rebellious son

The call had barely connected when I called out "Husband!" before my husband could answer. My son's healthy hand reached out
and pulled me along. I hesitated for a moment, but didn't resist, letting him hold my hand. I
continued talking to my husband as we walked with him to a bus that was about to leave the station.
"You! How can you be so clumsy? You even trip and fall while running! What can you do at your age?"
My husband berated our son on the phone, his voice so loud it seemed everyone on the bus could
hear . I sat next to my son, and seeing his tense expression because of his father's scolding, I couldn't bear it.
I squeezed his cold hand to comfort him, then took the phone from him and tried to calm my husband
down, telling him not to be so angry with our son.
"Old Yang! Don't yell at the child like that, okay? He didn't want to fall. Do you know how painful a broken
arm is? You just start scolding him out of nowhere, scaring him even more. He's already
upset!"
Before I could finish, my husband interrupted, "Yanzi, stop protecting him. Look
how you've spoiled him! A grown man, acting like a delicate girl. Who will want
a child like that when he goes to college and looks for a job? Every time I scold him, you take his side. You just keep indulging him. It's good that he broke his arm!
It lets him know that his parents can't do everything for him."
I was a little annoyed too, and said irritably, "Fine, fine, I can't talk to you about this .
What time will you be home tomorrow? What do you want me to prepare?" "Let's eat dumplings! I've been eating boxed lunches every day since I left on this business trip, I'm so tired of it!" My husband's tone softened considerably
when he mentioned going home.
"My train will arrive this morning, but the company wants me to go to
headquarters , so I might not be able to come back by noon. You can prepare dinner."
"Okay." I glanced at my son beside me, who looked unhappy but dared not retaliate after being scolded, and whispered
to my husband, "Don't be so harsh with Yangyang when you get back. Our son has never suffered such injustice before. Don't
always have such a stern face towards him."
"I just think he's too weak. Never mind, we'll talk about the child's issues later. Tell him to take
good care of his injury, study more, and not let this little thing interfere with his studies! I bought him a pair of Nike shoes. I'll tell him
when I get back
Don't say anything more!" My husband is always so stubborn but soft-hearted. I couldn't help but smile slightly, agreed, and asked him if he wanted to say anything more to our son. My husband said no, and our son kept shaking his head at me,
indicating that he didn't want to listen to his father's nagging anymore. I shook my head and hung up the phone. This father and son are just too
incompatible ; no one can do anything about them.
When I got home, I was too exhausted to cook, so I went to the restaurant near my house, ordered a few dishes and some rice,
and prepared to have a simple dinner with my son.
My son's right hand was in a cast, so he couldn't use chopsticks and had to use a spoon in his left hand, struggling
to eat bite by bite. After only a few bites, he suddenly pushed his bowl away and said angrily, "Mom! I'm not eating!
"
I put down the bowl I had just picked up, walked over to the chair next to my son
, gently patted his back, and asked softly, "What's wrong, son? Is the food not to your liking? Do you want
me to cook you some noodles?"
"No! I just feel uncomfortable eating with a spoon! And I'm so not used to using my left hand
! I'm always afraid of knocking the bowl over if I use too much force when I scoop up a bite, so I'm just not eating! You eat by yourself! I'll just have a biscuit later
!" My son seemed to be softened by my gentle gaze, and his mood was no longer as agitated as before.
"Silly boy! I knew it! Never mind! Come on, Mom will feed you!" I said, picking up my son
's bowl and scooping out a few spoonfuls of his favorite Kung Pao Chicken. I mixed it, scooped a spoonful of rice and vegetables together
, tested it wasn't too hot—and gently offered it to him.
"Mom! No need! I'll just eat some biscuits later! I'm so old, it feels so awkward to be fed by you
!" My son shook his head, turning it away.
I found it a little funny. Teenagers in their adolescence are like that; they want to be independent in everything, let alone
be fed by their mothers like a good boy. It must be a huge blow to his self-esteem. But can he really
be independent ? Stubbornness won't do him any good in the end. It seems I still need my mom's guidance.
I smiled and shook my head, continuing softly, "What nutrition do cookies have? Your hand is so badly injured,
you need to nourish your body. How can you get better if you always eat snacks as your main meal? Be a good boy! Eat this bowl of rice properly for
Mom ! Besides, Mom can't eat all this food by herself, it's such a waste!
Come on, be good! Open your mouth!"
My son looked at me. Although he was uncomfortable with my constant "good boy" advice, seeing
the hint of heartache in my loving eyes, he couldn't be stubborn anymore. He
swallowed the spoonful of food I handed him and whispered, "Okay! Mom! Put it down. I'll eat by myself,
you should eat too, or the food will get cold!"
Hearing my son's considerate words, I was touched, but I insisted on feeding him the whole bowl of rice. My son
seemed a little impatient, but he held back and chose to comply, letting me feed him
bite by bite until he finished his meal. Deep down, seeing him so obediently letting me do as I pleased, opening his mouth when I told him to, eating
slowly when I told him to, I felt a strange, unprecedented excitement. Clearly, this excitement wasn't
the satisfaction of seeing my son be sensible; it was
the thrill of having my strong desire to control a young man satisfied.
My rebellious son initially clearly didn't want to accept this kind of motherly care, but after a couple of bites, he
gradually adapted. After finishing one bowl, he asked me for half a bowl more, eating with apparent enjoyment. While eating, he
asked me, "Mom! I remember you used to feed me like this when I was little, right?"
I smiled, reminiscing, and said, "Of course! Back then, your dad was always away on business trips,
and your parents sent you to your grandparents' house to be taken care of. But you always refused to eat the food your grandma fed you, every..."You insisted on being fed by your mother more than 67 times. Later, Grandma saw that you really couldn't be separated from your mother, so she persuaded your mother to take a leave of absence without pay to stay home and take care of you. Back then, you were just like you are now, always with your mouth wide open!

"Ah!" I exclaimed. "You used to ask Mommy to feed you, but now you're all grown up and think you're all independent. Mommy has to beg you to feed you now,
it's so unfair!" My son chuckled and continued eating. Only after he finished did I pick up my own
bowl and eat a few bites with the leftovers.
After the meal, Yangyang, still shaken from the day's events, wasn't in good spirits and seemed a bit dejected. I told
him to rest early. He obediently went back to his room. In the living room, after cleaning up the dishes, I,
equally exhausted, watched TV for a while, feeling unsettled. I couldn't shake
the brief excitement of feeding my son. It seemed my old habit had flared up again. I licked my dry lips and
silently called my own name: "Wang Yan! Wang Yan! Your husband will be back tomorrow! Just bear with it.
Masturbation can't compare to real sex. Hold on today, and you'll definitely be more passionate when you do it with your husband tomorrow.
" On the other hand, I also knew that my son's long-lost intimacy with me today had not only awakened
the maternal love that had been buried deep within me for years, but also deepened some
wicked .
I mentally coerced myself, trying to find something to do to distract myself. Suddenly,
I remembered that when we left the hospital, the doctor had prescribed some traditional Chinese medicine for Yang Yang. I quickly found it, took one dose to the kitchen
, brewed it, poured it into a bowl, and brought it to my son.
Yang Yang was lying on his side on his bed, holding a comic book with difficulty in one hand, engrossed in reading it under the lamp.
He never locks the door, so it wasn't until I tiptoed to his side that he suddenly noticed me, quickly sat
up, closed his comic book, slung it behind his back, and asked with a forced smile, "Mom! What are you doing here?"
I glared at him, placed the bowl of decocted Chinese medicine on the desk in front of his bed, and said with a light, slightly angry tone,
"Reading comics again! Look at your hands, they're all messed up, and you're still flipping through books! You really have the spirit to read books, why don't you look at your English
textbook ?"
"Mom!" My son blushed and argued, "I rarely read comics anymore.
I've had a few days off, and I don't read them all the time. I'll review my lessons by myself tomorrow! Don't worry!"
"Drink your medicine first!" I gestured for my son to drink the medicine, and seeing his grimacing face from the bitter taste, I quickly
poured him a glass of water to mask the bitterness. Then, picking up the medicine bowl, I walked out while threatening him, "I don't care anymore!
Your dad's coming back tomorrow anyway. If he finds out you only read comics and don't study, he'll tear all your
comics up!"
I really hoped I could scare him with his father, but my son just made a face at me and remained
unmoved . I could only sigh and leave his room.
The next day was the weekend.
I woke up early, very excited. My husband, whom I hadn't seen for a week, was finally coming back. Yesterday on the phone, this
rascal wanted dumplings, so early in the morning, I went to the market and bought ground meat and shrimp, preparing to make his
favorite .
Yangyang, however, seemed visibly uncomfortable because his father was coming back.
After lunch, I hurriedly started kneading the dough and mixing the filling to prepare for making dumplings. Yangyang, on the other hand, made an
excuse go to the library and quickly slipped out the door. I knew he was afraid his father would scold him for being careless and
unable to handle things, so he went out to avoid the limelight and clear his head. I didn't say anything and let him go. This child loves reading;
he's usually at the library or bookstore, which is good for his studies, so my husband and I don't really
object to him going.
As the sun began to set, bright sunlight streamed into the living room through the balcony glass. It was late spring, early summer, and
I, alone at the table, diligently making dumplings for my husband, was already sweating profusely.
Being naturally sensitive to heat, I was wearing a pale yellow skirt and a light white short-sleeved t-shirt.
Because I wanted to avoid the hassle, I didn't wear my favorite flesh-colored stockings today. Instead, I wore my two clean, adorable little feet bare,
slipped on pink slippers, and casually tied my long hair into a ponytail, looking every bit the stay-at-home mom. I was
diligently working, occasionally raising my arm to tidy up a stray strand of hair that had fallen in front of my eyes while I was rolling out dumpling wrappers
, or to wipe the sweat from my temples.
I had only finished half of making dumplings when the door opened. My long-awaited husband had finally returned, looking travel-worn.
I couldn't hide my joy and, ignoring the flour still on my hands, rushed to hug him.
Although it had only been a few days, for some reason, this business trip of his felt like an eternity. My physical and
emotional longing for him was indescribable.
My husband is my pillar of support. Although I find psychological satisfaction almost every night through certain illusory and even sinful thoughts
, I know these unspeakable ideas are utterly unrealistic. Even though I
know I can't easily shake off these strange thoughts that haunt my mind, I firmly believe that these
sinful thoughts arise from my unfulfilled physical desires. As long as my husband is by my
side, with his unparalleled energy and my years of love for him, I'm certain that physical
pleasure will firmly suppress those sinful thoughts that have recently surfaced and filled me with shame.
At the same time , I hope that from now on I will stop having these wild thoughts, abandon my excuses, and truly achieve
a union of body and soul with my husband to purify my heart.
With all these beautiful thoughts in mind, I nestled into my husband's arms. But before I could say anything,
my husband unexpectedly started cursing and urging me to help him straighten his clothes.
"Damn it! They send me to do all the hard work! Yanzi! Quickly get me a few more sets of clothes, socks,
underwear , and stuff. Also, check how much cash we have at home and give me some extra. I have to leave right away!"
My husband came in without even changing his shoes, just gave me a light hug around the waist, and pushed me away towards the kitchen.
I quickly followed and asked, "What's wrong? You just got home, where are you going?"
"Back to Nanjing! There was a big accident on this project, and I'm the main person in charge. I just got back to the company
and got a good scolding from the boss. They've rescheduled it, and the company has assigned me to the construction site to supervise the project until
it's finished! Looks like I'll be away for a few months!" My husband opened the refrigerator, pulled out a few pastries, and ate
a couple of bites haphazardly. I asked, "Where's our son?"
"He went to the library after lunch. Should we call him back?" I went into the bedroom to get my husband's things ready .i=69> She gathered a suitcase full of clothes for the trip, and then took out all the cash from the house and handed it to him. Seeing his tired face…

He was unkempt, his beard scraggly, and his clothes disheveled. A pang of heartache shot through me. The thought of
having to part again so soon after our reunion filled me with reluctance. Gently stroking his mud-covered
face , tears welling in my eyes, I asked tenderly, "What time are you leaving? If you have time, eat the dumplings I made before you go.
"
My husband looked at me with eyes full of guilt and warmth. He put one arm around my waist and took
the hand I was using to stroke his face, gently kissing it and whispering, "Yanzi, take good care of yourself while I'm gone!"
Then, deep affection, we began to kiss. Our tongues swirled together in our mouths. He gently
released my hand and began to roughly knead my breasts.
Because my bra wasn't padded, the way my husband rubbed them through my shirt made my breasts sting,
and I couldn't help but let out a soft "Mmm." I nestled in his arms, passionately kissing my husband
's stubble-covered face, while raising my left leg and skillfully rubbing my bare knee, exposed by my pale yellow skirt, against his
crotch . His penis, through his pants, seemed to be aroused by the friction of my fair, glistening thigh.
"Come on, honey!" I whispered seductively, my eyes filled with intense
longing. After several days of emptiness, I really wanted to take advantage of our son's absence and make love with my husband
. Regular masturbation couldn't eradicate this sinful urge; at this moment, my dark-skinned, unattractive husband seemed like
the perfect remedy for my emptiness and restlessness. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and my husband, who was unremarkable to begin with and now
disheveled, suddenly aroused an incredibly strong desire in me. This time, unlike the usual
lust fueled by fantasies and self-stimulation, it was a pure, mutual yearning between a man and a woman.
"No time! I have to catch the train soon, I don't even have time to eat dumplings, and besides, it's broad daylight ,
what if Yang Yang sees this when he gets back..." My husband was about to argue when he suddenly realized that I had been forced to do
something, and I had unzipped his pants without him noticing. I reached into his
crotch , which I started stroking. Before it was fully erect, I squatted down and began to greedily suck on it.
"Ah!" My husband let out a low growl of pleasure, and without saying anything more, he held my head and thrust
his penis and out of my mouth.
My husband probably hadn't showered much during his business trip, and his thick, black penis smelled incredibly foul. I only sucked on it
a couple of times before I was overwhelmed by the stench emanating from his genitals. But my husband was also very fond of having his penis
in my mouth, and the intense suction of my mouth on his glans made him press my head
down and happily thrust his penis in and out of my mouth. The stimulation from oral sex quickly made my husband's erection rock hard
.
I tried to push away his large hand that was on my head, gagged a few times, and after feeling nauseous for a while, I stood up
and pulled him into the bedroom. We closed the door and suddenly fell onto the bed in a passionate embrace,
groping each other's bodies and exchanging fervent kisses.
My husband slipped his rough right hand under my skirt and gently touched the inside of my smooth, white thigh.
Suddenly, he ripped off my white silk panties and expertly moved his hand to
my genitals. He first ran two fingers along the edge of my vulva, tracing back and forth on my clitoris.
Finding my hand warm and damp, he leered at me, "Wife, you're really horny. I've only been away from home for a few days, and
you're already horny after just a few touches?"
With that, he unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees, and
climbed on top of me, his large, erect penis, dripping with my saliva, now hard and swollen. While continuing to kiss me, he
rubbed and nuzzled his large, dark penis against my flawless white legs, looking incredibly eager. While waiting for my permission
, he pulled down my panties, which he hadn't completely removed earlier, and tossed them aside.
I playfully punched him a few times, pulling my skirt up above my stomach, spreading my legs to reveal my
naked private parts. I reached out and grasped my husband's large penis, rubbing it back and forth, guiding him to place the head of his penis against my vulva,
urging him, "Stop talking so much nonsense, aren't you rushing to catch the train? Hurry up! Otherwise, Zizhen will be
back !"
"My little slut! I'll fuck you to death!" My husband laughed heartily, straddling my legs as I guided him
to slowly insert his penis into my vagina. His hot, hard penis paused slightly in my wet vagina,
seemingly searching for that long-lost feeling. Suddenly, my husband shouted and began to mount me, starting his
conquest.
There was no excessive passion, no excessive shyness; this couple, married for many years,
began their familiar sexual life on this weekend afternoon.
What we sought in each other was pure physical pleasure. My husband has almost never disappointed me in this regard.
His hard, dark penis thrusts in and out of my vagina, which has been empty for days, while I twist my lower body to actively
cooperate with his intercourse. Soon, we are both sweating profusely and panting heavily.
"Yan'er! How is it? Huff... I'm about to cum!" My husband is a little overwhelmed, and his thrusting speed
is getting faster and faster, and he is sweating more and more.
"Mmm... I want more! Harder! Husband! Again! Ah... like this! Again!" Every now and then, my husband's
glans touches my cervix, and every time that stimulating feeling comes, I
can't help but shudder and moan happily. For a moment, I am panting heavily, and my soft breasts
rise and fall with the rhythm of lovemaking. I twist my waist more vigorously, using my already dripping vagina to
play with my husband's penis, which is getting bigger and bigger from the rapid thrusting, while making comfortable moans.
"I can't take it anymore! I really have to go! Ah... I've come!" My husband was probably still preoccupied with work;
this he came so quickly. So much so that I didn't even have time for the beautiful fantasies that usually accompany my orgasm before he finished
, which left me slightly disappointed.
But there was nothing I could do; I still held onto my husband's plump waist, letting him lie on top of me, motionless, ejaculating all his
passionate semen into my body. He kissed me again and again, waiting until he had completely ejaculated
and was fully satisfied before slowly separating from my body.
Perhaps it was the disappointment after sex, or the lingering pain of separation after the brief pleasure, that would accompany us...
For a moment, I found it hard to accept. After our lovemaking, I silently got out of bed,
wiped my soiled lower body clean with the tissues on the bedside table, put my underwear back on, straightened my clothes (wrinkled by my husband) and
my disheveled ponytail, looking rather listless, frowning as I leaned against the headboard. My silent demeanor was
a stark contrast to the me who had been so passionate and affectionate in bed just moments before.
Seeing my pitiful state, my husband, already dressed, came to my side, put his hand on my shoulder,
and was about to say a few words of comfort when we suddenly heard the faint sound of a door opening: it was our son!
I quickly pushed my husband away and whispered, "Yangyang's back!"
My husband heard me too and hurried to the living room. I quickly got out of bed, put on my slippers, and followed him out.
"Dad!" The son came in with his head down and saw his husband coming out of the bedroom. He seemed very uncomfortable,
but because he felt he had done something wrong, he didn't dare to face his father. He didn't seem to notice anything wrong between the two of them and
just asked softly, "You just got back?"
"Yes!" The husband, covered in sweat, looked at his son, who had just run back from outside and was also covered in sweat with an injured
arm in a sling. He said to him in an unusually gentle tone, "Yangyang, Dad can't stay home much this time.
I have to go to the construction site in Nanjing right away. This time it will be for several months. You listen to your mother at home and don't make her angry,
understand?"
"Just got back and I'm leaving already? So soon?" The son
threw on the sofa and asked his husband in confusion.
"Yes, there was an accident at the construction site, and we have to rush to finish. Remember what I said, don't make your mother
angry, and listen to her in everything. I'll try to come back to see you when I have time, but if your mother
complains to me when I get back, see how I deal with you!" The husband's
tone .
"Okay! Dad, be careful at the construction site. I'll take care of things at home, don't worry!"
"This child! And you! You broke your hand while running, how are you? Does it still hurt?"
The husband handed his son some pocket money and asked.
"It hurts! I didn't fall asleep until midnight last night!" The son took the money from his father. He was no longer so
afraid of his father.
"Take good care of yourself, don't spend money recklessly, and don't upset your mother. Focus on your studies. If you fall behind in your studies,
Dad will call often. Oh, and in that pocket over there are the Nike shoes Dad bought for you. Try them on later to
see if they fit. Okay, I have to go now." As he spoke, my husband glanced at me, his eyes filled with reluctance.
Clearly, he had many heartfelt words he hadn't had time to say, and the impending separation made him feel a little sad.
But how could I not feel that same sadness? And as a woman, it was even stronger for me than for him.
My son and I helped my husband carry his luggage all the way to the entrance of the community. After watching him get into a
taxi , my son and I went home in silence.

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