Chapter 1

The school bell rang in every corner, the noise in the campus gradually subsided, and a long and tiring school schedule finally came to an end. I carried a heavy schoolbag and left the campus, as if every step was heavy. On the way home, there were cars coming and going, and people flowing endlessly.

Finally, the gray buildings slowly became clear in front of me. In the quiet community, the lights of the houses were like warm beacons in the harbor. I pushed open the door and the familiar smell hit me. I couldn’t help but smile with relief.

Home, a place full of love and peace, is where you can put all worries aside.

The moment I quietly opened the door, the warm lights and the warm air rushed towards me. I heard my mother’s happy humming, with a brisk rhythm and the warmth of home. Her black hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, swaying gently with her graceful movements, exuding an indescribable feminine charm.

Standing at the kitchen door, watching my mother’s busy back...ah, her back outlines a warm picture. She is wearing a simple and comfortable home dress, the skirt swings lightly, showing a casual style. Especially the thin waist and round hips, it’s like the most perfect work of art in the world, which makes me want to stare at it.

Then there was the pair of long legs that were so close yet so far away. Mom’s slender legs were tightly wrapped in smooth flesh-colored stockings, and they looked particularly attractive under the charming luster. The curves kept flowing with the rhythm of temptation as she walked busy in the kitchen. I took a deep breath, and the uncontrollable desire quietly rose in my heart.

The scene before my eyes instantly aroused the secret throbbing in my heart, and the excitement and heat spread in my blood.

I felt my cheeks getting hot, my heartbeat speeding up, shyness and desire intertwined into an indescribable emotion. I stared at my mother’s charming back, and the emotions deep in my heart seemed to be completely ignited at this moment.

Quietly, I tried to tiptoe and walked towards my mother gently, gradually approaching her busy figure.

Without her noticing, I stretched out my hands and hugged my mother’s slender waist, feeling her fragile body trembling slightly in surprise in my arms.

My mother’s waistline is soft, fitting, warm and elastic. My hands feel the subtle smoothness under her home skirt and the waist that is not too full. A light fragrance from my mother’s body brushes my cheeks. It is the only smell that belongs to my mother, familiar and reassuring.

My penis in my lower body reacted involuntarily, you know, the tension and sensitivity that are unique to adolescent boys. The swelling feeling made me a little embarrassed, but at the same time there was a secret excitement and a desire that could not be completely suppressed accumulating in my body.

“Mom, I’m back.” My voice was mixed with joy, but also with a hint of shyness caused by being so close to my mother’s body. I buried my head in my mother’s hair, and the hot air from my mouth passed by my cheek with affection, waiting for my mother’s all-encompassing tenderness and smile to respond to my return.

My mother was obviously startled by my sudden hug. She leaned forward slightly and stopped cutting vegetables. For a moment, the whole kitchen seemed to be silent because of my mother’s panic.

She turned her head quickly, her long hair swaying, and her always gentle eyes were now full of surprise, with a hint of nervousness, as if she was blaming me for my sudden action.

After she realized it was me, I could feel the tension in her body relax, and her eyes finally softened, but still mixed with a bit of resentment. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, and her expression still showed pity and doting on me, but there was also a hint of false reproach in her smile.

“John! What are you doing? You scared me...” She said in a soft and resentful voice. Her expression of resentment only made her look more lovely and charming. Her eyes showed her infinite love for me. Even if she showed a slightly unhappy expression, it only added a bit of playfulness. And I, feeling all this, felt even warmer in my heart, knowing that there was always such love waiting for me at home, no matter when.

I hugged my mother’s waist tightly, and I felt the softness and kindness coming from her, which made me even more reluctant to let go. I closed my eyes and put my head on my mother’s shoulder. Her gentle breathing was in my ears, and her hair, as soft as the spring breeze, was in my nose. I took a deep breath, and it was a light and refreshing fragrance, a unique smell of my mother, mixed with the fragrance of shampoo and body, which was more intoxicating than any flower fragrance.

“Mom, you smell so good...” The sigh on my lips came from the heart, and in my mind, I couldn’t stop imagining my mother’s sexy body, her long legs wrapped in stockings, her soft waist, and every inch of her skin that I was close to at this moment.

“Mom hasn’t started cooking yet, but you can smell the fragrance?” Mom pinched my nose with her delicate hand, her voice full of kindness and joking, thinking that I was attracted by the smell of the kitchen.

I couldn’t help but lean over to my mother’s ear and blew a wisp of hot air, my lips almost touching her earlobe, and my tone revealed a hint of ambiguity and affection, “Mom, I mean, you smell so good...”

After I said this bluntly, my mother’s face suddenly flushed with a lovely blush, and she looked a little surprised and flustered. I could feel that my head on her shoulder was also trembling with the subtle vibration of her accelerated heartbeat.

“John, you even dare to make jokes about your mother...” There was a slight reproach in my mother’s voice, but I knew it was just words, because she gently pushed my shoulder, with a hint of pampering and helplessness in her action.

Her eyes flickered, as if avoiding my eager gaze, and her head turned away slightly, trying to hide her obvious embarrassment.

But I could see that even in this situation, her eyes still revealed her love for me. Mom was still the gentle, kind, loving mom. Her warm breath surrounded me, accelerated my heartbeat, and made my love for her even stronger.

Like a spoiled child, I hugged my mother’s soft and slender waist tightly, and rubbed my body casually in her arms. The feeling of caressing was particularly comfortable for me. I didn’t want to stop at all, and sometimes I blew gently in her ear, saying with a playful and provocative tone, “Mom, it’s because you are so beautiful and your body smells so good that even I, your son, feel my heart beating when I hug you...”

Faced with such blunt and heart-shaking words, my mother was obviously at a loss. She was completely panicked, her cheeks flushed more and more, and her eyes were filled with shock but she didn’t know what to do, just like a lotus just emerging from the water, not yet fully formed. I noticed the evasiveness in her eyes and vaguely saw the trembling of her mouth. She was trying hard to maintain a certain majesty and calmness as a mother, but her body’s instinctive reaction seemed to betray her quietly.

I have never felt my mother’s charm and panic so closely. Her hands trembled slightly, and in her flustered body language, I seemed to catch a hint of her secret joy and her inner struggle over our close contact.

“Hmph... You’re such a smooth talker. I don’t know who you learned this from.” Mom pretended to be angry, but her voice couldn’t help but tremble softly. She leaned against the kitchen counter, as if she needed a little support to stabilize her emotions. Although she tried to show authority in her demeanor, I could feel that she was moved by my naked confession, and a corner of her heart was indeed satisfied and happy. After all, which mother doesn’t like to hear that she is the most beautiful in her child’s mind? Behind this accusation, I knew that the chaos in Mom’s heart was even stronger than what I saw.

I felt myself becoming more and more unbridled in front of my mother. The mixed feeling of satisfaction and joy aroused my inner respect and desire at the same time. My mind was filled with my mother’s intoxicated expression and her slightly powerless appearance in my arms. My heart was surging again.

Seeing my mother at a loss for what to do because of my mischief, I felt so proud. Her cute and helpless reaction seemed to be constantly plucked at my heartstrings, making me feel an indescribable sense of accomplishment. In this joyful mood, I knew that I was gradually taking control of this warm game.

However, I also understand the importance of knowing when to stop, so I stopped being naughty in time and let go of my mother’s soft waist. I pretended to smile innocently and changed the subject, saying, “Mom... when can we have dinner... I’m starving.”

After hearing what I said, my mother finally got rid of her previous embarrassment. The tenderness in her eyes began to return, and the smile on her lips seemed even more nonchalant, as if she had already put our previous interaction lightly in her heart. “It’s almost done, go play on the computer for a while, I’ll call you when the meal is ready...”

However, I did not intend to leave the kitchen. I still stood beside her, showing my sincere filial piety and enthusiasm to help. “Mom, let me help you...”

My volunteering obviously surprised my mother. She showed genuine joy and smile, and her eyes curved into crescents. “Oh...my John has grown up and knows how to care for his mother...then you can help mom wash the vegetables.”

While washing the vegetables, I mentioned a few anecdotes from school. “Mom, do you know that Keith, who often sleeps in class, sat on the table, and the table suddenly collapsed with a bang. The whole classroom became quiet, and then everyone burst into laughter the next second!” I said as I handed the rinsed vegetables to my mother, “Mom, you don’t know this, I almost laughed my stomach off!”

After hearing what I said, my mother chuckled and said, “Really? That child should be careful in the future and don’t always sleep in class. You are not allowed to learn from him.” The sunlight shone on her face through the window. Her smile was warm and loving. Her eyes behind the glasses lingered on me for a few seconds, affectionate and full of cuteness.

The kitchen in the evening was surrounded by the warm sunset, and the golden light spots in the room seemed like a fairy tale world. I surrounded my mother to wash vegetables, and the water droplets splashed in the air, as if the sky was full of stars. “Mom, there is something you don’t know!”

I took the opportunity to squeeze next to my mother, and the small movements of my hands inadvertently increased the intimacy between us. “The new milk tea shop in the school has been visited by many girls. When do you think we can go and try it?”

Mom smiled even brighter and looked at me with a doting look in her eyes. “Really? Then let’s go and try it together next time. John has worked so hard today and helped Mom so much.”

In the gentle sound of water, I inadvertently raised my head and gazed at my mother’s profile. At that moment, it seemed as if time had waited for my gaze, making this beautiful picture eternal. I saw my mother’s soft outline, her skin as white as snow, her hair hanging down like a waterfall, her eyes under the glasses focused and full of wisdom, and the faint smile on her lips, which made people feel warm in their hearts.

At this moment, my heart was filled with such emotions. My love for my mother was not just a son’s attachment to his mother. It was full of admiration, longing, and even a hint of inexplicable possessiveness. In this ordinary and warm moment, my mother’s expression and her every move became the most beautiful and unforgettable scenery in my heart.

Suddenly, as if forcibly crushing my previous reverie, I suppressed my heartbeat and replaced it with an expression full of pride and joy, like an excited child who discovered a new world. I quickly interrupted and said, “Mom, by the way, the results of our last math test are out.”

Mom stopped what she was doing and turned her head. Her eyes, full of tenderness, looked particularly bright. She put the kitchen knife aside and wiped her hands gently. Her eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars, and she looked at me expectantly. The corners of her lips slightly raised, and she smiled with joy, and asked word by word, “Hey? How are your grades? Did you do well in the exam?”

“Mom, kiss me first and I’ll tell you.” I smiled playfully, my eyes twinkling with mischief. My face deliberately showed a mysterious and playful expression, as if hiding some important secret.

After hearing this, my mother was slightly stunned, then a doting smile appeared on her face, she shook her head, sighed softly, and the smile on her lips was full of helplessness and kindness. She stretched out her hand and gently pinched my nose, and said with a smile in her eyes: “You are asking for too much. Come on, give me a kiss.” After that, she leaned over and left a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Mom, I got 90 points in the test this time, ranking third in the class~” There was a hint of pride in my voice, my eyes were shining with anticipation of my mother’s praise, and a smug smile appeared on my face unconsciously.

When my mother heard the result, her face was immediately filled with admiration and pride. “Oh, John is amazing!”

She couldn’t help but be happy, she reached out and hugged me, her eyes full of pride. “90 points, third place, mom knew you could do it!”

“Mom, I’ve made such great progress this time, can you reward me?” I blinked my eyes, looking at my mother with a bit of mischief and expectation, with the corners of my mouth raised, revealing my most innocent smile, as if I had already begun to imagine what kind of reward my mother would give me.

When my mother heard what I said, her eyes lit up immediately, and a smile appeared between her eyebrows. The doting in her eyes seemed to condense all the love, which was intoxicating. “Of course, my John is so outstanding, who else can I reward if not you?” My mother’s voice was full of sweetness and encouragement. She gently stroked my hair with her hands, her eyes full of expectation: “Tell me, what reward do you want? As long as I can do it, I will promise you.”

“Mom, the reward I want is very simple, but I won’t tell you unless you promise me first.” I smiled slightly, blinked my eyes, and looked at my mother in a mysterious manner, looking forward to what promise she would make.

Mom smiled gently, as if she was amused by my little thoughts. She touched my head and looked at me with tolerance and love. “Okay, okay, mom promises you, you can tell me now.” Her voice was soft and teasing, and the eyes under the silver glasses were full of love and warmth, as if no matter what I asked, she would try her best to satisfy it.

As if my little universe had suddenly opened up, I made a killer request. “I want to kiss Mommy.” There was a bit of childish innocence in my voice. I raised my head, stared at Mommy, and wore what I thought was the cutest smile on my face.

When my mother heard this, she was flattered for a moment, then she smiled, her eyes full of maternal tenderness and doting. “You are such a sweet-mouthed little one.” Her expression was full of doting, she lowered her head and approached me, her cheeks quietly blooming with endless tenderness, “Okay, Mommy will let you kiss my cheek.” Her voice was filled with satisfaction and happiness.

I pouted my lips in confusion, blinking my big innocent eyes at my mother: “Mom, I’m not talking about a kiss on the cheek.”

When my mother heard this, she was stunned for a moment, then she smiled, waved her hand lovingly, and touched my head: “You little rascal, then tell mom, where do you want to be kissed?” There was endless affection and a hint of teasing in her voice, and her expression was gentle, as if she was already accustomed to my willfulness.

I paused, mustered up my courage, and said playfully as if I was teasing my mother: “Mom, I want to kiss you on the mouth.”

When my mother heard what I said, she was stunned for a moment, then she smiled tenderly, her eyes revealing a complex emotion. She reached out and stroked my cheek, and replied softly, “Silly child, my lips belong only to your father. But you are my sweetheart, come, I’ll give you a kiss on the cheek, this is also full of love.”

She turned her face and kissed my cheek with a smile.

I insisted, “Mom, I don’t want you to kiss my face... I just want to kiss you on the lips...” Faced with my insistence, my mother fell into deep hesitation. Her tense face was full of entanglement, and her eyes seemed to have turbulent waves, showing her inner struggle. Her fingers trembled slightly, and the shadow of my expectation was reflected in her pupils. After taking a deep breath, she finally spoke slowly, with helplessness and hesitation in her voice. “John... this... is not good?” My mother showed hesitation and embarrassment, her voice was low, trying her best to hide her inner vacillation.

But I continued to insist, revealing a childish stubbornness. “Mom, I want to kiss you. You just promised me. You can’t go back on your word.” My voice was firm and unquestionable.

My mother seemed to sense my strong will, and her expression was complicated. She stared at me deeply, and her long hair swayed slightly as she trembled. After a long silence, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of my mother’s mouth.

Her voice was almost a whisper: “Okay, since you think so, then Mom... promises you...” These words were like the warm spring sun shining on the messy lake of my heart. My heartbeat accelerated, and the impulsive heat rushed through my entire body.

The joy and excitement in my heart, coupled with a bit of shyness that came after I realized it, intertwined together to form an indescribable tension. Emotionally, I still maintained the absolute reliance and trust in my mother like a child, but the emotions in another corner were spreading, and I felt an unprecedented impulse of maturity, which even made my breathing become rapid.

I know this should be just a simple kiss, a reward, a token of intimacy between mother and child, but at this moment I feel that my mood is far from that simple. A vague expectation in my heart is rising like a small flame, burning my reason. At this moment, being able to be close to my mother like this, I have a sweet and sour satisfaction. I try to calm my excitement and try to find a trace of peace in this unrestrained emotion.

“Mom... this is... my first kiss, I don’t want to... do it in the kitchen, I want... to go to your room.”

There was a hint of shyness and seriousness in my words. The blush on my face betrayed my accelerated heartbeat. The anticipation and nervousness in my eyes were in turmoil with the desire in my heart.

When my mother heard what I said, her face changed slightly, and it was obvious that she was hesitant again. She moved her eyes, as if looking for a suitable answer, and her long hair could not cover her trembling eyes. After a moment, she sighed softly and said lovingly and helplessly: “Okay... go to my room...” Although her words revealed a concession, her love was not diminished, and her slightly complicated emotions were clearly revealed in her simple answer.

I held my mother’s hand affectionately, feeling a bit complicated, nervous but also expectant, and stepped into her bedroom together. The bedroom exuded a faint fragrance, and the air was mixed with the familiar gentle breath of my mother. The whole space showed my mother’s unique taste, the curtains were elegantly hung, and the colorful sheets on the bed were neatly folded. Everything was arranged in an orderly manner, revealing my mother’s virtuous nature.

There is a wedding photo hanging on the wall. Even if it is just a moment frozen in the portrait, it reveals the atmosphere of love between Dad and Mom. The happiness they have woven together is quietly waiting in that frame. Dad’s confident smile and Mom’s charming expression are enough to make people feel the deep affection between them without words.

At this moment, I stood in their love nest with my mother, and an indescribable emotion throbbed in my heart. With my father on my back, I was about to touch my mother’s lips, and my heart was beating like a drum. I was filled with panic and guilt, but also with a forbidden excitement, mixed with deep and complicated feelings for my mother.

Standing in this bedroom that records the love between my parents, my emotions are like a wild horse that has run away from its reins, entangled with the boundaries of morality. My parents’ wedding photos are next to me, reminding me that this is a game that wanders on the edge of love and sin. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my heart, but I felt more and more the weight of every tiny action at this moment.

“Mom... can you close your eyes?” I said while gently holding my mother’s hand, my tone revealing a hint of nervousness and anticipation. I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward slightly, staring at my mother, my eyes full of desire and anxiety.

After hearing what I said, my mother was silent for a moment, as if she could feel the nervous beating of my heart. Her eyes were gentle and complex, as if she could see through all the secrets. Finally, she showed the tolerance of a mother, nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and slowly closed her eyes. A blush quickly swept across her cheeks. Although she tried her best to stay calm and smiled, the slight change in her breathing still betrayed her nervousness at the moment.

When my mother slowly closed her eyes, I couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful face. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly trapped in a dream, and her delicate eyebrows lay gently on her forehead like a carefully painted work of art. Under her high nose bridge, her lips opened and closed slightly, releasing the weakness and entanglement she usually hides. I held my breath slightly, afraid of breaking this brief and peaceful moment.

The uncontrollable excitement in my heart surged like a tide, and I felt my heart pounding against my chest. The restless emotion almost made me forget everything around me. Her gentle beauty made me even more unbelievable that the person sitting in front of me was actually my kind and dignified mother. I obsessively peeked into the details of every inch of her skin, looking at her slightly rosy cheeks, which were so smooth that I could touch them.

My mind began to become somewhat confused, full of restlessness and doubts, fearing that all this was just a long dream, afraid that it would be broken by the sudden reality. At the same time, a sense of accomplishment that I had never experienced before surged deep in my heart, as if I was about to get some kind of “reward” in life in this forbidden game. I knew that the unprecedented feelings were all accumulating strength for the upcoming kiss, and the love for my mother was permeated with indescribable complex emotions.

My mother’s closed eyes could not hide her inner turmoil. Although her hands were warm, they faintly conveyed uneasiness and tension. Her body was slightly stiff as she sat on the bed, indicating that she was uneasy. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, as if she was trying to convince herself to accept what was about to happen. For a moment, she seemed to want to open her eyes again, but in the end she remained as she was, waiting.

Although my mother tried to remain silent, she didn’t remain silent for long. A trace of urgency escaped from her trembling voice: “John, you...you hurry up, your father will be back soon.” The fingers on the bed sheet unconsciously curled up the edge of the bed sheet, unable to hide the anxiety in her heart.

The anxiety and urging were almost squeezing my mother’s patience, and also revealed her contradictory psychology in the face of such a behavior that broke the usual rules. Her breathing became a little rapid, and the original tenderness and love became shaky. My mother’s tolerance and love at this time showed a fragile and helpless state, and her love for me and her insistence on the rules were beating in the cracks.

I adjusted my breathing, took a deep breath, and gradually calmed myself down. Then, I carefully moved closer to my mother, my heart beating faster and faster, as if beating out a nervous and excited melody.

My gaze of desire and fear lingered on my mother’s face for a moment, and finally stopped on her lips.

Her lips, that’s what I have been looking at for countless days and nights, containing all my infinite fantasies of tenderness.

My lips finally touched my mother’s red lips, which were as soft as petals. The temperature and touch were like ripples spreading slowly in the lake of my heart. Her lips were more delicate than I had imagined. They trembled slightly, as if they sensed my excitement and anxiety. In an instant, time seemed to stand still, leaving only the slender gap between my mother’s and my tightly closed lips, trembling slightly in the air.

My heart was surging dramatically, a mixture of burning desire and crazy emotions. Guilt, joy, confusion and desire collided in my heart, forming an intricate vortex of emotions. I wanted more than just this simple physical contact, I wanted to steal her love for me, the kind of emotion that belonged only to me and could not be expressed in words. The emotional impulse made me want to sink deeper into it and make this moment eternal.

For my mother, this kiss was undoubtedly a soft consent despite many taboos. Her whole body was telling me how nervous and flustered she was. I could feel her slightly erect body leaning back slightly because of my kiss, her breathing became erratic, and the strength of her hands varied, as if she was struggling with some kind of emotion, while also revealing the chaotic emotions in her heart. At this moment, she was both a mother and a woman, swaying gently at the intersection of love and ethics.

In this cozy bedroom, the warm colors of the careful decoration create a harmonious and peaceful environment. The moonlight through the curtains gently shines on us, adding a touch of mysterious silver glow to this already tender and sweet atmosphere.

The wedding photos on the wall silently witnessed my mother’s beauty in her youth and the sweetest moments of the two of them together.

On that day, she was a dazzling bride, and they stood side by side, smiling and vowing. Now, the figures of mother and son form a sharp contrast with that wedding photo, one is a beautiful freeze frame of the past, and the other is the hidden ambiguity of the present.

Our kiss at this moment, like an affair, brought an indescribable pleasure, shrouded in a forbidden yet thrilling elegance. I slowly pulled my mother’s slender body into my arms, feeling her body temperature, my eyes fixed on her beautiful face with her eyes closed. While kissing her, I poured all my love and desire into it, carefully and warmly, wanting to record this moment and make it eternal.

However, my mother clearly felt unusually uneasy. She thought this would be a short-term disqualification, and that it would end quickly and calm her abnormal heartbeat. But my kiss with her showed no signs of stopping.

My lips were pressed against hers, as if I wanted to convey all my unspeakable love to her through this kiss. The tension in my mother’s body clearly showed the inner struggle and panic. The skin under her hand began to sweat slightly, and her lips were deeply filled with my sweet heat, but her heart seemed to be tense to the extreme.

This kiss should have condensed the warmth and love of the usual days, but at this moment it swayed into a kind of unknown joy. Between sorrow and joy, between son and lover, between taboo and desire, our souls resonated and were uneasy. I kissed my mother’s lips endlessly, as if I was determined to break all the shackles of anxiety.

The quiet room and the silent wedding photos, under the soft light, bear witness to this act that violates ethical boundaries and the delicate and complex emotions between mother and child.

The passionate kiss deeply influenced my mother’s mind, but the battle between impulse and law in just a few minutes finally won the upper hand. I felt my mother’s hands slightly exerting force and pushing me away along my chest. Suddenly, there was a silence that disappeared, like cold water instantly pouring all my enthusiasm.

I glimpsed my mother’s chest rising and falling, her lungs panting rapidly in protest against the unexpected hurricane, and her cheeks and lips flushed. Her eyes, once a gentle ocean, now stirred up a chaotic storm. She didn’t dare to look me in the eye, as if avoiding my gaze, afraid to see a shadow of sin.

“Let’s end it here, John... We... can’t go on like this...” Mom whispered shyly. She didn’t scold loudly or get angry. She used a coquettish tone, as if she was trying to soften this rebellious situation in the last attempt.

But I felt unwilling to accept her gentle rejection when the surging desires in my heart had not yet been fully expressed.

“Mom... kiss me for a little longer... okay?” I begged in a barely audible voice, as if I was reluctant to leave, or a naughty child craving for the last pampering. There was a little more pleading and reluctance in my eyes, which was the desire for pleasure after tasting the sweetness of the forbidden fruit.

Mom’s hesitation was only for a moment, and I didn’t give her much time to react. I quickly leaned over and kissed her red lips again. Mom’s lips closed weakly, and I used the tip of my tongue to pry open the tightly closed door, and a bright fruity aroma mixed with a soft tea aroma came to my face.

Under my resolute attack, my mother’s mouth had to be forced to spread outward. Her tongue wanted to evade, but I chased it relentlessly and shuttled in and out wantonly. My tongue explored and entered, intertwined with hers, and no matter how she tried to escape, I chased her wantonly. Her weakness gave me a kind of plundering pleasure.

As the kiss deepened, my mother’s body gradually lost its resistance and became more and more compliant, allowing me to press her under me. She struggled slightly, but no matter what, she could not break free from my firm will. In my passionate and loving kiss, she gradually gave in, her shoulders sank gently, and let gravity bring her gentle fall on the bed.

The pleading, weak moans that escaped from her mouth were filled with fear and anticipation, helplessness and unspoken admiration. Every little syllable seemed to silently tell of her changing mood, filling the air with joyful and complex emotions, and became a witness to this secret interaction.

Just as my mother’s inner conflict and grievances gradually condensed, and she was ready to give up resistance in this chaos, I seemed to sense some throbbing, so I stopped the long kiss at the right time. I slightly loosened my arms and stepped back a little bit, observing my mother’s slightly flustered face from being caressed.

Her face was lightly blushing, like the spring clouds stained with a little bit of peach blossoms, her breathing was still a little disordered, but she had a bit more clarity after just returning from the fog. Looking at her bright eyes that she didn’t dare to look into because of shyness, I couldn’t help but raise the corners of my mouth and tease her mischievously in a light and coquettish tone: “Mom~Your mouth is so sweet, thank you, Mom... This is the best reward I have ever received.”

As soon as the words fell, the air seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Mom was silent with a complicated look in her eyes, as if she was digesting everything that had just happened. However, in my half-hearted but sincere gratitude, it seemed that the seal had been gently lifted. She knew in her heart that this was not just a kiss, but also contained all my unspoken but meaningful emotions. When she lowered her eyes uncertainly and sighed softly, although she didn’t know how to end it, her motherly love made her seem to be tolerant of any harm I did to her. In this special and chaotic relationship between mother and son, words have become a little powerless.

My mother’s brief trance was broken by my naughty and gratuitous sweet words, and she finally came back to her senses.

The confusion in her eyes gradually dissipated like smoke, revealing a reproachful look. Her face blushed with a bit of seriousness: “John...how can you...be like this...” Her voice changed, and she said seriously: “I am your...mother.”

It was a tone of anger and resentment, but with a hint of weakness, like a willow swaying in the spring breeze, seemingly strong and aggressive, but actually pitifully weak. I put on a cynical smile, gently hugged my mother’s weak shoulders with my broad arms, and said coquettishly with a playful smile: “Mom, you agreed to let me kiss you... You didn’t say I can’t use my tongue.” I pouted and smiled, with an innocent and playful tone, as if trying to find a suitable excuse to escape this battle between love and responsibility.

My mother was obviously amused by my cute and helpless attitude. The unexpected answer made her not know how to react for a moment. She sighed helplessly, her eyes full of love and annoyance for her son. Although she realized that she should not tolerate such words and deeds that challenged the bottom line of ethics, she could not resist the calmness and gentleness of a woman’s nature. When facing the rogue of her own child, she seemed to soften her heart.

“Mom, if you don’t go cook, I’ll starve to death...” I pretended to be chattering, hugged my mother’s soft waist tightly with both hands, rested my chin on her shoulder, put on a pitiful expression, and there was a bit of mischief at the corners of my mouth.

Hearing what I said, my mother finally smiled with ease, getting rid of the previous embarrassment. She patted my arm gently and looked at me lovingly: “Okay... do it now.” Her tone returned to the familiar gentleness of the housewife, but at the same time, it was like a queen who was high above, easily switching roles with the calmness and determination of the head of the family.

Mom broke free from my embrace and walked lightly towards the kitchen. Her pace was neither fast nor slow, revealing the leisure and comfort of home life. The air seemed to be filled with her elegant fragrance lingering around my nose. I admired Mom’s graceful posture as she walked from behind, and my heart inevitably felt a little warm.

Chapter 2

Dinner was ready, the aroma of food filled the air, and the warmth of home became stronger under the warm yellow light. Dad’s return home broke the world that belonged only to my mom and me in the kitchen, and expanded the atmosphere to a more harmonious and warm family dinner.

Our family of three sat around the dining table, talking to each other in a relaxed and pleasant manner, with laughter occasionally interspersed with intimate family topics. The daily warmth was performed on the small dining table, with Dad’s laughter, Mom’s fingers gently touching the bowl and chopsticks, and the slight sound when food was picked up from the dish, all forming a symphony of our life.

However, in this warm scene, whenever I caught a glimpse of my father’s figure, I couldn’t help but feel a complex emotion in my heart. It was a feeling of guilt - because of the inappropriate cross-overs and my improper thoughts about my mother in the afternoon; it was excitement - because the secret of the violation made the desire in my heart even hotter.

The atmosphere of the dinner was so harmonious, but the waves in my heart inevitably added some hidden turmoil. The ordinary interactions between my father and mother became somewhat provocative in my opinion, because they were ordinary and invisibly concealed this fascinating adventure. I have always experienced pain and happiness, and I experienced a strange pleasure in the wandering of this emotion.

I gently started the conversation and occasionally made one or two unintentional jokes. The time spent with my family filled this small home with a happy atmosphere. But while chatting and laughing with my father, I suddenly said to my mother in an inaudible voice: “Mom, the snack you made today was really delicious, especially... the secret recipe. I really want to try it again.”

I blinked provocatively, the implication of my words was self-evident.

Just one sentence, but underneath the simple appearance, there was a secret between the two of us. Mom was stunned. When she heard this, the cutlery in her hand trembled slightly, and her wrist also shook uncomfortably.

She glanced at me, her eyes couldn’t hide the panic for a moment, and there was a wet wave in her eyes, like the shimmering light of water. Her cheeks were slightly stained with a light blush, like a flower in the snow. What was clear was that my indifferent words were like a key, quietly touching the tension and anxiety in her heart.

A piece of small dish slipped from the corner of her mouth, and while picking it up, she lowered her head slightly to hide her sudden embarrassment. She then smiled softly and responded to her father’s topic and shifted her gaze, hiding our instant eye contact, but it also seemed to convey the implicit signal that made people’s heart beat faster.

And in this ordinary chat, our hesitant whispers seemed to have planted a silent agreement: the secret just now will always belong to me and my mother.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became increasingly lively with the family’s communication. I suddenly said with pride, “Dad, I got 90 points in the math test this time, ranking top three in the class. Mom has already given me a reward. What reward are you going to give me?” As I said that, I couldn’t help but turn to my mother and blinked mischievously, as if teasing her with that suggestive look, knowing full well what the “reward” for this afternoon would be.

After hearing what I said, my father’s face was full of excitement and pride. He generously announced: “Well done, John. Your performance this time is indeed worthy of a reward. Your pocket money for this month will be doubled!” After that, he asked my mother in confusion, “Honey, what reward did you give John?”

The next moment, I noticed that my mother was barely noticeable in her stiffness before she answered. Her face was slightly distorted for a moment. Was it guilt? Or embarrassment? While her mouth was curled up in a smile, her eyes revealed a naked avoidance, as if she was afraid of having a secret in her heart seen through.

There was a hint of confusion and anxiety on the mother’s face, but she managed to keep her emotions steady, avoiding the meaningful eye contact just now, and tried her best to maintain a serious tone in front of the father: “I rewarded my son... I took him out to play for a day. Children should go out more and feel the nature.” Although her words were steady as usual, one could feel that she was worried from the slight tremor.

Even though my father was too busy to come home often, he still cared about his son’s growth. He didn’t notice the tacit understanding between mother and son, but simply expressed his recognition and encouragement to me with more pocket money. I was happy about the pocket money, but deep in my heart, I was tasting a different kind of uneasiness and expectation for my mother’s complicated inner drama at the moment.

“Mom, it’s settled, I want to go to Disneyland...” I spoke with a childlike innocence, my eyes sparkling, with a hint of mischief mixed in the clarity. I deliberately prolonged my voice, as if silently reminding my mother of the secret deal between us.

When my mother heard what I said, she was obviously a little caught off guard by this sudden request, but I could see that she was trying her best to maintain her dignified mother image, even though there was undoubtedly a wave of turmoil in her heart. She coughed a little awkwardly, then nodded hesitantly, and her eyes met mine for a moment, and we both understood the other’s heart.

“Of course, John.” Mom smiled gently, but the luster in her eyes was a bit complicated. She turned her head to face Dad and said, “Honey, what do you think? How about taking John to Disneyland for a visit?”

When she said this, she tried to keep her voice steady, but I could feel the faint vibration in her voice, revealing a hint of tension and guilt.

In their eyes, I was an innocent child who had never noticed the contradictions and struggles in the hearts of adults. Hidden under the harmonious words was the extremely close bond between mother and son that we could understand each other. Perhaps, only in that place full of fantasy and happiness could we temporarily forget the secrets in our hearts and the boundaries between family affection.

At night, the room was silent, with only the rustling sound of leaves outside the window accompanying my idle thoughts before falling asleep.

Lying on the bed, I closed my eyes, and the kiss with my mother in the afternoon involuntarily emerged in my mind. It was a feeling mixed with taboo and passion, which passed through my body like an electric current, making my heart beat faster, and it was imprinted in the depths of my memory and could not be erased.

In the dim room, the quilt is warm and safe. My hand involuntarily rests on my lips. I can still seem to feel the residual warmth of those delicate lips. My heart is filled with hot memories and longings... With a myriad of thoughts in my mind, I hug the pillow tightly in the dark night. Loneliness and longing spread in the darkness. The silent room gives me more space to imagine all kinds of plots connected to the past.

In the parents’ room not far away, everything seemed to have quieted down. In the dead of night, Dad’s breathing became even and loud. After finishing the hurried and routine intimate behavior, he escaped into the dreamland, while Mom was left sitting alone by the bed.

In the dim light, my mother quietly stared at the vaguely visible roof. Under the outline, her usually gentle and steady face now looked a little lonely, with a hidden helplessness between her brows. Her mind was full of contradictions and a sense of loss due to unmet needs. She knew that she should be satisfied with having an ordinary and stable family, but sometimes, the loneliness of not fully meeting the most basic needs still made her unable to calm down.

On such nights, my mother and I spent our time in an empty silence. She might be thinking about the meaning of that little intimate moment with me, or how to improve her relationship with her father; and I was filled with nostalgia for my mother and various fantasies about the future. In this quiet night, we walked together in our own labyrinth of thoughts, highlighting our two desires, echoing and resonating with each other in the darkness.

The tranquility of the night was broken by the sudden movement of my awakening. My consciousness returned from my deep sleep, and I squinted slightly through the dusk light, feeling the urge to urinate. I got up from the bed quietly, barefoot, carefully opened the door, and walked to the bathroom cautiously, for fear of waking up others.

Passing by the laundry basket, under the faint moonlight, I unexpectedly saw the flesh-colored pantyhose that my mother had worn during the day quietly left in the laundry basket. My heartbeat quickened. I looked around to make sure that my parents were safe and sound in their sleep. I reached out my hand with anticipation and slight trembling, and carefully picked up the seductive and delicate thing.

The moment I picked up the stockings, I felt the familiar texture between my fingers. It was soft and elastic, carrying infinite tenderness and my mother’s unique warm body fragrance, which stimulated my deep desire. An irresistible impulse surged in my heart, and I quickly brought it to my nose and took a deep breath. The familiar and rippling fragrance instantly filled my senses.

In this joy and excitement, my lower body could not help but become erect quickly, and I felt an indescribable enthusiasm bursting out from my heart. After making sure that my parents were deeply asleep, I held the stockings tightly, carefully retreated to the bathroom, and quickly locked the door. In this most private and safe space, the dim light illuminated the secret behavior that was about to unfold. My heart was beating like a drum, and I couldn’t help but smile eagerly on my face. Every cell in my body seemed to be filled with anticipation and excitement. At this time, there was only me, my mother’s stockings, and this silent night.

Under the cold light of the toilet, I was driven by some primitive impulse. Holding the stockings that were full of endless emotions, I stroked its delicate texture like a massage, carefully feeling why it could perfectly wrap my mother’s plump and elegant legs. The silky touch seemed to make me feel that I was not just touching a piece of clothing, but that it was exactly the same as my mother’s fascinating body.

Under the stimulation of my tender fingertips, the scene in my imagination became vivid, as if I was holding my mother’s slender legs in my arms, her delicate skin was tightly fitted by the neat stockings, and through the stockings I could feel the smooth and tight curve, as well as the dark rhythm created by it.

Suddenly, an inexplicable impulse came to my mind. I gently put the stockings to my nose. The fragrance became more intoxicating and filled my mind in an instant. A thought that was forbidden but extremely desirable occupied all my reason. I hesitated for a moment, then as if making a decision, I pressed the stockings to my lips, closed my eyes and licked the light salty taste on the stockings with the tip of my tongue.

In this brief and silent licking, there is the bitterness left by my mother’s busy day and the slightly salty taste of her warm skin. Each taste is like the opium in a poppy flower, which makes me addicted. “Salty with a hint of sweetness” is not only a taste that can be analyzed on a physical level, but also accompanies my desire and fantasy, turning into an unspeakable emotion that blooms on the tip of my tongue.

In this closed little world, I was able to release my deep affection and joy. I was intoxicated in the fantasy I had created, but the outside world remained silent. Deep in this secret garden of my own, I continued to explore every mysterious taste that my mother had given me.

I anxiously struggled to free myself from my pants, and threw them aside with an uncontrollable excitement. I sat on the cold toilet seat, but my waist moved hotly and uncontrollably, and my hands trembled as I freed the erect penis from my underwear.

The stockings wrapped in the warm and moist palms became the catalyst for my desire. Without hesitation, I put the stockings containing my mother’s ambiguous message on my swollen penis. However, this simple act of wrapping immediately triggered a series of reactions deep in my body.

My penis was tightly surrounded by the smooth silk, and the traces and temperature of my mother’s day seemed to penetrate through this thin fabric and penetrate into my most sensitive nerves. I slowly stroked up and down, and in the quiet space, only my heavy breathing and the subtle sound of skin rubbing against stockings were left, gradually covering up the slight dripping of the water pipe.

From the inner desire to the words, I whispered, Mom, I want you, you are mine... No one can take you away from me, I want you to be my woman forever... These words were repeated over and over again, and the intensity gradually deepened. It was a declaration of possession and an expression of emotions that could not be extricated. The precious stockings and my thoughts that were on the edge of morality were entangled in this stuffy space. I injected all my care and desire into this silk fantasy that belonged only to me and my mother through every strong stroke of my hand.

I held my mother’s stockings tightly, and as my movements accelerated, the tide of desire in my mind flooded, and every fantasy of collision was like feeling the warmth of my mother. The reason buried deep in my heart told me weakly that I must not leave any marks on my mother’s stockings, otherwise the secret would be exposed early.

However, the desire of the body was like a violent storm, which had completely surpassed the control of reason. I was lost in this surging emotion and let my instinct take over, thrusting my penis deep into my mother’s stockings. The illusion was so realistic that it seemed as if I had penetrated my mother’s soft lilac womb.

In the extreme excitement, I finally lost control. Wave after wave of semen found an outlet to vent in the repression, and the pleasure of the impact reached its peak at this moment. Countless fantasies finally became reality. In the most hidden desire in my heart, my mother’s stockings became the only object of appeal.

The stockings became a container for my strong feelings for my mother, and they were quickly soaked by the hot and turbid semen.

I seemed to be able to feel every spurt, every wave of liquid. After everything was over, I found with chagrin and nakedness that the originally pure stockings had been completely stained by semen, and the meaning of its dampness and color was self-evident.

I suddenly woke up from the impulse and said to myself loudly, “Not good”, with panic and fear in my heart. Realizing this irreversible negligence, the subsequent sobriety and self-blame swept over my almost exhausted spirit like a tide. I stared blankly at the beautiful pantyhose that were contaminated and the liquid dripping on the cold floor. My heart was instantly filled with anxiety and I didn’t know what to do.

I stood in the humid bathroom, looking around anxiously, wanting to clean up the traces and evidence I had left as quickly as possible. I quickly took the toilet paper and carefully wiped off the residue on the stockings and the floor. My movements were clumsy and hasty, for fear of leaving any traces behind.

Once the scene seemed beyond investigation, I hastily piled up my messed-up clothes and fled back to my room. The moment I entered the room, I fell heavily on the bed without even turning off the lights, letting the waves of tension and guilt swallow my fragile heart.

In the darkness of the night, I curled up in the corner of the bed, silently entangled with the pillow and quilt. My heart was filled with guilt and self-blame towards my mother; every time her gentle and loving image flashed in my mind, it was like a sharp knife stabbing my heart, causing me unbearable pain. I tried my best to get rid of those unbearable thoughts, hoping to get a moment of peace in sleep.

Finally, in the midst of confused thoughts and painful torment, I fell into a deep sleep, and fell into a dreamless night with deep guilt and longing for my mother and myself.

The next day, my mother got up early as usual. With the faint morning light in the room, she stepped out of the cozy bedroom with a smile on her face ready to greet the new day. She stretched, opened the door to the bathroom, walked to the laundry basket, and prepared to start a day of laundry.

In the laundry basket, my mother saw a pile of clothes she had worn yesterday, and she sorted and selected them easily with her familiar and deft hands until her eyes fixed on the pair of stockings she had carefully selected yesterday. She noticed some unusual stains, and was first slightly stunned, and then showed a suspicious expression.

She gently picked up the stockings and turned them over to observe for a moment. Like a careful detective, her brows furrowed slightly. Following her intuition, she brought the stockings close to her nose and took a deep breath. After smelling the unique masculine scent, she finally understood the whole story in an instant.

A trace of shyness and helplessness suddenly appeared on her face, and her frown revealed the wisdom of age and the tolerance of a mother. She first adjusted her glasses, then whispered to herself, “This child, really... has grown up...”

There was a barely perceptible bitterness and sigh at the corner of his mouth.

My mother’s expression instantly revealed a complex mood, with tenderness for peeping into her child’s secret growth, and she couldn’t help thinking about how to properly handle this embarrassing and precious moment. She gently put the stockings back into the laundry basket...At breakfast, my mother and I sat in the warm dining room. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the soft tablecloth, adding a bit of warmth to the quiet morning. As usual, my mother prepared a delicious breakfast for me. There was milk and bread on the table, as well as fried eggs that my mother made with care.

I looked at my mother while eating breakfast. She was still dressed neatly this morning, with her long black hair combed neatly, and her gentle eyes were set off by her silver-framed glasses. The light makeup added a bit of intellectuality to her beauty, and all of this looked very warm in the morning sunshine.

Suddenly, my mother put down the coffee cup in her hand, looked at me seriously and gently, and there was a hint of imperceptible deep meaning in her tone. She slowly said: “John, I want to talk to you...”

This sudden remark made my heart tighten, and I felt that the spoon in my hand was about to lose its grip. A feeling of uneasiness silently surged into my heart - would my mother already know something? What did she want to talk to me about? My heart suddenly started pounding, and last night’s indecent behavior emerged in my mind. I forced a stiff smile at the corners of my mouth, and my body was stiff and tried to look relaxed. “Mom...Mom, what do you want to talk to me about?” My voice unconsciously became a little softer, and I tried cautiously.

Mom’s cheeks were lightly flushed, and her eyes flickered, as if she was having trouble finding words, as if she was trying to find the right words to say. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner embarrassment and anxiety, then nodded slightly, made up her mind, and spoke: “John, Mom knows you are in adolescence now, but don’t do some things too often. Too much is not good for your health, understand?”

Hearing my mother’s words, I was in a state of confusion, as if a hand had grabbed my heart, and a strong sense of uneasiness enveloped the entire dining table. I didn’t even dare to look into my mother’s eyes, fearing that her gaze would penetrate into my soul and reveal the secrets deep in my heart. My cheeks instantly burned, and my heartbeat pounded violently in my chest. “Mom? What are you talking about?” My voice was a little artificial and immature, pretending to be confused and trying to hide my panic.

The mother’s face flushed again, and the complaints in her eyes seemed to have melted away, but there was still reluctance and love. “The stuff on my stockings... was it you who did it?” She was like playing a stringed instrument, and her words were direct but not at all accusatory. The mother’s voice sounded full of concern but unquestionable, full of a mother’s understanding and tolerance for her adolescent child.

Faced with my mother’s direct questioning, I could no longer hide my nervousness and embarrassment. My mind was full of thoughts. I lowered my head, like a child whose secret had been exposed. I stared at my bread crumbs, not knowing how to look at my mother. My lips moved, but I couldn’t utter a word. The complex emotions in my heart surged like a symphony. I knew that the unspeakable secret no longer existed, but I didn’t know how my mother would view me, her son who disappointed her.

Mom folded her hands on the dining table. The plates, cups and pots in front of her all reflected the warmth of home, but the atmosphere at the moment was faintly heavy. Her eyes were fixed on me, with deep emotions, as if to penetrate time and space and connect every emotional clue deep in life.

“John, Mom doesn’t blame you... You are in adolescence... It’s normal to be interested in women.”

My mother’s voice was low and slow, and every word seemed particularly serious and careful, as if she was paving the way for a serious education lesson. Then, her voice became higher and her tone became more firm: “But... you can’t... use my stockings... to do this kind of thing. It’s wrong to do this, understand?”

At this moment, my mood was in a mess. Although my mother spoke calmly, the justice contained in her words shook me to pieces. I was so ashamed that the heat on my face almost burned me. I could feel my ears getting hotter and hotter. “Mom, I’m sorry, I was wrong...” I lowered my head, my voice was so soft that it was almost whispering, and I was hoarse because of nervousness and shame. I didn’t dare to look directly into my mother’s warm but firm eyes, and I just hoped that this embarrassing moment would pass quickly.

Seeing me admitting my mistake, my mother’s eyes softened. The corners of her mouth even curled up because of my attitude of admitting my mistake. She breathed a sigh of relief. “Well... you have to learn to control yourself... try to do less of this kind of thing, and focus on studying, okay?” My mother’s words were filled with endless love, without the seriousness and worry just now. It was more like she was hinting to me that there are more important things in life that need my attention and investment.

I nodded my head, feeling the forgiveness and comfort from my mother’s eyes and words, and a big stone in my heart slowly fell to the ground. Then, my mother finally smiled sincerely, breaking the solemn atmosphere of breakfast, as if a warm sunshine penetrated the dark clouds in my heart. “Hurry up and eat, you will be late.”

My heart was so tangled and struggling at that moment. On the one hand, I felt ashamed that my mother had discovered my secret, and on the other hand, I found a glimmer of hope in the repression. My mother did not show extreme anger, but instead expressed concern and guidance. Does that mean that she was not completely unacceptable to me using her stockings? While I was full of confidence, I felt a sudden urge to break the barriers in my heart and decided to use a “bet” to try to clarify everything.

I raised my head, cleared away the fog of self-doubt, looked directly at my mother with firm eyes, and said in a firm voice with a hint of request: “Mom... I want to... quit this bad habit. Can you... supervise me?” Every word sounded like a sincere call from the bottom of my heart. In the quiet morning, I hoped that this voice could penetrate all silence and barriers.

My mother was slightly stunned at first, as if she was surprised by this unexpected request, but soon a tolerant and warm smile appeared on her face. She looked at me gently with her loving eyes, and her voice was full of encouragement and trust: “Of course... John, Mom can supervise you... help you get rid of this bad habit.”

“Well, Mom...if, if...I want to masturbate in the future...I will tell you, and I can only do it if you agree, okay? Then...you can help me control the number and frequency.” I tried my best to pretend to be helpless and looked at my mother, but I was indescribably excited. This kind of blatantly revealing such a private need in front of my mother felt like challenging some taboo boundary, and the hidden undercurrent in my heart made my breathing heavier.

Faced with my proposal, my mother obviously couldn’t respond for a while. Her eyes were slightly confused, as if she was trying to find a suitable word to respond to my unconventional request. But in the end, my mother showed a gentle smile at the corner of her mouth. She gently hugged me and nodded softly: “John... Mom will supervise you. You have good self-control... Mom will naturally agree that you can release it at the right time.”

Hearing my mother’s answer, my heartbeat accelerated a little. The sunlight shone through the window onto my mother’s body, making her look even softer and more beautiful. I swallowed my saliva, suppressed the wild joy in my heart, and tried to maintain a weak appearance, but the blush on my cheeks still betrayed my willfulness. I was grateful for my mother’s careful care and promise, and the trust and promise she showed made the joyful expectation even stronger.

In my mother’s arms, I mustered my courage and pushed through my psychological boundaries again. I asked with interest and a little desire, “Then, Mom... can I still use your stockings in the future?” My voice trembled slightly, revealing a hint of nervousness and a hint of expectation. My heart was surging, blinded by a forbidden pleasure, as if such a question gave me some kind of secret pleasure.

My mother’s face, which was originally immersed in the warm atmosphere, suddenly changed subtly. She looked at me in a slightly surprised manner, blinking her eyes, as if trying to digest the sudden question I asked. The corners of her lips trembled slightly. After a moment, she responded in a soft tone with a hint of complex emotions and a helpless smile: “John... Mom knows... This is very important to you. If this can help you... have some control, Mom... Mom can allow you to use it... in special circumstances.”

Although she revealed a little hesitation, my mother’s answer undoubtedly aroused waves of victory in me.

She didn’t want me to feel guilty for using it secretly, and she hoped that I could face this issue directly and openly. Although it was not a complete approval, at least she gave me a bridge for communication, which was her understanding and tolerance of the needs of an adolescent boy. I felt a special kind of happiness and acceptance at this moment, although it was still covered with the ribbons of morality and ethics, and also covered with the haze of adolescent curiosity and exploration. In the complex interweaving of emotions, my breathing subtly accelerated, and under my cautious mood was an irrepressible joy.

Hiding in my heart my precocious erotic fantasies and my obsession with my mother’s face, the huge pressure of abstinence exploded in me. Unable to wait, in the name of gratitude, I took advantage of my mother’s unprepared psychological defense, and suddenly approached her, kissing her red lips in an instant, as if floating by like a ghost.

At that moment, my heartbeat was like an arrow shot from a string, exciting and nervous. My strange behavior gave me unreal courage and illusion. After feeling the brief touch of my mother’s soft lips, I didn’t dare to stay and quickly ran out of the door, saying goodbye with a little bit of smugness and anxiety in my voice: “Mom, I’m going to school, bye!”

Staying where she was, my mother looked surprised, her shoulders trembling slightly, obviously surprised by my sudden and frivolous kiss. Her hand gently touched the lips that had been kissed, and her eyes showed a bit of surprise and confusion. Kindness and indulgence were intertwined in her words and deeds. The corners of her mouth showed helpless playfulness towards my wild behavior, and she murmured with a hint of tenderness that was unique to mothers: “This child, it’s really, too outrageous...” Although the words were reproachful, they were gentle, and the tolerant tone and expression on her face inadvertently revealed more of her doting and indulgence on me. She shook her head gently, but couldn’t help laughing. The corners of her mouth couldn’t help but bend up, revealing her love for me, and her eyes were full of deep maternal love. Even though she knew that I had done something out of the ordinary, she was still tolerant and understanding, with a warm and complicated heart.

Chapter 3

In this way, day after day, life continued to move forward in a regular pattern. Facing the daily routine of study, I tried to hide the complex feelings for my mother in my heart and shifted my focus and energy to textbooks and study. Since the secret communication with my mother that afternoon, it seems that there is an unspeakable tacit understanding, which has promoted the relationship between my mother and me to become closer and more open.

Whenever night falls, I still recall those sweet and exciting memories alone. During this special period of youth, the relationship between my mother and I was like a whispering sail, sailing in the ocean of warmth, crossing waves after waves.

As night fell, the table was filled with hot dishes. The three of us sat around the table, laughing and talking in the familiar atmosphere of home. A harmonious family brings prosperity. I enjoyed the warm atmosphere and the warmth of the family. However, my father’s words were like a small stone thrown into the lake, touching the calm water surface and causing ripples in the originally peaceful atmosphere.

“Wife, recently the chairman wants to transfer me to a branch company as a manager. It’s a promotion in position, but the branch company is out of town, so I may only be able to go back once a week.” My father’s words were filled with a mixture of happiness and complexity. He looked at my mother and me from time to time, as if looking for our support and understanding.

Mom was listening to this sudden news. I noticed that the chopsticks in her hand trembled slightly. After being shocked, she quickly returned to normal, with a mixture of emotions on her face. She looked at Dad, but her smile could not hide the hesitation and uneasiness in her eyes. “Really? That’s good news. Congratulations.” Mom said gently.

As I listened to their conversation, I felt the changes that this family dynamic was about to bring, and uncertainty surged in my heart. Looking at my mother, I realized that in the future, there would be only two of us at home, and an inexplicable feeling took root in my heart. The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became complicated and subtle. Although there was joy that could not be expressed in words, the worry and reluctance behind the change were also clearly visible.

Dad seemed to notice the subtle emotions hidden behind Mom’s expression. He gently held Mom’s hand and began to speak in a caring tone that only they could understand: “Dear, I know this is a big change for both of us, and I’m not happy to be away from you for a long time, but this is a great opportunity for my career development.” Dad’s eyes were full of love and apology. “I will try my best to arrange time to come back to see you every week, and we can keep in touch every day through video calls. You and John are the most important people to me, and this will not change no matter where I go.”

I could feel that Dad was trying to mitigate the impact of his impending absence, letting us know that he always cared about this family. Turning my head to look at Mom, there seemed to be a flash of relief in her eyes, and she smiled and nodded. She seemed very supportive and encouraging of Dad’s comfort and explanation: “I know, it’s not easy for you either. It’s a good thing to have such an opportunity in your career. We will all support your decision and wait for you to come home.”

On this night, the news that my father was going to work far away caused a wave of emotion in my heart. The regular life might change. When my father was away, there would be only my mother and I at home. Deep down, I unexpectedly found myself feeling a subtle excitement about the next life.

Although I tried to keep myself calm at the dinner table, I could no longer control my thoughts. I remembered the secret and ambiguous moment between my mother and me, which seemed to have become a secret between us forever. Now, deep in my heart, which I didn’t want to admit, I actually felt a sense of inexplicable anticipation for the situation where I couldn’t control my emotions.

I glanced at my mother secretly, thinking about the time we would spend together in the future, and that complex and deep feeling continued to grow in my heart. Dad’s absence might allow me to spend more time with my mother. Realizing this, I felt nervous and a little excited.

I raised my head, with a hint of youthful determination, and looked at my father: “Dad, don’t worry, I will take good care of mom for you when you are away.” Although the tone was relaxed, there was seriousness between my eyebrows. There seemed to be a more mature promise in my words than usual. This sudden sense of responsibility made my father look relieved and relieved.

When my mother heard me say this, she was a little surprised. She didn’t expect me to take the initiative to bring it up, but soon a kind and grateful smile appeared on her face. She nodded gently, as if conveying her trust and expectations of me in this simple action. The change in my mother’s eyes made my heart beat against my chest, and I felt an indescribable feeling of my heartbeat accelerating.

“Then John, I’ll leave my mother in your care from now on.” The love in my mother’s eyes and the worry as a mother intertwined, making me feel warm and nervous at the same time. I know that in the days to come, getting along with my mother will be full of challenges and new experiences. I must especially control my emotions and try not to let my mother notice my abnormality.

My promise was firm, like a gentleman, but in my heart I secretly thought, carrying another hidden meaning of emotion: “Dad, when you are away, I will not only take good care of Mom in life, but also take good care of your beloved wife in a man’s way, in a way that no one knows. Under my protection, she will not be alone, and I will show maturity and responsibility everywhere. My heart can’t help but wish that when you return, Liu Mengruo in front of you will no longer be just your wife. Perhaps, she will have a new secret identity - she will also be my woman.”

I realized that my thoughts had crossed the boundaries between mother and son. For a fleeting moment, the thought made me feel sweet and guilty at the same time. I tried my best to hide my inner turmoil, and my face showed only my love and support for my family as always. But deep in my heart, I carefully sealed off the obscene and bold selfishness, not letting it leak out even a trace.

The night was gentle, and the lights in the house showed my mother carefully packing my father’s luggage. She selected clothes and some daily necessities, and every time she touched my father’s clothes, it was as if she was pouring out her care and advice.

“Don’t forget to bring this sweater with you. The weather outside is unpredictable, so keeping warm is important.” Mom gently instructed, her fingers running over the texture of the clothes, as if stroking the track of time. She turned her head and looked at Dad, her eyes full of affection and concern.

As I watched from the sidelines, I actually felt a little bitter. Was it because I was jealous of my mother’s tenderness that belonged only to my father? Her caring and thoughtful appearance formed a sharp contrast with the seriousness and alienation in daily life. Why did I feel uncomfortable with this intimate scene between my mother and father?

I tried to suppress my inappropriate feelings, but I couldn’t deny that when I looked at my mother’s tender and affectionate side, a wave of jealousy lingered in my heart. Every gentle advice was like a knife dancing in the secret corner of my heart. I hoped to return to the days when she and I were alone, looking forward to the care and love that belonged to me.

In my mind, that special feeling of being touched and longing kept coming up. I told myself that I couldn’t reveal these thoughts, but I couldn’t hide the longing deep in my heart. I stood quietly in the corner, watching my mother carefully sorting out each piece of clothing for my father. Her gentle movements, caring expression, and tenderness in her eyes made her particularly moving. At this moment, a strong determination quietly rose in my heart. I wanted to get my mother, completely and completely.

In this hidden corner, the undercurrent of my vows made my heart beat faster. “Mom, no matter what, I must get you, not only your love, your body, but also your heart.” In silence, my heart was like the deep sea before a storm, magnificent yet secret and silent.

“I will be the one who understands you the most. I will nourish you with all my warmth and care, and nourish your body with my youthful desires.” This secret promise made me full of desire for the empty seat next to my mother.

“No matter how outstanding my dad is, I will snatch you away from him, become your everything, and make you belong to me alone in the end.” I silently recited this oath in my heart. At that moment, I even felt that I was capable of competing with my dad.

Dad may never think that the timid and dependent son he knew well has now planted a domineering and passionate seed in his heart. And mom, her elegant figure brings me infinite fantasy and feelings, which makes me unable to calm down every night.

After putting away the last piece of luggage, my mother paused. She turned and looked at my father who had stood up. Her eyes were filled with longing and expectation. She bit her lips lightly, and a barely perceptible blush slowly appeared on her face. A tacit understanding that only belongs to husband and wife spread in the air.

“John, it’s getting late. You should go to your room and sleep first. Mom and Dad have something to discuss.” There was unquestionable determination in the gentle voice.

Although I was somewhat reluctant, I did not stay too long. I turned back to my room with a little frustration, secretly paying attention to my parents’ movements. I saw my mother gently holding my father’s hand, lowering her head, as if she was speaking a silent language. Then they disappeared into the bedroom together, followed by two crisp “clicks”, which was the sound of the door lock closing, and it was also a sign that a certain bottom line in my heart was about to be broken.

The bedroom door was closed. I imagined what was happening inside, and how my father could give my mother the emotional catharsis and physical warmth she had longed for. I couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable anxiety and resentment. That was my mother, and I wished I could be the one to give her comfort!

Through the closed wooden door of the bedroom, I felt a complex mix of emotions that I had never experienced before. This feeling of being ignored and concealed made me embarrassed. My mother and father were just on the other side of the wall, and her deep affection and tenderness were shown to him without reservation. All of this stimulated my fragile and angry heart.

In this forbidden imagination, I felt deeply betrayed and my possessiveness was growing. “Mom, Mom...” I almost cried out in my heart. I felt like a son abandoned in a dark corner, or a lover about to explode. It was a ridiculous and absurd identity dislocation.

A strong impulse surged in my heart, as if a burning fire was burning every nerve ending in my body. “I want everything from you, Mom. I want more than just your love...” I imagined her sexy and charming body. I swallowed my saliva and could even feel my heartbeat quicken. “I will possess you completely, your smile, your tenderness, your body, and all your love.”

In the imaginary scene, I pushed my desire forward with all my strength, an inexplicable desire to embed myself deep in her womb, leaving my unique mark. “Should I inject my passion into my mother’s warm body, so that she feels more strongly about me than anyone else?” I asked myself frantically. “Let every drop of semen become a sacred contract linking us, and turn the love in my heart into my mark in her body, so resolute...”

Across this corner of the room, in the quiet of the night, I tiptoed to the door of my parents’ room like a shadow. I had a complex emotion of curiosity, expectation and uneasiness, and my ears were pressed against the door panel, trying to capture the private sounds that passed through the layers of wooden door.

There were suppressed noises coming from inside, as if I could hear the slight creaking of the bed, and the slight sigh of my father when his potential was exhausted. I could imagine that my mother’s bright eyes were full of helplessness and disappointment, and the satisfaction she longed for deep in her heart was once again shattered.

“I’m sorry, honey, I really can’t do it today...” Dad’s apology came through the crack in the door.

I heard my mother’s gentle voice, as usual, her voice was full of tolerance and understanding. “It’s okay, husband, we are all very tired, let’s go to bed early.”

I can almost see her waving goodbye under the cold moonlight, and my mother’s heart sinking again with my father’s desire. The gentleness on the surface can’t hide the increasingly urgent desire in her heart - her acceptance and understanding of emotions far outweighs the desire for a moment.

My inner drama was very complicated, with an indescribable sense of satisfaction and the ambition to take it for myself. “Mom, once again, Dad has brought you disappointment. And this is exactly the moment to prove myself, to prove that I can give you a different kind of nourishment and a different kind of endurance.” I gave myself confidence and strength in my imagination.

I couldn’t help but feel my deep desire for my mother becoming more and more clear. “Wait for me, Mom. I will make up for all the satisfaction and caress you haven’t received. I want you to be completely addicted to my cock...

“This is the call of inner conversion, mixed with the tender watch of the night.

My mother’s trembling comfort and my father’s frustration became the driving force for my pursuit. When the soft sighs gradually dissipated with the night wind, I knew that my time would come... That night, my mother’s unsatisfaction was like a thin layer of polysaccharide in the refrigerator. And I was a vague shadow eager to possess everything, quietly waiting for the night to belong.

Just like that, my dad went on a business trip, and only my mom and I were left at home. My mom took out the photo album that she had treasured for a long time, which contained her and my dad’s wedding photos, and placed it on the coffee table in the living room. It seemed that she always stopped what she was doing inadvertently, sat quietly on the sofa, her eyes penetrating the young smiles in the photos and projecting them to somewhere farther away.

I can see a hint of sadness and depth in my mother’s eyes, as if she is standing in the tunnel of time, looking back at the warm scenes of the past, while also facing the emptiness of reality. The eyes that were once full of life now look a little melancholy and confused, as if asking herself, where is the partner who once shared the same heart and went through the difficulties together? And as time goes by, can the passion and intimacy lost in the marriage be regained?

Every time I see my mother like this from behind, an uncontrollable shock would silently surge into my heart.

It was a complex emotion, mixed with sympathy, admiration and a secret sense of satisfaction. “Why is Mom so lonely when Dad is not around...” Deep in my heart, I thought of the image I had painted for my mom.

I know that my mother has always had great expectations and desires for passionate emotional energy, but she is helpless in a life that goes against her wishes. Every time I see a slight disappointment flashing in my mother’s eyes, the hesitation and powerlessness in her heart as a son will be replaced by a kind of determination and impulse. “Mom, if I can, I will use my own way to smooth out the sadness on your face...” I tacitly agreed in my heart that I want to protect my mother and let her be happy again.

The hidden desire is like an undercurrent in the deep sea, stirring my heart and stirring up turbulence. “Should I show my calmness and become an arm you can rely on? How I want you to see the hope and companionship of the future in my eyes...” At this moment, I wish I could be brave and strong enough to really pull her back from this endless longing to joy and warmth. I want to be my mother’s guardian so that she is no longer alone.

It was another late night, and I called my mother into the room. She trusted me so much that she had no defense. The only light in the room reflected on her face, and that familiar and kind smile was the symbol of maternal love that I knew well.

“John, look, this question should be solved like this...” Mom tilted her head and gently slid her fingertips across the pages of the book, looking focused and gentle.

As I sat on the chair, I was distracted by my mother’s concentration. I saw not only words and numbers, but also her long legs wrapped in flesh-colored pantyhose. It was as if the magic of temptation was released between her half-covered face and her holding the lute, making it difficult for me to control myself.

My heartbeat gradually accelerated, and my eyes occasionally left the textbook. Although I hesitated, it seemed to be out of my control, secretly shaking the perfect tightness and curve. My heart was filled with guilt and panic, but also mixed with indescribable excitement and desire.

“Mom, you are so kind. You care about every confusion I have...” My gratitude and admiration for my mother were intertwined and strengthened in my heart, and at the same time, a very bold idea was slowly growing. “If I take this opportunity to go one step further...” At this moment, I had to suppress my desire to avoid my mother noticing my abnormality.

I forced myself to focus on my mother’s explanation, but her every move was like an exquisite and addictive melody, which made me unconsciously lost, and the battle in my heart became more and more intense. I knew that this interaction between mother and son was inadvertently touching the deepest secrets in my heart.

My mother’s eyes fell on mine, and she detected my abnormality gently but keenly, “John, what’s wrong? Are you worried about something?”

My heart tightened, but I soon realized that this was an opportunity to show myself. “Mom, I... I have something to tell you.” I began hesitantly, trying to hide my embarrassment. At the same time, my eyes stared at my mother’s face, seeking a little courage and strength.

My mother really took the bait. Her eyes were full of concern and patience, and she seemed ready to listen to my troubles at any time.

I took a deep breath and gathered all my courage. “Mom, I promised you not to masturbate, but...

I feel like I can’t take it anymore. I haven’t had sexual release for a long time, and I feel so depressed.”

When my mother heard this, she was slightly shocked and confused, and her eyes flashed with a complex color. “John, that... this is a completely normal physiological need...” She stammered, as if she was looking for the right words to respond to my confession.

In the hesitation and thinking between my mother’s words, I saw her struggle of love. At this moment, I threw away all my conservative concerns, gathered all my excitement, and in fact, my feelings for my mother were also revealed in my words. The call from the bottom of my heart, burning with desire, really hoped to find the comfort and relief that only belongs to mature emotional communication through this allowed boundary.

I avoided her gaze slightly, my voice filled with request and expectation: “Well, Mom…we agreed before that when I want to masturbate, I will tell you…I can only masturbate if you agree. I…I want to masturbate now.” Just by saying this request, my face couldn’t help but flush, my heartbeat quickened, and my whole body unconsciously tensed up.

Mom frowned slightly and observed me carefully, then her expression relaxed, as if she was well aware of my current situation: “Well, John, Mom knows that you have been enduring recently... and you have good self-control. It is normal to have such needs during adolescence. Mom respects your feelings and agrees to your request.”

Having said that, my mother gently stroked my hair. I could feel her delicate touch and loving eyes, but then she straightened her clothes, slowly stood up and prepared to leave, obviously to leave me the necessary private space.

I took a step forward and grabbed my mother’s wrist as she was about to get up and leave. My movements were sudden and urgent, with a hint of nervousness and desire. “Mom... you said... if I... behave well, you can use your stockings to do that...” I said, my voice choking slightly, my eyes fixed on my mother. I knew it was a risky request, but the desire beyond my control made me ignore everything.

My mother’s body froze, obviously not expecting me to make such a bold request. She looked at me steadily, with a hint of disbelief in her eyes, as if she was weighing how to respond to me. After a moment, she sighed, and a slight blush flashed across her cheeks, probably because she thought that her stockings would be used for such a private matter.

Finally, she nodded slowly, “Okay... John, Mom remembers that I promised you.” Her tone was gentle, with some helplessness, but also seemed to be understanding. Such favor even made me feel a little proud and excited.

I held my mother’s hand tightly, feeling so grateful that I was a little incoherent, knowing full well that her love and affection was enough to transcend the conventional boundaries between mother and son. At that moment, the air in the room was filled with the infatuation and dependence unique to adolescent boys.

My mother’s expression seemed to become more complicated, but she still didn’t say anything and turned to the bedroom. I couldn’t wait to follow my mother’s back, and I kept picturing the scenes that made me extremely excited at the moment. During the few minutes I waited for my mother to come back, my heart was beating like a drum and my palms were sweaty.

Soon, my mother came back with a new pair of stockings in her hand. I hesitated for a moment, then looked up at my mother and said, “Mom, I want the one on your leg.” My throat was a little dry, my tone was a little trembling, and my eyes revealed an urgency that I couldn’t get.

Mom looked at me, her expression was full of complex emotions. She seemed to swallow hard, took a deep breath, and finally sat down slowly and began to take off her flesh-colored stockings. Her movements were graceful and slow, as if she was doing a sacred ritual. The flesh-colored stockings slowly slid down her slender legs, revealing Mom’s creamy skin, and the faint lines of her legs could be seen. After quietly enjoying the process, Mom finally took off the stockings completely from her feet and handed them to me with both hands.

When I received the stockings taken off by my mother herself, the close-fitting warmth and subtle fragrance made my heart surge with joy and excitement. My fingers trembled slightly as I tightly grasped the stockings, almost unable to suppress the joy and gratitude in my heart.

Mom turned and left, her light footsteps carrying a sense of reserve and elegance. Her hand gently brushed the door handle, and as she pushed the door to close, Mom’s voice rang out again, hastily cutting through the silence and calm. I noticed Mom’s slight hesitation, and her body moved slightly, as if she was trying to find a balance point in her psychological struggle.

“John, go to bed early after you finish, and...” My mother’s voice paused slightly in this sentence. I could feel a hint of complex emotions hidden in her beautiful eyes, which were inconsistent with her usual serious teacher image. Her barely perceptible frown revealed her inner fluctuations at that moment.

“Well... after you use it, don’t throw it away. Remember to put it in the bathroom. Mom will need it again...” She finally said this, her tone carrying a slight sense of helplessness and gentleness, as well as a subtle tacit understanding, and then she gently closed the door.

When I heard my mother’s words, my face became hot and the blood in my body seemed to be ignited in an instant. My mother’s tone of silent tolerance deeply touched me, and an indescribable emotion intertwined in my chest. Was it shame?

Was it excitement? Or a complex mixture of both? This was no longer just the abstinence from a few days ago, but it was like years of desire being released in an instant.

The corner of her lips revealed a curve brighter than a star. I held the stockings with my mother’s body temperature, as if I was holding everything. At this moment, my heart was full of gratitude and joy. This flesh-colored stockings is not only a symbol of my mother’s tolerance, it seems to have become a mysterious bond, connecting me with something subtle in the depths of my mother’s heart. I know that on this private night, I will be alone with my mother’s love.

In the silent room, after a few seconds, the long-suppressed emotions and desires burst out like a flood. I forgot everything and released my desires, feeling the pleasure and depth of each pulse. The vigorous energy in my young body surged out at this moment, warm and sticky, almost instantly wetting the entire soft flesh-colored pantyhose.

At this moment, I no longer felt any guilt or shame, because I knew that my mother had acquiesced to my behavior. I carefully spread out the stockings stained with my marks and placed them in the most conspicuous place in the bathroom. Every detail seemed to be a ritual. Although the bathroom was silent, I seemed to be able to hear my accelerated heartbeat, because I thought about what might happen next.

I can imagine my mother’s expression when she opened the bathroom door and looked at the stockings that were obviously different from the ordinary ones. The slight shock might be mixed with the entanglement of not knowing what to do. And I, even if I was just imagining it, felt an indescribable stimulation and excitement. Involuntarily, a sense of satisfaction and excitement hidden deep in my heart spread out, because this was a little-known secret communication between us, and this kind of spiritual communication gave me a strange sense of closeness.

My heart was on the verge of losing control, but those warm eyes and that soft and understanding voice became the floodgates for my emotions. I hid in the night, immersed in this secret little script that belonged only to my mother and me, enjoying the pleasure and suspense of the inner drama that was hard to tell whether it was true or false.

Under the night, I fell into the turmoil of dreams, and in the silent shadows, I wove a dream of light and shadow. I felt as if I was surrounded by a gentle force, and my arms were tightly embracing my mother’s legs in stockings and graceful lines. The touch in the dream was so real and delicate that I didn’t want to wake up.

In this fantasy, I kept releasing my desires and wants between my mother’s soft and silky legs, and she seemed so tolerant, as if she understood all my impulses and accepted every bit of my enthusiasm. Her eyes were full of affection and tolerance, without anger and rejection, but with a kind of love and understanding.

In that dream, with each release, my heart surged with not only satisfaction, but also a deep and pure emotion, as if every minute and every second in the dream was a manifestation of my sincere yearning and desire to be with my mother. Even though I knew it was just a dream, my heart was as eager and hot as boiling lava.

Moved by this dream, my feelings for my mother surged like a tidal wave. The scenes in the dream were so vivid that I could even feel the warmth under my mother’s stockings and the elasticity of her leg muscles. The feeling of being unable to stop made me almost forget the boundary between dream and reality. When I woke up, the mysterious dream full of passion and tenderness was still engraved in my mind, making it difficult for me to calm the ripples in my heart for a long time.

Chapter 4

The morning sun had not yet completely swept away the coolness of the bed sheets, and I slowly woke up from my deep sleep, my body still a little confused by last night’s nightmare. After getting up, I wanted to go to the bathroom to wash up, but I saw a quiet back through the crack of the door. It was my mother, with her hands that always looked elegant and warm, holding the stockings I used yesterday, standing quietly in the bathroom.

There was a subtle confusion in my mother’s eyes, as if deep in her heart, there was an unspeakable emotion brewing quietly. I tiptoed closer and stared at the hazy silhouette. She might not have noticed my approach, still staring at the fabric in a trance, and the subtle marks on the stockings seemed to tell the passionate and lustful memories of last night.

Suddenly, the mother smiled a mixture of thoughtfulness and indifference, and then she whispered to herself, “This child, actually... has so many...” There was a slight surprise in her tone, mixed with a seemingly unspeakable emotion.

I can almost describe her emotional ups and downs from the subtle sound waves. The sound is like the breeze in the autumn forest, passing through the sparse treetops, adding a bit of erratic loneliness. In the confusion, a cluster of unnamed flames slowly rose from my mother’s heart. Although her eyes were blurred, the light of desire that was not easily perceived flickered in the depths of her pupils. It was like a pool of autumn water, lying between the dawn and the dusk, quiet and deep.

Mom was slightly startled, her hair swaying gently as she turned around, and she didn’t seem to notice that I had been standing quietly at the door for a while. When her eyes met my eyes full of curiosity and embarrassment, the blush on her cheeks became more obvious, blooming like the morning glow, reflecting the tranquility of the morning.

“John...when did you get up? Have you been here for a long time?” There seemed to be a hint of nervousness and vigilance in my mother’s voice, yet at the same time it retained her usual gentleness.

I scratched my head, my eyes flickering a little, and smiled uncomfortably, trying to cover up what I had just witnessed. “Mom, why are you standing here for so long? And what did you say just now?”

My mother was obviously a little flustered by my question. She looked at the wet stockings in her hand, then looked at me, as if she was eagerly looking for a suitable explanation. “Well, Mom wanted to wash the stockings you used yesterday.”

After saying this, the blush on my mother’s cheeks had not yet faded, but she pretended to be calm. She pretended to turn on the faucet and gently placed the stained stockings under the water. Her movements were as natural as possible, as if she wanted to cover up the embarrassment of the past.

The water droplets slid slowly down the stockings, and my mother’s fingers wiped the soft fibers lightly and carefully, as if this could erase all traces and the unspoken story.

“Well, Mom, let me help you.” I said softly, with a bit of childish insistence. As soon as I finished speaking, I took a step forward without waiting for my mother to respond.

Mom could feel my chest pressed against her back, my chin gently and intimately resting on her shoulder, I could feel her warm body, and her breathing became slightly trembling. A close and warm atmosphere spread between us.