flower wedding

【The Bride】

Chapters 1-7 (Incomplete)

Author: Mr. Pipe

25//22 Published: First Post

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Word Count: 9296 This is

my first post. After much planning,

I realized I've always wanted to write a pure love novel. Then I thought, why not start with a pure love erotic novel? But that wasn't exciting enough, so I'll write a pure love incest erotic novel instead. My

writing is a bit rusty, so I hope you can offer valuable feedback to help me improve future prologues.

********** ... -----------Zhang Ailing, Chapter 1 The winter morning was exceptionally chilly. The kettle gurgled, leisurely releasing white steam that veiled the living room windowpane with a thin layer of mist. Bored, I idly traced my finger across it, drawing the silhouette of a graceful woman. Just then, the sound of a key turning in the locker door filled the air, and a beautiful woman in a beige trench coat entered. I called out, "Mom, you're here! Why are you here so early?" Mom took off her coat, placed her bag on the cabinet, came over, and patted my head, saying, "Why didn't you go out to play today? When you were in school, you were always thinking about going out. Why are you staying home during winter break?" She smiled slightly, turned her head, and saw my drawing on the window, asking, "Who is this?" I replied, "It's Mom." Mom laughed and said, "Mom's figure isn't that good!" From her smile, it was clear that Mom was very happy to see my drawing. I pouted and said, "Mom still hasn't answered why I came so early today." Mom complained, "The company executives had a meeting today, and everyone was free, so they gave us the day off. I had to come all this way in this cold weather for nothing." I said "Oh," and seeing my distracted expression, Mom said, "What's wrong? Don't you want to see Mom? You seem so unhappy." I quickly said, "No, no, I wish I could be with Mom every day." Mom hugged me tightly and said, "You silly child, you're fourteen years old already, still so clingy. Haven't you grown up yet?" I looked at Mom earnestly and said, "Mom, I know you're usually bored at home alone. Now that I'm older, of course I want to spend more time with you." Hearing this, tears welled up in Mom's eyes. She held my hand and said, "Good child, I'm so happy you're so good." She wiped her eyes and continued... She continued, "Look, you little rascal, you've touched Mommy's heart. Mommy bought so much food today, what do you want to eat? Mommy will make it for you." I said, "Anything is fine, as long as it's Mommy's cooking, it'll be delicious." Mommy pinched my nose and said, "Little devil, you're so good at talking." That lunch, Mommy and I had a very happy meal, chatting about many trivial things in life. Mommy is usually a very quiet woman, not very talkative. Since she found out that Daddy was having an affair, Mommy has become even more taciturn. She has a peaceful and unassuming personality, and when faced with this kind of thing, she can only cry alone and face it in silence. Although Daddy comes home occasionally, he is always cold and sarcastic to Mommy. As a child, I didn't understand why Daddy would cheat on Mommy when Mommy was so beautiful and gentle. Although I didn't understand the meaning of cheating at the time, I just had the mark in my heart that Daddy was sorry to Mommy. Winter vacation flew by, and school is about to start. Throughout the vacation, I tried my best to make my mother happy. Because I'm young and my abilities are limited, I could only help her with housework and occasionally save up my allowance to buy her a hair accessory or some inexpensive jewelry. My mother would cry every time she received these gifts. I didn't want to see her cry, so I told her, "Mom, when I grow up, I'll earn lots and lots of money and buy you lots of gifts, making you the happiest mother in the world, okay? Please don't cry." My mother sobbed while stroking my head and said, "I'm already the happiest mother in the world, Xiaoyan. Mom is crying because I'm happy." Although I'm only in junior high school, I chose to live at a boarding school because it's far from home. I can only go to school once a month. My mother doesn't want me to travel back and forth every day, as it's a long and unsafe journey. Even though we're only apart for a month, my mother still prepares a lot of things for me before I leave, including food and other necessities, and gives me repeated instructions, as if I'm going on a long trip and won't be able to come back for a long time. I hugged my mom and said with a smile, "Mom, I'll be here at the end of the month. It's not like I'm going on a long trip. Look at all this stuff you've prepared for me, it's enough for a year. Don't worry, I'll call you." Mom saw the pile of things she'd prepared and couldn't help but smile too. "You're my only son, of course I'm worried. See if anything's missing, Mom will get it for you." I blinked and said, "There's one very important thing missing. I don't know if Mom will give it to me?" Mom looked at me suspiciously and said, "What is it? I remember I prepared everything quite well." I said, "It's missing a goodbye kiss from Mom before you leave, haha." Hearing this, Mom's cheeks instantly turned rosy. She said, "Xiaoyan, a goodbye kiss is something only your future wife can give you." I said, "Then when I grow up and marry Mom, can I give her a goodbye kiss?" Mom was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "Nonsense! With such a sweet tongue, don't date in school! You're still young, understand?" I nodded and said, "I know, I'll be good." Mom hugged my cheeks. She kissed me and said, "Is this alright? Change your shoes, let's go to the station." Chapter Two: School days are always boring. The dull textbooks, the teachers' instructions, the classmates' laughter—none of it seemed to have anything to do with me. I only thought about the two days I could see my mother each month. Was she lonely at home alone? Was she like she was when my father had just left, quietly making a cup of tea, sitting by the window, looking at the desolate scenery outside, waiting for the person who would never return? Just as I was lost in thought, a piece of chalk hit me on the head with a "smack," and a serious voice rang out: "Li Yan, tell me, what are your thoughts on Hu Shi's 'My Mother'?" Suddenly called on, I stood up abruptly, scattering books and pens all over the floor. Seeing my disheveled appearance, the classmates all laughed. My cheeks turned red from the laughter, and I stammered, "I think he describes... yes, the image of a great mother..." The teacher nodded and said, "And then?" I composed myself and continued, " The article recounts the author's childhood, recalling his mother's upbringing and the harmonious relationship between her and the family, overflowing with gratitude for his mother. Through delicate writing, the article showcases his mother's love, kindness, and tolerance.

The teacher gestured for me to sit down and said, "Li Yan is absolutely right. This is exactly the kind of feeling Hu Shi wanted to express. All of you students have loving mothers at home. After reading this article, I hope you can truly understand and feel your mother's love."

As soon as I sat down, my female classmate nudged me with her elbow and said, "Not bad! You clearly weren't paying attention in class, yet you still managed to make something up so well."

I smiled and said, "Because my mother is like that too."

She exclaimed in surprise, "You don't have a father either?"

Hearing that I didn't have a father, I immediately felt a surge of anger, and my face turned extremely ugly.

Seeing my displeasure, she stuck out her tongue and said, "Sorry, I misspoke. Let's go to class."

After a month of eager anticipation, it was finally the weekend I could go home. I packed my luggage at noon, and as soon as the last class ended in the afternoon, I rushed to the dormitory, grabbed my things, and ran out.

My roommate, seeing me rushing like a lost dog, grabbed me and said, "What are you running for so fast?"

I said, "Home, what else could I be doing?"

He said, "Hey, what's the point of going home so early? Let's go play a few rounds of CS?"

I said, "No, my mom is waiting for me to eat at home. Let's play next week, bye-bye."

My roommate let go of my hand and said, "You're such a spoilsport, get lost."

I smiled apologetically at him, grabbed my bag, and ran. I took a bumpy bus ride home, unlocked the door with my key, and the house was as clean and tidy as ever. I called out "Mom!" a few times.

Mom poked her head out of the kitchen, smiling, and said, "You're here! I thought you'd be late. You're so early; I've only just started preparing the vegetables."

I said, "I missed you, Mom, so I came early to keep you company."

Mom snorted, "You're just all sweet talk. Put your things down, put the dirty clothes in the washing machine, watch some TV, and I'll call you when it's ready."

I proudly said, "I washed my own clothes; do you need my help in the kitchen?"

Mom exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, you can do laundry now!" She then opened my bag and saw several pieces of clothing I had washed, still covered in stubborn stains I hadn't cleaned properly. She laughed loudly, "Ha, you did wash them, but it's practically the same as not washing them at all!"

I said unhappily... "Mom's laughing at me, humph."

Mom quickly explained, "No, I'm glad you can wash your own clothes, but you don't need to do that now. Studying hard is your most important task right now."

Seeing that my efforts were praised like this, she said unhappily, "I know, I just wish Mom wouldn't have to work so hard."

Mom could see that I was unhappy, so she patted my shoulder and said, "Don't be discouraged. Mom didn't deny your efforts. How about this, since you're so obedient, Mom will take you to a hot spring tomorrow, okay?"

Hearing this news, I jumped up happily. The last time I went to a hot spring was six or seven years ago, when Dad was still alive. I remember there was a water park there. I hugged my mom's neck and said, "Really? Don't lie to me, Mom."

Mom laughed and said, "When have I ever lied to you? Let go, you're going to break my neck! I need to cook, you watch TV."

The next morning, after breakfast, Mom and I drove to Shuicheng Hot Spring. Mom had booked a super luxurious hot spring room with a living room, bedroom, and a backyard with a large outdoor hot spring pool. Mom is usually very frugal, so this room must have been very expensive.

I asked Mom, "Mom, this room must be very expensive, right?"

Mom said, "As long as you're happy, spending a little money is fine. It's not easy for us to go on a trip together, so it's worth it no matter how expensive it is."

After resting in the room for a while, Mom suggested we go to the water park in Shuicheng first, and I happily agreed.

Shuicheng Water Park was huge, with a giant swimming pool, water slides, a Ferris wheel, and various levels of diving. Mom and I went to the men's and women's changing rooms to change into our swimsuits, and then I squatted at the exit waiting for Mom.

A moment later, Mom gracefully walked out of the exit. She was wearing a rather traditional one-piece swimsuit that hugged her sexy and voluptuous body. Her large breasts stood proudly on her chest. Although the swimsuit didn't have any extra embellishments, it still accentuated Mom's shapely figure.

As a boy who had entered puberty, I was stunned by this sight. This was the first time I had ever appreciated Mom's figure in this way.

Seeing me like this, Mom asked curiously, "What's wrong? Is there something on me?"

Snapping out of my daze, I said, "No, it's just that Mom is so beautiful."

Mom smiled and twirled around, saying, "Really? I haven't worn a swimsuit in ages."

I nodded seriously and said, "Really, Mom is the most beautiful woman in the world."

Mom blushed and said, "Nonsense, you're so beautiful, and your dad isn't..." Speaking of Dad, she lowered her head sadly, choking back the rest of her sentence. I quickly comforted her, "That's not Mom's fault, it's Dad's fault for not having good taste. Come on, let's go play."

Mom hummed in agreement, came over, took my hand, and led me to the pool. Because I inherited my father's genes, I've always been quite tall. At only 75cm in my second year of junior high, I'm several centimeters taller than Mom. At that moment, I felt that holding hands didn't look like mother and son, but more like lovers. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but curse myself inwardly, "Damn it."

I dragged my mom around for a while, then we went to the water slide. Mom said she was scared because it was too high. I said it was okay, I'd go down first and wait for you down there. If there was any danger, I'd rush up to save you.

Mom laughed and said, "If there really is any danger, you'll fly out of the water. How will you save me?" I blushed and retorted, "Then I'll fly out and hug you."

Mom chuckled and said, "Little rascal, are you Superman?"

Chapter 3:

After playing for several hours, it was already past three in the afternoon. Because she hadn't done such strenuous exercise in a long time, Mom collapsed wearily onto a lounge chair by the pool after getting out of the water.

I sat down next to her and said, "Mom, are you thirsty? I'll go buy you something to drink."

Mom nodded weakly, clearly exhausted. I ran to the pool's changing room, took ten yuan from my pocket, and

after hesitating for a while at the convenience store, I bought a bottle of Fanta for myself and a bottle of milk tea for Mom, since she doesn't like carbonated drinks. After paying, I happily ran back to the pool.

The pool was nearly empty by then. I hurried to the exit and saw two short, thin men standing next to where my mother was sitting. They seemed to be talking to her, but

she was frowning, wrapped in a towel, and silent. I quickly went over, and one of the men said, "Hey beautiful, it's no fun playing alone. There's an event at the Water City Bar Street tonight, want to come with us?"

The other man chimed in, "Yeah, beautiful, it's really lively there tonight, come on over."

My mother whispered, "I didn't come alone, I brought my son. You two better leave and don't bother me."

The first man let out a lewd laugh and said, "Son? You're not kidding me, are you? You look like a young girl, how could you have a son? Haha."

At this point, I was furious and yelled, "I am her son! You can get lost!"

那两人头看着我，又看了看我妈妈，同时大笑道：“你是她儿子？我看你像她的小情人呢，小兄，要不带着你马子今晚跟我一起去乐呵一下。。。。”

他话还没说完，我一拳直接揍到了他脸颊上，打的他趴在地上半天才过神来，骂道：“x你妈，你他妈敢打我，老子今天弄死你。”

说完爬起来和他同伴向我冲过来，我从小就爱踢足球，又经常锻炼，身体格外健壮，又比较高大，这两个人干干瘦瘦的，我也不怕他们，对着他们就冲过去，三个人就这样扭打在一起。

My mother cried out in alarm, "Xiaoyan, don't fight!"

Seeing my mother's frail appearance, a surge of heroic courage welled up within me. I said to her, "Mom, you go first, I'll handle them."

Of course, my mother wouldn't leave me behind, but she couldn't separate us, so she could only helplessly shout, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

Because the fighting was so loud, the pool security guards and lifeguards soon rushed over. A group of people quickly pulled us apart, and after understanding the situation, they decided to take the two men to the police station.

The two men were quick-witted; seeing that things were getting out of hand, they took advantage of the chaos and disappeared in a flash.

After the matter was settled, I helped my mother, who was slumped on the ground, to the room. As soon as I closed the door, my mother hugged me tightly and started crying uncontrollably. My mother is naturally gentle, and experiencing something like this must have put her under immense psychological pressure.

But I had just been hit on the head a few times by those two brats, and hearing my mother's cries made my head throb even more. However, I still mustered my strength to comfort her, "Don't cry, Mom, it's alright now."

After a long while, my mother finally stopped crying, looked at me with her clear eyes, and said excitedly, "You're not hurt! It's all my fault! If anything had happened to you, I wouldn't want to live anymore!"

I smiled and said, "It's okay, I just got hit a few times. I can take it. It's not my fault, those two were just too shameless."

My mother didn't speak, and lowered her head . She hugged me tightly around the waist, looking so helpless, like a petal in the wind, easily scattered.

Yes, Dad has been gone for almost five years, and Mom has raised me alone. As a woman, she has a vulnerable and delicate side, but as a mother, she has to bear everything alone with strength.

Since Dad left, my maternal grandparents have rarely contacted Mom. They disapproved of my parents' marriage back then, and the marriage ended so tragically. Does Mom remember how she firmly told my grandparents back then, "I will bear everything myself"?

A woman is blind to love, like a moth, like a candle. At that moment, I secretly made up my mind to give this woman, my mother, happiness and joy. From now on, I will protect her forever.

After this incident, we lost interest in playing anymore. We packed our things and drove straight home.

Only after arriving home did Mom's heart settle down, because this was the place she cherished, where she found a sense of security. I helped Mom sit on the sofa and poured her a glass of warm water.

Mom said, "Xiaoyan, I'm so sorry, my precious holiday has been ruined."

I smiled and said, "It's okay, Mom. I'm happy wherever I am with you. I hope today's gloom will be dispelled. I love seeing Mom smile; you're the most beautiful when you smile."

Mom looked at me tenderly, her eyes filled with love, and said softly, "Time flies so fast. Xiaoyan is all grown up now, and he can protect Mom. Sometimes I feel that it doesn't matter whether your dad is here or not. Having you is enough for me. I'm really afraid that one day you'll leave me too..."

I said firmly, "No, Mom. I will always be with you and protect you."

Mom finally smiled and said, "Silly child, how can you be with Mom forever? You will grow up, have your own family, wife, and children."

I shook my head and said, "No, I only love Mom. I hope to be with you forever, through thick and thin, through laughter and joy. If it really comes to that... " "If I were to marry, I would only marry my mother."

Hearing this, my mother froze, then tears welled up in her eyes again. Thinking I had upset her, I quickly said, "Mom, what's wrong? I'm sorry, don't cry."

My mother held my hand, her gentle voice like a soft night rain, saying, "No... Xiaoyan. I'm not angry... I'm happy... I'm so happy, so... you see, you've made Mom cry like a child."

Seeing her like this, I teased, "So, Mom, you're willing to let me marry you?"

My mother pushed me away, playfully scolding, "Nonsense! What mother marries her son? Go take a shower and get some rest; you have to go to school tomorrow afternoon."

I stood up, gave a proper salute, and said, "Yes, ma'am, my dear wife."

My mother paused for a moment upon hearing my address, then smiled sweetly.

Chapter Four:

Time flies, and another spring has arrived.

Since that time, I felt that my feelings for my mother had changed. It seemed that it was no longer a pure mother-son affection, but mixed with some complicated things. At the time, I didn't know how to explain this feeling.

I just wanted to see my mother every day. I often dreamed about her. In my dream, my mother was wearing a white dress, her black hair was draped over her shoulders, and her beautiful face was incredibly beautiful in the dream's halo.

She was looking at me with endless longing in her eyes. I wanted to go to her and hug her, but I got further and further away until she disappeared at the end of my sight. I cried out in sadness.

With a start, I woke up from my dream. My roommate, Lei, looked at me in surprise, his face covered in sweat. "You fucking scared me to death! What happened? Did you dream of a ghost?"

I shook my head with a wry smile and said, "Much scarier than ghosts."

Lei said, "Holy crap, there's something scarier than ghosts? Want to go home after school this afternoon?" Seeing my expression, he immediately added, "Okay, okay, no need to say anything. You need to go home! Your mom's waiting for you to eat, I know, damn it."

After the fourth period, I grabbed my luggage and rushed home. When I got to the door, just as I was about to rush in and yell "Mom!", I suddenly heard voices inside.

We almost never have outsiders visiting our house. Who could it be? Curious, I pressed my ear to the door

and heard my mother's intermittent voice: "Old Liu, I know your feelings, but Xiaoyan is still young, I'm afraid he can't accept it..."

At that moment, a deep male voice rang out: "Xiao'ou, I understand what you're saying, but I truly admire you very much. We're not young anymore; if we don't decide soon, we'll really be too old."

My mother seemed to hesitate for a moment before replying, "Hmm, I'll think about it and give you an answer. This is such a big decision; I don't want to make a hasty one, and I want to hear Xiaoyan's opinion."

Hearing this, my head throbbed with a dull, throbbing pain. Was my mother getting married? Was she leaving me? Why so suddenly? Why did I feel such heartache upon hearing this news?

Since my father left, my mother has raised me alone, working so hard, bearing everything by herself. Now she has a shoulder to lean on; isn't that good? Of course, this is the best, I muttered to myself, standing at the door, comforting myself. This is certainly the best outcome.

Like a wooden doll, I turned the doorknob and walked into the living room. I saw my mother sitting on the sofa with a middle-aged man. The man was probably around forty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and dressed very elegantly. Seeing me come in, he smiled and nodded, saying, "Is this Xiaoyan? Hello."

My mother smiled and said, "You're here. This is Uncle Liu. Say hello."

I greeted him as Uncle Liu, then put my bag on the shelf and turned to my mother, saying, "Mom, I'm meeting up with some classmates today, so I'll be a little late. You can eat dinner by yourself. I'll eat out."

My mother frowned slightly and said, "Where are you going? It's so late. Can't you eat dinner first?"

Seeing my mother's expression... My heart was both moved and aching. Moved by the breathtaking beauty that shone through her furrowed brow, aching because that beauty might now belong to someone else.

I smiled bitterly and said, "No need, my classmate is waiting for me downstairs."

Then I went out. As soon as I stepped out of the school, I started running wildly through the streets, as if only this could extinguish the inexplicable fire in my heart.

Passersby looked at me like I was crazy. After running for several blocks, I tripped over a stone and fell to the ground with a thud. I lay there quietly on the road, feeling blood flowing from my forehead, but I felt no pain and didn't want to get up. I closed my eyes, and it felt as if the world was collapsing.

Just then, a pair of hands helped me up, and a handkerchief with a faint gardenia scent was pressed against my wound. A gentle yet anxious voice sounded, "Xiaoyan, what happened? How did you get so badly hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

I opened my eyes, and through the blood-blurred vision, a pretty face appeared—my classmate Zhang Yuwei. Her face was full of concern as she asked, "Are you alright? Shall I take you to the hospital?"

I shook my head and said, "No need, it's not serious. What are you doing here?"

She pouted and said, "You say it's not serious? My handkerchief is stained red like a red scarf! My house is right in front of the school."

I smiled and said, "It's okay, I often bleed a lot when playing soccer. It'll be fine once the bleeding stops."

She said seriously, "No, if you don't go to the hospital, you'll have to go to my... " Home, let me bandage it for you. "

I couldn't resist her, so I had to be helped to her house. Her parents were not at home, so they probably went to work. She took me to her room, took out the household medical kit, found gauze and a hemostatic device, and put them on me. Then she wrapped the gauze around me a few times.

I said, "Hey, have you bandaged me? If you wrap it up like this, I will fall down later.

Her face was full of question marks, her cute big eyes looked at me in confusion and she said, "How could that be?" "

I said: "Miss, are you stupid? Can you cover my eyes? "

She came to her senses, blushed, slapped me hard with her hand and said, "Miss, I just like this. I'll throw you to death. Who told you to run in such a hurry?" "

After that, he took off the gauze and rewrapped it for me. Although it is not beautiful, it does not affect the vision at least.

"You wait here for me, and I will get you something to drink and eat.

I waved my hand quickly: "Why are you so polite? No need."

She said: "When you come to my house for the first time, of course you have to entertain me, otherwise you will say that I am stingy." "After that, he turned around and walked out of the room.

I was sitting at her computer desk, idly flipping through books, when suddenly a small sky-blue notebook fell out from between the pages of another book.

I opened it and saw it was a diary. I felt bad about prying into someone's privacy, so I was about to close it, but then curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to see what this pretty, stubborn girl was thinking, so I randomly flipped to a few entries at the back.

May 25th, Sunny.

Today I was assigned to clean with him. I was so excited. I don't know why, but every time I see him, I feel both happy and scared. During the cleaning, he didn't say a word,

always with that indifferent expression, as if we weren't even the same age. I really want to get closer to him, but I feel so far away. Is this "love"?

I've asked myself this countless times, but I've never found the answer. Now I don't have the courage to confess; I can only leave it to fate.

Reading this poorly written confession from a young girl, I couldn't help but find it amusing. If you like someone, just say it! What's there to be afraid of? It's so awkward.

Thinking about this, my heart suddenly ached. I remembered how I also liked someone, but I couldn't tell her, and perhaps I'd never have the chance.

Just as I was lost in thought, Zhang Yuwei walked in carrying a plate of random food. Seeing me holding her diary, she quickly threw it aside, snatched it away, and

angrily said, "How can you just read someone's diary like that?"

I innocently shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. It fell out of the book, and I just randomly flipped through it. I only read one entry, really, I'm not kidding."

Her face turned red with anger, her eyes fixed on me, filled with complex emotions. We stared at each other in silence for a few minutes. Suddenly, she sat down next to me and

shouted, "Since you've read it all, you... you know what I mean, right?"

I replied helplessly, "What do I mean? I only read one entry, and there's no..." "No tail yet, all I know is you have a crush on someone. By the way, who is it? Can you tell me? I promise I won't tell anyone."

She turned to look at me, as if I were an idiot, and said, "You... are you an idiot?"

I retorted, "Miss, it's one thing to look at me like I'm an idiot, but to actually tell me is so disrespectful."

She seemed to have gone all out, but her face grew redder and redder. She swallowed hard and said, "That person... that person... is you."

The last three words were uttered as softly as a mosquito's buzz, but for me, it was like a bolt from the blue. How could it be me?

I've always been a bit of a loner at school. How could any girl like me? There must be some mistake.

I turned my head and asked, "Is it really me? When did I ever clean with you?"

She didn't look me in the eye, just kept her head down, her tone more like a murmured whisper than a serious conversation:

"Of course you wouldn't notice me, you don't even see me, right?"

She shook her head, her ponytail bouncing as she moved, her face flushed with a mature allure beyond her years. She glanced at me, saw me staring at her, and

whispered, "What do you think?"

At that moment, I really wanted to hug this girl. Her fair, jade-like skin, her rosy cheeks, her gentle eyes—

all of these made a virgin like me, in the throes of puberty, utterly powerless. But that gentle gaze seemed familiar.

That's right, it was my mother. She had looked at me with that same gentle gaze before. Did my mother like me too?

Impossible, I immediately denied it. That was just the look of love for her son, not that of a lover. But why did it feel so similar?

Thinking of my mother, I snapped out of my reverie and said to her, "I'm very happy and honored to be liked by you."

She gave a soft "hmm," waiting for me to continue. I cleared my throat and continued, "But, I already have someone I like."

Hearing this, she suddenly looked up at me, her eyes shifting from gentleness to despair, and tears streamed down her face.

I couldn't bear to face her, so I stood up, ready to leave. At that moment, she grabbed my hand and said, "Can you tell me who she is? Is she better than me?"

I shook my head vigorously and said, "I can't tell you."

She suddenly stood up, and I felt my mouth being touched by two soft things. A sweet fragrance wafted into my nose, and I almost fainted.

In an instant, we both fell onto her bed and began to kiss passionately. My remaining rationality told me that I couldn't do this. I wanted to push her away, but she grabbed my hand and placed it on her soft breasts.

I felt like I was grasping a small sponge, so soft and comfortable. She rubbed her legs against my genitals, my penis already erect.

She whispered in my ear, "I can give you anything, I love you, Li Yan."

Then she placed her hand on my crotch, stroking my engorged penis. I wanted to push her away, but I was powerless. It felt like I was being raped.

She unzipped my pants and pulled out my bulging penis from my underwear. I could see the surprise on her face. She let out a soft breath and

murmured, "So big, I've never seen anything like it before."

I was burning with desire from her arousal. I hardened my heart and decided to give up. She seduced me.

I rolled over and pinned her down, forcefully pulling open her clothes. Her breasts were exposed before me,

pink nipples slightly erect, areolas glowing beautifully. Her face was flushed, her peach blossom eyes gazing at me affectionately, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, ready to face the storm.

Chapter Five:

At that moment, my phone rang, interrupting everything. I took it out of my pocket and saw it was my mother calling. I answered.

My mother's voice came through: "Xiaoyan, where are you? It's already 8:30." My mother's gentle voice instantly extinguished all my desire.

I said, "I'm at a classmate's house, I'll be right there."

After hanging up, Zhang Yuwei lay on the bed, disheveled, looking at me, seemingly waiting, yet also seemingly disappointed. I put on my clothes and pants and

said to her, "This is too crazy of us. I can't give you anything. I'm going home now, goodbye." After saying that, I left the room, only to hear Zhang Yuwei's sobbing, sounding so sad and helpless in the quiet night. It was

already nine o'clock when I got home. When I entered, I saw my mother leaning against the dining table reading a book. Tonight, she was wearing a black dress, her hair was black and straight, cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, and her cherry lips, though uncolored, shone with a bright, tender red.

Although Zhang Yuwei was pretty, she was far inferior to my mother, I told myself.

There were many dishes on the table. When she saw me, Mom was as happy as a little girl. She came over to take my hand, but when she saw the gauze on my head, she quickly examined the wound, asking anxiously, "What happened? You got like this after just a short time out?"

I held her hand and said, "It's nothing, Mom. I fell while playing soccer and just scraped my skin."

Mom sighed and said, "You're always like this. You've never gone out to play without getting hurt."

I said, "Okay, okay, Mom, it won't happen again. Why haven't you eaten yet?"

She gently pinched my... "I was worried you wouldn't eat well outside. It's rare for you to have a meal at home, and you went out to play again. I prepared lots of your favorite foods."

I asked curiously, "Didn't you eat with Uncle Liu?"

She smiled and said, "No, he chatted with me for a while and then went home."

I absentmindedly said "Oh." I was actually starving, especially after losing a lot of blood. I sat down and started shoveling rice into my mouth. My mother would occasionally put a piece of meat on my plate or a bowl of soup. I ate three bowls of rice before patting my stomach and saying, "I'm full."

As Mom cleared the dishes, she said to me, "Don't go to your room yet, I have something to tell you."

My intuition told me what she wanted to talk about. Mentioning it made my chest tighten again, and my head, which hadn't hurt much before, started throbbing like it was filled with lead. The pain made me want to vomit, but I didn't show it, just saying faintly, "Okay."

After everything was finished, we sat facing each other on the sofa. We were silent for a long time. Mom looked at me restlessly, wanting to speak but unsure how to say it. After a long pause, she stammered, "Xiaoyan, do you want a father?"

A voice inside me screamed, "I don't need a father, I just need a mother, I don't need anything else.

" But I said, "I know what Mom wants to say. Are you planning to marry Uncle Liu?"

Mom looked at me in surprise and said softly, "You know? But it's not at the point of marriage yet, we're just talking about it."

I nodded.

Mom continued, "I've always felt guilty for not giving you a complete family. I don't want you to be laughed at for not having a father. I hope you can understand me."

I said indifferently, "That's not important. What's important is that Mom likes it."

Mom lowered her head, her voice even softer, "I'm so old now, what's the point of talking about liking or disliking? I'm only thinking about you... Besides, Lao Liu is a professor at XX University, which will help your future studies."

I screamed inwardly: Don't use "for me" as an excuse, I don't need it, but I said aloud, "If Mom thinks it's good, then it's good. I think Uncle Liu is a good person too. If you think it's good, I have no objection." Saying those words felt like my heart was being torn apart.

Mom looked up at me, her eyes filled with complex emotions, I didn't know if it was relief, helplessness, or disappointment.

Finally, she said, "Let's see, there's no rush. Go and rest."

That night, I had a dream. I dreamt that my mother was wearing her usual white dress, her shoulder leaning against a man.

They were both laughing happily. The man slowly removed my mother's clothes, gently sucking on her tender breasts. My mother was pinned down by him, her face flushed, her lips as luscious as freshly picked cherries. She looked at the man before her with deep affection,

moaning softly. The man thrust vigorously, and my mother's cries grew louder. I shouted "Mom!" to her, but she ignored me, lost in the wonderful pleasure of sex.

When I woke up, I felt a cool sensation in my crotch. I had had a wet dream. For a man my age, this is relatively late.

I got up, changed my underwear, and thought about the strange dream. Why did I have a wet dream? Perhaps it was the resentment of imagining my mother soon becoming someone else's woman.

Chapter Six:

After several days of turmoil, I finally accepted the fact that my mother was about to get married. However, I also made a decision: since Uncle Liu wanted to marry my mother, I wanted to see if he was worthy of her. A plan began to brew in my mind,

but it unexpectedly ended prematurely because I received some news. I originally planned to tell my mother this news, but after thinking about it, I decided against it; after all, words are not enough.

On the evening of Qixi Festival, I was watching TV at home when the doorbell rang. My mother hurriedly went to open the door, and I saw Uncle Liu holding a large bouquet of flowers. Upon seeing my mother, he quickly presented them, saying, "Xiao Ou, Happy Qixi Festival."

My mother happily accepted the flowers and said, "Thank you, they are so beautiful."

Uncle Liu nodded and said, "It's just that the flowers are not as beautiful as the person."

I snorted dismissively. How cliché! I don't know why, but seeing them being affectionate made me feel uncomfortable, as if there were thorns pricking my heart. My mother led Uncle Liu to the living room and told him to sit for a while, that she would be right there.

After saying that, she turned and went into the bedroom. When her mother came out again, she had changed into a beige knee-length dress with a dark floral pattern, which accentuated her slender and well-proportioned figure. Her long black hair was slightly curled, exuding a uniquely feminine charm. She

wore light makeup, which made her already fair skin look incredibly delicate. Her light lipstick was applied just right, and she wore a pair of delicate high heels. She looked like a girl in her twenties.

Uncle Liu and I were both stunned by her beauty; it was breathtaking. Mom looked at us and smiled gently, "What's wrong, you two?"

Uncle Liu murmured four words: "Peerless beauty."

Not to be outdone, I said, "No words can describe your beauty."

Mom laughed heartily at our compliments and said, "Stop being so cheeky, Xiaoyan. Today, Mom and Uncle Liu are going out to eat. Go get something to eat outside. If there's nothing good, I'll cook for you."

I muttered discontentedly, "She's got a man but no son." Of course, I couldn't let Mom hear this; it was just venting my frustration. After Mom left, I quickly changed into a new t-shirt, put on a small hat, and dressed up to look more like an adult before immediately catching up with them.

I hailed a taxi and followed Uncle Liu's black Buick all the way to a Western restaurant. The two parked and went inside, and I quickly followed. When the waiter came up and asked how many people were in my party, I waved my hand and said, "No need for that, I'll find a seat myself."

They sat down at a window seat, and I found a seat behind them. I took the menu and casually ordered a few inexpensive dishes. At this point, even the most exquisite delicacies would taste bland. I just quietly listened to their conversation,

but because there was music playing in the restaurant and they were speaking very softly, I couldn't hear anything at all. I could only hear my mother's occasional giggles, which showed that they were having a very pleasant conversation.

The meal lasted about an hour and a half. The two of them finally got up. I waited for them to come downstairs, then quickly paid the bill and followed them down. I hailed a taxi and waited at the door. Soon I saw their car come out of the garage.

I told the taxi driver to follow them closely. We drove and stopped along the way until we reached a small neighborhood. The buildings were all low-rise, like villas or apartments. Their car stopped at building number 8. I quickly told the taxi driver to pull over.

After getting out of the car, I quickly ran into the stairwell while they were parking. A few minutes later, I heard their footsteps coming up the stairs. I hurriedly hid in what looked like an electrical room next to the stairwell,

grabbed a handful of chewing gum and started chewing. Then I put on the glasses and sunglasses I had prepared beforehand. Hearing the sound of a key turning in the lock, I mustered my courage and went out. Just as the door was about to close,

I walked to the door, knocked, and Uncle Liu opened it. He looked at me suspiciously and asked, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

I lowered my voice and said in a pretentious tone, "Excuse me, is this Building 6

, Unit 3? I'm looking for Ms. Zhao." Uncle Liu smiled and said, "You've come to the wrong building. This is Building 8. Unit 6 is on the left side of the way downstairs."

While saying "Thank you, thank you," I secretly stuck the chewing gum I had just spat out into the recess of the door lock, then turned and went back into the stairwell.

Hearing the door slam shut, I went to the door again, pressing my ear against it to listen for any sounds inside. Unfortunately, after listening for a long time, I only heard footsteps and faint voices,

and then it became quiet again. Time ticked by, and I was extremely anxious, but I had to wait patiently, waiting for that person to make a mistake.

I looked at my watch; half an hour had passed. I thought to myself, "I hope nothing has happened to Mom. What if, what if?

" At that moment, I wanted to break down the door. Just as I hesitated, I heard a thumping sound, and Mom's voice came from inside: "Don't do this, Lao Liu... I... I have to go."

Then I heard Uncle Liu say, "Xiao Ou, I really love you so much. You're so charming, how can I bear to let you go? Please say yes."

Then there was a bang, as if something had been bumped, and Mom said, "Lao Liu, you've gone too far! We're not even married yet! You're bullying me like this."

Lao Liu cursed and said, "You've been married once, and you even have a child, pretending..." "What do you mean 'pure'?"

I could clearly feel my mother's tone becoming extremely indignant: "You...you...get away...don't touch me..."

Another round of entanglement rang out, mixed with my mother's panting and Uncle Liu's cursing. I couldn't bear it any longer. Thinking the time was right, I suddenly opened the door and rushed in. Inside the room, Uncle Liu was pressing my mother against the wall and forcibly kissing her.

My mother's carefully dressed clothes were almost torn to shreds. The left shoulder strap of her dress was pulled up to her arm, and her bra was almost falling off. I could even see the pale pink areola on her fair breasts. At this moment, her face was flushed, and she was struggling against Uncle Liu's violation.

Hearing the sudden opening of the door, both of them looked in my direction. Uncle Liu was stunned to see me appear before him like a divine intervention.

Without a word, I walked over and delivered a powerful hook punch to his chin, sending him sprawling to the ground. I then stomped hard on his chest, cursing, "Shameless beast! Damn it, fuck your mother!"

My mother was taken aback when she saw me come in, then her eyes lit up with joy. Seeing my outburst, she rushed over, her arm under my armpits, and dragged me away, panting, "It's alright, Xiaoyan, you'll be held responsible for hurting him."

Hearing my mother's gentle tone, I felt much relieved, but I still kicked her twice more before helping her leave the Liu family's house.

We hailed a taxi at the small gate and walked home. Mom was still shaken the whole way, not saying a word to me, just clinging to my arm, trembling uncontrollably. When we got home, I helped her sit on the sofa and

said, "Mom, I'll run you a bath. Take a bath and rest, okay?"

Mom held my hand tightly, seemingly unwilling to let me leave. I sat down beside her to keep her company.

After a while, Mom finally spoke, "Xiaoyan, how did you suddenly appear there?"

I said, "Mom, I said I would protect you for life."

Mom nodded gently and said, "But why...?"

I interrupted her question and explained, "A while ago, when I first met Liu, I thought he was a good person, but I was still worried that Mom would be bullied. So I got a tip-off. Isn't Liu a professor at X University? A friend of mine has an older brother who..." While I was studying at that university, I asked him to help me find out about Liu's character. The answer I got was that Liu was a pervert disguised as a professor. Rumors of him molesting female students were common at the school, and he had been warned multiple times. However, Liu was cunning and usually kept his actions secret, so no one had any real evidence. I thought that since there was no proof, I couldn't just tell you, lest you worry. It was my fault that tonight's events happened. I'm sorry, Mom."

Mom gently stroked my hair and said, "It's okay, child. Thank you for saving me tonight. Continue, what happened next?"

I continued, "Although there was no proof, I was still worried about Mom's safety. After all, nothing comes from nothing. So every time Liu asked you out, I would dress up and go with you. The first few times, he was very polite, and I just quietly watched you."

"Huh?" Mom exclaimed, "Xiaoyan, you mean you always follow behind Mom and protect her?" She hugged me even tighter, and

I could feel her soft breasts pressing against my arm. This subtle sensation filled my mind, making it impossible to think.

Seeing me suddenly stop, Mom shook my shoulder and said, "Continue, Xiaoyan."

Hearing Mom's voice, my face flushed. I came to my senses and stammered out what had happened that evening, then said seriously, "Mom, you have to be careful around people like that in the future. I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you, and you'll suffer."

Mom looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, "Mom will..." I'll never think about this again. I have Xiaoyan, that's enough. I was wrong before. I thought I could find someone to protect us, but I found that the person who can protect me the most is you. You've done so much for me silently, and I didn't even know. I'm so sorry, Xiaoyan."

I looked at my beautiful mother, so radiant yet so delicate. Her exquisite face was adorned with twinkling tears, her full red lips slightly parted, the blush on her cheeks from nervousness still lingering. Her beautiful long hair was scattered on my arm.

At this moment, how much this woman needed someone to caress her, but her charming and helpless appearance made my heart flutter. I gently lifted my mother's face with my hand, slowly lowered my head, and kissed her red lips. My mother gently pushed me away, without much resistance. We embraced and kissed like that,

seemingly forgetting the world and the seasons.

Chapter Seven:

My mother and I fell into a deep sleep on the sofa, embracing each other.

I woke up around 8 a.m. and found my mother fast asleep, nestled on top of me. Her arm, the one supporting her head, was numb, but I didn't dare move, afraid of waking her and ruining this beautiful moment.

From my angle, I could see her long eyelashes, delicate nose, and slightly upturned lips. She must be having a wonderful dream, smiling so happily even in her sleep.

Seeing her adorable sleeping face, I couldn't help but smile too. My mother probably felt my breath, furrowed her brow slightly, woke up, rubbed her eyes, looked at me—her human mattress—and jumped up.

I laughed and said, "Mom, what sweet dream did you have? You were smiling so happily in your sleep!"

Mom's face turned red instantly. She slapped my bottom and said, "You dreamt I was hitting you, you little rascal."

I touched my bottom and said, "Ha, you're so happy even dreaming about hitting me? Then I'd rather you hit me every day."

Mom said, "Okay, okay, then I'll hit you every day from now on, see if you're not obedient! Humph." That coquettish tone made me feel weak all over.

I could tell from Mom's tone and expression that after this night, Mom no longer treated me like a child. I stared straight at my beautiful mother as she woke up.

Mom looked at my silly face and suddenly slapped my bottom again: "Get up and go wash up. What do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you."

I jumped up and hugged Mom, suddenly kissing her hard on the lips. I paused for a moment, then said seriously, "Reporting to Mom, my dear wife, I just ate what I wanted to eat, now I'm going to wash up."

Mom was taken aback by my address and action, frozen in place for a long while before shyly saying, "Go ahead, you rascal."

After breakfast, I suggested going shopping. Mom was surprised, "Why do you, a boy, like shopping?"

I said, "It's not that I want to shop, I want to accompany Mom, help her choose clothes, and help her relax."

Mom smiled and said, "Seeing how thoughtful you are, okay, wait while I change."

Some say men waste five-fifths of their time on women getting dressed and another five-fifths on women undressing. This is absolutely true, because I waited in the living room for almost an hour before seeing Mom slowly emerge from the bedroom.

But seeing her then and there, I felt that if I had even a fraction of my time left, I would rather waste it on her, because I felt that I would never meet another woman in my life who could move me so deeply.

Whether it's the cute bow in her long, flowing black hair, the light blue dress, or the delicate blue sandals, everything about Mom makes her incredibly perfect. A touch of makeup on her face gives her a youthful glow.

This outfit transforms her from mature to adorable, evoking feelings of love and tenderness. Her fair skin is like a freshly peeled egg, her large eyes sparkle as if they could speak,

and her small red lips stand out against her white skin. A delicate blush is evenly distributed on her cheeks, and her gentle smile is captivating. She truly looks like a charming little fairy from a fairy tale.

Mom looked at me questioningly and said, "Does this look good? Doesn't it make you look too young?"

I shook my head speechlessly. Seeing me shake my head, Mom sighed and said, "Hmm, you really do look too young. Wait a minute, I'll go change."

I quickly jumped up from the sofa, grabbed her arm, and said, "Mom, if this outfit still doesn't look good, I'll gouge out my own eyes to apologize to the blind people in the world."

Mom poked my forehead and said, "If it looks good, why are you shaking your head!"

I said, "I just find it unbelievable, Mom. You know, if you go out and say you're my mom, nobody will believe you, okay? They'll all think you're my sister."

Mom grabbed my hand and said with a smile, "Okay, Brother Yan." "Let's take my sister shopping."

I didn't expect my mother to say that, and it made me feel embarrassed. But a man can't show weakness, so I immediately put my arm around my mother's waist and said, "Come on, let's take my sister shopping."

Shopping really does give women unprecedented motivation and enthusiasm. My mother, who is usually such a quiet woman, was like a rocket once we entered the mall.

She dragged me from one store to another, trying on every nice dress she saw. Every time she changed into a new outfit, I would carefully admire it and praise her. The three words my mother asked most often were "Really?"

At this moment, my mother was wearing a white long dress and turning around in front of the mirror. This white dress vaguely resembled the one in my dream, and I couldn't help but stare at her, mesmerized.

The saleswoman next to us said, "Beautiful lady, you have such a great figure, you're a perfect clothes hanger. Just like your boyfriend said, you look good in everything. It's not the clothes that flatter you, but you who flatter the clothes."

"Boy...boyfriend." My mother blushed, then playfully said to me, "My dear boyfriend, let's pay."

After saying that, she turned and went into the fitting room. When I heard my mom call my boyfriend, my heart skipped a beat. I knew she was joking,

but I was actually prepared for this. I had saved up my allowance, and there was quite a sum left. I took out my wallet and asked the sales assistant how much it was. She said, "588, sir."

I looked at my wallet; it was exactly 6. Thank goodness. I handed over the money. My mom, who had already changed her clothes, came out and saw me paying. She quickly took my money and said, "Excuse me, miss, I don't feel comfortable in this dress. Thank you."

Then she took my hand and we walked out of the store, saying, "Xiaoyan, where did you get so much money?"

I said, "It's from my allowance that Mom gives me. Anyway, I don't need this much."

My mom looked touched and said, "Xiaoyan is so sensible and knows how to save."

I said, "Mom, why didn't you buy that dress? Don't you like it? I think it suits you perfectly."

Mom said, "I like it, but it's too expensive. Maybe it'll be cheaper online."

We shopped all day and tried on clothes, but in the end, Mom didn't buy many items. After having a meal at the mall, we went home. When we got to the door, I said to Mom, "Mom, you go ahead, I have something to do."

Mom asked, "What is it? It's so late, you can go tomorrow."

I smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mom, I'll be right there."

After going downstairs, I took a bus back to the mall, found the shop, bought the dress, and asked the salesperson to wrap it carefully for me. I wanted to give it to Mom. When the saleswoman saw me, she smiled and said, "Sir, you're so good to your girlfriend."

Hearing this, I felt as sweet as honey, and smiled as I said, "Thank you."

When I got home, I saw my mother wearing a loose bathrobe, reading a book on the sofa in the living room. She was reading Eileen Chang's "Jasmine Tea." My mother has always been fascinated by Eileen Chang's novels; although they depict human emotions, they are full of sadness.

I quietly put the clothes I bought in the locker and walked silently behind my mother. She noticed my footsteps, turned around and looked at me, saying, "You're here. Where have you been?"

I replied, "I went to see a classmate. Why don't I have a room to rest yet?"

My mother smiled and said, "How can I sleep without you here?"

I said, "Then how about you stay up a little later tonight, Mom? Let's chat until 2 a.m. before we go to sleep."

My mother said, "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

I hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's talk about when I was little, Mom. Was I obedient when I was little? I don't remember anything."

My mother said, "No, you were disobedient. You kept me awake all day and night. I had to hold you and walk around the living room until you finally fell asleep. Your grandmother, who hadn't passed away yet, would often hold you and say, 'This child...'" "You'll definitely be naughty in the future," I said. "Think about how good Grandma was to you and me back then. It's a pity she passed away so early."

I asked, "So, was Dad good to you back then?"

Mom frowned slightly when I mentioned Dad and said softly, "It wasn't good, and it wasn't bad either. In short, from the beginning of our marriage, he never had that strong feeling for me. Maybe it was because we were arranged to be together. Although I still loved your dad very much back then, he was always lukewarm towards me."

I continued to ask, "Does Mom still love Dad now?"

Mom shook her head and said, "No, I don't anymore. I've almost completely forgotten him. When he left, I thought my world had collapsed. Luckily, I had Xiaoyan. It was Xiaoyan's little body that supported me." She then looked at me gently.

I glanced at my watch; it was almost time. I said to my mom, "Mom, I have a surprise for you."

I took the dress I'd bought during the day out of the locker and handed it to her. Mom opened the gift box in surprise. I couldn't tell if she was touched or excited, but I could feel her body trembling slightly. When she looked up again, her face was covered in tears.

I quickly joked, "My beautiful mom, I bought you these clothes to make you happy, not to make you cry. I make you cry every day. Are you sad being with Xiaoyan?"

Mom rushed over and hugged me, saying, "Silly child, it's so expensive, why did you buy it for me?"

I hugged her tightly and said, "Because it's Mom's birthday now. This is the first birthday present I've ever given you. I'll give you one every year until the day I die." Mom

quickly covered my mouth and said, "Don't talk nonsense. You're so good to me, how could I bear to leave you? What if one day you're not by my side? I don't know what I'll do."

I hugged her tightly and said, "No, I'll always be by your side. Didn't I say I'd marry you and take care of you for the rest of my life?"

Mom pushed me away and grabbed my shoulders, saying, "Xiaoyan, are you serious? You can't think like that. I'm your mother. You'll meet other girls in the future, you'll form new families, you..." Mom was clearly starting to ramble.

I shook my head and said, "I don't know, Mom, and I don't want to know. I only know that I love you, and that's enough."

Mom lowered her head and sobbed, "I love you too, Xiaoyan, but... Mom can't... can't accept this love..."

I gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Mom's eyes and said, "Today is Mom's birthday, why are you crying? Mom, go change into the clothes I gave you, okay?"

Mom nodded, wiped her tears, and took the clothes into the bedroom.

When she reappeared before my eyes, I was once again captivated. Mom's beauty seemed to give me different surprises every second, like a bride from a dream entering my reality.

I saw Mom in a white dress, her slender neck revealing a bosom like solidified white jade, half-concealed, half-revealed. Her waist was lightly cinched, seemingly too slender to be grasped in one hand.

Her large eyes looked at me with a smile and charm, misty and alluring, yet also endlessly tender. The corners of her small mouth were slightly upturned, her red lips slightly parted, as if every part of her body was arousing my madness.

Seeing my fascinated gaze, Mom smiled and asked, "Is it beautiful?"

I murmured as if in a dream, "So beautiful, it's unreal, Mom."

Mom gently opened her arms to me, and I went over, hugged her, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I love you."

Mom responded with an even stronger hug and a sentence I had longed for but dared not believe:

"Xiaoyan, Mom loves you too. Mom is willing to give you everything. No matter what the future holds, Mom only needs to have tonight, and that's enough."

I kissed Mom's lips and said, "Mom, I will always be with you."

I slowly unzipped the back of Mom's long dress and gently pulled it down to her beautiful waist. A pair of large, white breasts appeared before my eyes. Even through a bra, they were breathtakingly beautiful. I placed my hands on them and gently rubbed them, and Mom let out a soft "Mmm."

That enchanting sound made me throw all reason to the wind. I laid my mother down on the sofa, took off the rest of her dress, and tried to undo her bra to see its secrets. But since I had never undoed a woman's bra

before, and the last time I was with Zhang Yuwei, I just pushed it on directly, I awkwardly struggled for a long time without being able to undo it.

My mother chuckled softly, put her hand behind her back and gently pressed it, and it came off. My mother's beautiful breasts were exposed in front of me, the two pink nipples slightly erect, as if waiting for me to caress them.

I put my mouth to one of my mother's nipples and pinched the other, licking and kneading it.

While enjoying my mother's breasts, I asked, "Mom, have I ever suckled your milk before?"

My mother held my head tightly, moaning passionately, "Of course I have... mmm... Xiaoyan... so good."

I released my mother's nipples and gently rubbed my fingers against the inside of her thighs. My mother wiggled her hips, seemingly trying to guide my hand to her sacred place.

I continued to tease my mother's vulva through her panties; I could already feel her juices soaking through them.

I removed my mother's last pair of panties, spreading her legs apart. Her narrow vulva and hidden opening were revealed before me. Her pink labia were slightly parted, and clear fluid seeped from her vagina.

I couldn't help but lick the fluid with my tongue. My mother gasped, moaning, "Xiaoyan...don't...don't lick. It's dirty..."

I smiled and said to my mother, "Mom is the purest and noblest person in the world. Everything about Mom is my favorite."

Then I continued to lick my mother's wanton vulva. My mother's desire had been aroused to the extreme; her body trembled uncontrollably.

I pulled down my pants and took out what was already... My throbbing penis rubbed against my mother's vagina, but couldn't find a way in. Seeing my sweaty face,

she just smiled seductively without saying a word. I had no choice but to plead with her, "Mom, I can't get it in."

She smiled charmingly and said, "Never mind if you can't get it in."

I deliberately acted coquettishly, saying, "Mom's bullying me."

Seeing me still acting coquettishly at this moment, my mother felt a mixture of anger, love, and pity. She reached out and grabbed my penis, moving it to a certain spot.

I thrust my hips forward, and in an instant, it plunged all the way in. I felt my penis enter a wondrous, warm world I'd never experienced before. My mother's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she let out a soft "Ah" from her throat.

As I slowly thrust in and out, I asked my mother, "Mom, is this where I was born?"

My mother nodded, moaning, "Yes... ah... yes... this is where Xiaoyan came into this world... ah."

"Then I'm revisiting this familiar place, Mom."

"Yes... um... um... Xiao... Xiaoyan... um, back... back to Mom's womb."

"Mom, it feels so good, making love with Mom feels so good."

"Mom feels good too, never... ah... never... so satisfied... ah."

I felt waves of electric-like pleasure shooting through my glans. My mother's vaginal walls seemed to be constantly sucking on my penis. I couldn't control myself any longer; with a low growl,

a stream of hot semen shot deep into my mother's vagina. My mother quietly held me, lovingly kissing the sweat on my forehead, enjoying her own son pouring his thick semen into her flower.

After I finished, Mom patted my back and said, "Are you tired, Xiaoyan?"

I shook my head and said, "Mom, I love you. Thank you for giving me the greatest pleasure."

Mom gently stroked my hair and said, "Silly child, Mom was happy too." Then she said sadly, "Xiaoyan, tonight I was wrong. We committed the heinous crime of incest tonight, which is unforgivable. I only hope that all the blame will be borne by Mom alone, and that Xiaoyan won't be hurt."

I straightened my chest and said, "Mom, I love you. I don't think this is wrong. We love each other, and marriage is our own business." "No one can stop me. I said I would love Mom for the rest of my life and marry her. If there's any sin I've committed, I'm willing to bear it with Mom, even if it's the eighteenth level of hell. As long as Mom is there, I'm willing to go."

Mom kissed my lips and said firmly, "As long as Xiaoyan is there, Mom is willing to go through fire and water."

Seeing Mom's alluring figure, my penis, which had just ejaculated, became hard again. Mom touched it and said, "Your little one is being naughty."

I said, "Because it misses Mom's little sister."

Mom took my penis and placed it on her wet flower path, whispering, "Your little sister misses him too..."

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