A belated marriage certificate

A Belated Marriage Certificate
Author: Unknown
Word Count: 9626
"Mom, are you happy? This is our marriage certificate."
I held my mother's plump body in my arms, looking at the marriage certificate that had just been issued by the Civil Affairs Bureau, and said to her
excitedly . At this moment, my mother's eyes were already blurred with tears of excitement, and her face was
flushed with excitement, happiness, and a slight shyness. "Is this real? I can hardly believe it. This happiness came too suddenly."
"It's true, look at this bright red seal." We gazed at each other tenderly, unable to contain our emotions any longer.
I was born in a very remote and unusual little mountain village. In this impoverished place, I grew up happily,
sharing a tacit understanding with my parents. My mother visited countless times, but I never knew how many times we had been there. When we emerged from the forest, it was already dark.
Unlike many rural children, I had no brothers or sisters. In a place like the countryside where population growth is crucial, I
was the only child in my family. It wasn't because my parents had any psychological issues, but
because of my mother's insistence. If it weren't for the Cultural Revolution, she would have continued her studies at university. However, due to her family's unfavorable class background, she had to drop out of school and
reluctantly married my father, an honest farmer. My mother had very modern ideas, believing that having more children was a burden.
With her insistence, my father relented, and I was able to grow up happily under my parents' devoted care,
much happier than other rural children.
My mother's love for me, especially, surpassed that of other mothers. Although she lived in the countryside, she had never done any farm work. She was dignified and beautiful,
with
fair skin. Apart from her refined attire, which resembled that of city women
, she had none of the rustic airs of city women. In fact, she was far superior in temperament to many city women. I loved my mother so much that I never let her do farm work, only housework and taking care of me. I spent almost
every day with my mother, and she taught me many things through stories. I loved listening to her
stories; I thought she was the most knowledgeable person in the world, and I knew more than other children my age.
But the truth eventually came out. That day, when I returned home, my mother, Guan Lingqiao, hugged me tightly. "It's been so long!"
she said. Because of her education, after the Cultural Revolution, she became a private teacher in the village. She always took me with her to class,
and I learned so much while playing. When I started elementary school at age six, I learned a lot... Quickly, I was also
the youngest in my class (this age is normal in the city, but in the countryside, people usually start school later). I attended
my mother's class almost all the way to junior high school; the village only offered junior high. Because of my mother, I developed a love for learning
, and I rarely participated in the wild play of other rural children. I mostly stayed with my mother, reading and chatting.
When I graduated from junior high, I was admitted to a high school in the city with excellent grades. The rural kids who had gone to school with me
had all dropped out, returned home to get married, raise children, and start farming. It was also because of my mother... Despite this, I continued my studies.
My mother repeatedly encouraged me to strive for success, leave the countryside, and escape the backbreaking labor of farming. I
also cherished the opportunity to further my education, and I came to the city to attend high school. However, my grades (first in the village)
were not even considered good in the city, perhaps even below average. The pressure of my studies was immense. At the same time, as
I grew older, my mindset and attitude began to change. I was no longer simply engrossed in books; I began to have
other thoughts, and an unnamed desire to live burned within me. My mind was in a state of restlessness, especially with every
fixed thought. I started having sexual dreams and nocturnal emissions, and my grades started to decline.
My communication with my mother also decreased. My mother noticed the problem and asked me with concern what was wrong with me
lately . I hurriedly said, "Nothing," and at that moment, I suddenly felt my face turn red. I tried to look at
my mother, and I was stunned. My mother was so composed. Her face, full of maternal love, was
looking at me with a sweet smile. Two oval lips on her fair face... A faint blush hung on her face.
The moment my eyes met my mother's, my face flushed instantly. I was too embarrassed to look any longer, afraid she would notice my
strange gaze.
Only later did I dare to carefully observe my mother from the side. Nearly 40 years old, she was of medium build,
with long hair held back like other village women, her coarse cloth clothes unable to conceal her beautiful figure. I could only
say, "Dad, don't say anymore. I won't betray Mom." After talking for a while, I told my father to rest. That day,
to describe her as beautiful, she was the kind of woman... She was no longer a woman.
Her breasts were the largest I had ever seen on a woman, her buttocks were round and plump, and when she squatted down, her
erection was already pushing against her pants (almost sticking out). I went back to my room, locked myself in, took out my penis, and masturbated
while fantasizing about my mother until a thick stream of semen gushed out, shooting more than a meter away. I hurriedly
found some toilet paper to wipe up the semen that had shot onto the floor, and then wiped the residue off my glans.
That night I dreamed of having an affair with my mother, and I ejaculated all over my underwear. Realizing I was pregnant
, I was afraid to see my mother, yet my heart yearned to see her intensely. I was trapped
in a web of emotions and ethics, unable to escape.
I started going home every two weeks, sometimes not even for three weeks.
When my mother trembled slightly in surprise, I caught a glimpse of her flushed face out of the corner of my eye. At that moment, I felt a pang of guilt
. I further reduced my time at home, staying only one night at most before returning to school. I tried to avoid
my mother , to try and alleviate my longing for her, but I found it impossible. My thoughts... My heart is filled with the shadows of mothers throughout the city
. My dreams are filled with scenes of intercourse with my mother. I also want to escape this feeling of resistance by shifting my focus
. But I find that apart from my mother,
I seem to have no interest in other women.
My grades plummeted, falling to the bottom of the class. The teacher asked my parents to come to the school. I told my mother
what happened mother and I went to the school. After understanding my situation, she called me aside and said,
"Child, what happened? Why did your grades drop so quickly? This is not the level you should be at."
She always wanted to help me because of my feelings for her, but I was unwilling to accept other people's pity and charity. So she often took the opportunity to ask me
what to say. I was speechless. I just kept saying sorry. I knew that in order to support my schooling, my mother and father had worked hard.
There had been arguments between us. My mother said she didn't want my future to be like my father's, working the land in the dirt. Besides, our family's circumstances
were indeed difficult, and it was really not easy to squeeze out money for my schooling. But what did I tell my mother? I
had neglected my studies because of my fantasies about her. I was even more remorseful at that moment. I cried, and my mother cried too. She
laid the foundation for my current delusions. I whispered sweet nothings to my mother, promising to love and care for her for the rest of my life.
Holding her close, I said, "Child, don't cry. Mom knows you'll do your best."
To be honest, this was the first time I'd been so intimately close to a mature woman, and it was my
favorite I
could clearly feel the softness and scent of my mother's body. At that moment, my erection rose, pressing against my mother's lower abdomen. I tried to pull away, but it was too late. I felt
both intense and aroused. In those few minutes, I pressed myself even closer to my mother's body
. Her figure was amazing—tall, shapely, and voluptuous. While it couldn't compare to my mother's, I
could clearly feel the softness of her breasts. We... We hugged for about ten minutes,
then resumed our usual conversation, but it felt awkward. Neither of us seemed to dare to meet each other's
eyes , especially my mother's. Her eyes had lost their usual tenderness and gained a touch of coquettishness.
A stirring of spring began to rise in my heart; an impulse to fall in love surged within me. My mother's smile seemed shy and reserved, unlike her usual
openness. My heart began to pound. Did my mother have the same idea as me?
The day my mother left, I went to see her off. It was about ten miles from the county town to the village, and the ten miles from the bus stop required a
walk. We sat close together, though there was actually a distance between us, but neither seemed willing to
part . We rarely spoke along the way, but I felt we were both secretly observing each other. After we got off the bus,
it was nearly dusk. Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, we walked along the country lanes. As we got closer to home,
our pace slowed involuntarily. The village elders had finished their work and were resting. Looking around, apart from
the wisps of smoke rising from the distant farmhouses, there was no one else around. I followed closely behind my mother, watching her plump
figure move with such delicate grace. When we reached a stone bridge, I suggested we rest. For rural people,
this distance was nothing, but my mother seemed particularly tired, repeatedly saying, "Okay, okay."
We sat down by a grove of trees not far from the bridge, still unsure what to say.
I mustered my courage: "Mom, I love you."
My mother blushed, but still tried to remain composed. "Mom loves you too." "You..."
"Is this woman good or bad?"
She was startled and tried to pull away, but I held her tightly. "Open up quickly, it's not good if someone sees."
This rural woman was not like my mother, the only talented woman in our surrounding villages. She was a high school student during the Cultural Revolution. Seeing
my mother's strong resistance, I took the opportunity to get closer to her. "Mom, do you know, I'm so incapable of growing up,
it 's all because of you. My mind is filled with your image, I can't bear to be apart from you."
My mother's face turned red. I reached out and wrapped my arms around her, holding her soft waist. My mother closed
her eyes , and I boldly lowered my head to kiss her cheek, then her lips, reaching straight for my mother's
breasts, which I had long desired. Through my mother's thin clothing, for the first time since becoming an adult, I touched my mother's softness. My hands trembled as I excitedly increased the pressure of my kneading
her breasts . My mother let out soft moans, "Oh, oh," and suddenly
she wrapped her arms around me, passionately kissing me. Her tongue aggressively entered my mouth,
entwining with mine. We sucked each other's saliva, our breaths mingling. I couldn't control myself and started
unbuttoning her clothes.
I pulled down her pants and laid her down on the ground. She squinted at me, and I quickly stripped off my clothes.
My mother gently pushed me away, saying, "Don't rush, not here."
She got up and pulled me deeper into the woods. By a large tree, she turned around, and I was immediately stunned.
The buttons on her shirt were undone, and her braless breasts sprang out from under her large clothes—
a pair so large they made me speechless. Fazhixin's breasts trembled on her mother's chest, so round and white, with
two dark red nipples erect in the center of her coffee-colored areolas. I pounced on her, kneeling before her,
embracing her plump buttocks, pressing my face tightly against her hot, soft breasts, carefully inhaling their fragrance
. I opened my mouth and took the long-desired nipple into my mouth. I tried to open my mouth wide to take in more, but her breasts were so
large that my two hands couldn't fully cover one breast. I happily bit and licked her
breasts Her voice grew louder, her breathing heavier. I casually and carelessly
took off her top.
She had already unbuckled her belt, and I could no longer restrain myself; my lower body was almost bursting open. I simply
... Walking, I couldn't bear to leave my mother, so I decided to see her off.
Surprisingly, she didn't refuse, unlike her usual self. I put my clothes on her clothes in the car and climbed onto her naked body. The feeling of our skin rubbing against each other was incredibly pleasurable. "Hurry up and
calm your mother down. "
She spread her plump, white legs, revealing her mysterious cleft. I saw that the cleft was already
covered with a white liquid. Out of curiosity, I leaned down again, bringing my face close to my mother's secret area to probe the source of the liquid. I
could smell my mother's pungent scent, a very invigorating pungent smell. I finally saw the source of the flow—a
small opening already covered in white liquid. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and licked it. It was a little sour, but not
the taste I had imagined. I licked it back and forth with my tongue. My mother's legs tightened... He gripped my head tightly,
rubbing it back and forth. His hands stroked my head, and the sounds emanating from his loud voice were even more alluring. I
licked my mother's cleavage clean, and at her continued pleas, I placed my penis at her entrance. The
moment the head of my penis touched her opening, my mother thrust forward, letting out a long sigh, "Ah..."
The feeling was incredibly pleasurable. "Move, child, move,"
I finally managed to control myself, instantly transitioning into intense thrusting. My mother began to scream wildly,
seemingly oblivious to everything around her. Her breasts swayed rhythmically with my thrusts, and I grabbed
her breasts, kneading and squeezing them forcefully. We enjoyed ourselves wildly, and my mother held me tightly, breathing heavily.
She cried out and pressed me down, straddling me and shaking me. I can't describe my mother's frenzy at that moment;
compared to her usual ordinary self, she was a completely different person. I also can't describe her beauty; the intense shaking of her breasts gave
me a visual feast. My mother shook for less than a minute before she strained all her might, the veins on her neck
were visible, and she held her breath, her eyes rolled back, and suddenly let out a long sigh, as if all the pent-up
energy had exploded at once. The shaking became even more intense, and she shouted, "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me quickly."
I didn't know what was wrong with my mother, but under her forceful shaking and her constant demands,
I lost control and felt a surge of heat gushing out of my body, making my mother cry out.
This was probably a woman's orgasm (which my mother later confirmed). My mother was limp on top of me like a lump of mud
, breathing heavily, her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and I caressed my mother.
I felt a sudden warmth on my shoulder and saw my mother's tears streaming down her face. I quickly helped her sit
up . "Mom, what's wrong? I'm sorry."
I thought she was crying because of this. "Mom isn't sad, Mom is just so happy. You made Mom feel like she
's still a woman."
I was surprised. It turned out that my parents' relationship wasn't as perfect as it seemed. First
, they weren't educated enough to communicate, and I was the only one in the whole village who could talk to my mother. Second,
my father's long hours of labor must have taken a toll on his health, making him unable to perform sexually. My
mother hadn't had sex for over six months before our first time.
After all, she was only in her forties, and her needs were still very strong. All of this made it possible for me to have sex.
We did it a second time, a third time, until I couldn't ejaculate anymore. We
were exhausted. When we got home, it was almost midnight. My mother and I lied and said the car
broke down on the way and we walked back.
My mother, under the pretense of helping me tidy up the house, specially came to my room and embraced me, kissing and caressing
me with overwhelming joy.
The kiss lasted a long time. That night I slept soundly, finally regaining the restful sleep I hadn't
had In my dream, I replayed the passionate scene with my mother.
The next day was my return to the city for school. I didn't let my father see me off; instead, my mother and I went to the grove and
enjoyed . It was then that I declared that I would definitely have a bright future and that I would truly
marry my mother. As I got into the car, I saw my mother's happy tears welling up again. "
Come on, son, Mom can't take it anymore." "My mother climbed up from above and grabbed the huge penis. My mother was already...
But to be honest, her lower body was really sore. My mother and I established a new kind of relationship. In front of outsiders, we were
mother and son, but in secret we were husband and wife. I studied hard, and at the same time, whenever I had the chance, I would have sex with my mother almost wildly.
I didn't tell her. I went to the place where my mother and I had sex for the first time. I wanted to rest for a while. I saw my mother's eyes were open when we
made love."
(One month later, my mother suddenly came to visit me at school. I took her to the woods behind the school,
and she granted my request. However, she was in excruciating pain, so I simply moistened her with saliva and kissed
and caressed her. After a moment of pleasure, she told me she was pregnant. I was stunned. As a high school
sophomore, this sudden news shocked me. My mother asked me what to do. After much deliberation, I decided to have an
abortion. My mother cried, and I comforted her, promising her there would be another chance. I bought some medicine at the pharmacy,
and we went back to the woods. After taking the medicine, it took her more than two hours to pass stool. She was in immense
pain . You could say I aborted our child while holding my mother.
As soon as I heard her say that, I immediately seized the opportunity, reached out and grabbed her hand, "Mom, do my..."
I took two days off.) I stayed home with my mother. From then on, we were extremely careful. During my mother's
ovulation period, I would absolutely not ejaculate inside her, except in her mouth and anus.
This requires some explanation. It's true that I gave my first time to my mother, but she also had many firsts
with me, such as oral and anal sex. After my mother's miscarriage, I was in a very difficult and painful situation at home. Looking at my mother,
I felt like my pants were about to burst. Watching her alive and well in the house, I kept following her, watching her intently. My
mother was right beside me, yet I couldn't do anything. I had seen women sucking penises on TV and in books, so I asked
my mother to do it for me. She hesitated; in her mind, this was abnormal, something she had never done before. But
for me, she lowered herself, opened her mouth, and took my penis into her mouth. My mother adapted quickly; her tongue
licked my penis comfortably. It was incredibly pleasurable. Watching my large penis go in and out of my mother's mouth filled me
with a strong sense of satisfaction. After ten minutes of licking and sucking, I ejaculated into her mouth. She
took a large gulp, but couldn't stand the pungent smell and almost vomited. However, she still carefully licked my
penis clean, muttering to herself, "You'll get used to it."
I felt very gratified at that moment, and my love for my mother grew even stronger. Through this experience, I suggested anal sex with my mother
to complete the task of ejaculating inside her anus. Anal sex is rare; sometimes it's only done when my mother is menstruating. But
each time I always give her an enema first, otherwise, I'll repeat the embarrassing experience of the first time. Even today, when my mother and I talk about
that anal sex incident, we can't help but laugh. Especially thinking about my mother's embarrassing state afterward is incredibly funny.
My performance also began to improve slowly, and my mother noticed... Inside, joy filled my heart, the love between us...
My mother and I hurried home. I couldn't ask her about the reason for her pregnancy. It seemed that my mother
was more solid, and the bond between us had completely replaced the mother-son relationship. My mother also wholeheartedly played the role of a good wife,
especially regarding sex. As long as I made a request, she wouldn't refuse me even if she was aroused, although she didn't
like me having anal sex with her, she completely allowed it.
We lived happily like this for a year. In the blink of an eye, I took the college entrance examination and was admitted to a
university . My mother and I were both a little worried. We were reluctant to leave each other, but my studies were related to my future.
My mother still supported me to go to school. At this time, my father's health was not as good as before, and my mother basically took on
all the work at home. But because school required a lot of money, I saw how hard my mother was working, so I decided to give up. My mother resolutely...
Dissatisfied, with my mother's encouragement, I packed my bags and went to a new life in a big city. I
cherished the opportunity to study and was careful to save every penny. I knew that every penny I spent was my mother
's hard-earned money, and I often thought of her. But there was no telephone at home, so I could only keep in touch with
my mother . After I became familiar with the situation, I started working part-time. I worked a job, and with
the heavy workload, I was really tired. But whenever I went back to my bedroom and took out my mother's photo to look at it carefully, I would gain
a lot of strength. I also remembered my promise to my mother that I would do my best to give her a good life. Finally, I was able
to return to my hometown. Seeing that some of my former classmates already had children, I felt extremely uneasy.
I began... Consciously avoiding my mother, I reduced the number of times I went home. I used to go home once a week,
and in the past, money was sent home. I wondered what kind of reaction my mother would have when she received the money I sent back. My mother was also very worried
. We went to the grove on campus, and she gave me her first time. It was the first time I knew that someone who had their hymen broken
had traveled far from home. I thought about getting my mother to come over.
I worked even harder to earn money. I wrote to my mother. My mother came. She had lost weight because she was working so hard,
and her skin was dark, especially her hands. When she saw me, she also said that I had lost weight. We looked at each other
and came to the house. I rented a room outside the school. After entering the room, I relieved my longing. I pulled off my mother's
clothes . My mother's body was still snow-white. She was working in the fields, unlike other women who exposed their arms and necks. Yes,
she knew I liked women with fair skin, so even though my body was soaked with sweat, I was still covered by clothes, so my body still looked
fair. I thirstily grabbed her small breasts and licked her still firm nipples. My mother's three eyes
were filled with my semen. Afterwards, my mother told me that she would cry whenever she thought of me. I comforted her. My father's condition
was not very good. He coughed all day long. I originally wanted to keep my mother longer, but she really couldn't stay at home.
In the short three days, I only spent half a day taking my mother on a simple trip. The rest of the time we spent in the small room
. I also had a hard time inserting my penis completely. When I came out, there was still feces on the glans. I also
spent the same time in bed. I even relieved myself in the room.
I can't remember exactly how many times I ejaculated in my mother's vagina. I put my mother on a stool. When I stood there, ignoring
the strange looks from those around me, I hugged my mother and kissed her for a long time. Although she was shy, her feelings were sweet; I could see
the excitement in her heart.
Unlike the other boys, who came from wealthy families and spent their time at school chasing girls and playing around, I was considered an oddity among
modern people . I had no friends and rarely interacted with others. There was only one person I got along with well; her name
was Chen Jing, my classmate. She came from a wealthy family and was pretty, though her skin was a bit dark.
Many wanted to pursue her, but she ignored them all. She often came to my bedroom to ask me to go for walks and chat. People said she liked
me, but I really didn't feel anything for her; I just considered her a close friend. However, I also noticed that
when I went out to earn money, she would come to my bedroom to wash my clothes. Every time I came back and saw the washed clothes, she would... Everyone in the bedroom made envious
, sarcastic remarks, but I ignored them. One evening, she came to me and said it was her birthday and she wanted
me to spend it with her. Of course, I couldn't refuse. She took me to a rather high-class entertainment venue.
We sat together chatting and eating. Under the candlelight, I finally got a good look at this
woman I could call my confidante. I gasped; she really was beautiful. How come I had never
noticed ? I blurted out, "You're so beautiful."
However, I didn't share a bed with my mother. Watching my child suckle at my mother's large, white breasts every day, I also felt a little...
She blushed and smiled, a smile so sweet. I couldn't help but think of my mother's appearance back then. We played
until very late. When I returned, the bedroom was already closed. She apologized to me, saying she had caused... I couldn't rest. I said it was my
fault , so we strolled through the moonlit campus. Suddenly, she reached out and took my hand. "Do you love me?"
We stopped. Her eyes were filled with sincere, loving affection as she looked at me. I was speechless for a moment. She let go of
my hand and took a deep breath: "Ah, never mind, I know." I was genuinely stunned by her actions
. Although my mother is the closest person to me, I was too embarrassed to confide in her about this, so I kept it to myself.
Now, I calmed down and grabbed her hand: "I love you." She threw herself into my arms, and we kissed
. It had been so long since we'd done that.
She lay in my arms and told me to love her forever, that I couldn't let her down. I promised. We started
appearing on campus as a couple. She supported me financially, and we rented a place off-campus. We started living together.
One day, I received a letter from my mother saying that something had happened at home and I needed to come home immediately. Jing also wanted to come back with me. I was at a loss
for words. I felt my mother and I breathing and our hearts racing. My mother had stayed at my school for two days. I
was worried. What would my mother think when she saw me? But I had no choice. We went home together. When I got off the bus, my mother was already
waiting for me by the roadside. I was extremely surprised to see her. Her belly was already very prominent. My mother was already a pregnant
woman. She immediately climbed into my arms. "You're five months pregnant!"
My mother was very happy to see me, but Jing suddenly grabbed my arm from behind. My mother's
expression immediately fell. After a brief introduction, I learned that my father was seriously ill and could not go out. My mother
knew that I was coming back today and specially walked ten miles to pick me up.
My mother lay contentedly in my arms.
It was quite a novelty for her to be pregnant at her age; her thoughts and ideas were etched on her smiling face. She remained silent the entire way home,
her eyes fixed on the depths of the woods,
tears welling up in her eyes. She quickly wiped them away. Back home, I checked on my father's condition. He forced himself to sit up despite the pain. I hadn't expected him to suddenly frown upon seeing Jing. Thankfully, Jing was kind-hearted; she
always stayed close to me, following me wherever I went. I tried to find an opportunity to ask my mother about the situation but failed.
It wasn't until evening, when Jing complained of being tired, that I settled her in before leaving the main room. My mother was already standing in the yard. I
quickly pulled her into the woodshed; she was sobbing uncontrollably. I wiped her tears and asked, "Mom ,
what's wrong with your belly?"
She answered, and I understood. It had been so long since my mother had been separated from me. "Is it mine?"
"What do you mean by that?"
My mother cried even harder. I quickly hugged her and comforted her. "Mom, I know it's mine."
"Then why did you ask?" Then she added, "What happened to her (Jing)?"
I was speechless. Seeing my embarrassment, my mother said, "That's not what I meant. You'll eventually have to settle down and start your own family.
I understand."
My mother finished speaking through tears. I hugged her and kissed her. My mother finally calmed down, and we kissed
passionately. I took off my mother's clothes again. This time, I saw that my mother's breasts were bigger than before, and they were
swollen and full. I said, "Mom, your breasts are much bigger than before." My
mother laughed through her tears, "If they weren't bigger, what would your child eat after birth?"
I carefully made love to my mother. Actually, I was also very tired, but it had been too long since I had been with my mother,
and comforting her was also my duty.
After picking her up, I left some money for my mother and asked the neighbor lady to help take care of her. Jing and I went home, but I always...
The next day, my father wanted to talk to me alone, while my mother and Jing went out to visit the neighbors. I
sat beside my father, "Son, I'm useless. I have no future, and I haven't been able to bring a good life to your mother and you. I
can't hold on any longer." (Oh God, I know how much you and your mother love each other.)
I had a problem with my thinking, and a big one at that. I started to blame myself, feeling sorry for my mother's selfless care.
Hearing this, I was shocked. I hurriedly knelt down and begged my father for forgiveness. My father said, "Get up quickly. I
'm not blaming you. I understand. Your mother has had a hard time too. I want to thank you. My biggest worry now is your mother. She
's pregnant now, and you're still in school. If I'm gone, how will she manage? Do you have any plans?" Your
father left forever that afternoon.
After I finished tidying up at home, I wanted to take my mother away from here. Jing was very supportive, but my mother was unwilling. I knew
she didn't want to see me. Being with other women, I had no choice but to go back first, and return when my mother was about to give birth.
I counted down the days, and as my mother's due date approached, I went back early to pick her up and bring her to
the place where Jing and I were staying. I told Jing not to stay there for the time being, and she was very obedient. I focused on taking care of my mother, and Jing often made time to
visit her. Finally, the day of my first child's birth arrived. I was always worried about what kind of
child it would be, after all, we were such close relatives. I waited outside the delivery room for the birth of the little life. After hearing my mother's
groan of pain, I finally heard the baby's cry. Thank God, everything was normal. Jing and I went into the delivery room
to see my mother. She was covered in sweat and looked very weak. When the baby was brought to us,
seeing my mother's happy face, my heart was in turmoil. She
stayed in the hospital for 14 days. I took my mother home. Jing paid all the hospital fees. I said I would pay her back, but Jing said:
"You're still being modest with me? Isn't your mother my mother too?"
Jing wanted to hire a nanny for her mother, but I didn't agree. I said I could make do. Although I'm with my mother every day,
I tasted breast milk for the first time. My mother's breasts had so much milk; if you squeezed it, it would spring out more than a meter.
For the past month, my mother has been giving me oral sex. It's been over a month.
I've hardly spent any time with Jing, and she's complaining a bit, but I can't let go of my mother. "
Mom hasn't fulfilled her obligations, now Mom gives you..."
When I turned around, my mother was already completely naked. I couldn't hold back any longer and carried her to bed.
We were both too wild, forgetting everything around us. The sound of my mother moaning with pleasure as she rode on top of me... At the most crucial
moment, the door suddenly opened, and Jing appeared before us. My mother panicked and tried to bend down, but it was too late
. Jing stood there blankly, watching my mother and me, then cried and ran away.
I put on my clothes and chased after her. I told her my story with my mother, but she refused to listen, saying she would never
forgive me. Just like that, I ended my most sincere relationship besides with my mother.
I didn't stay in that city either. I took my mother and child and left for another unfamiliar
city. I kept my promise to my mother, took wedding photos at a photo studio, and registered our marriage at the civil affairs department
. But I always felt indebted to Jing.
[The End]

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