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Time was a good medicine for healing. With my father's and my constant efforts and care, half a year later, Mother finally emerged from the shadows and gradually became cheerful again. She slowly forgave Father, and our family relationships gradually returned to normal.

"Mom, I'm back!" School was on break, so I came home, because the people I loved were here.

"Xiao Tian is back." Mom came out of the kitchen, and I ran over to hug 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 are you making?"

"It's not ready yet. Go rest for a while. I'll call you when the food is done."

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

Every time I came back now, I felt relaxed and happy. Brother, that bastard, had gone into the military, and Father was always away on long business trips for work. Mother was all mine, so I was always especially happy whenever I came home.

When I entered, I found that Mother had already cleaned my room from top to bottom. The sheets and quilt cover had been washed and sun-dried, the floor had been mopped, and the desk was spotless.

That showed Mother was happy that I had come home. Our relationship was getting better and better.

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

I told Mother, "Mom, you're getting prettier and prettier. Dad is so lucky to have married you. I don't know what good deeds I did in my past life to be lucky enough to become your son."

Mother smiled, her face blooming like a flower. "You really are getting sweeter with that mouth of yours. When you're a little older, who knows which girl you'll charm until she's completely dizzy?"

"Mom, you look so beautiful when you smile, so young. You have this indescribable charm, both mature and youthful at the same time. Last time I went out with you, they all said you were my sister."

"You smooth talker. Eat your food."

After dinner, Mom began clearing the dishes. I grabbed them from her and said, "Mom, take a rest. I'll wash the dishes. I'm home now, so I can't let you work so hard."

After washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen, I saw Mother lying on the sofa watching television. She was watching some youth idol drama.

"Mom, let me massage your shoulders."

As I spoke, I began gently kneading Mother's shoulders. I did not know why these intimate gestures came so naturally to me. Her body trembled slightly, then she naturally accepted the shoulder massage.

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

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

Mother said, "Don't read random books. You need to focus on your studies."

I said, "Mom, I've always focused on my studies. I've been doing better and better lately. My grades are already above average in the year. I study hard at school and take good care of Mom at home. I'm almost an adult. I need to take responsibility for the family and repay you properly."

My grades had once been nearly at the bottom. Ever since our family relationships gradually returned to normal and Mother's mood gradually improved, I had become more cheerful too. I studied seriously, and my grades gradually improved. When Mother saw my grades getting better, she became even happier, and there were more smiles on her face. Then every time I came home, I was happy too.

Mother smiled. "I can take care of myself at home. As long as you study well, I'll be completely satisfied."

Although Mother and I were becoming closer and closer, I only dared make small intimate gestures. I really wanted to kiss Mother, but I was afraid it would ruin the image she had of me and make her remember unpleasant experiences.

Good days were always short. After two days passed, I had to return to school. I told Mother, "Mom, I don't want to go to school. I want to stay home and keep you company."

Mother said, "You wouldn't dare. Your grades have only improved a little, and you're already getting arrogant? If you dare skip school, see whether I'll still pay attention to you when you come back next time."

"Mom, I was just saying." Before leaving, I hugged Mother again and said, "Mom, I'm heading out."

Mom hugged me tightly too. "Mm, go on. Study hard at school. Come home when break starts, and Mom will make you something delicious."

Then Mom reluctantly walked me to the door and asked, "When does your school start summer break?"

"Mom, you don't care about me at all. Break is coming soon. The moment vacation starts, I'll come straight home."

After saying that, I somehow quickly kissed Mother on the cheek, then ran out the door, calling as I ran, "I'll definitely study hard at school."

When I looked back, Mother's face was bright red like an apple, and it looked beautiful. Seeing me turn around, she waved at me—not goodbye, but as if she wanted to smack me.

I did not know what Mother thought, but I was thrilled. I had often kissed Mother as a child, and it had been like this then too. Later, I thought about it carefully. When I kissed Mother as a child, I saw her as my mother. Now, I kissed her as a lover.

After kissing Mother, I stayed excited for an entire week.

I used to call home every weekend and talk to Mother about school. Ever since I kissed Mother, I called Mom for ten minutes every day after evening self-study. I asked about things at home, told Mother not to work too hard, and told her to leave any heavy chores for me when I returned. Sometimes I even teased her. "Mom, I miss you so much at school. Do you miss your son at home?"

At first, Mother would say, "Is that any way to talk to your mother? Watch your wording."

During the final month of the term, I called Mother every day at a fixed time. It seemed Mother was waiting for my call at the same time. Every day passed in sweet longing.

Sometimes, just as Mother hung up, she would say, "I miss you at home too."

In that instant, I felt as though I were in love. The world was filled with honey.

I felt my world was full of love. The power of love made me study even harder, and in the final exams, I improved again and squeezed into the top ten of the year.

I told Mother my grades. From her laughter, I could sense her joy on the other end of the phone. Mother said, "When you come back, Mom will make you a big feast. I'll wait for you at home."

There were still two days before school let out after the results came out. The night before I went home, I called Mother, but no one answered. I called several times, but still no one picked up. She did not reply to my messages either. I felt anxious and uncertain. Why was Mother not answering the phone or replying to my messages? Did she not want to talk to me anymore?

I did not sleep well all night.

I was desperate to get home and could not wait another moment.

The moment I was allowed to leave campus, I immediately bought a ticket and set off for home.

The moment I reached the door, I shouted, "Mom! Mom! I'm back!"

The moment Mother opened the door, I wanted to give her a big hug, but she immediately stopped me and only said, "Xiao Tian is back."

Mother had known I was coming home today. When we spoke on the phone, she had been looking forward to my return.

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

The moment I heard that, my excitement deflated. I glanced at Mother with a little resentment, but I did not dare show it in front of my parents.

I saw Father drinking tea and watching television in the living room. After entering, I said, "Dad, I'm back for vacation. When did you get home?"

Mother sat down beside Father. Father had gotten darker from being outside, and he did not seem to be in a very good mood.

He said, "I got home yesterday afternoon. I heard from your mom that you've improved a lot in your studies lately and your grades have risen quickly."

I said, "Mm, they improved a little. I placed in the top ten of the year in the final exam."

Father said, "Mm, but don't get too proud. Next term will be Third Year High School, and you still need to keep working hard. Don't get carried away, understand?"

The moment I heard that, I was unhappy. I thought, I worked so hard to improve my grades. How am I getting carried away? When have you ever seen me get carried away?

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

Mother said, "The boy finally achieved something, and you're already tearing him down. Is that any way to be a father?"

Father put an arm around Mother's shoulders and said, "I'm just afraid he'll become arrogant. I'm reminding him to stay alert."

Mother said, "Honestly, you never worry about things when you're away, but the moment you come home, you start scolding our son. You don't even look at who has been educating him at home."

Father said, "Yes, yes, I accept the criticism. At noon, I'll take the two of you out for a big meal."

Seeing Mother sitting beside Father with his arm around her, I suddenly felt terribly stifled.

It was not Father's lecture that made me feel bad. It was that I could not hug Mother when I entered, and now I was seeing her in Father's arms.

I said, "Dad, there's no need to eat out. I think eating at home is fine. It isn't easy for you to earn money outside, and I don't feel well after the ride. I don't have much appetite either."

I thought, If we're going out to eat, I only want to go alone with Mother.

Mother said, "Look how sensible our son is. You're the one wandering around outside and not knowing when to come home."

Father said, "Work is busy. I have to earn money to support the family."

I did not want to stay in the living room. It hurt too much. Then I thought about how Mother had not answered my calls or messages last night because Father had come home. I did not want to imagine what had happened at home last night. I said, "Dad, Mom, I'm a little tired from the ride. I'll go rest in my room first."

Father said, "Are you unhappy just because I lectured you a little? Sit down and keep your parents company for a while."

Mother looked at me with some confusion. I was not usually like this when I came home. Normally, I was lively and quick-witted, and I could make her very happy with my words.

The moment Father came home, I wilted and became like a different person. Since Father criticized and lectured me the moment I arrived home, Mother felt somewhat unhappy too.

She said to Father, "The boy is tired from traveling and exhausted from studying at school. Look how tired he is. Can't he rest for a while?"

Then she said to me, "Go on, rest for a while. I'll call you for lunch when the food is ready."

When I returned to my room, Mother had already made the bed. I lay down feeling uncomfortable. Since I had not slept well the night before, I was very sleepy too, and I drifted off in a daze.

"Xiao Tian... Xiao Tian..." I felt someone calling me. "Get up and eat lunch."

I opened my eyes. It was Mother calling me to eat. I said I was not hungry.

Mother asked me, "Are you feeling unwell?"

I said no.

Mother asked, "Then is it because Dad told you that you need to keep working hard the moment you came home, and it made you feel bad? Your father doesn't know how to speak or teach properly. Listen to Mom from now on."

I said I did not feel bad, and that Dad was right.

Mother asked again, "Then what's wrong? You weren't like this when you came home before." She lowered her head and asked softly, "Is it because Mom didn't let you hug her when you came in, and you felt bad?"

I nodded. "Mm. Once Dad comes back, you don't pay attention to me anymore."

Mother understood where the problem was. She smiled. "You're already this grown up, yet you still act like a child. Get up. Mom will hug you. If you get up too late, there won't be one. Three... two..."

Before Mother could say one, I got up. I hugged Mother and said, "I'm your child." In truth, I had not realized that our relationship and those intimate gestures had crossed a line.

Mother said, "Hurry and wash your hands. Time to eat."

I was instantly full of energy and went to wash my hands for lunch.

In the bathroom, I saw a Sanitary Napkin in the Trash Can, stained with a little blood. I felt even happier. Ha, Mother had gotten her period. I thought Mother definitely had not been "bullied" by Father last night, and the little bit of dissatisfaction I had toward Father vanished.

When Mother saw that I had returned to the way she remembered after washing my hands, she was very happy too.

During the meal, she kept putting food into my bowl and said, "Studying at school is hard. You have to keep up with your nutrition."

Father said, "Honey, I've been working hard outside lately too. At least put some food in my bowl as well."

Mother said, "Who knows whether you've been working hard outside or having a good time?"

I looked at Father's somewhat irritated face, at the way he wanted to say something but did not dare to. I guessed he wanted to say, "Whether I've been having a good time lately, weren't you the one who knew best last night?"

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

After dinner, Father ordered me around, making me do this and that, serve tea and pour water. Mother could not stand it anymore and said to Father, "He just got back, and you're already throwing your weight around as a parent. Why are you tormenting him?"

Father said, "I'm teaching the child to work more. Otherwise, you'll say I'm not educating our son again."

Mother said, "Is that how you educate a son?"

Father said, "Honey, you can't spoil him too much. A loving mother raises spoiled children."

For several days in a row, Father had me doing this and that at home. I began feeling increasingly gloomy. I deliberately avoided and hid from Father. At home, I barely dared speak, and when I did, I was extremely cautious.

Mother saw it all, but she could do nothing about it. After all, Father was the parent. The affectionate atmosphere Mother and I usually shared had completely disappeared.

Mother became so angry that she exploded at Father in front of me. "You're only home for a few days, and look what you've turned our son into! Would you only be satisfied if you trained him into a dullard? I kept looking forward to you coming home so our family could live happily together, but the moment you come back, this place no longer feels like a home."

Seeing Mother so angry, Father showed his emotional intelligence. After all, he had not yet gotten any sweetness from Mother after returning, so he immediately coaxed her. "Honey, I know I was wrong. From now on, we'll discuss how to educate our son together. You've spent more time teaching him at home, and you understand him better. I'll listen to you more."

For several days afterward, Father accompanied Mother shopping and taking walks, making her very happy. I became even more depressed.

One night, I got up to use the bathroom and saw light shining through the crack of Mother's bedroom door. I also heard restrained panting. Mother and Father were speaking softly inside. I moved closer to listen and heard Mother say, "Gentler, it hurts a little."

Father said, "Spread your legs a little more. I'll be gentler, deeper."

There was a rustling sound, probably Mother moving as Father had asked.

"Ah, that's too deep! Slow down."

Father said, "Honey, you're so tight down there. Has it been too long since we did it? Are you not used to it anymore? Is your husband big down there?"

Mother said, "Big. It's been too long, so it hurts a little."

Father said, "Is your husband good?"

Mother said, "Very good!"

After Mother said that, the bed suddenly began creaking violently. Mother said, "Ah... slower... gentler... ah... so deep! Mm..." Mother could not make any more sound. I could not help gently pushing open the door crack. On the bed, two naked bodies were tangled together. Father was on top of Mother—perhaps "lying over her" was more accurate.

His lower body thrust into Mother again and again, while his mouth forcefully kissed hers. Wet sounds came from where their lower bodies joined. Father kissed Mother for a long time before releasing her mouth. Mother panted and said, "Honey, you're incredible. You're making your wife feel so good. I can't take it anymore, I can't."

Father said, "Think about how long I've been holding back. Honey, lie face down on the bed. I want to take you from behind, okay?"

After saying that, he straightened up and supported himself with his hands and feet, giving Mother room to turn over.

There was a soft pop as something withdrew from Mother's body. Mother let out a breathy "Oh..." and obediently followed Father's instructions, turning over and lying face down on the bed. I watched through the door crack as Father moved with practiced ease. He lay on Mother, found her entrance with his lower body, rubbed hard against her buttocks, and pressed against her tightly. Mother panted again and again. Father turned Mother's face toward him, and she cooperatively extended her tongue for him to taste...

I stood outside the door, completely stunned. This was the first time I had ever seen a man and woman making love, and it was my parents making love. I watched my parents through the door as they made love in the room. Seeing the Mother I loved panting beneath Father and pleasing him made me feel both excited and heartbroken.

I felt that someone important had been taken away from me. Even though he was Mother's legal partner and my biological father, I did not know when I had started feeling that Mother was mine, that she belonged only to me. I did not know when I had developed such a strong, one-sided possessiveness.

Father had only been home a few days, and Mother had already "fallen." The atmosphere I had painstakingly built over several months vanished without a trace. I felt Mother was always in Father's arms, with no place for me at all. I did not know why I was having such outrageous thoughts. I was young and full of passion, deeply invested emotionally, and my mind had become stubbornly fixated on one thought: Why was Mother treating me like this?

"Honey... I'm coming... I'm going to fill your little hole!" With Father's low growl, his lower body pressed hard against Mother's buttocks, trembling as he ejaculated into her.

"Honey, it's so hot... so hot... it's full... you've filled me up, it's overflowing..." Mother panted.

I quickly and quietly closed the door crack again and returned to my own room.

I could no longer sleep. My mind was full of images of Mother beneath Father, Father ejaculating into her.

For several days in a row, I listened outside Mother's bedroom door in the middle of the night. The door was closed, so I could only listen. During those days, Mother was pinned beneath Father every night, panting as she pleased him.

During the day, Father strutted about arrogantly. In my eyes, he was showing off that he had won Mother's body and heart from me.

I had already been unhappy, and after being "enslaved" by Father, I felt utterly miserable. I had once been able to hide it, but now it was written all over my face.

Seeing how a perfectly fine person had changed after Father returned, Mother said to Father, "When are you leaving on another business trip? The moment you come back, our son acts like a mouse seeing a cat. You've scolded him until he barely seems human."

Father said, "That is my authority as a parent. My education has been highly effective."

Mother said, "If you keep educating him this way, you'll ruin him sooner or later. You go earn money outside. I'll be responsible for our son's education."

Because Mother was unhappy with Father being at home, several more days passed before Father finally left on another business trip.

Father had left on a business trip, but I felt no joy at all. I felt that Mother had been taken from me in bed, and there was some resentment in my gaze when I looked at her.

Seeing that I was still unhappy, Mother said to me, "Xiao Tian, sit down and watch television with Mom for a while. Let's have a chat, just the two of us."

I sat in the spot where Father had originally been sitting. Mother said, "Your annoying father is gone, so why are you still living so nervously at home? Your father's way of teaching people is outdated, but his intentions are good. Don't overthink it. I won't let him interfere with you so much in the future, okay?"

I said, "Mom, I'm not overthinking it. I know Father means well. It's just that Third Year High School starts next term, and I suddenly feel a lot of pressure."

Mother pinched my cheek. "My son has become sensible. He knows how to think now. School hasn't even started yet, so what are you worrying about? You improved so much last term. I believe my son can get into a good university."

Mother added, "Come massage Mom's shoulders. I'm tired after walking around outside these past few days."

I gently rubbed Mother's shoulders and said, "Mom, is this pressure okay? If I can't get into university in the future, at least I'll still have a skill to make a living."

Mother said, "Don't talk nonsense. If you can't get into university, I'll spank you. If you're stressed, Mom will take you out tomorrow to have some fun and relax. It's easy to get tired when you're always wound so tight. You've grown taller, so Mom will buy you a few new outfits."

I wanted to say, "Mom, whenever it's just the two of us, I feel relaxed." I did not dare say it.

The next day, Mother took out the Uniform Clothing our family had bought together before and said we would wear Family Clothing when we went out today. She took me shopping and picked out several outfits for me. The sales assistant said, "Sir, your girlfriend has great taste. The clothes she picked suit you very well. She's so considerate."

Mother immediately interrupted her. "Don't talk nonsense. I'm his mother."

The sales assistant hurriedly apologized. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You look far too young. I'm sorry!"

I was overjoyed inside. I teased Mother, "Mom, didn't I tell you that you look very young? You didn't believe me."

Mother said, "You smooth talker. Go pay."

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

All the grievance and unhappiness I had suffered these past days disappeared. I felt more relaxed than ever before.

After leaving the mall, Mother's face was still bright red, just like a girl in Passionate Love.

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

Mother said, "Still talking back? When we get home, I'll make you kneel on the washboard."

I said, "Our house uses a washing machine. Where would we get a washboard?"

Mother said, "Still talking back." With that, she raised her hand to hit me. I dodged aside and burst out laughing. Mother said, "Come here."

I said, "I'm not going over there. I'll get hit."

Mother chased after me, and I ran away. What mother and son? We were more like a couple in passionate love, teasing and roughhousing.

That afternoon, we ate at a restaurant. Mother ordered, and the waitress said, "Miss, our restaurant has launched several Couple Set Meals. They're very affordable and cost-effective. They're on the first few pages of the menu. Would you like to take a look?"

Mother