The Secret Whispers of Motherhood: Tender Heartstrings of a Mother

A Mother's Heartstrings
Tenderly Touched As the restaurant owner approached the gate, watching the handsome young man's retreating figure, he sighed softly, "Another
one troubled by love! Alas."
I'm 18 this year. For the past 18 years, my mother has focused entirely on me, neglecting her own personal life
. She always used caring for me, her only son, as an excuse. Living with my mother, I still don't
know who my father is; I was raised by her alone. My mother's name is Ren Piaoting. Although she's 34,
she remains stunningly beautiful. Her face is exquisitely beautiful, her demeanor noble and elegant. Every gesture exudes a natural
charm , far beyond what others can imitate.
Her eyes hold a captivating allure, inspiring tenderness. Her lips are always
peach- like and moist. Her face, capable of both joy and anger, radiates the mature beauty of a woman.
Her slender, swan-like neck, perfectly proportioned, possessed an allure that could shame the moon and flowers.
A small, flawless beauty mark on her chin completed the perfect balance.
My mother lived a life of considerable poverty. When she was sixteen, my father tragically
died in a car accident. It was only during her hospitalization that she discovered she was pregnant with his child, enraging my father-in-law's family. They decided to separate the family
and move to a tenement building in Cheung Chau. It was a 150-square-foot, one-bedroom apartment. She was originally a wealthy young lady,
but her stubborn personality was consumed by her family's rebellious spirit. This high-achieving secondary school student gradually developed
a dislike for the love between mother and child that others might feel. She had to rely solely on the allowance secretly given to her by my aunt to care for me
. She sacrificed countless personal joys for me.
At that time, I was young; it was hardship, or beauty—how could I affirm it? But because of her sacrifices, I
loved her more than anyone else in the world, even more than myself. Every day, my mother studied with me. Or she might knit sweaters and tutor me
to make ends meet. Thanks to my mother's daily bedtime musings about my father-in-law's extensive knowledge of feng shui, coupled with
the copyright fees from my collection of Tong Yao stories adapted into a tomb-raiding series, I amassed a fortune. At the age of 13,
I ranked first among novelists in terms of tax payment of over HK$1.6 million in my mother's name, a figure that made
the publisher a fortune. It also allowed my mother to buy a house with peace of mind. We lived off the remaining copyright fees through bank interest.
However, that year my grades slipped, and an argument with my mother ended badly.
Afterwards, my mother, in tears, slammed her hand on the table and uttered a harsh statement:
"I won't write for you anymore until you're an adult! Laughable heavens! If you let someone else write, I'll go on a hunger strike!" My mother
threatened me with tears and even her life, simply because she believed I couldn't possibly give up such enormous profits.
Sometimes I think, if my mother had let me continue writing, even if I couldn't break Hong Kong's
record of HK$100 million in tax payment, becoming the second highest in history wouldn't have been a problem.
Unfortunately, I fell in love with... my mother, Ren Piaoting!
"Okay! I'll be good. Don't cry, Mom!" Actually, what I feared most was my mother's health. This
was the key to her strict control over me!
I wasn't short of money... For me at that time,
the money my mother earned from copying the "Deciphering Series" for me had already lifted me out of poverty. I didn't need money; I just wanted
to live a lifestyle that my mother would like! My junior high school years were over.
After graduating from Form 5 at 16, I took six subjects as a self-study student, becoming the youngest candidate in the school's history. I passed
the exams with the principal's support. My grades were 5As and 1B. My mother was overjoyed. (Although my mother
later strongly opposed my decision not to go to university!) My classmate sold a Western restaurant to my mother, and since
it was across from our new home, I started cooking three meals a day for her myself. I also remember buying her
skincare ! Most importantly, I would apply them to her face every night before bed!
I remember the first time the makeup artist chose a light purple eyeshadow and applied it to my mother's eyelids, then intensified the effect with purple eyeshadow on the outer corner of her lower
eyelid . Remember to apply eyeshadow to the outer corner of your lower eyelid, right at the lash line, and then gently blend it outwards.
A seductive pale purple lip color could make any man's heart flutter.
Her classic beauty, combined with her inherent wildness, evoked an immediate urge to sleep with her.
No wonder she later wore dark glasses to cover her face. It blended almost perfectly with her exquisite features. It's no exaggeration
to say that my mother was a beauty rarely seen in a lifetime. Such a
woman , was naturally a fatal attraction for men.
My mother doted on me during my childhood, always making sure I was well-fed and constantly caring for me. She even
bathed me when I was little, and as I grew older, she still bathed me. It turned out that when I was born, she was
diagnosed with postpartum depression, and she struggled with the medication for this illness. Treating my mother couldn't rely solely on medication;
it also required emotional support. My mother couldn't bear this sudden blow and was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Fortunately, my aunt's
meticulous care prevented a major incident.
I was originally supposed to be raised by my aunt, but after my mother was discharged from the hospital, she had trouble sleeping. My aunt asked my mother to
take care of me herself, letting me sleep with her every day. With me by her side every day, her heart, which had been wounded, gradually
calmed down. At that time, our family was extremely poor. It was in these difficult circumstances that I experienced the happiness of childhood
and boundless maternal love. As a mischievous child, I often snuggled in my mother's arms, and our home gradually became filled with laughter.
The bond between mother and child was indeed incredibly close. I slept in the same bed with my mother since I was little because our house
was too small to fit two beds. I am familiar with my mother's faint body fragrance, as well as her sleeping posture and
habits. Even now, with a two-bedroom apartment, I still hold my mother in my arms every night; otherwise, I cannot fall asleep peacefully.
The scales of love suddenly tipped dramatically. My mother poured all her love into me, and from then on,
I held the dual roles of son and husband in her heart. I was both her beloved son and her dear
husband, which explained her contradictory and ambiguous attitude towards me—both a kind and gentle mother and a
passionate and tender wife.
This is what's called transference of affection; intense love merged into one, all concentrated on me, which is why she acted this way.
This is actually a manifestation of my mother's purity and chastity, only her expression is different from that of most women.
Every day at home was so sweet. I looked at the bills, never leaving my mother's side. Mother and son
did everything . We loved our time together most, snuggling close, reminiscing about how often my mother was by my side.
She used to oversee everything I did and always fulfilled my every request. Now, my mother has become my closest girlfriend
, a relationship I feel both confused and content with. We watch TV together, occasionally go out for meals or stroll on the beach. I often help my mother with housework or tidying up, and we've even shared a kiss in the rain. Yet, facing my mature and sexy mother every day, I cherish our current close friendship. 　　As time slowly passes, my gentle yet stubborn mother often gazes at my handsome face for too long , lost in thought, intensely feeling the joy that her beloved son's growth brings her. These warm moments sink into her heart and are etched in her mind. Perhaps this is the fundamental reason why I love her so much. My height makes me look like a little adult, a head taller than my peers, making my mother wonder if her son has to be different from everyone else. 　　I've always been healthy and well-cared for by my mother, never having had a stroke of illness. For my mother, the happy years after gradually replaced and swept away all the shadows in her life. After she slept in my arms, she never suffered from insomnia again, although her dreams were filled with experiences of making love with her son, which always made her blush. It's often said that a mother and child are connected at heart, but for my mother, it's more like a single-minded devotion. She has given so much; her heart beats only for her son. 　　She doesn't even see herself. 　　Every day at work, I observe women carefully, but I've found that among all the women I've seen, none can surpass my mother in beauty and charm. Especially the alluring scent she exudes! 　　I've had a habit since I was little: I kiss my mother's cheek every day before leaving home. I still do it every day, and everyone takes it for granted. As my mother drifted off to sleep, I would gently kiss her forehead, and she would return the kiss. From that moment on, whether before bed, in the morning, or when she saw me off to work, my mother and I developed a habit of kissing. The kisses gradually evolved from light forehead kisses to deep, mouth-to-mouth kisses, and after I started working at 16, they became the kind of kisses only lovers share! 　　When I came home from work, my mother would lean in and kiss me as a greeting, sometimes even slipping her tongue into my mouth. I loved this kind of kiss, and whenever I had the chance, I would hold my mother and give her a long kiss. After we moved to a new apartment, I wouldn't allow my mother to worry about life. I wanted her to enjoy the responsibility of caring for her! Every weekend, my mother and I would take a ferry to Hong Kong to shop and explore ! I only then realized that my mother had always only gone out with me! 　　From then on, my relationship with my mother grew stronger, almost like that of a married couple. Every night before leaving for bed, I would hold my mother tightly in a passionate, tongue-to-lip kiss! And the duration of our kisses grew longer and longer. My mother would often take a few steps closer to me, and I would reach out and embrace her. Then, she would hook her soft arms around my neck, lift her head, and as I lowered my head , she would close her eyes… Kissing her like this felt incredibly warm and sweet, though her beautiful lips were tightly closed. 　　I felt that this was my mother's kiss, and I wished it could last a little longer. Her warm, soft body pressed against mine , and my penis, already erect, was pressing against her lower abdomen—she must have noticed! 　　Her full breasts were also pressed tightly against my chest. 　　This time, it continued like this, as if my mother was trying to prove her sincerity, as if waiting for me to initiate the kiss. But I didn't want to do that. I felt my heart pounding wildly; excitement and pleasure made me dizzy. Finally, I felt her almost unwillingly, as she slowly pulled away from my embrace, she was slightly out of breath, and so was I. 　　I pulled her into my arms again. She calmed down, weak and powerless, and pressed her soft, beautiful body against mine once more, hooking her arms around my neck. She gave me another sweet kiss. This time, the kiss on my lips incredibly passionate, and it didn't seem like she was doing it on purpose. A little aroused, her face flushed, yet she still smiled. 　　After the dreamlike kiss, a pair of soft, delicate hands gently caressed my cheeks. My mother cupped my face and softly said, "Heavens, do you really think I'm beautiful?" 　　I smiled and pulled my mother into my arms, saying, "Yes, Piaoting is the most perfect woman in the world." Unable to resist the pull of my emotions, I suddenly lowered my head and kissed my mother's rosy lips recklessly. 　　My mother didn't move, only passively leaning against my chest, her body stiffening slightly. I continued kissing her, my joy and anticipation growing stronger. Then, my mother suddenly responded with the same passion, her delicate lips pressing heavily against mine. At that moment, I almost burst into tears. I had finally cracked open a gap in my mother's defenses . 　　Seizing the opportunity, I passionately kissed the beautiful woman in my arms, starting from her face, her bright eyes, her delicate nose, and then returning to her warm red lips. I explored with my tongue, prying open her tightly closed teeth, teasing her delicate tongue, and we kissed passionately for a while. Only when we were breathless did we reluctantly separate, gazing at each other pantingly for a moment. 　　That morning, after my 17th birthday, when we had just kissed goodbye, looking at my mother's sensual red lips, I couldn't resist pressing my own lips to hers. My mother's lips relaxed after I repeatedly tried to pry them open with my tongue. I then slipped my tongue into her mouth, and she almost gave up resisting. Our lips were locked together for a long, long , our tongues locked, sucking each other's saliva. My hands were around her shoulders, holding her close, my tongue exploring her mouth, my hands gently stroking her long, glossy black hair. The desire within her was building ; her eagerness for a kiss and the intense heat of her skin were indicative of it. 　　After a long while, almost breathless, we reluctantly separated. Our eyes met, filled with deep love and passion. 　　I whispered in her ear, "Mom, you've suffered so much for me, it's time for you to enjoy life . I want you to be happy and live a good life. I swear, I will make you a happy woman in my lifetime, to make up for all the mistakes I've made of you, and for the emptiness and pain you've endured all these years." 　　My mother turned her head, her voice beautiful and poignant, a strand of her hair brushing against my face. She looked at me with smiling eyes and said, "You, you're not allowed to kiss me for so long anymore. Actually, a kiss when you come back is just as good. I'll just stay home and ask you for money!" I then gave my mother another deep kiss. My mother was even more enthusiastic than I was about the emotional exchange through our intertwined tongues, enjoying the warmth and sweetness within. That day, everything around us seemed to disappear.

At this moment, I was enjoying the sweet, smooth saliva from my mother's fragrant mouth, and
the soft, pink tongue inside, feeling its unparalleled smoothness, softness, sweetness
, and warmth. Only when our lips were quite tired did I reluctantly leave my mother's beautiful lips.
My mother exclaimed, "Heavens! You'll kiss me to death sooner or later, just like my husband..." Hearing
my mother say that about my husband, I felt like I was floating on air, my excitement overflowing.
My mother's head rested on my shoulder, and she softly said, "It feels so good to be kissed by you!" After saying this,
her pretty face flushed, and her jade-like arms tightened their embrace around my waist. Her nose was sharply defined, straight and delicate, and her almond-
shaped eyes and willow-leaf eyebrows were incredibly captivating! However, from the upturned corners of her eyes, one could tell that her personality was definitely strong-willed.
There is no such thing as unfulfilled talent in this world; it only depends on whether you have given it your all. Love isn't just talk; it
must be expressed and felt through actions. Therefore, for my mother's love, for loving my mother, I must change, I
absolutely must change! To pursue true love, I transcend worldly norms and common sense.
In this world, there is a mother who selflessly gave her entire youth to her beloved son.
She never cared what her tomorrow would hold. But her son cared, because I know that if
this is a gamble, then my mother is gambling her youth on her son's future! From childhood, I've considered my mother
my future wife, but now my fate is in my own hands!
Therefore, I secretly resolved that this gamble cannot be lost! For this reason, I will participate in this gamble, I will
continue this gamble with my mother, I will also gamble my youth on my mother's future! —
But will heaven let us win? Reaching one's ideal is not easy, even with confidence. My fighting spirit is suppressed! Who decides my
fate, my destiny, the universe within my heart? Can I only wave goodbye to my ideal with my own hands? With courage, I vow to fight against heaven! …Despite
the wounds, I will not back down; marrying my mother is the world I dream of!
It's been over half a year since I secretly started trading stocks. At first, I didn't dare use real money, only
practicing with a simulation. Perhaps I'm a natural stock trading genius, or perhaps it's due to my mother's strict upbringing over the past ten years.
When I saw the results of my simulated stock trading at the end of the month-long trial period, I couldn't believe
my eyes.
So, I resolutely used my mother's name and my income certificate to borrow six months' salary from the bank as capital to embark on this adventure
to realize my dream. A few days ago, I opened a new account with my newly obtained adult ID card, but I
was exposed by a confirmation call from the bank.
My mother clearly disapproved of my stock trading, saying, "Heavens, do you know how risky stock trading is?
And our family isn't wealthy; we simply can't afford it!"
I didn't argue, but when I showed her the bankbook opened in her name, she
was stunned when she saw the 5.7 million yuan. Perhaps stock trading really has changed my personality, and she
acquiesced. But she made me promise that stock trading absolutely wouldn't affect my health, and that I should study more finance
books—in stock trading, there's only temporary luck, not permanent luck.
I promised her everything. Kissing my mother and smiling, I told her about my childhood dreams. Actually, my mother knew my
thoughts, and seeing me grow up, mature, and sensible made her very happy.
Perhaps others would say that stock trading changed me, but I know that what truly changed me wasn't stock trading, but
my mother . The more I interacted with her, the more I understood the greatness of her love; she had given so much.
If I continued to close myself off, how could I repay her love?
Perhaps it's because of the bond between mother and child! Even now, I'm still quite clingy to my mother. Every night
after showering, I like to run half-naked to hug her and sleep in our new big bed together. My mother thinks it's because I don't have a father that I
'm so attached to her, so she doesn't mind and agrees. I've already fallen in love with my mother.
I've started wanting her to sleep on my chest and lick me!
After making a wish on my birthday, my mother gave me a deep kiss, her happiness and joy evident on her face.
I first pulled her onto my lap, and she nestled contentedly in my arms. Looking at her curvaceous
body , her face flushed with a delicate blush, I felt she was even more radiant and captivating tonight.
Her breasts trembled slightly with her soft breaths, her eyes narrowed into slits, as if whispering her tender feelings. Her sensual, bright red lips were
slightly , awaiting my embrace.
Our lips were locked together for a long, deep kiss, our saliva mingling intimately. My hands were
around her shoulders, my tongue exploring her mouth, my hands gently stroking her
long, glossy black hair. My mother's desire had been building, evident in her eagerness for a kiss and the intense
heat . I continued kissing her, one hand caressing her breasts.
A moment later, she suddenly pulled my hand away from our lips.
"Huff...huff...no...heavens..." Mom gasped. She put on her veil and looked at me...
"Piaoting! I love you. I love you, please marry me! Okay?"
I clearly remember Mom's expression at that moment. She was initially stunned, then thought she had misheard,
and after being confirmed by my voice, she had an expression of disbelief. She quickly broke free from my embrace and
sternly questioned, "Heavens, how could you have such thoughts? Are you out of your mind? I'm your mother!"
I ignored Mom's stern expression and calmly told her everything I had thought about since I was 14
, including my nightly masturbation with her underwear while showering, except for
the images of Mom's naked body and my dreams of making love with her.
As I spoke, a shy blush appeared on Mom's face. When I finished, Mom didn't dwell on my
distress ; instead, she removed her veil, revealing her fairy-like face!
She was furious that I had harbored such thoughts for so long.
My mother angrily said, "Heavens above! I don't care what you thought before, from now on, you're not allowed to have
such . If you do, I won't talk to you anymore..." Then she went back to her room.
I wasn't discouraged. Because from that time on, I forced my mother to hold me while I slept! Deep down, I knew that this kind of love,
unacceptable was difficult for my mother, a woman with deeply ingrained feudalistic ideas, to accept immediately. Even when...
When I first had this thought, didn't I also feel guilty for a while? I knew I needed to give
my mother time to think and face this matter, and I also needed to find a way to get her to accept me as her
husband.
Therefore, during this period, I didn't mention this matter to my mother. But
I changed my approach from treating her as a son to caring for and loving her as her husband, making her
feel that I was not only her son, but also her man and her new life partner. Besides helping my classmate with his
snack shop, I spent a lot of time writing poems to touch my mother's heart, using my actions to alleviate her loneliness,
loving her deeply, and going with her to the marriage stone to pray. My mother smiled and agreed.
Three months later, we gradually started wearing matching outfits. With the goal of making my mother my beloved wife, I not only wanted to be the best
husband and son, but also to carefully create endless sweet memories for her. Seeing that I was becoming reliable, my mother
also put aside her pride. Unexpectedly, after our walk in the rain, Mom took the initiative to wake me up with a kiss every
morning . Her arms encircled my neck, and as I slowly slipped my tongue into her mouth, she
extended her own, her tongue entwining with mine. A passionate battle ensued between our tongues on the bed.
After a long while, we parted like lovers, a silver thread still clinging to the corner of her lips—
a truly romantic and enchanting sight. She helped me get dressed before letting me hug and kiss her as she saw me off!
The restaurant was closed due to the earthquake, giving me an unexpected holiday. Returning home, I couldn't help but embrace
Mom , our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. I wanted to kiss away every trace of her coldness, to
illuminate her life!
"I wish I could share everything with you, yet I've never asked who I am in your heart?
How much responsibility is hidden in fate and destiny? Only by being with you have I realized how attractive love is!"
Mom couldn't help but laugh after hearing this.
I kissed my mother's cherry-like lips with utmost slowness! Time seemed to stand still for a moment; we both remained
motionless, quietly feeling each other's warmth. Then, I extended my tongue and
gently licked her lips, before invading her mouth as she opened it, sucking on her
tongue gently entwining it, licking and biting. My hands began to uncontrollably encircle my mother's slender waist, while my other hand
slowly roamed over her smooth, tender legs. Her skin was so white and smooth, without a single
blemish.
It was a deep, wet kiss, expressing my emotions through slow, tender movements. Like a husband
holding his beloved wife tightly, I whispered endless sweet nothings in her ear.
"How about we go shopping, get something to eat, or see a movie?" My mother's beautiful face shone brightly again as she kissed me
. I thought, why not go out like a couple today?
"Okay! Let's spend a holiday like a couple." With that, Mom broke free from my embrace, turned and
kissed me on the cheek, then took a step back, her delicate hands tugging at the hem of her skirt!
Mom smiled and asked, "Does it look good? This is the new dress you bought for me last week!" As she spoke,
Mom twirled around, the purple, twisted lace-trimmed
, form-fitting vest skirt billowing with her movement, draped over her body like a celestial robe, displaying her perfect curves without reservation before
me, like a butterfly fairy dancing among flowers. Like Yuki Shihōdō!
Mom's dark brown hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. The left strand fell in front, softly covering
her beautiful chest. The right strand slid down her back, revealing a small ear, a gold earring sparkling.
The front part landed right at her eyebrows, slightly curled over them. She had trimmed her eyebrows; the soft
hair curled upwards at the ends, rising to below the corners of her mouth. As if on cue, my mother and I drove our newly
purchased car to the city square.
"Mom, come quick, there's no one here, let's take a picture quickly!"
I waved my hand in front of the photo booth machine, and my mother smiled and nodded.
My mother still looked stunningly beautiful, with an air of nobility that made her
seem a fairy descended from heaven! She exuded a captivating and sexy aura unique to mature women. Although her
long hair was tied up behind her head, and her full and firm breasts were covered by her bra, they still showed off their
height fullness! Beneath her sexy and assertive exterior lay curves that would set any man aroused.
"Click!" After two or three clicks, the intimate photo booth picture of the two of us kissing came out! Before my mother could even
examine it closely, I dragged her into boutiques, then Western restaurants and bookstores. The inexhaustible energy of young people
was starting to take its toll on my mother. She had barely caught her breath when I stood in front of a shop and called out to her again.
(Oh my god!)
Mom finally got closer and realized it was a wedding dress shop. Mannequins displayed all sorts
of beautiful wedding gowns. For a moment, the sight before her felt like an electric shock, her thoughts drifting.
(If one day I were to wear this "Angel of Happiness" wedding dress, then the groom would be…)
Thinking this, a chill
ran through her. Ren Piaoting realized the longing deep within her heart but dared not easily touch it. Turning her head, she saw her son beside her, pointing at the crystal wedding dress, his eyes shining with burning anticipation, which stunned her. At that moment,
Ren Piaoting radiated light, because her beautiful dream had found a brief release here. Ren Piaoting couldn't
look him directly in the eye, afraid of being shaken and losing the courage to think.
"Mom, one day I want you to wear a wedding dress like this… and be my bride. My fearless unrequited love
will last until death, and I will still numbly give you my feelings without regret…"
I mustered my courage again and asked my mother to marry me.
After saying that, I turned around and kissed her lips with lightning speed. My mother was stunned at first, then tried to
push me away with her arms, but I was determined not to let go. She had no choice but to surrender. The intimate kiss between the two attracted many surprised glances from
passersby . And so, in front of everyone, we shared a romantic French kiss. Gradually,
my movements became more vigorous. My hands began to greedily explore my mother's beautifully curved body, and
my tongue began to swirl intensely, sucking greedily at the sweet saliva in my mother's mouth!
For a long, long time, until I couldn't breathe anymore, I reluctantly ended this kiss that lasted for more than thirty minutes.
Zhong's deep, wet kiss. We didn't slowly pull away from each other's lips until we were both breathless. A silvery trail of liquid
clung to the corners of our mouths, leaving a deep, romantic mark on our passionate kiss. Our
bodies remained tightly intertwined. As I began to roam over my mother's body…
“Ugh… Heavens… Let… Let go…”
I released her. My mother gasped, “Ugh, this is a public place…”
I grinned, feigning indifference, and said, “Are you shy?”
Just as my hand touched my mother's high, full, soft breasts, I heard a crisp
sound and felt a burning sensation on my face.
I realized my mother had slapped me. I froze, then released her from my tight embrace. Tears of grievance streamed down my face
. In my anguish and sorrow, I said to my mother, "Piaoting, do you know how much I miss you? It's like we've been through
a thousand lifetimes together. I want you to have lived a life worth living! Even if you treat me like trash, I'll have no regrets! Do you
know every time I close my eyes, all I see is your image? I can't sleep without thinking about you, you
know that? Why are you so stubborn? I love you, I want to cherish you and take good care of you. With you, I..." There's no reason
for me to fall, bitterness can turn into sweetness. If I don't love you with gratitude, what's wrong with leaving you all alone
? But now you've hit me, you've never hit me before!
Saying this, I cried out to my mother again in anguish and sorrow, "Mom, I really can't
live without you now, can you really be so heartless?"
Facing my accusation, my mother, tears streaming down her face, cried out in anguish, "Heavens, don't force me, Mom loves you,
and Mom knows you love Mom the most, but we can only be mother and son, I know..." Loving you only adds to my responsibility, and refusing you
will only leave me lonely and isolated. I'm old, and while I don't believe in karma, this will harm you
and cause you mental instability. Do you understand? Don't pressure me anymore!"
Seeing my mother's unmoved attitude, I said desperately, "Mom, are you really so heartless? Do you really not care about my
life or death?"
This time, my mother wasn't very angry. Tears streamed down her face, but she said resolutely, "Heavens,
I know you love me and care about me. At your age, I'm prone to overthinking." "Your impulsiveness... I'm your mother.
I love you more than I love myself, but precisely because I'm your mother, our relationship can only be mother and child. There can never
be the kind of relationship you're thinking of, you understand? Mom isn't afraid of hardship,
but if I
'll be the one ruining you. So don't think about it anymore; Mom won't agree to it." I stopped crying and said softly, "Mom, I'll take you home. Take good care of yourself! When I
'm not around, you must..." I gave her countless instructions on the way home.
I really left, braving the wind and rain, leaving home with a heart full of despair. I couldn't get my mother's
acceptance , and I couldn't face her anymore, because I knew that if I faced her again, I would still be unable to control myself and do
what I did today.
That night, Ren Piaoting couldn't sleep.
The warm morning sunlight shone brightly. Sitting in the living room was a
woman who looked to be about 20 years old, dressed in a pale yellow cheongsam, with a beauty that seemed like a fairy. Her stunningly beautiful face held a deep pain and sorrow,
completely devoid of any appreciation for the flowers. Her gaze was unfocused as she stared into the distance, repeatedly muttering, "Heavens, do you
really love me? Why are you leaving your mother alone at home?"
Last night, Ren Piaoting thought about how she would face people if she agreed. More importantly, what if
society found out? How would her beloved son ever live in this world?
Wouldn't his future be ruined? She couldn't hurt him. She would rather live a life of solitude than harm him. He would marry,
have children , and then he would gradually forget her love. Therefore, she endured immense pain,
repeatedly and against her will, harshly rejecting his tender affections. Yesterday at noon, she even slapped him for the first time
.
After she slapped him, when he said he was leaving, she thought her slap had worked
, stopping his impulsive act. Therefore, Ren Piaoting didn't care and went back to her room in anguish.
This morning, when she woke up, she found that her beloved son didn't come to kiss her as usual, and she thought he was angry. But later,
when Ren Piaoting returned to her room, she found that I had prepared the expenses for her future living needs and the house deed for her.
Only then did she realize that I wasn't just saying it casually. She still clung to a sliver of hope that I was just being stubborn and
would return soon.
She waited anxiously in the living room. The night passed in anxious waiting.
I still hadn't returned. This had never happened before. For the past eighteen years, mother and son had depended on each other, caring for
one another . I had never returned after 7 pm like this! Would I do something foolish? Would I never
come back?
She thought of the despair on my face after she slapped him yesterday, and she felt
extreme terror and fear.
"Heavens, please come back! Please don't do anything foolish! How can you abandon your mother?" She now
clearly realized that she couldn't lose her beloved son in her life, and her son absolutely couldn't
be harmed or harmed because of her! She began to blame herself for rejecting her son's affections.
"Heaven loves me, and I have my own identity, so why can't I give it to him? Since
the day I gave birth to this precious son, haven't I always been prepared to sacrifice everything for him? What's a little more than my own body
? Aren't we both living happier and more fulfilling lives? Why should I
wrong myself and hurt my beloved son's heart for that invisible code of propriety? What if my
son
could I face the people in the afterlife?" When she thought about her son possibly doing something foolish for her sake, Ren Piaoting suddenly awoke. She no longer hesitated,
considered , or waited. She had to find her beloved son as soon as possible. As long as he returned, as long as he was always safe and sound by
her side, whether he was her beloved or just her body, she would no longer feel wronged, no longer suppress herself,
no longer hide her love for him, and would happily give it to him.
She rushed out of the house.
Not knowing where her son had gone, she asked at every hotel.
Didn't her heart also race every day when her son caressed her and kissed her deeply?
She worried about him, afraid something might happen to him. She immediately began to blame herself, repeatedly telling herself, "Heavens, Mom
loves you, Mom promises you, Mom will give you her body, as long as you don't leave Mom..."
Ren Piaoting cried until her makeup was ruined, her heart breaking. Passersby couldn't help but stare curiously at
this beautiful but unfortunate woman on the verge of collapse. She vaguely remembered that the last time her heart broke was when her beloved son
cried because she was sick and hospitalized, and this time it was because she was afraid of having him.
"Where can I run to? Where can I go... Waaah... Waaah..."
Thinking about it, her heart began to ache again. Ren Piaoting's mind flashed back to her beloved son's gentle eyes. Now,
Cangtian was a man, a young man wholeheartedly wanting to spend his life with her. She had been by his side every day
as he , but when these two feelings intertwined, she couldn't simply choose to abandon one
.
(What will I do if the heavens one day leave me?)
Ren Piaoting couldn't understand why she selfishly wanted to keep him by her side forever, but if not, she
might not be able to survive. Thinking of this, she murmured to herself, "Perhaps... we should stay
together ." Her thoughts swirled, and she wept bitterly. Life was so long; she couldn't guarantee her beloved son wouldn't leave
her, and she couldn't bear the heartbreak she had once felt.
In a daze, she found herself in front of the wedding dress shop she had passed with her last time. The lights shone
on the new wedding dresses displayed in the window; the white fabric resembled angel wings. For a moment, she felt as if she heard heavenly music;
the dazzling, dreamlike colors captivated her. Staring at the scene before her, she was lost in thought.
That moment felt like an eternity; in that instant, she realized how beautiful happiness truly was.
Her mother couldn't help but recall what she had once said: "As long as we can stay together for a lifetime, no matter how many
phone calls , nothing compares to holding hands with you face to face, walking and talking about our own things, with that warm embrace
and that familiar scent. Even if it's just for a short time, it's happiness. I truly love you."
(Yes, staying together for a lifetime, as long as we can be together forever. Whether it's mother,
lover , or even wife, as long as heaven needs me...)
In that instant, Ren Piaoting was stunned. The answer was so simple and within reach. In the past, it was just
a beautiful vow, but now she suddenly realized that it should be the truth of everything.
"So that's it. I never thought that being with heaven forever required a clear understanding of roles. I was caught in the inherent contradiction between
mother and wife, because these two roles will never intersect..." As if it were heaven
's arrangement, Ren Piaoting finally realized that the source of happiness came from this understanding.
She looked at her hands: "The more you try to grasp, the more you can't hold onto anything; letting go is the only way to gain the world...
I understand... I finally understand..."
Outside the bridal shop, my favorite song for my mother was playing, the Hong Kong version: Macross, Do You Remember Love,
True Feelings Revealed. That day, the world seemed so cold, silently making me sigh. In the quiet night, leaning against the window,
the starlight dim, I saw stars flash across the dark sky, truly amazing, as if foreshadowing the
brilliant starlight of the next night.
I just want, just want true feelings to be revealed. When will I stop with him, to admire the Milky Way? Who created this tenderness, how much tenderness paves
the long road? In the starlight, I feel lost, completely because my heart is like a fog, deep love until old age. Today, I realize how warm his heart is
, like it lives in my heart, yet I'm not used to the embrace in his arms, only fearing the change of this night.
We went to the beach, embracing. He made me quietly find brilliance in the quiet night, staring into his eyes, my heart lightly beating,
the road frozen. Even if the night is still and the road is frozen, let's embrace and let our true feelings flow. Let's
stop and admire the starry sky together, who created it? How much tenderness paves the long road, how much love is there? Lost in the starlight, it's all because of him,
because he came to our path of love, to embrace me.
Ren Piaoting finally smiled, a genuine smile under the lamplight. She realized
how important her beloved son was to her, and knew she could never leave him again, could never refuse his physical advances. She knew she
would belong to him sooner or later. Therefore, in her heart, she already considered herself his woman.
"Laughing at the heavens… my beloved son…" She started walking towards home, then her jog turned into
a full-speed run, desperately wanting to rush into my arms.
A woman's happiness sometimes depends on simple satisfaction. A wife only wants her husband to be faithful, a mother
only wants her son to be safe. But for Ren Piaoting, she wavered between the roles of mother and wife, her definition of happiness
difficult to pinpoint.
A car suddenly darted out from the corner of the intersection; everything happened so fast…
(Heavens…)
The truck screeched to a halt behind Ren Piaoting, its tires screeching in pain… Ren Piaoting was still gazing at the angelic wedding
dress in the bridal shop.
Breaking Taboos
When I ran away from home, I thought my love for my mother was just a dream. But last night,
fate gave me an opportunity, an opportunity that would change my entire life. I only took 50,000 yuan in cash, a new car, and
the stocks and futures I had been buying in my work bag! That night, Lehman Brothers, an American investment bank, filed for bankruptcy protection, triggering a global
financial storm. Hong Kong stocks followed the global stock market, falling 1,053 points in a single day.
The futures I had bought out of spite, since each point had a cash value of 50 yuan, turned the brokerage into my
private banking space. I sold my stocks, and after deducting fees, I still made nearly 100 million Hong Kong dollars in cash! When I
walked out , people thought I was schizophrenic. After the property transfer, I aimlessly passed by the bridal shop yesterday and
bought the Mingruo "Angel of Happiness" crystal wedding dress that surprised my mom! As I parked
it in the back of the car I thought about proposing to her again today!
I couldn't help but notice the advertisement for a real estate development across the street. Construction had only started a year ago, and after a closer look, I
guessed it was one of eleven luxury residential blocks in Yuen Long. Although only about 80% complete, judging from the basic structure,
each building would be a three-story duplex villa with a floor area of 2930 square feet.
"Hmm… it wouldn't be bad if my mom and I could live here after we got married, but I wonder how long it will take
to finish ?"
I noticed a notice board on the construction site hoarding. It was difficult to read from inside the car, so
I hesitated for a moment, then decided to find out the answer to my question in a short time.
So I got out of the car and crossed the road.
"Yuanmengzhuang sounds very elegant, hmm... except for the exterior garden construction, there's still a month left... at
this pace, it'll probably be rushed. But considering the time... by then, I'll be remarrying Mom.
Not bad, not bad, I'll get a brief introduction for reference, maybe it'll work, that would be a big surprise for Mom!"
Having made up my mind, I went to the sales center and spent some time buying it. After the salesperson collected 90% of the deposit
, as the saying goes, "money makes the world go round." I spent several million dollars on a high-end duplex villa.
The agent hired a decoration company to rush the layout according to the design Mom liked, and everything
was completed within three hours. The developer even gave each new client a new BMW.
I drove to the law firm. I handed all the supporting documents to the lawyer to give to Mom, and the lawyer gave Mom, Ren Piaoting, a
receipt . After paying all the fees, the matter was settled.
Before leaving, the lawyer said, "We will personally deliver the property ownership certificate for the house and land to
Ms. , please rest assured!"
"Okay! Thank you!" Afterwards, the lawyer helped me clarify my new Belgian citizenship, proving that my mother and I
could legally become husband and wife!
On my way home this time, a truck rear-ended another truck. At the scene, I saw that nearly 60 meters of
highway guardrail had been completely washed away, and a section of guardrail below the roadbed was almost twisted into a pretzel. The
hollow smashed to the base, and the winter melons that the truck was fully loaded with were scattered everywhere. The Tianqiao
Highway was still covered with black oil stains, and the smell of diesel fuel was still strong. I saw a beautiful woman lying
next to me, and when I went to help, I saw my beloved... Mom!
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Mom... are you okay? Can you hear me?"
I rushed over and picked up my mother, shouting, "Mom, what happened? Mom!" My mother didn't respond, but she was still
breathing . I knew something serious had happened. I hurriedly wrapped my mother's forehead with a coat, called the police, and rushed
her to the hospital. Luckily, there weren't many cars on the road. I
was also good friends with the son of a surgeon at the hospital (Dr. Zhang). Thanks to their timely rescue efforts, my mother was finally out of danger.
I stared intently at the red and white lettering "Operating" on the operating room door, my hands clenching tightly and patting
my knees. Besides having just given my mother a blood transfusion, all I could do now was complete the admission procedures.
(Two hours have passed, how could it take so long...) Then I paced back and forth in the corridor, clenching my hands again.
"Uncle Zhang, how is my mother?" I asked immediately when I saw Dr. Zhang come out of the operating room.
Dr. Zhang shook his head and said, "Your mother may experience temporary urinary and fecal incontinence... We
need to ; the situation isn't very optimistic. She just needs some time to recover. However, due to the injury to the pelvic floor
muscles, her control is weakened. When abdominal pressure suddenly increases, such as during coughing, sneezing, laughing, sudden changes in position, or
lifting heavy objects, urine will involuntarily leak out, potentially causing permanent incontinence! Sigh, it depends on luck. If
she's lucky, it'll only be urinary incontinence; otherwise, she'll have fecal incontinence too! The bleeding from her head and spleen has stopped!"
Dr. Zhang left me speechless and returned to the operating room, only emerging an hour later.
"Oh dear, so tiring! Luckily, we're fortunate that her femur isn't severely damaged, so she won't have fecal incontinence
. Don't worry!" We moved her to a private ward and brought the gifts from the back of the car to her room to decorate.
My mother lay peacefully on the light green hospital bed, her head wrapped in gauze, some abrasions on her hands treated with medicine, and
her face looked very haggard. I stood by the hospital bed, gazing at my mother, almost unable to believe she was my
mother . A beautiful woman with an oval face, delicate, crescent-shaped eyebrows, and bright, sparkling eyes revealed a
delicate, feminine beauty that evoked both pity and love, making one yearn to hold her in their palm and indulge in a life of pleasure.
I remember history books describing Princess Anle, the most beautiful woman of the Tang Dynasty, saying: "Her radiance moved the world. Women are like
agarwood , making men willingly indulge in their gentle embrace, unable to escape the vortex of lust for their entire lives." She
was like a fairy untouched by worldly concerns; her trembling eyelashes and cloud-like hair were enough to arouse a man's
protective instincts. Her
perfectly proportioned nose, snow-white arms, and long, slender legs, combined with her height and weight, created a perfect figure.
When she smiled, her incomparably beautiful face and prominent dimples gave many
a feeling of warmth, like a gentle spring breeze. I felt she was... Like the beautiful actress Irene Wan! Perhaps only
a mole on her lip hinted at a slight difference. Finally, I pressed my lips to my mother's cold, moist lips.
I silently vowed in my heart: I must treat my mother well from now on, make her happy, joyful, and
give her a good life . I felt a dizziness, and in an instant, a fragrant aroma filled my mind and my
lips, followed by an unprecedented stimulation. But I still couldn't help but lose myself in this gentle
kiss. After a long while, my mother woke up, forgetting to scold herself for taking advantage of me.
Just as I was filled with doubt, my mother suddenly let out a soft moan, but didn't open her eyes. Her hands suddenly
gripped my neck tightly, and her fragrant tongue quickly probed into my mouth.
My hands trembled as I moved downwards, exploring between my mother's breasts, wanting to take her right there and then, but my mother
pulled her hands away, pressing my unruly hands down, while tilting her head back slightly, moving away from my
lips that were burning with desire! Then she nestled sweetly into my arms.
She was panting softly, her eyes half-open, her pretty face flushed, and a
satisfied .
I, on the other hand, felt weak all over, except for my little brother!
This scene unfolded before my mother's eyes, and she couldn't help but chuckle. She then lifted her head, tilted it
slightly to the side, and whispered a kiss, saying, "You little rascal! Taking advantage of your mother!"
I, who had been stunned, snapped out of my daze and quickly coughed to cover my
embarrassment, then said, "Mom, please don't misunderstand. My kiss was just to support and bless you!"
"Is that so?" my mother said, glancing intentionally at the wound on my hand where I had given her blood transfusion, her face
flushing.
My mother gave me a seductive look, then asked, "Tell me, do you really...love me? Or...
do you just want my...body?"
"Mom, I really love you, don't you understand? I've prepared everything for you, because..."
"I love you... No woman can make me love you more than you..."
"Heavens... Don't say that! Mom only wants you. As long as you stay by my side, I'll
give you anything you want." Mom stretched out her arms and hugged my broad chest.
"I only want to have this life with you, the moon, the sun... May I kiss you?..." I gently
cupped Mom's face, gazing at her.
"Mmm..." Mom closed her eyes, her moist lips parted slightly.
Without hesitation, I pressed my lips to Mom's. In that instant, our hearts were in sync. With one kiss,
a flame of passion ignited between mother and son, like lightning striking fire.
We kissed passionately like lovers who had been in love for a long time, our tongues swirling in each other's mouths, creating intoxicating sounds.
"Mom, you've suffered so much for me, it's time to enjoy life. I can prove it to you! From now on, our
..." I told her about my day's itinerary, about trading futures and buying a house!
Mom smiled and kissed me again, saying, "Silly boy! Of course I know your heart! Look at you, so nervous."
I helped Mom sit down on the hospital bed. I could see she was very excited; her eyes were red-rimmed.
I hugged my beautiful mother tightly and said, "Ren Piaoting! Can you grant me this
small request? This is a decision I've made after careful consideration, please accept it!"
"Look at you! It seems you really love me! Okay, whatever it is, this young lady will accept it!"
Mom smiled broadly.
I knelt down in front of her, and suddenly, my smile froze on her face.
Her phoenix eyes, which had been misty and almost dripping with charm, gradually regained their original brightness and clarity. Because Mom saw the gift she had brought out—a platinum 　　diamond engagement ring
engraved with her English name, Salina .
(This ring was ordered a year ago so that my mother and I could be connected heart to heart.
No matter how
far apart we are, the GPS inside the ring will keep our hearts tightly linked. The 6-carat diamond, the center stone, is also cut in the shape of a heart, which is why I named it the "Heart Ring." Next to it is
her birthstone… a top-quality sapphire radiating a captivating and sacred purple glow.)
"Piaoting? You are the most beautiful encounter and the most perfect destiny in my life! Please marry me!
Although don't have much money or a high status, I can only make one promise:
whenever you need me, I will always be by your side, accompanying you through the days of life! Please say yes
! This is the wedding ring I designed for you myself. I named it the 'Heart Ring,' signifying that our
hearts are forever connected, our hearts forever intertwined."
My mother felt her heart being tightly grasped, her rapidly beating heart almost leaping into my
palm. I gently took my mother's left ring finger and tenderly placed the "heart ring" on her finger, symbolizing
a woman's true happiness from a man.
Just as my mother felt this happiness, I pointed to the exquisitely handcrafted 43.008-carat Swarovski
pearl and crystal Collezioni la Sposa wedding dress beside her, its aristocratic elegance drawing her
attention.
"'Angel of Happiness'? That's what I mentioned that day..." My mother involuntarily gazed at the transparent gown, its delicate, graceful, elegant, and luxurious quality
showcasing its refined elegance. The white crystal fabric of the dress was as
beautiful as wings, and the surge of happiness made her momentarily stunned.
"Dreamy wings..."
A tremendous sound echoed in my mother's mind, and that voice was my words: "One day I want you to wear
a wedding dress like this... to be my bride."
"Are you...remembering something? You look terrible...don't push yourself too hard," I asked with concern.
"Heavens, I know your feelings for me, but...it's impossible." Mom knew that
saying this would turn everything to darkness, but she didn't want to hide it from me.
I let go of her and showed her the lawyer's documents with both hands: "No! It's possible! Look!"
Mom's eyes were filled with tears, and in the moonlight, she couldn't make out what I was showing her: "Heavens..."
I impatiently pointed to the empty space after Mom's name. Instantly, Mom understood
what I meant by proof. She quickly wiped away her tears and looked carefully.
"Look, this is your household registration book. Here..."
"The lawyer said, this...this...my birth certificate."
Because Ren Piaoting was widowed many years ago, she was in a state of mental distress, so my birth certificate didn't list
my mother, and my birth certificate was with Mom's younger sister...Ren Piaoxue. So, apart from being divorced
, Mom wouldn't have any offspring recorded in the registry. And the hospital where Mom gave birth
was destroyed in a fire many years ago!
This is my more concrete proof that my mother married me and stayed with me for life. Looking back, I should
thank that sister called "Mother" now... Ren Piaoxue... right?
"Legally, we are not mother and son. At least, there's no way to prove that in this respect, which means
Miss Ren Piaoting can marry me, right?" Legally, that's true. This sudden turn of events left my mother
uncertain. She tried to calm her chaotic heart; she needed to think things through. But a surge of
joy overwhelmed her, almost drowning her.
"This... I... I don't know... This is indeed as you said..." My mother brushed aside
her hair, ruffled by the cold wind, staring intently at the household registration book, afraid to speak aloud.
My mother suddenly understood! But tears were already streaming down her face. She was so moved. These days, when
I came home from work, my mother felt a sense of happiness. She knew that in a few years, when she turned forty, she would feel very empty.
My mother slowly nodded, a small gesture, but I saw it! My mother rested her head on my shoulder and
closed her eyes in contentment.
"That means yes. Look, the moon has risen, bearing witness for us. My beautiful bride!"
I kissed my mother, whose tears had turned to laughter, and we stood there, frozen in that moment. The dazzling wedding ring symbolized "holding
hands and growing old together." After placing the ring on my mother's finger, I could no longer contain my passion.
I lifted her up in my arms and pressed my lips to her slightly parted, red lips,
kissing her deeply.
He kissed her cheeks gently, then lightly kissed her rosy cheeks, eyes, ears, neck, hair,
chest …and every part of her body. He kissed her again, gently sucking on her nimble
tongue like chewing gum, their breaths mingling, savoring
each other 's sweet saliva. To be honest, I just wanted to spend every precious moment with my mother.
After the kiss, my mother gently looked up, gazing at my resolute expression and confident words. She was
stunned, seeing herself clearly! Perhaps only this young man before her was
the man she had waited for for eighteen years! Actually, while Ren Piaoting was unconscious, she first put on an indelible… diamond and gold necklace and a light pink, romantic
, bridal-themed pearl and diamond bracelet!
I kissed my mother and asked, "Okay, I will be a good husband from now on. Let the God of Marriage be our witness, and let us make this vow. Let's
pinky swear." I bent my little finger and hooked it with hers.
Hearing these heartfelt words, my mother could no longer restrain her long-suppressed emotions. She
forgot her injuries, threw herself at me, hugged me tightly, pressed her face against mine,
and said with tears in her eyes, "I will only say yes if you formally propose. I am ready. I choose to set aside my
identity as a mother and stay with you in another way. But we must leave here and
start anew in a place where no one knows us! It's all my fault. Actually, I've thought it through. You are my beloved son, my precious
child . If I don't give my body to you, who will? You are not allowed to leave me again, okay? I promise you, from now on, if you
only want my body, I will give it to you."
My mother lowered her head shyly and buried her face in my chest.
"You must listen to me after we're married," Mom said, displaying a mature and composed demeanor, which finally put my mind at ease
and brought a smile to my face. Seeing my radiant smile, Mom reached out and stroked my cheek.
"How have you been these past few days? Have you been eating well? Where are you planning to spend the night? I've been worried about you constantly."
I spread my arms, revealing the strong muscles in my upper arms, and Mom couldn't help but chuckle.
Mom loved her son dearly, and she was very comforted by my behavior. She felt she had done right by her
deceased husband, and she felt very happy.
During this time, faced with the tenderness and love her beloved son had shown her, had she really not been
moved? Her son was handsome and dashing, his elegant and charming appearance could captivate any woman in the world. As
a mother, besides being proud of her son, wasn't she also captivated by him? Whenever the night was quiet and she
thought her distant husband, didn't she often imagine her son as her husband?
When her beloved son poured out his love and longing for her, she felt an overwhelming
urge to rush into his arms, to accept his affection, and to let him caress and
cherish her.
For the past 18 years, while she had enjoyed the deep bond between mother and son, she had also
experienced the profound loneliness of all widows, a loneliness that intensified and became harder to
dispel in the quiet of the night. Her son was right; she truly needed a man to cherish her, love her, hold her, and caress her.
But, deeply bound by societal norms and social conventions, she could not possibly find another man. Even if she decided
to break free these constraints, her pride and self-respect told her she would not marry another
.
For over a decade, apart from her son and her husband, whose memory was fading, she had treated all other men
as nothing. She refused to let any
other . Therefore, she always wore sunglasses or a mask to cover half her face whenever she went out.
Deep in her heart, besides her beloved son, she could never have room for another man; only her son
was her true love! Her chastity was beyond question. Stripped of the sugar coating of love, a mother would never betray her son
, and I couldn't help but smile with pride.
Thinking of this, my mother's slender hand involuntarily caressed my handsome face, a
gentle and happy smile appearing on her beautiful face. Her beautiful eyes, brimming with autumn water, held a deep, ocean-like affection as she
gazed at me, conveying her joy, her happiness, her satisfaction, her tenderness, her love, her…
…
Having already achieved a deep connection with my mother, I instantly understood the profound meaning expressed and
conveyed . This silent exchange of deep affection could melt even the hardest steel, instantly
melting and captivating both my mother's and my hearts. The pleasure and ecstasy it brought were even more thrilling, satisfying, and
gratifying; it was so fragrant, so mellow, and the lingering aftertaste was unforgettable.
So, the two of us, already intoxicated and lost in the moment, began to kiss passionately. The kiss was so fiery, so
sweet, and so intoxicating! At this moment, my hands tightly embraced Nana's smooth, snow-white back, pressing her
plump full breasts even more firmly against my chest.
My mother's slender, full arms also tightly encircled my neck, making our mouths, noses, and
foreheads symmetrically and tightly pressed together, without a single gap, as if wanting to merge with me even further
. Completely immersed in the passionate kiss, neither my mother nor I realized that we were simply enjoying
the emotional exchange through the intertwining of our tongues, savoring the warmth and sweetness within. Everything around us
seemed to disappear.
At this moment, I was enjoying the sweet and smooth saliva from my mother's fragrant mouth, and
the soft, pink tongue inside, feeling its unparalleled smoothness, softness, sweetness, and warmth.
Only when our little mouths were quite tired did I reluctantly leave my mother's beautiful lips.
Then, Mom revealed her charming and shy demeanor again. She lifted the blanket covering herself, got into
bed, and gently pressed her naked body against mine, telling me to undress and lie down. She whispered shyly in my ear,
"Heavens, I'm injured right now. Just touch Mom's body, don't move around. Once my injuries heal
, whatever you want, Mom will do, okay?"
When Mom's soft and smooth body pressed against me, I was already breathing heavily, my eyes blazing with desire. I turned to the side and
gently caressed Mom's snow-white, round, and tender naked body, carefully feeling the smooth and
delicate skin . When Mom asked me something, I didn't even bother to answer, I just nodded.
My hand reached across my mother's smooth, delicate abdomen, exploring her mysterious
and longed-for vulva—the place that had given birth to me. I gently caressed her two tender labia, lingering there for a long time.
My hand slipped inside her panties, touching her soft pubic hair, and my fingers probed her vagina. She
was already wet. My
mother looked at me with loving eyes, a shy and tender gaze, then closed them slightly, letting me kiss her rosy,
beautiful face. When my lips met her red, sweet lips, she responded gently, our
kisses meeting tightly. I sucked, and she slipped her nimble, clove-like tongue into my mouth, our
tongues intertwining. We greedily drank each other's saliva. My index finger had already slipped between her legs into the flowing depths,
gently stirring amidst the overflowing fluids. My mother's thighs opened and closed intermittently...
After what seemed like an eternity, I grabbed her hand and guided it to her already erect penis, saying urgently,
"Mom, I can't hold back anymore, I want you..."
Under my guidance, my mother gently grasped my erect, thick penis. After years of emptiness and loneliness, her body,
under my gentle and passionate caresses, was now filled with the same passion of love.
However, as a mother, her face was flushed, but she said to me firmly, "Heavens, Mom knows you're in pain, knows you want
Mom. Mom's body is yours, and you want Mom now, so Mom wants to give it to you too. But my thigh injury is very serious, and I can't
move around , otherwise the wound will easily reopen. So Mom can't give you her body today, can you bear with it?"
I replied with unbearable pain, "Mom, my penis is really so painful, can you use your hand to help me?"
Therefore, as long as my mother agreed to use her hand to help me ejaculate, it would feel very good, because after all,
the feeling of my penis being held by my mother's delicate hands was different from the feeling of my own rough hands holding it. Therefore, since I
couldn't , I thought of having her use her hand to arouse my penis.
Seeing my pained expression, my mother felt boundless love and tenderness. While
gently , she whispered in my ear, almost inaudibly, "Heavens,
if you're really in pain, Mom will use her mouth to arouse you, okay?"
My mother not only agreed to help me arouse myself, but she even used her mouth—something I never dreamed of.
I was excited but also a little doubtful. "Mom, really? You can really use your mouth to help me?"
Mom no longer seemed too shy. She just blushed and gently patted my face, saying, "Who told me
to watch you, my little rascal, suffer?"
I happily and affectionately stroked Mom's delicate face, saying, "Mom! Actually, I've always wanted you
to be my bride since I was little. I want to take good care of you and not let anyone bully you. I always have, and I always will. You're so wonderful.
As your husband, I will definitely serve you well from now on."
Mom smiled and said, "You've always been like this since you were little." After saying that, she got up, lifted the blanket covering us
, turned around, and bent down to face my erect penis.
A desire welled up in her heart, a desire to possess my body entirely. Her heart raced,
and she gently grasped the thick penis in front of her with her trembling little hands, truly feeling my magnificence. Mom
tenderly opened her small cherry lips and gently took my penis into her mouth. At that moment, she
felt impurity, only immense happiness. She had finally crossed the taboo between mother and son, offering me
oral sex—something she had never done before. As long as I was happy, she was happy; as long as I wanted, she was willing to do it for me.
My mother quietly held my penis in her mouth, feeling its throbbing. She gently licked it, trying to
soothe its turmoil with her boundless tenderness and moist tongue.
When my mother took my penis into her small mouth, I felt incredibly excited.
The feeling of my mother's small, warm lips was incredibly comfortable; the pleasure of her nimble tongue entwining and licking my penis was indescribable
. I moaned with pleasure.
In the midst of this pleasure, I suddenly noticed my mother's snow-white, round, and smooth buttocks right in front of me.
I couldn't wait to reach out and pull those alluring snow-white buttocks close to my eyes. My hands kneaded those two
snow-white, smooth buttocks. When I inadvertently parted her two snow-white buttocks, I suddenly discovered
my mother's honeyed vulva, hidden between them, a place I had longed for for so long.
Those two tender, red labia were slightly opening and closing, as if extending a passionate invitation. I opened my mouth and took her
entire vulva into my mouth. The faint, erotic fragrance emanating from my mother's honeyed vulva made me passionately suck on
her tender red labia, gently biting the clitoris. This was my mother's vulva, a legendary treasure… the Phoenix Facing the Phoenix
Vulva!
This type of vulva is a rare gem, one in a million, considered a divine treasure in the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic. To be able to penetrate
such a Phoenix Facing the Phoenix Vulva, this life could be said to have been worthwhile!
The so-called Phoenix Facing the Phoenix Vulva refers to a woman's vaginal opening being very small, the vagina narrow yet deep and long inside,
with winding passages like a sheep's intestine. The inside of the vagina gives the penis a sticky feeling, as the mucus
wraps around it, and the folds within the vagina seem to wriggle, giving the penis a very itchy sensation. However,
her sexual arousal is relatively slow to develop, making it difficult for a man to reach orgasm; he must have
considerable patience.
Ordinary penises are difficult to insert, and once inserted, they tighten, making it difficult for the man
to move smoothly. In other words, the vagina accommodates the penis to its limit; the man feels as if glued
inside, yet the feeling of being constricted is extremely stimulating. Because the vaginal opening is so narrow, unless
the penis reaches one of the four holy guns (a metaphor for a large penis), the woman finds it difficult to achieve pleasure. A woman with this type of vagina is undoubtedly not
a born slut; her desires and demands are a thousand times higher than the average person, and she is much more difficult to reach orgasm.
After eighteen years, for the first time, my mother felt
an unprecedented pleasure from my warm mouth and tongue. The waves of pleasure from my gentle biting and teasing almost made her faint. But
she endured it; she knew I still needed her to continue sucking and caressing my penis. Therefore, while enjoying
the pleasure I brought her, she also kept sucking, licking, and nibbling on me and my testicles. She felt
my hot semen suddenly rush deep into her mouth... After swallowing it all, Mom held it in her mouth until my penis went soft before
slowly pulling it out with a lot of saliva!
After all these twists and turns, all I want now is to deeply feel the excitement and passion
that only family love can bring to my mother . Indeed, what in this world could be more beautiful than the love between a mother and child? I then gently covered my mother's body with a blanket. Watching her steady breathing and sweet sleeping face, I finally felt at ease and went to the ward to take a shower and eat a little something.

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