That time, I saw

I woke up in the middle of the night. I slowly opened my eyes and saw two people rolling around together on the opposite bed. My head, which had been throbbing with pain, suddenly cleared up. The people opposite me could only be my mother and Uncle Zhang.

The bedside lamp was on, but it was dimly lit, emitting a faint yellow light. My mother and Uncle Zhang, who usually only wore underwear to bed, were now completely naked, embracing each other. They were passionately kissing, their lips intertwined, their tongues locked, trying their best to keep quiet, but they hadn't realized I was awake. That was the first time I had ever seen my mother naked. The two people on the bed, my mother's breasts were not large, her waist was relatively thin, her arms were full, her legs were long, and most alluring was her buttocks, which were pert and round. When my mother's male colleagues touched her while swimming, I touched her a few times too. Back then, I was wearing a swimsuit and didn't feel anything, but the feeling now was truly shocking. My mother was naked and having sex with another man. Just thinking about it made me hard, and now, seeing it with my own eyes, my penis became an iron rod.

Mom's hair, usually styled in a bun, was now loose, scattered on the pillow, making her look even more alluring. She held Uncle Zhang's head in her hands, pulling her tongue away from his, which had been locked in a passionate kiss. She whispered to him, "Little Zhang, don't be so loud, you might wake my son." She glanced in my direction, but the light was too dim; she couldn't see her son's eyes fixed on her.

Uncle Zhang was a former soldier, so he was quite well-built, muscular, with a buzz cut and a fierce look. His connections with the factory manager were why Mom's workplace had hired him as a security guard.

Uncle Zhang pressed himself against Mom, chuckling as he fondled her breasts, "Sister Qin, your son hasn't woken up the past few nights, and he won't be tonight either. It's alright." He then took her right breast into his mouth, sucking on her small, dove-like nipple.

Uncle Zhang suckled at Mom's breast intently, his tongue circling her nipple, once on the left, then the other way around, repeating this a dozen times. Mom became aroused, and she used her slender fingers to circle Uncle Zhang's nipple, gently stroking it. At Mom's teasing, Uncle Zhang shifted his body, turning to suckle her left breast, pulling her hand to his erect penis.

Wow, Uncle Zhang's penis was huge, slightly curved upwards, much bigger than mine at that time. Mom extended five slender fingers, gently retracting Uncle Zhang's foreskin, lightly stroking his glans with the tips of her fingers. Her other hand caressed Uncle Zhang's buttocks. I couldn't hold back any longer. I gripped my already hard penis, not wanting to let go for a moment; only then did my lower body feel any pleasure.

After a period of gentle caressing, Mom's thumb stopped on Uncle Zhang's glans, pressing it lightly while her other fingers alternately stroked his large penis. Uncle Zhang clearly enjoyed this move immensely. He had been sucking on Mom's mouth, exhaled, then inhaled deeply before biting down hard on her deep red nipple. Mom groaned in pain, her grip tightening as she squeezed Uncle Zhang's buttocks hard.

"Are you trying to kill yourself? So rough! Trying to bite my breast off?"

"No, I'm sorry, Sister Qin, it just feels so good, I can't take it anymore." Uncle Zhang chuckled as he leaned close to Mom's ear, licking her earlobe and gently caressing her plump buttocks. Mom ignored him and looked in my direction again. I didn't dare move or breathe loudly.

Before Mom could fully turn her face, Uncle Zhang was already pressed down on her snow-white body.

"Sister Qin, are you sure you don't need a condom?" Uncle Zhang asked my mother before inserting himself.

"No need, these few days aren't the fertile period. It was like this the other day too. If you're going to do it, hurry up. If you keep dawdling, it'll be dawn soon," my mother urged Uncle Zhang impatiently.

"Sister Qin, I'm here." Uncle Zhang mounted his horse, his large penis thrusting forcefully into Mom's already wet vagina. After Uncle Zhang entered, Mom let out a long sigh, but Uncle Zhang brought his mouth to her lips and kissed her again. The two swayed their heads, yielding to each other. Uncle Zhang's heavy breathing and the soft moans coming from Mom's nose because her mouth was blocked excited me even more. Mom opened her legs and wrapped them around Uncle Zhang's waist, placing her feet on the inside of his thighs, her hands holding his back, letting him fuck her alluring vagina from below.

Their mouths parted slightly, and I saw Uncle Zhang sucking out Mom's tongue, licking it forcefully. He placed one hand under Mom's snow-white neck, gently lifting her neck slightly. Mom's hair fell like a waterfall onto the pillow, and his penis continued to fuck Mom's vagina without reducing the intensity. After fucking hundreds of times, Uncle Zhang's speed began to slow down, but the depth of penetration... It grew even bigger, and Mom was also conquered by this method of sex. She felt her whole body heating up, wanting the penis below to go even deeper. She spread her legs, which were originally on Uncle Zhang's inner thighs, and placed them on Uncle Zhang's buttocks, pressing down hard, trying to make Uncle Zhang's penis penetrate her vagina even deeper.

Uncle Zhang then thrust even harder, penetrating Mom deeper and faster. Mom pushed Uncle Zhang's head away, tilting her head back, not daring to shout out her pleasure. She held her head in her hands, grabbing her hair, and finally, even using one hand to hold her fingers. She slipped her fingers into Uncle Zhang's short, buzz-cut hair, and with her other hand, she hooked her arms around his neck, kissing his eyes, mouth, nose, and face passionately.

After Uncle Zhang had thrust into her over a hundred times, she collapsed onto the bed, motionless. Uncle Zhang, after his mother's orgasm, also ejaculated all his semen into her vagina.

The two embraced, enjoying the afterglow of their climax. But this feeling didn't last long. Because his mother felt the penis that had softened inside her harden again. She laughed and slapped Uncle Zhang.

"Little guy, you're up again. Do you want to fuck your sister to death here?"

"Sister, please grant me one more time. It's not my fault, it's just that you're too tempting. I couldn't help it. I wanted to come with you after that time I peeked at you and the factory manager 'doing business,' but now I finally have the chance. Sister, I'm going back tomorrow, please let me have my way with you one more time." Uncle Zhang emphasized the word "get things done." Those two shameless scoundrels! So it turns out Mom and the factory manager had something going on. No wonder Mom was able to get back to the factory after leaving with just a thousand yuan, and even get a better position as the factory manager's assistant. It turns out Mom sacrificed her body that time; she often wore flashy clothes to socialize at night, and the factory manager bought her clothes, even underwear. That old lecher!

Mom and Uncle Zhang's actions brought me back to reality. They moved cautiously, Mom... She lay face down on the bed, a pillow under her waist to elevate her hips, making her buttocks high. Her buttocks were the best part of her body. After she was positioned, Uncle Zhang pressed down on her back, his curved penis rubbing against her plump buttocks, which were covered in a mixture of her vaginal fluid and his semen. He reached from under her armpits to the front, fondling her breasts, his index fingers constantly playing with her nipples. His mouth kissed her bare back, his tongue lightly licking it. Being teased from above and pushed from below, she could only lie face down on the bed, pressing her arm to her mouth to keep her moans from waking me.

After preparing herself, Uncle Zhang spread Mom's buttocks, stretching her vagina open like a gaping hole. He took a deep breath, and his penis plunged all the way in. Mom bit her arm lightly in pleasure, letting out sweet nasal moans. At this point, Uncle Zhang didn't dare to stand up, so he lay on top of Mom, no longer holding her breasts. He turned Mom's head, and the two kissed passionately again, but this time, due to their position... The problem was, they could no longer kiss as deeply as before; they could only kiss with their tongues and lips. The mother arched her back, her legs tightly closed, making Uncle Zhang's penis feel even more urgent. After kissing for more than two minutes, Uncle Zhang and the mother finally separated again. Uncle Zhang lay on the mother's back, both their elbows resting on pillows, his arms tightly wrapped around hers. Uncle Zhang pushed aside the cascading long hair that draped over her back, and he leaned against her head from behind, inhaling the scent of her hair, his lower body colliding violently with her buttocks.

"Xiao Zhang, be gentle, my son will hear. I'll give you anything, as long as you want to sleep with me, I'll let you. I'll do anything you want. Just be gentle now, ah, oh my god, it feels so good. Little brother, be gentle, I can't take it anymore, oh my god." "

Sister, you're not lying to me, are you? Little brother, I want to sleep with you, so let me. Sister, you're my goddess, I want to sleep with you, I want to sleep with you in your house, in your office, in the workshop, in the factory manager's office, I want to fuck you to death."

"My good little brother, you can sleep with me anytime, I'm a slut that my good little brother can sleep with, sleep with me, sleep with me, ah, I'm coming."

"Sister, I'm here too, ah."

Their lewd moans, though hushed, would have been inaudible if I were asleep or during the day. But in the quiet morning of Wuyishan, they reached my ears completely. At that moment, I finally couldn't hold back any longer; my penis ejaculated, smearing itself all over my pants. Both of them reached orgasm simultaneously. My mother turned halfway over, contentedly touching Uncle Zhang's face, and their mouths met again. I couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I woke up as usual; my mother was taking a shower. After she left, I washed my stained underwear myself. On the way back, my mother slept the whole way, as did Fang Jie and another woman. I ignored my male colleagues, nestled against my mother's chest, inhaling her body and breast scent. Amidst the rumbling of the train, I fell asleep like my mother.

I was discharged from the army.

On the train home, I left my last tear in this small county town. Every soldier has felt the same way I have now. Comrade, although military service is only a few short years, its impact on your life is so profound.

At this moment, I hold a piece of paper in my hand, or rather, a letter. It's the first letter I wrote to my mother since joining the army, but she hasn't replied. The original copy of this letter will remain in my closet; it's a letter without a reply. I look at the letter.

Dear Mom:

Hello!

I just finished washing my clothes. I was the first in our recruit company to do so. Following your instructions, I soaked them in laundry detergent for most of the day before washing, and it seems to be working well.

Recruit training isn't as tough as I imagined, especially the food, which isn't as bad as rumored. There's meat at every meal, and I'm quite full. The food and money you brought me were confiscated, and I was even criticized. The food was definitely divided up by the platoon leader and squad leaders, and they said they'd return the money.

Our squad leader is from the same hometown as me; he's very well-mannered. I heard he won first place in the entire regiment last year in the 5km armed cross-country race. However, he was also ruthless in his beatings. The recruit camp explicitly forbade physical punishment and verbal abuse, but he did it anyway, and the officers pretended not to see. Perhaps we city soldiers were too difficult to manage.

But please rest assured, I will take good care of myself. Also, has that guy surnamed Yi from the Armed Forces Department contacted you again? I hate him so much. It's almost time for assembly and dinner. We have to sing before every meal. Goodbye, Mom, please say hello to Grandma and the others.

When I read this letter again, my eyes started to blur again. I don't know why, but I've been like this for the past few years. It felt like I was back a few years ago, when I was preparing to join the army.

Yes, I hate that guy surnamed Yi, but this is definitely not repaying kindness with enmity. I admit, he was the one who arranged my enlistment. In the Armed Forces Department of a county-level city, it's not difficult for a deputy minister to arrange an enlistment. So, my mother, through her colleague Aunt Liu's introduction, found him, gave him 5,000 yuan for a service fee according to market rates, and another 5,000 yuan for activity expenses. He accepted the money readily and agreed readily, but he dragged his feet on getting things done. Later I found out he was a complete scoundrel; he had his eye on my mother and wanted to sleep with her.

My mother had arranged it, worried he wouldn't do anything after paying her, so she deliberately brought him to our house to talk. I set up a microphone in the living room and hid in my room to record their conversation using recording software. But little did I know, this recording would change our lives.

He arrived, and he didn't look like a middle-aged man. I mean, he didn't have a beer belly; he was in great shape, his hair was slicked back, his face was ruddy, and he had a cigarette in his mouth. My mother welcomed him into the living room, and I quickly shrank into my room, sat down at the computer, and prepared to start recording, like a secret agent in a movie. I was a little nervous and couldn't help but sneak peeks into the living room.

My mother was still as captivating as ever. It was clear she had dressed up for today's conversation. Her hair was neatly tied up, she wasn't wearing makeup, and a faint scent of perfume wafted in—a familiar fragrance that lingered on every piece of her clothing. I felt my heart begin to race. Unconsciously, I pulled a lace-embroidered bra from under the bed. It was hers; it definitely smelled the same. My penis naturally became erect, and I habitually tucked the bra into my underwear, my engorged genitals encased in the soft, yielding fabric. I'd been secretly playing with my mother's underwear and stockings for over a year. As an introverted young man, it wasn't surprising to have such a habit, especially since his mother was so alluring.

In my half-drunk, half-awake state, the negotiations that would determine whether I could become a soldier in the People's Liberation Army had begun. "Minister Yi, I'm sorry to have taken up your time today. Sister Liu said you're a very warm-hearted person and will definitely help your friends. There are some things that aren't convenient to say over the phone, but since you're here today, I'll be frank. It's not easy for a woman raising a child alone. My son just wants to be a soldier so he can be assigned to a power plant after his discharge."

Before my mother could continue, Mr. Yi waved his hand, crossed his legs, and gestured for her to find an ashtray.

"Hey, we're about the same age. Middle age isn't easy, you know. We have elderly parents to care for and young children to raise. I'm honest, I've spent your money as I should, given you what I needed to give you, but there's something Liu Xingmei didn't tell you, right? I like to play around with women." He spoke slowly, but clearly and simply, befitting a soldier. These few words left my mother bewildered, and I was completely taken aback. The man surnamed Yi looked at my mother thoughtfully, clearly teasing her. His sharp gaze pierced through my mother's clothes.

She wore a white suit jacket, white open-toed high-heeled sandals, a matching shirt, a sky-blue bra and panties, a yellow suit skirt, and white shimmering lace stockings.

"Although I'm divorced, I'm not a...slutty woman, Minister Yi. I'm different from Sister Liu; you can ask around."

Perhaps my mother realized my presence; her face flushed noticeably. I knew she wasn't a slutty woman; she had remained a widow since their divorce. I was furious at Yi's shameless behavior, regretting that I hadn't gone to university. If only I had known this would happen!

Yi was clearly an old hand; he calmly lit another cigarette, smoke rings billowing from his bristly, pig-hair-covered mouth, dispersing before being inhaled again.

"Then, give me another 20,000 yuan, and I can get him into the military district, close to home."

My mother looked at Yi with suspicion. "Minister Yi, can you lower the price?" "Heh, 20,000 yuan is already discounted, and you still have to let me fuck you."

My God, how could there be such a shameless person in this world? I was about to rush out. I wouldn't join the army; even if I spent the rest of my life in prison, I would beat this bastard to death!

Just as I stood up, I realized that my mother's bra was still covering my penis. In that instant, my mother gave in. I don't know how she made that decision, but I can imagine how painful it must have been.

My mother glanced in the direction of my room and replied tremblingly, "Minister Yi, I've already given you the money. If you don't do it, it's because you're breaking your promise. How can I trust you again?"

Yi, who had been in officialdom for a long time, knew that this was the last bargain of a vegetable vendor after dusk. Regardless of whether there was any more dirty money to be made, this woman was already his. He pulled my mother into his arms and began to ravage her wildly.

Minister Yi pressed my mother down on the sofa, kissing her lips and unbuttoning his suit jacket. He pressed one hand against her breast, forcing her to open her mouth to receive his tongue, but her eyes remained fixed on me. I didn't know whether to be angry or excited; my penis grew harder and harder.

Minister Yi, holding my mother, rolled over, falling onto the sofa himself, with my mother on top of him. He held her buttocks, caressing them incessantly, but his mouth remained with hers. He demanded she unbutton his clothes. My mother got up, straddling Minister Yi, and unbuttoned his jacket one button at a time. Minister Yi also removed my mother's white suit jacket. A light blue bra was faintly visible beneath her white shirt.

"Hurry up," Minister Yi urged my mother.

My mother pulled down his pants as well; he was only wearing socks and underwear. Minister Yi pulled my mother closer, unbuttoned her shirt completely, and took it off. He sat on the armrest of the sofa.

"Come on, give me a blowjob."

Mom had no choice but to kneel on the sofa and suck Minister Yi's penis into her mouth. Minister Yi enjoyed Mom's oral service, holding her head and looking down at her.

Mom closed her eyes, her face flushed, her mouth wide open. Minister Yi seemed to like this about her. He gripped Mom's neck, making her suck his penis even deeper. Not satisfied, he pulled up Mom's yellow skirt, revealing her plump buttocks. Minister Yi inserted his fingers from behind Mom's panties, his thick fingers moving towards her cleft. Mom tried to sway her hips to avoid it, but Minister Yi released her.

"Take off your skirt." Mom was about to take it off when Minister Yi stopped her.

"You can't spit out my penis with your mouth, you can take it off kneeling here." Clearly, he was a seasoned womanizer, and his methods were unprecedented.

The mother had no choice but to continue sucking his penis, reaching behind her to pull down her skirt. Minister Yi cooperated by supporting her breasts from below, preventing her from falling.

Once her skirt was off, his fingers slipped back into her panties, and he felt her vulva was slightly wet. He straightened up from his position on her back and pulled his penis out of her mouth.

Minister Yi made the mother lie face down on the sofa, her head resting on the armrest. She tried to unhook her bra, but Minister Yi grabbed her hands, his other hand lightly stroking her vulva through her panties.

"Can you be gentle? It hurts," the mother said to Minister Yi.

"Is it painful or itchy?" Minister Yi continued teasing her. He pulled down her panties, letting them hang on her thighs. His penis was positioned against her vulva.

"I'm coming in," Minister Yi said, lowering his hips, his penis fully inside her. Only then did he release his mother's hands. She struggled to support herself, and Minister Yi pressed his entire body against her back. He kissed her neck and earlobes from behind, inhaling her fragrance.

"Is my penis big?" Minister Yi whispered in her ear. Afraid of offending him, she could only answer,

"Yes, yes, really big, it's completely full down there."

These words were like an aphrodisiac to Minister Yi. He straightened up, gripping her buttocks with both hands, forcefully spreading her thighs apart. She felt pain and gasped for breath. Minister Yi thrust his penis forcefully from below. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the living room. It was all recorded.

In the inner room, I masturbated faster and faster.

Minister Yi reached down, slipping his hands under her armpits to grasp her pear-shaped breasts, his index fingers lightly scraping her nipples and occasionally pulling them downwards. Her breasts seemed to grow longer, and her mother let out a seductive moan.

After thrusting into her mother over two hundred times, Minister Yi released his hands from her breasts, instead placing them on her waist and thrusting relentlessly into her vagina. Her moans grew louder.

"Ah, so big, you're so amazing, hurry up!" She clearly wanted him to finish quickly, knowing I was still in the room and unsure when I would give out. She used lewd moans to urge him to speed up.

Enticed by her, Minister Yi wrapped his left arm around her waist, pressing her completely onto the sofa. He parted her legs, and she wrapped them around his. His upper body pressed against her back. Mother's buttocks thrust backward forcefully, while Minister Yi's waist rose high and then slammed down heavily with each movement.

Their sweat had soaked the entire sofa. But they continued their thrusting. Minister Yi lifted Mother's head, kissing her from behind. The tall Minister Yi and the petite Mother moved incessantly on the small sofa, which creaked, a testament to their immense effort.

After over three hundred thrusts, Mother finally gave in. Her buttocks, which had been thrusting backward, slumped down, and she gasped for breath.

"I'm coming, I can't take it anymore," Mother gasped to Minister Yi.

At that moment, I too couldn't hold back any longer, and my semen shot into Mother's bra cup.

Minister Yi placed a cushion under Mother's waist; he felt how wonderfully her vagina had gripped him. Each thrust felt amazing. He increased his speed, thrusting into Mother over a hundred more times.

The two rested in each other's arms for more than ten minutes. Minister Yi asked his mother to put her breasts in his mouth, which she did, and he suckled on her breasts. His mother let him play with them, and when she felt it was enough, she got off the sofa and picked up her clothes from the floor. She was putting them on when someone hugged her from behind again.

"Minister Yi, didn't you say it would only be once?" his mother said, struggling.

"When did I say it would only be once? Don't you know the consequences?"

His mother suddenly remembered that he was still in the room. She gestured to him when he wasn't looking, signaling him not to show himself.

His mother sat on the floor, holding Minister Yi's penis, and began licking from the base, circling her tongue around the glans, gently sucking on it with her lips, her tongue tip touching the urethral opening. Minister Yi's hand pressed on his mother's head, completely untangling her previously disheveled long hair.

His mother used her hand to stroke his penis, while simultaneously sucking on his testicles with her lips and gently biting them with her teeth. Minister Yi felt incredibly good.

He pulled his mother up and placed her on the dining table. Her head was suspended in the air, her hair cascading down like a waterfall, and her lower body was also suspended. Minister Yi's body was positioned between her legs, and he effortlessly inserted his penis into her vagina. He then made her legs point upwards, her calves hanging over his shoulders, and he pulled her legs and thrust them forcefully towards his hips. After more than a hundred thrusts, he turned his mother around and made her lie face down on the table. He then climbed onto the table and straddled her buttocks.

At this point, my penis became hard again, so I had to remove my mother's stockings to relieve myself.

"Come on, let me show you something new." He smeared all of my mother's profuse vaginal fluid and the mixture of semen on her anus. My mother knew what he was going to do and tried to avoid him, but she couldn't.

He straightened his penis and thrust it in again and again.

"It hurts! Oh my god, it's too big! Pull it out! I want to die!"

The mother's cries of pain only fueled Minister Yi's lust. He thrust harder, repeatedly slapping her buttocks to make them more sensitive. Her buttocks were covered in red handprints.

"Feels good, doesn't it? My cock is big, isn't it? I'll do it again, again!" Minister Yi said, thrusting his lower body forcefully. Perhaps after a period of adjustment, Mom's previous cries of pain turned into moans of pleasure. Minister Yi seemed to have inexhaustible energy; it was hard to believe he was over fifty years old.

Mom's anus was tightly gripping Minister Yi's cock. This was his second time making love, and it should have lasted longer, but with the service of Mom's small anus, he quickly began to speed up, just like the first time he ejaculated. But this time, he didn't ejaculate inside. Mom had reached her second orgasm, and she collapsed again between Minister Yi's legs. Minister Yi pulled his cock out of her anus, and Mom fell onto the table. Minister Yi stood on a chair, supporting Mom's head, which was hanging in the air beside the table. All of his semen sprayed onto Mom's face.

Mom's face, nose, eyes, and hair were all covered in Minister Yi's semen. Mom lay motionless on the table, and the only sounds in the living room were their heavy breathing.

Minister Yi rested for over twenty minutes, then got dressed. He said to my mother,

"Don't worry, I'll take care of your son's matter. I'll let you know tomorrow." He then turned and left. As soon as he left, my mother went to the bathroom and closed the door. I knew it wasn't the right time for me to go to her.

Sure enough, a few days later, my matter was settled. But my mother was unusually quiet for several days afterward.

"Passengers, xx station has arrived."

My thoughts returned to the present. I got off the train in a daze and walked step by step on the platform.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up. A stylishly dressed middle-aged woman stood in front of me.

Ah, it was my mother! I put down my luggage and rushed to her. We hugged each other tightly. I felt this moment would never end; I had finally seen my mother again.

My mother was a clothing wholesaler. Because I didn't do well in school, after graduating from middle school, I followed my mother all over the country, visiting many places. But I only did some manual labor with her. My mother's middle school friends stayed at headquarters; I was truly her follower.

This time, my mother brought me from home to Dongguan. I had never been to Dongguan before, and my mother was planning a big trip. I also brought my laptop and my mother's secretary. The three of us traveled from Hubei to Dongguan Zhicheng Garment Factory, where we were to discuss business.

It was a very large garment factory, whose products were sold to inland China. We were there to discuss the regional distribution rights, with all the goods sold through us. Price was the key point of the negotiation, and there were other issues that my mother felt she should handle personally to finalize.

The factory manager was quite young, looking only about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. He was tall, rather refined, and wore gold-rimmed glasses. His eyes kept glancing at my mother. The deputy factory manager, on the other hand, was over fifty years old. The only thing they had in common was that I felt they were both interested in my mother's body. On the way to the hotel that day, I reminded my mother,

"Mom, what do you think of this factory manager? I think there's something fishy about him." I didn't dare to directly tell my mother that their eyes were constantly fixed on her.

"Son, don't hesitate to speak your mind," Mom said, turning to me.

"I can't really explain it, let's talk about it later," I said, glancing at the secretary. Mom understood.

We went to the room, and Mom and I shared a room. Only then did I start talking to her.

"Mom, I feel like those two people are always staring at you. They're up to no good," I said.

"Son, you mean Director Zhang and Director Li? Really?" Mom seemed a little skeptical.

"It really is, Mom, I'm not lying to you. I'm very sensitive to these things," I said, trying my best to make her understand. But Mom seemed unmoved.

“Son, I’m already fifty-four this year. What chance do you have of anyone who would want me? And besides, you need to get the hang of your job quickly so I don’t have to worry about

you anymore. That Factory Manager Zhang, he’s so young and already owns such a big factory. Clearly, I don’t have a bad impression of him.” “Mom, I’m not saying anything more. Think what you want. To be honest, you don’t look like someone over fifty. You have such fair skin and you dress so well. Anyway, I’ve already said it. Think about it yourself.”

Just as my mother was about to say something more, the phone rang. I quickly answered it.

“Hello, is this Ms. Liu Jinfeng’s room?” I knew immediately it was Factory Manager Zhang. I handed the phone to my mother irritably.

My mother answered the phone, listened to Factory Manager Zhang’s words, nodded and said yes, and finally hung up. Turning to me, she said,

“Son, they’re inviting us to dinner tonight. They’re already waiting downstairs. Let’s go down.”

My mother went to the bathroom to change her clothes. She changed into a yellow suit; the V-neck of the top plunged just below her chest, revealing a white lace double-strap tank top underneath, paired with flesh-colored stockings and white high-heeled slippers.

I went to my mother's side and hugged her. "Mom, you look so beautiful." Actually, my mother and I often do these affectionate things; my father doesn't mind, and my mother especially likes it.

"Son, don't mess up my hair," my mother said, spraying perfume on herself.

The three of us went downstairs. When the two factory managers saw my mother, their eyes widened slightly, but they quickly regained their composure. During the meal, the two managers kept toasting my mother, and both she and I drank quite a bit. Also present were some of their factory's middle management; almost all the business managers were there, about ten people in total. We ate and talked, gaining a deeper understanding of their factory and strengthening our confidence in cooperating with them.

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