My name is Hongfei, I’m 25 years old, just finished my military career, and currently working as a salesperson for a well-known food company in central China. In fact, with my remarkable record in college, it is not difficult to find a job sitting in the office blowing cold air. However, I finally chose a business job where I had to run around. There was no other reason than I wanted to find my mother.
When I was four years old, my mother left the family that had worn her down, or to be more correct, she wanted to run away from my incompetent father who was a gambler and a drunkard. I will never forget the sad image of my mother’s departure, when, with a simple baggage and two lines of tears, she disappeared from my life like a kite with broken strings after singing me the last good night song.
When I got a little older, my longing for my mother increased. I tried to find out about my mother from my father, but apart from a severe beating, I got nothing. In my senior year of high school, my father died of a liver disease caused by chronic alcoholism, and since then, I have been dependent on my elderly grandparents.
Before I joined the army, my grandmother secretly told me something about my mother. I learned that my mother’s name was “Cindy Ji,” and another fact that was hard for me to accept at the time – my mother was said to have become a prostitute!
The two years I was in the military were filled with nightmares. Even in winter, I would wake up in a sweat because I dreamed of my mother warming up with another man. The thought of my mother having to sell her body to make money was indescribable. “Mom, it’s my son who’s useless, I’m the one who’s sorry. But where on earth are you? Do you know that your son needs you very much?” Unable to bear the torment of lovesickness, I resolutely made a decision: from now on, I want to travel the whole province until I find my mother.
Although my business performance has always been among the best in the company and I have received a lot of extra bonuses for my outstanding performance, I honestly don’t have a lot of savings. After deducting money for sending money to my grandparents, buying cigarettes and clothes, and other miscellaneous expenses, my savings figure should have skyrocketed.
However, this is not the case.
Remember what I said about finding my mother? If you do, let me ask you a question. What is the best way to find out who is in the business of “selling flesh and blood”? That’s right, the answer is – “buy sex”. Every time I traveled to a new place on business, and every night I stayed in a hotel, I would always ask the desk clerk to “find a girl” for me.
“Excuse me, can you call a lady here?”
“That’s fine! Sir, what kind do you want? We have young ones and foreign ones…”
“I don’t want any of those, I want a woman between the ages of 40 and 45.”
“Sir, are you sure? The young ones are better for the eyes… I can even find you a college student who is an aid worker if you want. They’re classy and pretty, so that’s great!”
“No thanks. I’ll say it again, I want women between the ages of 40 & 45.”
Although I said that the purpose of recruiting prostitutes was to find my mother, however, I was definitely not like what was shown on TV – seeing that the visitor was not the one I was looking for, I paid for a chat and that was it. Maybe it’s because of the lack of motherly love since I was a child that I am now particularly interested in middle-aged women. Perhaps their conditions are not as good as those of young girls, but they have a flavor that young girls lack, and this kind of mature, slightly maternal flavor has an absolutely fatal attraction for me. I always get the most enjoyable orgasms when I make love to these somewhat older women.
Before I move the story on, let me make a couple of interesting tidbits.
Once I came to stay at a hot spring hostel in Beitou, and as usual I found another woman to try my luck with, but as usual I was disappointed once again. Nevertheless, after I had sex with that woman, when I paid the bill the next day, I unexpectedly found that the accommodation fee had been reduced by half. I asked the waitress at the counter the reason for the discount, only to see her winking and smiling with a deeper meaning, and upon closer inspection I realized that she was the woman I had spent the night with last night. She told me that since she couldn’t find a woman that met my requirements last night, she decided to make a fortune herself based on the fact that it’s better to have money than not to have it at all.
“You fucked me yesterday, so I decided to give you a discount.” She laughed and said: “Teenager, one day you will come to Beitou, you must come to see me!”
Also, my special requests have led to a surprisingly small amount of fame in the hotel industry.
A talented waiter even made a limerick to describe my “strange” fetish. If you have friends who run hostels, you might want to ask them if they have ever heard of this poem: “Don’t want young girls, look for slutty old hens,” he said.
It’s a weird thing to have on a day when aided intercourse is in full swing.
Stupid calves picking old grass to eat. Stupid little chickens.
I don’t care for fresh abalone, just the used ones.”
Heading home along the coastal highway, I was a little sad but also a little happy to have just finished my business trip. Lost because my mother is still missing; happy because last night I fucked a part-time housewife several times, and her high octave moans are still lingering in my ears. While I was struggling with these two extremely different moods, my cell phone suddenly rang.
“Hello? Who is this?”
“I’m Secretary Cao.”
“Anything?”
“It’s not much, but it’s just that the boss wants you to make a trip to Old Chen’s place in Pingtung.”
“No way. I just have to report back to the office now yeah.”
“Who cares about you? If you don’t want to go, tell the boss yourself.”
“Forget it, I’ll just go.”
“Fuck! Stinky chicken crooked. What are you so proud of?” Cao Yin Yin, as her name suggests, is a very sinister woman. Since the last time she failed to seduce me into bed, we’ve formed a bigger and longer bond than a black man’s dick.
She even vilified me in front of my boss about my private life. (God knows, I just don’t want to be indiscreet with her.) Fortunately, my boss didn’t listen to Cao Yin Yin’s cheap talk and still appreciated me.
With the front end turned around, I pressed the gas pedal as hard as if it were Cao Yin Yin’s face, and set off toward Pingtung at 120.
After dealing with the difficult old Chen, the time is already half past ten. After driving around the street a few times, I parked my car in the basement of a hotel called “Yuan Meng Hotel”. Dragging my tired steps, I entered room 303. After washing off my sleepiness, I casually turned on the TV and watched a woman with flat breasts being wheeled on by two bald guys.
“Hello? Counter? May I ask if you can call a lady here? …Yes, please find me a woman between the ages of 40 and 45.”
“Mom, why didn’t you even leave a photo?” Lying on the bed, I couldn’t help but try to capture the memories of my mother in my mind again. However, other than a face that was blurry to the point that it couldn’t be blurred anymore, I couldn’t recall anything.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar woman’s voice released me from the abyss of memories: “May I ask if it’s you who’s calling Miss?” A woman in a tight, low-cut black dress stood in front of my bed and asked. After I nodded my head in the affirmative, she began to remove my clothes.
As I took off the only boxer briefs on my body, I took a closer look at the woman in front of me. Unlike the other flesh-selling whores with their heavily made-up faces, her face was painted only with a light white foundation and a light light red lipstick.
Her breasts were large and round, with light brown areolas centered on dark brown nipples. At the juncture of her thighs was an inverted triangle of obviously trimmed black pubic hair.
“Sir, if you are willing to add another thousand dollars, I am willing to do the perfect service.” I don’t know why, but I felt that she was a little bit familiar. The more I looked at her, the more friendly I felt, so I casually pulled out a one thousand dollar bill from my purse and handed it over to her.
“Sir, you’re only a movie-woo? There are few customers like you, Asali!” She chatted with me in Southern Minnanese while gently stroking my cock with both hands. “I’ll suck it for you, okay?” Before she could answer, her whole body was already on her back, her tongue licking around on my glans.
She was probably the best blowjob of any whore I’d ever met, and my scrotum cock and glans were carefully serviced by her lips and tongue. Her saliva combined with the slight amount of cum I was producing made my cock as wet as a wooden branch soaked in water at this point. “You’re so annoying, you don’t even talk about it…” This was actually the first time I had ever ejaculated in a woman’s mouth, and I don’t know why I did that, but I was in a very good mood at the moment.
As she picked up the toilet paper to wipe the gooey body from the corner of her mouth, I pressed her whole body underneath me. Having kissed her earlobes and neck lightly, my mouth now rested on her breasts sucking on the small cute nipples. Her breasts were extremely soft, contorting at will with my gestures, and I became even more aroused at the sight of them.
Spreading her legs, my left hand stroked the inside of her thigh on one side, while my right hand stroked the labia majora, which had become fatter from My thumb was pressing and releasing on her clitoris, and my index finger was weaving in and out of her vagina. “ohh…ohh…ohh…ohh…ohh…ohh…ohh…ohh…ohh…ohh…ohh”. “As her middle finger joined the fray, her moaning voice rose to a high pitch: “Sir… ohh… ohh… it’s so good… ohh… ohh…”
Looking at her pussy, I raised my hips, ready to send my hard-on into her wet and slippery pussy. But she suddenly pushed me away: “Sir, if you want to stick it in, put on a condom first.” She took out a condom from her purse and put it in front of my eyes with her fingers.
“Five hundred more, without a condom.” I said.
“One thousand.” She actually shouted up to me.
“Seven hundred, don’t pull it.” Actually, given my current level of eagerness to penetrate my pussy, even if she insisted on a thousand, I’d still give it to her obediently.
“Okay, seven hundred!” She put away the condom and flattened herself back on the bed once more.
“You’re good, sir.” She kissed me on the cheek, then wiggled her ass and hummed her way into the bathroom.
While reaching for my cigarettes, I glanced a few times at her black purse that was sitting on the couch. Driven by intense curiosity, I looked through the contents of her purse. Of course I wasn’t going to get the money back and sneak out, that would be too bad, I would rather be raped by Tenshin than do that. It was just curiosity, I was purely interested to see what kind of things the winged boy would be carrying.
As I searched in this way, I accidentally found her ID card. However, when I saw the name column, I almost fainted, and two lines of hot tears couldn’t help but flow out from my eyes. “Kee, Cindy, Juan.”
I pronounced the name no less than dozens of times in a shaky tone.
Oh, my God! I really found my mom.
Oh, my God! What have I just done!
“Teenager yeah, don’t just look at other people’s stuff.” She, (no, it’s time to change her name to Mom) took the ID back by my hand.
“Your name is Cindy Kee?”
“That’s right! Nice name, isn’t it!”
“Do you have a husband who loves to gamble and drink? Did you have a son? Did you leave your son when he was four?”
“How… how did you… know? Who… are you?”
“Mom, I’m Hong Fei, your real son! Do you know I’ve been looking for you for a long time? Mom!”
“Touch!” After hearing my words, my mother fainted and fell to the floor.
Taking a wet towel and wiping my mother’s forehead, I carefully watched her weathered face. This time I was absolutely unwilling and unable to let my mother go! In order to make up for these 21 years, every crow’s feet and every strand of my mother’s hair has become an object of my memory. The wounds in my heart finally healed today, and the pain also declared an end at this moment. No longer the face that was blurred and indistinguishable in my memory, I gently stroked my mother’s cheeks, deepening the contours of her features into my heart.
“Are you really Hong Fei?” These were the first words of my mother when she woke up. Four moist eyes, four lines of rolling tears, I hugged my mother and embraced her. Head gently leaning against my mother’s plump breasts, “Mom, I miss you so much.” This sentence has been shouted in my heart for I don’t know how many thousands and tens of thousands of times, and today I can finally say it to my dear mother.
“You’ve grown so big. 21 years is too long.” As my mother spoke, her tears bloomed on my face.
I talked with my mother about all the things that had happened in the past 20 years. When she learned of her father’s death, a look of sadness appeared on her face. She also told me that her lack of livelihood skills had forced her to sell her body to earn a living.
“Do you hate me? Can you accept the fact that your mother is a whore?”
“Mom! It’s all in the past. I don’t really care what industry you’re in, let it all go. In the future, let me take good care of you for the rest of your life.”
If I had known that the second sexual relationship with my mother was just a gesture she made to make a memorable memory, I would have preferred to die rather than have another tender moment.
“Is it really okay? Mom!” My mother let me lie flat on my back and mounted me, allowing my cock to enter her honey hole once again. In retrospect, my mother’s effort on that occasion had revealed some hint that she would be leaving again.
I raised my hands high and rubbed the breasts that had fed me as a child. My mother, on the other hand, was swinging her body freely, her hips twisting from left to right, screaming, “Hong Fei… ah… mom promises… you will be the last man in my life… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah…”
Reading the letter my mother left behind, my tears once again leaked out wildly.
Hong Fei.
Mom is really happy to meet you again. In fact, for the past 20 years, Mom has always wanted to come home to see you. I want to watch you grow up, watch you get married, and watch you have a son. It’s just that the industry that mom is engaged in is discriminated against by this society. It’s okay for mom to lose face, but she can’t stand to let herself become the reason why you are ridiculed by others. I’m touched by your filial piety, but I’m sorry, I can’t accept it.
After a night of thinking, I think leaving is the best decision. In any case, mom can’t let her career be a burden to you. Last night’s intimate act with you was to leave an indelible memory in each other’s mind, and I hope you don’t think mom is a slut.
I’m leaving. Don’t come back for me.
You leave without saying goodbye just because you can’t say goodbye. This, I hope you understand… The sky of Taiwan, which was facing a water shortage crisis, suddenly poured with rain. I ran wildly through the rain, frantically calling out Mom’s name. To no avail, as I ran through the streets and alleys, crying my eyes out, my mother never appeared again.
If dreams that come true bring greater trauma to the soul, then – man, why chase dreams?