Love on the shores of West Lake

Chapter 1 Introduction and Background

My name is Chen Yucheng, and my lover's name is He Xiaolan. This
story tells of our love and romance on the shores of West Lake. However, besides being my lover, Xiaolan is also my mother, my biological mother. Our
love continues, and we are still in love...

I was a somewhat disobedient child from a young age, with a slightly mischievous personality, but I never went
astray. Unlike many incest novels, I had a happy and fulfilling
family life . Unlike those novels, I had a very good relationship with my father. Even now,
he knows about my relationship with my mother, which is also exposed to a small circle. We are still considered a loving father and filial son. My father is a very talented and
capable person. He created the happy life I had from childhood. He is still someone I admire
throughout my life, and we still keep in touch and often get together, which I will tell you about later.

I was born in 1992. My mother was born in 1973, and my father was 11 years older than her,
born in 1962. My mother gave birth to me before she was 19, which was considered early marriage in the city at that time.

In 1991, my 18-year-old mother had just graduated from an art school and was facing job assignments when
she met my father, who was a junior leader in his workplace. My father was
immediately taking advantage of the job assignments, gradually won over my young mother. My father was single at the
time and had the youthful vigor of a young cadre. The two quickly began a relationship, and
I was born in 1992. When I was little, I often asked my mother why she married my father, who was 11 years older than her, and I also asked my father
why he got married so late. They were always vague about the answers in those conversations until I was 7 years old and met my half-sister for the first time.
But that's another story.

My childhood memories are filled with happiness and harmony in my family. After graduating, my mother, with my father's help, got a job as a dance and physical education teacher at
a teachers' college . My mother was truly beautiful, standing at 169 cm tall. Because of her constant
dance practice, she had an incredibly stunning figure, especially her long, straight legs. Ever since I became interested in women, her breasts
were a C cup, though now they seem to be larger (I'll mention it later, haha). My father continued working as a junior manager at his company, and
neither of them had particularly busy jobs.

My maternal grandparents lived in the same city, while my father's family lived in the countryside. Until I was in my final year of junior high school, we lived
a slightly better but very leisurely life than the average working-class family. When I was little, they always took me out to play.
Although my mother had a somewhat girlish personality, loved to play and be pampered, she was 11 years older than my father, and
the couple very good relationship. In short, my childhood family was very harmonious.

In 2005, the national economy began to take off, and our slightly inland city also began to feel
the economic vitality. My father, feeling he had hit a ceiling at his workplace, started his own business. The entrepreneurial environment was truly fertile
back then (I still marvel at it now, as an entrepreneur myself). Having served as
a low-level official in the local government for so long, he was intimately familiar with every town and village in the city's suburbs, possessing
impeccable . His company quickly grew, and our family's financial situation improved dramatically. Fortunately, I
wasn't born into wealth, so despite my mischievous nature, I didn't go astray. However, this also meant my father spent
less and less time at home; it was often just my mother and me.

In 2007, I entered high school and began to experience the near-adult world.
Culture from a country across the East China Sea influenced me. Classic Chinese
novels like "The Golden Carp Is No Mere Pond" and "Young Ah Bin" became popular. Influenced by these, I didn't like the young girls around me; I
preferred alluring young women. I had my first crush—my mother, He Xiaolan.

My mother was 35 years old then, a time when many single women today wouldn't even be considered "leftover women." She was incredibly
beautiful I feel I'm at a loss for words when writing this. How to put it? She was stunningly
beautiful and had amazing figure. She had a youthful face and a full bust. Her life as a dance instructor had not only kept her in excellent physical condition, but also made her even more elegant and poised
.

Her long, flowing, glossy black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her delicate, perfect features on her oval face were captivating at first
glance .

Her perfect bust and golden-ratio waist-hip ratio, accentuated by her long, straight, beautiful legs, made her appear tall
and voluptuous. Especially her fair and delicate skin, which seemed to ooze moisture if you pressed it. According to
my mother 's colleagues and friends who visited, ever since she graduated from teachers' college and became a goddess, she had never fallen out
of favor, attracting countless eyes from teachers and students alike.

After I entered high school, there was a nationwide reform of teacher training schools, especially vocational teacher training colleges like my mother's school. Most of the majors
at my mother's teacher training school were transferred to our local teacher training college, while only
some majors, such as early childhood education, remained as vocational secondary schools. My mother's school became an affiliated school of the teacher training college. Because my mother's
full-time education was vocational secondary school, she remained in the vocational secondary school section (the kind of five-year vocational secondary school to junior college program). This resulted in
my mother, who had always been pampered and admired, experiencing a series of small setbacks.

Meanwhile, my mother's life as a teacher, now under the management of a junior college, was much more relaxed. She only needed to teach physical education classes according to the schedule every day and
a few theory classes per semester. Without the constraints of being a homeroom teacher (after the reform, this role was filled by a full-time
counselor ), she had much more freedom.

My father was even busier at this time (it was later confirmed that he was indeed very busy, but there were also exaggerations). He often
didn't come home for a week, traveling everywhere for business. His business not only had a headquarters in our city but also in the provincial capital (
I won't go into the specific industries here). My mother, a beautiful young woman,
naturally Although we were in a school, my father still had a lot of
influence in our area. Most of the suitors were just joking around, but some of them really treated my mother like
a goddess and pursued her. (Later, I asked them how anyone dared to openly pursue my mother, given my father's influence.
My mother said it was because he was indulgent.) As a child, I didn't understand the fatigue or boredom that comes with marriage.

But as far as I can remember, neither of them had a big fight, not even during this period or when they divorced.
My father was a magnanimous person, so magnanimous that even I, as a child, couldn't understand it now (his magnanimity
was accepting of my relationship with my mother). My mother later said that he might have had a mild case of being cuckolded (at that time, my mother
and I read erotic novels together).

In short, my high school life consisted of a busy father and a leisurely mother harassed by countless playboys.
During my first and second years of high school, my body developed rapidly, and I quickly inherited their good genes. By my second year, I had
reached 177cm (unfortunately, I'm only 180cm now). My mother's body, however, held an even stronger allure, pushing me to
indescribable levels. As a young boy, I spied on my mother showering and changing her underwear; I
did everything depicted in erotic novels, but I never forced myself on her.

My parents never relaxed their supervision of my studies, and I consistently maintained a mid-level
, but not top-tier, academic performance. The increased workload in my second year, coupled with the irresistible attraction of my mother's body, led me to request boarding school.

In 2008, unable to bear my own chaotic thoughts, I moved to boarding school. It was also around this time that my mother had an affair.
Lonely empty, and young and beautiful, she encountered her first extramarital affair. Meanwhile, my father
had already found a lover and was deeply involved with his current secretary. Our harmonious family life faced a challenge, but
was there a major battle? No. As mentioned earlier, my father was a generous and truly magnanimous man, while my mother
remained a gentle, slightly dramatic, and naive woman who loved to act cute. At this time, my family was still
harmonious every weekend. I was a carefree and slightly mischievous boy back then, oblivious to any strange atmosphere.

Later, I learned that my mother felt lonely and was influenced by the theories of her so-called best friend (which proved that
college teachers were indeed quite open-minded).
She was pursued by a seemingly talented male teacher from a teachers' college and fell into his arms. Objectively speaking, this extramarital affair was quite bizarre. My mother wasn't actually
conservative , but due to their professions, neither of them were particularly promiscuous. Their relationship
progressed very quickly, from initial contact to courtship to acquaintance to sexual intercourse.

They started seeing each other at the end of my second year of high school in late 2008, and it wasn't until
late —almost a year later—that they had their first sexual encounter. During that time, they were like typical college
students, limited to hugging, holding hands, and kissing.

My mother later told me that she longed for sex based on love. She might be a little flirtatious but not promiscuous; she liked the
gradual progression of things. She's truly a person with a strong sense of self. That male teacher wasn't single; he also had
a family. But even now, my mother doesn't seem to realize she was once a mistress. She said she naturally
ignored , and that they didn't love each other. I asked her if she still loved my father back then. She said yes,
but felt it was just a habit.

From the end of 2008 when they started dating, to the end of 2009 when I was a senior in
high school, to the end of 2013 when I was a junior in college, from my mother's vibrant 35-year-old self to her 40-year-old self when I was a junior in college,
what still bothers me is that my mother gave her golden years to that lover. It was truly her most beautiful and radiant age,
and also the time when I had my deepest crush and felt most fortunate. A beautiful flower was wasted on a pig.

(I will write more about this period in detail later.)

At the end of 2008, it was my mother's birthday. My father was still busy, busy with his career and also busy with his secretary
's pregnancy. They were already in a period of marital fatigue at that time. In today's terms, even a goddess would be tired of it.
My mother, through the introduction of a colleague and best friend, got to know the man who attended her birthday party.
At first, they talked about everything, and then they added each other on WeChat and started talking about life, ideals, and their respective families.

My mother's social circle was not large, and it was mostly female friends. School life was simple, and after I started living at school, my mother
often stayed in the teachers' dormitory. The two of them often went for a run together in the evenings.

Later, I learned that the male teacher was indeed a high-quality man, but his marriage was not happy. He had a
wife with a strong family background and a strong personality, but they couldn't get a divorce. He had a daughter who was in the same high school as me, a year below me, and was
a junior in the same school.

The male teacher was 5 years older than my mother, and perhaps their closer age than my father's gave them more common topics to talk about.

The two chatted, ran, and ate together for three months, until
the chilly early spring of 2009, when I was starting my second semester of high school.

The male teacher took my mother's hand, and she naturally didn't refuse. She later told me that he was actually
quite cute, and she wouldn't have refused if he had held her hand earlier. Then, naturally, they started hugging and kissing. The male
teacher had a research project to complete, and since he lived quite far away, he had a good reason to stay at school.

Their first kiss was after a run together, in the warm spring breeze, on the dark school playground. A
couple, sweating after exercising, embraced, slowly moving closer to each other.

Wow, how romantic! Even now, knowing this makes me jealous and resentful, because my
first time with my mother wasn't romantic at all, and it makes me even more insanely jealous of him. In

the early summer and summer of 2009, I faced my senior year of high school, while my mother faced her love.

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