Chapter 1

Today the weather is exceptionally sunny, the sky is blue and clear, and the air is filled with a slight warmth, as if the winter sun is trying to show its gentleness. My mother and I went out shopping together. As soon as we walked out of the house, we were sprinkled with warmth by the sun. My mother walked in front, her steps were brisk and calm. She was wearing a light gray coat, with her familiar bag on her shoulders, and her figure was slender and elegant. Looking at her back, I suddenly felt a warm feeling in my heart, and felt how precious the time with my mother was.

Along the way, my mother seemed to be in a good mood, and she turned her head from time to time to chat with me. She said that the leaves on the street began to become sparse, and winter was really coming. The shops on both sides of the street also began to decorate the atmosphere of the festival, and the windows were filled with colorful decorations, attracting passers-by to stop. When we passed a flower shop, my mother stopped and stared at a bunch of white lilies. I followed her gaze and saw the sunlight on the petals, as if they were coated with a layer of gold, so beautiful that people couldn’t bear to look away.

“It seems that I should buy some flowers to decorate the house,” my mother said with a smile, with a bit of joy and expectation in her tone. We then walked into the flower shop, and she picked a few bouquets of flowers she liked. I helped to hold them aside. Looking at her careful selection, I couldn’t help but sigh in my heart: Mom is always so delicate, and she always seems to find the beautiful moments in life.

During the shopping trip, we also went to the supermarket. Mom’s shopping list was full of daily necessities. She carefully selected various products and asked me for my opinion. “This cookie was your favorite when you were a child. Do you want to buy some?” She turned her head and asked me, with a little nostalgia in her tone. I nodded, as if the carefree days of my childhood were back in front of me.

On the way home, we carried large and small bags in our hands, and the sun still shone on our shoulders. Mom walked in front, her steps were still brisk, and I followed behind, but my heart was filled with beautiful memories of today. Such mother-daughter time is simple but warm, which makes me hope silently in my heart that every day can be as sunny and bright as today.

Suddenly, my eyes saw the beautiful scenery, and I suddenly found that my mother had a great figure. I stared at her plump buttocks and couldn’t bear to leave. The round buttocks swayed left and right as she walked, which was a rare and beautiful scenery. Her legs without stockings were white and slender. Imagining what she would look like after taking off her clothes, the penis under my crotch became hard unconsciously, and I adjusted my pants with a very concealed movement.

We walked slowly to the bus stop. Many people had gathered on the platform. Some looked down at their mobile phones, some talked, and some looked far away at the direction where the bus was coming. The breeze of early winter blew, and there was a little coolness in the air. The advertising light box next to the platform flashed soft light, casting people’s shadows on the ground, which seemed particularly busy.

After waiting for a while, the figure of the bus finally appeared in the distance. The familiar car approached slowly, as if its body was too heavy, and every step was a little difficult. My mother and I stretched our necks to look at the train, and saw that the carriage was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, head to head, which made people feel a little numb. However, before the train stopped completely, the crowd on the platform surged like awakened bees and rushed to the door.

My mother was mixed in the crowd, holding a shopping bag, lowering her head and squeezing quickly towards the door. When I saw this, I was anxious and quickly squeezed behind her through the gap in the crowd. There were crowds of people pushing and urging around, and I could vaguely hear complaints from behind: “Can you go slower? Don’t step on your feet!” Despite this, I gritted my teeth and followed my mother closely, fearing that I would be squeezed away if I wasn’t careful. Finally, with the sound of the door, my mother and I squeezed into the car.