[06-01] [Son is a lover]

When Fanyu was five, his father abandoned him and his mother and went abroad.

The atmosphere at home was like a cold, desolate palace in a paradise, filled with his mother's sorrowful sighs.

She listened to a song repeatedly: "Last night's rain awakened me from my slumbering dream, my confused heart is filled with yesterday's pain, the cold wind no longer has its former gentleness, can lost love ever be regained..."

She never shed a tear in front of her son, hiding in her arms, where he could hear his mother's broken heart bleeding.

Facing his cold, lonely, and quiet mother, he secretly vowed to stay with her forever and bring her happiness and joy.

His mother remained in her office, enduring the changing world, maintaining her quiet life.

Fanyu grew up under his mother's care and protection; her slender hands gave him a powerful warmth, nourishing his body and soul.

When he was ten, his mother started going on blind dates, holding his hand and saying to every man she met, "My son."

She remained aloof, meeting each man only once.

Once, in a dream, his mother cried out, "Who is willing to accept me and also my son?" He awoke with a start, seeing his mother deep in sleep, her face filled with resentment and tears.
He

finally understood that he was a burden on his mother's remarriage.

His mother had always been a very fashionable woman; despite lacking the nourishment of a man, she remained young, beautiful, and proud.

II.

When Fan Yu was 11, his mother met a young man. He was tall and strong, and a shy smile appeared on her face—a smile she hadn't seen since his father left.

His mother made him call him Uncle Wang. Looking at the man's high nose and deep eyes, he remained silent, his eyes filled with hatred. When his gaze met the man's, he quickly looked away, a fleeting, chilling glance that instantly shattered the surrounding cold air.

Uncle Wang's gaze remained fixed on him, never daring to settle on him.

That night, Uncle Wang stayed overnight at his house, and he insisted that his mother sleep with him. His mother reluctantly agreed, the only time she didn't hold him to sleep.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by the urge to urinate. He instinctively felt around, but there was nothing there! He started shouting, "Mommy…Mommy…"

His cries echoed loudly in the quiet night, reverberating throughout the room.

Perhaps in his panic, his mother, who had rushed into his room

, was naked. It was the first time he had ever seen a woman's entire body. His blood boiled. When his mother returned with him after urinating, he suddenly felt a sensation in his genitals; his little thing instantly became hard. His mother noticed and turned away, deliberately avoiding him. Growing
up

, Fan Yu knew he had developed a fascination with his mother; he longed to grow up quickly.

Day after day, that uncle came every day. To find out what his mother and that uncle were doing, he pretended to be asleep.

Watching his mother quietly leave the room, he cautiously slipped onto the balcony and peered through the window. He witnessed a scene he shouldn't have seen: Uncle Wang was on top of his mother, who was moaning with a strange expression, seemingly both in pain and enjoying it.

Beneath his strong body, she moved like a mermaid, her body writhing violently, emitting cries of "Aww... Aww..." His buttocks bounced up and down, the pale moonlight illuminating his back, and beads of sweat, like pearls, clung to his mother's pale breasts. Later, she passionately licked his large penis...

Fan Yu stood on the balcony, a crescent moon hanging in the sky. In his imagination, his mother was always an incarnation of Chang'e, sacred and inviolable!

He pinched his fingers hard, tears slowly falling. A voice from the depths of his heart cried out, "My mother is mine, and no one can take her away!"

He stormed into the room, his chest heaving, pointing at his uncle and yelling, "Get out of my house! Disappear right now!"

The couple, lost in their pleasure, were stunned.

The uncle slid awkwardly off his mother, rolling to the side like a pile of mud. His mother quickly pulled the
sheet

to cover her naked body; her eyes wide, her hair disheveled like a seductive harlot, she pointed at Fan Yu, making a strange sound from her throat, "You, you, you..." Perhaps too angry, she couldn't utter another word. The

mother, dressed, saw Uncle Wang off. Then, she hugged him, sighing, "You little devil, what do you want? Don't you want your mother to be loved?" Looking at the handsome Fan Yu, touching his little face, she smiled again, a smile that was desolate and sorrowful. "Son, you look like your father, really like him." His tears suddenly fell, and he hugged his mother tightly. "Mom, when I grow up, I'll bring you happiness!"

III.

Gradually, Fan Yu realized that he had developed feelings for his mother. He knew that this love would lead to endless pain from the very beginning.

His mother never brought his uncle home again, and it seemed she had no contact with him either, because the charming smile on her face was gone.

That song began to echo in Fan Yu's room again: "Last night's rain awakened my sleeping dream, my confused heart is filled with yesterday's pain, the cold wind no longer has its former gentleness, can lost love ever be regained..."

One night, Fan Yu was awakened by his mother's soft moans.

He felt his mother's hand moving incessantly. Fan Yu secretly opened his eyes and saw his mother's hand constantly stroking and inserting into her lower body.

He remembered that his uncle had also inserted his lower body into his mother's lower body. He opened his eyes and asked, "Mommy
,

what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" His mother immediately looked guilty, her expression extremely stiff. She stopped what she was doing and said perfunctorily, "Nothing. Be a good boy, go to sleep!"

He asked again, "Does it hurt when Mommy puts it in?" His mother said, "Silly boy, it doesn't hurt. Mommy feels very comfortable!"

He reached out his little hand to stroke his mother's body and said innocently, "Mommy, when my penis grows up, I will definitely make Mommy feel comfortable!"

His mother was shocked. "Son, how could you have such thoughts?" "I saw Uncle do that."

His mother sighed, tears welling up in her eyes, "Silly boy, Mommy and son cannot do this!"

Looking at his worried, unhappy mother, Fan Yu felt uneasy. He always walked with his head down, staring at his toes, then silently read and wrote. Occasionally, when he looked up and saw his mother's dreamy eyes, he would stare intently at the sky. For a moment, it seemed as if everything froze in his eyes, and he imagined his mother as a fairy in the moon palace. He loved the moon, not because of Chang'e's beauty, but because of the moon palace's coldness and pride. His mother was the most beautiful angel in his heart. His

mother had always been lonely; behind her peaceful gaze lay a scattered loneliness.

Four

years later, on Fan Yu's 14th birthday,

his mother put on a gorgeous, eerie, nightgown, then asked him, "Do I look pretty?" Fan Yu saw her smile, like spring, the warmth of a gentle breeze spreading to every corner of the house.
His

mother was excited, toasting him and saying repeatedly, "Son, Mom has finally waited for this day when you grow up."

Soft, downy hairs had sprouted around Fan Yu's mouth, and he had grown taller, a head taller than his mother.

Fan Yu's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly. He had drunk a lot, and looking at his mother's fair shoulders, his Adam's apple bobbed. His blood boiled like hot water. He secretly made a wish to the birthday cake—to make his mother feel good! He had always wanted to make his mother cry out in pleasure, just like his uncle had, and he wanted to fulfill that promise tonight.

Late at night, both he and his mother were slightly drunk. His mother, perhaps having drunk too much, saw her son's face swaying before her eyes, transforming into her ex-husband's face. She hugged her son, babbling incoherently, "My dear Shen, you're finally home? I missed you so much, never leave me again, okay? I want..."

The son hugged his mother tightly, feeling her hot body tremble. Suddenly, his mother's lips pressed against his, her tongue swirling vigorously in his mouth, making every cell in his body active. He picked up his mother and carried her to the bed.

His mother wouldn't let go, blowing warm air on his neck. A warm, hot current traveled through Fan Yu's body from her mouth, making him feel incredibly uncomfortable. His lower body felt like a raging flood, threatening to burst its banks and engulf the entire world.

He kept kissing his mother; her body was like a feverish girl, glowing brightly, so hot that every pore on his body opened.

He pulled off his mother's nightgown, grasped her breasts, and under his vigorous kneading, his mother let out soft moans, her eyes half-closed, desperately calling out, "Shen, enter! Quickly...quickly..."

Fan Yu tried to insert his hand into her vagina, touching a lot of thick, viscous fluid. He didn't know how to proceed, so he just imitated that uncle, climbing on top of his mother, his buttocks pounding wildly beneath her like a runaway bull.

His mother groped for his genitals, lifted her buttocks slightly, and guided his hand to her vagina. He was like a flood finding its outlet, surging and thrusting wildly. Fan Yu saw his mother writhing wildly, letting out the same screams as when his uncle was having sex. In his satisfaction, he quickly ejaculated.

His mother's genitals were slippery, and the feeling of penetration was wonderful. He wanted to stay with his mother like this, happily and blissfully for the rest of his life...

The next morning, when his mother saw her naked body, she cried. Her tears woke her son. Fan Yu reached out and hugged his mother, kissing her forehead, and whispered, "Mom, I can bring you happiness, let me be your lover!"

He had a rebellious personality, but his academic performance was exceptionally excellent. He was the tallest in his class.

All the girls fawned over him. Seeing his black hair flying on the basketball court, the girls idolized him. He was like a fierce little lion, full of vitality.

V.

Every night, he still slept in the same bed as his mother. Since what happened with his mother, he developed a deep sense of inferiority. He dared not accept the kindness of female classmates and refused to associate with any boys; he completely shut himself off. The
14 -year-old boy didn't understand whether what he did was right or wrong. But he became increasingly obsessed with his mother's body, and under his strong demands, his mother would give in two or three times a week. He devoted all his youthful vigor to his mother. He discovered that he had developed another kind of feeling for his mother—the infinitely mysterious pleasure between a man and a woman. After each time he was with his mother, Fan Yu would cry and beg for her forgiveness, "Mom, I shouldn't have done it, I'm such a bad boy... But—I love you, I love you, why?" His mother never spoke; after enjoying the pleasure her son gave her, she was also in unbearable pain. She was already so fragile, yet she still had to satisfy her son's demands time and time again, partly due to the strong desire within her body; she was a woman with extremely strong desires. Thus, this mother and son continued their sinful ways; he was his mother's pleasure, and his mother was his outlet. When he was lucid, Fan Yu would wander the streets alone, muttering to himself that he was dreaming. In dreams, everything could be forgotten. The streetlights were different at every intersection, and the hurried crowds felt alien to him. He dared not linger. A light was on at home for him, and a woman waited for him—his mother, though he loved her! Only the light in front of his house reminded him that he wasn't dreaming. Fan Yu clearly remembered the dark, frenzied times he had shared with his mother over the past two years. He felt happy when they were intimate, but afterwards, he felt a deep sense of loss; he felt like he was about to collapse. As he grew older, the remorse in his heart was unbearable. He considered running away from home, away from his mother, but that would kill her; she loved him more than anything. Until he was 16, he and his mother lived happily like this. Each time they made love, his mother was as alluring and lovely as if she were facing her lover. The words his mother whispered most often in his ear were, "Son, stay with Mom like this, never separate, forever..." He was still afraid, terrified, so he kept blaming himself. He was somewhat delirious. He dared not face his classmates, nor his mother. VI. The moon was already high in the sky. Fan Yu walked to the edge of East Lake. There wasn't a breath of wind on the lake; the air felt heavy and suffocating, making Fan Yu's chest feel extremely uncomfortable. He looked at the deep lake water, the round moon sinking to the bottom, illuminating the lake surface, like a cold moon palace, like a bottomless abyss. He looked back; it was very quiet around him. It was late at night, and the streetlights on both sides of the road flickered. He felt that the streetlights were like gaping, blood-red mouths mocking him. He picked up a small stone and threw it into the center of the lake. When the stone fell, the moon shattered into countless pieces. He took off his clothes and shoes and threw them into the center of the lake. Naked, he felt no fear at all. He even thought... it would be incredibly beautiful if he could put his body inside, perhaps the happiest moment of his life. He seemed to have truly found... his happiness... He even started singing: Whenever I think of you, it's like gazing up at the moon reflected in the water; life, like water, is just like this cold moon...

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