twenty-four." "Incredible… Feng Lei, if I remember correctly… you fell in love with her when you were still a teenager, and she was already in her thirties?"
"Yes. I fell in love with her on her thirtieth birthday, a full ten years ago." "Incredible. Incredible. Incredible…" The doctor finally calmed down a little from his shock and asked, "So, you came to this strange country so desperately to escape the gossip of those around you?" "
Yes. I didn't expect that even after coming to America, I still couldn't find complete peace—I had intended to keep this a secret forever."
"I'm sorry. You just said you wanted me to be your witness? It's an honor!" The doctor's eyes were very fervent. I was about to thank him when he added, "I finally understand why you're so passionate. I originally thought that just for love, there was no need to go through so much trouble to go abroad, but I didn't expect your situation to be like this. You make me admire you, Feng Lei."
I smiled bitterly to myself. If the doctor knew I was marrying my mother, he'd probably drop his teeth. The doctor is a good person, but this fact is too hard to accept—I'd better never let anyone know.
I smiled and said, "Thank you."
Chapter 3:
The witness arrangement is done, now it's time to plan the wedding. The registrar said we need a church. I first saw a small village on the way from my new home to the lab, and there was a small church on the edge of the village, but I'm not a Christian…
Never mind, I'll go ask first. After work, I left the lab and drove home. After passing a wheat field, the church was just halfway between my home and the lab. A side road branched off from the straight asphalt road. Driving onto the side road, I saw the sun about to set, the white walls of the church bathed in a golden-red glow, shaded by green trees. The surrounding endless golden wheat fields exuded the fragrance of wheat, and the evening prayer bells rang just then.
The small church door was open. As I parked my car, several people, presumably from nearby villages, came out after finishing their prayers. I got out of the car, hesitated, took a deep breath, and nervously entered the church.
An elderly pastor was lighting a candle on the pulpit. The church was small, but it still possessed a sense of holiness and solemnity. A straight aisle led from the entrance to the pulpit. The armrests of the chairs on either side of the aisle were worn smooth, indicating their long history.
Reaching the pulpit, I could see the pastor's face in the candlelight. His hair was completely white, but his complexion was ruddy and serene, and his simple robe was neatly pressed.
The old pastor looked at me and smiled, "What are you looking for, my child?" I took a deep breath and said, "Sir, although I'm not a Christian, could you please officiate my wedding?"
The old pastor smiled calmly, "Why not? You are all my brothers and sisters." I hadn't expected it to go so smoothly. I stammered, "Are there any requirements?" "Of course...you should love each other."
"Of course...and when? By the way, how much should I pay you?" "The time is yours to choose. As for the fee, that's up to you." "But...but I really don't understand at all."
"Child. One dollar or a million dollars, whatever you feel is appropriate, will be pleasing to the Lord." I couldn't help but hesitate. The old pastor saw my hesitation and smiled calmly, "In that case, one dollar will suffice."
I quickly said, "No...I'm sorry, can I pay a tenth of my monthly salary?" "Of course, that's how the Lord does it. 'A tithe of everything on earth, whether seed from the ground or fruit from the tree, belongs to the Lord.' Child, perhaps your heart has already heard the Lord's voice." Ah? Is this the custom? I thought for a moment and said, "Well... my wife and I are both alone in America, and we don't have many friends. Is it alright to hold the wedding in three days?" "Of course." Throughout the long conversation, the old pastor's expression remained unchanged, always smiling peacefully. I couldn't help but feel a deep respect, bowed to the old pastor, and took my leave to go home.
Back in our new home, Mom had cleaned the old house until it looked brand new. Especially our bedroom upstairs; although there was only one bed, Mom had arranged it neatly and elegantly, reminding me of the warmth of my childhood.
A simple meal was already laid out on the dining table, just like when we were back in China. It had been so long since I'd eaten Mom's cooking… My appetite was whetted, and I sat down to eat with Mom.
While eating, I said with a smile, "Mom, I went to the church; the wedding is in three days." Mom didn't say anything, just kept eating. She was starting to get nervous again… No wonder, even an ordinary couple gets nervous talking about their wedding.
I had no choice but to continue, "Hmm, let me think... the professor will be the officiant, his wife will be the bride's mother, his daughter will be the bridesmaid, Michael will be the best man, and then there will be two colleagues, that's about it. -- Oh, and we also need to ask the marriage registrar to issue the marriage certificate." "Hmm..."
"I'm sorry, Mom, it seems so lonely... Don't be sad." "No, no!... Xiaolei, although Mom doesn't believe in Christianity, but... but that's still God. In front of God, can we really... can we get married?" "
I think we can. Don't worry, see, the Bodhisattva you believe in has blessed us to be together, hasn't he?" Mom gave a soft "hmm" and lowered her head to continue eating. I couldn't think of a better way to comfort Mom for a moment, so I changed the subject: "For the wedding banquet after the wedding, we'll just book a table at a restaurant in town. Anyway, there aren't many people, just a token amount. Okay?"
"Xiaolei, you can arrange it yourself... Mom doesn't know anything."
"Really... Mom, this is the two of us getting married." I said deliberately, expressing my dissatisfaction.
Mom finally cheered a bit: "Okay, Mom's in charge of decorating the house, okay? We need to buy some furniture.
By the way, does Xiaolei have enough money?"
"I still have a few thousand dollars, that should be enough. You can use my card to buy it tomorrow." "That's enough, that's enough. Mom went to town this afternoon and saw that things weren't expensive... Actually, prices in America aren't that high." "
That's true. Okay, I'll wash the dishes, Mom, take a rest!" I smiled and stood up to clear the table.
Then I took my wedding leave, and for three days I was busy and dizzy, as was Mom. Finally, we managed to decorate the house to look decent, as if we were back in our cozy little home ten years ago.
The wedding day was a sunny early summer day. I took Mom to the PhD's house early in the morning, where she was accompanied by the PhD's wife and daughter. Then I returned to the small town, checked the wedding process once, learned the wedding etiquette, and then went to the chapel of the small church to wait quietly.
The wedding time was set for five o'clock in the afternoon. The small church seemed empty and quiet, sunlight streaming in through the stained glass windows, and I watched the shadows move slowly.
Why did I feel nervous? Why was I suddenly afraid of the wedding? For ten years I've been looking forward to this day, but today I feel like running away.
Is our marriage really reasonable? She is, after all, my mother! Although no one else knows, we know it ourselves.
My mother has always been so nervous, almost exaggeratedly so…marrying her own son…am I being cruel? No, no, we truly love each other.
My sharp suit and tie make me feel restless. No matter what, we've come this far. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I try to tell myself—whatever the outcome, I will never regret it.
I look up at the ceiling; even the dome of the chapel is painted with murals. Holy angels fly in the light, and beneath their white wings are us, the masses.
The solemnity of religion calms me temporarily. Through the colorful stained-glass windows, I can see the sun beginning to set. Soon, the old pastor comes in and smiles at me.
I quickly stand up, about to speak, when the old pastor smiles and says, "Ready to begin." At five o'clock, the sound of a car comes from outside precisely on time. The sound stopped at the door, and first, Mr. and Mrs. Michael, dressed formally, entered the chapel.
I went to greet them, and Michael, as always, was very welcoming: "Wait there." Michael and I stood to the left of the pastor, while Miss Stevenson stood to the right, leaving two seats between us. Then, the Doctor and two colleagues entered and sat on the benches in front of the pulpit.
Then came the beautiful sight I will never forget.
The warm sunset shone outside, and two figures appeared. Mrs. Dr., dressed in an elegant gown and wearing a small hat, walked slowly towards us, arm in arm with my mother. The
pure white, low-cut wedding dress accentuated my mother's graceful figure, making her appear pure and noble. Her smooth shoulders and a small glimpse of cleavage could not evoke any sensual thoughts at that moment; they were simply breathtakingly beautiful.
Beneath her white arms were slender hands clad in white gloves, one arm around Mrs. Dr.'s arm, the other holding a bouquet of white lilies, making her appear even more radiant and holy.
Her jet-black hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with a small silver crown. My mother kept her head slightly bowed, making it difficult to see her beautiful face clearly, but the two pearl earrings hanging from her ears shimmered brightly in the warm sunlight.
In the quiet, my mother, arm in arm with the doctor's wife, slowly walked to us. My mother took a pure white rose from her bouquet and, bowing her head, placed it on my chest.
I held my breath; my mother was truly beautiful. A touch of light makeup created a completely different feeling; the familiar warmth today filled me with a sense of awe.
My mother returned to the right of the old pastor, and we stood side by side. The old pastor's peaceful voice rang out: "Loving newlyweds, today in this sacred and solemn church, before the Lord and before the congregation, we will hold a sacred wedding for you: Brother Feng Lei and Sister Wang Hui. Marriage is extremely precious, ordained by the Lord, therefore it should not be taken lightly or carelessly, but should be done with reverence and devotion, following the Lord's will to accomplish this great event." I felt a little suffocated. Was it already beginning? Are God and man our witnesses? Witnesses to my wedding with my mother?
The wedding march began to play from somewhere. The old pastor's voice continued: "...My Lord, we thank you for this joyous wedding. We thank you for this significant day. We thank you for this important moment. We thank you for your constant presence with us. In the name of Christ the Holy Spirit, Amen."
Everyone made the sign of the cross: "Amen." Involuntarily, moved by the solemnity, I also made the sign of the cross.
"Sing," the old pastor smiled. And so everyone began to sing—later I learned it was the Wedding March. I glanced at my mother; she remained quietly with her eyes lowered, her beautiful face like the calm waters of my hometown river.
The chorus ended, and the old pastor continued calmly, "...Standing before the Lord, I urge you both. Remember that love and faithfulness are the cornerstones of building a joyful and eternal home. If you always keep your solemn vows, if you steadfastly seek and obey the Lord's will, you will always be harmonious and happy, and your family will be able to withstand any change."
Only the old pastor's voice filled the hall; though it was right beside me, it seemed to come from heaven. All eyes were on the old pastor's face, except for my mother, whose head remained bowed. Perhaps she didn't understand?
"...Remember that you are not walking this journey of life alone. If you face difficulties, do not be afraid to ask others for help. Accepting help is not shameful, but an act of sincerity. Every moment, the Lord extends a helping hand to us. Most importantly: we have witnessed the union of this newlywed couple, Amen." "Amen." Everyone crossed themselves again.
The old pastor smiled and turned to me, his deep eyes revealing unparalleled purity: "Feng Lei, do you take Wang Hui to be your wife, to live with you as a friend and partner? Do you love her and respect her? Are you willing to share joy with her as an equal, whether in pain, success, or confusion?" I already knew the answer to this question. I took a deep breath, but my voice still trembled uncontrollably: "I do. Feng Lei, I choose you, Wang Hui, to be my wife. From this day forward, I will have you, I will hold you dear. For better or for worse, in riches or in poverty, in health or sickness, I will love you and cherish you until death do us part. In accordance with the Lord's will, I promise you my love and fidelity." The old pastor nodded, then turned to my mother and asked, "Wang Hui, do you take Feng Lei to be your husband, to live with you as a friend and partner? Do you love him and respect him? Are you willing to share joy with him as an equal, whether in pain, success, or confusion?"
My mother, still with her head bowed, turned to the pastor, remaining silent for a long time, her long eyelashes trembling violently, her high chest heaving rapidly beneath the bouquet of flowers.
I was a little anxious. What if Mom hadn't understood? After all, she hadn't been in America for long… Just as I was about to translate, Mom's voice was tense but firm: "I do."
The old pastor smiled and turned to me: "A wedding ring symbolizes eternity. It symbolizes the eternal union of two hearts and souls with endless love. Now, give her your love and your desire to be with her forever as a gift.
Place this wedding ring on your bride's finger." After saying this, the old pastor took a step back, making me and Mom stand facing each other.
I froze. The ring was already given to Mom… Oh no. At that moment, the marriage registrar appeared out of nowhere, holding a silver tray with a marriage certificate and two diamond rings lying quietly on it.
I picked up the ring I had bought for Mom, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to stand in front of her.
I reached out and gently took Mom's left hand, kissed it, and then, trembling, slipped the ring onto her ring finger.
Immediately afterward, I saw a tear fall onto the bouquet on Mom's chest, like a glistening dewdrop. Mom cried again…
The old pastor’s words still had a calming power: “Similarly, give him your love and your fervent desire for the union of your hearts as your gift. Place the wedding ring on your groom’s finger.” Mom handed the bouquet to the person beside her—well, now Mrs. Michael—who picked up another ring from the silver tray—was this the one she bought for me today? It’s a pair with the one I bought for Mom.
I smiled and extended my left hand to Mom, watching her nervously try three times before finally slipping the ring onto my ring finger. For some reason, suddenly a surge of tears welled up as if from the depths of my heart, breaking through all my defenses and streaming down my cheeks.
The old pastor’s voice suddenly seemed distant: “Since Brother Feng Lei and Sister Wang Hui have already sworn their vows to each other and joined hands before the Lord and the congregation, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I declare these two to be husband and wife.” The marriage registrar handed me the silver tray, and I picked up the marriage certificate. Through my blurry eyes, I saw his smiling face, no longer harboring any doubts. I clutched the certificate tightly, turning back to look at my mother—we, my mother and I, Xiaohui and I…we were finally truly husband and wife? From law to religion? My mother and I…my mother…were finally…married…
The old pastor continued, “Please, officiant, bless them.”
Dr. Stevenson stood up, smiling at me, “I look at you and your wife, who have loved each other for many years. Today, with the Lord’s witness, you are finally husband and wife. I want to congratulate you in Chinese.” He then said in Chinese, “May you grow old together and have many children.” My mother and I said together, “Thank you.” Then, everyone offered their blessings, and finally, the old pastor said, “Bless you, be with you, may the Lord watch over you. The Lord will bless you and keep you at peace. Amen.”
Again, everyone said in unison, “Amen.” I heard my mother’s soft voice, and turning my head slightly, I saw her hand, clad in a white gauze glove, making the sign of the cross on her chest.
“Now, you may kiss your bride.” The old pastor smiled at me, his pure gaze now filled with joy.
Mrs. Stevenson took my mother's hand and placed it in mine, looking at me encouragingly. Tears streamed down my face again. My mother, whose head had been bowed since entering, finally lifted it, her tear-streaked face seemingly washed clean, making her pretty features
appear incredibly pure. Her cherry lips, lightly painted with lipstick, were slightly parted, and I reverently lowered my head, pressing my lips to her soft warmth. Our kisses before were sweet and passionate; this kiss, however, was one of devotion and vow, purity and loyalty, trust and reliance…
My tears flowed uncontrollably, mingling with my mother's. Suddenly, I felt a pang of envy for those believers; their kiss, witnessed by their God, must have represented a much richer meaning.
Applause erupted; though few were present, the small hall seemed bustling with excitement. The pastor smiled and said, "Now, I have the honor of introducing you to Mr. Feng and Mrs. Feng." My two colleagues cheered first. I held my mother's arm tightly, and accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Michael, we walked out of the hall. Michael drove my beat-up car, and my mother and I sat in the back, snuggling close together. We drove back to the restaurant in town for the wedding banquet. The
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banquet was just a formality. We toasted everyone with plain water instead of wine, and the few guests gradually took their leave.
Finally, Michael and his wife drove us home. Mrs. Michael escorted my mother all the way up to her bedroom, then came down to say goodbye with Michael.
Watching them leave, I returned home. My steps were heavy as I climbed the stairs, and I couldn't help but feel nervous again. I was marrying the person I loved most, and my beautiful bride was in our bedroom… I gently pushed open the bedroom door. My mother, still in her white wedding dress, sat quietly on the edge of the bed with her back to me. Walking over to her, I saw she was still holding the bouquet of flowers, her head down, not looking at me.
I sat down next to her: “Why are you still holding the flowers… Oh, right, don't they throw the flowers out at their wedding?”
My mother didn't answer. I smiled and reached out to take the bouquet, but found her hand gripping it tightly. I smiled and said, "Why are you so nervous..."
Mom let go of my hand. I picked up the bouquet and placed it on the bedside table, then sat back down and put my arm around Mom's shoulder:
"Why aren't you saying anything..."
Mom gently shook her head, her pearl earrings swaying dreamily against her fair neck. How could I let her be so nervous... Although I was nervous too, I still wanted to reassure her. So, I kissed Mom's smooth cheek and said softly, "Xiaohui, my beloved wife."
Mom's tears streamed down her face again, and I quickly reached out to wipe them away: "Don't cry... Be good, no matter what happens in the future, just like that old pastor said, your husband will always be by your side." Mom cried even harder. I stood up, stood in front of my mother, and put my arms around her shoulders. She gently rested her face against my chest, cried for a while, and then sobbed, "I...how could I...really marry my own son..."
"Because we love each other..."
"I saw them, all of them so devoutly believing in God...can we really get married in front of God? I'm scared..."
"Why be scared? Didn't the pastor just bless us on behalf of God?" "But he didn't know we were mother and son..."
"But he knew we loved each other."
"Mom still feels...feels that our secret relationship was a sin, and now we're openly getting married in front of God—even though Mom doesn't believe in God, but...but..." "Does Mom love me?"
"Of course..."
"Besides a mother's love for her son, there's also a wife's love for her husband?" "Yes... Mom loves you very much, and Xiaohui loves Xiaolei very much too..." "Me too. I remember Mom saying she wouldn't be afraid to go to hell for my love, and so do I. If our love can't receive God's protection and blessing, then this God isn't worth believing in. —Even if He really exists, and even if it really costs me to go to hell, I won't regret it. I'm also very scared, scared that things will turn out badly for us. But no matter how scared I am, I still want to be with Mom forever." "Xiaolei!..."
"Okay...look at Americans, so open-minded. Everyone we know is happy. Their God must be good. We don't need to be afraid, really." Mom finally calmed down a bit, hugging my waist tightly. After a long while, she suddenly started crying again: "I never thought that all that effort to bring Xiao Lei into the world would result in me giving birth to a husband..." "Self-produced and self-consumed...not bad." I laughed, and Mom laughed too, punching me hard in the chest. I exaggeratedly covered my chest: "Beating your husband right after getting married, what a shrew!" Mom was both ashamed and angry, shouting: "This is a mother beating her son!"
I laughed and bent down: "Oh? Then I'll properly honor Mom..." Saying that, I kissed Mom's lips.
Mom had never responded to me so passionately before. Her soft tongue stirred enthusiastically in my mouth, almost overwhelming me. Having not touched Mom's body for so long, I quickly couldn't restrain myself, wrapping my arms around Mom's bare shoulders and gently pressing her down onto the bed.
My mother's hands quickly unbuttoned my clothes, and amidst passionate kisses and entanglement, she stripped me naked. Then, she took my hand and led it to the zipper on the side of the wedding dress. I withdrew my hand and said softly, "Mom, can we make love in your wedding dress today?"
My mother's beautiful face flushed, her eyes already filled with desire. "How can I... the wedding dress is rented... it'll get dirty..."
"But I think... this is the perfect way to have my bride..." My hand reached towards my mother's chest, slowly pulling down the top of the wedding dress. A pair of white, full breasts immediately broke free of their restraints, proudly jumping out, their two rosy nipples trembling slightly.
Gently, I covered those soft, smooth breasts with my hands, the breasts changing shape between my fingers, and soon the two nipples playfully perked up.
Slowly, I took one into my mouth, sucking its sweet fragrance, while using one hand to lift the hem of my mother's wedding dress all the way to her waist, and hooking one finger around the edge of her panties, slowly pulling them down.
I wanted to caress my mother's garden again, but the moment my fingertips touched the damp petals, she trembled as if electrocuted and pressed my hand down: "Don't touch it today..."
I was puzzled when she took a white towel from under her pillow, placed it on the bed, and then carefully pulled up her wedding dress and lay down.
This wasn't our first time... but since she wanted to perform this ritual, I couldn't refuse. I took a deep breath. My mother looked so pure and alluring. Her hair was still styled in a bun and her silver crown, making her look like a noble princess. Her half-closed, watery eyes shimmered with love behind her delicate eyelashes. Several kisses wiped away the light lipstick, revealing her natural rosy lips, and then her captivating body, made even more pure and elegant by the white wedding dress around her waist. Below, from the familiar fragrant grass, a touch of bright red was faintly visible, like a clear stream flowing through it. Filled with desire and reverence, happiness and tenderness, I gazed gently at my mother as I knelt between her legs, my burning penis pressing against her delicate petals.
My mother was a little nervous: "Be gentle today..."
Though it seemed strange, I smiled and softly replied, "Okay..." My penis slid in as gently as possible, and as soon as the head entered, I felt it touch a thin membrane. Before I could react, I gave a slight push, and instantly my entire penis was fully inserted into my mother's vagina, reaching the deepest point.
My mother let out a soft "Ouch!" and I quickly asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?" She kept her eyes tightly shut, avoiding my gaze, and shook her head, whispering, "It's nothing..." I leaned down and slowly kissed her cheeks, neck, and earlobes, murmuring, "It's been so long since we made love... Is Mom not used to it either...?" "No, no... It's okay..."
I smiled and began to slowly thrust. Perhaps because it had been so long since we'd made love, her vagina felt especially tight today. The tender flesh gripped my penis tightly, and the familiar pleasure slowly overwhelmed me.
Gradually, I quickened my pace, and my mother's breathing became rapid, responding to my movements. Then I heard that familiar moan.
Love juices began to flow down my penis. I straightened my upper body, increasing the amplitude of my movements, withdrawing from the entrance of her vagina with each thrust, then penetrating deeply until I reached the tender core of her flower. Under this onslaught, my mother couldn't hold back and began to moan softly, "Ah...ah...Xiao Lei...Xiao Hui feels so sore...it's so swollen, my little hole feels so good...ah...it's hitting, Xiao Hui's, flower core, it's...ah..." I panted as I freed one hand to knead my mother's breasts, which swayed like waves on her chest, occasionally pinching her nipples, which were already hard as pebbles. My mouth was also busy: "Mom...your little hole is so tight today...Xiao Lei feels so good..." Under the double stimulation, my mother's hands gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning pale and twisted from the force:
"Mom has finally been fucked by her son...Mom is a slut...my little hole is tight so that Xiao Lei can fuck it good..."
I was a little surprised. My mother had never referred to herself as "Mom" when we made love before...why was she doing it today? And… the problem I'd worried about before: Mom's masochistic tendencies have resurfaced… Mom initially resisted the word "fuck," but now she says it casually and naturally… Mom's voice is even more wanton, because in recent years when we video-make love, we mainly rely on verbal stimulation to achieve pleasure, so Mom has long been accustomed to all kinds of lewd moans and groans—at first she had to find pornographic novels to learn them, but later they became heartfelt cries. Especially today, when she calls herself "Mom," it seems to have an even greater allure:
"Ah, ah… Mom's pussy feels so good… being fucked by Xiao Lei feels so good… Xiao Hui is her son's wife… Xiao Lei… fuck your mom's wife hard—"
Stimulated by these words, I thrust faster and faster, soon sweating profusely, while Mom became passionately open and somewhat lewd, shaking her head and letting her hair down, the silver crown on her head rolling to the pillow, her loose black hair flying wildly on the pillow, exuding a faint fragrance, her small mouth opening as if she couldn't catch her breath, exhaling puffs of sweet breath. Her beautiful eyes were half-open, half-closed, filled with a captivating allure. Her hands gripped my arms tightly around her waist, her full hips wildly responding to my thrusts, and the sounds of rushing water and impact filled the bedroom once more.
I gasped for breath, too exhausted to speak, my entire focus on the intense pleasure beneath me. My mother moaned softly, "Ah, ah, ah, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to, I'm going to, I'm going to, be, fucked, to death by, Xiao Lei, ah, so, so, so uncomfortable, my, my flower, is being, penetrated, by, Xiao Lei, ah, ah, so dizzy, I'm going to, I'm going to, I'm going to, I'm going to, be, fucked, to death by, ah, so, so, so uncomfortable, my, my flower, is being, penetrated, by, Xiao Lei, ah, ah, so dizzy, I'm going to, I'm going to, I'm going to, I'm going to—…" A warm gush washed over my glans, and I shuddered, my hot semen gushing out, the two streams of fluid merging together deep inside my mother's vagina.
I caught my breath for a moment before noticing my mother's pale face. I was startled, remembering that her last sound had been abruptly cut off, as if she hadn't caught her breath. I quickly lowered my head, kissed her lips, pried open her teeth, and breathed heavily into her mouth while gently pressing on her chest between her breasts.
Finally, my mother caught her breath and softly hugged me, saying, "Xiao Lei..." I was relieved, "Wife... what's wrong... you only had one orgasm today, why are you dizzy?" "I don't know... maybe I was just... more excited... nervous..." "You scared your husband... I almost thought I'd fucked my bride to death on our wedding night..." My mother's pale face slowly flushed, and she looked at me shyly, saying, "Mom is willing to be fucked to death by Xiao Lei..."
I smiled and pinched my mother's smooth cheek, "I wouldn't... I want to keep Mom to fuck me for the rest of my life."
"Now that Mom's married to you... Xiao Lei, you can do whatever you want with me... for a lifetime... even to the point of dying from it all..." Mom became more and more shy as she spoke, finally covering her face
and laughing. I smiled and said, "Mom is usually so shy and conservative, why are you so lewd today..." Mom reached out and pinched me hard: "It's all your fault! You always say you like Mom to say lewd things! I said them to you, and you laughed at me, I won't say them anymore!" But I still had questions in my mind... Although I liked Mom's intense moans, I vaguely felt something was wrong...
After another deep kiss, I slowly pulled away from Mom's body. I lowered my head to clean myself up, but what I saw were two patches of bright red on the white towel Mom had laid out. I was a little surprised: "Mom, what's wrong?
You... are you bleeding? Today—today isn't the day?"
Mom slightly opened her eyes, looked at me with a shy smile and shook her head. I became even more nervous. Mom's orgasm was so intense just now, and she even fainted. Could I have hurt Mom? I stammered,
"I'm sorry...did I hurt Mom?"
Mom reached out a delicate little hand and gently stroked my cheek. "No..." How strange... I looked down again, and the crimson stain was even more striking. My anxious gaze met Mom's eyes, conveying my question.
"Mom...Xiao Lei, Mom did...did...had hymen reconstruction surgery..." Huh? I was shocked. "What?"
"Mom thinks...thinks Xiao Lei is so outstanding...he should...should marry the purest girl as his wife..."
I quickly interrupted Mom, "Mom is the purest, I don't need to do these things! Mom—!" My heart was filled with mixed emotions. I only knew Mom was conservative, I never imagined she cared so much about this!
My mother continued softly, her voice broken, "Xiao Lei... Mom knows... but I still want my son's marriage to be more perfect... Don't blame Mom... Mom just wants to make up for it a little..." I was speechless, only able to choke out, "Mom... Mom..." My mother gently stroked my hair, "Mom knows Xiao Lei won't change his mind... so I just wanted to let Xiao Lei know... what virginity is like... even though it's not real, it will make Mom feel a little better."
What could I say? Any words would be superfluous. Even if she married me, Mom would still be Mom.
I softly buried my face in my mother's chest. Her soft breasts no longer had any sexual connotations; they just made me feel like I was back in my childhood, nestled in my mother's arms, the warmest place in the world.
After a long while, we took a shower together. Until we fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms, my heart was filled with deep gratitude for my mother.
I only took a week's honeymoon because my doctor was conducting research on a new project. We didn't go on a honeymoon either, because Mom said that we should use this time to adapt to life in a foreign country.
Sweet and peaceful days passed like flowing water, and it was already the height of summer. That night, as usual, I held my mother close and cherished her, wanting to enter a wonderful paradise with her. But my mother giggled and pulled out a box of condoms: "Xiao Lei...you should use these."
I chuckled and pushed her away: "We're a legally married couple, what do we need that for?" My mother was a little surprised: "Eh? Xiao Lei...Mom will get pregnant." "Of course I'll get pregnant, we'll have a little baby." I had already unbuttoned my mother's clothes.
"But? But...it won't be healthy for him..." My mother's mood suddenly dropped, a hint of sadness in her voice.
"Who said that?" My lips began to wander over my mother's high breasts.
"Ah? We're mother and son, having a baby will..." My mother tried to resist.
While teasing my mother's tender nipples, I chuckled and said, "Mom, don't be afraid. I asked a classmate of mine who studied medicine in college... He said the chances of birth defects are actually very small." I remembered visiting that medical student—who will soon be a master's student in genetics—that day. I pretended to ask him a probability question, asking if offspring born to direct blood relatives would definitely have genetic defects.
He looked at me and burst out laughing: "That's all a misunderstanding. Although the chances are slightly higher, the probability of a dominant gene defect is no more than three percent—isn't that much smaller than you think?" I looked at him in disbelief, and he continued smiling: "If neither of you has a family history of genetic diseases, the chances are even smaller. Nowadays, direct blood marriage is far from the biggest factor causing birth defects.
For example, advanced maternal age, drug pollution, electromagnetic radiation... all make it easier to cause congenital diseases." I don't remember how I said goodbye, but I originally thought that my mother and I could only have a child through IVF, but now it seems...
My mother couldn't believe it and asked doubtfully, "How is that possible...?" I smiled and sat up, looking sincerely into my mother's eyes: "Mom, my classmate is researching genetics. He told me that even among direct blood relatives, the chance of having a normal offspring is over ninety-seven percent."
My mother lowered her eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Really? Really?"
"I wouldn't joke about this. Mom, let's have a baby, okay?" "But... what if..."
"I believe we'll be blessed. Having a baby will be proof of our love, right, Mom?" I leaned in and gently kissed her eyes.
"Didn't Xiaolei mention some kind of technology? Should we use that?" Mom was still nervous.
"But that's a last resort… Let's try the most natural way, okay?" Mom's conflicted expression filled me with tenderness. I gently placed her on the bed and softly said,
"Mom, don't be afraid. Technology is so advanced now. If the tests show something's wrong, we'll terminate the pregnancy, okay? Just one try, just one try."
Mom didn't say anything more, gently closing her eyes. That night, I was exceptionally gentle, so gentle that even my own heart almost melted. From
July
to autumn, Mom and I were intimate every day, but Mom still showed no signs of pregnancy. Was it because of her age? After all, Mom was over forty.
That day, like any other, I finished my work and returned to our cozy little home. Just like ten years ago, Mom had the meal laid out when I walked in the door: stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar, sweet and sour pork ribs, and tomato and egg soup.
I happily sat at the table, waiting for Mom to sit down and eat with me. I told jokes to make her laugh. Mom was taking a sip of soup when one of my jokes made her laugh shyly, then she choked and coughed.
I quickly put down my bowl and gently patted her smooth shoulder. Mom coughed even harder, then suddenly hiccuped and ran to the bathroom to vomit.
When Mom came out, I said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, Mom, I made you cough so badly. I won't tell jokes while eating anymore."
Mom picked up her bowl blankly, seemingly lost in thought. I thought she was feeling unwell from the cough, so I smiled and said, "Mom, eat up. The dishes today are quite appetizing." I put some food in her bowl.
Mom lowered her head and ate her rice listlessly, her appetite seemingly poor. I picked up a piece of pork rib and held it to her lips:
"Mom, eat more! The dishes today are all sweet and sour, so delicious." Mom's face turned bright red instantly. I was a little surprised, but she finished her meal in a few bites and went back to her bedroom.
After I finished eating and washing the dishes, Mom didn't do housework as usual. I went back to the bedroom, and Mom was lying on the bed watching TV, but her eyes were clearly not on the screen, and it wasn't her favorite drama.
I smiled and sat down next to my mother. "Mom, something's on your mind today." My mother's face flushed again. I took her hand and pressed it to my face. "Xiaohui, tell me what's wrong.
Don't think about it all by yourself." My mother brought her lips close to my ear, her soft breath tickling my heart, but what she said was a little hard for me to understand: "Xiaolei, the tadpole seems to have turned into a frog!" "What, a frog?"
My mother laughed and flopped onto the bed, refusing to look at me. Before I could react, I tried to tickle her, but she bit me. I pulled my hand back, rubbing it, thinking: Tadpole… tadpole?
Suddenly my eyes widened. I knew! Like an idiot, I gaped wide and blurted out, "Pregnant?! Pregnant?!"
Mom glanced at me, then burst into laughter. "Yes, Mommy's tummy seems to have a little Lei." I smacked my lips to stop myself from drooling. "Ah, ahhhhh..." "Little Lei is going to be... um, a big brother!" Mom laughed even harder.
I rolled onto the bed, laughing, and hugged Mom's waist. "Who's his dad?" "A toad, a toad!" "If
the beautiful princess kisses him, the toad will turn into a prince. Come here." I excitedly brought my face close to Mom's lips.
"Only frogs turn into princes. Humph. Toad, go away!" Mom pouted and turned her face away.
I laughed loudly, put my arm around Mom's shoulder, and gazed at her pretty face for a while. Her eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, and two rosy clouds floated on her fair cheeks. My rosy lips were still slightly pouting, as if beckoning for a prince's kiss. I couldn't resist the urge, closed my eyes, and gently lowered my face.
My mother responded tenderly, gently sucking on my tongue, occasionally lightly touching it with her cute little tongue, then quickly pulling away when I tried to catch the mischievous little sprite. The sweet scent quickly ignited my passion, and I slowly reached for my mother's buttons.
My mother pressed my hand down: "Xiao Lei... not now..." I knew that intimacy was not advisable during the first and last three months of pregnancy, but today my mother had aroused me to such a high level that it would be really uncomfortable if I didn't relieve myself. I could only pitifully plead with my mother: "Can we wait until after today?"
"No... it will hurt the little frog..."
"I'll be careful, I'll go slowly, okay?"
"You big pervert..." My mother laughed and let go of my hand.
Her beautiful body, which I could never tire of looking at, was fully presented before me again. After a moment of intimacy and caresses, I was about to enter my mother's body when she suddenly said in a soft voice, "How about... Mom is on top, okay?" That way, Mom could control the intensity and frequency, which was certainly a good idea. I smiled and said, "Okay... but it will be hard for Mom." As I spoke, I lay back on the bed, my hard penis pointing straight to the ceiling. Mom climbed on top of me, glanced at me shyly, then lowered her head, guiding my penis, and slowly sat down on my wet, muddy garden, facing the glistening glans.
With my eyes closed, I felt my swollen, hard penis being slowly swallowed by Mom's hot vagina, her soft, tender flesh tightly enveloping me once more. Mom's starry eyes were slightly closed, her white, even teeth gently biting her rosy lower lip, and she began to slowly move her hips. Immediately, I felt a sticky, warm love fluid flow down my penis.
Mom's hands placed on my chest, slowly increasing the frequency. A strand of hair brushed against my cheek. I opened my eyes and saw my mother's jet-black hair swaying lightly in front of me. Through the hair, I could see her white breasts bouncing happily, appearing especially full because she was leaning over.
I reached out and gently grasped her soft breasts, kneading them lightly before focusing my attention on her delicate nipples. I pinched, swept, pressed, and rubbed, occasionally lightly scratching them with my fingernails. Under this stimulation, my mother's body quickly went limp, and her movements became more intense. Streams of love juice flowed out continuously, wetting our tangled pubic hair and making soft, wet sounds. Suddenly, my mother grabbed my hands, naturally interlocking her fingers with mine. Finding this leverage, she straightened up, and I saw that she was drenched in sweat. A few strands of her hair were soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her fair face, neck, and chest, a sight that was indescribably alluring and sensual. The pleasure on my penis grew stronger, the friction beyond my control was more stimulating than if I were to initiate it myself. I couldn't help but close my eyes again, beginning to fully enjoy it.
Soon I felt I was approaching the peak of my desire, and my mother again began to breathe heavily, panting. I opened my eyes to remind her to rest for a while so she wouldn't faint, but I saw her suddenly tense up, her head thrown back, her thick, smooth hair whipping behind her. Then came a trembling "Ah—" My
mother convulsed, gripping my hand painfully, as if she was about to fall backward. A stream of warm vaginal fluid, like a spring stream, poured onto my glans. I whispered, "Mom…" and ejaculated my hot semen.
My mother suddenly slumped softly against my chest, her vagina, still overflowing with fluid, contracting irregularly, as if trying to suck up every last drop of my semen. I gently stroked my mother's sweat-soaked back and whispered, "Good sister, go take a bath."
My mother slumped against me like a lump of mud, shaking her head weakly, "I have no strength..." "Good sister just had a baby... what if you catch a cold from sweating so much..." "Then... brother, carry me."
I smiled and flicked my mother's sweaty little nose, "You're such a lazybones, you need your brother to carry you to the bath." "I am a lazybones... I want brother to carry me, I want it." My mother pouted again. I gave her a loving kiss, smiled, got off the bed, and carried my mother to the bathroom.
My mother hugged my neck and buried her head weakly in my chest. Actually, after every time we made love, my mother seemed to especially need my affection. Maybe it's a woman's instinct; after giving her body and soul to a man, she hopes to feel protected and cherished... I wonder if other women feel the same way?
I put my mother in the bathtub and turned on the hot water to start washing her body. As I washed her, I chuckled, "When did you get pregnant, Mom?"
Mom shook her head, "I don't know... We did it every day... Who knows which time it was?" I started applying shower gel to her, and she lazily enjoyed my care. Her big, watery eyes looked at me with tender affection, and my heart felt like it was soaking in honey. "Then when did you find out, Mom?" "Just now, Xiao Lei said that the dishes for dinner were all sour, and I realized... I threw up two or three times today, and I can't help but crave sour food when I cook, just like... just like when I was pregnant with Xiao Lei..." Mom lowered her head shyly.
I started washing myself: "I'm so happy, I'm going to be a dad!" Mom rolled her eyes at me: "Then you can't touch Mom for these three months." I smiled pitifully: "Just a little less, okay? These three months are so hard to get through." Mom looked at me seriously: "Xiao Lei, Mom is an older pregnant woman after all... and we're always so intense, can you bear with it? Anyway, I could endure being apart for over a year before." "That's because Mom wasn't around. Now, with such an alluring Mom sleeping next to me every day, how can I resist?"
"Then... then Mom will help you, help you with that..." Mom blushed.
My heart softened; I couldn't be too willful. I smiled and started drying our bodies: "Okay, I'm just being cute. I'll try to bear it. Come on, brother, carry sister back to the room." After three months, it was winter. Although it was tough to endure, it felt very sweet. I took Mom for two preliminary checkups, and there were no problems.
Mom's pregnancy reactions weren't too severe, and finally, the first trimester was over. That night, while Mom was taking a shower, I also slipped into the bathroom.
Mom was enjoying a relaxing hot bath when she saw me come in. She laughed, "I knew you couldn't wait..."
I chuckled, pulled off my clothes, and jumped into the tub. Just as I was about to get my hands on her, Mom stood up. "Don't make a scene here. We'll go back to your room later..."
"What do you mean, 'let me have fun'?" I said with a mischievous grin, looking at my mother's slightly protruding belly. I'd been very careful about her nutrition these past three months, so her body had become fuller. Her once slender waist had become somewhat thicker. Although she wasn't as graceful as before, she had gained a special kind of warm beauty.
My mother bit her lip: "You dare bully Mommy..." she said, pulling a towel around herself and running out of the bathroom.
I laughed and shouted, "Watch out, you might slip!" as I quickly started showering.
When I returned to the room, my mother was already lying in bed, comfortably covered by a thin blanket, looking at me gently. I jumped onto the bed: "I'm going to bully Mommy!" and threw off the blanket.
Because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself, I hadn't dared to look at my mother properly for a long time. Only today did I dare to look at her closely. Her slightly plump face was fair and beautiful, and she seemed to have a few faint freckles on her face.
I smiled and said, "Oh, Mom didn't sunbathe, so why are you getting freckles?" "That's how it is when you're pregnant."
I looked down, and her white breasts seemed even fuller. Her nipples, which were originally pink, had darkened to a deep red. Her smooth belly was slightly protruding, and there seemed to be some faint stretch marks.
I reached out and gently stroked my mother's belly. "Are these stretch marks?" "Mmm..."
"Was this like when I was in Mom's belly?"
"Yes..."
I kissed my mother's belly button, which wasn't as dark as before, and smiled. "When will Mom have milk?" "A long time. It will only come when the baby is born."
"Then I'll drink first." I smiled and took one of my mother's nipples into my mouth, sucking hard.
"Gently...it hurts...Xiao Lei can't drink first. The colostrum is for the baby, otherwise the baby's immunity will be weaker..."
I said coquettishly, "Mom is biased."
"Xiao Lei drank it when he was little." "
Then I'll drink the nectar..." I smiled and put my mouth to my mother's full vulva, and began to gently lick the petals that were beginning to thicken.
My mother was particularly sensitive due to her pregnancy, and her vaginal lubrication was exceptionally abundant. My tongue roamed freely over the entrance to her vagina, and I couldn't resist any longer. I knelt between her legs and gently inserted my penis into her.
My mother let out a soft moan, panting slightly, "Gently...be careful not to press on my belly..." I held her fuller, more rounded buttocks and said softly, "Mmm...I know, I'll be gentle with you..." I began to slowly thrust in and out.
Today, my mother's vagina felt deep and hot, not as tightly pressing against my penis as before, but with a sucking force. A large amount of slippery vaginal fluid gushed out, quickly making my penis feel like it was soaking in a hot water bottle, a tingling sensation that felt like it was melting my bones. I carefully controlled the force and speed, but my mother's sensitive body seemed to be experiencing particularly intense pleasure, and she quickly reached a sweet climax with a moan.
My mother's climax wasn't as intense as before. I thought for a moment, then withdrew my penis and cleaned her up.
Mom asked breathlessly, "Xiao Lei...you haven't..."
I smiled and hugged Mom, "It's okay, I'm already very comfortable. Mom has already climaxed, I'm afraid of hurting Mom's body."
Mom reached out her soft little hand and grasped my penis, "Then Mom will help Xiao Lei with that, okay?" I was about to agree, but then I thought for a moment and said softly, "No need...Mom is prone to vomiting...If I accidentally choke on something, or vomit again, that wouldn't be good..." Mom squeezed my penis tightly, "Mmm..."
I gently kissed Mom's eyes and said softly, "Let's go to sleep..." Mom suddenly giggled, "Xiao Lei, this isn't good for your health, or...or Mom will help Xiao Lei with her hand..."
I smiled and nodded, and Mom said softly, "Then stand up." I was a little confused, "Huh?"
"Like that time on the island..."
I recalled the enchanting scene on the island in the middle of the river in my hometown, and my heart burned with desire. I quickly got up and stood on the bed. My mother knelt in front of me, stretched out her slender fingers, and gently grasped my penis. She smiled and watched for a while, then suddenly stuck out her soft little tongue and gently licked it.
I quickly held my mother's head: "Really, don't... What if you can't control yourself and make Mom throw up?"
My mother nodded, and her little hand began to stroke. I breathed softly, looking at my mother's beautiful face, her lustful eyes gazing at me with seductive allure. After a moment, just like during our video sex sessions, she softly cried out, "...Brother...I can't let you fuck my pussy today...I'm sorry...After our baby is born...you can fuck me as much as you want..." "
Then you can fuck me however you want...I can fuck you to death...I can fuck you through...I can fuck your pussy raw, okay?"
"...And let you fuck my mouth...and shoot your semen into my mouth...I want to eat your semen so badly..."
My mother was unilaterally provoking me with her words. Although these words were too explicit and obscene, she knew that this would satisfy my most primal possessive desires. What man could resist his beloved woman kneeling before him and lewdly saying "Fuck me"?
Although I loved my mother very much, and normal sex didn't require this kind of stimulation, in special circumstances, these words could indeed give me immense pleasure. My penis was so hard it felt like it was about to explode. Mom felt it too, and she quickened her pace, her fair arms swinging rapidly like lotus roots. She continued to murmur seductive words: "Brother's cock is so big... I want brother to penetrate my flower... How about you let brother ejaculate into my uterus every day from now on..."
"...Don't let brother ejaculate today... Brother, ejaculate on my breasts, ejaculate on my face..." I finally ejaculated explosively, spraying my semen all over Mom's face, and even her full breasts were covered. Mom kept her eyes closed, her lips pursed, letting me ejaculate to my heart's content.
When I slowly softened in Mom's hands, she reached out and wiped the semen from her eyes, smiling, "Time to take a shower again."
I panted, "I'll help Mom wash..."
"Okay, Mom's arms are sore." Mom chuckled. I rested for a while, and when my breathing calmed down, I picked up Mom and went into the bathroom.
After we got back to bed, I gently hugged my mother and tucked her in. "I'm sorry, Mom, I made you say such hurtful things again."
Mom smiled and touched my face. "It's okay. I didn't want to say those things before because I was afraid Xiaolei would think I was cheap. Now I know Xiaolei wouldn't, and actually, I find it quite exciting to say such things." I looked at my mother tenderly and stroked her beautiful hair. As before, we gazed into each other's eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 9
"Mom, be careful." I helped my heavily pregnant mother slowly out of the house. The doctor's checkup just now confirmed that the baby was healthy again, and I was overjoyed. But my mother was becoming more and more anxious as the pregnancy progressed.
I had never seen my mother lose her temper in many years, but now I was slowly witnessing it. The doctor's advice was that pregnancy could change a woman's personality and cause anxiety, but I knew it wasn't just that: she was acting this way because she was carrying the fruit of our love. Actually, I was also incredibly nervous inside, but now I was the husband, and I couldn't show it in front of my mother.
Spring has arrived again, and whenever I have free time, I take my mother out for a walk. Getting some fresh air always helps her feel a little better. Although my mother sometimes can't control her emotions, she just mentioned that she wanted to buy some necessities for the unborn baby.
After buying some baby clothes and other supplies in the city, we found a park to stroll in. Normally, my mother is very affectionate with me and is very attached to me.
After walking for a while, Mom was a little tired. I helped her sit down on a bench and smiled, "Now I realize how hard pregnancy is for you..."
"It wasn't hard because Xiao Lei was with me... Before, I was young and inexperienced, and when I was pregnant with Xiao Lei, he didn't have a father. That was when it was really hard..."
I put one arm around Mom's shoulder, letting her lean against me, and gently stroked her round belly through her clothes with my other hand. "I will definitely take good care of you for the rest of my life, and I won't let you suffer like that again..."
[The End]

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