At Qingdao City People's Hospital, there was once a couple envied by everyone, like a match made in heaven. The man, named Gao Jiechao, was the top scalpel in surgery. Although his looks were average, he was exceptionally talented, honest, and loyal, known throughout the hospital as a decent man. The woman, named Qin Yingqing, was an internal medicine doctor. She was as beautiful as a flower, stunningly gorgeous, the hospital belle, and her medical skills were also quite good. The two were a perfect match: a talented man and a beautiful woman.
They had a son named Gao Junfan. Gao Junfan inherited the strengths of his parents; not only was he intelligent, he was also very handsome, with a face like a golden boy and an exceptionally delicate appearance. Anyone who saw him said that when this young man grew up, who knew how many women he would drive crazy. Whenever Gao Jiechao and his wife spoke of their son, their pride was obvious. They doted on this son greatly, and Qin Yingqing was especially fond of Gao Junfan. Gao Junfan, however, did not abuse that favor.
That day happened to be National Day, and hospital colleagues invited Qin Yingqing to go shopping for clothes. Although already a mother, Qin Yingqing's 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, 'He gets bored at home alone.' Nurse Xiao Qin chimed in, 'Sister Xu, you don't know, Sister Qin and her son have a great relationship. Sister Qin takes her son everywhere.' Qin Yingqing's almond-shaped eyes looked at Gao Junfan's handsome face, her fair hand gently caressing it as she smiled sweetly, 'With such a good son, how could I not keep him by my side often?'
One day, Gao Jiechao suffered a recurrence of an old illness after performing several surgeries in a row. Qin Yingqing took care of him in the hospital room, and before she knew it, evening had fallen. She anxiously paced back and forth in the room. Nurse Xiao Mei saw this and advised, “Sister Qin, don’t worry. Dr. Gao’s illness 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 advised: 'You should go back to accompany 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 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 substantial compensation and child support upon divorce. Qin Yingqing used the money to take leave and open a clinic.
As time passed, more than two years went by. During this time, although Qin Yingqing was a divorced mother with a child, she 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 poorly, so she had no thoughts 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 even more handsome and, due to his parents' divorce, has become much more sensible.
Qin Yingqing, in her thirties, was in the prime of her sexual desire. A few months before the divorce, the clinic had just opened, affairs were busy, and every night she fell straight asleep, with no mind to think about such things. Once everything settled down, lying at night on the double bed and looking at the empty pillow beside her, she would recall the ecstatic joys of lovemaking from before, her chest full of desire, tossing and turning unable to sleep. Her long-neglected body felt incomparably empty, and in helplessness she could only use her hand to solve it. However, the comfort of her fingers could never truly soothe her mature, hungry body, and the number of sleepless nights grew more and more.
One afternoon, Qin Yingqing suddenly received an invitation to Xu Limei's birthday party and immediately rushed to the school to find Qin Junfan, wanting him to go to the banquet with her. By then it was class break, and Qin Junfan was discussing with classmates which female celebrity was the most beautiful. His classmates said they liked Li Jiaxin, Gigi Leung, and others, but he picked out flaws in them and rejected each one. Unconvinced, a classmate asked him who he liked. Qin Junfan said, “I don't like any of these female celebrities. How could any of them be as beautiful as 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 prettier than her.'
After class, Qin Junfan took the English textbooks to the office. Fresh out of college and only in her early 20s, the young and beautiful English teacher Ye Shuya asked him: “Junfan, how do you have such a beautiful older sister?” Qin Junfan smiled and explained that it was his mother, already thirty-five. Ye Shuya was astonished, then praised him for being handsome and said it was no wonder, with such a mother.
Ye Shuya usually took good care of Qin Junfan, and the two had a good relationship. She suggested having dinner together tonight. Qin Junfan thought about it, agreed, and said he would treat.
After school, the two went to a restaurant. After finishing the meal, Qin Junfan returned home to find his mother had already prepared dinner and was waiting for him. Qin Yingqing's expression turned somewhat complex 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 beside her 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 embrace 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 gently kissed his face a few times.
Qin Junfan looked up, his starry eyes shining brightly at her: "Really?"
“Of course it’s true.”
After that, Qin Yingqing began putting on makeup every day and wearing more carefully chosen 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 have to go to Teacher Ye.
When the provincial college English competition approached, Ye Shuya offered Qin Junfan extra tutoring. Although Qin Yingqing felt uneasy inside, 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 she felt vaguely unhappy. After returning home, she formally told her son that from tomorrow on she would tutor his English herself, and he was not allowed to go find Teacher Ye again.
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 that his mother wouldn't allow it. Ye Shuya's expression darkened, but she still smiled and brought up the meal he owed her. Remembering that his mother would be going to the health bureau in the afternoon, Qin Junfan agreed to treat the teacher to dinner that night.
The two came to that restaurant again. Qin Junfan ordered the dishes Ye Shuya liked to eat. Ye Shuya asked in surprise how he knew, and Qin Junfan only smiled.
At the dinner table, Ye Shuya looked at him thoughtfully and suddenly said softly, '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, then carefully said: 'Some feelings... once they become too full, instead make people feel breathless.'
Qin Junfan did not respond. He suddenly remembered the almost 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 himself.
When I pushed open the home door, the living room light was on. Qin Yingqing had already 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? Hungry? Mom saved some soup for you."
Qin Junfan put down his backpack, walked over, and sat down 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.
“Didn’t say anything.” Qin Junfan paused, “Just the usual wrap-up of tutoring.”
Qin Yingqing let out a soft 'Mm,' 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.
The night outside the window grew deeper.
Some emotions, once ignited, are hard to fully extinguish.
And this home tonight seemed quieter than usual, and more ambiguous.
Qin Junfan did not get up immediately. He sat on the sofa, feeling his mother's fingers still resting on his cheek, the warmth slowly seeping through his skin.
Qin Yingqing seemed to realize her hand had lingered too long. She gently withdrew it, but didn't completely pull away. Her fingertip finally brushed his jawline ever so lightly, as if unintentional, yet also deliberate.
“The soup is still hot, go have 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 him a bowl and leaned against the kitchen counter herself, watching him drink. Under the light, her lightly made-up face looked exceptionally soft. The apricot-yellow loungewear made her skin appear fair, the collar slightly open, hinting at the curve of her collarbone.
Qin Junfan took two sips, then suddenly looked up: "Mom, have you... been preoccupied lately?"
Qin Yingqing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: 'No. It's just that there's been more work at the clinic.'
"Really?"
"Really." She walked up beside him and reached out to wipe away the nonexistent soup stain at the corner of his mouth, her movement as natural as it had been when she was a child. "As for you, you've been getting close to Teacher Ye lately, and Mom's been feeling a little... jealous."
The last three words were spoken very softly, yet they landed clearly in 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 slightly warm, but she didn't retract her words. She just looked at her son, her eyes holding a complexity he had never seen before—indulgence, possession, and a hint of almost fragile dependence.
“I’m just an ordinary student-teacher relationship.” he said softly.
"I know." Qin Yingqing nodded, her voice softening a little, "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 spraying on the side of his neck, carrying a faint perfume scent and familiar body warmth.
His arm subconsciously lifted, wrapping back around her waist.
Only the low hum of the refrigerator remained in the kitchen.
After a long time, Qin Yingqing loosened her hold a little but did not completely pull away. She raised her head, looking 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 used to act all spoiled, saying '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 the nose, finally stopping by his lips. The fingertip touch was extremely light, yet it made both freeze.
The air suddenly became thick.
Qin Yingqing's fingers lingered on his lower lip for two seconds, then withdrew as if scalded. She turned her face away, her voice slightly 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 earlobes and gently rising and falling chest, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the hand she had just withdrawn.
"Mom."
“What’s wrong?”
“Tonight... can you, like before, keep me company a little before sleeping?”
Qin Yingqing was silent for a few seconds, finally letting out a soft 'Mm.'
When the sound of water started in the bathroom, Qin Yingqing sat on the living room sofa, her heart beating a little fast. She looked down at her hand, the sensation of touching her son's lips still lingering. She knew she had crossed a line, but 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.
It’s just that now, this kind of closeness has begun 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 because of the earlier atmosphere.
Halfway through wiping, Qin Junfan suddenly turned around, facing her directly.
The two were extremely close.
Qin Yingqing's hand still rested in his damp hair, their breaths mingling. She could clearly see the water droplets on her son's eyelashes and those bright eyes he had inherited from her, now gradually growing scorching.
"Mom..." he called her in a low voice.
The next second, Qin Yingqing stood on tiptoe and gently touched his lips.
Only once.
It was like testing the waters, or like a confirmation she could no longer hold back.
The kiss was extremely light, yet enough to make both of them freeze 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, only gently pulled her into his embrace, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice muffled:
"Mom, I think... I like you to a degree that's a bit beyond what a son should."
Qin Yingqing's body trembled slightly.
She didn't 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:
“...Mother too.”
The living room light was still on.
That night, mother and son did not separate again. They leaned on the sofa, talking intermittently, but their hands remained clasped together. Occasionally, when their gazes 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 softly said she was going back to her room to sleep.
Qin Junfan held her hand, not with force, but just looked at her.
Qin Yingqing hesitated for a few seconds, ultimately not pulling her hand back. Instead, she turned her hand to hold his and led him towards her bedroom.
The door closed gently behind me.
Only a small bedside lamp was lit 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 on her side and reached out to gently caress 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 intertwined, body heat transferred.
That night, they did nothing, yet were closer than in any embrace.
The night outside the window gradually fades.
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 ray of morning sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains, Qin Yingqing was awakened by the warmth in her arms.
She opened her eyes and found herself almost embedded in her son's chest. Junfan's one arm was still firmly wrapped around her waist, the other hand had somehow slipped under the hem of her loungewear, his palm pressed against the bare skin of her lower back, his fingertips unconsciously gently stroking. His breathing was even, clearly still asleep, but his lower part was already hard and erect, pressing against her lower 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, brushing against her heart like a feather.
Qin Yingqing completely dared not move.
She could clearly feel her son's heartbeat, thump after thump, hitting against her chest. She could also feel her own body reacting shamefully—her nipples quietly standing erect, a faint soreness between her legs, and moisture slowly seeping out.
After a long time, Jun Fan truly woke up. First, he blinked in confusion, then realized in what position he was holding his mother, and his whole body froze.
"Mom... Mom..." His voice tightened; he wanted to let go, but Qin Yingqing instead pressed down on his hands.
“Don’t move.” She buried her face even deeper, her voice muffled. “Hold me a little longer.”
Junfan’s breathing grew chaotic.
He looked down at his mother’s soft black hair, at the slightly reddened tips of her ears from embarrassment, and finally could not help lowering his head to place a very light kiss on that sensitive earlobe.
Qin Yingqing's body jolted violently.
“Xiaofan...”
"Mom, I can't control myself." His voice was so low it sounded like a confession, yet it carried a kind of relief at last being released, "Since last night, I've been thinking... to get a little closer again."
Qin Yingqing did not speak.
She just lifted her head, looking at her son's face in the morning light—a face that had inherited seventy percent of her features. Delicate, handsome, yet already completely the contours of a grown man. She reached out, her fingertips trembling as they traced over his brow bone, eyelashes, finally stopping on his lips.
The next second, she took the initiative to kiss him.
This time was no longer a tentative, superficial exploration.
The moment their lips touched, Qin Yingqing felt her whole body go soft. Junfan's response came urgently and passionately; he flipped over, pressing her into the mattress, his tongue forceful yet careful as it explored, sweeping away the moisture in her mouth. One hand slid from her lower back to her side, then upward, grasping one of her breasts through the fabric.
“Mm…” Qin Yingqing let out a suppressed nasal moan.
Junfan’s movement 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 directly touched that soft, warm skin. The rough calluses on his palm brushed her waist, stirring a fine shiver.
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... Xiaofan...”
Qin Yingqing's fingers threaded through her son's hair, as if wanting to push him away, yet also pressing him closer. The warm, moist mouth enveloped her sensitive nipple, the tongue circling, lightly biting, sucking—each movement tightened her lower abdomen. Meanwhile, the neglected other breast was kneaded by his hand, the nipple gently tugged between his fingers.
The lower body was an utter mess.
Junfan’s knee pressed between her legs, and his hard sex rubbed again and again against her already soaked private parts through his pants. The fabric was soaked through with her vaginal fluids, and each friction brought out faint wet sounds.
"Mom... so wet..." He looked up, his voice hoarse to the extreme, "It's already wet all over my pants."
Qin Yingqing, ashamed, wanted to bury her face in the pillow, but he pursued her with kisses. The kisses moved 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 thick, unmelting desire. “Mom said yesterday that you like me more than a mother should. So 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. Veins coiled around it, and the tip was already oozing a clear fluid.
Junfan grasped himself and slid his glans back and forth over his mother’s moist labia, coating it with her vaginal fluids. Every time he brushed her clitoris, Qin Yingqing would tremble slightly.
“Can I…… come in?” he asked, his voice taut.
Qin Yingqing closed her eyes and nodded.
The process of entering was slow and difficult.
The body, long unused to sex, was astonishingly tight. Even though it was already wet enough, it still felt painfully stretched. Qin Yingqing bit her lip, gripping the bedsheet beneath her tightly with both hands. Junfan was drenched in sweat too, veins bulging at his temples, yet he forced himself to advance little by little, afraid of hurting her.
"Mom... so tight..." His voice was squeezed out almost through clenched teeth.
When fully inserted, both let out a long sigh of relief.
Qin Yingqing could clearly feel her son's member pulsing inside her, hot as if branding through her. Junfan lowered his head to kiss her, yet his movements delayed. He was waiting for her to adjust.
“It’s okay...” Qin Yingqing took the initiative to lift her waist slightly, her voice as thin as a mosquito’s, “Move.”
Then he moved.
At first, it was shallow thrusts, each withdrawal accompanied by sticky, wet sounds, followed by 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 fully opened, it awakens completely; the inner walls spontaneously tighten and suck, pleasing the invading hardness.
"Mom... it feels so good squeezing me..." Junfan's movements gradually quickened, the pouch slapped against her buttocks, making crisp sounds, "It's softer, hotter... than I imagined..."
Qin Yingqing could no longer form complete sentences.
She could only follow her son's rhythm, throwing her head back time and again, exposing her slender neck. Sweat slid down her collarbone into her cleavage, only to be licked away by Junfan as he lowered his head. The room was filled with the wet sounds of entangled bodies and suppressed yet wanton panting.
The first orgasm came urgently and intensely.
When Junfan's deep thrust accurately hit her most sensitive spot, Qin Yingqing's entire body jolted up. Her inner walls convulsed violently, and a warm liquid gushed out, drenching her son's member. She cried out his name, her nails leaving several red marks on his back.
Junfan was so tightly gripped by her that his scalp went numb, but he still forced himself not to release. He slowed down, helping her prolong the afterglow, and only when she completely turned soft as water did he start thrusting again.
The second round was fiercer than the first.
He practically folded her in half, pressing her knees toward her chest, and thrust deeply in a fully open position. Each stroke was heavy and precise, until Qin Yingqing’s vision went white. She no longer cared about shame, and cried out wantonly, begging him to go faster, deeper, and not to stop.
When Junfan finally growled and ejaculated, streams of hot semen surged into her deepest part. Qin Yingqing, scalded by the heat, came again, her body trembling like a sieve, tears mixing with sweat and sliding into her hair.
Afterward, both of them seemed completely drained of strength.
Junfan did not pull out immediately, but while still connected, he pulled his mother into his arms and kissed her forehead, eyelashes, and the tip of her nose again and again. 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. “Thirty-five already, and I actually got done in like this by my own son...”
Junfan’s movement paused, then he held her even tighter.
“Then will Mom regret it?”
Qin Yingqing remained silent for a long time.
Just when Junnan almost thought she was about to say she regretted it, she lifted her head and brushed his lips with the lightest of kisses.
“No regrets.”
"Really?"
"Really." She looked into his eyes, an expression of almost tragic tenderness in her gaze. "Ever since last night, I knew there was no going back. Rather than pretending nothing happened, it would be better to... just leave it like this."
Junfan’s eyes suddenly turned red.
He lowered his head and buried his face in his mother’s neck hollow, 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 arrange the clinic matter; as for your school... I’ll think of a way too. As for what others 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?”
The sun had completely filled the room.
The sheets were messy, and the air still carried the scent of lust. 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 had already chosen to keep moving forward.
The rest of the day passed both normally and abnormally.
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 scribbles.
When they returned home in the evening, the two sat facing each other to eat, but the atmosphere was terribly delicate.
When their chopsticks touched, they would glance at each other, then quickly look away. When pouring water, if the backs of their hands brushed, they would pull back as if shocked by electricity. Until dinner ended, Qin Yingqing went to wash the dishes, and Junfan hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, whispering:
"Mom, I want it."
Qin Yingqing's hand trembled, and the bowl almost fell 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 around by her son, climaxing again and again, until finally even her voice grew hoarse, and she could only lie there powerless, letting him have his way.
During the cleanup afterward, Junfan carefully helped her wipe her body, his movements 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 paused, then softly replied, “Okay.”
But both of them understood that once some things have tasted their true flavor, it is hard to ever fully return to a safe distance.
And so the days passed one by one.
During the day, they were still mother and son; Qin Yingqing went to the clinic, Junfan 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 entryway shoe cabinet.
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 again and again. She began to actively seek it out, hugging him from behind while he was studying, her hand slipping into his pants; she would intentionally leave the bathroom door ajar while showering, waiting for him to 'accidentally' come in.
Junfan also became more and more bold.
He would enter her from behind when his mother answered the phone, covering her mouth with one hand and kneading her breasts with the other, listening as she negotiated business with clients through stifled moans; when she had changed into her business suit and was about to leave, he would pin her against the door, hitch up her skirt, and give her a quick, fierce morning fuck, sending her off to the clinic with semen all over her legs.
They were like a true couple, yet with the added taboo of blood relation.
This taboo makes every touch twice as scorching.
On the last weekend before the 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 pause, she still actively lifted her hips, taking her son back inside. She had completely sunk, sunk into this immoral yet genuine pleasure.
On Sunday night, Junfan held her and suddenly spoke:
"Mom, next semester I want to move out and live on my own."
Qin Yingqing's body stiffened.
“Why?”
"Because I want to hold you to sleep every day." He kissed her collarbone, his voice earnest. "I don’t want to keep pretending we’re just mother and son. I want... to make it official."
Qin Yingqing remained silent for a long time.
Just when Junnan was about to take that back, she suddenly rolled over, straddled his waist, and looked down at him.
“Then move.” she said, her eyes bright with an astonishing light, “Find one close to the school, with good soundproofing. Mom will pay for it.”
Junfan froze.
"Really?"
"Really." Qin Yingqing bent down, her lips pressed against his, her voice both soft and resolute. "Since the window paper has already been torn, then let's tear it all the way off. From now on, you are my son, and also my man."
The night was still long.
And their story was only just truly beginning.
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