Chapter 1: On Sunday afternoon, as she bent over to pick up the ribs, the peach-shaped buttocks accentuated by her pencil skirt made him hard.
In September, the coastal city was still shrouded in the last vestiges of summer. The afternoon sun, at two o’clock, streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room, illuminating…
The off-white Italian leather sofa basked in the warm sun, radiating a cozy warmth. The central air conditioning hummed, blowing at 22 degrees Celsius.
The cold wind and the 34-degree Celsius heat outside the window created two different worlds.
Lin Mo lay on his side on the sofa, his left hand behind his head, his right hand holding his phone as he casually scrolled through short videos.
On the screen, a bikini-clad internet celebrity is swaying her hips on a beach in Sanya, and the comments section is filled with “Wife!”
The words “Seeking a relationship” appeared. He swiped past them expressionlessly, then swiped again, his thumb mechanically repeating the same motion.
do.
Sunday afternoon is the most boring time of the week. He finished his homework last night, and Zhao Yong asked him to play ball, but he declined.
My dad went to the hospital for his shift early this morning and hasn’t come back yet. The whole villa is so quiet you can hear the refrigerator compressor humming.
Voice.
Light footsteps echoed down the stairs.
Lin Mo’s ears caught the sound before his eyes—it wasn’t the clattering of slippers, but…
The soft squeak of bare feet crunching on the solid wood stairs. He recognized that sound. His mother.
He never wears slippers at home, saying that hard-soled slippers are too noisy and affect his studies.
He didn’t look up; his eyes were still glued to his phone screen.
”Xiao Mo, did you finish that bowl of instant noodles you had for lunch?”
Gu Xueqing’s voice drifted down from the corner of the stairs, carrying the slightly hoarse and languid quality of someone just waking up from a nap, like…
A small wad of cotton was stuffed into my ear; it felt soft and fluffy.
”I’m full,” Lin Mo replied without looking up.
”What can you possibly get full from instant noodles? They’re so high in sodium, and you’re still growing—”
”Mom, I’m already 1.81 meters tall, why am I still growing?”
”Does being 1.81 meters tall mean you don’t need to eat? Look at you, you’re so skinny your chin is almost pointy.”
The footsteps grew closer. Lin Mo finally lifted his eyelids from above his phone screen, and then his thumb stopped.
Alright.
Gu Xueqing was walking down the last two steps of the stairs.
Before her afternoon nap, she changed out of the elegant navy blue dress she had worn that morning when she went out to buy groceries and into a more casual home outfit.
The dress—a cream-colored silk shirt, with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing a small patch of collarbone and neck.
The patch of skin at the junction of her neck and hips was a gleaming white; her lower body was clad in a high-waisted gray pencil skirt that reached above her knees.
Three fingers’ width away, the fabric was a stretchy knit that clung perfectly to her body, like a second…
A layer of skin.
Her hair wasn’t tied up. Her long hair, loosened during her nap, fell messily over her shoulders, with a few stray strands.
It was pressed against her cheek, adding a touch of languid charm to her exquisitely youthful face, which didn’t look thirty-nine at all. She…
As she walked, she raised her hand to smooth her hair. The moment she did so, the fabric of her silk shirt rippled, revealing her breasts.
The almost exaggeratedly full curve trembled slightly with the movement.
Lin Mo’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
He quickly looked back at his phone; the screen had automatically turned off, and the black screen reflected his own image.
His own face—the face of an eighteen-year-old boy who looks perfectly normal.
”Your dad said he won’t be home for dinner tonight; his surgery is scheduled for seven.” Gu Xueqing walked to the sofa and bent down.
He picked up the remote control from the coffee table and casually picked up the empty yogurt carton in front of Lin Mo. “Just the two of us.”
What would you like to eat?
As she bent over, the collar of her shirt fell naturally, and from Lin Mo’s angle—he was lying on his side, his line of sight was…
It was parallel to her chest—you could see a small patch of white, smooth breast flesh peeking out from under her neckline, accentuated by the edge of her lace bra.
It looks like a freshly peeled lychee.
Lin Mo suddenly sat up.
”Whatever, I’ll eat whatever you make.” His voice was a half-tone higher than before; even he could hear it.
”Here it is,” he said, clearing his throat. “Would pork rib soup be alright?”
”Luckily, there are spare ribs in the fridge that I bought this morning.” Gu Xueqing straightened up, took the yogurt container in her hand, and used…
She said in that motherly, disapproving tone, “Lin Mo, could you please stop leaving your trash on the coffee table? Trash…”
The bucket is in the kitchen, just a short walk away.
”Okay, okay.”
”You always say ‘I know, I know,’ and you’ll do it again next time.” Gu Xueqing shook her head and turned to face the open space.
Walk towards the kitchen.
Lin Mo sat on the sofa, watching her back.
He didn’t actually want to see it. Or rather, his reason told him he shouldn’t. But his eyes wouldn’t listen.
As if drawn by an invisible thread, his gaze began with her long, flowing hair, then followed the silk blouse she wore.
The fabric draped down her slender back, gliding over her incredibly thin waist—it was truly slender, especially compared to her upper body.
The G-cup breasts created an almost absurd contrast—then, the gaze fell on the gray bag.
On the hip skirt.
That dress was one of her everyday loungewear pieces; Lin Mo had seen it countless times. But every time, he felt that…
The skirt seemed designed specifically to torment him. The gray, stretchy knit fabric clung to him like a thin film.
On her buttocks, the two round, full, and perky peach-shaped buttocks, defying gravity, were outlined with exquisite detail.
Her figure was clearly visible. As she walked, the fleshy mounds of her buttocks swayed slightly up and down, alternating between left and right, causing the fabric of her skirt to ripple.
The alternation of fine wrinkles and tension resembles two living creatures struggling inside a cloth bag.
Lin Mo bit his tongue hard. The pain brought him to his senses for a brief second.
He looked down and turned on his phone, forcing himself to draw his attention back to the screen. A short video app had automatically pushed a notification.
A cooking tutorial showed a chubby man demonstrating how to make sweet and sour pork ribs. He stared at the rib for five seconds, his mind…
He was thinking about the small patch of white, smooth breast flesh that had been visible inside his mother’s collar when she bent over.
”Damn it,” he cursed himself silently.
The sound of running water came from the kitchen, followed by the sound of Gu Xueqing opening the refrigerator.
”Xiao Mo, have you finished your homework?” Her voice drifted from the kitchen, across the kitchen island and several meters away.
The distance carried with it a mother’s routine, almost ceremonial concern.
”It’s finished. I wrote it last night.”
”What about math?”
”Finished writing.”
What about English reading comprehension?
”Mom, I’ve finished writing it all, all of it.” Lin Mo rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t see them. “You need to…”
”Don’t you want to come and check?”
”Do you think I can check it? I can’t even understand those science problems of yours.” Gu Xueqing chuckled from the kitchen.
The laughter was soft and gentle, like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, rippling outwards.
I was just asking. Didn’t your homeroom teacher say last week that your grades had been fluctuating a bit lately?
”That’s because you didn’t do well on the monthly exam. You’ll do better next time.”
”You always say ‘next time’.”
”So you believed it every time?”
”I don’t believe you for a second.” Gu Xueqing’s tone was tinged with amusement. “If you don’t get into Binzhou University, I’ll study…”
He’s completely embarrassed at school. Everyone knows Professor Gu’s son is preparing for the college entrance exam and hopes to get into a second-tier university—
”
”No, no, it’s not that bad. Even a guaranteed admission to a top-tier university is still a good choice.” Lin Mo finally chuckled, tossing his phone onto the sofa.
He leaned back in his seat, tilting his head to look towards the kitchen. “Besides,” he said, “even if I don’t get into Binzhou University…”
”Isn’t it because you, as an associate professor, got in through connections?”
”Go through the back door?” Gu Xueqing poked her head out of the refrigerator, glaring at him with her amber eyes, but her lips curled into a smile.
It was sticking up. “Your mother has had a clean reputation at school for twenty years, and you’ve ruined it all with just one sentence.”
”Just kidding.”
”Stop joking with me.” Gu Xueqing shrank back in front of the refrigerator. “Come help me, the ribs are on the bottom shelf.”
”I can’t quite reach it.”
Just as Lin Mo was about to get up, Gu Xueqing said again, “Never mind, I’ll do it myself, don’t move.”
She was already half-squatting down when she said this, one hand supporting herself on the refrigerator door, the other hand reaching into the bottom of the refrigerator.
She reached for the bag of ribs. The refrigerator was a large, side-by-side model with deep bottom drawers; her arm wasn’t long enough.
It was too long, and after trying twice without reaching it, he simply bent down, his upper body almost reaching into the refrigerator.
Lin Mo did not get up.
He sat on the sofa, about four or five meters away from the refrigerator in the kitchen. The open kitchen had no walls separating it.
From the living room, you can see everything in the kitchen.
He saw it.
As Gu Xueqing bent over, the hem of her gray pencil skirt rode up due to the curve of her hips. (Elastic surface)
The fabric was stretched to its limit when she bent over, every fiber bearing the pressure of her two rounded buttocks.
The hem of the dress slides down from three fingers above the knee, past the knee, down the middle of the thigh, and finally…
Stop at about two fingers’ width below the groin—and then go up one centimeter, and you’ll see the edge of your underwear.
The exposed skin at the base of her thigh was as white as the finest mutton-fat jade, so smooth that you couldn’t see any…
Each pore, the tender flesh on the inner thighs, was slightly compressed together due to the posture of being pressed together, forming a shallow,
A soft crevice.
Lin Mo’s phone slipped from his hand and fell onto the sofa cushion without him noticing.
His gaze was seemingly welded to that smooth, white thigh. His mind, in that instant, went…
A blank space—no, not a blank space, but a blank space where all rational thought has been extinguished by a primal, burning, childhood-like…
The heat surging from deep within his abdomen was dissipated.
In his crotch, that usually restless thing was moving in a way that was almost visible to the naked eye.
The speed began to expand. The thin, loose fabric of the athletic shorts couldn’t contain the rapidly growing silhouette at all—
The 15-centimeter flaccid penis began to engorge with blood within seconds, the glans pushing against the fabric of the underwear and spreading outwards along the shaft.
The veins bulged as blood rushed in.
He felt as if his heart had been squeezed in someone’s hand, and then started beating three times faster.
Bang, bang, bang—each blow made his temples throb.
”Found it—” Gu Xueqing’s voice came from the refrigerator, muffled, “These ribs are frozen solid.”
It looks like a head; you need to soak it in water to thaw it first.
She straightened up, carrying a bag of frozen ribs, and turned to walk towards the sink. Her skirt swayed…
She straightened up but slid back to her original position, neatly covering her knees again.
Lin Mo felt as if someone had pressed pause and then suddenly played the play button. He snapped back to reality and looked down—
—A noticeable tent had formed in the crotch of my athletic shorts, and that damn thing was hard.
It was as hard as an iron rod; you could see the outline of the glans even through two layers of fabric.
He quickly reached for a gray cushion beside him, slapped it over his lap, and then…
Pressing down on the edge of the cushion, my fingers turned slightly white from the force.
Gu Xueqing put the ribs into the sink, turned on the tap, and glanced back at him while rinsing them:
What’s wrong? Why is your face red?
”N-no.” Lin Mo’s voice trailed off. He cleared his throat. “The air conditioning was too high.”
It’s a bit hot.
”22 degrees and still hot?” Gu Xueqing looked at him suspiciously, then lowered her head to continue processing the ribs.
”Are you running a fever? Come here, let me feel your forehead.”
”No, no, I’m really fine.” Lin Mo quickly waved his hand, pressing his other hand firmly against the cushion. “It’s just that…”
I’d been lying down for too long, and when I sat up, blood rushed to my face.
”Then get up and walk around. Don’t just lie there all afternoon; lying down is bad for your spine. Your dad said young people shouldn’t sit for long periods.”
Lying down for too long—
”My dad talks about this every day. He stands on the operating table for four or five hours at a time, but I’ve never seen him do anything about it.”
My spine is feeling better.
Gu Xueqing laughed at his words, her laughter clear and melodious, like a wind chime gently tinkling in the evening breeze.
Her shoulders trembled slightly when she laughed, and the full curves of her chest, encased in a silk shirt, quivered a few times as well.
The shirt fabric was stretched taut at the highest point of the breasts, shimmering slightly, the unique sheen of silk flowing in the afternoon sunlight.
change.
Lin Mo clenched his fists under the cushion.
He could feel his penis pressing painfully against the bottom of the pillow through his underwear and shorts.
The fabric rubbed against his head, sending waves of tingling pleasure through him. He gritted his teeth and silently repeated “round” three times in his mind.
Weekly rate: 3…14159265358979…
It’s useless. Absolutely useless.
Because his gaze had uncontrollably drifted towards the kitchen again.
Gu Xueqing was standing in front of the sink processing pork ribs, turned sideways to him. From this angle, he could clearly see…
Her profile—a full forehead, a high nose bridge, a soft chin, and a swan-like long neck—was striking.
It extends downwards, slightly indenting at the collarbone, and further down is the area hidden by the shirt collar—the place he just…
A fleeting glimpse of her fair, smooth cleavage.
Silk shirts are somewhat translucent. The afternoon sun, at two o’clock, slanted in through the kitchen window, filtering through…
The thin, milky-white silk subtly outlined the shape of the bra beneath the shirt—it was a light-colored one.
The bra was a light-colored lace bra with a large cup, and the lace trim was faintly visible through the shirt, like a frosted fabric.
The more obscured the view of the meticulous painting by the glass, the more people want to get closer and see it clearly.
”Xiao Mo,” Gu Xueqing suddenly spoke.
Lin Mo’s heart skipped a beat, as if he’d been caught red-handed. “Huh?”
”Could you take down that bottle of cooking wine from the top of the spice cabinet? I can’t reach it.”
Lin Mo glanced down at his crotch—under the pillow, that thing was still as hard as an iron pillar.
He showed no sign of softening. He couldn’t just stand up and walk over like that; his athletic shorts were so thin they were practically…
The tent, as thin as paper, could be seen from the second floor.
”Wait a minute.” His mind raced. “I need to go to the restroom first.”
”Go ahead, go ahead, come back and get it for me.”
Lin Mo pressed the cushion tightly against his body, bent over as he stood up, and walked quickly towards the…
The guest bathroom on the first floor. His pace was quick, almost a jog, his erect penis bulging in his shorts as he ran.
It swayed from side to side, the glans hitting his lower abdomen repeatedly, each time making him gasp.
He rushed into the guest bathroom, locked the door behind him, and leaned against the door, panting heavily.
Looking down, I saw that the crotch of my athletic shorts had been pushed into an absurd curve, the dark gray fabric…
It was stretched out of shape, and a small dark stain even appeared at the tip—that was the trace of prostatic fluid seeping out.
.
”Damn…” He closed his eyes, his mind filled with the image from just now: the gray pencil skirt taut over his rounded…
Her skirt slid up to her hips, revealing a section of her dazzlingly white inner thigh, the tender flesh slightly pressed together…
His hand involuntarily slipped into his shorts.
But he only touched it briefly before withdrawing his hand. No. His mother was still waiting outside for him to get the cooking wine; he couldn’t possibly stay there.
Masturbating in the toilet—how long would that take? With his stamina, it’d take at least ten minutes, and his mom would definitely get an erection.
suspect.
He turned on the tap, cupped his hands, and splashed the icy tap water on his face—once, twice, three times. The coolness…
The water seeped into his skin, cooling his surging blood somewhat. He then splashed another handful of water on the back of his neck.
He shuddered.
He stared at his own face in the mirror. The face in the mirror was young, clean, and handsome; it was the face of any…
The face of a son that any mother would be proud of. But the things churning in those eyes, and the “good son”…
The characters have absolutely no relation.
”She’s your mother.” He silently moved his lips in front of the mirror. “She’s your biological mother. You beast.”
”
After berating himself, he took a few deep breaths, feeling his erection finally ease slightly.
It’s softened a bit—not completely soft, but at least it’s not as hard as it used to be. He put…
He pulled up the waistband of his shorts, then pressed the semi-erect thing against his inner thigh, adjusting it.
Lower its position to make it less conspicuous.
He opened the door and stepped out of the guest bathroom.
Gu Xueqing had already cut the ribs and arranged them neatly on the cutting board. She was pouring water into the pot to blanch them.
”Water.” She heard him come out, and without turning her head, said, “Cooking wine, the top layer.”
”oh.”
Lin Mo entered the kitchen, walked around her from behind, and went to the spice cabinet against the wall. The spice cabinet was the kind that was built-in.
The tall cabinet had a top shelf approximately 1.9 meters high. He was 1.81 meters tall, and he stood on tiptoe…
It’s within walking distance.
As he reached for the cooking wine bottle, he suddenly smelled a odor.
That was his mother’s scent. Not perfume—she didn’t wear perfume at home—but shower gel and body wash.
The scent of milk mixed together, a faint fragrance of gardenias, wafted gently over and entered his nostrils.
It traveled down his respiratory tract and crashed straight into his lungs.
He could smell that scent every day, when she passed by him, when she got close to him to check his homework.
It was when she bent down to serve him rice. This smell had been with him since he could remember; it should have been the smell of the world.
The most comforting scent in the world is the olfactory interpretation of the word “mother”.
But I don’t know when it started—maybe it was some summer during my second year of high school, maybe even earlier—this
The taste began to make his heart race, his mouth dry, and his blood rush to his lower body.
”Did you get it?” Gu Xueqing turned to him and asked.
She was very close to him. The kitchen wasn’t very spacious to begin with; he stood in front of the spice cabinet, and she stood in front of the stove.
The distance between them was less than a step. She looked up at him—she was 168 cm tall, and barefoot she only reached him.
His chin—his reflection was mirrored in his amber eyes, his slightly puffy eyelids after his afternoon nap making those bright eyes appear even more sculpted.
However, her peach blossom eyes, which held a hint of allure, made her appear even more languid and charming.
Her lips. Lin Mo’s gaze involuntarily fell on her lips. No lipstick, just her lips.
Its natural color is cherry blossom pink, plump and full, with a slightly upturned upper lip and a slightly fuller lower lip, giving it a soft appearance.
Soft as…
”Lin Mo?”
”Ah, got it.” He snapped out of his daze and handed her the bottle of cooking wine, their fingers meeting in that instant.
It touched her fingertips.
That contact lasted only a fraction of a second, but Lin Mo felt as if her fingertips were a red-hot iron.
The silk burned a hole in his skin. Her fingers were slender, soft, and slightly cool, with neatly trimmed nails.
Qiqi had a layer of clear nail polish on.
He almost reflexively withdrew his hand.
”Thanks.” Gu Xueqing took the cooking wine, turned around and poured two spoonfuls into the pot. “What are you doing standing here? Going to remove the sand…”
”Stay up there, the kitchen is smoky.”
”Let me help you,” Lin Mo said, though he didn’t know why he said it. Reason told him he should.
Leave the kitchen immediately, as far away from her as possible, go back to your room, lock the door, and release the desire you hadn’t had time to release earlier.
It needs to be completely resolved. But his mouth moves faster than his brain.
Gu Xueqing was stunned for a moment, then laughed: “Did the sun rise in the west? When have you ever been so diligent?”
?”
”I’ve always been very diligent, okay?”
When was the last time you washed the dishes for me? Last month? The month before that?
”That’s different. Washing dishes is mechanical work, it doesn’t require any skill. Helping you out gives you a sense of participation.”
”
”Okay, okay, whatever you say is right.” Gu Xueqing smiled and shook her head, gesturing with her chin towards the refrigerator.
Xiang said, “Then go and take out the corn and yam from the refrigerator, and put those two in the pork rib soup.”
”Okay.”
Lin Mo walked to the refrigerator and opened the refrigerator compartment door. The corn was on the middle shelf; he saw it immediately, but…
Yam… He squatted down and rummaged through it, but couldn’t find it.
”Mom, where are the yams?”
”The bottom layer, the innermost layer, is packed in a plastic bag.”
He reached into the bottom of the refrigerator compartment, groped around for a while, and finally found a plastic bag. He pulled it out and saw it was from Gensheng.
Ginger. “This is fresh ginger.”
”Not that one, go further in.” Gu Xueqing turned off the stove and walked over. “Let me do it—you…”
”We boys are like blind men trying to find something.”
She walked to his side, bent down, placed one hand on the refrigerator door frame, and reached into the bottom of the freezer compartment with the other.
She reached out to touch it. She bent over at an even greater angle than before, almost folding herself down at a ninety-degree angle, because she needed to reach the refrigerator.
The deepest corner.
This time, Lin Mo stood right next to her, less than half a meter away.
His gaze, no matter how hard he tried to control it, was irresistibly drawn to him, as if by a magnet.
On her buttocks.
From this angle, at this distance, what he saw was ten times clearer than what he had seen from the sofa earlier.
The impact force is a hundred times stronger.
The fabric of the gray pencil skirt stretched to its limit as she bent over, every inch of it clinging tightly to her hips.
The outline of her buttocks was as if gray paint had been applied directly to her skin. The shape of her two buttocks was completely defined.
The entire shape is outlined—rounded, full, and perky, with a steep curve from the waist to the buttocks like the track of a roller coaster.
The transition from the peak of the hips to the base of the thighs is rounded, like the bottom of a ripe peach. The fabric of the skirt at the hip seam…
A slight indentation forms a shallow groove that extends downwards and disappears between the legs.
The hem of her skirt rode up again, higher than before.
This time, he saw the faint line visible at the base of her thigh—the edge of her underwear. Light-colored.
It was probably white or flesh-colored; the edge of the elastic panties left a shallow mark at the base of her fair thighs.
The marks were visible; the tender flesh bulged slightly on both sides of the edge of the underwear, like a tightly bound marshmallow.
Lin Mo’s breath hitched.
He felt all the blood rush to his lower body in an instant; he had barely managed to suppress it in the toilet.
The thing that had been taken away became fully erect again with a vengeful speed, so hard it hurt and burned, the glans like a…
The red-hot iron ball pushed against the fabric of the underwear, causing prostatic fluid to seep out uncontrollably, staining the underwear.
It spread out into a wet, sticky patch.
The crotch of the athletic shorts once again created a huge tent.
”Found it!” Gu Xueqing pulled a yam wrapped in a plastic bag from the refrigerator, straightened up, and…
She proudly waved her face in front of him, “See? It’s in the innermost corner, you can’t reach it no matter how hard you try.”
”Why is your face red again?”
”It’s hot.” Lin Mo turned away from her, pretending to look at the note on the refrigerator door.
His hands hung down in front of him, clasped together, just covering his crotch.
”What’s wrong with you today? You keep saying you’re hot.” Gu Xueqing reached out and touched his forehead; her palm was soft.
Soft and slightly cool, it pressed against his burning skin; the temperature difference sent a shiver down his spine. “The temperature is…”
”Not high… but your face is really red, should we take your temperature?”
”No need, I’m really fine.” Lin Mo took a step back, dodging her hand. “It’s probably because I used cold water earlier.”
Washing my face made my blood vessels dilate.
”You also have dilated blood vessels, just like your dad, always spouting medical jargon.” Gu Xueqing withdrew her hand and smiled.
She rolled her eyes at him, turned around and walked back to the stove. “Alright, you can go sit on the sofa. I’ll cook the corn and yams myself.”
alley.”
”Oh… okay.”
Lin Mo practically fled the kitchen. He went back to the living room, plopped down on the sofa, and immediately…
He grabbed the gray cushion and covered his thighs with it, pressing it down firmly with both hands.
Beneath the pillow, his penis was as hard as a red-hot iron rod, bouncing with every heartbeat.
Below, the prostatic fluid seeping from the tip of his penis had soaked a large area of his underwear. He could feel the sticky sensation.
The warm liquid clung to his skin, creating a tingling, irritating friction with every movement.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. But all he could see were images—
The gray bodycon skirt clung tightly to her rounded hips.
Her skirt slid up, revealing her fair, smooth inner thighs.
The faint line where the edge of the underwear dug into the tender flesh.
When she bends over, her neckline droops, revealing a small patch of breast flesh squeezed out from the edge of her lace bra.
When she looked up at him, there was a natural allure in her amber-colored peach blossom eyes.
When she laughed, the two large mounds on her chest swayed with the movement of her shoulders.
She smelled of gardenia-scented shower gel and body lotion.
The moment her fingertips touched his, they felt soft and slightly cool.
”You are her son,” he said to himself, his voice cold and hard as if judging a criminal.
She’s your own mother. You crawled out of her womb. Are you even human?
The trial was loud, clear, and just.
But the thing in his crotch showed no sign of softening.
The sound of ribs being added to a pot of boiling water came from the kitchen, bubbling and gurgling, mixed with Gu Xueqing’s soft humming.
She was humming an old song, the tune a little off, but her voice was beautiful, soft and sweet, like honey scooped from a jar.
The resulting silk threads.
”Xiao Mo, your dad won’t be home tonight. Is pork rib soup with rice enough for the two of us? Should we stir-fry some vegetables too?”
”
”That’s enough, that’s enough.” His voice was muffled, as if it were being squeezed out of his throat.
”Then let’s make a cucumber salad too, we have some in the fridge. Cold dishes are refreshing in the summer.”
”Okay, you can do it however you want.”
”Didn’t you just say you’d help me out? Are you just going to back out like this?”
”I…I’m suddenly a little tired, I’ll lie down for a while.”
”Tired? You’ve been lying down all day, how can you be tired?” Gu Xueqing’s voice was tinged with amusement.
Helpless, he said, “Alright, alright, young master, you should rest.”
Lin Mo didn’t reply. He buried his face in the crevice of the sofa back, his forehead pressed against the cool leather surface.
Her hands were still gripping the cushion tightly.
His heart was pounding in his chest, as fast as a drumbeat, each beat making his eardrums buzz.
It made a sound. He could feel his pulse—not just his heartbeat, but also the pulse of the thing in his crotch.
Their pulses, throbbing at the same frequency, beat on and off, as if reminding him: You’re hard, you…
Because your mother got an erection, you’re an animal.
But at the same time, another voice—a lower, more primal, more honest voice—came from his small
It rose from deep within his abdomen, passed through his spine, and burned all the way to the back of his head:
She’s so fucking sexy.
The thought pierced his cerebral cortex like a needle, both painful and pleasurable. He hated himself for even thinking that.
But he couldn’t control it. Just like he couldn’t control his erection—that enormous 23-centimeter penis…
It was pressed firmly against the bottom of the pillow, bouncing with every heartbeat, the tip of its penis oozing…
The liquid soaked through my underwear completely.
He knew what he would do when he got back to his room tonight. He would lock the door, lie on the bed, and close his eyes.
My eyes and mind replayed every scene from this afternoon, then I grasped that painfully hard thing in my hand, from…
He stroked from the base to the glans, over and over again, until those images brought him to his peak and he ejaculated.
He ejaculates a lot. He ejaculates a lot every time he masturbates. The white, thick, hot semen sprays out.
Everywhere, his fingers, his stomach, his sheets were all dirty.
Then he would lie in the mess, staring at the ceiling, hating himself.
Then the next day, he would sit across from his mother at the dining table, smiling, and say, “Mom, good morning,” like…
It’s like nothing ever happened.
Then, in some unexpected moment, he would see her again as she bent over, reached out, turned around, and lowered her head—those…
Unconscious sexual movements, another erection, then hiding in the bathroom or their own room, and relieving themselves with their hands again.
I hate myself again.
The cycle repeats itself.
day to day.
”Xiao Mo, what’s wrong with you?” Gu Xueqing’s voice suddenly came from very close by.
Lin Mo suddenly looked up and found that she had come out of the kitchen at some point and was standing on the sofa.
Beside her, she looked down at him, her brows slightly furrowed, her amber eyes full of concern.
She was holding a glass of water.
”Why are you burying your face in the sofa? Aren’t you feeling suffocated?” She put the water glass on the coffee table, then…
She sat down beside him. The sofa cushions sagged slightly as she sat down, her weight causing his body to involuntarily…
The land tilted slightly toward her.
The scent of gardenias wafted over again, stronger than it had been in the kitchen, because it was closer now.
.
When she sat, the hem of her pencil skirt bunched up on her thighs, and the posture caused it to ride up slightly, revealing…
Her legs were together, with her calves crossed, her ankles slender. (The text also mentions her thighs and knees, but this seems unrelated to the previous sentences and is likely a separate piece of information.)
Her slender, delicate feet were adorned with rounded, adorable toes painted with light pink nail polish.
Lin Mo pressed the cushion down further, making sure it covered his crotch completely. “It’s nothing, just a little…”
Sleepy.”
”If you’re sleepy, go to bed. Don’t just lounge on the sofa.” Gu Xueqing reached out and touched his hair, her fingers threading through his hair.
I ran my fingers through his hair and gently brushed his scalp.
This was a habit she had since she was little. When he was a child, she would gently stroke his head like this to lull him to sleep, one stroke at a time.
It was as gentle as stroking a cat. This gesture once made him feel safe, warm, and sleepy.
But now, every time her fingers glide across his scalp, he feels a surge of electricity coursing through his head.
It went down to the coccyx, and then from the coccyx it darted to the hard, almost explosive thing in my crotch.
”Mom.” His voice was a little hoarse.
”Um?”
”You go ahead and get busy, the ribs are still in the pot.”
”They’re blanched, now they’re simmering, on low heat for an hour.” Her hands didn’t stop, continuing to slowly…
She combed his hair. “Are you under too much pressure from your studies? You always seem distracted lately.”
No, really no.
”Tell Mom the truth.” Her tone softened, carrying a quality unique to mothers that was impossible to ignore.
A gentle resistance: “Did something happen at school? Or did you have a fight with a classmate?”
”Nothing, Mom, I was just bored at home on the weekend.” Lin Mo forced a smile and turned to look at…
she.
Turning his head, he realized just how close she was. Her face was directly in front of him, less than twenty centimeters away.
He could see the curve of every single one of her eyelashes, and the almost imperceptible lash at the corner of her eye.
The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes—the only marks left by her thirty-nine years of life—did not diminish her beauty, but rather enhanced it.
She gained a mature and charming allure that a young girl could never possess.
Her lips parted slightly, revealing a row of neat, white teeth. She seemed about to say something, but before she could speak…
mouth.
Lin Mo’s gaze darted back and forth between her eyes and lips twice, then he abruptly turned his head away.
I turned back to face forward, staring at the black screen of the television.
”That’s good.” Gu Xueqing patted his shoulder, stood up, and said, “If you’re bored, read a book for a while, don’t just keep scrolling.”
Cell phones hurt your eyes.
”knew.”
She turned and went back to the kitchen to continue preparing the ingredients for the cucumber salad.
Lin Mo sat on the sofa, his hands gripping the cushions, his knuckles white from the pressure. His heart was still pounding.
His legs pounded, so fast it felt like they were about to burst out of his chest, leaping all the way up to his throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
gas.
Beneath the cushion, the rock-hard penis was still throbbing, like a cock trapped in a cage.
The wild beast inside was banging its head against the iron bars.
He swallowed hard. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down so violently that he could feel it himself.
In the kitchen, the cleaver made a rhythmic thud as it cut into the cutting board. Gu Xueqing chopped cucumbers while simultaneously opening…
I started humming a song, this time a different one, slower and softer, like the melody of an old love song.
Lin Mo closed his eyes, leaned the back of his head against the sofa, and looked up at the sky.
His heart was pounding.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Each one felt like it jumped into my throat.