Mother's Chant, the Subtle and Mellow Fragrance of Forbidden Fruit (Chapter 1)

On a

bright, early summer noon, Jincheng City was peaceful and serene. Lazy white clouds drifted across the azure sky, and
a gentle breeze carried the melodious chirping of birds.

At Jincheng No. 1 Middle School, the sound of students reciting
their

lessons echoed from each classroom, filling the vibrant campus with youthful energy. In Class 4 of Grade 8, a teacher was lecturing animatedly, her words flowing
freely and passionately . She didn't even glance at the notes on her desk, demonstrating her solid teaching skills. However,
this captivating lecture failed to attract the attention of the students in the back row. The more

active students in the back were either sleeping or daydreaming. Two boys,
considered troublemakers, were chatting animatedly, their voices slurred and spittle flying.

"You really went to peek at your mom?"

"Holy crap." One of the students looked around before growling at him, "Are you even
listening to me? I said touch, caress!!!"

"Holy crap!" Another student exclaimed in equal astonishment. Although he hadn't
met his deskmate's mother yet, his fearless courage was truly awe-inspiring: "You...you, damn
it, no wonder everyone calls you Silly Biao, you actually dared to touch her."

"Got it now?" Silly Biao looked smug, snobbing at the boy opposite him, his tone
smug : "Our bet can be honored now, right? Give it to me."

"Wait a minute, I never agreed to this bet with you. You were the one who kept yelling at me,
saying things like 'Do you believe I dare to touch my mom?' I didn't agree to it from beginning to end." The boy raised his hand and slapped away Silly Biao's
outstretched hand, saying, "Why are you reaching out like that? You're trying to touch me in broad daylight."

"Damn it, Mo Xiaofan, are you trying to back out of our agreement?!"
Silly Biao yelled at him angrily as his gleeful outstretched hand was ruthlessly interrupted.

"Keep your voice down." This shouting might attract the teacher's attention, Mo Xiaofan whispered
, then gave him a warning look; the teacher was still lecturing.

At that moment, on the podium, the teacher was eloquently analyzing various difficult problems for the top students. Sha Biao cautiously
peeked half his head out from behind his book, glanced around, and then carefully hid his head back behind the book.

The two stared at each other across the books. After a long while, Mo Xiaofan couldn't help but ask, puzzled, "You really touched her?"

"Yes, I touched her thigh."

"???"

"How did you touch her?"

"I started with her soft calves..."

"Hmm?"

"Following the smooth, black, semi-sheer stockings..."

"One hand held her slender ankle, slowly, slowly, little by little, moving upwards, gently touching
her snow-white, long, beautiful legs..."

"Damn it! Seriously, stop talking nonsense!" This time, it was Mo Xiaofan who was yelling. Sha Biao
's explanation was simply a fantasy: "If you really dared to do that, you'd probably be beaten to death by now. You're still standing
here bragging to me."

"Tch, you little bastard, you've never seen anything like this. Do you even understand women?" Sha Biao behind the book
sneered, "Look at your naive appearance... you probably really don't understand anything at all." As he spoke, he
shook his head a regretful expression.

"I don't understand? How could I not understand? She would let you touch her however you want?" Throughout history, mothers have been associated with words like virtuous and
mature . How could she possibly allow her son to mess around like that?

"Did I say it was just random touching?"

The slightly mocking tone made Mo Xiaofan suspicious, and seeing the smug look on his face, she
really wasn't sure what to do with him. This guy was known for acting first and thinking later, a typical example of someone who didn't use their brain. Maybe he really
was stupid enough to touch his mother. After a moment of silence, Mo Xiaofan asked in a low voice, "So how did you touch her?"

Hearing this, Sha Biao revealed a lewd smile from the bottom of his heart. Then he put his hand under the table and
made a gentle kneading motion in the air, saying, "Like this, a very gentle caress."

He flicked his five fingers back and forth, squinting his eyes as if enjoying it. Mo Xiaofan looked on in bewilderment: "
What is this?"

"Hehehe, this is called the Thirteen Styles of Breast Touching. No matter what kind of woman she is, once she's in my hands, she'll be
touched until her whole body is weak and powerless, and then she'll gently fall into my arms!" Sha Biao's expression was serious, and
he nodded .

"Didn't you just say you were touching legs?"

"I've got a special skill for touching legs too, thirty-six moves, incredibly powerful. A light touch and a woman will
slowly senses, and then I..."

"Damn it. I've only listened to your nonsense for the whole class!"

Mo Xiaofan was already skeptical of what Sha Biao said, and now this was just too exaggerated. According to him,
he could touch any woman on the street. Mo Xiaofan cursed under his breath, realizing he'd been foolish enough to believe him
.

A sudden surge of inexplicable anger rose within him, and he turned away, ignoring him. Watching the teacher gesturing incessantly on the blackboard
, the dancing chalk gradually receding into the distance, a sense of loss
inexplicably . He shook his head absently, trying to clear his head.

"A woman is like a flower, a beautiful flower. She needs sunshine, she needs nourishment, she needs to be watered
from time to time ..." Silly Biao continued talking to himself, like a scholar with rich life experience,
imparting his wisdom to Mo Xiaofan.

"Are you never going to stop?" Mo Xiaofan said helplessly.

"Little chick, I heard you come from a single-parent family. Judging from your appearance, you've probably been influenced by your
mother . You're a typical example of being bound by worldly views, unable to escape those outdated feudal ideas."

"Let Brother Biao tell you, don't see your mother as too sacred. You need to look at her differently. They are
women too, and mature women at the age of 'tiger' and 'tiger'. Having been tempered by time, they are now
full of alluring charm."

As Sha Biao spoke, he drew a graceful S-shaped curve under the table:
"Women are in their most desirable and alluring age. What do you think they crave most?"

Seeing Mo Xiaofan staring blankly at him, looking utterly bewildered, Sha Biao, finally experiencing the feeling of being
admired He earnestly said to Mo Xiaofan, "Fan, you need to change
your perspective. Broaden your horizons. Think carefully about what women need most:
a man to accompany them for life, a life partner. As the ancients said, 'Frequency breeds affection.' Filial son, your time to show your filial piety has come
. As I'm saying this, I suddenly realize your chances of success are actually greater than mine."

"A different perspective, treating Mom as an ordinary woman? A life partner?" Mo Xiaofan was indeed stunned by Sha Biao's words
, silently repeating the phrase, not even hearing the rest of his sentence.

"Yes, the harmony of yin and yang, giving her the nourishment and irrigating she hasn't tasted in so long, using your true feelings to cherish her and reap
tenderness and sweetness—that's the true meaning of life! Otherwise, what can you, with your ordinary life, offer to repay her?"

What could she possibly offer in return? Foolish Biao's words struck Mo Xiaofan like a bolt
of lightning. Her heart, which had just calmed down, felt as if a bomb had been dropped on it, instantly creating a turbulent upheaval. Countless buried thoughts boiled
over , her eyes filled with a dazed expression.

Having listened to Foolish Biao's twisted logic, the answer in Mo Xiaofan's mind now was actually embracing her
naked mother in bed, kissing her luscious red lips, gently stroking her dark hair,
gazing into her mesmerizing, captivating eyes. This image instantly made Mo Xiaofan's face flush red, her heart trembling wildly.

The subtle, unusual expression didn't attract Sha Biao's attention. He was busy contemplating to himself
, thinking, "This is something I've been saying all along, it's so true!" He couldn't help but let out a string of
smirks: "The life truth I've realized over the past ten years!"

"What life truth? Tell me."

"My life truth is..." He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence. Something about the voice sounded off
. Sha Biao slowly raised his head and saw the teacher standing upright in front of him with a dark face.
His bright smile froze on his face, and he turned pale with fright.

"Go ahead and tell us! Why aren't you telling us? If you like talking so much, I'll give you the podium. Tell the class
what you've realized over the past ten years about life's truths."

The moment the teacher finished speaking, a burst of cheerful laughter erupted from the class, echoing throughout the classroom,
creating an incredibly lively atmosphere.

The teacher, hands on hips and brows furrowed, roared at Chen Biao, who was silently bowing his head, "Chen Biao, stand
up and get out of the classroom!" He then waved his hand dismissively.

Silly Biao silently stood up and left the classroom. Mo Xiaofan, watching his lonely
figure , grinned, finding it amusing. He was glad the old hag had arrived late and hadn't overheard the conversation; otherwise, he
would have faced a much more tragic punishment.

After the active student left, the class had to continue, but Mo Xiaofan was no longer interested. He
silently pondered Biao's words, vaguely sensing a certain truth, yet something felt off.
Undeniably, Biao's rambling, high-sounding pronouncements had deeply resonated with him.

Mo Xiaofan grew up in a single-parent family. Children raised in single-parent families often suffer from a common problem
: excessive dependency. Perhaps because of his mother's independent and cheerful personality, this common problem didn't
manifest in Mo Xiaofan. However, tragically, he had another unspeakable complex, and the event that affected him occurred about
five years ago.

He remembered that day as a sunny weekend.

Mo Xiaofan sat cross-legged on the living room rug as usual, doing his homework while listening to the news on
the radio . Opposite him sat a beautiful woman in a light pink bathrobe. She
had clearly just taken a bath; her dark hair was still slightly damp. At that moment, she rested her chin on her hand, gently turning the pages of
an ancient medical book on the table.

Mo Xiaofan had heard his mother mention this book; it seemed to have been passed down from the time of Hua Tuo, and she treasured it dearly
, having read it countless times, reading it over and over again with great interest. Seeing his mother occasionally pause
to look at it with interest, Mo Xiaofan couldn't help but feel curious.

Susie, Mo Xiaofan's mother, is a surgeon at Jincheng City Hospital. She's said to only perform
three , a relatively light workload, but her working hours are unpredictable. Occasionally, a complex surgery
requires half a day of pre-operative preparation—truly a kind and pure angel in white.

After bathing, she casually let her hair fall over her shoulders, her long, slender legs crossed
. A gentle breeze occasionally blew through the window, lifting her damp hair and revealing a patch of
snow-white . She looked focused, turning the pages of a book with a serene demeanor, radiating
a natural, mature beauty.

Today, her mother looked even more beautiful than in the photos. Looking up at the wall behind her mother, Mo Xiaofan saw a beautiful photo of Susie in a white coat hanging on
the living room wall. Her gaze swept back and forth,
making a comparison in her mind.

In the photo, Susie's lips curled into a gentle, almost imperceptible smile. Her well-fitting
white lab coat seemed tailor-made for her, perfectly showcasing her slender yet voluptuous figure, her curves exquisite.

Beneath the coat, her full, rounded breasts had a slightly upturned curve.
The slight tightness of the gathered fabric revealed the fullness and softness of her firm, pert breasts. Her long,

slender legs, below the knee of her white coat, were tightly encased in almost transparent flesh-colored stockings,
smooth and rounded. Her gentle appearance was like that of a pure fairy, the light-colored stockings adding a subtle touch of sensuality
to .

Mo Xiaofan had seen her mother's beautiful photos countless times, but seeing them again still amazed her
. Mo Xiaofan withdrew her gaze and naturally looked at her mother.

That one glance sent a jolt through Mo Xiaofan, nearly causing him to have a nosebleed.

Susie, intently focused, rested her chin on her hand, her soft, delicate body leaning slightly against the low table.
A small opening in her wide bathrobe revealed a glimpse of what Mo Xiaofan, looking from opposite sides, could see...
Beneath the bathrobe, a pair of snow-white, full breasts were

visible. Like two playful, snow-white jade rabbits, they were faintly visible beneath the pale pink bathrobe, trembling and
erect, their slightly upturned angles exuding an untamed pride that was captivating.

Mo Xiaofan's gaze was unfocused, wandering over his mother's bright eyes, fiery lips, and pearly teeth. One
flawless hand supported her sexy, voluptuous body, her posture languid and casual. Her usual side-lying position
suddenly became exceptionally alluring and seductive.

His mind went blank, a sudden whiteness washing over him; all that seemed to remain before him were those two round, firm, and
perky breasts.

"I, I, Mom… I'm thirsty, I'm going to get some water," Mo Xiaofan stammered, his face flushed, head
bowed , as if something terrifying was driving him away.

As he spoke, he hurriedly got up and went to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of cold water to calm his nerves.

The scene he had just witnessed made his hands tremble uncontrollably, causing the glass in his hand
to quiver the cold water dripped out with the movement. Mo Xiaofan was startled awake by the cold water and looked down to find
that he had unknowingly developed a high tent in his pants.

This embarrassing situation left him at a loss. He frantically pressed his hands down
on his bulging pants, and took several gulps of water, seemingly trying to calm himself down. The more he tried to control
himself, the more uncontrollable , and his unfocused gaze kept involuntarily drifting towards his mother in the living room.

"Xiaofan, is there any warm water in the kitchen?"

Mo Xiaofan, who was currently engaged in a fierce internal struggle, heard his mother's gentle question and quickly replied
, "Yes, I'll get it for you."

After saying that, he hurriedly put down the glass, picked up another one, filled it with warm water, and waited guiltily in
the kitchen for a few moments before slowly walking out.

Approaching his mother, Mo Xiaofan handed her a glass of water, saying, "Here, it's warm."

He was trying his best to restrain himself, but his gaze couldn't help but drift towards his mother, lingering on her
exposed, firm breasts. Susie, oblivious to her son's slightly burning gaze, stretched comfortably
and said, "How about some light winter melon and bone broth for lunch?"

This stretch instantly revealed a glimpse of her breasts. Previously, Mo Xiaofan had only seen her full, snow-white breasts, but now even the
delicate, adorable nipples were clearly visible. Against her snow-white,
jade-like breasts, those tiny, girlish pink nipples were extremely striking.

Pink, pink, Mom's nipples were pink. Their small, rosy appearance was indescribably cute.

The alluring scene flashed by, instantly covered by her bathrobe, but the impact of that exposed, captivating beauty on
Mo Xiaofan went far beyond that.

Mo Xiaofan froze, his mind a blank, a jumble of images, yet the image of his mother's snow-white
, perky breasts and alluring nipples as pink as bright red cherries remained vividly in his mind.

"Okay, I'll go buy you some fried chicken, but you can't eat too much." The soup was leftover from yesterday,
making Su Qian feel a little embarrassed. Seeing her son's dazed expression, she figured he probably didn't really want any,
so she went downstairs to buy more.

Su Qian gently closed her book, stood up, took a sip of water from the glass, and then went to
the bedroom.

When she came out, she had changed into casual clothes, a simple yet mature look that, in Mo Xiaofan's
eyes , made her appear even more charming and alluring.

Seeing her son still standing there, Su Qian smiled gently, walked over, bent down, and touched his little face,
her eyes full of tenderness: "Wait patiently." Then, she gently placed a soft,
moist kiss on Mo Xiaofan's forehead.

Gazing at his mother's beautiful face, which she always leaned out to look at him with, Mo Xiaofan
felt heart flutter: he wanted to passionately kiss her, to suckle her delicate red lips.

Watching his mother's back disappear behind the door, Mo Xiaofan felt a pang of loss, as if something
important had been lost. From that day on, Mo Xiaofan's gaze lingered on his mother for longer and longer periods.

That night, Mo Xiaofan had his first erotic dream. He still couldn't remember what the person in his dream
looked like , but he knew very well in his heart that it was his mother

…

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