On Wednesday afternoon, I finished my last exam smoothly and was quite satisfied with my performance. At the very least, returning to the top ten in my grade shouldn't be a problem. After two more days of classes, my results would be out on Friday, and I would also begin my month-long summer vacation.
As I rode my electric scooter away from school, Mom was already waiting outside the school gate. After a month of hard work, she had finally finished her exams, and we had arranged to go shopping this afternoon yesterday.
Mom was wearing light gray casual tapered pants with a matching long-sleeved jacket, white sneakers, and her smooth, high ponytail. Her clear and beautiful face, though unadorned, was radiant. While her overall style was still quite conservative, it exuded a youthful vibe that defied her age.
She stood on the roadside with a blank expression. Despite her aloof demeanor that seemed to keep people at a distance, her stunning beauty and slender, upright figure still drew frequent glances from passersby. It was now dismissal time, and some classmates who recognized her hurried to bow and greet her with great respect.
Only when she saw me approaching on my electric scooter did a smile finally appear in Mom's cool, clear peach blossom eyes. She waved at me and said softly, "Yangyang, over here."
"Mom, you're getting more and more beautiful, like a fairy descended to earth."
I parked my electric scooter beside Mom and praised her happily.
Mom glared at me and said crossly, "What nonsense are you spouting at the school gate!"
I said smugly, "What's there to be afraid of? I'm complimenting my mom on her beauty, who does that bother?"
Mom looked a bit helpless. She was quite well-known at No. 6 Middle School, and quite a few students were looking at the two of us right now. Although their gazes were filled with awe and envy, Mom, feeling guilty, still felt a bit uneasy. She quickly got on the back seat and urged, "Let's go quickly, let's go to Dayuecheng to shop."
"Alright!"
Feeling Mom's soft, warm hand on my waist, I inexplicably felt the happiness of being in love. I quickly twisted the throttle and took Mom away from the surging crowd of students leaving school.
"Yangyang, how did you do on the exam this time?"
On the way, Mom asked me.
I thought for a moment and replied, "Mom, I have a small request. Can you not ask the homeroom teacher for my results tomorrow or the day after?"
Mom's hands tightened, and the small hand on my waist changed from a caress to a pinch as she questioned, "What do you mean? Are you afraid I'll find out you didn't do well?"
I chuckled, "Can't you have a little faith in your precious son? To tell you the truth, I performed exceptionally well this time, but I'm not sure how well exactly. So I want to keep a little mystery and give you a surprise in person later."
"Hmph, that's more like it."
Mom said coyly, and her hand changed from a pinch back to a caress, her fragrant, soft arms around my waist tightening slightly.
My heart fluttered, and my thoughts began to wander.
Since I was discharged from the hospital, although both Mom and I had tacitly agreed not to cross the final line, our daily intimate play had become more elaborate, and our relationship had grown even closer. I found that my love for Mom was surging to the point where it was almost uncontrollable. Before, I only wanted Mom's body, but now I began to long to possess Mom's entire being, body and soul, and even Dad had become my subconscious rival.
Upon arriving at Dayuecheng, Mom and I found a Xiang Cuisine Restaurant. After we were seated and had ordered, I looked at Mom's gentle, watery face and said with a smile, "Mom, I always feel like I'm dating you, it's so blissful."
Hearing this, Mom quickly looked left and right, then lowered her voice and chided, "You little brat, don't talk nonsense, what if someone hears us?"
I shrugged, "Can you please act more naturally? Is there anything wrong with a son and his mother having a close relationship? Let's just talk openly, what's there to hide?"
Mom's pretty face flushed slightly, and she glanced at me from the corner of her eyes, muttering, "You know yourself if you're presentable or not."
I shrugged indifferently, "What do I know? Even if we held hands or hugged in public, people would just think our parent-child bond is harmonious. If anyone thinks otherwise, it just means they're the perverted one. I have a clear conscience anyway."
Mom couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, her bright eyes darting a look at me. "Of course, you have a clear conscience, you've got a thick skin."
Just then, the waiter brought the food to the table. Mom and I chatted while we ate.
Suddenly, I became curious about my parents' dating experiences and asked, "Mom, how did you and Old Song start dating back then?"
Mom placed a Money Egg into my bowl and pouted, "I was training, and your dad was busy writing his master's thesis. We only saw each other once or twice a month, just went out to eat and stroll around. How else would we have dated?"
For some reason, I felt a pang in my chest and couldn't help but say sourly, "When you were dating, did you give him your first time?"
Mom's eyebrows shot up, and she glared at me with her alluring eyes. "What's it to you? Don't ask what you shouldn't!"
The more she acted like this, the more uncomfortable I felt. I brazenly pressed on, "Oh, come on, I'm just curious. Just tell me. I... I see Dad as a rival in love right now, so I need to know everything about him and you."
"Song Yang! Shut up right now!"
Mom was both embarrassed and annoyed, warning me in a low voice. After a moment, seeing me dejectedly burying my head in my rice, looking pitiful, she sighed helplessly. "Your dad is such a blockhead, his mind is entirely on archaeology. How could you, at such a young age, not learn any good behavior? We... we consummated our marriage on our wedding night."
I looked up and blinked. Seeing the embarrassed expression on Mom's face, my curiosity grew even stronger. "Mom, neither you nor Dad are the type to make the first move. By all rights, there's no way you two should have ended up together. How did you meet?"
A hint of reminiscence flickered in Mom's eyes. "Your Auntie Shengnan introduced us. Do you remember Auntie Chen Shengnan?"
I scratched my head, then my eyes suddenly lit up. "Was she your closest best friend from the sports school? I remember now, she used to come to our house often when I was little. It feels like I haven't seen her in over ten years. Doesn't she live in Ninghai anymore?"
Mom nodded, her expression turning wistful. "Auntie Shengnan was your dad's junior high classmate and fellow townsman. I mentioned to her that I wanted to find someone stable and reliable to settle down with, so she introduced your dad to me. Later, she married a businessman and moved to Xishi a few years ago. We gradually lost touch."
I nodded in understanding. Seeing that Mom seemed a bit down, I quickly changed the subject. "Mom, honestly, I've never been in a relationship my whole life. Why don't you teach me?"
Mom froze, her tone turning stern. "You're only in your second year of high school, what are you talking about dating for? Date all you want when you get to college. Besides, I never really dated properly either, so I can't teach you."
I spread my hands, stating the obvious. "Right, I haven't dated, and you haven't dated properly either. Isn't that perfect? Let's try dating each other. If I date you, you can supervise me all the time. If I date another female classmate, what if my grades drop?"
"You dare!"
Mom glared at me, puffing with anger, and for the first time in a long time, she put on her stern mother demeanor. "You're about to start your senior year. You try dating someone? Don't think... don't think I won't be tough on you if you do!"
I thought for a moment and then took a step back. "How about this, Mom? Today's exam is over, and it's worth celebrating. How about just for tonight?"
Mom continued eating silently, ignoring me, but a faint blush crept onto her beautiful cheeks.
I pleaded, "Mom, just for one night. Let me experience it. I have no experience, what if I get tricked by a scheming girl in college?"
Mom hesitated and looked at me. Seeing my earnest gaze, she quickly turned her head away and whispered, "If you want to experience it, it's limited to being in the mall. No other places are up for discussion."
I was stunned at her words and understood what Mom meant. She was afraid I'd use dating as an excuse to rush into things.
I was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and teased, "Mom, I just genuinely wanted to experience what dating feels like. Aren't you thinking a bit too much? Or perhaps you're quite looking forward to it..."
My mom finally realized she had misunderstood me and was immediately embarrassed, covering her face in mortification and saying, "Stop it! If you say another word, I won't agree!"
"Okay, okay, I won't say another word."
I nodded with a playful grin, "Since you've confined the scope to Dayuecheng, with limited environments, let's start with the most cliché activities: eating, shopping, and watching a movie."
My mom picked up her water glass and took a sip to hide her embarrassment, saying, "Whatever, we came to shop anyway, it's all the same."
"How can it be the same?"
I wagged my finger at my mom and said seriously, "First of all, since we're dating, as boyfriend and girlfriend, you can't keep calling me son or Yangyang anymore."
My mom curiously asked me, "Then what should I call you?"
I flashed a mischievous smile, "That depends on what role you plan to play. If you want to be the senior, call me Song Yang. If you want to be the junior, call me Brother Yang... Ouch! Wrong, wrong, just call me by my name!"
Seeing my mom lean in to slap me, I quickly covered my head and begged for mercy, but I still couldn't dodge it, and received a couple of light but not too light slaps on my head.
After scolding me, my mom sat back and shot me a look, "You're so disrespectful all the time, you need a good lesson!"
I felt a little indignant and said resentfully, "Eating, shopping, watching a movie. We're eating now, which means the simulated dating has already begun. You... you can't do this. Why would you hit your boyfriend whenever you feel like it?"
My mom was amused by me and scoffed, "What? Don't say it's just a simulation. Even if we were really dating, if I wanted to hit you, I'd hit you. Are you not convinced?"
"I'm convinced, of course I'm convinced."
I gave a sheepish smile and then tentatively said, "You can't call me son, and I definitely can't call you mom. How about I just call you Wanqing... Cough cough... Never mind, never mind. I'll call you Ms. Lin, how about that?"
"That's more like it."
My mom retracted her half-raised arm and reluctantly agreed.
Seeing this, I immediately got into character and smiled, "Ms. Lin, are you satisfied with this meal?"
My mom was still a little unaccustomed to it and nodded somewhat uncomfortably.
I waved my hand grandly and called out, "Waiter, the bill!"
Then, I潇洒ly took out my phone and paid for the meal.
My mom eyed me suspiciously, "Where did you get the money?"
I showed my mom my balance and said proudly, "Ms. Lin, this is all the allowance my mom gave me. I saved it for a month to treat you to shopping. I'll pay for everything today, as long as it doesn't exceed five hundred."
My mom burst into laughter, shaking with mirth and leaning on my shoulder, unable to straighten up for a long time.
As we walked out of the restaurant, I reached out to hold my mom's soft hand. My mom was startled and quickly pulled away, "What are you doing?"
I looked at her innocently, "Ms. Lin, holding hands between boyfriend and girlfriend isn't too much, is it?"
Mom looked a bit embarrassed. She glanced around, then lowered her head and said, "No, what if someone we know sees us?"
I thought about it and agreed. Dayuecheng ( Dayue City) was quite famous in Ninghai. It was possible we'd run into students or teachers from Sixth Middle School. So, I suggested, "How about you link your arm with mine? That should be more acceptable."
Mom pondered for a moment, then shyly extended her hands and linked her arms with mine. Her pretty face was flushed, and she kept her head down, not daring to look up.
As we walked, I tried to coax her, "Ms. Lin, please try to act more naturally. We're actually quite normal right now, but if you keep making that face, it'll seem abnormal."
Mom couldn't help but pinch the soft flesh on my arm. Then, she took a deep breath and slowly lifted her incredibly beautiful face.
I was very pleased with this and lightly asked, "Ms. Lin, where would you like to wander?"
Mom whispered, "Wherever."
"How about we get some milk tea first?"
I didn't really know what to do, so I suggested activities I'd seen online for dates. Mom didn't say anything, which I took as consent.
Afterward, Mom and I went to the first basement level of the mall and bought two cups of Ba Wang Cha Ji. We drank them while looking around. In a small accessories shop, Mom looked at a pair of heart-shaped crystal earrings for a long time. They weren't expensive, only about eighty yuan. When I wanted to buy them, Mom refused, saying she didn't have her ears pierced.
Perhaps it was because she wasn't allowed to wear jewelry as an athlete, or perhaps out of respect for the teaching profession, or maybe Dad never paid attention to these things. For whatever reason, Mom had never seemed to consider dressing herself up.
But I could feel that Mom really liked those earrings. To be precise, women are naturally drawn to such things. Mom had clearly suppressed her natural inclinations, either actively or passively. This made me feel a little heartbroken. In the end, despite Mom's objections, I bought the earrings and asked Mom to find time to get her ears pierced together.
Unable to refuse me, Mom could only agree. Her expression was complex, a mix of helplessness, gratitude, joy, and a bit of trepidation about the unknown changes my actions might bring to her life.
We browsed the mall floor by floor. By the time we reached the cinema, Mom had completely relaxed. She held my arm more naturally and would occasionally reveal a rare, charmingly naive side of herself, which made my eyes go wide.
We hadn't planned to watch a movie. As it turned out, the earliest showing was a domestic youth romance film. From the poster, I knew the plot would be full of melodrama, yet Mom seemed quite interested. After buying the tickets and entering the theater, as the movie began, I became even more convinced of my initial prediction about the film.
It was the summer season, but the attendance rate was less than twenty percent. Mom and I sat in the fourth row from the back. The three rows in front of us and the three rows behind us were all empty. Only in the seats further forward were there about ten scattered audience members. The attendance rate was truly dismal.
Mom rarely came to the cinema; in my memory, she almost never had. So, she appeared quite excited, sitting up straight, holding her unfinished milk tea, her gaze fixed on the big screen.
I also rarely came to the cinema, but at this moment, I had no interest in the movie at all. My original intention was for Mom and I to experience the feeling of dating, my thoughts were quite pure. However, in the pitch-black darkness around us, with no one in front, behind, or to the sides, my lust was immediately stimulated and began to stir.
Seeing Mom engrossed in the movie, I directly took her small hand, felt it, squeezed it, and then brought it to my lips to kiss it a couple of times. After a while, seeing Mom didn't react, I stealthily placed it on my crotch.
Mom felt the hardness beneath my crotch and immediately pulled her hand back. She turned her head and said angrily, "Watch the movie properly, don't mess around!"
I pointed at the big screen, "Ms. Lin, the movie's been playing this whole time. You watch your movie, I'll do my thing. We won't interfere with each other."
"Don't push it!"
Mom warned me in a hushed voice, then turned back to watch the movie.
I chuckled inwardly. Mom was quite unrestrained at home, even more playful than me. Who would have thought she'd get so shy once we went out?
I held my mother's small hand and stroked my fully erect cock through her pants. After a while, seeing my mother quietly staring at the big screen, I simply unzipped my pants, pulled down my underwear, and released my hot member, then grabbed my mother's soft little hand and guided it.
This time, my mother finally noticed something was wrong. Her eyes widened as she turned her head and whispered, "Are you crazy?! This is a cinema!"
In the faint light of the big screen, I could see my mother's beautiful face filled with shock and panic, her eyes anxious and annoyed. Her arm kept pulling back, trying to free her hand from my hard, hot cock.
I was very excited and quickly explained, "Ms. Lin, don't panic, there's no one around us."
As I spoke, I held my mother's delicate, smooth wrist and began to stroke.
My mother struggled even more violently. I quickly leaned in and licked her crystal-clear earlobe, "Ms. Lin, if you're good, nothing will happen. If you keep making a fuss like this, you'll be discovered because of the noise."
My mother shivered from my licking and immediately stopped struggling. She nervously looked around and, finding no one there, finally breathed a sigh of relief and scolded softly, "You wicked child, where do you learn so many wicked ideas every day!?"
I chuckled, "Ms. Lin, please watch your wording. 'Wicked child' is a term of endearment exclusively for my dearest mother. You're not qualified to call me that right now. And speaking of wicked ideas, cough, cough, actually, my mom at home is much more daring than I am."
Hearing this, my mother was utterly ashamed. She quickly turned her face away, no longer looking at me, but she didn't pull her hand back any further.
I continued stroking my cock with my mother's small hand, subtly observing her. I noticed her lips were tightly pressed together, her gaze flickering, and her breathing gradually quickening. A thought stirred within me, and I quietly released her hand.
Indeed, freed from my control, my mother continued to hold my cock with her own warm, soft hand, stroking it with a gentle, steady rhythm. It was my first time doing something like this in public, and the excitement came quickly. But I was unwilling to end it like this. I glanced at her tightly pursed, delicate lips, swallowed, and leaned closer to her ear, asking, "Ms. Lin, is the milk tea good?"
My mother frowned and glanced at me, "You have your own, why are you asking me?"
I licked my mother's delicate earlobe again, my breath hot as I spoke, "Little Yangyang wants to drink too."
My mother was stunned for a moment before she understood my meaning. She was instantly enraged and instinctively raised the hand that was stroking my cock to grab my ear. But knowing my mother's hidden desires, I grabbed her high ponytail before she could, and with a slight pull of my arm, I pushed her face down towards my proudly erect cock.
"Mmm..."
The glans perfectly met my mother's full, alluring lips.
My mother grunted, her body writhing and struggling. I held her ponytail with one hand and pressed on her back with the other, my voice hoarse as I said, "Ms. Lin, please help me. When I get hard at home, my mother always helps me with her mouth."
Upon hearing my words, my mother's body trembled slightly. She struggled a few more times, but her soft, moist tongue involuntarily began to lick my glans.
"Hiss... Ms. Lin, you're amazing, your technique is as good as my mom's."
I was so close to heaven I could have ascended. I continued to stimulate my mother with my words, while my hands simultaneously caressed her straight, smooth ponytail and her curvaceous back.
My mother finally stopped struggling. With one hand holding my cock and the other resting on my thigh, she began to expertly suck and swallow with her cherry-like mouth.
I had anticipated my mother's instinctive desire to be conquered, which gave me confidence from our countless intimate moments together.
When I pleaded softly, my mother would usually refuse, but when I insisted, she would always retreat step by step and fulfill my request. Of course, this didn't include situations where my mother took the initiative herself.
My mother seemed eager to make me ejaculate quickly. Not only was she sucking and licking with exceptional focus and care, but her hand holding my cock would occasionally move to caress and knead my testicles. In less than three minutes, I felt a twitching sensation in my scrotum.
The intense pleasure almost extinguished my reason. I held my mother's head and thrust my hips upwards forcefully, pushing my hot cock deeper into her mouth. My voice hoarse, I said, "I'm coming... Wanqing... your mouth is amazing..."
Hearing my bold address, Mother's hand on my thigh suddenly tightened, pinching the soft flesh until it hurt. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure. Seeing Mother about to swallow my penis, I quickly said, "No, if it gets on your clothes, people will see! Swallow it for me, Wanqing, I'm ejaculating for you... Ah!"
"Mmm! Mmm!"
Just as I was about to climax, Mother suddenly struggled violently. She fiercely pinched my thigh, pushed my hand away with all her might, lifted her head, and hastily grabbed the nearly empty milk tea cup. She opened the lid and thrust the cup directly onto my already ejaculating glans. Then, panting heavily, she slapped me on the head, "You brat! You... are you just itching for me to discipline you!"
Immersed in unparalleled pleasure, I immediately wrapped my arms around Mother's slender neck and kissed her mouth, which had a bit of semen on it. "Wanqing, I love you so much!"
"Mmmph..."
This time, Mother didn't let me have my way easily. She gritted her teeth, shook her head, and struggled free, saying angrily, "Don't call me by my name!"
I looked at Mother's flushed cheeks and her expression of shyness and annoyance. I gently changed my address, "Mom, your son loves you, and will always love you the most."
As I spoke, I leaned in again. This time, Mother didn't refuse me, but instead cupped my face and met my passionate kiss.
After a long while, our lips parted, a thin stream of saliva connecting us, illuminated by the dim light of the big screen, making it look incredibly sensual.
Mother's cheeks were flushed, with a hint of seductive arousal. She took a few rapid breaths, then reached out to take the milk tea cup from me, covered it, and suddenly stood up, saying, "Let's go."
I retracted my little brother and zipped up my pants. As I got up, I asked, "You don't want to watch anymore?"
Mother paused in her steps and looked back at me with an annoyed glare, "Watch what! I'm in no mood to watch!"
I chuckled foolishly, "Okay, if you don't want to watch, we won't. This movie is boring. We'll come again when there's a big blockbuster."
"Dream on! There won't be a next time!"
Mother said hatefully. As we exited the cinema, the desire having subsided, I recalled my audacious actions from earlier and felt a bit of apprehension. I didn't dare let Mother link arms with me again. Instead, I ingratiatingly held onto her delicate, slender arm, looking like a fawning sycophant.
Mother seemed a bit impatient and shook me off, saying as if throwing a tantrum, "Don't be so clingy. The dating simulation is over, get lost."
With that, she walked towards a nearby trash can.
She intended to throw away the milk tea cup. However, out of habit, she shook it. Hearing the sloshing of liquid inside, she then bit the straw and took a sip.
I froze, staring blankly at Mother.
Mother subconsciously swallowed the liquid she had sucked into her mouth. Only then did she realize something was wrong, and she instantly froze in place, her stunning face flushing and paling erratically.
I couldn't help but swallow. Compelled by some strange force, I blurted out, "Mom, what does it taste like?"
Mother fiercely crushed the milk tea cup in her hand, then lifted her long, straight, beautiful leg and kicked me squarely in the behind, "Get out!"
After returning from Dayuecheng, I immediately transformed into an obedient, incredibly well-behaved, and doting son. My interactions with Mother could be described by an idiom that, while perhaps not entirely appropriate, perfectly captured my state of mind: mutual respect as between guests.
I could tell that what happened in the cinema made Mother a little uncomfortable. It wasn't anger or resentment, but rather a sort of awkwardness from finding it hard to accept, yet seemingly enjoying it.
I habitually began to analyze, and the conclusion I reached was that my mother's true self was hidden in the deepest part of her heart, her cool and proud exterior being her defense. Now, however, my mother hid her true self in our small three-bedroom apartment, the door with the password lock becoming her new defense.
This wasn't intentional on my mother's part, but rather a subconscious desire not to expose her true self to anyone other than me. In fact, if I hadn't actively worked to get closer, and if my identity wasn't her son, perhaps no one would ever discover the real her in this lifetime, including my mother herself.
I understood that my mother needed time to gradually accept everything, so for the past two and a half days, I hadn't said a single inappropriate word. Apart from leaving for school and returning home to hug and kiss her, I hadn't done anything out of line.
On Friday afternoon, I suppressed my overwhelming excitement, enduring the final class under my teacher's pleased gaze and my classmates' repeated congratulations of "Chosen One." As soon as the bell rang, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and sprinted downstairs, reaching the bike shed in fifteen seconds and leaving school in five. Eighteen minutes later, I arrived at the community's delivery station, and three minutes after that, I was standing at my front door.
Honestly, even though I only rode an electric scooter, with the exquisite skills and wild speed I displayed on the road, Vin Diesel would have called me "Bro." I took a deep breath, calming the excitement within me, trying to appear as usual, and slowly reached out to unlock the fingerprint scanner.
"Mom, I'm home..."
I stopped midway through my greeting, my eyes staring blankly at the six delicious-looking dishes on the dining table, a bad premonition rising in my heart.
"Yangyang! Oh, my good son is finally home!"
My mother, holding a bowl of soup with both hands, came trotting out of the kitchen in her slippers. Her exceptionally beautiful face was adorned with a radiant smile, her eyes and brows filled with joy. After setting down the soup, she hurried over to me, cupped my face in her hands, and planted a kiss on my lips.
Still clinging to a sliver of hope, I chuckled dryly, "My birthday isn't until tomorrow, Mom. Why did you make so many dishes?"
My mother affectionately ruffled my hair and winked at me, "What do you think?"
At this point, I had completely given up all hope. My face fell, and I huffed, "Didn't you promise not to ask about my grades beforehand?"
My mother chuckled lightly and gave me a sideways glance, "I really didn't ask. Who told me my son got first place in the grade? Your homeroom teacher called me directly to deliver the good news and even said she'd treat me to a meal at the start of the semester to thank me for raising such a bright student who's potentially going to Tsinghua or Peking University."
"Hmph, I didn't study for her, and besides, she ruined the surprise. No need to accept her invitation."
I threw a small tantrum.
My mother happily linked her arm through mine, "Don't say that. Your homeroom teacher is quite responsible, and Mom is very surprised, exceptionally surprised. I've been in a state of surprise since I got the call at noon. My son is truly amazing!"
As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and kissed my cheek again.
Catching the faint, elegant fragrance of my mother, my mood improved slightly. After washing my hands, I sat down at the dining table with her. Looking at my mother, whose face was beaming with joy, I cleared my throat twice and asked while picking up food, "Mother, I broke my own record and got first place in the grade. Tomorrow is also my birthday. What gift are you preparing for me?"
My mother was indeed in a very good mood, and even her usually crisp and gentle voice was a bit louder, "What do you want, son? As long as Mom can do it, I'll satisfy you!"
I looked at my vibrant and incomparably radiant mother with an infatuated gaze. After a moment, I softly said, "Mom, tonight I want... to touch you."
This was a signal of affection that only my mother and I understood, because we both knew what "touch" meant. My mother's ecstatic expression froze abruptly, her beautiful face instantly flushing red. She uncomfortably fiddled with her ponytail and whispered, "Let's eat first, and we'll talk about it tonight."
"Okay!"
Upon hearing this, my heart leaped with joy, and I secretly thought that today was likely to be successful. It wasn't appropriate to press the issue further at this moment; we both understood without needing to say more.
The lively atmosphere in the living room suddenly quieted. My mother and I ate in silence. After the meal, I helped my mother clear the dishes and clean up. Normally, she never let me do these chores, but she was clearly in a state of turmoil right now and had no time to pay attention to what I was doing.
After finishing the housework, my mother paced back and forth in the room, appearing somewhat at a loss. After pacing for a while, she simply sat on the sofa and started scrolling through short videos. However, she scrolled so fast, about two videos per second, her thumb constantly swiping across the phone screen, completely indifferent to the content of the videos.
I found it amusing, but I was also very nervous and excited. I went back to my room to open the extra-large condoms I had just bought online. I spent a long time studying the instructions, then pretended to read a book for a while. By 8:30, I could no longer hold it in. I opened my door and saw my mother sitting on the sofa, staring blankly out at the dark night, her gaze completely unfocused.
I didn't disturb my mother. I went to the bathroom and scrubbed myself from head to toe three times. Then, I put on my pajamas and went to my mother's side, saying softly, "Mom, why don't you take a bath first?"
My mother came back to her senses, her head lowered, not looking at me. She gave a faint "Mm" and went to the bedroom to get her pajamas and quietly wash up.
I sat on the sofa, waiting with anxious impatience. Suddenly, I felt that my mother and I were a bit ridiculous. We had already been completely open with each other, even going as far as to engage in such acts, yet now we were both so nervous.
This wouldn't do. As the saying goes, when the time comes, one must be bold. My mother was already somewhat inclined towards submission in matters of love and passion. If I were to be nervous as well, wouldn't that be completely hopeless?
I silently cheered myself on. After nearly half an hour, my mother finally emerged from the bathroom, her steps hesitant. She had changed into a light pink pajama set, her long, black, smooth hair cascading over her shoulders. Her beautiful, delicate face was like a lotus emerging from water, with blushes of red on her cheeks, making her appear even more tender and lovely.
Without regard for what my mother intended to do, I went up, took her warm little hand, and led her towards my room.
My mother was in a state of panic, not expecting me to be so direct. She quickly pleaded, "Wait, Yangyang, let Mom... consider for another ten minutes?"
I tightened my grip and pulled my mother into my arms. Then, I bent down, scooped her up in a princess carry, and said firmly, "You can lie on the bed and take your time to consider. I can wait for you."
"Oh, you... you don't have to do this..."
My mother was overcome with shyness. She wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her head in my chest, her voice tinged with a playful rebuke, yet also weak.
I ignored her, strode back into the room, kicked my heel against the door, and shut it tightly. Then, I gently placed my mother on the bed and climbed up, kneeling between her legs.
My mother covered her face with her slender jade hands, afraid to look at me. Her cheeks were as red as if they were on fire, and her delicate body trembled slightly, revealing her nervousness and unease.
I silently watched my mother. The tempestuous sea in my heart suddenly calmed down.
I had previously envisioned what our first time making love would be like. I had designed many foreplay scenarios, contemplated many suggestive lines, and planned many positions. But at this moment, as the wish was about to come true, I had no lewd or lustful thoughts. All I felt was a deep and profound love.
"Mom, please lower your hands and look at me. I have something to tell you."
I spoke in a calm voice, though my tone trembled slightly.
My mother hesitated, conflicted. After a long while, she slowly moved her hands away from her face, revealing her shy, charming, and beautiful countenance. Her moist, peach-blossom eyes were not at all the cold and proud gaze she had when facing others. Instead, they were like those of a startled little rabbit, glancing at me before quickly looking away. In a soft and gentle voice, she stammered, "What... what do you want to say?"
I reached out and took my mother's soft, warm jade hand. I gazed into her eyes with a serious expression and said, "The day before yesterday at Dayue City, I lied to you again. I don't actually want to date other girls at all. I only want to date you. My heart belongs only to you, and I will only ever love you."
"Yangyang..."
My mother finally dared to look me directly in the eyes. A moisture began to well up in her peach-blossom eyes. She softly called my name.
I brought my mother's hand to my lips and kissed it. I continued, "Mom, I'm an adult now. I know my own mind very clearly. I feel that besides you, I will never fall in love with any other woman in this lifetime. I only want you."
Her eyes reddened, and she gently shook her head, sighing, "You're still young and don't understand how long a lifetime truly is. Mom can't accompany you for your entire life."
"I know, I know very well!"
I crawled forward on my knees to her, tightly hugging her soft body, and said earnestly into her ear, "Mom, I don't need you to accompany me for my entire life because I've already decided that I should be the one to accompany you for your entire life. I will do my utmost to make you happy, to make you the most envied woman in the world."
"Silly child... silly Yangyang..."
Mom's voice choked up. She suddenly pushed me away, cupped my cheeks, and kissed me.
It was an incredibly passionate, long kiss. Mom and I were completely投入 in our kiss, our lips and tongues entwined as if we wanted
Mom described the feeling of being penetrated by her son's large penis in a dazed and infatuated manner.
I could barely suppress my primal urges. With a forceful thrust of my hips, I pushed his bulging, veined member more than halfway in!
"Ah! Hnnng... Slow down... Yangyang, slow down..."
Mom let out a sharp cry. Her dazzlingly white body trembled, her gasps now laced with sobs.
"Hiss... So good, Mom, you're so tight down there, like you're trying to swallow me whole."
I felt a tingling numbness of pleasure too. More than half of my penis was tightly gripped by warm vaginal walls. The smooth, creamy flesh of her cunt enveloped my thick shaft, while waves of fiery, sweet juices aided the sensation. Most potent of all were the layered internal folds, which clung to my penis with each thrust, like small hands massaging it.
"Don't... Don't say that, Yangyang..."
Mom covered her flushed, pretty face, protesting my explicit and embarrassing words.
I took a breath and cautiously asked, "Mom, can we move now?"
Mom nodded silently, then quickly reminded me, "Go slow at first, don't... don't go all the way in. Your's is too long and too big, Mom... Mom needs to get used to it."
"Don't worry, I'm only halfway in."
I promised Mom, my gaze fixed on our conjoined genitals. Her tender, pink, white lotus cunt looked like a greedy little mouth swallowing my large dick. I slowly moved my hips, withdrawing my penis, and as my glans neared the opening again, I slowly pushed it back in. With each in-and-out motion, my large cock once again experienced that massage-like pleasure.
"So good, Mom, sex is really so good."
I gasped, my thrusts gradually quickening. Mom's tender, white lotus cunt pulsed with my movements. As I pushed in, her fair pubic mound slightly swelled. When I withdrew, her small labia, tucked inside the cunt's opening, were drawn out, as if wanting to escape the harsh invasion of my thick cock and gasp for air.
"Ah... Hmmhmm... Hnnn... Uh..."
Mom's moans gradually merged into a continuous stream, faintly tinged with whimpers. I couldn't help but look up. Her incredibly beautiful face was now filled with seductive charm. Her hair was disheveled around her temples, her long, slender eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes half-closed, and her cherry-like mouth slightly parted, from which a stream of alluring moans flowed. Her entire body, as fair as mutton-fat jade, trembled slightly. Her slender arms were raised, her jade-like hands gripping the bedsheet tightly, making her gently swaying breasts appear even more rounded, perky, and elastic. The waves on her breasts rippled with small undulations, spreading wave after wave from their base, looking like two bags full of milk.
This beautiful sight made my eyes turn red. My primal lust surged. As I continued to thrust, I hoarsely asked, "Mom, are you used to it yet? Can your son fuck you freely?"
"Ying... You... You mustn't use foul language..."
Mom chided me softly, still trying to educate me.
Hearing this, I directly placed Mom's long, straight legs on my shoulders. This action caused her thighs to press inward, making her cunt even tighter. "Answer my question first! Can I fuck you freely!"
"Hmm... Hmmm... No... Uhhh... I can't..."
Mom gasped intermittently, her face flushed crimson, her teeth biting her lower lip, her head shaking from side to side. It looked like rejection, yet it carried an air of coy resistance.
"I'll take it slow. Tell me if it hurts."
I was too eager to ravish my now incredibly seductive mother with full force. After a brief warning, I slowly pushed my cock in, probing deeper and deeper into Mom's cunt. I felt the opening flesh becoming tighter and hotter, almost making me ejaculate.
"Mmmph... so full... Hnnngh... Yangyang is so big... Ah..."
Mother's moans grew more melodious and lingering. I don't know what she was thinking, but she suddenly said dreamily, "Mmmh... too deep... Yangyang's is reaching places Daddy never did..."
"Fuck!"
A jolt went through me. I thrust my hips forward forcefully, and my 20-centimeter cock plunged entirely into Mother's slick, warm, tender, and moist cunt. Immediately, I felt countless tiny folds caressing and rubbing against my shaft. My glans, deep within Mother's core, felt enveloped by soft, slippery flesh, like a small mouth sucking and licking.
"Ah... no more... Woooo... it's too deep... I can't take it anymore... Mmmph... I'm going to break..."
As I pushed in completely, Mother immediately threw her head back and let out a high-pitched cry. Her slender legs, which had been resting on my shoulders, instantly clamped down on my head. Her tender, cute toes curled tightly as she arched her back and writhed, crying and shaking her head. Then, she suddenly collapsed back onto the bed, her rosy nipples pointed straight up. Her fair, creamy breasts heaved with her rapid breathing.
I was already numb with pleasure, feeling the slick juices gushing from the fiery tightness within. I couldn't help but press hard against Mother's tender, soft opening. My slightly cool testicles pressed tightly against her wet outer labia. My thick, monstrous cock was completely submerged in her sweet core. Then, instinctively, I twisted my hips, grinding my glans against that soft flesh.
"Mmmph... Ah... It burns... Yangyang, Mother's burning... Woooo... I'm going to pee... I'm going to pee again..."
Mother cried out, her plump, long legs, which were held in mid-air, suddenly starting to tremble. She quickly grabbed a pillow and covered her face, her fair jade hands gripping the sides of the pillow. She arched her waist, as if trying to push me back inside her, desperately squeezing towards my crotch. Slightly shy, charming moans escaped from beneath the covers, muffled but captivating.
It was then that I realized. The soft flesh enveloping my glans must be what novels describe as the "flower heart," also known as the cervix.
Doesn't this mean I've returned to a long-lost home?
At this thought, an intense stimulation surged through my body from my brain. My seed gate loosened, and as Mother's tender opening gushed with fluids from her climax, my glans forcefully broke through the flower heart, spurting out a large amount of semen!
Mother, who had just finished climaxing and was about to remove the pillow to catch her breath, was unexpectedly met with the impact of my hot, thick semen. Caught off guard, she opened her ruby lips and let out another series of gasps.
"Mmmph... So hot... Yangyang... You're burning Mother's womb... Mmmph..."
After the climax, Mother weakly let her legs fall. She lay sprawled out before me, her exquisite face flushed, even her slender neck stained a seductive pink. A few strands of messy hair clung to her smooth forehead. Her dazed, alluring eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. Her lips parted slightly as she gasped for air, her fair, rounded breasts rising and falling gently with her trembling.
"Mom."
I called out softly.
"Mmm..."
Mother responded weakly.
"Lie down comfortably, I'll take good care of you."
As I spoke, I bent Mother's slender, voluptuous legs, bringing her thighs to rest against her chest. I had her fair, delicate feet step onto my chest, then I thrust my hips, quickly withdrawing my still-hard cock from Mother's tight, sweet core and plunging it back in fiercely.
"Ah! Mmmph... Mmm... Mmhmm... Slow down... Ah... Slow down, Yangyang..."
The aftershocks hadn't even faded when the battle began anew. Mother let out a scream at first, then covered her mouth with her small hand, moaning softly. Her sweat-drenched body trembled with my thrusts, her fair, elastic breasts bouncing up and down, creating even more intense waves.
Thump-thump-thump! The sound of flesh colliding was swift and fierce. I was like a young calf, my rod tirelessly conquering Mother's tender, soft core. Mother's moans grew more rapid, her slightly narrowed, alluring eyes filled with moisture, her gaze towards me hazy and weak. One hand covered her mouth, the other gripped the bedsheet. Each time my glans hit the flower heart, Mother involuntarily arched her neck, her moans stretching out into long, drawn-out sighs.
"Mmmph... Hnnngh... It's broken... It's going to break from being penetrated... Ugh..."
Her mother cried out, her panting growing more intense. The pair of jade feet on my chest began to press down, her crystal-clear toes curling involuntarily, tinged with a soft pink. Noticing this, I reached out and grabbed both her slender, smooth ankles. Spreading my knees, I clamped them around her shapely buttocks. My gaze fell upon her pristine, tender mound, which was rhythmically swallowing my thick cock. With a sudden surge of my hips, I began to pound into her like a jackhammer.
"Ahhh... Hnnngh... Slow... Slow down... You're going to kill me with this cock..."
Her mother screamed back, her voice choked with tears. Her small hands either clutched the bedsheets, tearing at them, or flailed wildly in the air, her snow-white breasts bouncing ecstatically, a tidal wave of cleavage surging.
My eyes, bloodshot, stared intently at her honeyed orifice, slick with her fluids and being turned inside out by my massive cock. The stark visual contrast between my dark, monstrous shaft and her tender, smooth mound perfectly satisfied my deepest desires for perverse pleasure. I couldn't help but groan, pounding harder and with more force.
Suddenly, her mother stopped her panting and moaning. Her long legs, lifted in the air by me, began to tremble. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her upper body arching like a cooked shrimp, her flushed, alluring face showing a hint of pallor. Her hazy, moist eyes rolled back uncontrollably, and she seemed to go limp, her body going stiff for a full five seconds before she collapsed heavily onto the bed.
Startled, I immediately stopped thrusting and rushed to embrace her. "Mom, what's wrong? Are you okay? Mom?"
Her mother's breathing was shallow. After a long moment, she opened her hazy eyes and looked at me blankly. "Bad son, Mom got... got dizzy from you."
Hearing this, my cock twitched. I chuckled sheepishly, "Can you continue?"
Her mother closed her eyes and took a deep breath, lying stiffly on the bed like a dead fish. She said softly, "Mom really has no strength left. You do it yourself."
"Okay, you rest for a bit then."
With her affirmative response, I moved back to the foot of the bed, bent her fair, plump legs into an M-shape, and guided my cock back into her warm, slippery womb.
Thump thump thump! The sound of flesh hitting flesh resumed. I thrust relentlessly, reaching the deepest part of her passage with every stroke. Though her moans had faded to a whisper, her abundant fluids showed no sign of lessening. On the contrary, they flowed out more and more with the continuous pounding of my thick cock. The folds within her cavity squeezed and caressed my shaft non-stop. As I fucked her, I savored the sensation, realizing that her honeyed orifice seemed to slowly contract with the increasing duration of my thrusts, as if breathing around my cock, bringing me immense pleasure. I found the act of making love utterly exquisite, and my cock immediately throbbed with even greater vigor.
Slurp slurp. Her fluids acted as a lubricant between her cavity and my shaft, making lewd squelching sounds with every in-and-out motion. Her tender mound was already turning red and swollen from my fucking, but this didn't evoke any pity in me. Instead, it further fueled my desire for unrestrained perversion.
"Mmm... Mngh... Mmmhmmm..."
Her moans gradually grew louder, her exquisitely beautiful face once again flushed with seductive crimson.
Recalling the adult films I'd watched online, I suddenly withdrew my cock. A muffled pop sounded from her orifice, and a large amount of honeyed fluid, trapped within her cavity, immediately gushed out, completely drenching her mound and soaking a large patch of the bedsheet.
"Mmm... Yangyang..."
Her mother seemed to have recovered now. Seeing me withdraw, she called out dreamily, her voice sweet and syrupy. Her slender waist arched, as if searching for the thick, hard pole that could fill the emptiness in her body.
I grabbed her legs and applied a little pressure, positioning her to lie on her right side. Then, I knelt on her right thigh, lifted my left leg to my side, and gripped my cock, reinserting it into her now thoroughly lubricated honeyed orifice.
"Mmm-ah..."
Her mother let out a moan of satisfaction. Resting her head on one arm, she draped the other over her round, full buttocks. Her small hand gently hooked my thigh, and her body swayed back and forth, her breasts surging like waves.
This position allowed me to take in her perfect S-shaped curves. Greedily, I surveyed this voluptuous body that belonged to me, and then, I raised my hand and slapped her perky, plump buttock.
Slap! "Ahhh..."
Her mother immediately let out a cry of pain.
Slap! I slapped her again.
"Mmm…"
Mother's cry suddenly became a little seductive and alluring.
Seeing this, my throat went dry, and I grabbed half of her buttock, thrusting wildly.
"Ahhh… Yangyang… good boy… harder… harder… fuck me, Mom…"
Mother let out a dazed, lustful cry. Hearing this, I sped up by another third, my voice hoarse as I asked, "Mom, are you enjoying this, son?"
"Mmm… enjoying it… so good…"
"What feels good?"
"Ah… uh… my little pussy feels good… Mom's little pussy feels good…"
Smack! I raised my hand and slapped her fair, tender buttocks, which already bore red finger marks, and said, panting heavily, "Say it again! What feels good!?"
"Hmph… sob…"
Mother sobbed, her voice trembling as she stammered, "My little hole feels good… mmm ah… my little hole is going to be ruined by my son… it feels so good… so comfortable…"
"Do you like your son fucking you?"
"Hmph, uh… I do… I like my son…"
"What do you like about your son?"
"Mmm hmm… I like… mmm ah… I like my son fucking me… Mom loves being fucked by her baby boy… fuck me… fuck me to death… fuck my slutty hole…"
As if a switch had been flipped, Mother's words became more lewd with each sentence. The tight, narrow cavity embracing my thick cock contracted rapidly, the folds on her vaginal walls writhing madly, and streams of warm, slippery precum gushed from her flower.
I was instantly stimulated. I reached out, encircling Mother's slender waist, and with a lift and a push, I positioned her in a doggy-style pose.
Mother had transformed into a lustful beast, submitting to me without any resistance. She rested her head on her crossed, delicate arms, her slender waist sinking slightly. She brought her legs together, arching her plump buttocks, and exposed her tender, deep-penetrated hole and her slightly brownish anus to me without reservation.
I thrust my cock forward, my glans nudging the entrance of her hole. With the copious precum flowing, I plunged it all the way in.
"Mmm ah…"
Mother moaned seductively. Her tight, hot cavity contracted, drenching my glans in more honey-like fluid.
I knelt behind Mother, my fingers spread wide, pressing into her perky, plump buttocks. I thrust my hips, pumping my cock in and out. Looking down, I saw her flushed, swollen honey hole greedily swallowing my thick, monstrous cock, veins bulging, nestled between her snow-white, abundant buttocks that rolled like waves. Her tender labia were drawn in and out with my cock, exuding a delicate vulnerability, as if unable to withstand such vigorous penetration.
Thwack, thwack, thwack! I showed no mercy, thrusting like a jackhammer. My scrotum slammed heavily onto her soft, mound-like hole with every deep thrust, making a lewd thudding sound.
"Ah… this feels so good… so deep… Mom can't take it anymore… Yangyang… slow down… spare Mom… Mom's little hole is really going to be ruined…"
Mother cried out lustfully. Though she said she couldn't take it, her large ass moved in sync with my cock, thrusting forward and back, trying to ensure every penetration reached her flower's core.
Mom's current appearance is truly too alluring and wanton. The image of Mom's cold and stern demeanor from when she was at Sixth Middle School flashed through my mind. This intense contrast made it difficult for me to control myself. I simply wrapped my arms around Mom's delicate and slender waist, pulling her body tightly against mine. I put all my strength into thrusting, asking as I did, "Mom, has Dad ever fucked you like this?"
"Ahhh… No… Never… Only Yangyang dares to fuck Mom like this…"
"So, do you prefer being fucked by your son or your husband?"
"Mmm… Son… Mom likes being fucked by her son… My baby son's cock is the biggest…"
"Fuck! Wanton Mom! I'm gonna fuck you to death! Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck! Hiss… I'm cumming! I came inside you! Into your flower heart!"
"Mmm… Come for Mom… Sob… So hot, so much… Ah…"
Mom let out unrestrained, wild moans. Her tight, constricted cavity contracted and spasmed, squirting out a large amount of nectar. I too finally reached my peak, growling as I thrust my hips hard, grinding against Mom's full, round, plump buttocks. My lower abdomen pressed tightly against the soft, supple, tender flesh of her ass. My cock was submerged entirely within the slick, sticky nectar-filled cave. My glans pushed open the soft flesh of the flower heart. I trembled violently, cumming a second time deep into Mom's body.
"Ah…"
Mom let out a long moan as she felt her uterus being struck by wave after wave of hot semen. She lay on the bed, her perfect, snow-white body glistening with sweat. It rose and fell slowly with her breathing. Her pretty face was flushed, her eyes slightly closed, her entire being like a puddle of mud.
I gazed at Mom's fragile appearance, unable to bear it. My cock, which had just finished, showed signs of hardening again. I glanced down and saw that Mom's alluring white tiger cave was reddened from my ravaging. Her engorged labia bulged slightly. The opening of her hole had not yet closed after being penetrated by my large rod. It pulsed back and forth with the rhythm of Mom's breathing, as if it, like its owner, was exhausted from being fucked by my ferocious, thick cock and was also catching its breath. However, a large amount of semen from two consecutive ejaculations was now flowing out from the depths of her vagina. The milky white, viscous semen clung to the edges of the red, swollen nectar cave, and then dripped, drop by drop, along the soft, moist labia towards her butt crack.
My cock was completely aroused by this lewd scene. I reached out, embracing Mom's weak, boneless waist, and lifted her. Then, with a forceful twist, I flipped her over so the exhausted Mom was on her stomach on the bed. I spread Mom's straight, pink, tender legs apart and leaned down, pressing onto Mom's back. My re-hardened, firm rod pierced through the red, swollen, wet white tiger nectar cave from above, freely moving within the still overflowing, wrinkled vagina.
"Mmm… Mmmph…"
Mom whined weakly. She took out her phone, glanced at it, and pleaded, "Yangyang, Mom really can't take it anymore. It's almost twelve o'clock, can we sleep?"
I lowered my head and gently kissed Mom's sweat-slicked neck. As I thrust my hips, I refused, "I'm on vacation, and you're on vacation too. We'll play enough tonight, and tomorrow I'll cuddle you to sleep."
Mom cried out, "I've had enough, Mom has really had enough. Mom can't stand you doing this to me."
I licked Mom's ear and asked, breathing hot air on it, "How many orgasms did you have today?"
Mom hesitated and said, "I don't know how to count an orgasm, but… I felt dizzy once, and I peed twice…"
I chuckled, "Mom, that wasn't pee, that was squirting. If you count it that way, you should have had at least three orgasms, right?"
Mom buried her face in the pillow and said in a muffled voice, "However many you say. But Mom really can't take it anymore, Yangyang. Mom is so tired and sleepy, I want to sleep."
Feeling Mom's still slick and sticky nectar cave, I questioned, "Mom, Dad probably never made you orgasm, right?"
Mom let out a soft moan, embarrassed and annoyed, "No, no, only you make me orgasm. Are you satisfied?"
I quickly explained, "I didn't mean it like that. I meant you haven't experienced the pleasure of an orgasm for almost forty years. Are three times tonight really enough?"
Mom said helplessly, "If you're starved for three days, can you eat nine bowls of rice in one meal?"
I chuckled awkwardly, "I understand what you mean. I just want you to be truly satisfied and experience the joy of being a woman."
Mom suddenly shifted her hips upwards, actively freeing her nectar cave from my cock. She turned around, revealing her pretty face, which held a hint of tiredness and a deep, seductive charm. Then, her naked body threw itself at me, and she kissed me on the mouth, saying, "Good boy, Mom is very satisfied tonight. I've experienced unprecedented pleasure, and I even regret not taking this step with you sooner. But you also said it's summer vacation now, and we have plenty of time, right?"
I hesitated for a moment and huffed, "Fine, but we can sleep, as long as I can put my penis inside your body."
"You little brat... forget it, do as you please."
Upon hearing this, Mother's eyes widened as if to scold me, but in the end, she shook her head helplessly, her body going limp as she collapsed onto the messy bed that exuded a lewd scent.
I quickly followed suit, my body pressing close to Mother's delicate, graceful form as she lay on her side. Holding my hot, throbbing member, I searched between her smooth thighs. Once I found the wet, warm entrance, I thrust my hips forward, burying myself completely inside.
"Mmm... don't... don't move... Mother really wants to sleep..."
Mother moaned softly and sensually, her voice trailing off, growing weaker. I slipped my arm under her head, letting her rest her arm on mine. With one hand, I cupped her soft, firm breast, and the other rested on her flat, taut abdomen. I brought my head close to her neck, inhaling the faint, delicate fragrance, and took a deep breath before closing my eyes contentedly...
(End of Chapter)