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Wuxi County in eastern Sichuan is a beautiful, ancient mountain town. What's unforgettable isn't just its
tranquil mountain scenery, but also the profound memories etched in my mind. ...

One summer night five years ago, I heard intermittent arguing coming from my parents' room. Although I
couldn't make out the details of their conversation, I could guess what they were saying.

This wasn't the first time. Ever since my father accidentally caught my mother meeting her ex-lover, she hadn't
had a single good day. Actually, it wasn't entirely my mother's fault. My father had been incredibly cold towards her all these years
, spending all his time at work, sometimes not even coming home.

And my mother? Although our family was relatively well-off, she lived like a widow.
Besides washing clothes and cooking, all she had to do was chat with me and keep her company. But as I grew older and
developed my own social circle, I neglected the fact that there was a lonely mother at home who needed comfort. One
day, my mother's ex-lover somehow got hold of the home phone number and contacted her, inviting
her to meet up for a chat. It wasn't a big deal, especially since my mother was looking for company, so she

readily

agreed. However, as fate would have it, my father accidentally stumbled upon them chatting in a coffee shop.
Ignoring my mother's explanations, he insisted she was having an affair and frequently used this as an excuse to verbally
abuse her. Unable to defend herself, my mother could only weep silently, swallowing her grievances.

After a while, the argument in the room stopped, but then I heard hurried footsteps coming downstairs. Peeking out,
I saw my mother covering her tear-streaked face with her hands, running towards the door…

I rushed after her, grabbing her arm just as she was about to dash out of the gate.

"Mom, where are you going so late?"

"Waaah...don't hold me back...let me die instead..."

"Mom...why are you doing this..."

"Your father doesn't care about me anymore, why should I stubbornly stay in this house?"

"Dad is sorry, he doesn't want you, but Mom, I can't live without you."

Hearing this, my mother couldn't hide her grief any longer and hugged me, sobbing loudly.

I kept comforting my mother until her sobs turned to gentle whimpers, but my shirt was already
soaked with her tears.

"Let's go inside. It's so unsightly to be crying like this in the street."

"No, I'd rather die than go inside."

My mother stubbornly refused to go inside. Having exhausted all other options, I wanted to find a way to calm her down first
.

"Since you don't want to go inside, why don't we go for a walk and get some fresh air?"

My mother nodded in agreement without hesitation, but looking at her watch, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. Where should we go
? Never mind, I started my motorcycle and headed north with my mother on the back. I asked her if there was anywhere she particularly wanted to go
, and she said she wanted to go up the mountain to get some fresh air. So, we rode all the way from Wanzhou City in eastern Sichuan to Fengjie City, arriving at
the mountain after 9 PM.

"Let's go to Wuxi County! There's somewhere to stay overnight there,"

my mother suddenly changed her mind halfway through the journey. It's only a 50-minute drive from Fengjie City in eastern Sichuan to Wuxi County
...

and we soon arrived at this beautiful mountain town—Wuxi County.

Since it wasn't a public holiday, there were very few tourists on the mountain, making it particularly quiet. But once we got there
, I realized that in my haste to leave, I only had a little over 20 yuan on me. Fortunately, there were many guesthouses on the mountain, so spending
the night shouldn't be a problem.

We found the cheapest room, a small suite for only twenty yuan, but you get what you pay for.
Although the suite had a bathroom, the room was so small it could only fit a double bed. The plywood
partition walls made it so clear you could hear everyone snoring next door, offering absolutely no privacy.

While I was hesitating, my mother happily told me that it would be much more comfortable and enjoyable to move
here . Seeing my mother's cheerful demeanor, all the problems seemed to disappear.

After booking the room, my mother wanted me to accompany her for a walk in the street. The night was chilly on the mountain, and we
were both only wearing short sleeves. My mother snuggled against me the whole time, pressed close to my chest for
warmth. Our intimate gesture led passersby to mistake us for a couple. Although the light was dim,
I could still see the joy on my mother's face; her slightly flushed cheeks made her look like a
young woman in her early twenties.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?"

My mother's voice startled me from my reverie, and I realized I had been staring at her blankly.

"N-nothing... I just think, Mom looks so beautiful tonight..."

"Don't tease me. I'm a forty-year-old woman."

"I'm not making this up! Look, when we were walking down the street, people mistook us for a couple. It shows that
Mom is still as young and beautiful as ever."

"If you were born twenty years earlier, would you like a woman like me?" "

Mom is gentle and beautiful. What man wouldn't like that? Not just twenty years ago, but even twenty years from now, I would
still fall in love with a woman like Mom." 　　My mother was deeply moved, tears welling up in her eyes. She deliberately turned her head away, but I still saw through her. 　　"I know what Mom is thinking. Dad misunderstood you; he ruined his own happiness. But I won't. I will hold on tight to Mom and won't let you escape so easily." 　　I didn't realize the double meaning in my words, but to my mother, they evoked a complex mix of emotions . 　　What I said was entirely from the bottom of my heart; I meant nothing else. 　　"Let's go back to the hostel, I want to take a shower..." 　　I left empty-handed, without even a little money, let alone clothes. My mother said she wanted to shower, but where would I find clothes to change into? 　　It was already past ten o'clock when we got back to the hostel. My mother told me to shower first, and even made me take off my underwear so she could wash it we were going to bed soon, so just wearing shorts was enough. 　　Twenty minutes later, I finished showering. When I came out of the bathroom, I was very thirsty. My mother had already prepared a glass of iced water for me…

After gulping down the water, I followed my mother's instructions and left my underwear in the bathroom, wearing only
a pair of loose capri pants.

But then I realized that while I could sleep shirtless, my mother couldn't. She was wearing
a light dress, and I wondered how my clean-loving mother would cope with having no clothes to change into.

Forty minutes later, my mother emerged from the bathroom, resolving my doubts.

A bath towel was wrapped around her body, borrowed from the landlady, but it wasn't long enough
to barely cover her private parts. She clutched the seam of the towel tightly
, knowing that if she loosened her grip, her private parts would be exposed.

"Turn around, don't keep staring at me,"

she said with a smile, noticing my gaze hadn't left her since she left the bathroom.
This only fueled my playful, affectionate side.

"Mom has such a great figure, how about I take a photoshoot for her sometime?" ...

"What's wrong with you today? You're being so sweet."

"I've always thought of Mom as just Mom, but I've overlooked the fact that she's also a beautiful woman. I
was just telling the truth, are you angry?"

My mother smiled without answering, saying I was being inappropriate, but seeing her beaming face, I was truly happy
. To be fair, while my mother is pretty, she wouldn't call herself stunningly beautiful. Plus, being over forty
, the wrinkles around her eyes, her slightly protruding belly, and her slightly fuller figure all revealed signs of middle
age . But all of this couldn't hide the innate feminine charm she possessed.

My Scorpio mother has always been passionate and decisive in love, serious and persistent in her relationships. Despite her unassuming
appearance, she often attracted the attention of many men, including me, her son. My mother was drying her hair with her back to me, but I could still clearly see her reflection

in the large mirror on her dressing table .
My mother sat upright in the chair, the already short bath towel pulled up another ten
centimeters. Although she kept her legs tightly closed, a few curly black hairs could still be faintly seen between her legs. As for her
breasts, which could be described as voluptuous, they were the part of her body she was most satisfied with. Although her large breasts were disproportionate to her
slightly short stature, they were the focus of every man's gaze. Now, wrapped
in the bath towel, a deep cleavage was squeezed out, and with her body constantly swaying, it seemed as if
the towel might slip out at any moment.

The alluring sight before me aroused my male urges. Without underwear, my rapidly swelling
penis pushed my shorts up high. At that moment, my mother, reflecting in the mirror, noticed
my unusual state. After a slight pause, she pretended to be nonchalant and continued combing her hair. I, on the other hand,
after being caught in my embarrassing state by my mother, quickly burrowed under the covers to hide.

Ten minutes later, my mother also got into bed. Since I was old enough to understand, I've always slept alone, rarely having the chance to share a bed with
my mother . Although I knew the person next to me was my mother, I never expected my body to
tremble with excitement!

My mother turned off the light, and suddenly the room was pitch black. She pulled the curtains open a crack, and the bright
moonlight reflected off her…

wait…am I seeing things?…Oh my god!

In the moonlight, my mother was naked. I turned my head and saw she was still at the dressing table.

My mother went to the bedside, lifted the covers, and quickly lay down beside me.

My heart was pounding, my blood was surging! My naked mother was pressed tightly against me. I
turned to my side, my back to my mother, because I couldn't face all of this. But as I turned, my mother's body
turned to the side as well, facing my back, and then pressed her two warm, soft breasts tightly against my
bare back, with one hand and one leg resting on my waist and legs respectively.

How could I possibly sleep in this situation? My heart was pounding faster and faster; how could my mother, pressed against my back,
not notice? But she remained silent.

Ten minutes…twenty minutes…half an hour passed, and my mother's body remained motionless, but I…
was sweating profusely, my excitement undiminished.

"Mom…are you asleep…Mom…"

My mother didn't respond; she must be asleep. I could no longer contain myself and pulled out my penis to masturbate, but
afraid of waking her, I could only stroke it slowly…

"Hmm…hmm…hmm…"

My mother's right hand, which had been resting on my waist, slowly slid down to my genitals. When I snapped out of my masturbation
, my mother's hand was already on my hand, which was tightly gripping my penis.

"Mom…you…"

"Don't turn around! Just lie there…let Mom do it."

Everything proceeded in silence.

My mother's warm hands replaced my cold ones, continuing to stroke my penis. The rhythmic, just-
right pressure of her rubbing sent shivers down my spine. While she was masturbating me, I noticed her left hand
moving between her thighs. She was masturbating too!

"Mmm... Mom... I can't take it anymore... I'm about to cum..."

My mother increased the speed of her rubbing to match my impending ejaculation. Soon, a thick
stream of semen gushed from between her tightly clenched fingers, soaking the sheets and her hands.

After I ejaculated, my mother abruptly stopped masturbating herself. She
whispered , "Go to sleep! Don't think about anything else."

Whether I was satisfied or just exhausted, I quickly fell asleep, and in my dream, I was
making love with my mother again...

Sunlight streamed in through the window. The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to determine whether what happened last night was
a dream or reality. But my mother was no longer beside me; she had obviously already gotten up. Lifting the blanket, I saw
the marks of our passion still clearly imprinted on the sheet. It was all real. So… my mother masturbated for me…

…because…

Suddenly, I remembered that last night before I left the bathroom, my mother had prepared a glass of water for me to drink. Could it be…
that she put something in that water…? I dared not think any further…

"Get up! Get ready, it's time to go home."

Mother smiled, a smile so radiant, whether it was genuine or not, it didn't matter anymore.

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