Mother and child lust (1-2)

Mother and child lust (1~8)
(I) Longing makes one grow old
What mother in the world could give me such a loving and devoted relationship as my mother for over twenty years?
When the oil ran out and the lamp went out, he passed away peacefully in his sleep.
She seemed to have a premonition, knowing that her days were numbered, and wrote me a letter, telling me:
"I'm very weak. If you're going that way, please come back and visit me."
She rarely made any demands of me. Upon receiving the letter, she immediately dropped everything, took the earliest flight, and flew from Canada...
He flew back to Hong Kong.
When I saw my mother lying in bed, her face pale and sickly, my heart ached terribly. For the past two or three years, I haven't...
He often stayed by her side to take care of her.
She asked me to help her get out of bed. At the dressing table, she combed her hair and applied light makeup. Her hand, holding the eyebrow pencil, trembled slightly.
I was moved. Seeing her haggard reflection in the mirror, tears welled in my eyes. I still remember her with her long, flowing hair back then.
Her hair was fine, smooth, and shiny, shimmering with light. I leaned against the bed, watching her quietly comb her hair. It was truly...
It is pleasing to the eye.
"Do I look any better?" she asked me.
"Mom, you look beautiful."
"I didn't expect you to come back so soon. I didn't even have time to dye my hair, so you'll see how haggard I look."
"No need. You look good like this."
"Looking at me like this, you don't want to have sex with me anymore. You've rarely come back these past few years, and when you do, it's..."
"She won't have sex with me. I'm too old, she doesn't need me anymore." She pondered to herself, looking in the mirror.
"Mom... don't say that. Actually, I'm getting old too."
It's very difficult to acknowledge one's mother in front of her. I remember back then, I wanted her to spend the rest of her life with me, and I thought of Bo...
Langning's romantic lines, "Grow old with me," were unspoken. After all, we are both old.
Stroking his mother's hair, he said to her, "I don't care about your gray hair, and I don't care about my gray hair either, only..."
I cherish the days we've spent together. Twenty years have passed, and I've certainly traveled a lot; I'm a little tired.
I nestled behind her, embracing her frail body, resting my chin on her shoulder, pressed against her...
Her slender body leaned back against me, and she raised her hand to gently stroke my face. Her fingertips were cool, like snakes.
It slid across my face just like that.
"How long has it been since we last made love?"
"I'll stay in Canada for as long as I want."
"It's been almost two years."
"Mom, I'm sorry, business in Canada is very busy, I can't get away. And business here..."
"I understand, I just miss you. I'm content as long as you're successful."
"That's not an excuse. You've spent your whole life thinking about what you could do for me, and I haven't even been able to properly repay you."
"You've been so good to me, I'm just annoyed that I can't keep up with you. If you don't mind that I'm old, if you don't mind that I'm..."
"I'm sick. I want you and me to make love, like before."
I was so moved that I cried, and she shed tears too.
"Mom, how could I complain? I'm just worried your health might not be up to it. Can we wait until you're feeling better before we do it?"
"Come on, my good son. I'm barely breathing, carry me to bed."
I held back my tears, picked her up in my arms, and carried her to the bed. Standing in front of her bed, I took off my clothes.
She lay there, her eyes fixed on me, watching me undress. I took off all my underwear, and she stretched out her long, snow-white...
She pulled me to her side, and I took her hand and sat down beside her.
"Let me see you clearly. You've gained weight, and when did you go bald?"
My mother's words made me feel ashamed. Middle age brings a hundred sorrows; I understand I am no longer young.
As people age, how much more so should mothers?
I caressed her thighs through the thin fabric. She wasn't tall, but she had a pair of rather attractive legs.
She always kept her beautiful thighs tightly hidden inside her trousers, until that one night, I pulled down her trousers...
It wasn't until I came down that I noticed her slim waist and beautiful legs.
She also had a pair of lovely little breasts, and before starting to unbutton her robe, I took them in my hands one by one, gently kneading them.
Gently pinch. Then unbutton the jacket one button at a time, but don't take it off completely; just let it open, exposing...
She exposed her breasts. My mother, of course, was willing to be completely naked for me; her body had captivated me. And from her nakedness...
I have experienced all the sweetness of love. But her nakedness is enough for me.
I crave her body, but I crave even more to see her face. Her face during tender moments, her dreamy expression...
What I remember most vividly is her soft, silky hair, which I brushed back to reveal her forehead, face, and ears.
Duo. Her breasts were never the full, firm kind, but even at this age, they still remained...
Its original shape, just like when I first laid it bare.
She took my hand and placed it over her small breasts, imprinting her skin and contours on my palm.
This is my mother's breast, which conceived me, nourished me, and moistened me with its love during my lonely days.
I will never forget its warmth and its undulating lines.
Mom's eyelids were slightly closed, and tears rolled down the creases at the corners of her eyes. Several wrinkles etched her forehead—the marks of time on a woman.
The marks left on her face. When I left two years ago, I hadn't noticed how old she had become. My mother was kind-hearted, so...
She ages more gracefully than other women. However, today, the makeup on her face can no longer conceal her frailty.
Pale and weak.
I closed my eyes and kissed her slightly trembling lips. I still remember the warmth of her lips, and...
Her kind and understanding face when we first made love years ago. For me, she willingly gave her body, allowing me...
To satisfy youthful passions.
She pointed to the bedside table, indicating where the lubricant was; it was always there, next to the bedside lamp, always available.
Just in case. Even when I'm not with her, it's kept there, ready to be used when I return and need it.
it.
He dipped his fingers in some cool lubricant, applied it to his mother's private parts beneath her skirt, and probed deep inside. She shuddered.
Her trembling told me that she was still just as sensitive to sexual touch. For the past twenty years, during the time I was away on business trips...
Thanks to my mother's selfless dedication, I was able to experience the sexual life a normal man needs during my lonely and isolated days.
live.
I put my arm around her slender shoulders, lifted her chin, and kissed her repeatedly. She frowned slightly, accepting my kisses.
I kissed my mother's lips, moistening them with my saliva. Her hands rested on my shoulders, gently stroking the back of my neck.
My hand slipped inside my mother's nightgown, from the open front of her garment, around her back, to her cool...
His fingers stroked her back, moving to her slender waist and her cold buttocks. Her frail body was barely breathing.
She felt like a piece of soft silk in my hands. I held her close, and my mother melted in my arms.
My chest pressed gently against her breasts, and she nuzzled my nipples against hers. Her slender arms and entire...
Her thighs pressed together against my body, forming a mated position. My mother was below, I was above, our long-standing sexual...
Their sexual positions have always been the same, unchanged for twenty years. Under her skirt, she pulled out her panties...
He pulled down, bent his knees, took off his underwear, and searched for my burning desire below my waist. He found it, and grasped it.
In my hand.
I hardened in her hand, and a knowing smile spread across my face as I guided it between her legs. I lifted her buttocks, and gently...
She was too weak to arch her back beneath me. Her thighs were thin and gaunt, lacking their former elasticity, and unable to support me.
Weight. I didn't mind at all, speaking intimately, but I felt my mother's affection for me deepened, and her love for me grew even stronger.
I gently lifted her delicate body, letting her guide me, and lightly thrust inside, slowly pushing in, afraid to use too much force.
It's too strong, it will crush her until it's completely inside, sinking down, and we'll be completely pressed together.
Within her is a love that surrounds me from all sides; it's a place that's always open to me.
No matter the circumstances, it will always accept me unconditionally whenever I need it. This feeling of being loved is something else entirely.
You won't find that in other women. I'm talking about the unique experience of a mother and son who truly love each other, an experience that transcends age.
Age, seniority, appearance, and physique are not considered; it is the truest and purest love in the world.
I gently stroked her breast, and her small nipple hardened. She struggled to lift her head, letting me lick her face.
泪水，把她颤抖的脣儿含在嘴里，吮吸着，像吮吸着她的乳头一样。
她张开眼帘，温馨的眼神，放射出来的光芒有如冬日的大阳。母亲用她尚余
的气力，紧紧的把双腿缠在我身上。我展开胳膊，把母亲纳入我的怀里，环抱着
她，和她浮沈于欲海的波涛，一起一伏，随波逐流。然后，我急切地蠕动，在她
的催促之下。然后在她喉头，我听到她失控地发出呜呜咽咽的呻吟和爱语。
「妈，弄痛了你吗？」
母亲涌流着泪水，生怕母亲受不住，稍为放缓抽送，正要停顿之际，她搂住
我的肩，说：
「我受得住的，不要停。不要理会别的，顺着你的感觉来爱我。」
「妈？真的要吗？」
「不要说话，快来爱我。」她喘嘘嘘的说。
「知道了，妈，让我爱你，永远的爱你……」
我说着，搂紧着她，轻轻的爱抚着她的乳头，一深一浅的抽插。脑海里泛一
幕又一幕从前和她初相好的美好时光，和经过的重重波折。那不是偶然的遇见，
而是永恆的约定。她是我的好母亲，也做了我宠爱的妻子，和孩子的母亲。我们
在床上有过无比的悦乐，得来不易。我想到她与我这何等亲密，多重的关系，我
更害怕要失去她，就不能控制自已，射精在她的小屄里。
母亲闭上眼睛，好象要把我射精时每一下脉动，都记在她脑海里，存留在她
的记忆里。我托着她的臀儿，支撑着她的身体，让我们的身体交接着，相连着，
直至我的阴茎渐渐软化，颓然退出。不能在母亲的体内挺住，多留一刻，我竟有
亏欠的感觉。
不过，看见母亲那弱不禁风的身躯，无力地躺在我怀里，像小女孩一样，一
脸做过爱后的安详和满足，我就释然了。伸手探在枕头下，摸着那里放着的一条
小毛巾。我用它来抹净自己，她就拿来夹在两腿之间，像卫生棉一样，吸去小屄
倒流的精液。
我不在家的日子，小毛巾仍放在她枕底下，守候着。我认得那一条我们从前
常用的，两年前和她分别之前的晚上，和她竟夜不眠做爱之后用过的，她洗过，
留着。二十多年的岁月，有过多少次的体液的交流，能收集起来，要多大的器皿
才容得下？那黏稠在她耻丘上的我们的爱液，混和在一起，已分不出哪些是母亲
的，哪些是我的。
这不是一场特别激烈的爱，但是她的大腿间和耻毛，再逢我的雨露沾湿，她
的身体彷彿甦醒过来，在她风霜的脸上，又绽放了春意。我以手指梳爬她淡淡的
耻毛，有几根在我们耻丘厮磨地脱落，黏在我指间，我才发觉，母亲的耻毛比前
稀疏，像我头上的烦恼丝一样开始掉了。
「我没用了，己经不能结结实实的和你做个爱。」母亲擡眼和我相看。
「妈，你说什么？你做得很好，我倒没用了，无復当年之勇，硬不起来。」
「看我这个样子，你会硬得到那里去？」
「妈，别这样。相信我，在床上我没遇过别的女人比得上你，能令我那么狂
热，着迷。」我说的是真心话，和我上过床的女人不多，但都是挺会做爱的，只
有母亲能把做爱的温度升至极点。
我给她深深一吻，她闭上眼睛接受了。她选择相信我，她遇过的男人都有多
过一个女人，她曾给抛弃过，所以她希望成为一个男人生命里最重要的女人。
我衷心的把我的感受说出来，在大千世界之中，一生人能和同一个女人结上
母子和夫妇的缘份，一世母子半世夫妇。叫我遗憾的是要母亲和另一个女人分享
我爱。不过，母亲从不计较自己的得失，只想到付出，我在她身上得到的快乐就
是她的幸福，无怨无悔地做了我在大洋此岸的妻子，为我守着，为我养育了一对
儿女。
她不能得到全部的我，但她知道，我爱她。而我也知道，她是如何的牵挂着
我。她对我思念，比慈母思念游子更甚。我得坦白承认，不是从起初就懂得去爱
她，因为我不明白那是什么。到我终于明白，可惜时日无多了。
这几年不在她身边，没有尽我的本分照顾她，让她挂念着我，她从未埋怨说
半句，为怕我分心，影响我的家庭和事业。不过，我看得出，我不常在她身边的
日子，令她憔悴，相思令人老，她为我相思而老去。
天啊，可否再给我十年，让我在母亲的身边，好好的待她，补赎我对她一切
的亏负？母亲的一生只为我和我们的儿女活。其实，她自己也需要有人宠她，爱
她。
(二)当年春衫薄
我让母亲枕着我的肩头歇着，歇着就睡着了，我不敢移动躺卧的姿势，那会
打扰她。一会儿，她张开眼睛，说：
「怎么？我睡着了？」
「是啊﹗做完爱，就睡了。你睡得很甜，很美。」
「什么时候了？」
「大概五点多。」
「快穿衣服，他们快回来了。」
他们就是母亲为我生的两个孩子。都念高中，儿子快要进大学了。母亲说的
不错，我刚穿好衣服，就听到外面有人声。他们没敲门，就推门进来，见到我，
楞住了。
「爸爸回来了，还不快点叫声爸爸。」母亲说。
他们许久都没叫我一声爸爸了。三年没见面了，他们没有期望会见到我，也
对我有点怯生。儿子长得和我一模一样，女儿的模样像母亲。为了打破的隔膜，
我先开口：
「孩子们，好吗？爸爸常常挂念着你们，见到你们我很高兴。」
他们还是抿着嘴，不说话。可能是因为要过了我这一关，去问候母亲，才恭
恭敬敬的给我躹躬，好象小学生见到师长行礼一样，然后绕过我，去到母亲的床
前。看见他们母子仨流露着自然的亲情，我却好象是个局外人，站在一旁。在他
们两兄妹的心里，没有我这个父亲。我竟然羡慕起来。
母亲对他们说了一番话，他们才转过身来，叫我一声：「爸爸。」
而我竟然感动得滴下泪水。他们知道我这个不常在家的父亲一到家，母亲就
给占去了。我知道，母亲把我们的秘密保守着，不过他们可能知道我更多的事，
对我有介蒂。我在母亲的睡房里的时候，他们总会识趣地离开。其实，我是多么
么的希望他们能多留一会儿，一家四口共聚天伦。
「他们年纪还小，日后你要多多提携他们。」母亲吩咐我说。
「妈，他们是我的孩子啊，我怎会不照顾他们？看见他们，就好象看见当年
的自已。」
「其实你当年比他们还要固执，倔强。」
母亲说得对，我确是这样。想当年见到我父亲时，也是不肯叫他一声爸爸。
这个世界真的有因果，我们都受到所作的业支配。我看见弱不禁风的母亲卧在床
上，刚和我做过爱，就捉住我的手，为着我们的两个儿女，叮咛我。我心里不禁
戚然而感喟，想起三十多年前的前尘往事。
「妈，你还记得当年吗？你把我送去南洋的时候，年纪比国强和丽娟他们还
小。」
母亲看一看梳妆檯上我们母子的一帧旧照，临别前到影楼拍的，她以为，此
去不知何日再相见，像和她的丈夫一样。
孰知十多年后归来时，我变成了她的枕边人？
当年万分不情愿离开香港和母亲，远渡重洋，去到异乡。父亲是南洋华侨，
自小放洋打工，回乡娶妻，生了我。他回南洋去，母亲带着我，来到香港定居。
我对父亲的认识，是从母亲和同乡的叔伯口里听来的。父亲原来在南洋的橡
胶园干粗活，后来有个富家小姐喜欢他，不嫌他穷，嫁了他。于是他就发了迹。
他一直隐瞒着她在故乡己有家室。
母亲从没有怨言，为了我的缘故，一直守着她的所谓妇道，没有改嫁，为的
是希望我会有一天，像我的父亲一样，在南洋闯天下。
父亲在南洋的老婆生了几个女儿，却无男丁。他才敢向她透露有个儿子的秘
密。于是把我接过去，为了继承他的事业。
母亲把我送去那里，仗着我长子的名份，会得到些好处。在当时的环境，和
她的经历，那是我最好的出路。
纵使母亲不嫌我父亲抛弃她，我却不能饶恕他对母亲的薄倖，也不能接受那
个女人夺去我的父亲。我早就决意不投靠我那个陌生的父亲。
在南洋过了一段短短的日子，我们没法相处。原本是媒妁之言的原配，在那
边的人口里变成了情妇。我这个长子名份要来做什么？受到妹妹的排挤和别人的
白眼。我经意闯了个祸，叫父亲急急把我送去加拿大读书。我渴望自己有个家，
大学毕业后，很快就和同班的同学结婚，生子，定居彼邦。
Life in Canada was so idyllic that I almost forgot about home. I worked hard to build my career and quickly climbed the ladder.
I rose to a high position and gained the trust of my foreign boss. But I almost forgot about my mother and my hometown. However, things are unpredictable.
I've finally returned to Hong Kong, a place I don't particularly like.
If I were content with the simple life in Canada, my quarter-century-long illicit affair with my mother would be...
The romance wouldn't have started. My boss gave me an appointment, and I was on my way to open the company's Asia-Pacific office in Hong Kong.
When I returned, it was the plum rain season. My mother, whom I hadn't seen for ten years, opened the door to welcome me.
"Mom, I'm home," I said.
"You're finally back."
Our sleeping quarters remained exactly as they were: a bunk bed, I slept on the top bunk, and she slept on the bottom bunk.
That's how it is when you're young. Looking at the same old furniture brings back memories of my childhood. Looking at my mother, her clothes...
Her appearance was exactly the same as before, unchanged, just like when she waved goodbye to me at the airport.
"We can live like before," I said. In those days, my son and I depended on each other for survival.
Living a carefree life...
For years, she still lived in that dilapidated house, as if trying to hold onto something. I followed my mother into our...
The room, the old wooden bed, and the bedding were all there. Seeing our berth, I suddenly understood...
The mother never expected the father to return to her side or share a bed with her.
How many loving moments did she have with her husband? I don't know. She never mentioned it, but in all my memories, my father...
My relative never went home. In that era, a woman's husband became the purpose of her life after marriage. My mother was not as fortunate as...
Without a husband, how did she get through those lonely nights?
When I left home, I felt three parts respect and seven parts resentment towards her, because she sent me to Southeast Asia. Upon my return...
As she grew older and learned more about life, she developed a deep affection for him.
She ran around, busy cooking for me. I had so much to say to her, but I didn't know where to begin. After dinner,
She brought me a cup of hot tea. I looked up, and our eyes met. I saw a woman who looked utterly pitiful. I had never...
Having never truly understood his mother, he always looked up to her with utmost reverence. Even in middle school, when he made mistakes, he was still punished and beaten by her.
To the child, their mother was always the same; they never saw her as a woman. In fact...
My mother is pretty and delicate. I'm about half her age, but she still retains her charm. She's a bit thin, though.
Some women develop a plump appearance as they reach middle age.
When we met again, I was no longer the young boy I was when I left home. I had traveled to Southeast Asia, received a Western education, and had been abroad...
Having gone through so much and started a family, she's a completely different person. She's changed in a way I never expected.
Du, serving me in another capacity.
I could feel a new feeling, a sense of connection, to living under the same roof with my mother again, a feeling born from our separation.
A sense of freshness. I leave early and return late, and we don't talk much. However, in our daily lives, there are some small, subtle things...
Her actions gradually drew me into my mother's closed-off life...

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