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A little tired today, especially late at night on this weekend. For a thirty-seven-year-old middle-aged man, now is more suitable to stay at home to watch variety shows, or in front of the PUB bar three or five friends to raise a glass of wine, of course, some people accompany their wives and children to the restaurant. But for me, who is still single, it is a dream of longing, so the single man who works hard at eleven o’clock in the evening is not only unfortunate but also miserable.
Putting down the computer in my hand and looking at the graph on the report, I couldn’t help but wonder, “Why are you working so hard to make money?” Picking up my jacket from the coat rack, I decided to drive home.
After getting into the cold car cabin, I suddenly regretted leaving the office so recklessly: “It’s all because of the weekend!” It was an excuse to explain.
I don’t know when it started, but weekends and holidays made me easily panicky and empty… Maybe it’s a mid-life unmarried crisis! So I was jealous of the couples, and the images of families made me run for cover, sometimes not really knowing what I was doing.
“It’s never an abomination to be thirty-seven and not have a date.”
That’s what mom said. She always comforted me. But I’m sure she would have wanted me to have a date and settle down with a family sooner.
“It’s not like my son is ugly, it’s just not meant to be yet.”
The last time I had a hangover, I accidentally revealed my “drunken truth” and she gave me a serious lecture.
I know in my heart that she is more anxious than anyone else, but from a mother’s standpoint, letting her son go on a blind date is the worst thing to do, isn’t it the same as admitting that her son just has to be forced to sell out? With my mom’s strong personality, she won’t go down this road.
Frankly, I used to plan to just live with my mom, and it was easier to face reality with the mantra of non-marriageism anyway.
“Mom~~ I’m home!”
Footsteps came up the stairs, “Why are you so late?” Mom appeared at the top of the stairs, a kind smile piled on her face.
“Routine overtime!”
“Go take a shower first, I’ll cook a bowl of noodles for you.” After saying that she walked towards the kitchen, her back looked so thin.
“Mom, no need! I just ate.”
She looked back with a skeptical face, “Really or not?”
I nodded: “I’m going to take a shower.” To be honest, I didn’t want her to realize the guilt buried in my heart.
Mom must be 60 this year! I’m useless for not being able to find her a good daughter-in-law to take care of her, and for having to take care of her delicate needs. Since my father died of lung cancer, she’s been a loving father and mother to me… and it hasn’t been easy.
I soaked in the bathtub and sank into a deep slumber, the hot smoke made the light misty. Mom knocked at the door: “Jiahao, come out after your bath, I want to talk to you, do you hear me?”
“I hear you!”
Perhaps the reality of the situation was worse than she thought, forcing her to choose the next best thing. Regardless, Mom’s words made me nervous.
Pacing stiffly to the living room, my mom had an uncommon look on her face that made me wonder if I could imagine what she was trying to say, it didn’t matter, I was used to it.
“You are also thirty-seven this year, I don’t know what you are planning, I as a mother am rather more anxious than you. But I have thought about it, maybe it’s because the marriage has not yet arrived! I don’t want to miss you all the time. I’m going on a trip tomorrow, so you can have a few days of peace and quiet, and we’ll talk about what’s going on when I get back… I’m tired…” After saying this, she slowly got up and walked back to her room.
I sat on the couch not thinking at all. I’ve been hearing these words for more than thirty years… I guess I’m too dependent on mom, right? A woman who can greet you with a bowl of steaming hot noodles when you come home dragging in all your fatigue, or who is thoughtful enough to put on the bath water, that’s enough for me. Mom has always taken such good care of me, and aside from the whole sex thing, her presence makes it almost impossible for me to understand why I need to care if there’s a woman in my favor or not? Maybe I’m just too lazy for that kind of bouquet of flowers and honey on my lips, so I’ll just be a bachelor!
I don’t know how long it took, but I woke up on the couch… the sun was blinding me… I was in a trance for a while… it was eight o’clock… ah… shit!
Oh, my God! I hurriedly washed up and put on a shirt and ran out the door. I’d be late… Why didn’t mom wake me up?
It’s been three days, and in the afternoon Mom calls the office, urging me that she’ll be home by the end of the day, not to work too late, and that she’s going to surprise me.
Mom’s absence from home for the past few days had made me look forward to this day for a long time, and her coming back as soon as possible was already a surprise to me.
Unconsciously parked the car in the garage, only to arrive at the door of the house smelled a burst of food aroma, mom must be cooking delicious, this is really a big surprise, without thinking about the key to the door handle, pushed open the door: “Mom ~ ~ I’m home!”
Pulling off his tie and casually flinging it around, he saw the dining table full of goodies waiting: “Mom’s the best, I’m starving!”
Half a day did not see mom response, just when the suspicion, in front of the eyes suddenly appeared a strange woman with a beautiful figure: “I have been waiting for you for a long time.”
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Waiting for me for a long time? What’s going on here? Wait… wait… “Who are you?” The presence of someone you don’t recognize in a familiar house is always a nerve-wracking experience.
The corners of the strange woman’s mouth lifted, a deadly smirk hidden in her mysterious smile, and her eyes gave me a sense of déjà vu.
“You’ll know who I am in a few moments, in ten days…” she shook her shoulders to suppress a laugh. Oh, my God! I was beginning to like the surprises Mom had planned, but how could she have found such a beautiful woman?
“Where’s my mom?”
“Don’t rely on your mom so much, I have to spend ten days with you anyway, just call me Snow.”
I paused for a moment, and only then did I scrutinize the strange and beautiful mature woman in front of me. Large curls of long hair swept over the shoulders, the arc across the shoulders of the meticulous and pretty; showy wrist extension and down, subtle joint white patter slender fingers; slightly short white blouse reveals sexy navel, fitted red pants completely without pretense to set off the buttocks, legs well-proportioned curve, date red high-heeled sandals reveal clean and tender toes, I can not help but fascinated.
“You… were sent by my mom…” The words “high-class publicist” almost came out of my mouth, but then I realized that my mom couldn’t have done that.
Her eyes stared deep into mine, as if devouring me: “Let’s keep all the answers for now! In front of such a beautiful woman, do you only want to know about your mom?”
Sure has a professional demeanor.
She looked me up and down: “Let’s eat first, I’ll put on the bath water for you.” She turned around and walked into the bathroom, somehow the back of this I can’t tell you how familiar it looks.
Looking at the heavenly creature, the fish and meat in front of me seemed so vulgar that I secretly resolved to find out what was going on and followed her to the bathroom.
She was bending over to turn on the faucet, and her plump, rounded buttocks were glaring at me… My mind went blank at that moment, and I couldn’t help but sigh… It’s been so long since I’ve touched a woman… and somehow the lust in my pants filled me up, and there was an indescribable sadness in me… I would never dare to force myself… I knew I was right… but of course if I was just peeking at her… even if it was useless… as long as it could stimulate the visual realm of the always stagnant, I thought it would be all right, even if I was caught… I don’t think it would be a problem even if I was found out.
Having made up her mind, she hesitated for a moment before realizing that she had picked up the bath foam and poured it into the water… Oh, no… How did she know that I had a habit of bathing in this way? Mom wouldn’t have made it that clear, would she? She was humming a tune that sounded like Mom’s favorite song, “When Will You Come Again”? Her back suddenly made me feel like… I jumped in shock and, with a sense of urgency, hid behind the door: “This is really strange! Was it a coincidence? Or was it intentional? Is it my imagination?” Suddenly an inexplicable feeling of guilt came over me, and I couldn’t watch any longer. I quietly walked back to the dining table and sat down, and the meal in front of me gave me a flash of insight… maybe… maybe she really was… no! It’s impossible. Mom is 60 years old, so no matter how much she dresses up, she won’t look like a young lady in her early twenties.
At once, the thoughts were in a mess, no wonder I always fail to get a girlfriend, and I’m always wrapped up when it comes to this kind of thing. In any case, this woman called Snow is by no means mom.
“Jae-ho, the bath water is ready for you.” She called out from behind me, and I flinched: “Uh… thank you.” I must have had a very guilty look on my face.
“Why don’t you look well? Huh! You haven’t eaten…”
“Uh… I’m not very hungry, I’ll take a shower and eat later… later.” Wishing I could find a hole in the ground, I scrambled away from her skeptical eyes and fled to the bathroom.
Behind her back, she was still telling me, “I’ve already poured…” She realized something was wrong and didn’t continue. I realized that what she was thinking could not be what I was thinking right now… No way! No, it can’t be!
Maybe I run away too easily! I lay naked in the bathtub and condemned myself for being too much of a coward. What man would cower before a beautiful woman at a time like this? But… is it possible? Turning a 60-year-old into a 20-year-old? It sounded so grotesque that even I couldn’t believe it. Even if it were possible, there was no reason for Mom to do it unless… ah! It’s so dirty! I can’t believe I’m thinking about… sex, wouldn’t that make me… I’m ashamed that I’m having such abnormal thoughts, that it’s all speculation. What are the times? Am I having an Oedipus complex?
“Are you done?” She asked from outside the door, and I couldn’t help but cover my lower body with a towel: “Almost… almost.”
“Whoa, don’t take too long in the bath, you’ll catch a cold!”
“I know.”
Even she sounded like mom. An image flashed through my mind… damn! Here we go again.
After about thirty minutes, I managed to calm my nasty thoughts and leave the bathroom, where she was watching TV in the living room.
This program…? I was determined to test the waters, maybe…
I casually asked her, “Mom, are you watching this show again?”
“Yes…” she blurted out inadvertently, a look of horror appearing momentarily on her face.
I never thought it would be so easy: “Is it really you?”
“Uh… no… I mean…”
“I heard everything.” I cut her off in her defense, the truth was obvious, except I needed to figure out how she did it.
She was shocked to realize that things had turned a hundred and eighty degrees, but quickly recovered her composure. Admit it! Come on… I want you to say it yourself.
“Well… since you’ve found out…”
I felt a sudden wave of dizziness, and sure enough…
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“Everything looks so familiar here…” she said slowly, looking around, her eyes stopping on a mirror: “Your father bought this mirror for me when I was 23, and it looks a bit old now… It’s strange, but yesterday I was just gloating over my new dress… I couldn’t wait to try them on in front of the mirror, but suddenly…”
After a pause, she continued, “For some reason, I suddenly remembered something I hadn’t experienced before… In that moment, it seemed that I had passed through a long period of my life… everything that had happened here… my parents’ old age… my son whom I hadn’t even met…” She had a complicated expression on her face, and I didn’t know what she was talking about for a moment. I didn’t understand for a moment what she was talking about.
“Mirror?” That was mom’s dowry wasn’t it?
“You must not understand what I’m saying, and I don’t know how to make it clear to you… but maybe it was all meant to be, and I came to this time and place for a certain purpose, and I guess it’s all in heaven’s hands!”
She tilted her head and looked at me, and the image of my mother that I knew so well instantly overlapped with the image of my mother in front of me, and I took a step back in panic as my feet gave out. This is so weird… how is this possible?… I wasn’t sure if I was awake or not… She seemed to be seriously trying to make sense of it, but it was really unbelievable.
“You… exactly…”
“I came here for you.”
“For me?” A thought suddenly crossed my mind. Yes, mom never talked about dad, so could this young mom be about this…
“You mean… you know about Dad?”
Her face flushed, and it didn’t seem like a good question: “This… I know, but…”
“Then tell me about dad, mom has always refused to tell me about dad, since you suddenly have memories about it, just tell me!” I wanted to know dad’s secret in a bone-chilling way, and in my anxiety I unconsciously grabbed her wrist.
“Uh… it hurts… you’re hurting me!”
“Yes… I’m sorry…” I loosened my grip, the softness of her skin still lingering in my hand, and the scent of her body entering my nostrils at the same time, I had never realized that my mother had such good skin when she was young.
She rubbed her reddened wrist: “Okay! Since you want to know so badly, I’ll tell you.” I couldn’t help but swallow nervously.
“I’ve only ever had one man in my life… that you’ll know sooner or later, but not now, I’ll say it before I go back.”
Holy shit! Selling out.
“Don’t you think it’s strange why your original mom is out of town at this time of year? And I just happened to show up at this time?”
Yeah, it’s a coincidence! It’s a coincidence. However, if her story is true, mom should have calculated what would happen at this time… She came to this time 37 years ago… It should be so that mom might have planned for the mom in front of her to tell me about dad, so… But… it’s unbelievable.
“What are you laughing at?”
What? Am I laughing?
“It’s nothing, one day you’ll be doing the same thing in another time and place when you get to this point, right?” She understood what was going on in my mind and looked at each other and guffawed, and I began to wish she could stay longer.
I seem to have lost sleep this night. Everything seemed normal, mom had lived under the same roof as me for decades, that should have been easy to get used to, but if she had gotten thirty something years younger overnight, that would have been a different story. In other words, Mom is now 14 years younger than me, and I’ve become an old taro.
Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but think, ‘She’s still a young woman in the midst of a girl’s life, so when will Dad show up? That’s why she’s here. Is it possible that Papa will appear soon? This is so strange… A woman from that time comes to this time and meets the man she loves, and then…”
It’s possible. In any case, she had the means to travel across time to the future, so it’s not surprising, but wouldn’t that make Dad younger than me? At most the same age as me… It’s funny.
Unconsciously, thinking about somehow entering the dream world.
“Jiahao, it’s time to get up.” A beautiful voice urged me in my sleep. I slowly opened my eyes: “Oh…”
If I hadn’t dreamt it, the young woman in front of me would be: “Mom!”
Her mouth stumbled: “If you call me that, people will be laughed at if they hear it, it’s better to call me Shirayuki.”
Ah… I’m so stupid. Mom’s nickname is Snowy, not… I’m so stupid! I didn’t even realize it.
But…
“I’m taking the day off, let me sleep a little longer.” Clutching the bedclothes to cover my face and falling back into bed again, I wanted to find a hole to drill down.
“That won’t do! It’s not easy to have this chance to see the world thirty years from now, you have to accompany me as a guide today.” She tickled me without saying a word, but I refused to give in, dodging and dodging. After a fierce battle, we both fell on the bed, and the damned thing was… my palms were somehow pressed against those-soft globes on her breasts.
Mom’s breasts are so soft… I guess I must have blushed, so I took my hand back and pretended that nothing had happened: “So… I’m going to go brush my teeth and wash my face”. When I got out of bed and took a few steps, she whispered behind me, “No man has ever touched me here before…” I fled the scene in a hurry, but when she said that, I got a hard-on underneath… and that damned feeling of guilt came back to haunt me!
She didn’t seem to let me go and followed me to the bathroom with a mysterious look on her face: “I know what you did when you were a child…”
Bad things? I did a lot of bad things when I was a kid. I broke the neighbor’s window with a baseball, lifted the skirts of girls my age, learned to smoke when I was older, got into fights… it wasn’t unusual at all. “Oh… which one do you mean?”
I didn’t even think about it as the toothbrush continued to go back and forth in my mouth.
“I meant you peeking at me in the shower.”
“Cough! Cough…” This… this she knew? I saw my face redden in the mirror.
“That’s not all, you stole my panties in middle school to… to masturbate.”
I still remember. As a teenager my mom was the only person I ever loved, except that these things coming from a woman in her twenties made me want to die!
“That’s me being young and ignorant, what’s all the fuss about!”
“What about all the things you said to your classmates in high school?”
What? What did I say? “I… where did I say anything?”
A brief blush spread across her face, and a chill ran down my spine: “You told your classmates that you really wanted to sleep with mom, and while I was asleep…”
That’s right It was Big Head Zhen, who was sitting next door, who betrayed me and snitched to my mom… Oh, no! So Mom knew about all this. Both this Mom and the current one… Oh, my God!
“That… that was a lie to him, I was just kidding!”
“Yes?” The look in her eyes made me feel like I was transparent. I washed my face hurriedly and as I left the bathroom, I thought I heard her say, “You’ve always been used to running away, you never knew what I thought. Maybe it’s mom’s fault that you’re the way you are today, or maybe I’m waiting for something…”
I really wondered how I was going to get through these next few days, and I couldn’t help but start to feel miserable that a woman who knew absolutely everything about herself happened to be my mom.
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At mom’s urging, we got into the cockpit and as soon as we sat down and started the engine, our cell phone rang: “Squirt… squirt… squirt… squirt… squirt… squirt… squirt… squirt… squirt… squirt…”
“Hello…” No one answered for half a day. “Strange?”
“That’s a cell phone, isn’t it?… Who’s calling?” Snowy was a little skeptical at first, but then she looked unconcerned.
“I don’t know, maybe the receipt relationship!” I replied, and just drove the car down the road, my head a blank.
“Where do you want to go?” I couldn’t help but wonder about an exact destination.
“Going to the movies, department stores, or KTV would be fine, I should be good for those at my age now.
Don’t forget, what I remember I just know, it’s the real experience that makes the trip worthwhile!” She said plausibly, and I didn’t bother to respond, just put my big foot on the gas.
The view of the street quickly faded from the back of her head, suddenly had a strange thought, if what she was doing now was something her mother had never done, would it end up becoming a fragment of her mother’s memory in this time and space as well? Or, what she’s doing now is already a memory in her mom’s head, and she’s just destined to experience it once? I’m really confused, and what’s even more amazing is that I’m actually involved…
At an intersection, the car stopped for a traffic light…
But what’s the part that’s meant to be experienced? Apart from the fact that my father was about to appear, what about the rest? I couldn’t help but wonder, “Uh… Snow, since you have a mother… uh… I mean my current mother, and since you share the same memories, doesn’t that mean that the other mother knows whatever we’re doing now?”
“I don’t know, at least I don’t know right now what’s going to happen to us later.” For a moment, she seemed to be lost in thought over such a question as well.
I looked at the red light and my thoughts were complicated… My cell phone rang, “SMS?” I picked up the phone and pressed the button, and the words “I’m here with you” appeared on the LCD panel.
I can’t help but feel a chill down my spine… Mom? Is it…? There was no caller ID… I looked at my mother anxiously, “Do you know where mom is right now?”
She looked skeptical: “I’m in your car, right? Oh, the original one? I know! But don’t think I’m going to tell you.”
“It’s fine if you don’t tell me, just tell me if she’s near us right now.”
Ryoko shook her head.
That’s strange… So who is it? Who’s with me?
“The light is green.” She reminded me.
The car continued to drive, and from now on, any person who appeared in front of me made me nervous, as if each person had something to do with the message I had just received, and any look made me all unnatural.
“Look! I know this road, there used to be no buildings this tall… so many after 30 years… I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes… Wow! And over there, too…” She was as excited as a little girl, and while I was nervous, she was like an outsider.
“Let’s go see a movie first, okay?” She turned her head and looked like she was giving orders, “Go! Go park the car.”
That’s just like mom, with her decisive, intelligent eyes…
In fact, the movie theater was an unfamiliar environment for me, and an eligible bachelor like me could not afford to buy a ticket to see a movie by himself… Being single sometimes requires a little bit of perseverance, the perseverance to keep on tolerating it. Before long, many things would become irrelevant to me, and I would naturally resign myself to the fact that life would slowly become static and eventually numb…
“What are you gawking at? The movie’s about to start!”
We were sitting in the corner of a large movie theater, a couple in the front seat were snuggling together, and looking at my young mother next to us, I couldn’t help but wonder… if only she wasn’t my mother. She was young and pretty with a beautiful body. Wouldn’t it be enviable for men to sit next to a woman like that?
After about thirty minutes, I realized that this was a literary romance film, with the hero flirting with the half-naked heroine in bed. I peeked over at my mother, but in the dim light, it was hard to tell how she felt about a romance film made thirty years later. Strangely enough, I could hear a faint sound: “Mmm… oh…” I soon realized that the sound was coming from the couple in the front seat.
I don’t think so. At this time…
The two men in the front seat clung to each other as dark shadows, and the man said in a very weak voice to the woman, “I can fuck you right here…”
“Nasty…” the woman almost gasped.
“You’re so wet, and you’re still pretending to be a fairy…” The man held up his index and middle fingers, with an unknown translucent liquid between them, which I think is… not good! A live erotic show… “Don’t… ah… oh… someone’s watching…”
I can’t explain the reaction in my pants, dammit!
“Whatever, it’s exciting…”
It’s too late to change positions now… Mom… I seem to be overthinking this… Mom didn’t look different, she was completely absorbed in the drama and didn’t notice the pair of dogs in front of her.
“Mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm… it tickles… ah… your dick is so hard…”
“Oooooo… yes… there… that’s it… harder…”
The two of them were getting louder and louder, and then the man grabbed the woman and sat her down on his body… “I’m going to penetrate… ah… it hurts! Where is the hole?”
“Higher… higher… ah…”
The two began to undulate up and down rhythmically, gradually increasing in speed. It was a first for me to watch someone else doing that shit so close, and I felt my body heat up, my rod almost bursting through my pants.
“mmmmm… so good… oh…”
“Slut… oh… fuck you to death…”
I was sweating. Young people these days are so…
Mom’s hand suddenly rested on the back of my hand and I couldn’t help but look away from her. She had a strange look on her face, but her eyes were still fixed on the screen. Back to the screen… The main character was leaving after his business… I don’t think he was so moved! Or it’s because…
“Fuck you… fuck you…”
At this time, to die for is the cell phone again SMS: “Do you also want to want to be like him, on their own mother?”
This would never be a message from mom! Who the hell is this? There was no way to know what was going on right now if I wasn’t in this movie theater. I turned to look at the sparse rows of spectators, who the hell is it? Who’s sending me this message?
“Spray!” Here we go again: “Get her drunk in a karaoke bar! She needs you.”
I couldn’t help but look at my mother in the next seat… her eyes were hazy. I… She’s mom! No, it’s too messy!
“Oh… ejaculation… ejaculation…”
“ohh… it’s so hot… ohh… shoot it in… all of it… ohh…”
However, things took a different turn. This time, this unknown guy showed me his phone number… Doesn’t that mean… I can also send a message to him? Or maybe I could just call him and find out?
As soon as I made up my mind, the couple left their seats and the movie ended. As the lights came on, I hurriedly put my phone away, and my mother’s cheeks flushed: “Let’s go…” Only her hand remained in mine, and we slowly followed the crowd out of the movie theater like a couple. However, I didn’t care how it felt to hold her soft hand, but my mind kept repeating, “Get her drunk in a karaoke bar! She needs your comfort…”.
“Wait for me.” She walked into the dressing room as soon as the words were out of her mouth.
Good chance! While I’m at it… I dialed the number I just dialed back, feeling uneasy… “Spray… You have dialed an empty number…”
How? I tried again. No matter how many times I tried, the result was the same. It’s impossible. Is it possible that “he” is coming from outer space? Outer space? Wait, is it…
The cell phone rang briefly with a message that read, “I am your only son.”
“!” It’s… a prank! What’s going on?
“Why do you look so pale?” Somehow she had stood beside her.
“No… nothing… where to next?” This was such a big surprise to me. I tried hard to calm myself down, and calmly speculated that… if my mother could come to this time and place in such an unexplainable way, then perhaps someone in the future could as well… even if it was my son, whom I had never met.
Maybe that’s the case… His cell phone number must not exist in this time and place, and that’s why we can’t contact him… On the one hand, if I keep using my cell phone number for 20 to 30 years, he’ll be able to reach me even in his time, which is a very good explanation indeed. So, his leaving the number was just a hint… The more I thought about it, the closer I felt to the truth… The question was… where is he now? In this time and space or…? Well, even if this is true, at least it means that I won’t be living as a bachelor for the rest of my life. A feeling of inexplicable warmth came over me. I should ask him who his mother is next time I have the chance.
“Next… let’s go to KTV!” Bai Xue tilted her head slightly to look at the rows of signboards in the distance.
I froze again! This is too… too much of a coincidence!
(to be continued)
This story is purely fictional, the following article is about incest and contains direct sexual descriptions. Before reading this article, you have been warned as follows: If you are offended by the following content, please stop reading.
(Chapter I)
I think I was really an average person at the age of fourteen, except for being a bit of a loner. I didn’t play on the school sports teams, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying exercise, especially long-distance running. Academically I excelled, winning an outstanding student scholarship in my first semester of high school. For extracurricular hobbies, I’m passionate about debating, and I’m one of the two founding members of the intercollegiate debate team.
Unless I was having trouble with my schoolwork, girls were largely uninterested in me, and my social life was virtually a blank slate. At my age, almost all the boys were chasing girls like crazy, but I found most of the girls my age boring – fortunately, they saw me as a piece of wood too. The topics that interested them were boring to me, and often it was a long time after their conversation before I had an irrelevant response. How can I communicate well with a girl whose interest is not three minutes hot? Such an experience would be better than being alone in the bathroom flipping through the tattered pornographic magazines my father had left behind before he left the house.
The relationship between my parents came to a head a few years ago when my father only wanted my mother to be a competent housewife, while my mother still wanted to go back to school to continue her completed education. From the day she continued her adult education, my father started picking on my mother constantly. During the last year of their marriage, his verbal abuse of mother reached a level that even I could not tolerate. Under his verbal attacks, my mother always kept her distance from him, and it was only when she saw me that she could find some psychological comfort.
My father only paid attention to me when he used me as an offensive weapon to hurt my mother. The most vivid memory I have is of him forcing himself to teach me how to play basketball. Standing meters away from the rim, aiming endlessly one by one, and then shooting the thing seemed downright silly to me. After a test on my poor shooting performance, my father got into a fight with my mother, accusing her of only spoiling me into a coward. Although I was always at the top of the class, I think it only pleased him more to be disruptive and uneducated at school.
My father’s verbal abuse coupled with their growing differences led to the disintegration of the foundation of my parents’ life together, and two years ago, they officially signed divorce papers. The trigger for this last outburst was the relationship between my mom and me. My father’s irrational behavior had brought Mom and me closer and closer together, and this supportive closeness clearly angered him. In the midst of the argument he suddenly realized that Mom and I were trying our best to hold each other and cry to resist the hurt he was causing, and he stormed out of the room and went on a rampage using words I didn’t quite understand at the time. The next day, mom went to a lawyer.
After the divorce, mom had to work two jobs and secure a mortgage to keep us both afloat. Dad covered some child support sporadically. During this time, peas and spaghetti became staples on our menu.
I tried to make my mom’s life as easy as possible after work, and I became a good housekeeper, plus I was a competent cook. I ironed clothes without wrinkles around the collar, which was quite difficult, and I was able to do it without much trouble. For the first year, I was the chef and cleaner for the whole house, while Mom worked sixteen hours a day, Monday through Friday, plus eight to ten hours on Saturdays, so that she could keep up with the costs of basic necessities.
Sunday is our day together. We spend the morning together cleaning the house until Mom is satisfied, then we go to the grocery store. After lunch, sometimes we wander around, sometimes we just stay at home and don’t go anywhere, and at this time, we talk to each other as much as we like, and we openly talk about all sorts of topics related to our lives. Strangely enough, unlike talking to the girls at school, Mom and I had no trouble communicating.
Mom and I always had a rich body language, hugging and kissing me tightly. It was probably after my parents’ relationship was strained that this became an outlet for Mom’s emotional outbursts, and it became a habit that stuck. She liked to turn around and give me a sudden hug. Sometimes I’d sneak around behind her and suddenly wrap my arms tightly around her belly, laughing at her protests and her vain attempts to break free of my arms. After I let go of her, she’d give me a kiss, and that’s when I saw the spark of happiness in her eyes.
On weekend nights, we usually watch TV together and occasionally go out for burgers and movies. When we happen to do so, we share the joy of chomping down on a cheese and beef burger. At fast food restaurants, we make fun of each other for the mustard on each other’s faces and then wipe each other’s faces clean with a napkin. At the movies, we make heartfelt exchanges about the movie just by shaking each other’s hands. If I’m home for a weekend night, I’ll gently put my arm around my mom on the couch and let her rest on my shoulder. Sometimes I would lie down and rest my head in her lap while Mom watched TV and stroked my hair. We both enjoyed this kind of affectionate exchange, and the intimacy had no hint of lust in it. As we enjoyed the physical contact, I knew in my heart that I was basically becoming Mom’s husband-to-be, except in one respect of course.
Mom got a promotion at her first job, and with a bigger paycheck, she quit her other job to spend more time at home with me, and we had more chances to watch TV and read books together, which I couldn’t imagine at the time: Mom sitting on the end of the couch in a serious manner, instead of lazily approaching me in her fuzzy slippers to give me a naughty hug.
We were intimate with each other, except for once. It was last winter, when I put my arms around my mom from behind, as usual, and my crotch was inexplicably aroused. She obviously sensed it, and urgently touched my swollen bottom with her hip before moving away from my body, “Looks like mom still has some charisma, looks like I’ll have to wear a chastity belt whenever you’re around in the future.” She made fun of my extreme embarrassment. She went on to say, “Don’t feel guilty, honey, I think that’s a compliment to Mom.”
The same thing happened every time I hugged my mom from behind. She stopped being apprehensive and began to accept the act. I hugged longer and longer, enjoying the forbidden sensations as my lower part tightened against the soft crevice of Mom’s hindquarters. Mom often laughed at herself with her chastity belt and got used to bumping me naughtily with her ass before leaving my body.
One morning I got out of the shower and was only wearing long pajama pants with no shorts underneath. I went into the kitchen and went behind Mom and hugged her gently, and as usual I got a raging hard-on. Mom twisted her body for some reason at this point and my cock slipped between her legs, right up to where Mom’s soft legs parted. Mom stiffened and then squeezed up with the roots of her thighs, which turned me on tremendously. But Mom immediately regained her self-control and moved away from me. At that moment I realized that Mom was breathing heavily and blushing.
“Paul, I think we should stop things before they go off the rails. You’re too old to hug your mother like that, okay?”
“I guess you’re right, Mom, I didn’t mean it back there, and I’m sorry.”
“I know, let’s forget about it.”
From that morning on, there was a subtle change in our relationship. Mom became distant and cautious with me. Whenever I hugged Mom I always kept a distance as well. Strangely, I found that not touching Mom’s body turned me on more.
That’s when school started to let out. I ended my first year of high school with an annual scholarship. Mom was so proud of me, she promised to take me on a summer vacation as a reward. We’d spent the last few summers at home, and the idea of a vacation was too good to resist. The temptation was too great to resist.
Uncle Ben and Aunt Pat are an old-fashioned couple who usually don’t talk much. But on vacation in the mountains, they were different. When I called Ben “uncle,” he told me I was old enough to call them by their first names. My experiences with my father had made me wary of adult males, and Ben’s friendly, open demeanor quickly won me over. He could even make fun of everyone and everything.
Pat and Ben gave us a tour of the house as they led us to our bedrooms. Of the three rooms, the two bedrooms are on either side of the main living room. The room in the center is both the kitchen and dining room, as well as the living room. There are separate bathrooms off the three rooms, these vacation cabins are far from the city and have minimal amenities, there is a diesel generator to provide electricity, and the water is pumped down from higher up the mountain so it can provide enough pressure for the adjoining bath plumbing. The water heater, air conditioner, clothes dryer and cooking stove are all powered by this generator at the back of the house. There is no telephone or television, and the only contact with the outside world is an old FM portable radio. The main living room has a large fireplace on each side. This is a great place to vacation in peace and quiet without being disturbed by others.
Mom and I shared a large double bed in a bedroom. As far as I could remember I had never shared a bed before, and now I was going to sleep in the same bed as Mom. In the back of my mind I was looking forward to this arrangement and once or twice erotic thoughts bubbled up from the depths of my thoughts.
After dropping off our bags in the bedroom, we went out with Ben and Pat to familiarize ourselves with the surroundings. The cabin is built on a hill and the back door is filled with tall deciduous trees. The front of the cabin is on a lake with two canoes on a crude dock, which Ben says is perfect for fishing and swimming. He also offered to teach me how to catch fish and sail the boats sometime. I was happy to oblige, and I’m up for any sport except blue ball.
After a quick look around, the sun set in the west and we returned to our lodgings. The women prepared dinner while Ben and I talked on the porch, and we talked about rods and spears and the art of fishing. Never have I seen Ben talk so eloquently.
I focused on what he was saying and I sensed that even though I was only 14, he was treating me like an adult.
It makes me happy.
After dinner, the adults talked about what had happened to the family in the past, and I felt a wave of exhaustion.
Ben talks a lot about old times. When I went back to my room, I fell asleep immediately.
When mom went back to her room, she made the bed quietly without turning on the light and didn’t want to wake me up, but she touched something while undressing and woke me up anyway: “Is that you, mom?”
“Yes, I tried my best not to wake you, but I guess it obviously didn’t work!” Mom laughed.
Her laugh was slightly louder and longer than usual, and it looked like she had been drinking a bit.
“Are you okay, Mom?”
“I’m guessing no, your mom only had two more beers than usual. Did you keep the covers warm? It’s a cold night here!”
With that said, Mom got under the covers and leaned her cold leg against mine, and as I purposely racked her calf, she detected where my leg was and latched onto it again. We laughed softly and played a game of hide the leg vs. find the leg. To keep warm, Mom leaned her cold body against me. I snuggled Mom closer and warmed her back with my forearms. The usual problem arose, my erect penis was once again pressing against Mom’s hip, Mom didn’t move and I just held her still, enjoying the closeness.
After a while, Mom said, “Turn around, I’m going to warm up the other side.” I did so, and when Mom felt more comfortable, she said, “Looks like your mom has to wear a chastity belt in her sleep.” Mom then laughed.
“Mom, I didn’t mean it.”
“I understand, forget about it and let’s go to sleep.” She gave me a hug.
I could feel Mom’s soft breasts pressing against my back, which made me almost lose sleep, and after a few minutes, the half of the bed that Mom was sleeping on warmed up, and she turned around, her breathing beginning to even out. I lay there for a while, savoring the residual softness on my back. After a while, I fell asleep.
I woke up to the sound of Ben knocking on the door, “Time to get up and go fishing.”
“We’re up.” Mom replied, Mom got up and dressed, I lay in bed with a blanket over my stomach, my early morning erection hadn’t fully subsided yet, Mom swept it away and said, “I must wear a chastity belt.”
Mom grinned and went towards the bathroom.
After breakfast, Ben gave me my first fishing lesson in my life. I flung the rod between every tree within reach. After a lot of practice, I could basically throw the bait as far as I wanted. Now at least I didn’t have to fish only for “tree fish”, which was somewhat satisfying. ben took me about a quarter of a mile away from the house and started fishing for real. ben caught quite a few Mandarin fish and I caught two that blindly fell on my hook and missed.
We ate the fish we caught for lunch, and in the afternoon Ben and I learned canoeing, I quickly learned the basics, and when we turned back, Ben left me alone to go back. Mom and Pat watched from the dock as I swung the paddle and Ben guided me around. As I moved the boat, I saw Mom’s face fill with pride. It made me feel good to see Mom so happy.
Ben suggested swimming and we went back to the house to change into our swimming suits. The water was very deep and there was only fine sand underneath, no stumps or rocks to stick your feet in. We swam for a while, Ben began to teach me how to move the overturned canoe right in the water, how to get into the boat from underwater.Ben was very satisfied with my results, told that in the future I can be alone to drive the boat far away, and let me take a ride with mom. I swung the paddle boat in front of mom to show off my skills. Observing Mom in her wet bathing suit from the boat was another story. She was a very beautiful woman.
On the evening after dinner, we talked on the porch as Mom and I sat in the old wicker loveseat across from Ben and Pat. The moonlight gave off a long silvery glow through the reflections of the lake. Crickets chirped around the cabin. Occasionally the bullfrogs at the edge of the lake made “coo-coo-coo-coo-coo” sounds like they were coming from a bass drum.
At home I thought I would miss my friends at home when I traveled, the mountains, cabins, and lakes around me were so new to me that I simply didn’t have time to think about them. The atmosphere of my aunt and uncle’s lively conversation affected me. I joined their conversation with interest. I asked more questions and spoke less, and benefited from their perspectives.
“Evelyn, haven’t you thought about having another boyfriend? You’ve been divorced for two years.” Aunt Pat asked.
Mom thought for a moment and replied, “I’ve only had free time since last month, before that I didn’t have time to think about these things.”
“Looks like you’ll have to think about it, you’re still young and full of charm.” Pat said.
“Most of the men I come in contact with are either married or are not interested in anything with a divorced woman with a child. I think I’m past the age of marriage.”
“Ben can introduce you!”
“Pat, I don’t need a marriage broker, I’ve had a good life all these years and Paul and I live happily ever after. He’s given me enough comfort.” Mom ended the conversation, which surprised me. To prove her words, she gave me a tight hug and pulled me close.
No one made a sound for a long time, each sipping their drinks and clearing their minds. I couldn’t see Pat’s face in the moonlight. But it was obvious that she was embarrassed by Mom’s answer.Ben took a big gulp of his drink with ice and looked out over the lake. Mom sidled closer to me, as if she was afraid I would leave her. I felt touched at this point.
A few minutes later, Mom apologized to Pat, “I’m sorry, Pat, my tone of voice was rude.
You know my marriage with my ex-husband was a failure, and soon I will be asked to accept another man, and I am not mentally ready to accept another man. I still have to concentrate on Paul. in a few years I will think about it. Right now Paul and I are just getting out of hell and enjoying our new life and don’t want to risk bringing that back again. It wouldn’t be fair to Paul.”
“You’re doing the right thing Evelyn, I need to give more thought to the situation of the others.” Pat said.
“Paul’s a brilliant lad, but you’ve got other needs to consider.” Ben laughed.
“If that includes men who want to navigate my life, I can live without those needs.” Mom laughed when she finished.
The conversation continued and the tension from earlier had disappeared. We began to talk about what was new that day. Taking the opportunity of their conversation, I carefully recalled what they had just said. Mom even put her arm around my shoulder. Like a ray of sunshine in the darkness, I subconsciously thought that by “other needs” Ben meant that Mom had sexual needs. I felt Mom’s soft body against mine, and I couldn’t help but feel an emotion emerge. My attention was focused on the contact with Mom’s body. Before I knew what was happening, my desire was once again aroused. My tactile nerves were several times more sensitive than usual. My attention was focused on Mom’s thighs that were pressed against me and her breasts that were resting against her shoulders. My heart was beating noticeably faster and I was so nervous I could hardly breathe. I had to get away from Mom right away or I would go crazy. I immediately made my excuses and fled back to the bedroom.
I lay in bed, all sorts of crazy thoughts rolling up and down in my head. I was in love with my mom. Mom worked hard so we could have a good life. She even sacrificed remarriage for me. And I was fantasizing about her in the flesh. What’s wrong with me? Am I psychologically abnormal? Or is this just a phase every boy goes through during puberty?
Or is this sinful thought nothing more than a gust of wind, and all will be healed without a cure?
But one thing was certain, Mom became the sole object of my sexual fantasies. Thoughts of mother-son bonding ran through my head like a light. Even though I forced myself to try my best not to think about it, these thoughts still lingered in my head. In a daze, I fell asleep. In my sleep, I began to have sexual dreams about my mom.
I woke up again as Mom went back into the bedroom and got under the covers. The chill of the night had frozen her and she asked me to warm her body as she had done last night. I reached out and held her close to my chest as I got another erection, Mom didn’t say anything this time and didn’t move her body until she had warmed it up. When she started to turn around, I turned around as well so that she could start to warm her front, and Mom leaned her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my body for warmth. After a moment, I noticed that Mom’s shoulders were shrugging and her tears were dripping onto my shirt.
“Mom, what’s wrong with you?”
She stopped crying and said, “I was just thinking about my time with your father again. Tonight’s conversation reminded me of all the pain we’ve experienced in the past. Now, even though it’s just the two of us, I feel very happy. What about you?”
“Me too, I don’t miss dad at all, all I remember of him is him yelling at you.”
“Do you want anyone else to be your father?”
“Oh, no! I think I’m happy as long as the two of us are together. Do you want another husband?”
“I don’t want it now, I can love you ah, besides you can fill my feelings. Here, give your mother a kiss, it’s been a long time since we kissed goodnight.”
I went over to kiss Mom’s face and she actually kissed me with warm, soft lips. After a few breathless seconds of passionate kissing, we broke apart. Mom and I fell asleep cuddling.
The next day I woke up early to go to the bathroom, and I trotted up to bed and got under the covers, wrapping my arms around my mom’s back to keep her warm, and she leaned over and it looked like we were lying like two stacked spoons.
“Cold?” She asked.
“Almost froze my ass off!”
“I’m going to be up for a bit too, and you’ll be warming me up when I get back, I guess.”
“It would be my honor!” I replied.
Mom jumped out of bed and a few moments later she returned and we resumed our position with two spoons. “You’re lucky you didn’t have to squat down, my ass almost didn’t freeze to ice.” Mom said.
“Come here and warm up.” I hugged her tighter and I reacted again.
“Oh my God, I forgot my chastity belt again.” Mom grinned mischievously.
“It has thoughts about its mom, too.”
“Ah, I know, maybe it wants to warm up my cold ass.” Mom said as she snuggled closer to me.
I focused all my attention on the cock that was pushing against my mom’s ass. It’s strange, she’s reacting a little differently than she did before we came here. Since we’ve been here, she’s not acting like a mom in her words and actions, and I’m not acting like a son. The caution we showed in the kitchen at home a month ago was gone, and now mom seemed to want that we should get along more closely. I moved my hips to lie more comfortably. That’s when my cock slid over Mom’s hips and rested against the grave up pussy between her legs. It was soft and warm through the pajamas and shorts, and I could feel the sensations coming from there. I couldn’t resist thrusting a little deeper. Mom didn’t move a muscle while I did this.
I had never had an orgasm like this before. Mom moved at that moment, and the slight friction brought me to an instant orgasm as I tightly reported on Mom’s body, keeping my groin against her ass. An orgasm came over me and I let out, spraying cum all over my shorts while soaking Mom’s underwear and petticoats.
When it was all over, I simply didn’t know what to say. I was too afraid of Mom’s uneasiness to move my body. Finally I left her and said, “Gosh, I’m sorry, Mom, I just couldn’t help it, it just happened.” Mom didn’t say a word for a long time, and my embarrassment and fear grew with every second I waited. What the hell had I done? How could I do such a thing to my own mother?
Mom turned to me and kissed me and said, “Paul, don’t feel guilty, I was the one who was teasing you and these consequences were inevitable. I’m the one in this room who should be apologizing. Okay, give Mom a kiss and let’s keep this between you and me, okay?
I kissed Mom: “I love you!”
“I love you too!” Said tears flowing from the frames of his eyes.
That’s when Ben knocked on the door and told us to go out for breakfast. We hugged got dressed and got up. As she turned to me before leaving the bedroom she said, “Paul, yesterday when I said I didn’t need a husband, I was actually lying.”