At Qingdao People’s Hospital there had once been a fairy-tale couple envied by everyone. The man was Gao Jiechao, the leading surgeon in the department. Though his looks were ordinary, he was talented and brilliant, honest and dependable by nature, and the hospital’s well-known honest man. The woman was Qin Yingqing, an internal medicine doctor, with a face like a flower and beauty beyond compare; she was the hospital’s belle and also had excellent medical skills. The two were a perfect match, a union of talent and beauty.
They had one son named Gao Junfan. Gao Junfan inherited the strengths of both parents; not only was he intelligent, he was also extremely handsome, with a face like a golden boy and a strikingly refined appearance. Anyone who saw him said that when this young man grew up, who knew how many women he would make lose their minds. Whenever Gao Jiechao and his wife spoke of their son, pride was written all over their faces. They doted on this son greatly, and Qin Yingqing loved Gao Junfan even more. Yet Gao Junfan did not abuse that favoritism.
That day happened to be National Day. Hospital colleagues invited Qin Yingqing to go shopping for clothes together. Although Qin Yingqing was already a mother, her lovely figure hadn't changed; her proportions were balanced, her curves graceful. At 168 cm tall, she looked good in anything and was praised by everyone as a clothes hanger.
Qin Yingqing took her 19-year-old son shopping with her. The surgeon Xu Limei smiled and said: 'Dr. Qin, you even bring your son along when buying clothes?' Qin Yingqing smiled: 'It's no fun for him to be home alone.' Nurse Xiaoqin chimed in: 'Sister Xu, you don't know, Sister Qin and her son have a great relationship. Sister Qin takes her son with her everywhere.' Qin Yingqing's almond-shaped eyes looked at Gao Junfan's handsome face, her fair hand gently caressing it, as she said with a clever smile: 'With such a good son, how could I not keep him by my side often?'
One day, Gao Jiechao suffered a relapse of an old illness because he had done several operations in a row. Qin Yingqing was taking care of him in the hospital room, and before she knew it, it had grown late. She paced anxiously back and forth in the room. When Nurse Xiao Mei saw this, she advised, “Sister Qin, don’t worry. Doctor Gao’s condition is not serious.”
Qin Yingqing said, "I know about Jiechao's condition; that's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried that it's getting dark, and Xiaofan will be lonely at home alone." Xiao Mei, who had a good relationship with Qin Yingqing, said, "Then I'll go keep him company for a while after work." Qin Yingqing shook her head: "Xiaofan isn't used to having others accompany him at night." Gao Jiechao also urged, "You should go back and be with Xiaofan. I have nurses here to take care of me." Qin Yingqing thought for a moment, agreed to come early the next morning, picked up her bag, and hurriedly left.
The next morning, Qin Yingqing arranged for her son to have breakfast, then rushed to the hospital without even eating herself. This continued for the several days Gao Jiechao was hospitalized.
Not long after Gao Jiechao recovered from his illness, he was selected by the hospital for advanced studies in Japan. During his time in Japan, he met a wealthy Japanese young lady. Knowing he was married, she still pursued him relentlessly. Gao Jiechao ultimately couldn't withstand her advances and the temptation of money, proposing divorce to Qin Yingqing. Qin Yingqing was initially thunderstruck by the news; it took several days for her to face reality and agree to the divorce.
Perhaps feeling guilty, Gao Jiechao gave Qin Yingqing a considerable sum in compensation and child support upon divorce. Qin Yingqing used this money to take a leave from work and open a clinic.
As time passed, more than two years went by. During this period, Qin Yingqing, despite being divorced with a child, still had many men pursuing her. However, thinking that even an honest man like Gao Jiechao could betray her, she had lost confidence in men, and she was also worried that after remarrying the other party might treat her son badly. So she had no intention of remarrying, and poured all her love into her son.
Now, Qin Junfan (who took his mother's surname after the divorce) is a 19-year-old university student, growing increasingly handsome and, due to his parents' divorce, much more sensible.
Qin Yingqing, already over thirty, was in the prime of her sexual desire. A few months before her divorce, the clinic had just opened, and she was busy with work, falling asleep the moment she lay down each night, with no mind for such matters. Once everything settled down, lying on the double bed at night and looking at the empty pillow beside her, she would remember the ecstatic pleasures of lovemaking in the past, desire filling her chest so that she could not sleep. Her long-neglected body felt unbearably empty, and helplessly she could only use her hand to relieve herself. However, the comfort of fingers could never truly calm her mature, hungry body, and the number of sleepless nights kept increasing.
One afternoon, Qin Yingqing suddenly received an invitation to Xu Limei's birthday party and immediately hurried to the school to find Qin Junfan, wanting him to go with her. It happened to be between classes when she arrived, and Qin Junfan was discussing with classmates which female celebrity was the prettiest. The classmates said they liked Li Jiaxin, Gigi Leung, and others, but he picked out flaws in each of them and rejected them. One classmate, unconvinced, asked who he liked. Qin Junfan said: "I don't like any of these female stars. How could they be prettier than my mom?"
At this moment, Qin Yingqing happens to arrive and secretly feels pleased upon hearing this. She calls her son aside and explains she wants to go to the banquet together in the evening. Qin Junfan says he has make-up classes at night and can't go. Qin Yingqing hesitates for a moment but ultimately lets him arrange his own plans, saying she will return as soon as possible.
As soon as Qin Yingqing left, the classmates gathered around in amazement: 'Your mom is really beautiful, a bit like Li Ruotong.' Qin Junfan said proudly: 'What's Li Ruotong? My mom is much more beautiful than her.'
After class, Qin Junfan sent the English textbooks to the office. Ye Shuya, the beautiful young English teacher, who had just graduated from college and was only in her twenties, asked him: “Junfan, how do you have such a beautiful older sister?” Qin Junfan smiled and explained that it was actually his mother, who was already thirty-five. Ye Shuy a was astonished, and then praised him for being handsome; with a mother like that, no wonder.
Ye Shuya usually took good care of Qin Junfan, and their relationship was pretty good. She suggested they have dinner together tonight. Qin Junfan thought about it, agreed, and said he would treat.
After school, the two went to a restaurant. After eating, Qin Junfan went home and found his mother had already prepared a meal waiting for him. Qin Yingqing's expression turned somewhat复杂 upon learning he had eaten with Teacher Ye, but she didn't say much.
In the evening, mother and son sat together. Qin Yingqing suddenly asked him why he always came out to sit nearby whenever she talked with other men. Qin Junfan lowered his head and said, 'I don't know why, but whenever I see Mom with other men, I feel uncomfortable.' A sweet feeling surged in Qin Yingqing's heart. She pulled him into her arms and said softly, 'Silly child, how could Mom be taken away by other men? Mom doesn't fancy any other man at all; Mom only likes my precious son.'
As she spoke, her soft, warm lips planted a few light kisses on his face.
Qin Junfan looked up, his starry eyes bright as he gazed at her: 'Really?'
“Of course it’s true.”
After that, Qin Yingqing began putting on makeup every day and wearing more polished business suits. She picked up English again and progressed quickly, wanting to be able to tutor her son herself as soon as possible, so he would no longer need to go find Teacher Ye.
When the provincial college English competition approached, Ye Shuya offered Qin Junfan extra tutoring. Although Qin Yingqing felt uneasy in her heart, she reluctantly agreed, on the condition that he return home immediately after the tutoring.
After three weeks of tutoring, Qin Junfan achieved pretty good results. Qin Yingqing bought a gift and took her son to thank Ye Shuya. When they met, she noticed the way Ye Shuya looked at her son, and felt a faint displeasure. After returning home, she formally told her son that from tomorrow on she would tutor him in English herself, and he was not allowed to go see Teacher Ye anymore.
Seeing that his mother's English level was indeed not bad, Qin Junfan agreed.
For the next few days, he went straight home after school. Until one day, Ye Shuya waited for him at the school gate and asked why he hadn't come anymore. Qin Junfan honestly admitted his mother wouldn't allow it. Ye Shuya's expression darkened, but she still smiled and brought up the meal he owed her. Remembering his mother had to go to the health bureau that afternoon, Qin Junfan agreed to treat the teacher to dinner that night.
The two of them came to that restaurant again. Qin Junfan ordered the dishes Ye Shuya liked. Ye Shuya asked in surprise how he knew, and Qin Junfan just smiled.
At the dinner table, Ye Shuya looked at him thoughtfully and suddenly whispered, 'Junfan, your mother... cares a lot about you, doesn't she?'
Qin Junfan nodded: 'She values me very much.'
Ye Shuya was silent for a moment, weighing her words before saying: “Some feelings... once they become too full, instead make people feel suffocated.”
Qin Junfan didn't respond. He suddenly remembered the nearly stubborn light in his mother's eyes when she put on makeup, changed into new clothes, and relearned English every day, and a vague, indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.
After dinner, he accompanied Ye Shuya to the bus stop and then took the bus home.
When pushing open the door, the living room light was on. Qin Yingqing had changed out of her professional suit and was sitting on the sofa in home clothes. Seeing him return, she looked up, a flicker of nervousness in her eyes, which then turned into a gentle smile:
“You’re back? Are you hungry? Mom left some soup for you.”
Qin Junfan put down his backpack and walked over to sit beside her. Qin Yingqing naturally reached out to tidy his slightly messy hair, her fingertips carrying a familiar warmth.
“What did Teacher Ye say?” she asked casually.
“He didn’t say anything.” Qin Junfan paused. “It was just the usual tutoring wrap-up.”
Qin Yingqing let out an 'mm' sound, her fingers sliding from his hair to his cheek, gently touching it. The touch lingered a little longer than usual.
Only the low sound of the TV remained in the living room. Mother and son sat like that, neither speaking again.
Outside the window, the night grew deeper.
Some emotions, once ignited, are hard to completely extinguish.
And this home seemed quieter and more ambiguous tonight than usual.
Qin Junfan did not get up immediately. He sat on the sofa, feeling his mother's fingers still lingering on his cheek, the warmth slowly seeping through his skin.
Qin Yingqing also seemed to realize her hand had lingered too long. She gently withdrew it, but did not completely leave. Her fingertip finally touched his jawline extremely lightly, as if unintentional, yet also deliberate.
“The soup is still hot, go drink some.” She stood up, her voice returning to its usual gentleness, “You’ve been tutoring until so late today, you must be tired, right?”
“That’s good.” Qin Junfan followed him into the kitchen.
The pork rib soup in the pot was still steaming. Qin Yingqing served a bowl and handed it to him, then leaned against the kitchen counter, watching him drink. Under the light, her lightly made-up face looked exceptionally soft; the apricot-yellow homewear set off her fair skin, the collar slightly open, faintly revealing the curve of her collarbone.
Qin Junfan took two sips, then suddenly looked up: 'Mom, have you... had something on your mind lately?'
Qin Yingqing was taken aback, then smiled: 'No. It's just that there are more things at the clinic.'
“Really?”
“Really.” She walked to his side, reached out and wiped the nonexistent soup stain from the corner of his mouth, her movements as natural as when they were children, “As for you, you’ve been getting close to Teacher Ye recently. Mom is a little… jealous.”
The last three words were spoken very softly, yet they fell clearly into the air.
The spoon in Qin Junfan's hand paused for a moment.
Qin Yingqing herself felt she had spoken out of turn, her ears warming slightly, yet she didn't take back her words. She just looked at her son, her eyes holding a complexity he had never seen before—indulgence, possessiveness, and a hint of something almost fragile, like dependence.
"I'm just an ordinary student-teacher relationship." he said quietly.
“I know.” Qin Yingqing nodded, her voice softer. “But Mom still cares. You’re Mom’s only... most important person.”
After saying this, she suddenly reached out and hugged him.
This hug was tighter than usual. Qin Junfan could feel her soft body pressing against him, the softness of her chest gently pressing against his through the fabric, her breath warm on the side of his neck, carrying a faint scent of perfume and her familiar body warmth.
His arm instinctively lifted and wrapped back around her waist.
Only the low hum of the refrigerator running remained in the kitchen.
After a long time, Qin Yingqing loosened her grip slightly but didn't fully pull away. She looked up at her son's face, so close, her eyes slightly bright.
“Xiaofan...” She softly called his name, as if confirming something, “you’ve grown up.”
“Mm.”
“Before, you would still act spoiled and say, ‘Mommy is the prettiest.’ Now you hardly say it anymore.”
Qin Junfan looked into her eyes and suddenly said seriously: 'Mom is beautiful now too. Even more beautiful than before.'
Qin Yingqing's breathing hitched slightly for a moment.
She didn't speak again, just raised her hand, gently tracing his brow bone, bridge of his nose, finally stopping by his lips. The touch of her fingertips was extremely light, yet it made both of them freeze.
The air suddenly became thick.
Qin Yingqing's finger lingered on his lower lip for two seconds, then withdrew as if burned. She turned her face away, her voice somewhat unsteady: 'Go take a shower. It's getting late.'
Qin Junfan nodded, but did not leave immediately. He looked at his mother's slightly reddened ear tips and gently rising chest, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the hand she had just withdrawn.
“Mom.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Tonight... can you be with me a while before sleeping, like before?”
Qin Yingqing was silent for a few seconds, finally letting out a soft 'mm' sound.
As the sound of water echoed in the bathroom, Qin Yingqing sat on the living room sofa, her heart beating a little too fast. She looked down at her hands, the sensation of touching her son's lips still lingering. She knew she had crossed a line, yet she couldn't control herself.
Ever since the divorce, she poured all her emotions into this child. Now he is nineteen, taller than her, with broader shoulders and a deeper voice. But in her eyes, he is still the one who would nestle in her arms.
Only now did this kind of closeness begin to become dangerous.
The sound of water stopped.
Qin Junfan walked out wearing loose home clothes, his hair still dripping. Qin Yingqing instinctively stood up, picked up a towel, and helped him dry his hair. The action was familiar, yet carried a hint of tension due to the earlier atmosphere.
Halfway through wiping, Qin Junfan suddenly turned around to face her.
The two were very close.
Qin Yingqing's hand still rested in his damp hair, their breaths mingling. She could clearly see the droplets of water on her son's eyelashes and those bright eyes he had inherited from her, eyes that were gradually growing heated.
"Mom..." he called her in a low voice.
The next second, Qin Yingqing stood on tiptoe and lightly touched his lips.
Just once.
Like a probe, and also like a confirmation that you can no longer hold back.
The kiss was very shallow, yet enough to freeze both of them in place.
Qin Yingqing's face flushed crimson instantly. She wanted to retreat, but Qin Junfan reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist. He didn't deepen the kiss, just gently pulled her into his embrace, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice muffled:
“Mom, I think…… I like you a little too much, to the point of exceeding what a son should feel.”
Qin Yingqing's body trembled slightly.
She did not push him away, nor did she answer immediately. After a long time, she buried her face in his chest, her voice so faint it was almost inaudible:
“...Mom too.”
The living room light was still on.
That night, the mother and son did not separate again. They leaned on the sofa, chatting intermittently, but their hands remained clasped together the whole time. Occasionally, when their eyes met, there would be a brief silence, and the air was filled with a tacit, ambiguous understanding.
At two in the morning, Qin Yingqing finally got up and said softly that she was going back to her room to sleep.
Qin Junfan took her hand, not forcefully, just looked at her.
Qin Yingqing hesitated for a few seconds, ultimately did not pull her hand back. Instead, she grasped his hand in return and led him towards her bedroom.
The door closed gently behind me.
Only a small bedside lamp was on in the room. Qin Yingqing sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot beside her. Qin Junfan walked over and sat down. They leaned shoulder to shoulder, neither speaking first.
After a long time, Qin Yingqing turned over and gently reached out to touch her son's face.
“Let’s sleep like this tonight.” Her voice was very soft, “Do nothing. I just... want to be a little closer.”
Qin Junfan nodded, then slowly lay down. Qin Yingqing turned off the light and also lay down beside him. In the darkness, she actively moved closer, pressing her face against his chest, listening to the strong heartbeat.
Qin Junfan's arm encircled her waist, pulling her whole body into his embrace.
Breaths mingled, body heat transferred.
That night, they did nothing, yet felt closer than in any embrace before.
Outside the window, the night gradually faded.
Some boundaries, once crossed, can never return to their original position.
And the thin layer of window paper between mother and son had been completely pierced on this night.
When the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, Qin Yingqing was awakened by the warmth in her arms.
She opened her eyes and found herself almost nestled into her son's chest. Junfan's one arm was still tightly wrapped around her waist, while his other hand had somehow slipped under the hem of her loungewear, his palm pressed against her bare lower back, his fingertips unconsciously stroking gently. His breathing was even, clearly still asleep, but his lower part was already hard and erect, pressing against her abdomen through the thin fabric, frighteningly hot.
Qin Yingqing's face instantly burned.
She wanted to quietly slip away, but as soon as she moved, Junfan instinctively held her tighter, his lips pressed against the top of her head, murmuring vaguely, 'Mom...' His voice carried the hoarseness of just waking up, brushing against her heart like a feather.
Qin Yingqing completely dared not move.
She could clearly feel her son's heartbeat, thump after thump, against her own chest. She could also feel her own body reacting shamefully—nipples quietly stiffening, a faint ache between her legs, moisture slowly seeping out.
After a long time, Junfan finally fully woke up. At first, he blinked in confusion, then realized the position he was holding his mother in and froze completely.
"Mom... Mom..." His voice was tight as he tried to let go, but Qin Yingqing instead pinned his hand down.
“Don’t move.” She buried her face even deeper, her voice muffled, “Hold me a bit longer.”
Junfan's breathing became ragged.
He lowered his head and looked at his mother's soft black hair, at the tips of her ears slightly reddened by shame, and finally could not help but lower his head and place the lightest kiss on that sensitive earlobe.
Qin Yingqing's body jolted violently.
“Xiaofan...”
“Mom, I can’t control it.” His voice was low, as if confessing, yet it also carried a kind of relief at finally being released. “Since last night, I’ve kept thinking…… about getting a little closer.”
Qin Yingqing did not speak.
She merely raised her head and looked at her son's face in the morning light, a face that had inherited seven-tenths of her own features. Delicate and handsome, yet already completely the outline of an adult man. She reached out, her fingertips trembling as they stroked his brow ridge and eyelashes, finally resting on his lips.
The next second, she took the initiative and kissed him.
This time, it was no longer a tentative, shallow exploration.
The moment their lips touched, Qin Yingqing felt her whole body go limp. Junfan’s response came fast and hot; he turned over and pressed her into the mattress, his tongue forceful yet careful as it slipped in and swept away the saliva in her mouth. One hand slid from her lower back to her side ribs, then upward, and through the fabric grasped one of her breasts.
“Mm……” Qin Yingqing let out a suppressed nasal sound.
Junfan’s movements paused for a moment, as if confirming her reaction. Seeing that she did not push him away, he boldly lifted the hem of her loungewear and touched that soft, warm skin directly. The coarse calluses on his palm brushed over her waist, stirring a wave of fine trembling.
The clothes were quickly pushed up above the chest.
In the morning light, Qin Yingqing's mature and conservative body was fully exposed. Her snow-white breasts, long constrained by professional attire, appeared exceptionally full and perky, with pinkish-brown nipples already erect. Junfan stared for a few seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing, before lowering his head to take one into his mouth.
“Ah... Xiao Fan...”
Qin Yingqing's fingers threaded through her son's hair, seeming both to push him away and to press him closer. The warm, wet cavity of his mouth enveloped her sensitive nipple, his tongue swirling, nibbling, sucking—each movement tightening her lower abdomen. Meanwhile, her other, neglected breast was kneaded by his hand, his fingers pinching and gently tugging at the nipple.
The lower body was an utter mess too.
Junfan's knee pressed in between her legs, and his hard penis, through his pants, rubbed against her already soaked private parts again and again. The fabric was soaked through with vaginal fluid, and with every friction came a faint wet sound.
“Mom…… so wet……” He raised his head, his voice extremely hoarse. “It’s gotten my pants wet too.”
Qin Yingqing, overcome with shyness, wanted to bury her face in the pillow, but he pursued her with kisses. His kisses fell from her lips to her chin, collarbone, back to her breasts, and finally all the way down. When his lips touched her lower abdomen, Qin Yingqing finally couldn't help but grab his shoulders.
“Don’t……not there……”
“Why not?” Junfan looked up at her, his eyes full of desire so thick it could not be dissolved. “Mom said yesterday that she likes me more than a mother should. Then now... can it be a little more than that?”
Qin Yingqing couldn't speak.
She watched as her son slowly pulled down his pajama pants and underwear, watching that already fully erect penis spring out, its size more impressive than she remembered Gao Jiechao's being. Veins coiled around it, and the tip was already seeping clear fluid.
Junfan grasped himself, sliding the tip of his glans back and forth over his mother’s wet labia, covering it in her lustful juices. Each time he brushed over her clitoris, Qin Yingqing would tremble slightly.
“Go in……is that okay?” he asked, his voice tight.
Qin Yingqing closed her eyes and nodded.
The process of entering was slow and difficult.
Her body, untouched for a long time, was unbelievably tight. Even though it was already wet enough, it still hurt terribly as it was forced open. Qin Yingqing bit her lip, both hands gripping the bedsheet beneath her tightly. Junfan was also drenched in sweat, the veins at his temples bulging, yet he kept forcing himself to push in little by little, afraid of hurting her.
“Mom…… so tight……” His voice was squeezed out almost between clenched teeth.
When fully sheathed, both let out a long sigh of relief.
Qin Yingqing could clearly feel her son's member pulsing inside her, hot as if it would brand her through. Junfan lowered his head to kiss her, yet his movements hesitated to begin. He was waiting for her to adjust.
“It’s okay now…” Qin Yingqing took the initiative to raise her waist slightly, her voice as thin as a mosquito’s, “Move.”
So he moved.
At first, it was shallow thrusts, each withdrawal accompanied by sticky, wet sounds, then deep penetration. Qin Yingqing's moans gradually changed from suppressed to unrestrained, her legs unconsciously wrapping around her son's waist. Once a mature body is completely opened, it becomes fully awakened, as if. The inner walls spontaneously clench and suck, pleasing the invading hardness.
"Mom... squeezing me feels so good..." Junfan’s movements gradually sped up, the scrotum slapping against her buttocks with a crisp sound. "Even softer and hotter than I imagined..."]}]} ]}]} }
Qin Yingqing could no longer form complete sentences.
She could only lift her head again and again to the rhythm of her son's movements, revealing her slender neck. Sweat slid along her collarbone into the cleavage of her breasts, only to be licked away by Junfan lowering his head. The room was filled with the wet sounds of intertwined flesh and suppressed yet wanton gasps.
The first orgasm came urgently and intensely.
When Junfan's deep thrust accurately hit the most sensitive spot inside her, Qin Yingqing's entire body jolted up. Her inner walls spasmed violently, and a warm gush of fluid poured out, drenching her son's sex organ. She cried out his name, her nails leaving several red marks on his back.
Junfan was so tightly gripped that his scalp tingled, but he still forced himself not to release. He slowed down, helping her prolong the afterglow, and only started thrusting again after she had completely gone soft like a puddle of water.
The second round was fiercer than the first.
He almost folded her in half, pressing her knees toward her chest, and thrust deeply in a fully open position. Each thrust was heavy and precise, making Qin Yingqing’s vision whiten. She could no longer care about shame; she cried out wantonly, begging him to hurry, to go deeper, and not to stop.
When Junfan finally roared and ejaculated, scalding semen surged into her deepest part in gushes. Qin Yingqing was scalded into another orgasm, her body trembling like a sieve, tears mingling with sweat and slipping into her hair.
Afterward, both of them felt as if all their strength had been drained away.
Junfan did not withdraw right away; instead, still joined with her, he pulled his mother into his arms and kissed her forehead, eyelashes, and the tip of her nose one by one. Qin Yingqing buried her face in his chest, listening to that still strong heartbeat, and suddenly smiled softly.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Laughing at myself.” Her voice was still a little hoarse, “At thirty-five, to be done in like this by my own son…”
Junfan’s movements paused slightly, then he held her even tighter.
“Then does Mom regret it?”
Qin Yingqing was silent for a long time.
So long that Junfan almost thought she was about to say she regretted it, she lifted her head and lightly touched his lips with hers.
“No regrets.”
“Really?”
“Really.” She looked into his eyes, her gaze carrying an almost tragic tenderness, “Starting from last night, I knew there was no going back. Rather than pretending nothing happened, it’s better to… just leave it like this.”
Junfan's eyes suddenly turned red.
He lowered his head and buried his face in the crook of his mother's neck, his voice muffled: “Then what about after that? How are we supposed to... continue?”
Qin Yingqing gently stroked his back.
"Take it slow," she said. "Let's get through this summer first. I'll handle the clinic, and your school side... I'll find a way too. As for what other people think—"
She paused, the corner of her mouth curving into a somewhat bitter yet determined arc.
“What do other people’s eyes have to do with us?”
Sunlight had completely filled the room.
The sheets were disheveled, and the air still carried the scent of desire. Mother and son lay naked facing each other, neither in a hurry to get up and dress.
Some things, once they happen, can never be treated as if they never occurred.
And they have chosen to keep moving forward.
The rest of the day passed in a way that was both ordinary and extraordinary.
Qin Yingqing went to the clinic as usual, but was absent-minded. Every time she listened to a patient's chest, she would suddenly remember how her son buried his face in her chest that morning, her ears growing hot. Junfan also went to school, but spent the entire class in a daze, his notebook filled with messy lines.
Returning home at night, the two sat facing each other eating dinner, but the atmosphere was terribly subtle.
When their chopsticks touched, they would glance at each other, then quickly look away. When pouring water, if the backs of their hands touched, they would pull back as if shocked. Until dinner ended, Qin Yingqing went to wash the dishes, and Junfan hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and whispered:
“Mom, I want it.”
Qin Yingqing's hand trembled, the bowl almost falling into the sink.
She did not refuse.
That night, they did it once on the sofa, once in the shower, and finally returned to the master bedroom, continuing until midnight. Qin Yingqing was tossed back and forth by her son, climaxing again and again, until even her voice became hoarse, and she could only weakly let him have his way.
During the cleanup afterward, Junfan carefully wiped her body clean, his movements as gentle as if he were handling fragile porcelain. Qin Yingqing looked at his focused profile and suddenly reached out to touch his hair.
“Xiaofan.”
“Mm?”
“From now on… use a condom.”
Junfan’s movements paused, then he answered in a low voice, “Okay.”
But both of them knew that once something had been tasted for real, it was hard to ever fully return to a safe distance.
Days passed like this, one by one.
During the day, they were still mother and son; Qin Yingqing went to the clinic, Jun Fan went to class. At night, they completely shed all identities, becoming only the most primitive man and woman. They left traces in every corner of the house—the living room carpet, the kitchen countertop, the balcony lounge chair, even the shoe cabinet in the entryway.
Qin Yingqing's body was thoroughly opened up.
The emptiness that once could only be barely comforted by fingers is now filled by her son time and again. She begins to actively seek, hugging him from behind while he reviews his lessons, her hand slipping into his pants; leaving the bathroom door slightly ajar while showering, waiting for him to 'accidentally' come in.
Junfan also became more and more bold.
He would enter her from behind when her mother answered the phone, one hand covering her mouth, the other kneading her breasts, listening to her talk business with clients through stifled moans; when she had already put on her business suit and was about to leave, he would press her against the door, hike up her skirt, and give her a quick, fierce morning fuck, sending her to the clinic with semen all over her legs.
They looked like a real couple in love, yet there was an added taboo of blood ties between them.
This taboo made every touch twice as scorching.
On the last weekend before summer vacation ended, Qin Yingqing closed the clinic, and neither of them went out.
From Friday night to early Sunday morning, they hardly left the bed.
Qin Yingqing was nearly exhausted from being taken, yet in every brief respite, she actively lifted her hips, drawing her son back inside her. She had completely succumbed, lost in this immoral yet genuine pleasure.
On Sunday night, Junfan held her and suddenly said:
“Mom, next semester I want to move out and live on my own.”
Qin Yingqing's body stiffened.
“Why?”
“Because I want to be able to hold you while we sleep every day.” He kissed her collarbone, his voice earnest. “I don’t want to pretend anymore that we’re just mother and son. I want... to make it official.”
Qin Yingqing was silent for a long time.
Just when Junfan was almost about to take back that sentence, she suddenly rolled over, straddled his waist, and lowered her head to look at him.
“Then move.” she said, her eyes bright with startling intensity, “Find one close to the school, with good soundproofing. Mom will pay.”
Junfan froze.
“Really?”
“Really.” Qin Yingqing bent down, her lips pressed against his lips, her voice soft yet resolute, “Since the thin paper between us has already been torn, then tear it off completely. From now on, you are my son, and also my man.”
The night is still long.
And their story has only just truly begun.
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