Chapter 228

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the cracks in the dormitory curtains, casting tiny specks of light onto Kathryn’s face. She frowned and rubbed her sleepy eyes, her forehead slightly swollen, as if hungover. As she stood up, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through her lower body. Deep within her vagina, it seemed as if the burning memory of last night’s stretching still lingered. With every step, her legs trembled slightly, and the tightness left behind by the sticky, dried-up vaginal fluid made her clench her teeth unconsciously. Holding onto the headboard to steady herself, Kathryn muttered to herself, “This body... is killing me...”

She dragged herself wearily to the kitchen, heated up some millet porridge, and cut two slices of pickled vegetables. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the rim of the bowl, her eyes unfocused as she muttered, “The sheets need washing... That smell makes me dizzy...” She shook her head, trying to dispel the shameful images from her mind, but the memories of last night still flooded back, so clear that her heartbeat quickened, her cheeks flushed, and her body seemed still immersed in that suffocating pleasure.

Last night, Kathryn walked into her son’s room. The air was thick with the sweet, fishy smell of sweat, milk, and semen, so overpowering it was almost suffocating. Turning on the dim light by the bedside, she practiced the art of breastfeeding. Her breasts swelled and ached, and her fingers, gripping the base of her nipples, tightened their grip. Milk dripped from the corners of Christian’s mouth, dripping onto the bedsheets, leaving a wet mark. The feel of his nipples against his lips was unmistakable. Her body felt like a tinderbox, and her libido surged like a raging fire within her. Her mind was a blur. As she nursed, her vagina tightened involuntarily, her juices soaking through her panties and flowing down her thighs, leaving a sticky puddle on the sheets. Her feet tensed, sweat clinging to her tangled hair. Fine beads of sweat formed on her forehead. The tip of her nose caught the strong, feminine scent of the man beneath her, and the shame only heightened her arousal.

Kathryn couldn’t wait to finish nursing before she mounted Christian. His erect cock looked ferociously alluring in the dim light, its massive urethra dripping with sticky dewdrops. The glans glistened with moisture, veins throbbing, and exuded a fiery masculine aura. Her heart pounded like a drum, her mind consumed with lust for this enormous cock, a man possessed and unable to extricate himself. Slowly lowering her hips, two slender fingers gripped the ridges beneath the glans, rubbing the massive head back and forth across the opening, bringing waves of thrilling pleasure.

“Puff~~”

Her fingertips were smeared with her juices, and she couldn’t help but reach out and rub her clitoris, which was as hard as a small bean. Her body trembled violently, and her mind felt that her clitoris was like a beating heart. Every kiss between the urethra and her clitoris sent electricity running through her body. She moaned softly, feeling the moment her vagina was stretched open by the glans. The satisfying feeling of being stretched open made her scalp tingle, as if the whole world had shrunk to this hot cock.

Christian’s full, large scrotum slapped against the crack of her buttocks with a crisp “slap, snap” sound, sending her juices splattering everywhere. The sticky sensation of her lower body and the tingling sensation of the cock penetrating her vagina made Kathryn’s hands unconsciously grab her breasts and squeeze them fiercely, pulling her nipples red and causing milk to spurt out, splattering Christian’s chest like a soaked blackboard. She leaned over and licked her son’s neck with her tongue. The smooth, silky feel of sweat and milk mixed together made her head spin. The scent of Christian’s sweat, mixed with a hint of male hormones, penetrated her nostrils, stimulating her vagina to contract again. She felt like a female animal lost in the abyss of lust, her mind consumed by the scent.

Kathryn took Christian’s hand and placed it on her thigh, feeling his broad palm against her trembling thigh, the rough touch igniting little sparks on her skin. She bit her lip, her hair falling loose over her shoulders, her plump ass cheeks slapping against Christian’s crotch again and again.

“Pah~pah~pah~pah.”

Kathryn’s buttocks trembled like jelly, and she felt as if her buttocks had been given life. Every slap made her shamefully aware of her own lewdness, yet she longed for greater force. Her moans grew louder, and she stroked faster and faster, her pussy tightly wrapped around the cock, the ravines sweeping across her fleshy walls, the veins squeezing against the folds of flesh, bringing her a suffocating pleasure.

“Guzzle~Guzzle~”

The sounds of intercourse echoed through the room like a primal musical melody, stimulating her mind to a blank, leaving only the pursuit of orgasm. As the intoxicating passion reached its peak, Kathryn’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, her gaze dazed. Nothing filled her mind except the image of the cock stretching her vagina. The feeling of her flesh being squeezed full and full filled her with both humiliation and pleasure, a feeling of complete possession. Moments before her climax, Kathryn’s heels suddenly slipped from the vigorous riding. The slippery sheets threw her off balance, sending her plump downwards. “Bang!” Her plump hips slammed into Christian’s crotch, and without warning, the entire cock sank in. Christian’s glans forcefully pushed open the cervix, already slightly dilated by the impending orgasm, and penetrated deep within, the opening and closing of his cock deeply kissing the soft flesh of her womb. It was like a firework exploded in Kathryn’s head. The moment her uterus was pushed open, the intense pleasure mixed with the pain almost suffocated her. Every inch of the flesh in her vagina was stretched to the limit, as if it had been completely conquered by this giant object.

“Ah~~”

Kathryn screamed, a mixture of pain and intense pleasure, her hands clutching the bedsheets tightly, her knuckles turning white. At that moment, Christian’s glans, encased in the tender flesh of her womb, suddenly swelled, and powerful streams of thick semen erupted into her womb. The warm impact was like a series of hot currents exploding through Kathryn’s womb. Already climaxing, this sudden insemination sent her to another peak. Her mind felt as if her womb were being filled with molten lava, and her soul rippled with heat. Each spurt sent her body into spasms, her legs tensing like bowstrings. The mixture of vaginal fluid and semen inflated the plump beauty’s womb, which had never been penetrated by a cock, like a balloon. From the swollen hole, in sync with the rhythm of its owner’s vaginal contractions, streams of slightly fishy fluid gushed out, trickling down her thighs, leaving a rapidly expanding wet mark on the bedsheets.

“Wuwu~~bad Christian~~pee~oh~~I’m being fucked and peed~~”

Kathryn panted, her nose inhaling the rich, fishy scent of the air, a mixture of her own juices and her own milk, so erotic that it clouded her mind. As the intense pleasure of her orgasm receded like a tide, she regained a bit of strength and tried to lift her heavy body, only to find her womb, now filled with Christian’s thick sperm, still tightly wrapped around his hard cock. Her cervix, like greedy lips, gripped his still-large glans like a long-lost lover, locked in place, unable to pull away. Sweat clung to her hair, plastering it to her face. Breast milk dripped onto Christian’s chest, and the air was thick with the sweet, fishy smell. Her mind was filled with a complex mixture of shame and satisfaction. Christian’s cock was buried deep inside her, and every slight throb made her body tremble. She felt like she was pinned to the bed by this enormous cock, completely possessed, her mind and soul, her mind consumed by lust.

The morning sun was increasingly glaring. Kathryn walked into Christian’s room carrying millet porridge. She sniffed the lingering sweetness of the air and slowly sipped two mouthfuls. The sourness of the pickles melted on her tongue, but it couldn’t overcome the heaviness in her heart. She rubbed her swollen temples, her eyes unconsciously flickering to the dried stain on the sheets. Frowning, she whispered, “This smell... makes me dizzy. I can’t put it off any longer.”

She stood up, dragging her sore legs, and dug out a clean sheet. She brought a basin of warm water and returned to Christian’s bedside, carefully lifting the old sheets. The scent of sweat, milk, and semen assaulted her nostrils, making her cheeks heat up. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to shut out the madness of last night. She quickly balled up the dirty sheets and stuffed them into the bag. Then, she wrung out the towel and leaned over to wipe Christian’s body. The towel slid across his muscular chest and broad shoulders, every inch of his skin warm with warmth. Her fingers trembled slightly, and her mind couldn’t help but recall the touch of that fiery, massive penis last night, stretching every inch of her body and bringing her breathless pleasure.

“Christian... when will you wake up?” she murmured, her tone a mixture of fatigue, anticipation, and a hint of mixed emotions. After wiping himself, she helped Christian put on clean sheets. Her eyes strayed across the headboard, and her brow furrowed slightly, as if she suddenly remembered something. “Something... I still need to find something...” she muttered to herself, her voice almost inaudible. She turned and walked out of the dormitory, heading towards the storage room.

The dormitory returned to silence. Christian slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath, his heart still beating hard. The accidental opening of his uterus and his mother’s passionate screams when she was opened last night were still echoing in his mind. That heart-wrenching cry, “I peed because of you” was like a brand engraved in his heart, making him excited and uneasy. He knew that the plan of pretending to be unconscious could no longer go on. He had to show his cards today and make everything clear, and wake up when Kathryn reached the peak of pleasure on him again. Christian turned over and got out of bed, stretched his stiff shoulders, picked up the phone and called Louise. After the call was connected, he took a deep breath, his voice low but with a hint of determination: “Louise, I’ve decided, I’m going to show my mom today.”

Louise on the other end of the line was visibly stunned, her tone filled with surprise. “What? Christian, you’re going to come clean today? So suddenly? Why does it have to be today? Have you figured out how to tell her? This is no small matter!”

Christian smiled bitterly and rubbed his brow. “I think I have some ideas, but to be honest, I’m not sure if this will work. Last night...she was so abnormal. I feel like if we delay this any longer, she’ll be even more miserable. That’s why I called you to get your opinion.”

Louise’s voice became serious. “Okay, then tell me what’s been going on. Tell me about your interactions with her these past few days, and what you plan to say when you have a showdown. I’ll give you some advice.”

Christian paused, recalling every detail of the past few days, and whispered, “Things these past few days... are quite complicated. Every time she feeds me, her mood is not right, as if she is holding back something, and sometimes she secretly wipes away tears. Her milk supply is frighteningly large, and I can feel her body shaking while she feeds. And every time... every time she does it with me, it’s like she has no control over herself at all.”

Louise chuckled on the other end of the line, her tone teasing. “Hey, Christian. Really doing this every day? Isn’t that a huge advantage for you, kid? Tell me, how on earth can she lose control?”

Christian thought for a moment, his voice thickening. “Last night...last night she was the most abnormal. It was like she was completely crazy. Her movements were particularly violent, even more violent than in the past few days. She...last night, that move almost scared me. It was like she was completely broken.”

“That time? What did you mean by that time? Hurry up and explain it clearly,” Louise’s tone became more anxious. Christian slapped his forehead. What was his relationship with Louise? He was still hesitating about the pronouns. “It’s just... opening the palace.”

This made Louise even more confused. “Dilation? What’s wrong with dilation? Don’t you often dilate my uterus when you make love to me?” She didn’t realize there was anything wrong with the dilation Christian was talking about. After all, every time she had sex with Christian, her lover would use his big cock to have deep uterine intercourse with her.

Christian said anxiously, “I didn’t open my mother’s palace. Louise, you are confused. I have been lying in bed pretending to be unconscious these days. How could I open my mother’s palace? It was she who sat down and opened her palace herself.”

Louise gasped, her tone filled with shock. “Oh my God, Christian, your mother is... this is too much. A woman can open her own uterus?”

“Yeah, otherwise why would I be surprised? You know, for you, Martha, Holly, Jocelyn, and Gretchen, I was the one who took the initiative and tossed it around for a long time, waiting for you to orgasm once or several times before I could open my uterus to you. And my mom even yelled something yesterday, like ‘fuck, I peed!’ It was so... so lewd. I was stunned when I heard it, it felt like she was being controlled by something.”

“Ah~~ You made your mother pee? What on earth did you do to her?” Louise’s voice trembled. “Well! This is not just a loss of control. Do you feel that there is anything wrong with her physically or mentally? For example, have you given her lactation drugs recently, or is her mood swings particularly severe?”

Christian shook his head: “No, her milk has been so engorged lately, how could I bear to let her take that medicine again? Besides, I don’t have it with me.”

She recalled some details: “She was definitely acting a little strange, often in a daze, and sometimes she’d mutter something about ‘baby’, but I couldn’t quite catch it. Physically... her milk supply was even greater than at the beginning, and she was shaking violently while feeding, as if she was holding something back. I suspected she might be hiding something from me, but I didn’t dare ask directly.”

When Louise heard the word “child,” her heart trembled. “It’s over! Why does Kathryn keep talking about the child? Christian still doesn’t know about Kathryn’s miscarriage. What should I do? But from what Christian said, he probably hasn’t realized there’s anything wrong with Kathryn talking about the child. But since they’re going to have a showdown, there’s no guarantee that the child will be revealed. I’d better give Christian a heads-up.” Thinking of this, Louise’s voice quickly lowered, with a hint of worry. “Christian, this doesn’t sound simple. Your mother may have something serious behind your back, but you and I know your mother’s character and personality best. Even if there is something wrong, there must be a reason. When you come clean, don’t push her too hard. Show your attitude first and let her know that you care about her. As for what she’s hiding, slowly find opportunities to ask her clearly. If she really doesn’t want to talk, you can’t force her to ask, understand!”

“I understand.” Christian gritted his teeth, his voice firm. “I don’t want her to carry this alone anymore. After today’s showdown, no matter how she reacts, I will stay with her.”

“I’m glad you meant it.” Louise sighed, her tone suddenly changing to a hint of resentment. “Christian, you’ve been so close to your mom these days, have you forgotten about me? Humph, I’m busy as hell here, and you’re just hanging out with your mom every day. Tell me, do you think she’s more exciting than me?”

Christian was stunned by her words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: “Louise, don’t talk nonsense! I’m just... I can’t help it. Besides, how can you be the same as her? You are my wife, she is my mother! There is no point in comparing them!”

“Oh my, you said I’m your wife, so I’m a generation lower than your mother. Humph~ You keep saying you love me and care about me, but how many daughters-in-law do you really want to find for your mother? Just tell me!”

Hearing Louise’s half-angry, half-coquettish teasing, Christian’s heart tightened, as if she had caught him by the pigtail. He could only smile bitterly and quickly bow his head to apologize, with a hint of pleading in his tone: “Louise, I’m wrong, isn’t it okay? I didn’t, hey~~”

Louise laughed even more happily. “Alright, since you’ve admitted your mistake so honestly, I won’t bother with you. But you have to remember, even if you’re not busy, come back and comfort me as soon as you’re done. Otherwise, I’ll really find some handsome guy to piss you off, and see how anxious you are!”

Christian shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to say something else, a voice prompt suddenly came from the phone: [--The other party is currently on the line, please don’t hang up--]

Louise was talking to Christian when a courier called. She was puzzled, thinking she hadn’t bought anything recently. Then, the courier’s voice came over the phone: “Hello, is this Ms. Louise? I have a document that needs your signature. The sender is XXX Genetic Testing Company.”

“How could I forget about this? The test results of the baby in Kathryn’s belly are out.” Louise slapped her forehead, was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said to Christian: “Hey, the express is here! I have something to do, let’s talk later!” After that, she casually clicked the hang-up button on the screen, threw the phone on the bed, and hurried to the door.

But what she didn’t notice was that in her excitement, her finger didn’t hit the hang-up button, and the call was still connected.

Chapter 229

Listening to Louise’s hurried footsteps on the phone, Christian muttered, “Why is Louise acting more and more like a little girl? It’s just a package, why is she so excited?” Just as he was about to hang up, he suddenly heard a scream from outside the room. His heart tightened, and he quickly ran to the door. He pushed it open slightly and saw Kathryn standing at the door of the storage room. The bag she was holding had fallen to the ground, and rice grains were scattered all over the floor. She squatted down and hurriedly picked up the bag, cursing under her breath. Christian breathed a sigh of relief. After confirming that everything was fine, he retreated to the room and prepared to pick up the phone to continue talking to Louise.

At this moment, the sound of Louise’s footsteps slowly walking into the room and her whisper came from the phone, her voice deep and with a hint of emotion:

“This paternity test report is taking too long to come!”

“My guess was correct. The baby in her belly is indeed Christian’s.”

Christian’s hand stiffened suddenly and the phone almost slipped out of his hand.

“Paternity test??? Child? What child? The one in Holly’s belly?”

His mind went blank, as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

“When did Louise do a paternity test for the child Holly and I have? Is she suspicious?”

“No, no, remember that day when I lost my temper in front of the four of them, their expressions and demeanor should have confirmed that the baby in Holly’s belly was mine. But Louise did another paternity test? Why is that?”

A host of questions flooded Christian’s mind. He held his breath and continued to listen, his body stiff as a rock.

“Alas...I can’t get pregnant when I want to, but I get pregnant right away when I don’t want to.”

Louise’s voice was filled with helplessness. “I think the reason she’s producing so much milk, besides the medication, is also related to her pregnancy... But the baby is only that old, is she producing milk at this age? I wasn’t producing milk this early when I was pregnant with Martha.”

Christian’s head buzzed, as if a firework had exploded.

“Pregnancy? Milk? Whose milk?”

His heartbeat was like a drum, and a figure had already emerged in his mind. His fingers were tightly gripping the phone, his knuckles turning white, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He couldn’t believe his ears, and his mind was in chaos, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

“That’s right. Christian never had milk since he was little. Now that he’s old enough to still have milk, it’s a blessing for him.”

Louise continued to mutter to herself, a hint of teasing in her tone, “It’s just that she’s getting older and had a miscarriage. I don’t know if she’ll ever get pregnant again. Sigh... why is it so hard for the Edwin family to have a child...”

Christian’s breathing became rapid, as if his chest was blocked by something, making it difficult to breathe. Louise’s words were like sharp knives, stabbing into his chest.

“Mom~ She... is pregnant? Is the child his? Did she have a miscarriage?”

Countless images flashed through his mind, spinning rapidly like a revolving lantern. He recalled how a month ago, Kathryn, who used to embrace him intimately, suddenly became silent and resistant to his approach. Sometimes, she would sit alone by the window, staring blankly, her eyes empty. A few days ago, while he was feigning unconsciousness, he secretly got up in the middle of the night to get some water and saw her standing in the kitchen, her back to him, whispering, “Child...child...” At the time, he’d thought she was worried about his coma and didn’t think much of it. But now, thinking back, that whisper clearly held a deeper secret.

He recalled Kathryn’s unusually swollen breasts over the past few days, the complex expressions he’d peeked at each time he sucked, and the heartbreaking scream she’d uttered last night during her uterine opening, a wail like a tearing of body and soul. He’d always assumed she was suppressing her desire to arouse him, but it turned out she was carrying a far greater pain-the pain of miscarriage, the grief of losing a child. How much had she endured alone? He’d never realized.

“But I took good care of Kathryn during that month of confinement, and she recovered well. It shouldn’t be a problem for her to get pregnant again.” Louise paused, followed by a sigh.

With a “click”, the phone was disconnected.

Christian stood there in a daze.

If the previous events were merely speculation, perhaps just absurd conjectures, then the word “Kathryn” was like a bolt of cold lightning, crackling against his eardrums and cleaving through all the layers of doubt and denial. He froze, his mind blank for a moment. It was as if he had fallen from a height, into a deep, silent well.

That was her name. Her mother’s name.

He never thought that the moment when he would truly connect this name with “that thing” would be like this.

His breathing was sluggish, and his heart seemed to have skipped a few beats. He raised his head, but his vision was blurry, and his throat felt as if it had been ripped open, but he couldn’t utter a single word.

“How could she...”

Christian tried to call back, but the call was unanswered. He sat down dejectedly, the sweat on his forehead sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the floor.

“Mom... she’s pregnant with my child...” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. “Doesn’t she have a gigolo? How is that possible...” He shook his head violently, trying to deny this absurd truth. But Louise’s words and Kathryn’s strange behavior-the swollen breasts, the tears, the mumbling about the ‘child’, the month-long business trip she’d taken with Louise, the white face mask she’d worn during every phone call, and the night he’d ejaculated into her through her underwear while they shared a bed-these images pieced together like a jigsaw puzzle, revealing the cruel truth. He recalled the pained expression on his mother’s face after each feeding, even her heartbreaking cry last night, “I pissed myself!” It wasn’t just the release of lust, it was the collapse of her long-suppressed desire.

Self-blame washed over him like a tide. He thought about how he had pretended to be unconscious, induced her to have sex with him time and time again, and even planned to confront his mother and force her to accept their relationship. The guilt in his heart almost crushed him.

“She had a miscarriage...it was so painful...but I only cared about my own pleasure...” He clenched his teeth, his eyes red, and hit his thigh hard, with such force that his skin turned purple.

He recalled Kathryn’s gentle touch every time she wiped his body, her trembling fingers, the whispered words, “Christian, when will you wake up?” She didn’t do it for herself, but for him, even risking her own body to wake him. And he? He was a jerk, hurting her by feigning unconsciousness and tarnishing her efforts.

Complex emotions surged in Christian’s chest. He felt sorry for the pain Kathryn endured alone and was moved by the sacrifice she made for him, but he was also angry that she had hidden it from him and made him escape the truth like a coward.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I have to protect her!” He roared in a low voice, his voice choked with sobs, and tears finally couldn’t help but slide down.

After crying for a long time, Christian took a deep breath and wiped the moisture from his eyes. He knew that the showdown plan had to be canceled. He owed her an apology, a sincere admission of wrongdoing. He would kneel down and beg for her forgiveness. He would tell her that no matter what she had been through, he would stand by her, protect her, and make amends for his mistakes.

He slowly walked to the dormitory door, facing the closed door, and slowly knelt down. With his forehead drooping and looking at the ground, he repeatedly whispered: “Mom, I’m sorry... I was wrong... I will never let you bear it alone again...”

Outside the door, footsteps were gradually approaching. Kathryn dragged her tired body and pushed the door open, still clutching a bag of packed millet in her hand, with a trace of fatigue and confusion on her face.

When she looked up, she saw Christian kneeling in the middle of the room, head bowed, mumbling, “Mom, I’m sorry... I was wrong...” She froze, her grip loosening as the bag clattered to the floor, spilling rice all over the place. Kathryn stared at him in shock, her voice trembling with joy and confusion. “...Christian?! You’re awake!!! When did you wake up? Why are you kneeling?”

Hearing his mother’s voice, Christian’s body stiffened, and he slowly raised his head, his eyes full of guilt. His lips moved, and he was about to blurt out something. But at this moment, the phone in his hand vibrated violently, and Louise’s name popped up on the screen. His heart tightened, as if he was poured with cold water, and he calmed down instantly. He couldn’t say it, at least...his and Louise’s plan for Kathryn was a secret that could never be revealed. If he told everything now, it would not only destroy Louise, but also make his mother completely collapse. She had suffered too much because of the miscarriage, how could he let her suffer the blow of betrayal again?

Christian took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart. His voice was hoarse as he lied, “Mom, I... felt really good down there last night, and I woke up this morning. I don’t know what happened, but maybe... maybe it’s because you’ve been taking care of me that I’m feeling better.” He lowered his head, his eyes evasive, not daring to look her in the face, afraid she’d see through him. But his heart ached like a needle. He knew how poorly his lie was made, but he could only try to calm her down.

Kathryn froze, her cheeks flushed instantly. The scene from last night flooded back into her mind. She bit her lower lip, her breath quickening with shame and mixed emotions, but she quickly shook her head and took a step forward to help him.

“Christian, hurry up and get up! The ground is cold, and you just woke up, so you’re still weak. It’s good that you’re awake...it’s good that you’re awake!!!”

Her voice choked with sobs, her fingers trembling slightly. She reached for him but paused mid-air, afraid to touch him, afraid he might collapse. Her heart pounded like a drum, joyful that her son had regained consciousness yet filled with shame for last night’s folly. She wanted to pull him up immediately, but the thought of her own actions drew her hand back, like a child who had misbehaved. Her fingers trembled in the air, finally resting lightly on his shoulder. The moment they touched, she flinched as if burned, her eyes fluttering with panic.

Christian didn’t move. He knelt lower, hands on the ground, nails practically digging into the floor. His eyes were red, tears welling up in them, and his voice trembled. “Mom... I’m sorry. I... I ruined you.” His heart felt like it was being torn apart. Every day he pretended to be unconscious, he exploited his mother’s efforts, enjoyed her sacrifice, never considering that she had to endure the pain of miscarriage alone. Her pregnancy, her swollen breasts, her tears, all because of him. He felt like a complete jerk.

Kathryn froze, as if struck by lightning. His words pierced the veil in her heart, and shame, shock, and pain surged up at once, tears streaming down her face instantly. She squatted down suddenly, holding his face in her hands, her fingertips trembling even more intensely with coldness: “Christian, don’t talk nonsense! It’s me... I’m sorry! It was me who asked you to suck my breast milk, and I asked you... to do that to me. My milk was swollen and I couldn’t handle it, and I was afraid you’d pass out and get hurt, so I...” She bit her lip, shame making it almost impossible for her to continue, her voice so low that it was almost inaudible, “I didn’t mean for you to have any other thoughts! I’m a bad mother!” Her heart was broken, she hadn’t expected her son to blame himself like this. She thought everything she did was for him, but now it seemed that she had buried a deep thorn in his heart. Kathryn’s fingers gently stroked his cheek, trying to wipe away his tears, but she didn’t dare to use force, for fear of hurting him. Her eyes were filled with pain and self-blame.

Christian shook his head violently, tears falling to the ground, his voice filled with sobs: “No, Mom, it’s my fault! I...” He paused, and the memory of Louise muttering to herself on the phone just now flashed through his mind - “The paternity test report is out...” He took a deep breath and whispered: “Mom, I just overheard Louise mumbling to herself on the phone, saying that... you... are pregnant.” He raised his head and stared at her straight, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms, oozing traces of blood.

Kathryn’s face turned pale instantly, and she stood there in a daze, not noticing that there was anything wrong with her son calling his best friend Louise. The hand that had just been supporting her son was shaking like a dead leaf in the wind, as if all her strength had been drained away. She still pretended to be calm: “...Christian, you...what are you talking about?” Although she forced her voice to sound calm, her heart was filled with panic at the moment. Kathryn thought that no one knew about this except Louise, but now her son knew about it. She wanted to deny it, but looking at his painful but certain eyes, she knew she could not hide it anymore. The tears flowed more violently, like a flood bursting through a dam. Her body swayed slightly, as if she could not stand steadily. She held her son’s broad shoulders tightly with both hands, and her nails unconsciously dug into his flesh.

Christian gritted his teeth, ignoring Kathryn’s feeble rebukes, his voice low and painful: “Mom, why didn’t you tell me? I have the right to know! Is that child... mine?”

His voice trembled, but it was filled with an inexplicable expectation. Although he had already sorted out the truth from various clues, Christian still hoped to hear a different answer from Kathryn.

Christian even had a fleeting thought of wishing his mother would tell him that the child was the child of that gigolo he’d never met. His heart felt torn apart, and he couldn’t accept this truth. He loved his mother, but he never imagined he’d have a child with her, let alone that child. He felt like a sinner, that he had harmed his mother and their unborn child. He leaned forward, clasping her arm tightly, his knuckles white, his eyes filled with pain and self-blame, as if he was trying hard to hold back a breakdown.

Kathryn’s heart sank, and her complex thoughts surged even more fiercely. “Damn Louise! Didn’t we agree to keep this a secret? How could Christian have overheard this? And what about the paternity test report? Where did that even come from?!” She tried to argue, but her eyes met her son’s ferocious, bloodshot, tear-filled eyes. At that moment, she read a cascade of emotions in her son’s eyes, more complex than she had ever seen in her life:

Sadness, regret, hatred, confusion, anger, but what Kathryn really sees is the desire for the truth hidden deep in his eyes.

She had thought that this secret could be buried deep in her heart forever, and no one would know except Louise. But Christian was a thoughtful person after all, and he pieced together clues from her unusual behavior these days and her previous abnormal behavior at home. What’s more, he also heard the truth that Louise accidentally revealed, the soliloquy about the paternity test report, which was like a thunderbolt, splitting all her disguises. Why did she hide it and quibble so hard? During these days trapped in school, she and Christian had done everything they should and shouldn’t do. They were no longer just mother and son. Compared with those crazy nights, how much more embarrassing could the truth of the pregnancy be? Thinking of this, she took a deep breath, forced herself to look Christian in the eye, and bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled. Her voice trembled, yet it held a hint of determination. “Christian, I’m... I’m sorry. I’m afraid... I’m afraid that if you knew, you’d hate me and break down. I’d rather bear it myself than have you shoulder this burden.” She paused, a flicker of pain in her eyes. “I had the abortion; it has nothing to do with you. I kept it a secret from you because I wanted to make life easier for you.” Her voice trailed off, as if she were crushed by her own words. She felt like a failure as a mother. She had wanted to protect her son, but instead, she had placed an even heavier psychological burden on him. Her body trembled, and she clutched her son’s hands tightly, as if afraid he would leave her. Tears welled in her eyes.

Looking at Kathryn’s dark eyes, which shone with a hint of determination, Christian took his mother’s hand and asked the question he had always wanted to hear from her:

“Is that...that child...mine?”

A long silence, like a cloth dampened by time, slowly enveloped the room. The air seemed to stop flowing, leaving only the intermittent sobs that spread silently, as fine as raindrops falling on glass.

Kathryn lowered her head, took Christian’s hand, and gently covered the soft spot that had once nurtured life with her fingertips.

Her movements were extremely gentle, as if she feared shattering a dream, or disturbing the departed soul. She responded softly, her voice so soft it seemed almost nonexistent. That “hmm” wasn’t a response, but rather a note of regret, surrendered to a fate buried deep within her heart.

At this moment, she did not regret having been pregnant with that child - the flesh and blood of her own son.

She just regretted that cold and decisive choice, which was to send that life that had not yet opened its eyes to see the world away from this world with her own hands.

Hearing his mother’s confession, Christian’s psychological defenses completely collapsed. He suddenly knelt down and shouted:

“Mom, I should beg for your forgiveness! I’m sorry for you and for that child!” He slammed his head against the ground again and again, tears mixed with dust, and traces of blood seeping from his forehead. “I remember when Holly moved in at home, and the night you pulled me to sleep. I thought I was in a dream, making love with Martha and Holly in my dreams, but the more I dreamed, the more I felt something was wrong. Everything was too real, but I couldn’t stop. I’m greedy, I’m a beast, I’m despicable, I don’t deserve to live!” His voice was hoarse, as if squeezed out of his throat, and every word was stained with blood.

Kathryn’s heart felt like it was pierced by a sharp knife. She grabbed Christian’s arms tightly with both hands, trying to pull him up from the ground. Her palms were cold, and her fingertips slid across Christian’s skin, leaving shallow scratches, as if the panic in her heart turned into unconscious strength. “Christian, get up! Don’t do this!” Her voice was almost broken, with tears in her eyes. She squatted down, held his face with both hands, and gently wiped the blood on his forehead with her thumb. Her movements were gentle but with a hint of panic. Her eyes were intertwined with heartache and anger, and her lips were slightly pursed, as if she was suppressing some complex emotions. “You are my son, I don’t allow you to say such things!” She clenched her teeth, her voice full of rebuke, “Do you know what I would do if you were gone? How would I live?”

His mother’s roar was like a sledgehammer, hammering his head and setting his head buzzing. He slowly raised his head, his vision blurred by tears. His mother’s face, shrouded in tears, looked both familiar and strange. Something seemed to clog his throat, and he choked out a few words: “Mom, I’ve hurt you... I’ve hurt our child...” His voice was as low as a sigh on the wind, his hands hanging limply at his sides, his fingertips scraping the floor, staining it with tiny grains of rice. His heart felt like it was burning in flames, and the memory of the intercourse in his dream that night came back like a tiger. He had thought it was just a lingering dream, but he was lost between reality and illusion, craving his mother’s warmth. Only now did he realize that everything he had done was a sin he had committed with his own hands.

His chest heaved violently, as if it was being tightened by an invisible rope, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Looking at the dazed Christian, Kathryn’s heart trembled, and the anger that was already there was replaced by heartache.

She took a deep breath and gently stroked his cheek with her fingertips, as if soothing a wounded beast. Tears flowed from the corners of her mouth, with a hint of bitterness, but her voice was much softer: “Christian, I was also wrong about what happened that night.”

She paused, a shy blush spreading across her cheeks, but her eyes were fixed on his face. “I pulled you down to sleep, I didn’t push you away. I was... I was confused, too. I felt like you were a child, but more than just a child.”

Her voice lowered, as if she was ashamed to speak, but she forced herself to continue, “I blamed you, blamed you for putting your bad thing and semen in, blamed you for letting me get distracted. But I blame myself even more. I’m your mother, I should have controlled myself, but I didn’t.” Her fingers gently slid behind his ear, her movements as gentle as a spring breeze, her eyes filled with beads, reflecting the faint light coming in from the window, like broken stars.

Christian’s breath hitched. His mother’s confession was like an electric shock, sending a sudden jolt through his heart. He hadn’t expected her to confess like this, let alone accept responsibility. His tears welled up even more violently, and he clutched her wrist with both hands, his palms burning, as if he were trying to draw a glimmer of redemption from her warmth.

“Mom, don’t say that! I’m a beast, I’m…” His voice was choked by sobs. He leaned forward, his forehead resting on her shoulder, his tears soaking her skirt. His heart felt torn, he hated his own greed, yet was moved by his mother’s tolerance. The complex emotions almost suffocated him. His fingers tightened slightly on her wrist, as if afraid that if he let go, she would disappear from his sight.

Kathryn patted his back gently, as if comforting a lost child. Tears dripped onto the ends of his hair, and her voice was calm. “Christian, these past few days, trapped in this school, we’ve... done a lot of things we shouldn’t have done.” She paused, the blush on her cheeks deepening, but her eyes showed a hint of relief. “But I have to be honest with you. During those times, I wasn’t just trying to save you. When you were sucking... my milk, when I... was on you, I felt more than just motherly love. I also felt... something else.” Her voice was lowered to a whisper, with a hint of shame, yet incredibly sincere. “When you hugged me in the city, I felt that way too. It wasn’t just the love a mother feels for her son, but... a more complex warmth. I blamed you, but these days, I’ve figured it out. We can’t go back. I don’t hate you, Christian. I can’t bear to hate you.”

Christian was stunned. His mother’s words were like a ray of light, piercing the darkness deep within him. His hands slowly slid to her shoulders, his fingertips lightly touching the fabric of her clothing, as if to confirm that she was truly there. A sob choked his throat. “Mom, you... you really don’t hate me?” His eyes were filled with shock and vulnerability, his lips trembling slightly, as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff, awaiting a final glimmer of hope. His chest heaved, and tears dripped down his chin, landing on the back of her hand, warm and heavy.

Kathryn shook her head, a gentle smile forming on her lips. She raised her hand and gently stroked her son’s cheek, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with her thumb. Her movements were as gentle as if she were protecting a fragile treasure. “Hate you? How could I bear to do that?” Her voice was as soft as spring water, tired but firm. “Christian, you are my child, the most important person in my life. Our child is my child. He’s gone, and I’m heartbroken, but I’m even more afraid of losing you. Losing one hurts so much, how am I supposed to live if I lose two!!!” She paused, a look of determination flashing in her eyes, and her voice rose slightly. “Listen carefully, if you dare to say you don’t want to live again, I... I will go with you! You are the reason I want to live, you... you can’t abandon me!” Kathryn’s hands suddenly hugged his head, pressing him tightly against her chest. Women are weak by nature, but they become strong as mothers. Kathryn’s maternal brilliance that had been hidden for decades was once again aroused at this moment. The Christian in her arms seemed no longer the mature man who had already established a family, but just a baby in swaddling clothes. Her body trembled slightly, as if she had used up all her strength, and she just wanted to protect him in her arms and never let him get hurt again.

Christian just snuggled in her soft embrace. His mother’s embrace was like a warm current, slowly flowing into his cold heart. He slowly hugged her back, clutching her collar with both hands, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

At this moment, the mother and son hugged each other for a long time without saying a word. The vibrating cell phone that fell to the ground woke up Christian who was immersed in the gentle embrace.

Seeing the name “Louise” on the screen, Christian suddenly realized that Louise was in a precarious situation. While he didn’t blame her for keeping her mother’s pregnancy a secret, she certainly didn’t want her to share it. Furthermore, she had secretly done a paternity test without her mother’s knowledge. If this caused a rift and conflict between her mother and Louise, his relationship with Louise, and that of their two families, would be in tatters.

Christian looked up at the pretty face radiating maternal radiance, and slowly raised his head. “Mom, don’t blame Louise for what happened today. I just found out about it from Louise mumbling to herself on the phone I forgot to hang up. She... didn’t mean to tell me. She probably doesn’t know... doesn’t know whose child it is, so... if it weren’t for this phone call, even if Louise knew it was yours and mine, she definitely wouldn’t tell anyone.”

Kathryn was stunned for a moment, and the storm in her mind was transmitted to the corners of her mouth and eyes that twitched slightly... After a long time... the wind calmed down, and a relieved smile appeared on the corners of her mouth. She pulled her son into her arms again, patted his back gently, and whispered: “Silly boy, how could I hate her? Louise is my best friend, she has helped me so much. Just now when I heard you say that Louise talked to you on the phone and told you that I was pregnant, I did hate her in my heart. Now that we have talked about it, Mom also knows that she didn’t tell you this on her own initiative. Mom doesn’t hate you, so naturally she won’t hate her either. And... to be honest, Louise’s family is also quite pitiful. First, Martha ran away from the marriage because she met a monster like you... and then Martha dragged Holly home to help her deal with you. This... “It’s a shame. Holly got pregnant first, and even I... got pregnant with you, little brat, right off the bat. But Martha hasn’t moved at all.” Her voice was gentle, tinged with sadness, as if she were remembering something. “Besides, Louise is incredibly smart. She could easily come to a conclusion with just a little analysis of the things she and I did in yoga class, secretly pumping breast milk without anyone knowing, and the things she said when I tried to take the abortion pill when Louise stopped me that day. She... just wanted to confirm it. After all, if Holly and I could both get pregnant, then that meant Martha...”

Listening to Kathryn’s analysis of Louise, Christian couldn’t help but sigh, “My Louise is truly a treasure. That voluptuous, beautiful woman’s body is a treasure, and so is her brilliant mind. I only told Louise about the night I ejaculated through her underwear, and Louise was able to connect Kathryn’s pregnancy to me based on these scattered clues. I couldn’t ask for more than a valuable advisor!”

At that moment, Kathryn’s body stiffened, as if struck by a sudden thought. Her hands slowly released Christian’s, her eyes shifting from tenderness to panic, her pupils constricting slightly, as if she had witnessed something horrifying. She took a half step back, her hands unconsciously twisting together, her fingers rubbing against the edge of her clothes, making a soft rustling sound. Her lips parted, her breaths rapid. “Louise... she knows about the child... this... this shameful thing she found out about!!! If it were just Holly, it wouldn’t be a big deal; she and Martha are the same age. But now there’s me too. What will Louise think? Will she... think I’m a... slut who seduced her son? Will she... ask you to... divorce Martha?!” As Kathryn spoke, her emotions grew intense, and she didn’t even realize it. Her concern and sadness at the moment weren’t about the taboo between her and her son, but about how others knew about it. Even without realizing it, she took the initiative to include herself in the group of Christian women.

Hearing that his mother’s emotions were gradually getting out of control because she was afraid that Louise would find out, Christian was also confused at the moment, but in this situation, he had to do something. Otherwise, he would have to turn around and comfort his mother who was out of control after being comforted by his mother. How could this be?

He raised his head and saw the deep fear in Kathryn’s eyes, like a lonely boat abandoned by the whole world.

His heart felt like it was pricked by a needle. He quickly reached out and gently held her wrist. His palm was warm but with a hint of anxiety: “Mom, don’t think too much! Louise won’t think that!” His voice was low and firm, trying to calm her emotions, but Kathryn shook her head violently, and tears fell on the floor like broken pearls.

“Christian, you don’t understand!” Kathryn’s voice was almost choked with sobs. She covered her face with her hands, tears trembling between her fingers. “Louise is Martha’s mother. She loves Martha the most! If she knew about you and me... and the child, she would definitely think I’m shameless and that I’ve ruined you! She would make Martha divorce you! She would hate me, hate me as a mother!”

His mother’s pain was like a blunt knife, slowly cutting open his chest. He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with pity, his voice firm. “Mom, listen to me. Louise won’t hate you, and she won’t let Martha divorce me.” He paused, his eyes wandering across her face, trying to capture every emotion. “She’s your friend. She understands you and who you are. She won’t misunderstand you because of this.”

Kathryn continued to shake her head, tears flowing from between her fingers: “Christian, you don’t understand... I’m pregnant with your child, this is no small matter! Louise will think I’m crazy, that I’ve defiled you! She will think I’m... a shameless woman!” Her voice became lower and lower, as if swallowed by her own fear. Her hands suddenly grabbed Christian’s collar, as if trying to find a little support from him.

Christian couldn’t stand his mother torturing him like this. He took a deep breath, thought for a moment, then put his arms around her shoulders, his gaze fixed on hers. His voice was low but powerful, as if what he was about to say wasn’t a word, but an order: “Mom, take your hands off me. Look at me. I have something to tell you.”

He paused, his throat seemed to be blocked by something. He hesitated for a moment and finally made up his mind, “Have you noticed that I just talked to you about so many things, but when I talked about Martha’s mother, how did I call her?”

When Kathryn heard Christian say that he had something to tell her, that voice full of power and control made her feel that this matter was very important, and she immediately calmed down.

Chapter 230

His eyes were calm. “Do you remember when Martha ran away from her marriage?”

Kathryn was a little confused, not knowing why Christian brought this up. “How could I not know? The wedding was handled by Louise pretending to be your bride. What’s that called... marrying off a daughter?... Hey...it was from that time that our family started to fall apart. What’s wrong with running away from the marriage?!”

Hearing his mother’s words “marrying on behalf of a daughter”, Christian almost laughed out loud in his heart. After calming down, he spoke again: “At that time, Louise and I were sent to the island for our honeymoon by my colleagues. After we arrived at the hotel, I wanted to go out and find a hotel to stay in, but the people on the island said that all the rooms were booked and the return tickets were sold out. The only room left was the one that the company reserved for me for my honeymoon... “ After he finished speaking, Christian glanced at Kathryn with a guilty conscience and stopped talking.

“A room? ...Louise???”

When Christian said this, even if Kathryn was slow-witted, she could already understand what her son was going to say.

Now it was Kathryn’s turn to be stunned. Her eyes, which had been tearful just moments ago, were now devoid of the sadness they had felt. Only shock remained. She couldn’t believe her ears. She slowly loosened her grip on his shirt, her fingertips lingering in the air, as if frozen by his words. Her lips parted slightly, her breaths coming in short gasps, her voice trembling, “You...you and Louise?”

She paused, her eyes moving across his face with a complicated expression, as if trying to find the answer from Christian’s expression.

A complex mix of emotions surged within her-shock, shame, astonishment, confusion, and a sense of relief that Kathryn herself didn’t even feel. She murmured softly, “How could it be...you...”

Tears welled up again, but it was no longer just despair, but mixed with a hint of confusing... relief. She couldn’t explain what this damn feeling of relief was.

Christian gritted his teeth and held her shoulders with both hands, his palms warm and firm. “Mom, I’m not telling you this to make you feel bad. I want you to understand that Louise won’t judge you. She has her own secrets, too. She knows that people make mistakes and that feelings aren’t black and white.”

His voice was soft but powerful, his eyes full of sincerity. “She’s your friend. She’s helped you so much. She won’t blame you for the child. She just wants the best for you, and for me, too.” He paused, a bitter smile forced through his lips. “If she really wants to blame someone, she should blame me first. I’m the one who messed everything up.”

Seeing Kathryn’s complex expression, which no longer contained the despair she’d felt when she was worried about Louise finding out, Christian took the initiative to hug his mother and continued, “That night... I felt terrible. All I could think about was Martha. I felt like I was suffocating. I sat on the balcony, feeling the ocean breeze, and cried for a long time, feeling dizzy. Later, Louise came out of the shower, wearing a white nightgown, her hair wet, and standing in the living room light... I don’t know what came over me. At that moment, I really thought she was Martha.”

“I called her name, Martha’s name. I walked over and hugged her like a madman, saying I was sorry, saying I missed her, asking her to forgive me. I... I didn’t even look at her face closely. And then I...”

“Stop-stop-, don’t say anymore-”

Christian was just thinking about how to tell Kathryn the details of his and Louise’s relationship when Kathryn called a halt. She jumped up, her voice piercing the air like a needle. She swayed and nearly fell onto the bed, her face as pale as faded cloth. Then she rushed forward and grabbed Christian’s sleeve, her hands shaking like a sieve, her voice breaking. “You...you and Louise already? Are you crazy? She’s Martha’s mother!”

She paused, her eyes suddenly tightened, as if struck by some thought. “Louise is Martha’s mother, but what about me? Am I not also Christian’s mother?”

Kathryn’s shoulders trembled, and tears flowed like unstoppable rain, leaving her lips salty. She loosened Christian’s sleeves and covered her mouth with her hands, letting out a soft sob through her fingers like a bird trapped in a cage. “Christian, how could you do this to Louise? I’m afraid... I’m really afraid now that she’ll tell Martha. I’m afraid that Martha won’t want you, will leave you! Everyone will laugh at us, laugh at me as a mother, and laugh at you as a son! This family will be over!”

Her voice grew weaker and weaker, and her hands pressed unconsciously against her chest, as if to crush the fear.

Christian quickly pulled his mother into his arms again, his large hands gently stroking Kathryn’s head.

Following Christian’s guidance, Kathryn gradually approached the truth she had once dared not imagine. Christian’s intimation that he and Louise had engaged in something more than a mother-in-law and son-in-law relationship on Losar Island had stirred a turmoil within her, and in a fleeting moment, she was consumed by a multitude of thoughts. She had naively believed that her son, Christian, had foolishly mistaken Louise for Martha and forced her into an inappropriate act, and that Louise had concealed the incident to save face for Martha and Kathryn’s family. But now, the truth seemed completely different from the shattering picture she had imagined. She gazed at her son’s slightly grinning face, recalling the repeated mention of Louise in his mouth.

A truth that she had never dared to imagine hit her heart like a speeding train.

“You...you did this to Louise...more than just that one time???”

Seeing his mother gradually getting used to it, Christian was delighted: “To be precise, it’s me” and “Louise”

He bit the word “和” heavily in his mouth.

“...You mean, Louise...wasn’t forced by you???”

Kathryn was about to collapse at this moment. In this one hour, she experienced too many emotions, learned too many truths, and witnessed too many reversals. If this were made into a TV series, the ratings would be off the charts.

Christian breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Kathryn gradually calm down. He lowered his head to look at his mother’s slightly trembling legs and said considerately, “Mom, we’ve been standing for a long time. I think you can hardly stand. Let’s go sit on the bed. Don’t worry, your son will tell you everything you want to know.”

Without waiting for Kathryn to answer, he took her hand and walked straight to the head of the bed, sat down with his back against the bed, then pulled Kathryn, who was standing in a daze with her back to him, into his arms, put his arms around her lower abdomen, and felt the heavy volume of her breasts above his arms.

Christian then continued, “To be precise, the first time I mistook Louise for Martha. But you know, my son is incredibly gifted. Even Martha, plus Holly, wouldn’t be able to handle it. But... for a beautiful woman who’s 30 and 40, it’s a different story.”

He glanced at Kathryn’s face in his arms and saw that she didn’t seem disgusted by what he had just said. Instead, her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was thinking about what he had said. So Christian boldly made an important verbal attempt tonight: “Mom, considering your son’s honesty with you, can you please answer me a question honestly?”

“Wh...what’s the problem?”

Kathryn’s voice came from the front, ethereal and emotionless.

“Do you feel good when you sit on me and stimulate me?”

Hearing those three leisurely words from her son’s lips, Kathryn felt as if a switch had flipped. The desires that had been suppressed by her complex emotions were now unleashed like a wild beast. Crystal clear dewdrops emanated from her pistil, and the flesh on Christian’s hips began to tremble involuntarily, following the rhythm of her pistil opening and closing and releasing the beads.

Christian naturally noticed something strange about Kathryn’s lower body. He waited for a moment, but the mother in his arms didn’t move or respond.

“Hey~hey~, no response, no rejection either. That means they admit it feels good, but it’s not convenient to say it.”

With that in mind, Christian prepared his next words: “Anyway, from my hazy thoughts last night, I had a feeling you must have been enjoying it. But do you know what happened to Louise that time?”

“what happened?”

Kathryn didn’t notice at this time. When she responded, she seemed to directly agree with the first half of Christian’s sentence and did not refute it.

Christian slowly approached her ear and blew a breath into it. His deep voice uttered obscene words filled with male hormones: “Louise, she was fucked so hard by me that she fainted. She was so exhausted that her eyes rolled back.”

Listening to her son whispering lewd things close to her head, things meant only for the bed, Kathryn’s body shuddered as if struck by an electric current. Her legs clamped together unconsciously, and a stream of hot fluid instantly gushed from her flower bud, soaking her panties with a sticky liquid and trickling down her inner thighs, leaving a moist trail. Her fingertips dug into the sofa, and a suppressed moan escaped her throat. Her cheeks burned, and her eyes rolled up. It seemed as if the one who had been fucked unconscious by her son’s words hadn’t been someone else, but herself.

Seeing Kathryn orgasm from just a few words, Christian muttered to himself, “Damn, she orgasmed just from hearing a few words?”

His throat was dry and he swallowed, his eyes fixed on the soaked fabric in her butt crack, sliding down to her trembling thighs. Kathryn’s pussy was still contracting and contracting, the water flowing out like a floodgate. He scratched his head, a wicked grin spreading across his lips, shock mixed with a hint of pleasure. His mind was filled with a single thought: “This woman is too sensitive. If I say a few more words, won’t she pass out?”

But Christian knew this wasn’t the time to be flirting with his mother. He needed to take advantage of the moment when Kathryn’s desires were aroused and her rationality was completely suppressed. He wanted to use the most explicit words to break through the high walls of ethics and shame in his mother’s heart, and plant the seeds of incest, lust, and the fact that Louise had sunk beneath his crotch, deep within Kathryn’s heart.

Christian tightened his arms around Kathryn and spoke slowly, “But my dear mother, you are better than Louise! Do you know what you have done that Louise has never done?”

Kathryn, still caught in the midst of a no-contact climax, was unable to answer Christian’s questions, but she pondered her son’s words for a moment and gently shook her weak head.

Christian slowly moved his big hand around Kathryn’s beautiful waist upwards, his strong arm lightly brushed over her nipples, and his warm and powerful palm gently grasped Kathryn’s snow-white neck, sometimes rubbing it up and down, sometimes moving it left and right.

“Mom... do you remember the joy I felt last night when you were on top of me, that feeling of flying into the mountains? I felt it too, otherwise it wouldn’t have been so stimulating that I woke up last night. Speaking of which... I really have to thank my dear mom~~”

After playing with his mother’s slender neck for a while, Christian moved up again, rubbing his fingers against Kathryn’s red lips that were slightly opened during her orgasm, and then he reached into her little mouth, picked up her limp tongue, and played with it carefully.

“That feeling, only a few women can experience, you and Louise and Martha, Holly are the lucky ones, because your son’s cock is super big. Only a cock of this size can open your palace.”

This was also the first time Kathryn understood the source of the tingling, pleasurable swelling that had finally pushed her to the heavens last night. Her heartbeats rose and fell even faster, and her delicate throat rolled, exhaling a fragrant breath that collided with the lingering tongue and fingers in her little mouth. “But what makes my sweet mother better than Louise is that... Louise always had to be opened by me. She’s never been able to sit down and open herself... Although Louise has tried many times, she’s never been able to do it. As for Martha and Holly, I won’t say that. Opening their uterus requires a lot of effort, and you have to worry about hurting them so they can’t get out of bed.”

“I have to say”

“Mom and I~~~~~~~Our physical compatibility~~~~~is too good!”

Listening to her son talking about shameful words, describing how well they fit together physically, and comparing how her best friend wasn’t as good as her in bed with her son, Kathryn’s chaotic mind instantly went blank, leaving only a hint of shyness. She turned her head away, separating her mouth from her son’s fingers: “Little rascal, you, you, you, are you shameless? There’s no such thing as comparing things. You should compare your mother to you, Louise.”

Hearing his mother’s softly moaned response, Christian was overjoyed. “From what she said, it seems she’s starting to have second thoughts about Louise,” he thought. He hurriedly continued to fill his mother’s empty mind with lewd images. His hand, stained with Kathryn’s sweet saliva, slid down her neck and gently covered her breasts, still full and unsuckled. He didn’t grip them, just rubbed them.

“People are good at lying with their mouths, but their bodies won’t lie to you. The pleasure you felt last night is what Louise felt that day. At your age, you are both as wild as wolves and tigers. Your son’s cock is big, hard, long-lasting, and produces a lot of semen. Those immature little girls can’t handle it, but for you and Louise, it’s a big treasure.”

Seeing that Kathryn didn’t stop his hands, nor did she speak to stop him from speaking, Christian boldly threw out the next key point: “Mom, Louise recently asked me if I felt anything unusual between my dad and my father-in-law. At first I didn’t pay much attention to it, but after Louise mentioned it, I really felt that there was something wrong between them. They have been too close recently, especially after my father-in-law took over the school. They often go on business trips together, and sometimes neither of them goes home at night. Louise also said that one night when her father-in-law came home, he asked Louise to help him with his thing. Louise rubbed it with her hand for a long time, but her father-in-law didn’t react at all. It was soft and small.

She felt that either he was suffering from impotence, or her husband had just come back from having an affair outside and was still in the refractory period.

But I think he often goes out with my dad, and they often have business talks and dinner parties, and they often stay out all night. As a man, I know the things about a man’s lower body best. Although I don’t want to assume the worst about my dad, Louise wouldn’t lie to me, and there’s no need for her to joke about her husband’s reputation.

“Mom, do you know what I was thinking when I came to this conclusion?”

“Thinking... thinking about what?” Kathryn’s heart wasn’t as calm as she appeared to be, hearing her son recount the conclusion she and Louise had already reached. The relief she’d felt when she and Louise had both discovered their husbands were having affairs, after counseling each other, had now vanished. Her beating heart felt as if it had lost its long-held support, like a boat drifting in a storm, tossed and rocked by the waves.

Christian’s hands rubbed Kathryn’s chest, and even through the thick flesh of her breasts, he could feel his mother’s increasingly rapid heartbeat. His hands, wrapped around her waist and nipples, exerted force, pulling the delicate body into his arms with such force that it seemed as if he were pulling her into his heart. He gritted his teeth, his words filled with resentment and dominance. “I hate them, I hate them. I hate their shamelessness. I hate that they have a happy family, healthy children, and successful careers, yet they’re still not satisfied. They’ve left two beautiful women at home and ignored them, only to go out and pick up some shady women. After my first time with Louise, it was Louise who comforted me. She said Darren hadn’t touched her in years, and with his frequent business trips, her life was no different from being a widow. I told Louise back then not to worry. Now that she’s my woman, Christian, I’ll protect her.

Her husband is blind. He doesn’t nourish and love his baby well. So I will water and love it.

If you don’t love someone, get out of here!!!”

Listening to her son’s overbearing voice, Kathryn’s drifting heart seemed to have found a warm harbor. “Yes, my son was talking about Louise, but weren’t those things her own experiences? ～～Mistress～～,～～Business trip～～,～～Not coming home～～,～～Even refusing to touch her when I made advances～～, everything Louise had to endure, Kathryn had experienced too. Ultimately, they were just two broken flowers abandoned by their husbands. Louise was so kind to her, so caring. After her daughter ran away from her marriage, she willingly lowered her generation to pretend to be the bride. After Holly became pregnant, seeing how attentive and caring she was to Holly, Louise didn’t show any resentment, but instead helped Martha counsel. When her milk supply was surging, it was Louise who helped her quench her thirst, disregarding conventional moral standards. And when she was in confinement after childbirth, it was Louise who took care of her wholeheartedly.

… …Just like my son said, those two men are so ungrateful. Even if they are two withered flowers, they don’t deserve it. Besides… …it’s not certain whether they are withered flowers~”

Kathryn’s ears turned red at the thought, and her thoughts went back to last night.

After releasing her sexual desire on her son, she dragged her exhausted body and swollen lower body back to her room. She was about to wash herself in front of the mirror and shower when she noticed that the areolas and nipples on her towering breasts, which had previously darkened with pregnancy and milk swelling, had miraculously lightened. Just as she was puzzled, her eyes flicked to another, more intimate part: her mons pubis and labia. Kathryn’s mons pubis and labia, originally aging, had lost their tender pink color and had taken on the brownish hue of a mature woman. ...But now: “My mons pubis and labia...why do they seem to have gotten a little lighter?!”

This sudden discovery left Kathryn at a loss for words. “Why haven’t I noticed this change before? When did it start? The day I returned home? When the breast pump broke? When Christian was sucking my breast milk? Or... when I sat on him and let him stimulate me?”

Images flashed through Kathryn’s mind, and suddenly, a thrilling image froze in her mind. She remembered... the day they first had intercourse, after she realized that simply rubbing their genitals against each other wasn’t enough to stimulate her son... Christian’s large, round penis head practically pressed against Kathryn’s cervix, releasing a large stream of thick, white semen. It was also from that day that Kathryn noticed that, while her milk supply hadn’t decreased, the tingling in her nipples had lessened considerably.

“This...this is too amazing. Can a woman’s body change so much after being moisturized by a man?”

My thoughts drift back to the present.

Thinking of her discovery last night, Kathryn felt a little womanly smug. “Hmph, a withered flower?! I’m not a withered flower. I’ve worked hard to maintain myself for so many years, but it’s not as good as the effect of having sex with my son a few nights ago. Edwin, you’re not a man. You look down on me, right?! You don’t want to touch me, right?! Go find your little vixen!!! I won’t serve you anymore. From now on, I, Kathryn, will only let my precious son touch this beautiful body of mine, and let my good Christian fill me up every day.”

The more Kathryn thought about it, the more the blush that had originally only been at the base of her ears began to spread to her entire cheeks. She thought of Louise, who had the same experience as her. “...Louise...she...must have been extremely disappointed with Darren. Otherwise, with her original personality, even if what happened to Christian that night, she probably wouldn’t have wanted to have sex with Christian again. ...Maybe, this is Kathryn’s fate. I’m destined to meet a heartless man; destined to meet and become friends with Christian; destined to meet a mother-in-law who has a life as miserable as hers. Besides..., Christian already has Holly in addition to Martha. Even if...even if there are two more people, it’s...that’s all....If that’s the case, Kathryn has enjoyed the ultimate pleasure recently, why can’t Louise...enjoy it too? Anyway, their family...is already a mess enough. A “big” family that’s “in chaos” just centered around their son, maybe...~ ...

She didn’t dare to think about it anymore. The difference from that time was that this time she didn’t stop imagining because of an emotional breakdown. It was because the shy blush that started from her ears had spread all over her cheeks, making her almost drunk.

She felt her son’s strong arms wrapping around her tightly, one arm squeezing her breasts brimming with milk. The warm, sweet juices completely soaked Kathryn’s clothes, but she remained entwined with her son, showing no sign of separation. Her beautiful back pressed against his chest, feeling his pounding heartbeat. Her neck tilted back slightly, like a lost puppy that had just found its owner, she gently stroked his chin with her hair, reassuring him of the sense of security she had lost.

Her flaming cheeks slowly lifted, her eyelashes trembling as she opened them slightly, her gaze hazy yet filled with a steadfast desire. Her lips parted slightly, as if whispering something. A faint moan escaped her throat, soft yet full of emotion. Her breathing quickened, and her face tilted slightly towards him.

Christian looked at Kathryn like this, how could he not know what his mother was thinking, “Mom... is she asking for a kiss?! And this kiss is not a light kiss, but the kind of deep love between lovers: domineering entanglement, hot and wet blending, gentle lingering, rapid breathing, fiery possession, soft grinding, with a hint of sweet aggression, the kind that goes straight to the soul.”

Looking at the pink tip of Kathryn’s tongue, Christian suddenly pressed his lips over it, his large tongue aggressively plunging into her mouth. He domineeringly hooked up her tongue, which was half-raised, awaiting his master’s attention. The two fleshy tongues chased each other passionately in her mouth, entangled and stirring passionately. Christian used his tongue to savor every part of his mother’s mouth: her tongue, between her teeth, and even the depths of her mouth. Every time his tongue touched a place, he would tighten his lips and suck hard at Kathryn’s mouth, drawing the sweet saliva from her mouth into his own.

As Christian’s sucking grew faster and harder, Kathryn, already eager to kiss him, became absorbed in the passionate kiss, even taking the initiative. Her tongue, previously locked in her own mouth, now entwined itself with Christian’s thick tongue, entwining and sucking its way upwards. Soon, she thrust her tongue into her son’s warm mouth, exploring it with a playful, questing, thirsty desire for the lingering moisture. Her mother’s eager expression was like a dry puppy, sitting at the waterer, its tongue stretched out, waiting for fresh water.

Christian has some minor quirks. He didn’t notice them before when they were only with the petite Martha. But when he was making love with a beauty like Louise, and looking at the waves of her buttocks when he penetrated her from behind, he couldn’t help but slap her, making Louise scream in pleasure. Looking at the red buttocks from his slap and the faint palm prints on the white buttocks, the vague desire for control in his heart was satisfied.

At this moment, the frail Kathryn’s eagerness for a kiss brought out the dark side of Christian’s heart. Now he just wanted to have her all to himself, to possess her, to control her, to make her have only him in her heart, to be addicted to his presence, unable to extricate herself.

Christian released Kathryn’s lips, slowly raised his head, looked into her eyes which were blurred by the kiss, and said in a deep voice: “Mom~Mom~, are you...very thirsty?”

Kathryn nodded obediently at her son’s question. Christian had been sucking the saliva from her mouth, and Kathryn was indeed feeling dry. When her son kissed her, she could still snatch back a few moist strands of her tongue from Christian’s mouth, but now that his lips had left hers, her tongue, deprived of its moisture, could only flick aimlessly through the air.

“Well, dear mother, open your mouth wider and stick out your tongue, your son will quench your thirst.”

Her son’s words, without tone or request, sounded like an order to Kathryn’s subconscious mind.

As long as she obeyed this order, her son would definitely let the warmth that her lips and tongue had loved just now return to the tip of her tongue.

She raised her head, opened her red lips, used the root of her tongue to push up her small tongue, and waited quietly.

“Good girl, Mommy’s got it!” Christian slowly spit out the sweet saliva he had taken from his mother’s mouth, letting it drip down the tip of his tongue onto Kathryn’s tongue and small mouth. She noticed what her son was doing, but she didn’t stop him. She didn’t retract her tongue from her lips, just like that... mouthful after mouthful... accepting her son’s gift.

“~~Christian~, I just felt sorry for me being thirsty...that’s all.”

The glittering silk thread connected the two slightly trembling tongues, like a transparent bridge connecting the tongues of their respective owners. Kathryn did not withdraw it until her tongue could no longer feel the silk thread from above.

As she savored the taste of her son in her mouth, her body went limp.

Christian just held his mother, who was as soft as boneless, and enjoyed the quiet beauty. After a long time, he said: “Kathryn, your son loves you, and will always love you.”

Only then did he realize that Kathryn in his arms had fallen asleep, and when he leaned over he could still hear the faint snoring coming from her little mouth.

After scratching her pretty nose, Christian gently put her on the bed, changed her soaked top and underwear, wiped her body briefly, sat on the edge of the bed, held her hand, and just looked at her.

“Ah~~, Mom experienced and heard so much today, and many of them were too cruel for her. If I weren’t her son, I would have been beaten to death by her long ago. ………………Although the process was very tortuous, judging from Mom’s initiative to kiss her at the end, she must have figured out a lot of things.”

Christian finally had time to calmly reflect on what had happened in the past two hours. “When Mom wakes up, how am I supposed to get along with her?”

Christian touched his mother’s belly through her clothes. “Of all the things that happened, the one that hurt Mom the most was probably being pregnant with her own son. I don’t know how much of a blow this must have been to her, who has always had traditional thinking. I... I do have the desire to possess Mom, but that doesn’t mean I can accept hurting her to possess her. If I did, I’d be worse than an animal. ... I should call Louise and see what she thinks. She must be terribly worried after calling back so many times.”

After covering Kathryn with the quilt, Christian walked out of the room while dialing back the number. As soon as the call was connected, Louise on the other end immediately picked up the phone.

For Louise, the two hours without Christian were more agonizing than her entire life. She called again and again, but the line kept repeating, “Connected, no one answered.” The moment she saw the paternity test results, Louise’s recent worries and suspicions about Kathryn finally settled. But as she charged her phone and prepared to call Christian again, the call duration on the screen jolted her from her joy at confirming that Kathryn’s baby was Christian’s. She clearly remembered that after hanging up with the courier, she and Christian had spoken for less than three minutes, telling him she was going to pick up the package. But that six and a half minutes meant...

Louise’s heart skipped a beat: “It’s over, it’s over, it’s over. My mumbling just now must have been...

……………, I wonder how much Christian heard. He was already heartbroken because of Holly’s miscarriage, and now if he knew his mother had also…, he wouldn’t be so kind to Kathryn…”

Seeing Christian calling, Louise was so excited that she almost threw the phone away and quickly pressed the answer button: “Hello~Hello~~~~,...Christian, I...I...are you...okay? Kathryn...”

Listening to Louise’s bewildered cry, Christian interrupted her and comforted her, “It’s okay, Louise, don’t blame yourself. I already know everything, but don’t worry, just listen to me and I’ll explain it to you slowly, okay?”

Chapter 231

Christian recounted the past two hours of conversations, arguments, thoughts, expressions, and body movements between him and Kathryn. Louise, truly shrewd, interrupted with a few questions, finding out everything about Christian and Kathryn.

“Christian, I understand. You and Kathryn spent the past two hours shaking out all the knots in your hearts lately. She went from hiding it at the beginning to actively asking for a kiss in the end. That’s quite a transformation. You’re really good with your words and your tactics. You broke down the wall in her heart.”

Christian smiled bitterly, “Louise, stop praising me. I wasn’t just tearing down walls; I was slashing her heart with a knife. She hid her miscarriage from me and carried it all by herself, while I pretended to be unconscious to lure her into me... I’m a fucking bastard! When she finally got close to me, I saw the longing in her eyes and lips, and my heart felt like it was on fire. Louise, I’m afraid if I continue like this, I’ll hurt her again.”

Louise spoke gently, her analysis methodical, “Christian, don’t rush to sentence yourself to death. Listen to me... This matter with Kathryn, from beginning to end, wasn’t your fault alone. I... was also responsible. She hid the fact that she had the child from you because she was afraid you would bear the psychological burden. She took the initiative to get close to you... because she had more than just a mother-son relationship in her heart. You, too, have both filial piety and greed for her. Neither of you is a saint, so it’s not surprising that your hearts are in turmoil. The key is that she finally accepted you and even took the initiative to kiss you. This shows that she wasn’t forced by you, but that she figured it out on her own and is willing to face this relationship with you.”

Christian’s voice was a little hoarse. “Have you figured it out? Louise, can she...really figure it out? She’s my mother, she got pregnant with my child, and she had a miscarriage. Who wouldn’t be devastated by this? She yelled ‘fuck, I peed myself’ last night, and today she asked me for a kiss. I know her body wants me, but her heart...can she really be okay with it? I’m afraid she’s holding it in, and one day she’ll suddenly give up and completely collapse.”

“Christian, you’re right. Kathryn is definitely still hurt. The pain of her miscarriage won’t heal in a day or two. She lost control last night, and then she took the initiative to kiss you today. Really... she’s trying to balance desire and pain. Didn’t you also analyze the fact that Darren and Edwin are having affairs? Actually, I shouldn’t have kept it from you. Your mother and I already discussed this privately. She’s trying to rely on you to fill the void in her heart, but that doesn’t mean she’s completely fine... You’re right, there’s a chance she’s just holding on. But don’t forget, she’s a woman and a mother. Her love for you is deeper than you think. Her willingness to be close to you means she sees you as someone she can rely on. You blame yourself now, feeling like you’ve hurt her, but you’ve overlooked one point-she chose to be honest with you, to accept you, because she trusted you, and believed you wouldn’t let her carry it all alone again.”

Christian was silent for a moment, his voice low. “Trust me... Louise, I... I don’t think I’m worthy of her trust. When I pretended to be unconscious, I only thought about taking advantage of her and enjoying the feeling of her on me... Now that I’ve calmed down, I understand how much she has paid. I can’t even imagine the pain of her miscarriage. I also told her about you and me, comparing you to her, as if forcing her to accept the mess we three are in. Louise, am I... too selfish? She’s like this now, I don’t know how to get along with her... If I continue, I’m afraid... I’m afraid she’ll get pregnant with my child again. She’s not young anymore. How can her body withstand another pregnancy and another miscarriage?”

Louise paused, a hint of resentment in her voice. “Christian, I didn’t expect you to be so bold. You’d dare to tell your mother about us at this moment? But I can tell you, your mother isn’t worried about what happened between you and her. She’s just afraid that if I find out, I’ll think you’re a pervert and force you to divorce Martha. But from the message you sent me, after hearing that you and I had done the same thing, your mother, besides her initial scolding, followed by her proactive questioning and her subsequent requests for a kiss after a pause, suggests that her biggest knot in her heart-that I knew she’d ruined your child-has probably been untied. But she hasn’t been able to tell you directly. So, when she wakes up, don’t keep foolishly telling her about you and me. Let her calm down first. Later... I’ll talk to your mother privately. But you’re pretty quick-witted, having the audacity to spill the beans about us. Humph-originally, it was me and I who wanted to drag your mother into this, but now it’s you and your mother who’s dragging me into this.”

“Oh~ My dear Louise, dear Louise~ Please stop talking nonsense at this time, please help me think of a solution. How should I face my mother next? I really don’t want to do something hurtful to her like getting her pregnant just to get her.”

Louise suppressed her feminine emotions and nodded slightly. “Yeah, you’re still worried about her pregnancy! You’re right. Kathryn’s age, it’s not easy for her to recover. Although I took good care of her during the confinement period, I didn’t go to the hospital for a checkup, so I don’t know what the risks of another pregnancy are. However, the fact that you can think of this shows that you are not truly selfish. You love her and want to protect her, that’s enough. As for what you said about getting along, I’ll tell you the truth: she needs you now, but not just physically. She needs you to accompany her and understand her heart.”

Christian said with a hint of determination, “Louise, I understand. I can’t let her suffer that kind of pain again. I can’t let this pregnancy thing happen again. She’s already suffered too much for me, I have to protect her, even if... even if we can only be like ordinary mother and son in the future, I don’t want her to take that risk again. Louise, you helped her before, tell me, what should I do? How can I prevent her from getting hurt again?”

Louise said with a hint of relief: “Hahaha, they’re just ordinary mother and son. You’re willing to give up... But Christian, you have this intention, and Kathryn loves you well. Listen, protecting her isn’t difficult, but... you have to calm yourself first. You’re full of guilt right now and you’re afraid of hurting her, which is true, but don’t go to extremes and kill your relationship. She’s accepted you, and if you suddenly push her away, she’ll be even more hurt. You have to take it slow, give her time, and give yourself time... Physically, it’s easy. Just take good contraceptive measures. Pills, condoms, pick any one, and she won’t be at risk of pregnancy. Psychologically, it’s hard. You have to be there for her, make sure you feel you’re always there. Talk to her, hug her. Even if you don’t do it, she can still feel safe in you. Don’t forget, she’s not just your mother, she’s also a woman who needs to be loved and cared for.”

Christian took a deep breath. “Louise, I understand. I will take care of the contraception issue and will never let her take any risks again. I will also not neglect to accompany her. I owe her too much. From now on, I must make her live in peace and not let her cry alone again. Louise, thank you...thank you for always helping her, and also...helping me.”

Louise chuckled, her tone teasing. “Thank me? Okay, thanking me with your mouth isn’t enough. When you’re done, come back and coax me. Don’t think you can forget about me just because you’re tired of your mom. I’m not as easy to coax as Kathryn, huh! But seriously, Christian, I’m glad you think so much about her. Kathryn has a son like you...it’s worth it.”

Christian forced a smile and said in a more relaxed voice, “Louise, stop teasing me. Have you forgotten? I’m your son too. I remember that. I’ll definitely coax you when I get back and fill your little mouths. But now, I have to go back to see Mom. She’s asleep, and I’m afraid she won’t be able to find me when she wakes up and start imagining all sorts of things.”

“Go ahead, my dear husband. Take good care of her, and take good care of yourself. The road ahead for you two is not easy, but I’m here so I won’t let you be alone. Now, call me if you need anything.”

“Well, thank you, my dear wife.”

The call ended. Christian put away his phone and looked up at the blazing sun, his eyes more determined.

He walked back to the dormitory and saw Kathryn still asleep in bed. He checked the time and went to the kitchen to make some light meals. Christian had never been very good at cooking. After all, there were Martha and his mother at home, so it wasn’t his turn to cook. He could only use his phone to search and learn online. Although it took a little longer, he did manage to make three good side dishes. He put them in a basin of hot water and brought it to the end of the bed. He climbed onto the bed, turned Kathryn slightly to the side, hugged her from behind, pressed his tall body against Kathryn’s exquisite curves, and fell asleep.

Kathryn, who had previously fallen into a deep sleep in Christian’s arms, fell into a light sleep after being released by her son.

Suddenly she felt a familiar heat and fragrance coming from behind her, and she gradually woke up.

Looking down at her son’s hands, which were caressing her breasts even in his sleep, she didn’t move them away. Instead, she closed her eyes and carefully felt the embrace in front and behind her. Only when she heard her son’s stomach growl behind her did she gently slip out of his arms.

Just as she was thinking about getting her son out of bed after lunch was ready, she glanced at the basin of steam rising from the foot of the bed. She approached and saw a few small dishes floating on the surface, their delicate aromas wafting through the water. Kathryn’s impression was that her son had never cooked before; she and Martha took care of everything. The dishes, though crudely prepared, were flavorful and clearly a treasure trove of thought. She stood there eating a few bites, savoring her son’s handmade dishes. When she turned to look at Christian, she was already in tears.

She slowly walked to the bedside, looking at her son’s mature, steady, sharp, and secure face. She slowly bent her legs and knelt on the bedside. She leaned forward, took her son’s hands and cupped them against her cheeks. She said softly, “Christian, Mommy loves you, I’ll always love you.”

Kathryn’s tears scalded Christian, who was already in a light sleep, and woke him up. The first thing he saw was his mother, kneeling beside his bed, holding his hand and crying. Their eyes met, and the previous mixed emotions disappeared from theirs, replaced by a sense of relief, having let go of everything.

“~~Mom, I’m hungry”

“Well, good boy Christian, let’s eat.”

The mother and son sat on the bed and quietly finished all the food. People who didn’t know they were mother and son wouldn’t be confused by this scene, but people who knew their relationship would find something a little strange about the two.

Although neither of them spoke, the emotional exchange between their eyes when they picked up food and fed each other was obviously not what a normal mother and son should have.

After satisfying his hungry stomach, Christian reached out and gently wiped away the grain of rice stuck to the corner of Kathryn’s mouth. He took the initiative to speak: “Dear mother, son... I still have something to say to you. Look now...”

Kathryn knew what her son was thinking when he spoke, but the short sleep she had just taken couldn’t completely eliminate her physical fatigue. She didn’t want to open up to him when she wasn’t feeling well, so she gently declined with a pleading tone, “Good boy Christian, I’m still very tired. Let’s sleep a little longer together, okay? We can talk slowly when we wake up.”

“~Okay~”

This time, Christian didn’t embrace her from behind. Instead, he held her face to face, one hand stroking her hair while the other grasped her soft buttocks. Listening to her soothing breathing, they fell asleep together.

When Christian woke up, it was almost dinner time. There was no one in his arms. He figured Kathryn should have woken up by now. She had slept a little longer than him, and he had forced himself to make lunch. It was scientifically possible that she was more sleepy than her mother. He straightened his clothes and made the bed. The dishes and basin at the end of the bed had been taken away. He walked quickly to the kitchen door. From the slightly open door, besides the sound of pots and pans clashing, a beautiful song drifted out. Christian leaned close to the crack in the door and saw his mother with her back to him. A light green suspender dress outlined her mature figure. The spatula flew in her hand and she hummed her favorite little song. Her two white jade feet stepped back and forth to the beat of the song, like elves dancing in the mountains.

Christian was so lost in thought that he accidentally closed the door, “Squeak!” Hearing movement at the door, Kathryn turned around and saw her son staring at her, not moving an inch. Her ears began to turn red again, and she quickly avoided her son’s fiery gaze, scolding him, “What are you looking at? You’re drooling. You’re such a grown-up, but you’re so shameless. Come over here and help me get the food on the table. It’s time to eat.” Without even looking at Christian, she took off her apron and walked straight to the table to sit down.

“Mom, you just wear this while cooking.”

Kathryn rolled her eyes at Christian. “What’s the matter? This is comfortable and allows you to move around. Do you think it doesn’t look good on Mom?”

Christian quickly waved his hands and said, “No, didn’t you see I was completely lost in thought just now? I was just worried that you’d catch a cold wearing so little.”

“The air conditioner is on, hurry up and serve the food, or it will get cold later.”

Christian quickly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, quickly took the dishes and put them on the table, then sat down next to Kathryn, right next to her overflowing snow-white buttocks. Seeing his face full of pig-like expression, Kathryn said unhappily: “There are four stools for one table, why do you have to squeeze one with me?” But she didn’t move her buttocks next to her son’s buttocks away, picked up the dishes and put them into her mouth. Seeing that his mother didn’t move, Christian naturally didn’t do anything more, picked up the dishes and started to gobble them up. Kathryn tasted the food in her mouth elegantly, and listened to the sound of her son eating next to her, frowning: “You have never eaten in your life, is it so delicious? Look at the way you eat, if others see it, they will think I, Kathryn, have a pig!”

Facing his mother’s teasing, Christian joked, “Mom, I’m really hungry. Compared to what you made, what I made at noon is not a dish, it’s pig food. I ate at noon to survive, but now I eat to live~~uh~~”

“Alright, alright, eat slowly. You’ll choke. What you made is called pig food, and I ate it too. Am I a pig too? Is there any son who treats his mother like you?” Kathryn couldn’t help but get angry, although she didn’t know what she was angry about. Seeing her son picking up food on his own, she felt uncomfortable in her heart.