Willow Dark Flower Bright Enter Good Situation

Time is good medicine for healing people. With the constant effort and care from my Father and me, six months later, Mother finally emerged from her shadow and gradually became cheerful again. Mother gradually forgave Father, and the family relationship gradually restored normal.

"Mom, I'm back!" When school holidays started, I went home because I had loved ones at home.

"Xiao Tian is back." Mom came out from the kitchen, and I ran over to embrace her.

Mother said, "You're almost an adult, why are you still so clingy?"

"Because I love you, Mom. It smells so good, what delicious food did you make for me?"

"It's not ready yet. You go rest for a bit, I'll call you when it's done."

"Okay! I'll go tidy up my room."

Now, every time I come home, I feel happy. Brother, that bastard, is in the troops, and Father is on a long-term business trip. Mother is all mine, so I'm extremely happy every time I return.

Upon entering the house, I found my room had already been completely tidied up by Mother: washed and dried bedding, mopped floors, and a clean desk.

This shows Mother is very happy about my return, and my relationship with Mother is getting better and better.

At the dinner table, I looked at my gentle and refined Mother, still so gentle and generous. Mother noticed me looking at her, "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"

I said to Mother, "Mom, you're getting more and more beautiful. Dad is so blessed to marry you. I don't know what good deeds I did in my previous life to be blessed enough to be your son."

Mother smiled, her face blooming like a flower, and said, "You, your mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter. When you get older, I don't know which girl will be spun around by you."

"Mom, you look so beautiful when you smile, so young, with an indescribable charm, both mature and youthful. Last time we went out, they all said you were my older sister."

"Sarcasm, eat quickly."

After eating, Mom started clearing the dishes. I snatched them, saying, "Mom, you rest. I'll wash the dishes. I'm home, I can't let you work so hard."

After washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen, I saw Mother lying on the sofa watching TV, watching some youth idol dramas.

"Mom, let me massage your shoulders for you."

As I spoke, I began to gently massage Mother's shoulders. I don't know how I naturally started doing these intimate actions. Mother's body trembled slightly, then she naturally accepted the shoulder massage.

Mother asked me, "Where did you learn that?"

I said, "I read a book about massage in the school library and remembered a little."

Mother said, "Don't read those messy books. You should focus on your studies."

I said, "Mom, my focus has always been on my studies. My studies have been getting better and better recently, and my grades are now in the middle to upper tier of the grade. I study hard at school and take good care of Mom at home. I'm almost an adult, I need to take on family responsibilities and repay you well."

Originally, my grades were almost at the bottom. Since the family relationship gradually restored normal and Mother's mood gradually improved, my mood also gradually became cheerful, and I studied diligently again, my grades gradually improving. Seeing my grades gradually improve, Mother became even happier, her smile increased, and I was very happy every time I came home.

Mother smiled, "I can take care of myself at home. I'll be content if you study well."

Although my relationship with my mother grew closer, I only dared to engage in intimate gestures. I really wanted to kiss my mother, but I was afraid of ruining the image I had in her heart and making her recall unpleasant experiences.

Good days are always short. After two days, I had to return to school. I said to my mother, "Mom, I don't want to go to school. I want to stay home and keep you company."

My mother said, "You dare! You get slightly better grades and you get arrogant. You dare not go to school? See if I'll talk to you next time you come back."

"Mom, I was just saying." Before going out, I hugged my mother again and said, "Mom, I'm leaving."

Mom also hugged me tightly, "Mm, go. Study hard at school. Come home when you have a break. Mom will make you delicious food."

Then, Mom reluctantly saw me to the door and asked, "When does your school have summer vacation?"

"Mom, you don't even care about me. Vacation is coming soon. I'll come home the moment vacation starts."

After speaking, I inexplicably and swiftly kissed my mother's cheek, then ran out of the house, saying as I ran, "I will definitely study hard at school."

Looking back, I saw my mother's face was flushed red, like an apple, very beautiful. Seeing me look back, she waved her hand at me, not a farewell, but a gesture of slapping my face.

I didn't know what my mother was thinking. I was very excited. When I was young, I often kissed my mother, and it was like this. Later, I thought carefully. When I was young, kissing my mother meant treating her as a mother. Now, kissing her means treating her as a lover.

After kissing my mother, I was excited for a week.

Before, I called home every weekend to chat with my mother about school. Since kissing my mother, I have called Mom for ten minutes every day after evening study. I ask about things at home and tell her not to work too hard. I also say that when I return, I will do any heavy work. Occasionally, I would tease my mother, "Mom, I miss you so much at school. Do you miss your son at home?"

At first, my mother would say, "How are you talking to your mom? Watch your wording."

In the month leading up to the end of the semester, I called my mother at a fixed time every day. My mother seemed to be waiting for my call at the same time. Every day was spent in sweet longing.

Sometimes, as my mother was about to hang up, she would say, "I miss you at home too."

In that moment, I felt like I was in love. The world was full of honey.

I felt my world was full of love. The power of love made me study more energetically. In the final exam, my studies took another step up, and I squeezed into the top ten in my grade.

I told my mother my grades. From her laughter, I could feel her joyful mood on the other side of the phone. My mother said, "When you come back, Mom will make you a feast. I'll wait for you at home."

There were still two days before school let out after the grades came out. The night before I went home, I called my mother. No one answered. I called several times, but still no one answered. I sent a message, but got no reply. I felt anxious, worried that my mother didn't want to talk to me anymore.

I didn't sleep well all night.

I was eager to return home and couldn't wait another moment.

The moment I could leave school, I immediately bought a ticket and embarked on the journey home.

As soon as I reached the doorstep, I shouted loudly, "Mom! Mom! I'm back!" Ai Du Free Novel App, no ads, fastest update. To avoid losing content during the horse race, download:

The moment my mother opened the door, I wanted to give her a full embrace, but my mother immediately blocked me and just said, "Xiao Tian is back."

My mother knew I was coming back today. When she called, she was looking forward to me coming home sooner.

Mother looked towards the living room and said, "Your Dad came back yesterday too."

As soon as I heard that, my excited mood immediately deflated. I cast a slightly resentful glance at Mother, but I didn't dare show it in front of my Parents.

Seeing Father sitting in the living room drinking tea and watching TV, I said after entering, "Dad, I'm home for the holiday. When did you get back?"

Mother sat down beside Father. Father had gotten tanned outside, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

He said, "I got home yesterday afternoon. Your Mom said you've made a lot of progress in your studies recently, and your grades have improved quickly."

I said, "Mm, improved a little. I got into the Top Ten this semester."

Father said, "Mm, but don't get too proud. Next semester is Third Year High School, and you still need to persist and work hard. Don't get carried away, understand?"

I immediately felt unhappy. I thought: I worked hard to improve my grades, why is he saying I'm getting carried away? When did he ever see me get carried away?

I said, "Dad, I haven't even had a chance to get carried away, and you're already lecturing me."

Mother said, "Son finally achieved something, and you're bringing him down. Is this how a father should be?"

Father hugged Mother's Shoulder and said, "I'm just afraid he'll get arrogant, trying to keep him alert."

Mother said, "It's not me saying this, but you don't worry about things outside, and when you get home, you just lecture your son. Don't you even look at who's been educating him at home."

Father said, "Yes, yes, I accept the criticism. At Noon, I'll take you Mother and Son out for a Feast."

Seeing Mother sitting beside Father, hugged by him, I suddenly felt very stifled.

Actually, it wasn't Father's scolding that made me feel uncomfortable, but rather that I couldn't Embrace Mother when I first arrived. And now, seeing her hugged by Father.

I said, "Dad, there's no need to go out to eat. I think eating at Home is fine. It's not easy for you to earn money outside. I'm a bit uncomfortable after the car ride, and I don't have much appetite."

I thought to myself, if we were to go out to eat, I'd only want to go out with Mother alone.

Mother said, "Look how sensible my son is. It's you who's out gallivanting and doesn't even come home."

Father said, "I'm busy with work, I have to earn money to support the family."

I didn't want to stay in the living room; it made me uncomfortable. Then, thinking that Mother didn't answer my calls or reply to my texts last night because Father had returned, I didn't want to imagine what had happened at Home last night. I said, "Dad, Mom, I'm a bit tired from the car ride. I'm going back to my room to Rest for a bit."

Father said, "Are you unhappy just because I lectured you a couple of times? Sit and chat with your Parents for a while."

Mother looked at me with some confusion. I'm usually not like this when I come home. Normally, when I get home, I'm very lively and spirited, and I can Coax her into being very happy with my talk.

As soon as Father comes home, I become listless, like a different person. This is because Father starts criticizing and lecturing me as soon as I arrive. Mother also feels a bit unhappy.

She said to Father, "My son is tired from the car ride and has been working hard studying at School. Look at how exhausted he is. Can't you let him Rest?"

Then she said to me, "Go ahead, go and Rest. I'll call you for dinner when the food is Finished Cooking."

I returned to my room. Mother had already tidied up the beds. I lay on the bed, feeling uncomfortable because I hadn't slept well last night. I was also very sleepy and drifted off into a dazed sleep.

"Xiao Tian... Xiao Tian..." I felt someone calling me. "Get up, it's time for lunch."

I opened my eyes. It was Mother calling me to eat. I said I wasn't hungry.

Mother asked me, "Are you feeling unwell?"

I said no.

Mother asked, "Then is it because Father said something when you got home that made you feel uncomfortable? Your Father doesn't know how to speak properly or educate you. Listen to Mom from now on."

I said I didn't feel uncomfortable and that Father was right.

Mother asked again, "Then what's wrong? You're not usually like this when you come home." She lowered her head and asked softly, "Did Mom not let you have a hug when you came in, and that made you feel uncomfortable?"

I nodded. "Mm, you ignored me as soon as Dad got home."

Mother knew where the problem lay and smiled. "You're so grown up, yet you're still like a child. Get up, Mom will give you a hug. If you get up late, there won't be one. 3... 2..."

Before Mother could finish counting, I got up. I embraced Mother and said, "I'm your child." I didn't even realize our relationship and intimate actions were a bit over the line.

Mother said, "Hurry and wash your hands, it's time to eat."

I immediately felt full of energy and went to wash my hands and eat.

In the bathroom, I saw a sanitary napkin in the trash can with some blood on it. My heart felt even happier. Ha, Mother had Aunt Flow. I thought that Mother must not have been "bullied" by Father last night. The dissatisfaction I felt towards Father vanished.

Mother saw me come out after washing my hands and return to the person she expected me to be. She was also very happy.

During the meal, she kept putting food into my bowl, saying, "Studying at school is hard work. Your nutrition must keep up."

Father said, "Wife, I've been working hard outside recently too. At least give me some food."

Mother said, "Who knows if you're working hard or having fun outside."

I looked at Father's slightly annoyed face. I wanted to speak but didn't dare. I guessed he wanted to say, "You know best whether I've been having fun recently, don't you?"

I secretly chuckled while eating. Father glared at me. "What are you laughing at? Eat your food quickly!"

After the meal, Father ordered me around, asking me to fetch tea and pour water. Mother couldn't stand it and said to Father, "You just got home and you're already throwing your weight around. Why are you bothering our son?"

Father said, "Aren't I teaching the child to work more? Otherwise, you'll say I don't educate our son."

Mother said, "Is this how you educate your son?"

Father said, "Wife, you can't spoil him too much. Remember, a kind mother often spoils her child."

For several days, I was ordered around by my father at home, doing this and that. I started to feel unhappy and deliberately avoided and stayed away from my father. I didn't dare to speak at home, and spoke very cautiously.

My mother saw this but was helpless. After all, my father was the head of the family. The loving atmosphere between my mother and me was gone.

My mother was so angry that she threw a tantrum in front of my father, saying, "You've only been home for a few days, and you've already disciplined our son to this extent? Are you satisfied only when you've turned him into an idiot? I was looking forward to you coming home every day so we could live happily as a family. But now that you're home, it doesn't feel like a home anymore."

Seeing how angry my mother was, my father, being highly intelligent, immediately coaxed her, "Wife, I was wrong. From now on, let's discuss how to educate our son. You spend more time with him at home and understand him better. I'll listen to you more."

For the next few days, my father accompanied my mother shopping and for walks, making her very happy. I became even more unhappy.

One night, I got up to go to the toilet and saw light coming from under my mother's bedroom door. I also heard waves of suppressed panting. Today, my mother and father were speaking in low voices. I leaned closer to listen and heard my mother say, "Gently, it hurts a little."

My father said, "Spread your legs a little wider. I'll be gentle, but deeper."

There was a "swish" sound, likely my mother complying with my father's request.

"Ah, too deep! Slow down."

My father said, "Wife, you're too tight down there. Have you not had intercourse in a long time? Are you not used to it? Is your husband's 'thing' big enough?"

My mother said, "It's big. It's been too long, and it hurts a little."

My father said, "Is your husband awesome?"

My mother said, "Awesome!"

As soon as my mother finished speaking, the bed suddenly made loud "creak creak" sounds. My mother said, "Ah... slow down... gently... Ah... so deep! Mm..." My mother couldn't make a sound. I couldn't help but gently push open the door crack. I saw two naked bodies entangled on the bed. My father was pressing on my mother, perhaps "crawling" would be a more accurate description.

His lower body thrust into my mother in waves, and he forcefully kissed her mouth. The junction of their lower bodies made a "sizzling" sound. My father kissed my mother for a long time before releasing her mouth. My mother panted and said, "Husband, you're too awesome. Your wife is so comfortable being penetrated by you. I can't take it anymore, I can't."

My father said, "Don't you think about how long I've been holding back? Wife, lie on the bed. I want to penetrate you from behind, okay?"

After saying that, he propped himself up with his hands and feet, giving my mother space to turn over.

There was a "pop" sound as something was withdrawn from my mother's body. My mother let out a soft "Oh..." and obediently turned over as my father instructed, lying on her stomach. I watched through the door crack. My father, skilled and familiar, crawled onto my mother, found the entrance to her lower body, and forcefully rubbed her buttocks, thrusting into her buttocks. His body was pressed close to my mother. My mother panted in waves. My father turned my mother's mouth, and she cooperatively stuck out her tongue for my father to taste...

I stood outside the door, dumbfounded. This was the first time I had witnessed sexual intercourse between a man and a woman, and it was my parents. I was peeking at my parents having intercourse in their room, watching my beloved mother panting and submitting under my father. I felt both excited and heartbroken.

I felt like someone very important had been taken away. Even though he was my mother's legal partner, my own father. I didn't know when it started, but I felt that my mother was mine, belonging only to me. I didn't know when this one-sided possessiveness began to grow so strong.

My father had only been home for a few days, and my mother had already "fallen." The atmosphere I had worked hard to create for months vanished. I felt that my mother was always in my father's embrace, and I had no share in it. I didn't understand why I had such an outrageous thought. Being young and full of vigor, with deep emotional investment, my mind had become fixated. I only thought: Why is my mother doing this to me?

"Wife... I'm coming... I'm going to ejaculate all over your cunt!" With a low growl from my father, he forcefully pressed his lower body into my mother's buttocks, thrusting into her body with tremors, injecting his semen.

"Husband, it's so hot... so hot... it's full... you're ejaculating so much, it's overflowing..." my mother panted.

I quickly and gently restored the door crack and returned to my room.

I couldn't sleep anymore. My mind was filled with images of my mother being pressed down by my father, being penetrated by his semen.

For several consecutive nights, I eavesdropped outside my mother's room door. The door was closed, so I could only listen in. These past few days, my mother was pressed down by my father every night, her soft moans and pleasure filling the air.

During the day, my father was arrogant. In my eyes, he was just flaunting his conquest of my mother's body and soul.

I was already unhappy, and being "enslaved" by my father made me feel extremely desolate. I used to be able to hide it, but now it was written all over my face.

Seeing her son change so drastically just because his father was back, my mother said to him, "When are you going on your business trip? As soon as you get back, our son acts like a mouse seeing a cat, you scold him until he's less than human."

My father said, "That's my parental authority, and my education is effective."

My mother said, "If you continue educating him like this, our son will be ruined sooner or later. You go out and earn money, and I'll be responsible for our son's education."

Because of my mother's dissatisfaction with my father being home, a few more days passed, and my father finally left on his business trip.

My father went on his business trip, but I felt no joy. I felt like my mother had been "taken away" to be slept with, and my gaze towards her was filled with a hint of resentment.

Seeing that I was still moping, my mother said to me, "Xiao Tian, sit down and watch TV with Mom for a while. Let's mother and son chat."

I sat in the spot where my father used to sit. My mother said, "Your annoying father is gone, why are you still walking on eggshells at home? Your father's way of educating people is outdated, but his intentions were for your own good. Don't overthink it. I won't let him interfere with you too much from now on, okay?"

I said, "Mom, I'm not overthinking it. I know Dad means well. It's just that next semester is my third year of high school, and I suddenly feel a lot of pressure."

My mother pinched my cheek and said, "My son is so sensible now, he knows how to think. School hasn't even started yet, so why worry now? You made so much progress in your studies last semester. I believe my son can get into a good university."

My mother added, "Come and give Mom a shoulder massage. I'm tired from walking around outside these past few days."

I gently massaged my mother's shoulders and said, "Mom, is this pressure okay? If I can't get into university in the future, I can still make a living with my skills."

My mother said, "Don't talk nonsense. If you can't get into university, I'll spank your butt. If you're feeling stressed, Mom will take you out to play tomorrow to relax. It's tiring to be tense all the time. You've grown taller, Mom will get you some new clothes."

I wanted to say, "Mom, I feel very relaxed when we're alone." But I didn't dare to say it.

The next day, my mother took out the uniform clothing we had bought together before and said we would wear family clothing out today. She took me to the mall. My mother picked out a few outfits for me. The salesperson at the store said, "Sir, your girlfriend has excellent taste. The clothes she picked for you match you perfectly and suit you very well. She's truly considerate."

My mother immediately interrupted her, saying, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm his mother."

The salesperson quickly apologized, saying, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! You look too young, I'm truly sorry!"

I was overjoyed inside and teased my mother, saying, "Mom, I told you you look young, didn't I? You didn't believe me."

My mother said, "Stop your sarcasm. Go pay the money."

To outsiders, my mother looked like my girlfriend. I was so happy!

The grievances and unhappiness I had suffered these past few days vanished, and my mood was more comfortable than ever.

After leaving the mall, my mother's face was still flushed, just like a girl in the throes of passionate love.

I said, "My young and beautiful girlfriend, where are we going now?"

Mother said, "Still talking back. I'll make you kneel on a washboard when we get home."

I said, "We use a washing machine at home, where would we get a washboard?"

Mother said, "Talking back again." With that, she raised her hand to hit me. I dodged with a flash and burst into laughter. Mother said, "Come here."

I said, "I'm not coming. I'll get beaten."

Mother chased after me, and I ran away. It wasn't like a mother and son at all; it was like a couple in passionate love, frolicking.

In the afternoon, we were eating at a restaurant. Mother was ordering when the waiter said, "Miss, we have a few couple set meals available right now. They're very economical. They're on the first few pages of the menu. Would you like to take a look?"

Mother