Family Secrets (Part 1)

(I) "Knock knock knock."
A soft knock sounded on the door of the Grade 11 Chinese office. Several teachers working in the office looked up from behind their desks and saw a middle-aged woman in her thirties standing at the door. She was wearing a beige mid-length trench coat, a long scarf with small floral patterns, a black turtleneck sweater, and a light brown midi skirt. She wore flesh-colored leggings and flat purple leather shoes. Her outfit had the charm of a mature woman, and her figure was also impeccable.
The black sweater could not hide her full breasts, and her abdomen was flat, unlike other middle-aged women who were overweight. Her two calves exposed outside the skirt were straight and slender, which aroused imagination. She had a beautiful and charming face, with big eyes, thin eyebrows, cherry lips, and a straight nose. She wore light makeup and was absolutely gorgeous.
"Excuse me, is Ms. Ling from Grade 11 (4) here?"
the middle-aged beauty asked softly. Her voice was pleasant and melodious.
A young male teacher with disheveled hair quickly stood up and greeted, "I am, and who are you?"
He was the substitute teacher who had just taken over Class 4. Just before the start of the semester, the original homeroom teacher and Chinese teacher, Ms. Hua, was in a car accident and had to stay in bed for several months. The school had no choice but to temporarily arrange for a newly recruited teacher to teach their class. The two had only met at the parent meeting at the start of the semester, but there were too many people at that time, and neither of them had a deep impression of the other.
Facing this middle-aged beauty, Teacher Ling was a little uneasy. Fortunately, she quickly got to the point and the conversation went much more smoothly. This middle-aged beauty was named Liu Yujie. A few years ago, her husband had an accident while on a business trip. She then took over the chain supermarket that the two had worked hard to build. The family was quite wealthy. In recent years, she had been raising her son alone. Her son, Wang Xin, was the vice class monitor of Class 4 in the second year of high school. He had always been very good at his studies and was also very lively and active.
He excelled in all school sports competitions and was highly respected among his classmates. However, for some unknown reason, his grades plummeted since the start of the semester. He couldn't concentrate in class and seemed listless every day. Teacher Ling had spoken to him twice without success, so she called Liu Yujie in to ask if something was wrong at home.
After listening to the teacher, Liu Yujie was very puzzled. Her son had indeed been depressed for a while after her husband's death a few years ago, but so much time had passed; he shouldn't still be like this. Besides, her son behaved normally at home, with nothing unusual. She had always believed in her son's efforts and hadn't interfered with his studies for the past two years to avoid putting too much pressure on him. But when she saw the homework Teacher Ling handed her, covered in red crosses, she was so ashamed she almost fainted.
Leaving the school, Liu Yujie was in a daze the whole way. She almost got hit by a car while crossing a traffic light. Back home, she collapsed weakly onto the sofa, motionless.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of a lock being opened came from the door. Liu Yujie still didn't turn around. A boy's voice, indicating he was going through puberty, said, "Mom, why didn't you take the key out when you came back? I'm so hungry! The last period was PE today, and I blocked seven rebounds from Class Six! It was so awesome
!" After talking for a while, seeing his mother didn't respond, Wang Xin walked over to her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and gently massaged them. He said, "What's wrong, Mom? What happened?"
Liu Yujie finally reacted, forcing herself to sit up straight. She said to her son, "I have something to ask you. Sit across from me."
"Okay."
Wang Xin hadn't heard his mother speak to him like this in a long time, and he quickly and obediently sat down.
Liu Yujie looked closely at her familiar son. His eyebrows, nose, and frame were exactly the same as her son's, but for some reason, she suddenly felt a little unfamiliar with him.
"How are your grades lately?"
Liu Yujie stared at her son for a long time before slowly asking.
A flicker of panic crossed Wang Xin's eyes, and his tall frame trembled slightly for some reason. He said in a low voice, "It's alright."
Seeing this, Liu Yujie felt even more indignant and said, "I've always taught you to be an honest child. Is this how you show honesty?"
Wang Xin lowered his head silently.
Liu Yujie sighed and slowly said, "So you're admitting you have problems with your studies?"
Wang Xin was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head and looked at his mother, saying, "Did you go to school today?"
Liu Yujie nodded heavily.
Wang Xin took a deep breath and said, "Mom, actually, this is just periodic fluctuation in grades. You don't need to worry too much."
"Still lying to me! You answered all your homework and tests terribly. Is that just normal fluctuation in grades? What happened to you? Tell Mom. There's no hurdle you can't overcome,"
Liu Yujie said.
Wang Xin lowered his head and remained silent.
Liu Yujie paused, then said, "Teacher Ling said you weren't concentrating in class. Are you thinking about something? Or someone?"
Wang Xin quickly replied, "No."
This childish excuse undoubtedly confirmed Liu Yujie's suspicions. She continued to press, "Are you dating someone?"
"No, Mom, please believe me,"
Wang Xin pleaded, looking up at her.
Liu Yujie snapped, "Then what's the reason? You have to give me a reason."
"I'm so old, shouldn't I have some privacy?"
Wang Xin shouted.
"No, you can't have any privacy in front of me."
Liu Yujie's voice was even louder than her son's, instantly stunning him.
Wang Xin stood there dumbfounded for a moment, then suddenly turned and rushed into his room, slamming the door shut. Liu Yujie was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes, and finally, she couldn't hold back anymore, sobbing on the sofa cushions.
However, after crying for a short while, she heard the door open. Liu Yujie was heartbroken and continued to sob uncontrollably. After a while, she felt someone behind her. Her son's hand was on her shoulder, gently massaging her muscles. Everything was calm, as if nothing had happened.
In the years since her husband's death, Liu Yujie had been busy with work. Every day after returning home, her understanding son would do this to soothe her aching arms. Seven years had passed in the blink of an eye. For the sake of this family, she had single-handedly held on for seven years. How many seven-year periods does a woman have in her life? When her husband passed away, she was only thirty years old, in the prime of her life. Although she had a ten-year-old son, she still had countless suitors. Even the factory leaders took every opportunity to express their ambiguity or simply grope her.
She quit her job and started a small business after enduring unbearable hardship. Because she feared her son wouldn't accept a new father, she never remarried or had a boyfriend, suppressing her physical needs—all for her son, hoping he would grow up, study hard, find a good job, and have a happy family. But the news she learned at school today completely shattered her beautiful dream. She couldn't bear the blow and immediately weakened.
Feeling the touch on her shoulder, Liu Yujie felt tears welling up in her heart. She slowly stopped crying and said, "Xiao Xin, isn't Mom the most important person to you?"
Wang Xin, seeing his mother's tearful face, felt his heart break and quickly said, "No, Mom, you are the most important person to me."
"Then why won't you tell me the truth? Mom will help you."
Wang Xin closed his eyes in anguish, and after a long while, he said, "Mom, it's not that I don't want to say it, but that I can't."
"Why?"
"Because I'm afraid of losing you."
"No, it won't happen, son. You are my only family. No matter what happens, I will never abandon you."
"Mom, I know how good you are to me, and I admire and love you from the bottom of my heart. If danger comes, I would risk my life to protect you. But this is something I really can't say. Please, please don't force me anymore, okay?"
Liu Yujie was extremely puzzled. Her son's words were definitely from the bottom of his heart, but what was it that he couldn't say? She wiped away her tears, turned around, looked carefully into her son's eyes, and said, "Okay, since you don't want to talk about it, Mom won't force you anymore, but what do you plan to do?"
Wang Xin's eyes dimmed, and he said, "I have my own considerations. Give me some time, and I'll definitely handle it."
Liu Yujie could only nod, glanced at the wall clock, and saw it was already 12:30. She quickly stood up and said, "It's getting late, I'll go make lunch."
Wang Xin watched his mother's back as she walked into the kitchen, her slender curves and the shapely buttocks tightly wrapped in her skirt. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his lower body. He could only murmur in his heart, "My dear mother, how can I tell you that the person I love is you?"
Wang Xin's Oedipus complex had a long history. His father had always been very busy, and even after his death, the relationship between father and son wasn't particularly harmonious. After his father's death, the mother and son depended on each other, and their relationship naturally deepened. However, at that time, Wang Xin didn't have any particularly lewd thoughts; he simply enjoyed being with his mother, especially the alluring mature fragrance emanating from her body. Until this summer vacation, a few classmates were playing video games at someone's house when one of them mysteriously pulled out a poorly printed novel.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an erotic novel. The boys read it together, laughing and joking, which was one thing, but Wang Xin couldn't stop thinking about the Oedipus complex section. Back home, when he saw his beautiful mother, he couldn't help but imagine himself in her shoes. Liu Yujie was a woman who loved beauty. Over the years, she had high standards for herself, controlling her diet and exercising regularly, especially yoga, which she practiced diligently every day. Her tight yoga clothes perfectly showcased her voluptuous figure.
Her breasts were very full, wearing an astonishing 36E bra, and her hips were full and round. She had no suspicion of her son, treating him like a child. At home, she dressed casually, prioritizing comfort. In the summer heat, she often wore just a bra under a loose silk robe. Whenever Wang Xin massaged her shoulders, her two large, plump, white breasts were practically presented to him, a feast for the eyes.
After several days, Wang Xin began having erotic dreams at night. In these dreams, he and his mother were like the protagonists in a pornographic novel, engaging in wanton and indiscriminate acts, carelessly kneading his mother's large breasts, and thrusting his large penis into her vagina. He even dreamt that his mother's breasts were full of milk, and he didn't need to eat anything else, waking up to drink milk from his mother's breasts. When he woke up and saw his mother the next day, Wang Xin couldn't help but recall everything from his dreams and couldn't resist getting close to her.
Liu Yujie, who doted on her son, had no idea about the filthy thoughts in her son's mind. She only thought that her son was being affectionate with her. Every time they had physical contact, Wang Xin was in a daze. He was madly infatuated with his mother's body, but his reason told him that this was absolutely impossible. Desire and reason fought like two torrents in his mind.
As a result, during this period, his mental state was extremely abnormal. He couldn't concentrate, and even when doing his homework, images of his mother's naked body would appear on his homework. He couldn't study at all and was on the verge of a breakdown.
Soon, the meal was ready. The two, usually so cheerful, ate with unusual repression. Liu Yujie was unaware of her son's unusual feelings for her. Sensing his concealment, she was both heartbroken and curious. Heartbroken because her son seemed distant, curious about what could possibly make him feel that revealing it would ruin their relationship. She couldn't imagine what it could be; even if her son had killed someone, he was still her son.
Naturally, the food she prepared in her dazed state was terrible. However, both were preoccupied with their own thoughts and finished eating after only a few bites. Wang Xin left early, while Liu Yujie slept soundly all afternoon, waking up close to seven.
She stretched lazily, got out of bed, and went to her dressing table, turning on the lamp. In the bright light, her slightly haggard face was reflected in the mirror. She gently touched the corner of her eye; although she usually took good care of herself, several faint crow's feet had appeared there, a constant reminder that she was no longer a young woman.
Thinking of this, she felt a surge of resentment. "You brat! I wasted seven precious years of my life for you, and this is how you repay me? Humph!" Liu Yujie grew angrier the more she thought about it, gripping the comb tightly. But then she glanced at the photo of herself and her son beside the dressing table, and her heart softened.
It was taken two summers ago, during a trip to Tianmu Mountain. At that time, her son was already 1.75 meters tall, half a head taller than her. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye, and he had grown to 1.8 meters. The childishness on his face had almost disappeared; only when he occasionally acted spoiled could one sense it.
Liu Yujie's hand gently traced the glass of the photo frame. Her mind drifted back to every little detail of her son's growth. The slight resentment she felt towards him was quickly replaced by doting affection. Suddenly, she realized it was so late, and there was no sound outside.
Without time to compose herself, Liu Yujie rushed to the living room, pushed open her son's bedroom door, and found it empty. No one was home. A wave of panic washed over her. Trembling, she pulled out her phone and dialed her son's number. As the ringtone grew longer, her heart pounded in her throat. Finally, after a long wait, the call connected.
"Mom,"
Liu Yujie cried out, her voice choked with sobs, "Where are you? What time is it?"
Wang Xin's hand trembled slightly as he held the phone. He listened quietly to his mother's choked voice, tears welling in his eyes and silently streaming down his face.
"Mom, I'm sorry,"
Wang Xin said, sobbing into the phone.
Noticing the unusual tone in her son's voice, Liu Yujie asked, "Where are you? I was so worried."
Wang Xin looked around and said blankly, "Binhu Park."
Liu Yujie's heart skipped a beat. Just two months ago, someone had died in Binhu Park—a high school graduate who jumped into the lake and committed suicide because she didn't get into her dream university. Thinking of this terrible thing, she quickly said, "Don't do anything foolish, Xiaoxin. It's okay if your grades aren't good, Mom doesn't care. Please, don't scare Mom, come back quickly."
Wang Xin looked at the shimmering lake in front of him, somewhat dazed, and slowly said, "Mom, didn't you keep asking me about..." "What's distracting you? I can tell you right now."
Sensing her son's tone as if he were reciting a will, Liu Yujie nearly went mad. She screamed into the phone, crying, "No! I don't want to know now! I don't care! Whatever happens to you in the future, Mom won't blame you anymore! Please, Xiaoxin, come back! Come back to Mom's side! Mom can't live without you!"
Hearing his mother's cries, Wang Xin was heartbroken. He almost couldn't resist running home, but his legs felt like lead, and he couldn't move. His reason had completely taken over; only his death could bring relief to his mother and son.
"Mom, please don't cry. Listen to me. First, I want to tell you that I love you. You raised me, taught me to grow up, and gave me a warm home. I've always been incredibly happy. Really, thank you."
Liu Yujie covered her mouth on the other end of the phone, trying hard to suppress her voice. Tears had completely soaked her clothes.
"Second, I also want to tell you that I love you. This time, it's not a son's love for his mother, but a man's love for a woman. I know you'll think I've gone crazy when you hear this. Yes, I have indeed gone crazy lately. I've fallen in love with my own mother, and it's such an uncontrollable love. I've tried countless times to give up, but I can't. It feels like my soul is being forcibly split in two." "
I'm sorry, Mom. You've raised me for so many years, and I haven't given you anything in return. I've even made you so sad. I'm sorry."
Hearing her son's confession, Liu Yujie was truly struck dumb, completely stunned. Recalling her son's words at noon, she understood why he had been so unwilling to tell her the reason.
"Over the years, you've suffered so much for me. When Father first passed away, I was young and didn't understand. I didn't want a stranger to be my father. Now that I've grown up, I realize how painful it is to shoulder the burden of a family alone. Because of my selfishness and ignorance, you've endured seven years of hardship without ever uttering a single complaint. And everything I'm doing now is a desecration of that maternal love." "
So, Mom, I can only choose the last and only way to repay you. Without me, you should be able to find your own happiness. Goodbye, Mom. I love you. You are truly beautiful."
After saying this, Wang Xin immediately hung up the phone, closed his eyes, and jumped off the bridge.
"No!"
Liu Yujie screamed in a heart-wrenching voice.
(II) In the bright and clean nursing ward of the First People's Hospital, a thin-faced young man sat upright on the white bed. He was handsome and tall, and looked quite young. He was wearing a neat hospital gown. If it weren't for the unfocused look in his pupils, one would not have guessed that he was a patient.
He sat motionless on the bed for an unknown amount of time, completely oblivious to his surroundings, as still as a meditating monk. Even the sound of the door opening didn't register.
Several doctors and nurses in white coats emerged, along with a haggard middle-aged woman—Liu Yujie. In just one month, she had become emaciated, her cheeks deeply sunken, her eyes unfocused, and she appeared burdened with worries. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar young man on the bed, she was overcome with grief. For the past month, she had been consumed by self-blame and pain.
Wang Xin had attempted suicide by jumping into the lake that day, but was fortunately rescued by two kind strangers taking a walk. He was rushed to the hospital, and thanks to timely treatment, he should have been alright. However, strangely, although his body was conscious, his mind seemed dead. Upon waking, he retained only some basic human instincts, such as the ability to swallow food, breathe independently, and walk with assistance—the biggest difference between him and a person in a vegetative state.
However, all he did was purely instinctive. If you helped him walk and pointed him to a wall, he would keep moving forward without stopping, repeatedly bumping into the wall. After a month of observation and treatment, the doctors and experts at the First People's Hospital were at a loss. They consulted renowned neurosurgeons and neurosurgeons via remote computer consultation, but still found no clues.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Liu, we've done our best,"
a middle-aged male doctor in the room said apologetically. He was Wang Xin's attending physician, with nearly 20 years of experience, and was one of the top experts in the country. However, faced with Wang Xin's condition, he was also at a loss. He had tried various methods, but there was no sign of improvement. At this moment, Wang Xin's condition was like a computer without an operating system; he wanted to reinstall the operating system, but the computer refused external access.
Hearing this, Liu Yujie's heart trembled slightly. She smiled bitterly and asked, "Dr. Hu, is there any hope for his recovery?"
The doctors exchanged helpless glances. Dr. Hu said, "We can't predict the outcome in this situation. The human brain is a special entity that we haven't fully understood yet. Perhaps he'll regain consciousness tomorrow, perhaps..."
He fell silent, not wanting to upset the mother. Liu Yujie had been caring for her son tirelessly for a month, and the combined mental and physical pressure had pushed her to her limit. Anything could trigger her fragile nerves. He didn't want to appear on tomorrow's front page with a report about a doctor causing a patient's sudden death due to excessive stress.
Liu Yujie took a deep breath and said softly, "I understand, thank you."
She closed her eyes, and two clear tears slowly streamed down her cheeks. Even the medical staff, who were used to seeing life and death, couldn't help but feel saddened by her plight.
Dr. Hu wiped his head and examined Wang Xin again. There were still no abnormalities in any part of his body, and the brainwave readings remained at an extremely low level, roughly equivalent to that of a newborn infant.
Liu Yujie stood silently to the side, watching the doctors and nurses bustling about. Tears blurred her vision, and her son's figure became increasingly indistinct. Unconsciously, she raised her hands, slowly reaching forward, trying to grasp the fading figure. Suddenly, she felt a dizzying sensation, and she collapsed. In the instant she lost consciousness, she felt figures swaying before her eyes, but she was too weak to see clearly. Finally, she passed out.
She didn't know how much time had passed before Liu Yujie awoke from her coma. All she could see was white.
"Is this heaven?"
Liu Yujie's mind was still not fully clear, her thoughts wandering. She felt utterly weak. When she finally regained some consciousness, she realized she was in a hospital room. She only vaguely remembered fainting; the rest was a complete blur. Looking at her clothes, she realized she was still wearing the same clothes she had on before she lost consciousness. Slowly, she got out of bed, turned the doorknob, and found the corridor quiet. She then realized it was late at night.
Afraid of disturbing anyone, Liu Yujie carefully made her way forward, supporting herself against the wall. She glanced at the room number; it wasn't far from her son's room—just two doors away. She turned the doorknob, gently pushed it open, and went inside. The instant she stepped inside, a thought flashed through her mind: everything before had just been a dream. Her son was perfectly fine; nothing had happened to him.
She was in the hospital simply because she was exhausted from work. Her son was still that sunny, innocent little boy, and their relationship was still close and pure. But when she saw her son lying stiffly on the hospital bed, all her illusions shattered. She covered her mouth in anguish, choking back all her sadness, regret, and resentment. She collapsed weakly to the ground, tears streaming uncontrollably from her beautiful eyes, a pitiful sight.
After an unknown amount of time, the tears finally dried. Liu Yujie leaned against the wall and slowly stood up, her body swaying precariously. With a little strength regained, she shakily moved to the bedside and looked down at her son's face. His eyes were still wide open. According to the doctor, he had lost the ability to control his facial muscles, and his sleep was entirely dependent on injections. He needed a sedative injection every night to fall asleep. Even when his brain was resting, his eyes remained open, like a living dead man.
Liu Yujie took a soft sneeze, her trembling hand stroking her son's cheek. Although she knew it was futile, she still tried to close his eyelids. Of course, it was no use. She finally managed to control her emotions and stopped this meaningless action. She gently held her son's hand.
She lifted his hand and placed it on her cheek. His sleeve slowly slipped down, revealing a strong forearm. In the dim light, several white scars were clearly visible. Liu Yujie's heart trembled. This was a secret she had only discovered after her son was hospitalized. His arm had more than a dozen knife scars, some still covered, some not fully healed—clearly recent.
Looking at these scars, Liu Yujie involuntarily recalled the diary she had found under her son's Simmons mattress.
Wang Xin had kept a diary since childhood. Out of respect for her son's privacy, Liu Yujie had never looked at his diary. Unlike most children's diaries, Wang Xin's wasn't hidden away carefully; it was simply kept in a drawer. Liu Yujie naturally knew what the cover looked like, but she had never seen this one under the mattress.
The cover was a solid black, devoid of any patterns, designs, or words, exuding an eerie sense of mystery. The first page, surprisingly, contained a pencil sketch of Liu Yujie, her chin resting on her hand, gazing ahead. Though only a few simple strokes, it perfectly captured her gentle and kind eyes, as if drawn in one go, without a single correction. Liu Yujie felt a pang of sadness, her heart trembling as she turned to the second page. She glanced at it and froze.
July 21st, sunny.
Today I went to Wang Wei's house to play video games. Around 3 PM, Liu Xiang arrived, mysteriously pulling an old book from his bag. I never expected it to be pornography. I casually flipped through it and found it uninteresting, the language crude and boring. Well, not entirely. There were a few articles that... why did they make me feel strange after reading them? It was as if a fire was about to rise within me. The stories were all about incestuous relationships between single mothers and their sons. Isn't that just like our family situation?
All the mothers in the stories had been alone for many years, and finally, desire broke through the shackles of morality. Is my mother lonely too? Probably. No, I can't watch anymore. Since returning from Wang Wei's house, I can't forget the scenes; it's depressing.
That night, I habitually massaged my mother's shoulders again. Oh my god, from my angle, I could clearly see her breasts—so big and white. My mother had just showered; she wasn't even wearing a bra. I couldn't resist and quietly moved her robe to the side. She didn't even notice. I could even see her tiny dark nipples. No, I can't do this. I tried to close my eyes, but I couldn't. I must forget this, absolutely forget it.
No, I can't forget it. I need to write it down, like when I was little, writing unpleasant things in my diary made me feel better. I need a new diary—that black one, I've always loved it but never used it.
July 22nd, Weather: Sunny.
When I woke up this morning, I felt some discomfort in my crotch. I looked down and realized it was nocturnal emission, which had completely wrinkled my underwear. I dreamt about my mother last night, but it was so shameful. Like in a novel, I slept with her. I don't remember the details, only that her full breasts were swaying in front of me. I couldn't take it anymore; just thinking about it made me hard. My penis felt so uncomfortable; it was the first time I'd ever felt this way. It was so uncomfortable. I had to endure it, I had to endure it.
July 23rd, Weather: Heavy rain.
It rained heavily last night and hadn't stopped by morning. I dreamt about my mother again last night, and I had another nocturnal emission this morning. My mother usually doesn't go to the supermarket during heavy rain, and today was no exception. When she saw me throw my used underwear into the laundry basket, she seemed to smile strangely. Did she realize what I was thinking about her? No, probably not. Maybe she just thinks her son has grown up.
Mom was dressed very lightly at home again today, as she always does. It's like she never treats her son like a man. But I'm seventeen now, shouldn't you be a little more careful, Mom? Afraid of giving myself away unintentionally, I deliberately avoided her. After dinner, I went to my room to do my summer homework, but I couldn't write a single word. My mind was a complete mess, and I hadn't even finished half a page by the end of the morning. It was so painful.
In the afternoon, I stayed in my room again. Mom brought me a glass of water. As she bent over, I secretly glanced at her. Mom has a really good figure. How come I only noticed today? Oh no, my dick is hard. What am I thinking? Damn it.
July 24th, Weather: Sunny.
My mother wasn't home in the morning. I lay in bed, lost in thought, and somehow I started thinking about her. I couldn't control myself and imagined her as a character from a pornographic novel. I closed my eyes and daydreamed, as if my mother's breasts were right in front of me. I hugged the blanket, as if it were my mother's body, and kissed it frantically. My penis became increasingly aroused. After what seemed like a long time, I suddenly felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, and I quickly rolled off the bed. My underwear was already sticky and wet with my semen.
In the afternoon, I tossed and turned in bed again. The feeling was so good. After a long time, I ejaculated again. It felt so good. I think I can't live without this feeling.
July 25th, sunny.
It was such a hot day. My classmates invited me to play basketball this afternoon. I didn't really want to go, but I couldn't refuse, so I went. When I came back, I was surprised to find my mother already home, doing yoga on the living room floor. When she saw me come in, she smiled at me, and I was instantly stunned. Her breasts were accentuated by the tight yoga clothes, large and round, swaying gently with her movements—it was so alluring. I didn't dare look any longer and quickly rushed back to my room, grabbed a change of clothes, and ran to the bathroom.
Looking in the bathroom mirror, I saw that my penis was already hard and long, probably quite large, about 21 or 22 centimeters long. I couldn't help but think of scenes from novels where the sons all have thick, large penises that conquer their thirsty mothers. Maybe I should rush out now, like in those novels, pin my mother down, and have sex with her. Then she would fall in love with me and serve me like a husband. That feeling would be amazing.
But I didn't dare. That's just something from a novel. If I actually did that, Mom would be furious. I could only imagine Mom's face in my mind, gripping my penis and stroking it rapidly. That's called masturbation. I heard the teacher talk about it in health and physiology class before. I never thought I'd actually use it. It felt so good.
July 26th, Weather: Heavy rain.
The weather forecast said there would be continuous heavy rain in the next few days, which might cause local flooding. It seems Mom will be at home for the next few days. It's unbearable.
Mom seems to have noticed my coldness these past few days. I can only pretend nothing's wrong and try to avoid physical contact with her. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself.
The day is finally over. It was so hard to get through. Mom is so beautiful. I love you, Mom.
July 27th, Weather: Heavy rain.
Today, Mom and I did a lot of things together. We cleaned the house, made dumplings together, and when we went out to buy groceries, Mom and I held hands. Her palms were so soft and felt so good to hold. I didn't want to let go. At home, she still wore shorts and a tank top. Only when my mother's back was to me did I dare to secretly look at her, and I made another discovery: my mother's buttocks were so round and plump, I really wanted to touch them.
The subsequent diary entries were daily records of my interactions with my mother, including tender accounts and my sexual fantasies. Liu Yujie read them with a burning face and a flustered heart, unsure whether it was surprise or melancholy. The further she read, the more explicit her son's descriptions became. Having been widowed for many years, Liu Yujie's desires were stirred by these explicit words, and her lower body became unknowingly soaked.
August 19th, cloudy.
I masturbated three times in bed this morning. It felt so good. My mom's breasts are so big and soft, they feel so good to touch. Her breasts are white and tender, but her nipples are black and shiny, they look so sexy. My hands are big, I can pick up a basketball with one hand, but I still can't hold my mom's breasts with one hand. I held one big breast in each hand and put the nipple in my mouth and sucked on it. It felt so good, it was so amazing.
August 23rd, Weather: Heavy rain.
Ugh, Mom's not going to the supermarket again today. I can't take it anymore. Lying on Mom's lap, she smiled at me. She looked so beautiful. She was wearing my favorite black bra, the small fabric barely covering the area around her nipples.
I urged my mother to breastfeed me quickly, and she smiled and agreed. She lifted her bra over her breasts, and her two heavy breasts bounced out. I couldn't resist and bit one of her nipples. My mother bent down and gently breastfed me, letting me play with her breasts as I pleased. She's such a good mother.
August 31st, Weather: Sunny.
Tomorrow I start school, and Mom agreed to sleep with me. It was my first time spending the night in my mother's bedroom. Her body was so smooth. We cuddled together all night, kissing and caressing each other. I licked Mom's breasts over and over again, but she didn't seem impatient at all. Seeing my penis was painfully hard, Mom offered to masturbate me. Her palms felt so good. I ejaculated three times that night, each time onto Mom's breasts. It was so pleasurable.
September 2nd, Weather: Sunny.
A terrible day. Before I even got my quiz paper, I knew I was doomed. I couldn't concentrate at all during yesterday's test; I kept thinking about Mom. I didn't even finish the test. Sure enough, I, who was always in the top three, fell below thirtieth for the first time. It was truly shameful.
Mom leaned against my headboard, her breasts supported. I couldn't resist wanting to go over to her. No, no, I'm doing my homework right now. No, I'm going crazy. Mom's nipples became hard and rough in my mouth. No, I'm going crazy.
September 6th, Weather: Cloudy.
My homeroom teacher called me in again today, the second time. My friends all asked if I was sick, otherwise why would I be slumped over my desk during breaks? Of course, I can't say I'm too hard to move. The symptoms are getting worse; I fantasize about having sex with my mother all the time. My erection hurts from being squeezed by my jeans. Yesterday, I couldn't help but ejaculate during class—so embarrassing! I have to get rid of this.
It hurts so much! Ah, razor blades are such a good thing; I seem to be able to concentrate on my studies now. Oh no, why are there pictures of my mother on my homework? Where are the razor blades? Where are the razor blades? Ah, it hurts so much.
September 18th, sunny.
When I looked in the mirror this morning, I felt so haggard. I couldn't help myself again last night and masturbated twice. God, please forgive me. I didn't mean to break the rules; I just couldn't sleep, it was so painful. My mother asked me strangely why I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt in such hot weather. I could only explain that it was a school rule; otherwise, it would be even harder to explain when she saw the scratches on my arms. The razor blades seem to be useless now; maybe I should try something new.
As Liu Yujie read, tears streamed down her face, and she clutched the notebook in anguish. From the words, she deeply understood her son's inner turmoil, his repressed impulses, which he could only alleviate through self-harm. It was heartbreaking for her as a mother; the anger she felt at seeing her son's sexual fantasies about her vanished with the sorrow. Finally managing to stop the tears, the diary was soaked. With trembling hands, Liu Yujie struggled several times to separate the stuck-together pages and turn to the page.
September 23rd, noon, cloudy.
I haven't written in my diary for several days because I've been feeling really down. Mom went to school today. Heh heh, I actually knew this day would come. It's all supposed to end now. She pressed me about why my grades had dropped. What could I say? I could tell her it was because I've fallen madly in love with my mother! These past few days, I've had a premonition that something big is going to happen. Maybe it's a sixth sense.
Why has Mother endured such hardship for the past seven years? There's only one answer: me. If it weren't for me, perhaps Mother would have a happy family now. Thankfully, it's not too late. With Mother's beauty, she will surely find someone who loves and cherishes her. I wish you happiness, Mother.
The diary ends here. The last words are written in a chaotic style, clearly written under extremely turbulent emotions. On a nearby page, there's a very simple sketch of two people's faces. One is Liu Yujie, leaning affectionately on the shoulder of the person next to her. For some reason, Wang Xin's face wasn't drawn; only a smiling, contented corner of his mouth was outlined.
Her son's secret diary had a tremendous impact on Liu Yujie. For the first time, she truly entered her son's heart, discovering his untold pain and sorrow. After reading the diary, Liu Yujie's emotions shifted from incomprehension, anger, sadness, and grief to regret, pity, heartache, and bewilderment. She didn't know how she would interact with her son once he woke up. Bound by ethics and morality, Wang Xin chose self-destruction.
In this sense, he successfully redeemed himself through death. Even if he had made grave mistakes before, he had washed away those sins with his life. Liu Yujie, on the other hand, began to examine her relationship with her son after discovering the diary. Stripped of ethics and morality, she saw the heart that loved her so passionately. A man was willing to give up his life for her; how precious was that love! During the month she cared for her son,
every time she saw the self-inflicted wounds on his arms and his lifeless eyes, the softest part of Liu Yujie's heart was pierced. After a month, her heart was already covered in wounds, and she no longer felt any resentment or pity for her son's fantasies about her. She only hoped that he would wake up. If there really was a hell of immorality in this world, she was willing to be forever trapped in the flames of soul-burning to exchange for her son calling her "Mom" again.
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Liu Yujie looked sadly at her unconscious son beside her, overwhelmed with grief. She felt helpless about the future, and after a long, dazed look, she slowly got out of bed. She washed her face and combed her hair in the bathroom. Just as she opened the bathroom door, the early shift nurse came in for rounds.
Seeing her son being examined like a wooden puppet, Liu Yujie couldn't bear to watch any longer. She left the room and went straight to the on-call doctor's office. Coincidentally, the doctor on duty was Dr. Hu, Wang Xin's attending physician.
"Good morning, Dr. Hu,"
Liu Yujie greeted softly.
Upon hearing her voice, Dr. Hu quickly stood up warmly and greeted her, "Ah, good morning, Ms. Liu. Why didn't you get some rest? You really scared us to death the other day."
Liu Yujie smiled bitterly and said, "I'm sorry."
She glanced up and saw the calendar on the wall, the kind with large dates, the kind where you tear off a page each day. Looking at the date, she was slightly surprised; she hadn't realized she'd been unconscious for two days.
Dr. Hu shook his head and said, "Please sit down. Would you like some water?"
Liu Yujie nodded and said, "Thank you, Dr. Hu."
Dr. Hu quickly smiled and said, "You're welcome. Serving patients' families is our duty, haha."
He diligently poured a cup of hot water from the water dispenser and placed it on the coffee table in front of Liu Yujie. Over the past month, her colleagues at the hospital had noticed that Dr. Hu was being a little too attentive to Liu Yujie, and they secretly laughed at how this bookworm had finally become perceptive.
Dr. Hu studied in the United States in his early years and did not return to China until his early thirties. He was a medical doctor who graduated from a prestigious American medical university. Although he was not particularly handsome, he was still favored by countless women under the dazzling aura of his achievements. Unfortunately, although he was highly intelligent, he was not emotionally intelligent. His marriage ended in divorce less than a year later, after which he kept his distance from women and devoted himself to his career. As he approached his early forties, he finally had the idea of remarrying.
Unfortunately, his feelings were unrequited. Liu Yujie was overwhelmed with her son's problems and had no mood to accept a new relationship. Moreover, Dr. Hu's strong scholarly air and masculine temperament did not stir any ripples in her heart. She liked strong and powerful men who could protect women, but Dr. Hu was nothing like that. It was destined that his love would only be in vain.
Putting the water on the coffee table, Dr. Hu sat quietly in his chair, pretending to look through the medical records in his hands, but seemingly casually stealing glances at Liu Yujie. A thirty-seven-year-old woman, not young in age, but compared to girls in their teens or twenties, they possessed a unique advantage: maturity. Like a fine wine aged for many years, rich and alluring, every smile, gesture, and movement seemed to issue a silent invitation, stirring strange thoughts in men.
Liu Yujie was the epitome of this. Although time had left its mark on her eyes, it had also taken away her youthful naiveté and added maturity. She was like a ripe peach, exuding an irresistible sweet fragrance. Her beautiful face and enviable figure left an indelible mark on Dr. Hu from their first meeting. However, firstly, the timing wasn't right, and secondly, this bookworm truly lacked the ability to charm women. A month had passed, and their private relationship had made no progress, leaving him restless and anxious day and night.
Liu Yujie didn't dwell on the strange thoughts of the nerdy doctor in front of her. She gripped the water glass with her cold hands, took a small sip, and felt the warm water flow into her icy stomach, warming her body slightly. Watching the steam rising from the rim of the glass, she softly asked, "Dr. Hu, I'd like to process my son's discharge paperwork. Can we do it today?"
Dr. Hu's heart skipped a beat. He put down the medical records he was pretending to review and asked, "We haven't found the cause of your son's illness yet. Why not keep him in the hospital for observation for a while longer? If you have financial difficulties, I can help you."
He said eagerly.
Liu Yujie, oblivious to Dr. Hu's unusual enthusiasm, shook her head and said, "It's not about the money. I want to change to a familiar environment; it might help his recovery. I've also learned how to give injections from the nurses this past month, so could you please prescribe some sedatives for me?"
Seeing the woman's resolute intention to leave, Dr. Hu, though reluctant, had no choice but to regretfully say, "Alright then, but sedatives are controlled substances, so I can't prescribe more than necessary. I'll prescribe seven vials for now, and you'll need to come back to the hospital every week for a new prescription. That's the rule."
"Okay, thank you, Dr. Hu."
Liu Yujie put down her water glass and stood up, saying, "I'll go back to the ward to pack. If there's anything I need to fill out, please let me know."
"Okay, sure."
Dr. Hu quickly stood up to see her off. Watching the woman's beautiful figure disappear through the door, he slumped into a chair in frustration, staring blankly at the ceiling, filled with indescribable dejection.
With Dr. Hu's help, the discharge procedures were quickly completed. Liu Yujie politely declined the nurses' assistance and helped her son downstairs alone. She settled Wang Xin in the passenger seat, pressing down on his constantly moving legs for a few minutes until he stopped walking and sat quietly, staring blankly ahead.
Seeing this, Liu Yujie felt even more heartbroken. Considering they were in public, she finally held back her tears and turned to thank the medical staff. At this moment, Dr. Hu strode up to her. His colleagues nearby couldn't help but be surprised, wondering if he was about to confess his feelings. However, the nerdy doctor hesitated for a long time before simply pulling out a crumpled business card and handing it over.
"Uh, Ms. Liu, this is a friend's business card. She's a psychologist. I've noticed you've been under a lot of pressure lately, which isn't good. Perhaps you can use this card,"
Dr. Hu stammered, leaving everyone around him greatly disappointed.
Liu Yujie took the business card, which read "Director Hua Yuehong of Tianhua Psychological Treatment Center," followed by a phone number and address. She nodded her thanks and put the card in her pocket.
As the car slowly drove away from the hospital parking lot, Dr. Hu's heart sank further. He watched the last glimpse of the car disappear through the door, his head drooping. He walked slowly back to his office with heavy steps and sat there blankly all day.
Leaving the hospital matter behind, Liu Yujie parked the car in the underground parking lot of the residential complex, helped her son out of the car, and entered the elevator. To prevent her son from bumping into the elevator wall, she leaned against the wall and hugged her son. Wang Xin, oblivious, moved forward, pressing his mother against the elevator wall. Although the impact wasn't strong due to his slow movement, this action still made Liu Yujie feel somewhat embarrassed, knowing that her son had feelings for her.
But she dared not dodge, and could only silently endure it, praying in her heart that no one would come in. No sooner had this thought arisen than the elevator doors opened again with a ding. A young couple, hand in hand, chatting and laughing, were about to enter. Upon seeing the ambiguous scene inside, they froze at the doorway. Embarrassed, Liu Yujie wished she could disappear into the elevator vents. Luckily, the girl reacted quickly, pulling her boyfriend out. The elevator doors slowly closed, and Liu Yujie breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, no one else blocked the elevator, and they went directly to the top floor.
The top floor was a duplex, with only one unit and two households. The apartment next door was always empty. Liu Yujie had lived there for over three years and had never seen the apartment across the hall open once. This apartment was extremely large, over 400 square meters across two floors. It was a house they had bought with a mortgage more than seven years ago, before her husband passed away.
Back then, house prices hadn't skyrocketed. This 400-square-meter duplex apartment, including the underground parking space, only cost 1.06 million yuan. Now, it's worth a whopping 6 million yuan. It was only handed over four years ago, and after being renovated, it was left to air out for over half a year, yet the furnishings still look brand new.
Upon entering, there's a foyer, followed by a massive, over 100-square-meter circular living room. Because the living room is so large, the sofa in the center is a custom-made genuine leather circular sofa, more than twice the size of a typical store sofa. Even so, it still looks exquisite in the huge living room.
Liu Yujie is someone who values the finer things in life. She put a lot of thought into decorating her home, using various handicrafts and artworks to fill the living room without making it feel cluttered, creating a harmonious and tasteful atmosphere.
Returning to her familiar home, Liu Yujie felt much more relaxed. Since her son couldn't easily change his shoes, she helped him to the sofa, let him lie down and rest, and then took off his shoes, gently smiling, "Xiao Xin, we're home. Do you remember this place?"
Wang Xin showed no reaction whatsoever, staring blankly at the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling above the sofa.
Seeing her son still unconscious, Liu Yujie shook her head sadly, put two pairs of shoes by the door, went to the kitchen to boil some water, and noticing the dust everywhere, she picked up the phone and dialed a cleaning company, informing them to send someone to clean in the afternoon. She then ordered two KFC deliveries, as her son could only eat liquids; his lunch consisted mainly of rice porridge and milk.
After hanging up, Liu Yujie returned to the living room, sat beside her son, leaned down, and gently stroked his head, murmuring, "Xiao Xin, how much longer are you going to sleep? Mommy is so tired, so exhausted, not just physically, but emotionally too. Do you know how much Mommy regrets it? Yes, I regret it now, I regret it so much. Mommy shouldn't have forced you."
"If I had pretended not to know anything, maybe none of this would have happened. You like your mother, that's not a big deal, it's just the stirrings of your teenage years. In a few years, when you grow up, these thoughts will naturally fade away. Why were you so foolish? Even if you were to die, it should be me who dies. You're still young, you have a long way to go. The Wang family is counting on you to carry on the family line. I haven't even held my grandson yet. Why, why did you choose this path?"
Liu Yujie became more and more agitated and indignant as she spoke, her resentment bursting forth, her face contorted in pain. It took her a long time to calm down before she realized that she had been tearing her son's hair with force without realizing it. She quickly pulled her hand away in fright. Fortunately, Wang Xin had a buzz cut, otherwise, his mother would have ripped out a handful of his hair.
Liu Yujie stared at her hands in disbelief. She couldn't believe she had just done something so horrible. Although it happened in a state of extreme emotional turmoil, it was still unacceptable to her. She clutched her head, trembling all over, feeling as if her life had turned gray. One moment she thought of her son living like a living dead, the next of her own miserable life after becoming mentally ill. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, amplifying the terror infinitely.
Suddenly, she remembered the business card Dr. Hu had given her. She hurriedly pulled it out of her pocket and, with trembling hands, dialed the number. Because her hands were shaking so violently, the phone fell to the ground several times before she could finish dialing. Finally, she managed to get through, but the line was busy. She felt utterly exhausted, and the phone slid limply onto the carpet.
Liu Yujie collapsed heavily onto the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her eyes gradually blurred with tears. In her hazy vision, the ceiling seemed to transform into shimmering water, reflecting a series of images—a replay of her son's childhood. From his first steps to his first words, from his whining for toys to his thoughtful acts of carrying water for her to water the plants, from his playful falls that tore his pants and his subsequent tears to his diligent studies—every detail recorded her son's 17 years of growth, filled with both laughter and tears.
She clearly remembered how, seven years ago, after her husband's death, her son, with tears in his eyes, firmly promised to take good care of his mother. Over these seven years, his obedience, good behavior, and understanding had filled her with immense pride and joy. He was her pride, her only hope for the continuation of her life.
The image on the ceiling gradually disappeared, and Liu Yujie's expression gradually cleared. From her memories, she clearly read her reluctance to part with her son. This reluctance gave her the courage to stand up again. She turned her head to look at her son, who was standing there dumbfounded, and smiled sadly, saying, "Xiao Xin, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, Mom will not give up. I must cure you, I definitely will."
Self-hypnosis does have a good therapeutic effect on people on the verge of collapse. Liu Yujie felt the strength in her limbs gradually returning, but she didn't want to move at all. She lay on the sofa in a daze. After a long time, the ringing of the phone startled her. It turned out to be a delivery from the courier.
After paying the delivery guy, Liu Yujie placed the box on the coffee table, helped her son sit up on the sofa, and slowly fed him rice porridge with a spoon. Wang Xin swallowed slowly, and by the time he finished, Liu Yujie's portion was cold. Too lazy to reheat it, she ate a little and then helped her son upstairs to rest. She hesitated briefly in the second-floor hallway before leading him to her room.
Liu Yujie's bedroom was about 70 square meters, roughly the size of a typical two-bedroom apartment. A huge 56-inch LCD TV hung on the wall. The outer side of the bedroom was curved, without walls, entirely made of high-strength tempered glass with a special surface treatment that effectively filtered ultraviolet rays without affecting natural light. Furthermore, it was impossible to see inside from the outside. There was a treadmill and some small exercise equipment in the corner. The room also had a separate bathroom and walk-in closet—a model of extreme luxury.
The entire house renovation cost over 1.4 million yuan, all from income earned over the years from operating a chain supermarket. After her husband's death, Liu Yujie devoted herself to her work, and her business not only didn't decline but actually experienced rapid growth. She opened over twenty chain stores, including two large flagship stores, making her a significant super-large supermarket chain in the city and a well-known and powerful businesswoman.
Ultimately, she merged her existing capital with a large national chain supermarket, and after arduous negotiations, she obtained 12 million yuan in cash and 4.35% of the shares, becoming the supermarket's deputy general manager in the region. Although she wasn't the owner, her income increased several times over, with annual dividends of five to six million yuan, enough for her and her son to live comfortably for several generations.
After tucking her son in, Liu Yujie stood with her arms crossed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the bustling city. She couldn't help but recall how she and her husband had left their hometown to work hard, enduring countless hardships and resisting various temptations to finally have a warm home. But then her husband died in an accident, and her son became a living dead. It seemed as if all the misfortunes in the world had befallen her alone, making her question herself: Was she born with a curse of bringing bad
luck to her husband and children? Liu Yujie was lost in thought until the cleaning company's phone rang, startling her awake. After nearly an hour of work, more than ten cleaners had thoroughly cleaned the room, leaving it spotless. This made the always clean-loving Liu Yujie feel much better. After they left, she lazily stretched and went upstairs to her room, feeling overwhelmed by weariness and exhausted. She planned to take a shower and rest, but then she looked up at the clock on the wall and remembered it was time to catheterize her son.
After Wang Xin lost consciousness, urination became a matter requiring assistance, otherwise he would soil his pants. Fortunately, he didn't eat much each day, and his bowel movements were very regular. Liu Yujie unbuckled her son's belt without a care.
She had gotten used to it in the hospital. Although at first, seeing that limp penis made her a little embarrassed, she had gotten used to it over time. Besides, in the hospital environment, it was hard for her to feel much shame. These things were usually handled by the patient's family, and Wang Xin only had Liu Yujie as a relative; if she didn't do it, who would?
Skillfully pulling down her trousers, revealing black underwear underneath, a bulging bulge, Liu Yujie smiled slightly, helped her son up, and said, "Xiao Xin, it's time to pee. Mom will help you, but be careful."
Wang Xin mechanically followed his mother to the bathroom, supported by Liu Yujie. Liu Yujie pulled down her son's underwear; his long, limp penis hung limply between his legs, its thickness somewhat frightening. Even though she had seen it many times, it still amazed her. Her deceased husband had been extremely well-endowed, and her son had inherited this excellent gene; when erect, he would probably be no less than his father. Thinking of this,
Liu Yujie couldn't help but recall the intimate moments she shared with her husband when he was alive, the bone-deep orgasmic pleasure that made her somewhat confused and infatuated. For many days and nights, she could only relive those fading memories in her dreams. Perhaps because of the change in environment, in this private space, only she and her son were there, and her son was unconscious. This emboldened Liu Yujie, and wicked thoughts arose.
With trembling yet resolute hands, she reached out and grasped her son's limp penis. Usually, this was to facilitate his urination, but this time, almost unconsciously, she gripped the shaft, gently kneading and slowly moving it back and forth in her palm. Although the movements were not significantly different from before, her state of mind was entirely different.
Unlike usual, Liu Yujie didn't turn her head away; instead, she stared intently at her son's penis. Golden urine slowly flowed out, and his penis became slightly erect. She involuntarily swallowed, her heart burning with a frantic panic. She was so focused that she didn't even notice her own genitals had unknowingly become a wet swamp.
Wang Xin finished urinating quickly, but Liu Yujie showed no sign of letting up. She slowly and forcefully rubbed her son's penis, watching the large glans move in and out of the foreskin. Her breathing gradually quickened, and her cheeks flushed. She involuntarily squatted down, bringing her face closer, greedily inhaling the scent emanating from the boy's groin. Even the slightly unpleasant smell of urine was something she found sweet. She
had been thirsting for far too long; this thirst, like a raging flood, had, after a month of fear and anxiety, overwhelming the dam she had painstakingly built over the years. At this moment, she didn't want to think about anything; her conscious will receded, and her body was completely controlled by her primal thirst. Her other hand trembled as she stroked the boy's testicles, gently caressing them with her warm palm, her face displaying a morbidly desireful longing.
Liu Yujie had been playing with her son's penis for an unknown amount of time. Although a voice inside her kept tempting her to open her mouth and take the tempting thing in front of her, to fill the emptiness in her heart with that kind of brutal satisfaction, her last moral defenses held back the flood of desire. As the flood gradually receded, Liu Yujie's desires were also somewhat released. Realizing their relationship, she quickly put down the penis in her hand, got up and held onto the washbasin next to her, lowered her head and breathed heavily, then suddenly looked up.
Looking at herself in the mirror, her cheeks flushed, her hair disheveled, and her face filled with panic, she couldn't help but hate herself. She muttered under her breath, "You shameless slut! What were you thinking? What were you doing? He's your son, your own flesh and blood! Even if you went out and found some random man, even a beggar sleeping in a garbage dump, you couldn't go to him! Are you crazy?"
Liu Yujie cursed her reflection, constantly repenting in her heart. She cursed for a while before stopping. After the anger subsided, only emptiness remained. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. Looking at her tear-filled reflection, she collapsed weakly to the floor, covering her face and sobbing.
Wang Xin, standing motionless beside the toilet, remained like a wooden statue.
Wiping away her tears, Liu Yujie helped her son put on his pants and lay him on the bed. She quickly gathered his underwear and rushed to the bathroom, stripping herself naked in a few swift movements. Only then did she notice the stains on her underwear, soaked with vaginal fluid. She took a deep breath, crumpled the underwear into a ball, and threw it in the trash can. She stepped into the bathtub, the warm, clear water enveloping her and giving her a sense of comfort. Stubbornly, she kept her nose and below the surface submerged, staring blankly at the bathroom wall.
Although she had already reflected on her actions, for some reason, she couldn't forget what had just happened. Her son's penis kept flashing through her mind, impossible to forget. The more she thought about it, the more confused she became, and her head throbbed with pain.
With a splash, Liu Yujie sat up abruptly, naked. Her full breasts trembled slightly in the air, round and plump, white as jade. The heavy, trembling peaks exerted a sense of pressure on her. Her chest heaved violently, and she moaned softly, her body twisting slightly. Looking down into the water, one could see that the culprit was two slender fingers.
"I'm sorry, Xiaoxin, please forgive Mommy. Mommy can't take it anymore,"
Liu Yujie murmured hysterically, her index and middle fingers moving in and out of her vagina with practiced ease. For the past few years, she had relied on masturbation to relieve her sexual urges. The only difference now was that the object of her masturbation had changed from her deceased husband to her son.
Her fingers moved faster and faster in and out of her vagina, her ring finger joining the fray. Her free hand climbed up to her breast, kneading her full right breast vigorously, and she couldn't help but moan, "Gently, gently, Mommy can't take it anymore."
She was completely lost in her sexual fantasies, unable to extricate herself. The scene of her masturbating her son earlier was vividly replayed in her mind. His limp penis seemed to become as hard as an iron rod, thrusting into her vagina like a storm. His huge hands covered her breasts and roughly kneaded them. She was completely caught in the throes of lust and couldn't extricate herself. She completely surrendered to her son, abandoning all maternal dignity and offering her body to him for his release without complaint.
"Xiao Xin, Mommy is yours. As long as you wake up, Mommy is willing to do anything for you. Mommy can do everything you wrote in your diary. You like Mommy's breasts, Mommy can let you touch them anytime. You like Mommy to give you oral sex, Mommy will give you oral sex every day. You like to make love with Mommy, Mommy will bend over and let you do it. As long as you wake up, Mommy will agree to anything you want."
Liu Yujie pleaded in her heart. At this moment, she was completely in a state of madness. Regret, self-blame, lust, pity and other emotions surged and washed over her nerves again and again. In this confused state, she made countless promises. With each promise she made, her heart felt a little lighter, as if she had unloaded some heavy burden. Her body also became more and more sensitive. Finally, she reached climax in the constant promises and regrets.
As the afterglow of her climax slowly faded, Liu Yujie lay limply on the edge of the bathtub, her eyes glazed and unfocused. She didn't know what she was thinking, or perhaps she wasn't thinking at all, simply lost in thought. After a while, she slowly got up and dried herself with a towel. Her body, still wet from the climax, possessed a captivating charm unlike anything she had ever shown before. Looking at her naked reflection in the full-length mirror, she gave a bitter smile.
She said self-deprecatingly, "Liu Yujie, who are you trying so hard to maintain this body for? Who are you cherishing your appearance for? Sigh, if you didn't care about these things, how much better it would be to be a middle-aged, overweight, lazy, and sloppy woman. Why are you working so hard?"
She shook her wet hair with a wry smile, not bothering to dry it. She put on a light blue bra, the half-cup perfectly highlighting her full breasts. The push-up effect made her already naturally firm breasts form an even deeper cleavage. She couldn't help but twist her body twice in front of the mirror. Although she had just said that she shouldn't care about her appearance, this nature had actually seeped into her every move. It was not an idea that could be easily changed. Her round buttocks stretched her panties tightly.
Her long-standing yoga and exercise routine kept her buttocks firm and perky like a young woman's, showing no signs of sagging. Her only regret was that she felt her buttocks were a little too full. Whenever she complained to her husband about it, he would forcefully flip her onto the boat, thrusting his thick penis into her vagina from behind. His large, magical hands would constantly roam over her buttocks, slapping them, while he laughed and scolded her for not knowing how alluring her buttocks were.
So much time had passed that Liu Yujie had almost forgotten whether she genuinely felt her buttocks were too big or was deliberately complaining to seduce her husband. Her hands, through the thin fabric, gently roamed over her buttocks, a tingling sensation rising from the depths of her heart, as if her husband were playfully caressing her buttocks from behind. Thinking about this, a weak smile appeared on her lips, and two tear tracks unconsciously appeared on her cheeks.
Putting on her bathrobe, Liu Yujie slowly walked out and immediately saw her son lying quietly on the bed. She sighed slightly, shook her head to clear her mind of those chaotic thoughts, and gently sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her son with pity, even though she tried her best to maintain her dignity as a mother.
But in the quiet room, with only the two of them, the slightly oppressive silence made her thoughts uncontrollable. Her eyes kept unconsciously glancing at her son's crotch. Finally, restless, she got up, found her phone, scrolled through the call log, and pressed the call button again. She knew she absolutely had to see a psychologist.
"Beep...beep...beep."
This time there was no busy tone, and the call was quickly connected. A young woman's voice came from the other end, clear, capable, and concise.
"Hello, this is Hua Yuehong. How can I help you?"
the woman on the other end asked calmly.
In the quiet environment, this voice made Liu Yujie feel much more at ease. She said softly, "Dr. Hua, my name is Liu Yujie. Dr. Hu from the First People's Hospital recommended that I call you."
The woman on the other end immediately remembered the two phone calls Dr. Hu had made to her that afternoon, telling her to take good care of someone named Liu Yujie. It must be her. She never expected that the bookworm would have a day of heat. This surprised and intrigued Hua Yuehong.
After a brief exchange and agreeing on a meeting time, Liu Yujie hung up the phone. Feeling much more relaxed, she lay down beside her son in her pajamas, overcome with drowsiness, and drifted off to sleep amidst her wandering thoughts.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, in a bright and clean office building, a stunningly beautiful woman also put down her phone. With a pencil in her left hand, she quickly sketched a few lines on a piece of paper, soon creating a blurry image of a woman. She
then wrote a question mark on her face, smiled slightly, tossed the pencil aside, turned her swivel chair, and slowly stood up. Tall and shapely, her stunningly straight legs were encased in flesh-colored stockings. A black short suit and skirt perfectly showcased her proportions, and her long, reddish-brown hair, styled in a bun at the back of her head, further accentuated her mature and capable demeanor.
"Liu Yujie, I wonder what kind of person that idiot will fall for? Hehe,"
the woman chuckled softly, looking out at the deepening night sky.

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