Encouragement for Mother

Mom, you have three children; but I only have one mother.

I beg you, please don't dwell on it anymore. Being abandoned by your husband doesn't mean you need to give up on yourself.

Honestly, compared to you before the divorce, I like you much more now. Although you're more haggard, more talkative, and more troublesome than before, I can truly feel it—you care for us and look after us even more than before.

Mom, I love you so much, do you know that?

I'm so grateful to my filial older brother and sister. Although they don't earn much after graduation, they give us more for household expenses than anyone else! This allows you, who has been working hard for seven years, to retire peacefully and enjoy family time at home, spending more time with me while I'm still studying.

I clearly remember who rushed me to the emergency room in the early morning when they learned I had a high fever; who reminded me to wear warm clothes and take care of myself when the weather was still chilly.

Without a maid to serve you, you've even learned to cook, iron, wash dishes, sweep, and clean the toilet—chores you never used to do—now you can do them all by yourself! How amazing and astonishing!

"Mom…please, please stop smoking and drinking, okay?"

I can't remember how many times I've told you to quit smoking and drinking. Every time I see you drunk and neglecting your health, my heart aches terribly.

Why do you still shed tears for that heartless man who doesn't deserve your sorrow when the night is quiet?

Looking at my half-drunk mother, and thinking of my unfaithful father, anger always wells up unexpectedly.

Mom, do you know? Today, you've reached chef-level skill. Practice makes perfect, and you no longer need to ask us with that insecure tone, "Is it overcooked?", "Is it good?", "My cooking is so bad, I'll just make do with this meal or two..."

Really, I have to say it again from the bottom of my heart: "It's delicious! Your cooking is getting better and better!"

You've reached the standard of a good mother; it's just that that awful man doesn't know how to cherish you and hasn't fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband.

Undoubtedly... I'm not good at expressing my feelings to you. Even though I really want to thank you, the words "thank you" get stuck in my throat. I don't know how to build a good relationship with you. Although I want to hug you, I suppress the urge again in front of you.

Mom, I really love you, do you know that?

I don't know when this thought first surfaced in my mind. I don't know if it's an Oedipus complex; I only know that the thought of "wanting to replace Dad" has gradually become stronger and stronger, exceptionally strong.

Even though I knew this thought would distort family bonds and harm my relationship with my family, the more I suppressed it, the stronger it became.

I remember that day clearly; it was Mom's 25th wedding anniversary, and also the 7th anniversary of our divorce.

This was the day I hated Dad the most. Why did he have to choose this day seven years ago, without any warning, to file for divorce and then pack his things and run into that shameless woman's arms? What's worse, that shameless woman was your best friend.

I waited anxiously until after 4 a.m., unable to sleep because I was worried about your safety, waiting anxiously at home all night.

That night, Mom, you came home dressed sexily but with light makeup, reeking of alcohol and unsteady on your feet. You put down your keys, locked the door, threw down your handbag, and were about to vomit. Soon after, you rushed into the bathroom and vomited repeatedly into the toilet.

Seeing you degrade yourself like this, Mom, my heart ached as much as yours.

What was most infuriating was that once you calmed down, you actually fell asleep embracing the toilet. Seeing you so filthy, I couldn't bear it, so I carried you into the bathtub, grabbed the showerhead, and recklessly sprayed water on your face, washing you thoroughly clean.

"Ah..." You were slightly awakened by the cold water, slowly opening your eyes, looking at me, then at your surroundings. Perhaps due to the familiar feeling, your mind was quickly overwhelmed by the strong effects of the alcohol, and soon you fell asleep again.

Maybe the alcohol you drank was very potent; I have to admire Mom for being able to find your way home safely even when so drunk.

Lying in the bathtub, disheveled and half-asleep, you were even more attractive and charming with the water on your face. Although your makeup was completely gone, it didn't affect your image and status in my heart at all.

The wet black halter-neck mini dress clung to your delicate body, perfectly highlighting your full bust. Because one leg was bent, the dress had slipped down to your thigh, revealing the edge of your black panties.

I believe no son could easily forget or resist the sight before him, especially not the son of a husband who had always harbored a strong desire to be a mother.

A sudden alarm bell rang in my conscience. Still clear-headed, I realized that if I didn't control myself, it would have irreparable consequences for both of us—this was no joke.

As your son, I had become erect in front of your beautiful body, Mom, at 120% engorgement. The swelling was dangerously high. If you could hear my plea, you would know how much I wanted to hug you.

Mom, I'm sorry!

I slowly succumbed to it, unable to save myself. Why did you give up on yourself? If no one cherishes you, no one appreciates you, no one comforts you, then let me bear that burden!

Driven by youthful vigor, I couldn't restrain myself any longer and finally made a move, even though I knew it was wrong and immoral. Unfortunately, I couldn't resist the intense sensual stimulation, especially after I had pulled your underwear down to your knees and was freely eyeing your most mysterious crotch.

Everything felt like doing the most natural and proper thing in the world. I no longer considered morality or immorality; I had already done wrong, so what difference did it make how much I did?

I didn't care whether doing this would wake you up or not; I only knew that I wanted to relive the feeling of breastfeeding. So I pulled up your dress, revealing half a cup of your black lace bra, and then slightly pulled down your strapless bra, sucking and rubbing it.

"Mmm..." you murmured sweetly. I believe this must be the kind of pleasure you, like parched land receiving rain, often can't forget in your midnight dreams.

I proved with my actions that I, still a minor, was more than capable. I knew you could feel it; even though you were drunk and not fully awake, your tight, moist passage told me of the injustices, emptiness, and loneliness of the past seven years.

The pleasurable reaction from your womb—if you knew that the one having sex with you in your dreams was your beloved son, would you feel ashamed? Or would you continue to yield to your desires and unfulfilled longing as you are now?

"Husband…it's wonderful…"

Regardless of who the other person was, I accepted it all.

Because I love you, Mom!

Let me comfort you properly; even just this once is enough to satisfy me.

I thrust desperately, and you moved in rhythm, gripping my arms frantically, our movements seamless like lovers who had been intimate many times before.

Finally, as your vaginal fluids gushed forth like a geyser, I, too, couldn't resist the suction from my glans and quickly offered my virgin semen to the place of my birth—the body from you, the fluids from you, the genes from you!

Sixteen years later, I returned it all to my biological mother. Do you know how intense my pleasure was?

After ejaculation, my turbulent emotions finally calmed down. I did what a son should do: properly clean my mother's body, then went back to my bedroom, letting things end quietly like that…

I never imagined that asking the sun to rise in the west would be so much easier than persuading you to quit smoking and drinking. Afterwards, I simply couldn't fathom that you, a man who was always smoking and drinking, would one day actually succeed in quitting.

You seem radiant and carefree after leaving behind cigarettes and alcohol; perhaps your inner knot has finally been untied?

But can you tell me why the way you look at me has changed?

Mom, do you know? Your eyes are brimming with lust, quite lewd indeed!

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