An unexpected experience for mother and child after the New Year

This year is a mild winter. In previous years, the Lunar New Year in the north was still freezing cold, but this year… just like my father's
expected return , there's been no news. So, my mother said that this year's heating bill was a waste. I'm sure my mother is blaming
my father, because I know she doesn't lack money in her account.

This world is so strange. When I first studied biology, I learned about cloning technology, so I was determined to
study hard and use cloning technology to give humans unlimited lifespans. Later, I realized that was pure nonsense.
Technology can replicate the body, but it can't replicate the mind; otherwise, there would be Hawking and Einstein everywhere.
It was because of my naiveté back then that I went astray in my studies, but fortunately, I didn't go down the path of no return in scientific research. After graduation, I got a technical job in a joint venture
company , which is a sort of skirting the edge of scientific research.

Why do I say that scientific research is a path of no return? I can't calculate it precisely, but roughly speaking, I think in my
28 years on earth, I've seen my father for less than 2,000 days in total. That's right, my dad's a researcher
. He's either holed up in the lab or flying back and forth between Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, constantly attending meetings. Look, it's almost the end of the year,
and he's off to some major conference again, staying away for about twenty days. When he was about to come back, he was caught in the
COVID-19 outbreak and got stuck in another city, not even returning for New Year's Eve.

After three years of work, I've become a seasoned veteran. As long as I'm not on duty, I get together with three or five friends—how carefree!
Don't say I'm just coasting; work and life should be discussed separately. Speaking of which, I should talk about my mom. If my dad
represents the extreme of work, then my mom represents the extreme of life. They were colleagues, but my mom
lacked ambition—that's my dad's exact words. She worked her way up to the top of her department, becoming a research leader, and then suddenly resigned.
It caused a sensation throughout the entire department. Rumors circulated that my mom was going to start her own business with her research results, so
busybodies kept coming to her to ask. Later, when they found out it was because she was fully focused on taking care of me, who was in high school, it caused an even bigger stir.
Yeah, that's just how unique my mom is.

Perhaps the rift between my parents widened back then. Fortunately, I didn't disappoint my
mother's expectations and my father's wishes; I smoothly got into a decent university and found a
job that seemed to offer good pay and prestige. Sometimes, when I'm lost in thought, I wonder if my life
would have been even more fulfilling if I hadn't been influenced by my parents and hadn't chosen a technical path. You see, my true love was medicine.
Of course , when I talked about it with my high school classmates who studied medicine, they all looked down on me, saying they regretted studying medicine
because there were no holidays all year round. That's how it is; the path you walk is what truly belongs to you. If you resurrected
Einstein , in this environment, he might become a sanitation worker, or even a mentally ill person. Biologically,
he would still be Einstein, but intellectually, he would definitely not be. Unintentional decisions, different environments,
create different lives. Life is inherently chaotic and disorderly; just live it as it comes.

Just like me now, two drinks and I'm drunk, disorderly, practically a mental patient. That's what my mom said. "Two glasses of wine and I'm tipsy, you'd be red-faced
and swollen-necked after half a bottle of red wine, wouldn't you? You all be the judge, I'm not bad-looking, my income isn't low, but why can't I find a suitable wife? Those with good conditions don't want me, and those with average conditions, I'm afraid of losing face among my colleagues. They're all unhurried, like a bear trying to break a southern border, and there won't be a single one left." That's what my mom said too, just now. There are hardly any people on the streets now, no parties, no wandering around, even if I wanted to find someone now, I couldn't . I might as well stay home and have a drink to relieve my boredom. I checked the fridge, and there's an apple left, Jonagold, extra cold, perfect for sobering up. Okay, I've had too much to drink, I'm a bit tipsy now, so I'll keep it simple. "However, it's not that I don't want to take a wife. The sea is vast, and people are numerous; those who are compatible are few and far between. I've searched high and low, but nothing seems right. I desire..." I had just stepped out of the kitchen, and before I could finish my ancient verse, a slipper was thrown at me. I caught it, but dared not be angry, and gently placed it on the floor. "Mom, I've put up with you for so long. But tonight, you threw that slipper the right thing. I should have spoken to you in plain language; I know you wouldn't understand..." Another slipper was thrown. I didn't dare catch it. Generally, when my mom throws two slippers, it means things are getting serious. So, the slipper landed on my lap. See? My mom's eyes were wide open. "Okay, I met someone last week." Seeing things weren't going well, I decided to play it safe. "How was it?" Without the slipper, my mom could only cross her legs on the sofa, ignoring me completely. "A little chubby, with a small black mole on her chin." "I'm asking how your relationship is going." "Are you kidding me? Mom, we've only met once, how could there be feelings? I'm not the kind of person who falls for someone easily, okay?" Perhaps my mom realized she'd asked a bit too hastily, but she didn't dare say anything more. She could only cross her arms in front of her chest, staring at the TV as a warning. "Your Aunt Xing upstairs said a young woman joined her workplace, she seems quite honest and unassuming. Why don't you ask your Aunt Xing to introduce her? You can contact her first." I was at my wit's end, completely at my wit's end. I felt like the red dot in the middle of a target at a shooting range, constantly being aimed at, whether or not the shot hit—it was terrifying. "Let's put it this way, Mom, you think I'm not bad-looking, right? My job is alright, isn't it? My income and other conditions aren't bad either, right?" Knowing my mom wasn't interested in watching TV anymore, I pulled a , placed it between my mom and the TV, sat back, and asked her seriously with my hands on the back. Negotiations, you have to know how to guide the conversation, to steer the conflict away. "Remember that kid named Dongfang who lives next door to your aunt's house?" My mom didn't even look at me. But what do you mean by avoiding my topic? "Whether his name is Dongfang or Xifang, he's a complete idiot." I burped, munching on an apple, the alcohol kicking in . How could I not know a idiot? When I was little, I often went to my aunt's house to play with my cousin, and he was always my little follower. My cousin would ask what kind of underwear his mom wore, and he could happily describe it to me. "You don't care if he's an idiot or a scooter driver, he's a year younger than you and already has two kids." My mom was sharp-tongued. Ah, so that's how it is. The old fox is shrewd; she's turned the tables on me again. "Let's not talk about the idiot. What I mean is, I'm doing alright in every way. It's not that I don't want to find someone, but I just haven't found the right one yet. Are you really going to disregard your son's feelings just for the sake of carrying on the family line?"

Okay, if I can't win with the tricks, let's get straight to the point.

"Dongfang only has a junior high school education. What qualifications does he have? You call him an idiot? Even an idiot can find a wife,
why can't you?"

"In my eyes, anyone who found a wife before me is either a genius or an idiot." You're comparing me to an idiot?
How could I accept that?

"So, you're saying I'm stupid for asking you to find a partner?" My mom reached for her slippers, only to realize she
was barefoot .

"It's not that I'm calling you stupid, but what's with all this nagging me to find a partner?" I snapped.

"You're not in a hurry at all, spending your days drinking and staggering around with a bunch of shady friends. Is that what you call serious business?"

"Mom, you can't talk about my friends like that. Take Liu Jian, for example. Even though he's a boss now, we
're not just drinking buddies. He helped
me a lot when I bought that house in Nanshan. What does he want from me? How does that make him a shady friend?"

"Don't mention Liu Jian! I was just about to tell you this. He started a small renovation company, made some money, and now he
's got a big head. Look at him, swaggering around outside, womanizing. And at home, tell me,
how many times have you mediated conflicts between him and his wife?
You can tell what kind of person he is just by his behavior. You're so close to him, how can you not be influenced by him?"

Mom was getting angry too. But it depends on the situation. Who among us doesn't need each other's help? Of course, he
rarely needs me. But that just shows that's what real friends are, true friendship. Nanshan Garden, a prime school district property. When
they heard I was interested, even though all the pre-selection slots were sold out, they pulled strings and used their connections to get me a group
purchase slot from my workplace. Isn't that enough of a friend?

"You can't talk about my friend like that!" She nags endlessly, even dragging my friend into it.

I instinctively pulled out a chair and stood up, but I didn't expect to pull too hard, and the chair crashed to the floor.
This caused trouble. My mom's eyes widened when she saw I was about to rebel. I was also terrified, and unconsciously lowered my head,
mentally calculating how to deal with my mom's anger. Should I be gentle or firm this time? But then I heard my mom
start crying. This was a problem. I'd never encountered this before, I had no experience. My mom had never cried in front of me before...

"Fine! I'll mind my own business!" Just when I was in a predicament, my mom stopped crying, forced out
these words, and then, without even putting on slippers, ran into the bedroom, grabbed a few clothes, and went to the bathroom.

Just then, my phone rang in my bedroom. It was my dad. He asked if my mom was
around. I listened carefully; it sounded like she was taking a shower. My dad then mysteriously told me not to let my mom
know he'd called. Then he told me he'd upset my mom. Apparently, before his business trip before the New Year, my dad had reminded my
mom to send some gifts to our relatives back home, as she always did. My mom said she didn't want to go and would wait until after
the New Year. But then the virus hit, and she couldn't go anywhere. So that afternoon, my dad called and
complained to my mom, and she exploded, and they started arguing online. So my dad asked me to talk to my mom,
to be concise and indirect. Basically, he wanted her to realize she was wrong, not to do anything wrong.
In the end a bit and made a promise to complete the task.

After hanging up with my dad, I realized I was definitely a target tonight. With my dad not home, my mom took
out all her anger on me. But the task Dad assigned me was incredibly difficult. Leaving aside how to
explain this without exposing him, given Mom's temper, getting her to admit fault was going to be a nightmare. I'd been drinking, acting impulsively, and
made that hasty promise. Now, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it. Seriously, do I look like a neighborhood
auntie ? Why do I always end up mediating marital conflicts?

Sitting on the bed, I thought of a strategy, then quietly went to the bathroom door and peeked through the frosted glass. Mom
should be finished showering; I could only see a silhouette.

"Get lost," Mom said through the door.

"Um, Mom, don't misunderstand, I wasn't peeking. I'll talk to you for a bit after I'm done showering."

"Get lost, just wait."

Pshaw. Fine, I'll go. What's the big deal? I went to the sofa and checked my phone to see what all the big shots on my WeChat Moments
were up to at home. Suddenly, I saw a lot of messages on my QQ. It was from a chat group I often lurked in
. Oh my god, so many pictures! All mature women, topless, so lewd!
Is this appropriate during the New Year? Don't they know I'm into this kind of thing? Seriously, why am I so excited tonight?

Just as I was blushing, my mom came out. Feeling guilty, I quickly turned my phone upside down
and placed it on the sofa.

"What are you doing, sneaking around like that? Who are you chatting with so enthusiastically?"

"Nobody, I'm

just looking at my WeChat Moments." "Oh, who was that saying they guaranteed to complete the task? Were they still worried about it on the phone and
wanted to chat again to explain the routine?"

Oh no, Mom overheard my phone call with Dad. It's my fault; my bedroom and bathroom are separated by only one wall.
When I've been drinking, I talk really loudly. I could only give Mom an awkward smile; I couldn't exactly tell her I was looking at
lewd pictures, could I?

"Let me tell you, if you dare interfere with what your dad and I are doing tonight, you might as well get out of here."

"Um, don't worry, Mom, it's nothing, nothing, don't misunderstand." Seeing that my infiltration had failed and my dad had been exposed,
I decided to make a quick getaway and protect myself. I could always find another opportunity.

"Alright, after I finish washing these clothes, I'll see what big business you've got."

With that, Mom went back into the bathroom. I made a face at her back. Wow, Mom's butt is
just as big as it looks in the pictures.

Women, they're so slow at everything, even washing clothes takes them so long. I turned on my phone again and continued reading
the exciting content in the group chat. The bathroom door was just behind the sofa, and I was afraid Mom would suddenly jump out and see my phone,
so I had to lean against the door. Luckily, Mom hadn't closed the door this time, so I could see half of her body and
her every move, giving me a good warning.

I kept glancing up at the pictures I scrolled through, and suddenly, holy crap, I saw my mom in one of the photos on my phone! She was even
wearing the same clothes! I stared in disbelief, comparing the photos up and down several times before
realizing it was a false alarm—just a case of wearing the same outfit. My mom's butt is actually more shapely than in the pictures, not so saggy.
As usual , look at the pictures yourself. Good thing it's not her, good thing it's not her. But, isn't it surprising?
It feels like the person I was just fantasizing about has suddenly become a reality.

Where were we? You mean my mom's butt's got a pert shape, right? I compared them again, and yes, in the picture,
the buttocks connected, but not my mom's. My mom's butt is her butt, and her thighs are her thighs. What? I said
something obvious? Whose butt is her thigh? Dude, you're just being argumentative. What I meant was that my mom's
butt forms an arc, reaching her thighs, and then quickly slides down, so there's a clear junction. When you're drunk,
things get unclear, so can't you just use your imagination?

What were we talking about? How did we suddenly get onto the topic of my mom's butt? Okay, since we're talking about
butts, and there's a live, unedited version, who's going to stand still? Right? Looking closer,
wow , wow. In our underworld slang, my mom's got a lot of curves, she's got a mature woman's figure. Look, that fat
, pert butt is trembling as she rubs her clothes on the sink. No wonder Dad has a bad back, that butt must
weigh half a ton! Is this the origin of the term "Qianjin" (千金, meaning "a woman of wealth and status")? Does "Qianjin" refer to a big butt? Look at that butt, oh my,
it's even more amazing! Each petal is distinct, and even though you're leaning to one side,
so see the back, you can still see the other petal.

Okay, enough said, I won't describe it to you guys, lest you all start speculating.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" My mom probably noticed I hadn't moved for a while and peeked at me.
"Your dad's not coming back, he's causing trouble, why are you worrying about him?"

Luckily, my mom didn't notice my infatuated look and thought I was still thinking about the task my dad assigned me.
Silence is golden, too much talk leads to mistakes. I still smiled foolishly and didn't say anything. Only after my mom finished washing up, hung up the clothes on the balcony
, and sat down next to me did I pull myself together, put down my phone, and sit up straight with my legs crossed.

"Look at you, you have no manners," my mom said, but then she herself sprawled out on the sofa. My mom is always
this domineering. Because I was sitting next to her, she couldn't stretch her legs out, so she just curled up, making her buttocks stick out even more.
Oh dear, a combination of a concubine emerging from her bath and a drunken concubine!

"Okay, what do you want to tell me?" My mom glanced at me and started changing the channel.

"Actually, it's nothing much, what happened between you and Dad?" I asked, stealing a glance at my mom's buttocks.

"Didn't I tell you not to mention him? Why are you still talking about it? He almost made me angry this afternoon." My mom
gave me another disdainful look.

"Precisely because I don't know what happened, that's why I'm asking." I chuckled.

"Sigh, he almost made me angry." Okay, now that my mom said that, I didn't need to ask anything. Knowing her
temper , once she started, she'd definitely start nagging endlessly.

So, my mom began to describe the whole thing to me again. Then, she brought up the trivial
matters and old grudges from her younger days with people back in her hometown. I was already tired of hearing this stuff. It was nothing more than when she and Dad had just
gotten married, and during the New Year when they went back to their hometown, my aunts and uncles deliberately made things difficult for her. My dad at least went to university,
but his wife, who came back to their hometown, didn't know anything. She probably said some pretty harsh things. Thinking about it, it makes sense. My mom, although from
a rural background, was a high-achieving student back then, so it's understandable that she didn't know the local New Year customs.
But the people in their hometown didn't see it that way back then. Their salaries weren't high, they lived in a company-provided dormitory, and their living conditions weren't good in many ways
.

"You know, he even made me deliver things to them. Do you think I'm free? Your uncles are always borrowing money or
needing help with this or that. Even building a wall requires calling your dad to see if he knows anyone who sells cement
. He's all talk and no action, but does he even have time to manage it? It's always me who pays and does all the work, and
what do people say about me? Huh? Your uncle needed cement, so I asked your Aunt Xing's boyfriend to deliver it, but what did they say when it came back? Your
Aunt Xing later told me that your second aunt, right in front of your Aunt Xing's boyfriend, said, 'So what if she has a little money?
We pay for everything for the eldest son's family, but when she was building her west wing, why didn't we help her? She's just showing off to her family.
' Can you believe that's human? How many times has she borrowed money? All these years, has she even thought about paying it back? We just
can't please anyone." My mom got more and more agitated as she spoke, and she even sat up straight. Sigh, my mom's temper,
once it flares up, there's no way to control it.

I got up and poured my mom a glass of water and placed it in front of her.

"I told you, Mom, don't get so worked up. Among sisters-in-law, not many get along well. If you're not doing well,
people laugh at you. If you're doing well, people envy you. I may not be married, but I've seen it all.
Take my department head, Brother Wang, for example. Every year when he goes back to his hometown for Chinese New Year, he and his wife bring so many gifts—both cars are
overflowing. He says that all that stuff alone is like his year-end bonus going to waste, and then there's more to come. Do you
know how much Brother Wang's year-end bonus is? A five-figure sum. But every year he comes back looking miserable. Why? No need
to ask, it's because some relative has assigned him some difficult task. So, some things
are just like that ; you have to accept it."

"What's wrong with me? We've known each other for so many years, we all know each other well. But what kind of person is your dad? Huh? Why didn't he see his
family and relatives off? Oh, he was too busy, so he arranged for me. Haven't I suffered enough? If
I'll only suffer if I go, what's the point? To pay money to suffer?" My mom was really getting worked up, she was almost shouting.

"Isn't Dad just trying to improve his reputation? Putting aside the fact that he's a senior engineer,
if he doesn't care back home, how bad will it sound?" I had to continue to persuade her.

"He has to make things difficult for me just to improve his reputation? Do you know what he said this afternoon? He said I'm useless at everything,
that I'm heartless and have no conscience. Waaah, I gave up my job for this family, and in the end, I'm
heartless . Waaah. I deserve to suffer for those scoundrels. Waaah." It seems my dad
really hurt my mom, otherwise she wouldn't have called me.

Seeing my mom start crying again, I didn't know what to say. If I tried to comfort her, who knew what
old grievances ? Just as I was at a loss, my mom suddenly grabbed my head and cried, "
Give me a break! Waaah, my life is already like this. If you don't live up to my expectations, people
will look down on ."

"Sigh, Mom, don't cry. It's not a big deal. Dad probably didn't mean it," I mumbled in my mom's
arms . It wasn't so much that I was being hugged, but rather that I was being held tightly by her right arm,
like a prisoner. My mom was truly domineering.

"He didn't mean it? He's gone this far, he's been so heartless, and you still say he didn't mean it? Huh?"
My mom said, tightening her grip on my arm.

"Stop, stop. I said, Mom, if you're going to hug me, do it properly. You're shaking my neck so much it's about to break." I
had no choice but to surrender.

Mom was probably caught up in her emotions and had unconsciously hugged me. Only after I said that did she realize
how uncomfortable my position was, so she quickly let go. As soon as she let go, I reached out my left hand and hugged Mom
to my chest. Mom didn't think much of it and continued to sob on my chest. Mom had just taken a shower, and her body smelled
so nice.

"You're not a kid anymore, and you're still crying here. Where's your righteous indignation when you were lecturing me?" I teased
Mom.

"What do you mean 'not a kid anymore'? Huh?" Mom slapped me on the back.

"It means you should let go of what you should let go of." I felt a little innocent. What was wrong with that statement?

"'Not a kid anymore' is something older people say to younger people, meaning they don't know what's good for them. Do you think I'm being unreasonable and nagging?
Huh? Waaah." Now, things have backfired, and Mom is even more upset. " Is that even a thing?

" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mom, I really didn't know it meant that. It wasn't intentional. Look,
considering how upset you are, I'll support you this time, as a younger generation caring for an older one. Okay? Don't cry. You're
almost sobbing. Let me give you a massage." Before Mom could even speak, I started massaging
her shoulders with my left hand on her back.

Mom stopped talking, but she was probably really upset. Knowing her, Dad
must even worse things, but she's too proud to tell me everything. Before I knew it, my hand had moved from her shoulders to
her lower back. Mom's sobs subsided. I was wondering whether to continue, but her bottom was really... so
my hand slowed down. Then Mom spoke again.

"If you're going to massage, then massage properly. If not, then get out of here. Who are you trying to fool?" Mom finally stopped crying,
but she became hostile towards me again.

Fine, you said it yourself, and I was having trouble deciding. So, with a push from my left hand and a pull from my right, I
dragged my mom onto me. The position was ambiguous; my mom was practically lying on top of me, overlapping with me.
My mom hadn't expected to be pulled like that. She knelt on either side of me, lifted her upper body, and then tried to
get down .

"You've been drinking, lying down makes you dizzy. Just sit on my lap, I'll massage your back," I said,
holding her back.

"What's this like? I'd better get down," my mom said, glancing at the living room curtains.

"Do whatever feels good, what's there to be afraid of, mother and daughter?" I tugged at her again.

Perhaps seeing the curtains were drawn, my mom didn't say anything, but her big butt landed on my lap again.

That big butt, really! This position really showed the advantage of a perky butt; sitting on it, her buttocks looked exceptionally
large, almost reaching my knees. Having just looked at some erotic pictures, having such a butt for comfort... well, I could only squeeze
my legs together tightly to prevent a third leg from showing off. Although this is my own mother, what can I do when all the pictures in the group are of mature women?
Is it wrong to have a little physical contact? Have you ever been to a massage parlor? Playing instruments, oh no, kneading, massaging. All sorts of techniques were
used on my mother's back, and she kept trying to dodge. It was truly enjoyable, both of us were enjoying it. But after less than two minutes,
my mother got off. She said the massage was too rough and it interfered with watching TV.

Since she was in such a comfortable position, I had her turn over and sit on my lap. My mother probably felt
the position was a bit awkward and didn't want to.

"You're starting to act coy. Do you know Thai massage? The masseuse is underneath, she can use her knees to lift you up
and massage you with her knees." I tried to comfort her, implying that compared to being piled on top of each other,
this was nothing.

"I told you you're not learning anything good, going to places like that? Spread your legs!" My mother slapped my leg, and I
understood ; she didn't want direct contact with me. So I spread my legs a little, and my mom sat down in front of me, just next to the edge of
the sofa , her buttocks not touching my legs.

"What are you thinking? This is a legitimate massage. Besides, where are you going to find those shady places anymore?"
This time I used much less force, afraid my mom would run away again.

"A little lower, yes, right here, massage it."

"You have lumbar muscle strain." I very professionally massaged my mom's lumbar muscles with my middle finger knuckles, explaining
to her very professionally.

"You know your mom's tired, right? Sigh, but nobody appreciates it."

"If nobody appreciates it, why would I give you a massage? And there's no tip. A little down there, does it hurt?"

"Oh dear, it hurts even more here. You're asking your mom for a tip? Maybe you should pay your 'discipline fee' first?"

"Your clothes are too thick, I can't get a good grip. Shall I put my hand in?

" "Haha, my hands are too cold. Yes, here. Oh, that feels so good.

" "It'll warm up in a bit, let me rub it for you, like this? Is it comfortable?"

"Oh dear, no, it's too much."

"I said, Mom, keep it down, the neighbors will hear and think we're doing something." That's just how my mom is.
Call her eccentric or outgoing, whatever. Anyway, aside from being concerned about saving face, she's actually quite open-minded. She
was crying just a moment ago, and now she's laughing again.

"Hahaha, you're going to make me laugh to death. A massage, and you're going to cause a scandal."

"Okay, good that you're not afraid. Take this!"

"Ah, be gentle, my back is about to break."

Amidst my mom's strange cries of "Ah!" and "Ya!", my emotions were ignited, and my mind became even more impulsive.
I clamped my mom's legs between my legs and sat forward a bit, but I didn't dare let my erect penis touch my mom's buttocks. My
mom wasn't wearing a bra, although she didn't usually wear one. My hands unconsciously moved down, wanting to see if she was wearing underwear.

"This is the sciatic nerve." I suddenly moved my hands down, cupping my mom's buttocks, and kneaded
her back with my two thumbs. Confirmed! No underwear!

"This is fine, oh dear, hahaha. No, this is too scary." My mom reached out one hand,
pulled out one of my hands, and then tried to stand up. But she forgot that my other hand was still inside her pants.
As she stood up, my arm pulled her pants down, exposing her entire buttocks, dangling in
front of . Big, white, with slight stretch marks.

My mom didn't say anything or turn around, quickly trying to pull up her pants, but my hand was still inside. In her haste,
she didn't have time to pull up my other hand, instead immediately turning around to turn on the light switch behind the sofa. So, the light
went off, but she lost her balance and landed on me again. Actually, when my mom turned around, she…
My hand could have gotten away from her buttocks, but in my passion, it remained pressed against
them . In slow motion, it would look like my hand was pushing her to turn off the light.

"Hey, stop touching me! Take it off!" My mom slapped my hand away.

"You were touching me the whole time, why not now? Just because you saw me?"

"Is everything okay for you to see and touch?"

"I was just giving you a massage."

"Now that you're done, go back to your room and sleep."

"Okay, but, give me a kiss."

I suddenly stood up, grabbed my mom's arm, and tried to kiss her.

"Don't be silly, go back to your room." In the darkness, my mom dodged and pushed me away.

"Just a kiss and then go back to sleep."

"You're getting more and more outrageous as you get older. Get away!" My mom couldn't get away and was pulled into my arms.
Her buttocks were pressed against me.

"I called your dad, didn't I? Are you drunk?"

"I'll just touch you, I'll be right back." I said, reaching into my pants. My mom grabbed
my hands, but pressed her upper body even closer to mine.

"If you don't listen, I'll really call your dad."

"Fine, I won't touch you, but let me kiss you." I said I wouldn't touch her, but my hands weren't idle; they were
kneading her buttocks, which her hands couldn't reach.

"Are you crazy after a few drinks? If you don't listen, I'll really hit you."

"Go ahead and hit me, you told me to hold you down in the first place."

Seeing that I couldn't get anything from her, I suddenly pulled back, pressed my mom's head down, and kissed her. My mom tried to turn her head
, but it was too late. Her lips tried to close, but my tongue was already inside. I circled it in my mom's mouth before her
tongue pushed it out.

"Are you ever going to stop?"

"Try me." I pulled my hard penis out and pulled my mom into my arms, pressing it against
her lower abdomen.

"You're crazy."

"Is it hard?"

"I'm getting angry."

"It's hard for you."

"Get away from me, I'm not kidding."

"Your ass is so big."

"If you don't get away, I'm going to get the phone!"

"Come on, clamp your legs together."

"Get away."

"Hard, right? Let's thrust like this for a while .

" "..." "

I got hard right after you took a shower."

"..."

"Why aren't you saying anything, Mom?"

"When?"

"When you came out of the bathroom."

"Why?"

"Because your ass is so big."

"You're lying to me? And you made me say so much."

"One thing at a time. But I was definitely hard then."

"..."

"Say something."

"What else do you want me to say, you're like this."

"Is it hard?"

"Did you do it yourself last night?"

"In the middle of the night, how did you know?"

"This morning when I was going to wake you up for breakfast, I opened the door and saw it, so I came out again."

"Saw what?"

"..."

"Say it."

"Don't take my pants off." "

Then tell me."

"I saw... toilet paper on the floor... um..."

"Anything else?"

"You're not covered by the blanket, you're exposed."

"Is it big?"

"..."

"Huh?"

"Big...ah..."

"Is it wet?"

"No."

"Why do I feel wet?"

"Not at the time."

"Are you dizzy now?"

"Very dizzy."

"Mom, you're feeling it now."

"You drank too much."

"I'm feeling it now."

"I drank a bit too much. Hmm..."

"Are you feeling it?"

"Yes."

"Let's go, Mom."

"Where to?"

"To bed."

"No." "

On the sofa?"

"No. Ah..." "

Why?"

"You'll do something naughty."

"Mom, it's already like this, let's go."

"Hey, don't push me, I'll do it myself."

"Where?"

"Your room, don't take it off." " How can I do

it if I don't take it off?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Fuck you."

"Hmm...you're fucking your own mom?"

"Is there anything wrong with that? You have so much hair."

"Don't touch me."

"I'm already wet, lie down."

"Don't touch me, ah...what are you going to do?"

"I told you."

"You're really going to fuck your mom?"

"What do you mean 'fucking'? I mean fucking you. Didn't you like saying that a lot when you were with my dad?"

"Can you hear me?"

"Just through the wall, occasionally."

"What's this? You're really going to fuck your mom?"

"Come on, lie down, get on top, onto my pillow."

"I'm asking you, are you really going to fuck your mom?"

"Come on, spread your legs."

"I'm asking you."

"Really."

"Hmm... don't come in all at once. Slow down. You're going to fuck your mom?"

"Why are you being so long-winded?"

"You're not answering."

"Yes, I'm going to fuck you, fuck my mom."

"Ah, come in quickly, fuck me."

"So wet. Didn't you tell me to slow down?"

"Stop dawdling, fuck me quickly. If you want to fuck your own mom, I'm willing."

"You like incest?"

"Hmm... come in."

"Okay."

My mom's legs were spread wide in an M-shape, her hands wrapped around my back, waiting for me to penetrate her. I guess I'm a bit slow; all that
nagging from her was just her way of getting me to say I wanted to fuck her. Why do I feel like I'm the one being fucked? Maybe
my mom's into that? Her mouth was already wet with saliva, so she didn't say much. Amidst her moans, I slowly
inserted myself. It felt so warm, so stimulating, and so tight. Once I was all the way in, my mom grabbed my buttocks,
her legs wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly, preventing me from thrusting any further. Only after she had finished feeling her son's big thing
did I slowly begin to thrust in and out of her wet mouth.

"Mom, is it exciting?"

"Yeah, exciting. Hmm..."

"Are you excited?"

"Excited. How about you?"

"Why?"

"Because a son fucks his mother. Ouch..."

"When did you start thinking about me?"

"I've been thinking about it for a while, but I was afraid.

" "This morning wasn't the first time you saw me, was it?"

"No. Ah... fuck me hard, fuck Mom hard."

"What made you start thinking about me?"

"Because I was bored at home, I met someone online, and he showed me a novel about incest between mother and son."

"Have you met him?"

"No, he's far away. Ah... so good."

"Have you shown her naked?"

"No."

"Is it that simple?"

"Hmm?"

"Is there something I don't know?"

"Hmm."

"Then tell me."

"Actually, I think your Aunt Xing and her son have something going on."

"What do you mean by something going on? Explain it clearly."

"Ah... well, their eyes... um... their bodies, they're quite intimate."

"For example?"

"For example, I saw him touch her butt."

"How did he touch her?"

"All the way down to her butt crack."

"Where? How did you see it?"

"Ah... when I went to the rooftop to air out the blankets, she and her daughter were there too."

"So you're even more tempted?"

"Yeah, I was thinking about it too, hehe."

"That's perfect, I'm going to start fucking you."

"Fuck who?"

"Fuck my mom, the one moaning under her."

"Your dick is so big, ah..."

"I should have fucked you sooner."

"Why didn't you fuck me sooner?"

"Why didn't you seduce me?"

"If I seduce you now, will you fuck your mom? Ah..."

"Fuck you. Mom, I'm fucking your pussy."

"Hmm... fucking my pussy." "You

were pretending just now."

"Pretending? If I didn't want you to fuck me, would I be sitting on you?"

"Am I hard?"

"Hard, is Mom horny?"

"Horny, why do I feel like I'm getting harder and harder?"

"Because Mom added a little something to your drink."

"What?"

"Fuck me harder, yeah... ah... there's a little aphrodisiac in your drink tonight. Your dad bought it before. I
took some too."

"Damn, Mom, so you were prepared all along? But was it necessary? If you won't give me any, I'll eat
you up."

"Haha, I'm just testing if it works. Come on, let's give your dad a cuckold's horns. Come on, ah... you and Mom have sex."

Alcohol plus aphrodisiacs, have you ever tried that? Maybe some of you have, but have you ever tried alcohol plus aphrodisiacs and then having sex with your own
mother ? That feeling is... thankfully I don't have a heart condition, or my mom would have ruined me. Anyway, my dad told
me to take a roundabout approach to get rid of my mom. But experience is indeed the best teacher, and after a whole night, I was still outmaneuvered by my mom's roundabout approach
.

I don't know how long the first time lasted, but when my dad called, well, he was drunk too, and
my mom was very seductively sticking out her ass to welcome my second time. What position? You'll see later. My dad asked me how
the mission went, and I held my mom's ass and gently thrust in and out, saying that I had taken care of my mom very well,
that she had no problems at all, and no matter how much I forced her to have sex, she just passively moaned and
didn't resist at all. My dad praised me for being good and told me to keep up the good work and not repeat the same mistakes tomorrow. He said he was going to call my mom tomorrow.

I hung up on my dad hastily, and my mom started grumbling again.

"You're really something, you forced a syringe of semen into Mom's mouth, how could Mom not submit? What else could I say?
Hmm... all the way in. Big cock."

"We're family, why not just tell the truth? Why so much fuss? By the way, Mom, your
pussy ."

"We're family, it doesn't matter who fucks you, it's more exciting with your own son. From now on... ah... from now on, get
closer to ."

"What do you mean, get closer? Aren't we usually quite close? It should be, I should be fucking you more often.
Isn't the time you're rushing me to find a girlfriend tonight?"

"Yes, just like in the novels, it's so good for a son to fuck his mother. I'm just checking if you've found one yet. If not,
I'll use you as a daughter-in-law first."

"I'm 28 already, wouldn't it be great if I could fuck you when I was 18?"

"Ah... turn around, press down on me. You missed Mom when you were 18?"

"I peeked at your pussy when I was 16."

"This pussy of mine has been prepared for you for ten years. Come on... fuck me."

"So slutty. But I like it, hehe."

"You know what? Mom's been at home for over ten years. Even the quietest person can become a slut. When I'm idle and have nothing to do, I browse
the internet and slowly become a little slutty. Ah... my dear son, give Mom a few more hard blows."

"This life is worth it. To be able to fuck Mom's pussy."

"Mom only has one son. To be fucked by you is worth it for Mom. Do you like fucking your mom?"

"Yes. This is incest. Come on, say some nice, exciting things to your son." "

Mmm... mmm... Mom has fallen in love with incest. Ah... Mom likes to fuck with her son. Ah... if you want to fuck Mom,
just lock the door and close the curtains. Mom will show you her big ass anytime. Ah... you can hold Mom down anytime, and
fuck me anytime. Ah... it's getting faster and faster."

"Okay, Mom, then from now on... oh... when no one's around, I'll just confess to you directly."

"I want to orgasm... together... together. Confess what?"

"Let me just tell you I want to fuck Mom. Don't clench so tight, I'm not done yet, I can't, I'm going to cum."

"Cum quickly, hurry up, I'm coming. Shoot your semen into Mom's pussy through your big cock. Ah...shoot me,
shoot your mom, hurry...I'm your mom, your cock is inside Mom's pussy, why aren't you giving me your semen?"

"I can't take it anymore, I'm cumming...ah..."

"My dear son, ah...it's burning me. Ah, my dear son's semen..."

Hmm, now I finally know why Dad's back is bad. But, it's too exciting. Mom was sleeping soundly,
the faint light coming through the curtains illuminating Mom's big, white buttocks, making them look particularly alluring. When I covered Mom with a blanket,
I was thinking, if this virus doesn't go away soon, how many more people will be born in China by the end of the year? How many family
members hidden fantasies will be broken? So incest is this simple? This is quite unexpected.

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