Chapter 8: Sleeping with Mom

“Okay, go to sleep. I’ll go to school tomorrow after I’m discharged from the hospital. I’ve called your class teacher.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll sit here with you.” Mom tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and sat on a chair.

“No, you have to go to work tomorrow. How can you sit on a chair? How about you ... squeeze in with me?”

I looked at my mother in a professional outfit with black stockings and high heels and couldn’t help but think about it again. Mom glanced at me and said:

“No, the bed is so small. You won’t be able to rest well if you squeeze in. Besides, you’re injured now. What if I touch your wound?”

“It won’t affect me. I can’t even feel the wound. It’s no problem for me to get out of bed and run two laps now. If you don’t believe me, just look.”

Seeing that my wishful thinking was in vain, I was a little anxious. I propped myself up and swung my arms. To be honest, it still hurt a little, but in order to achieve my goal, I endured it and didn’t reveal any flaws.

“Okay, okay, why are you so proud!” Mom hurriedly pushed me back to the bed.

“Then don’t complain about squeezing you later.”

How could I complain? I was so happy that I didn’t have time to do so. I was afraid that Mom would regret it, so I quickly moved my body to make room for her.

“How could that be? Besides, you are so thin, you won’t squeeze me at all.”

Mom looked at it and hesitated for a long time, but still took off her coat. There was a white shirt inside.

Mom’s plump figure stretched the shirt tightly, especially the chest area. It felt like the button on her chest was about to collapse. Then, Mom gracefully bent down and took off her high heels, revealing her black silk feet. Her feet were delicate and tender, like ripe fruits that made people want to taste them. Then, Mom lifted the quilt and lay down next to me.

I was very excited, my heart was beating fast. Since I reached puberty, my mother has never slept with me again, let alone so close to me. Feeling my mother’s soft shoulders, my breathing quickened.

I couldn’t help but imagine how nice it would be if my mother lay beside me like this as a wife~

“What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable? Why do you look so red?” My mother touched my forehead with her hand, and the cool and smooth feeling immediately penetrated my heart.

“You don’t have a fever either?”

“No, no, it’s just that the quilt is too thick and a little hot.”

After a while, the atmosphere became cold. Because I had other thoughts about my mother, I became nervous and dared not move.

Maybe my mother felt a little embarrassed to squeeze in the same bed with me. After all, I was not a child anymore. She turned over and faced my back, and moved her body over there.

“Go to sleep, remember not to snore.”

“How can I remember that!” I responded, but my mother didn’t answer, so I lay motionless on the bed like a log, looking at the ceiling with my eyes open.

Because I was so nervous, I felt itchy here and painful there. I wanted to move, but I was afraid of waking my mother up. I was tormented like an ant on a hot pot.

After a while, the breathing sound in my ears gradually became stable, and I could even hear a slight snoring from time to time. I asked tentatively:

“Mom, are you asleep?”

Without getting a response, I became bolder and turned my body as quietly as possible to face my mother. From this position, I could see the back of my mother’s head at a glance. My mother’s soft hair was tied behind her head, and I could see her white and moist jade legs. There seemed to be a nameless fire in my heart, as if it was going to devour my reason.