Mother

"Son, I'm freezing, tsk tsk..." Mom stretched out her icy arms and hugged my neck, her full breasts pressed tightly against my body, her pink cheeks rubbing against my face with the chill in them: "Oh dear, oh dear, it's so cold, son, Mom is freezing, quickly warm Mom up!" “Oh, Mom…” I raised my arm and gently stroked my mother’s cold body, sending a pitiful amount of warmth through my palm. My mother, like an obedient little girl, nestled against my chest. Her crotch, padded with toilet paper, was noticeably bulging, pressing hard against my crotch through her underwear—it was so unpleasant. Usually, when I was intimate with my mother, I would deliberately nudge her crotch with my knee, enjoying the extra softness and warmth. But my mother’s monthly period was extremely unpleasant. Not only did I hate it, but I also hated the strange smell. My father hated it too; at this time, he had no reason to bother my mother anymore. When I was bored, I often thought: Why does Mom have to come every month? It makes her underwear all dirty, emitting a pungent, rotten fishy smell. I remember very clearly one night, my mother, who was in a deep sleep, suddenly sat up, screaming as she turned on the light. The sudden, bright beam of light woke me. I opened my eyes and saw: wow, my mother's crotch was covered in foul-smelling menstrual blood, a bright red puddle of blood on the white sheet. My mother, naked from the waist down, sat dejectedly in the filthy blood-soaked puddle, like a flawless piece of white jade fallen into a swamp. I was heartbroken and furious. "Mom, what happened? Who hit you?" I asked, grabbing my mother's arm with a pained expression. "Why is there so much blood?" "Go away," my mother shoved me angrily. "Get away from me, don't come any closer, it's too dirty!" As she spoke, my mother lifted her blood-soaked white bottom. "Oh dear, what happened! How am I going to clean this up? It's so worrying!" "The thought of my mother's menstrual blood naturally reminded me of Aunt Tao's vaginal scent. Although the two women's scents were quite similar, I still stubbornly believed that my mother's scent was far more elegant than Aunt Tao's. I love my mother, and I love her scent. 'Mom,' seeing that my mother had finally warmed up, remembering her expression when she got into bed, I grabbed her neck, made up my mind, and quietly told my mother about what Aunt Tao and Dad had done. However, to my great surprise, my mother listened so calmly, a calmness that frightened me: 'Son,' after a long silence, my mother put her lips to my ear and said, word by word, 'Mom already knew! Don't mention it, go to sleep!'" "Sigh, I'm so disappointed: my mother, usually so decisive, independent, and arrogant in front of my father, even a bit willful, why is she so pathetic tonight? I can't understand it: why is she putting up with it? Why isn't she lashing out? Why isn't she yelling at my father? As I pondered this, an overwhelming sense of drowsiness suddenly washed over me, and gradually, my mind drifted into a hazy, confused state, sometimes asleep, sometimes awake, sometimes delirious. Suddenly, a fierce wind howled outside the window, whistling and whistling past, making the windowpanes creak and groan. Half-asleep, I felt the small windowpane seem to have been blown open by the wind, and the cold air rushed in, climbing onto the roof and swirling wildly. With the help of the heating, it quickly turned into thick white mist, slowly spreading down from the high roof." "Mom..." I called to my mother beside me, "The wind blew the window open, Mom, please close it quickly, it's so cold!" But my mother didn't move. I turned around, about to reach out and push my sleeping mother away, when suddenly, from the thick fog, two short, ugly monsters emerged, their heads huge like blocks of sauce, their bodies short like chimpanzees, covered in thick, dirty hair: "Ah, who are you? Why did you come into my house?" The two monsters completely ignored me. Their hairy, ape-like faces wore lewd, bestial grins, their thick, rabbit-like lips curled upwards, and their tiny, bean-sized eyes gleamed with a terrifying green light, staring intently at my mother's beautiful face. At the same time, each extended a sharp, withered hand like a monkey's claw; one lunged at my mother, the other ran towards Tao. "Get away! Don't touch my mother!" Seeing the monsters' disgusting, filthy hands attempting to defile my mother, a work of art, sacred and inviolable, I was instantly filled with rage and lunged at them without hesitation. My hands grabbed the monsters' tangled fur, and I immediately felt an unbearable itch in my palms. For my mother, I was fearless; I held on tightly to the monsters. The monsters grunted angrily and slowly turned around. Covered in dust, the monster reeked of sweat mixed with coal dust, a nauseating stench. It glared at me impatiently, completely ignoring me, and with a light lift of its short, stocky hind legs, easily kicked me off the bed. "Mommy, Mommy!" I scrambled to my feet, barefoot and shivering in the cold. My mother was so close; normally I could reach out and touch her, but now I couldn't touch anything, nor could I get back to bed. I watched helplessly as the monster pulled back my mother's blankets. "Mommy, Mommy, waaaaah, waaaah, waaaah..." I screamed and jumped desperately, but my mother and Aunt Tao remained fast asleep. That damned Daddy and Cod Liver Oil, perhaps afraid of the monster, watched their wives being violated without daring to step forward and help. Those two spineless men had vanished, hiding like cowards. The monster was already on top of my mother, who remained oblivious. Its ugly, hairy claws began to tear off her shirt, filling me with rage. "Mom!" In desperation, I grabbed the large curtain behind me and hurled it at the monster. With a sudden burst of strength, I heard a snap, and the curtain rope broke in the middle. The long, wide, and thick curtain ripped open, trapping the two monsters and pulling me inside as well. "Ah, ah..." The two monsters and I thrashed about inside the curtain, trying to escape its confinement. But no matter how hard we tried, neither of us could get out. In the chaos, I think I grabbed one of the monsters, and I hugged it tightly, opening my mouth wide to bite its limp body. "I'll bite you to death! See if you dare bully my mother again!" "Ah, ah, I'll bite you to death..." *Whoosh whoosh whoosh, whoosh whoosh whoosh, whoosh whoosh whoosh...* A loud alarm clock jolted me awake from my nightmare. I opened my eyes and, lo and behold, there was no curtain at all! I was wrapped in a quilt that had been kicked and shoved into disarray. Even more ridiculous, there was no monster at all; what I was clutching tightly was my own pillow. I pushed the pillow aside, lazily crawled out of bed, and, recalling the scene from my dream, I was filled with emotion: "Mom, your son loves you so much; Mom, beautiful and lovely Mom, your son doesn't want you to suffer any harm; Mom, your son wishes you eternal beauty, eternal happiness, and eternal health!"

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