Chapter 2

Cold water kept washing over my body. The weather wasn’t too hot, and summer hadn’t quite arrived yet. The biting chill on my skin reminded me that I should end this time-delayed bathing process. The drunkenness had long gone, but I had to face the consequences of my previous ridiculous behavior under the influence of alcohol. It was impossible to use drunkenness as an excuse to shirk responsibility!

As the saying goes, a drunk person’s mind is clear. Alcohol numbs the mind and body’s perception, amplifying the desires in the heart. So it is impossible for those men and women who have sex when drunk to say that they originally had no thoughts in their minds. Alcohol is just a catalyst. From others’ experience, tonight’s absurd incestuous behavior is just an inevitable accident.

When I was a teenager, I had little time to see my mother. My mother, who didn’t know how to restrain her worldly air at that time, left me with the impression of being coquettish and enchanting. In the bright lights and nightlife of the big city, it was difficult to hide her various habits. Even when I returned to my hometown, I saw my biological son, who was always wearing heavy makeup and bright and sexy clothes.

At that time, she either wore a deep V body-shaping dress, or a miniskirt, shorts and a low-cut tight T-shirt, which made her perfect figure even more sexy and attractive. If she went home for the Chinese New Year, she would never wear a thick cotton-padded down coat, tight jeans, tight warm clothes and a short jacket in the cold winter. Anyway, she would wear whatever she wanted to show off her figure. How could I, a young boy, resist such an attractive spring scene? She was my biological mother, but I could only spend a few days with her in a year. I had a weak sense of kinship with her, just like a distant relative who I didn’t see often, so I wasn’t very close to her.

On the other hand, she was overly enthusiastic every time we met. As her only child, the rare time we spent together was her chance to make up for her maternal love. She was so happy that she didn’t realize the impact her behavior would have on me. The charming perfume emanating from her body, the perfect sexy figure, every time she approached me and hugged me, how could a teenager who had just started to develop resist having lustful thoughts? I often had to bend my waist or reach into my pants pocket and fiddle with it to cover up my excessive physiological reaction.

Therefore, I hated her close contact with me. In my pure heart, I thought that this enchanting mother was not a good woman as my father said. However, every lonely night, the boy who learned to masturbate, every time he stroked his penis, he imagined that coquettish and charming mother. Her plump breasts, deep ravines, and snow-white breasts were pressed against my arms many times.

That soft touch left me with an endless aftertaste ... But next time we meet, I will still object to her holding my arm while shopping. I always feel it would be embarrassing to be seen, especially when I often meet acquaintances.

I also hated that she would go directly to my school to pick me up after school and take me back to my grandmother’s house in order to avoid any contact with my father’s ex-husband. In this situation, it was inevitable that many classmates would see it.

Then her sexy figure and worldly aura that could not be concealed became the topic of conversation and sexual fantasies of many classmates the next day. As the child of such a woman, I was naturally easily despised and excluded by my classmates. Throughout adolescence, I was particularly conflicted about my mother’s psychology. In addition to disgust and resentment, I also hid an imperceptible evil desire. As I grew older and matured, I also knew that this unrealistic idea was wrong after all, and gradually turned cold to her.

No matter how much I disliked her before, I, as a teenager, would always smile when she offered me money to please me. As I got older and more mature, I felt the opposite - this naked and straightforward compensation seemed like she was just being perfunctory to save time and effort, and it seriously insulted my dignity as a young man. All kinds of contradictory and complex entanglements led to my absurd revenge and the act of taking the opportunity to vent my evil desires under the coincidence of the past.

When I recalled the conflicting feelings I had during those years, I had already put on my underwear and sat on the edge of the bed. My mother, with her back to me, was motionless and looked like she was sleeping. But I knew that was impossible, because the occasional slight shaking of the quilt could not hide her agitated and uneasy state of mind.

There is no way to guess her inner world. Over the years, my understanding of her is limited to the few times I meet her every year. There are also the vicious words from my father and the praises from my grandmother, aunt, and uncle.

Partial listening leads to ignorance, while listening to both sides leads to enlightenment. These two sides did their best to belittle and excuse me. After I learned a little more about the world in junior high school, I stopped listening to any of them. But no matter what, it is a fact that my mother abandoned her husband and children to become a prostitute. Her flirtatious sexiness at that time must have left a bad impression on her family and my hometown village. Although she learned to restrain herself later, it could not make up for the old family’s view of her.

Thinking of this, I felt a sense of pleasure for no reason: I told you to be slutty and wild, but you deserve to be fucked by my own son!

After a few minutes of silence, I hadn’t decided whether to lie on the bed pretending nothing had happened or leave quietly, when my mother suddenly threw back the quilt and sat up, with her back to me. I couldn’t see her face, nor could I observe her expression. Her back was as smooth as jade, her waist was slender, and her plump buttocks were half sunken into the soft mattress. This charming curve beauty should never be boring to any normal man.

But the owner of such an attractive body didn’t care at all about being exposed naked in front of her son. Perhaps because of the previous experience of the incestuous taboo, she no longer wanted to hide it - they had already made love, so what did it matter if she just exposed her body. Or maybe it was another manifestation of her despair, I don’t know.

The perfect body did not pause for a moment because of my lustful and complicated gaze. Mother stood up naked without looking at me and went straight to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of dripping water was heard.

The glass wall of the bathroom is almost transparent. I can see my mother’s delicate and white body being gently washed by the warm water. Drops of water gently caress her curvy body, and reluctantly slide down and splash onto the floor.

Unfortunately, my mother used hot water with a slightly higher temperature to take a shower, and soon the glass wall was covered with mist. Her snow-white and attractive body was quickly covered by the mist, leaving only a vague and blurred figure. Compared with the straightforward naked look, this vague visual effect is even more attractive.

I stopped looking at it and lay on my back on the bed looking at the ceiling. The desire that I had just vented was quietly rising again. I had already been ridiculous once, and if it happened again, I didn’t know what excuse I could use as a driving force.

As for my mother, I have hurt her deeply enough, and I can’t bear to see her face in despair and tears again. I just listened to the sound of water and let my mind wander. After a long while, the sound of water stopped. I resisted the urge to look at the scenery over there, and began to think about how to deal with it next. All past experiences, whether in love or sex, could not provide any reference information.

To my surprise, my mother appeared in front of me again, already dressed. The dress that I had taken off and thrown aside when I was confused was now worn properly. I glanced at her, pretending to be calm, but my heart skipped a beat.

What does it mean? Are you going to leave after getting dressed? Yes, what reason does she have to stay after being raped by an unfilial son like me? Does she have to sleep with me even after suffering humiliation? Haha! That’s right, I have never expected her company and care since I was a child. I haven’t seen her for two years. Now that I see her, I understand that she misses me. Although the ending is a bit tortuous and humiliating, we have met after all. Then we will go back to our own homes and be well. Next time...

When will we meet again? How should I face her after this happened? With my own personality, I guess I will avoid her for a longer time! Hmm? While I was thinking about it, my mother actually lifted the quilt on the other side and lay down naturally with her clothes on.

What was going on here? At this moment, I certainly didn’t understand the complex mentality of the mature mother. She put on clothes to restore her identity as a mother and maintain her remaining pitiful self-esteem.

I couldn’t guess what my mother was thinking. I didn’t know the complicated reasons until I asked her out of curiosity a long time later. I rarely experience the true love between mother and son, so it’s hard for me to understand why my mother was still obsessed with not letting him avoid her after being forced to violate her by her son. This is simply a fantasy for ordinary men and women. Even if a woman loves me very much, after being raped against her will, at most she will not call the police out of love. But she will definitely walk away and ignore me. If I can sincerely use all my strength to pursue an apology in the future, maybe there is a chance that I will return to her arms.

In the end, I still find it hard to understand what true maternal love is. How much maternal love does a woman who sells her body for money, a materialistic woman who destroys her happy family with her own hands and abandons her husband and children, have? This question has accompanied me throughout my growth process for more than ten years.

The mother and son were silent, each thinking about their own thoughts. They shared the same bed in the same room, but the half-meter-wide gap between them was like an insurmountable ravine, building an insurmountable wall of heart. Perhaps we are all the same, wanting to say something but unable to open our mouths, hoping that the other party would speak first. In such silence and awkwardness, I felt sleepy, my eyelids were heavy, and the chandelier on the ceiling seemed to have double images. At some point, I suddenly couldn’t hold on and fell asleep. During the day, I accompanied the leader to the company to be acquired for the final inspection, then signed the contract to celebrate the banquet and then went to KTV. A series of busy activities and social activities have already overdrawn my energy, and now I really can’t hold on any longer.

I have never slept well in unfamiliar environments, and I am more attached to my bed. When I woke up, I reached for my phone to check the time, and it was only four in the morning. When my mind was clearer, I looked at my mother, who was curled up in a ball beside me, and those absurd memories finally came back.

A thick blanket covered her attractive body. Although the air conditioner temperature was a bit low, she shouldn’t feel cold with such a thick blanket. Her sleeping posture was like that of a kitten who was extremely insecure.

Realizing this, I couldn’t help but feel guilty. Was it my behavior that caused her to be so frightened? With one hand on the bed, I gently moved my body closer to my mother, slowly leaning over to look at her profile. There was a slight blush on her pretty face, and I thought she was sleeping soundly. Her delicate skin was as smooth as jade, making people want to kiss her. She didn’t look like a woman with a son in his twenties at all. This delicate little woman looked like a young mature woman in her twenties or thirties, which made people feel pity. Maybe I wasn’t sober enough, or maybe I felt guilty and pity for the woman in front of me, so I leaned over and kissed that beautiful face. The moment my dry lips touched her delicate skin, I felt something hit my heart. The soft touch on my lips was a bit wonderful, but I didn’t dare to linger too much, and I separated at the first touch. I got out of bed lightly like a thief with a guilty conscience, and sighed silently in my heart.

After what happened that night, would I still be able to hate her? Or, would I, who had committed an incestuous crime, still have the right to accuse her? After getting dressed and taking a few more glances at my sleeping mother, I gently opened the door and left quietly...

I returned to the hotel arranged by the company. I was no longer sleepy. I was bored and scrolling through my phone. I didn’t know where my mind was. I finally made it to seven o’clock. The sky outside began to brighten. I washed up, changed my clothes and went out. Only when I started to work, I would not have time to think about random things.

“John!”

As soon as I walked downstairs to the hotel lobby, my mother’s call made me break out in a cold sweat. If it weren’t for her graceful figure and the sexy clothes that impressed me last night, I would have almost thought I was hallucinating.

“Why are you here? How did you know I live here?”

I’m not saying this without a purpose. My mother showed up in the hotel lobby early in the morning. She must be waiting for me. She wasn’t wearing heavy makeup and she hadn’t changed her clothes, which meant she woke up and found me not there. The problem is, this hotel was arranged by the company. How did she find out where I live in such a short time?

“I...”

“Come with me!”

The hotel lobby is not a convenient place for conversation. I pulled my mother, who was hesitant to speak, out of the hotel and let her go in the corner of the parking lot outside. “Did Daniel tell you that I live here?”

“Yes! I called him and asked him.” Mom lowered her head and didn’t dare to look at me.

I don’t know how long I stayed up with the prostitute last night. I was woken up by my mother’s phone call so early in the morning. I don’t know how angry Daniel was. But this doesn’t mean he would disclose my address casually. He is a leader in a medium-sized company, so he shouldn’t be ignorant of this worldly wisdom.

“Why should he tell you?” I asked casually while thinking this in my mind.

“Why? Because I’m your mother!” My mother looked up at me, anger almost spilling out of her beautiful eyes. “What’s wrong with me asking my son where he lives? Why didn’t he tell me?”

I was speechless because of the grief and indignation I could not suppress. Yes, what’s wrong with a mother looking for her own son? Although our current situation is special, blood ties cannot be covered by other things.

“I ... I didn’t mean that!”

Now it was my turn to stammer and not dare to speak loudly. My angry mother was full of majesty, completely different from the sad little woman she was last night. I don’t know if this is the so-called blood suppression. From childhood to adulthood, I have hardly seen this side of her. No matter how coquettish and charming she was dressed, she always had a gentle smile on her face when facing me.

Maybe before she got divorced, when the three of us lived together as a family, she had scolded me angrily when I was little! Unfortunately, my memory of that time is already blurred and I can’t remember it.

“John, does your mother disgust you so much?” Mom looked at me and said softly.

Hate her? Yes, that’s right! She did the wrong thing and took the wrong path, so of course I hate her, even a little bit hate her. But if she wasn’t my biological mother, I wouldn’t be like this.!

“Don’t worry, Daniel, I didn’t reveal too much. I just said that you are my nephew from my hometown. I happened to meet you last night. He left because of a conflict with me because of my job, so I asked him about his accommodation. Oh, I also returned the ten thousand yuan to him!”

I have to say that my mother’s words and actions are indeed well thought out and mature. She cleared up the ambiguous relationship and explained the reasons, leaving no future troubles.

“Why do you want to return the money to him?”

I understand her actions, but I can’t let it go. The money has been refunded, so what was I doing last night?

“I don’t need that ten thousand dollars, John! Mom is not the kind of person who is willing to do anything for a mere ten thousand dollars!”

What confident words, what a proud expression. If it was my cold-faced female boss, I might take it for granted, or even admire her. But when it comes to my mother, I just feel disgusted.

“Well! I understand, you have the capital and the confidence. It’s just 10,000 yuan, of course you don’t care! But I can’t do that. In the past, I hated men who got things for free the most! After all, I still have to pay you if I sleep with you. It’s okay to return the money, but it’s not good to let others pay for sleeping with a woman!”

“John! What do you take me for?”

My mother raised her voice and glared at me and shouted, tears sparkling in her beautiful eyes and her face full of sadness and disappointment.

“Don’t be so loud! Don’t you know what I am? I’m just a whore, don’t talk too much! No matter if you’re still selling your body or not, just think of yourself as a whore!”

If I don’t comfort myself like this, I’m afraid I won’t be able to get over my own knot. As I said this, I slowly took out my wallet, pulled out a bank card from the interlayer and handed it to my mother. Without giving her a chance to refuse, I stuffed it into her small purse.

“John! You must do this, don’t you?”

My mother’s face was livid and she was a little agitated, but I was not moved at all and stared into her eyes without backing down.

“Beauty! It’s not honorable for a man to solicit prostitution, so don’t discuss it loudly!”

Just when the confrontation between mother and son reached a stalemate, a familiar voice sounded beside my ears, and a pair of fair jade hands held down my mother’s hand that was taking out the bank card: “Whatever emotional disputes you had in the past, it’s all in the past! Looking at the situation, something happened last night, so we can treat it as a transaction. Just take John’s money with peace of mind!”

“By the way, John, we have to go over there to complete the handover. Personal matters cannot affect work!”

The woman who suddenly appeared was none other than my cold-faced female boss whom I was somewhat afraid of. At this moment, my mother and I had turned pale.

I looked around, but the parking lot was silent, no one was there. And my mother and I had been talking quietly before, so we didn’t attract attention. But when my mother yelled my full name in anger, her voice got louder. I guess that’s when my female boss Evelyn noticed me.

“Evelyn, it won’t affect your work, don’t worry!”

Although I was feeling uneasy, I tried to remain calm and responded with my usual humility.

“Yeah!” Evelyn nodded in satisfaction. After staring at her for a few seconds when she held her mother’s hand, she no longer kept her eyes on her mother. Not to mention her status, just based on her young and extremely outstanding appearance and even temperament, Evelyn, this cold-faced beauty, is not half weaker than her mother, and even better. At least the momentum brought by age and status is incomparable to her mother. Therefore, Evelyn, who is arrogant, does not think that there is anything to pay attention to about this woman in front of her who may have a special profession. She appeared here just to rescue her subordinates who she thought were good enough.

“I’ll wait for you in the car over there! Once you’ve dealt with your personal matters, come over here right away. I’ll be busy later!”

“Okay, Evelyn!”

After watching the female leader get on a Mercedes-Benz a little further away, I calculated the time she had walked over there and the words she might have heard. The result of my guess made me feel much more at ease. She probably didn’t hear the key content and didn’t realize the true relationship between us. However, I’m afraid that the female leader’s favorability towards me will decline a lot in the future, and my career development will also be slightly affected.

This is the disadvantage of working under a female leader. No matter how capable she is and how clear she is about public and private affairs, once she labels you as a playboy and a womanizer, it will be difficult for you to be reused. I am being reused now, but after this incident, it is hard to predict what will happen in the future.

“John!”

My mother’s voice interrupted my thoughts. Her wrinkle-free face had just regained some color. It was no longer pale as before. To be honest, I also felt a little guilty and distressed. If I hadn’t behaved so beastly, I wouldn’t have covered it up so guiltily.

“That person just now ... is he your leader?”

“Yes! Don’t worry, she probably didn’t hear anything just now!”

“Oh!” Mother touched her chest and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“I have to work, you...”

“What time do you get off work?”

My mother looked at me expectantly, which made me feel uncomfortable. I treated her like that last night, but she not only didn’t hate staying away from me, but also looked forward to spending more time with me. Is it because she has been in that line of work, so she doesn’t care so much about physical chastity, or is it because this is the so-called maternal love, so great that it doesn’t care about any mistakes of her children?

“I’m here on a business trip. I don’t know when I’ll be done. Besides, I’ll probably go back to H City after I finish today. You don’t have to wait for me!”

“Ah? Are you leaving today?”

My mother was very disappointed, but she didn’t know how to keep me. She looked at me hesitantly and refused to leave. I softened my heart and almost told her that I would come back soon after returning to H City and would not leave for a short time.

With the successful acquisition here, Evelyn will come to take up the position, and we, a group of young talents trained by her personally, will naturally follow her to help her build the empire here.

I held back the words that were on the tip of my tongue. The woman in front of me, my biological mother, apart from this family relationship, is actually an extremely charming and seductive woman. In terms of appearance, figure and style, she is better than the several girlfriends I have had before. Especially last night, I felt the softness of her big and plump breasts, the excellent flexibility of her body, the smooth and delicate white skin, and the tight warmth of her vagina. It is difficult for me not to have fantasies about her. Even now, if I hadn’t restrained my gaze and controlled myself from looking below her neck, I might have had a physiological reaction.