Holding me and patting me, she really was treating me like the little boy I once was.
Resting in her embrace, I could feel the soft fullness of her breasts, breathe in her familiar scent, and soak in her warmth.
Without thinking, I shifted my head, rubbing my cheek against her breast, and her breathing hitched for a moment.
At the same time, I opened my eyes and caught a glimpse through a gap in her nightgown—a small opening between two buttons. From a distance, it would have been unnoticeable, but up close, it was unmistakable.
Through that gap, I could see the pale curve of her cleavage. Lying on her side, her breasts were pressed together, making the valley between them appear even deeper.
And there, faintly visible on the swell of her breast, were reddish marks. Were those… fingerprints or love bites left by Da Guo last night?
"Don't be mischievous..." As a result, the hand Mom was using to pat me suddenly gave a forceful slap on my chest. She couldn't help but chide me, then shifted her body backward, causing her full breasts to move away from my cheek.
I didn't move, then closed my eyes, feeling somewhat embarrassed. The act of rubbing against Mom's breasts and secretly peeking at her cleavage had been discovered by her, yet in my heart, I felt a strong sense of jealousy.
Daguo could caress them, suckle them, taste them, but I wasn't allowed to touch them.
Although I could understand Mom's reasoning in my mind, I still felt a bit sad, as if I were competing with Daguo for her attention.
I didn't know if my current state of mind was normal—was this a lingering effect of some twisted maternal jealousy?
Or had something gone wrong with my psyche?
"Mom, you can go and do your things..." I said without opening my eyes, afraid that if I did, Mom would notice something unusual in my gaze.
"Alright, if you're tired, rest for a while. I'll keep an eye on your medicine for you..." Hearing my words, Mom seemed as if she'd been granted a pardon. After speaking, she quickly got out of bed.
"Hmph..." I couldn't help but sneer inwardly, feeling even angrier.
"You really left when I told you to go..." I thought to myself, though of course, I couldn't say it out loud.
Couldn't she tell it was just a polite remark?
Didn't Mom realize that her son was speaking out of anger?
I had thought Mom would sense my irritation and press her breasts against my cheek again, but instead, she actually left, almost as if she were trying to escape. It felt like a jar of vinegar had been overturned in my heart.
It wasn't that I had some perverse desire for something to happen with Mom; it was just that her love should mostly belong to me. Daguo could have a little, but definitely not too much. If she had to choose between Daguo and me, I hoped Mom would unhesitatingly pick me.
So what if Daguo had Mom?
As long as I spoke up, Mom had to listen to me.
Mom went out, and I opened my eyes. My heart couldn't calm down for a long time.
Everything felt so unreal; my mind was in chaos. What I saw last night seemed like a dream.
But now I had a cold—caught from getting drenched in the rain while peeping last night. My illness was the best proof that it had all been real.
Listening to the sounds of Mom bustling outside and seeing her hair still damp, it seemed she had just taken a shower.
It was already daylight, and Mom had just bathed. Did that mean Daguo had left not long ago? Had they been wild all night?
Given Daguo's physical fitness and youth, I wouldn't be surprised if he ejaculated five times in one night. Even with my weaker physique, I could manage three times at my age.
If Mom had bathed last night, there would have been no need for her to specifically wash her hair this morning.
As for why Mom didn't let me touch her breasts and was unwilling to lie with me, it wasn't that she didn't love me—it was just because I had grown up and entered adolescence.
As a mother and son of the opposite sex, it's truly inappropriate for us to sleep together. Moreover, Mom has always dressed conservatively, never daring to be too revealing, which shows how seriously she takes my adolescent education.
If I weren't sick now, it would have been absolutely impossible for her to lie beside me just now. And she even tolerated me pressing against her breast. If I hadn't peeked, perhaps she wouldn't have pulled away either.
It must be said that Mom is extremely cautious and careful, maintaining the proper distance between us. It also feels somewhat inappropriate to feel jealous of Da Guo, since he and Mom aren't related by blood—a fact I can never compete with.
"Feeling better?" After a while, Mom returned to my bedroom, having changed to a new set of medicine—the last one.
"Much better..." I nodded at that moment. After drinking a bowl of porridge, I had started to sweat. There's no denying that an IV drip works the fastest.
Mom replaced the towel on my forehead with a fresh one and sat beside me. Since it was the last set of medicine, she needed to remove the needle promptly once it finished to avoid the risk of blood flowing back into the tube.
Sitting across from me, Mom fiddled incessantly with her phone, and I was certain she was chatting with Da Guo. Her slender fingers typed rapidly on the screen.
Normally, when communicating with clients, she wouldn't cling to one phone without moving—she'd often switch between devices. But now, holding one phone and typing continuously, with WeChat notifications chiming repeatedly and subtle shifts in her expression—it had to be Da Guo.
Were they discussing their intimate experience from last night?
But seeing Mom's expression tinged with a hint of anger, could it be because I was sick? Was she taking her frustration out on Da Guo?
Watching Mom engrossed in her phone, I closed my eyes, occasionally opening them to glance at her.
The medicine in the IV bag was gradually depleting, nearly finished.
At first, Mom frequently looked up to check the bag, but once she started messaging, her glances became less frequent.
I had no idea what Da Guo and Mom were discussing. Though she tried to conceal it subtly, I could still catch certain nuances—sometimes shy, sometimes angry, sometimes confused, sometimes conflicted, and occasionally a trace of secret delight, even a hint of happiness.
I wasn't sure if I was just imagining things or if my observations were accurate.
The medicine in the bag had run out, the liquid slowly descending through the IV tube.
As it passed the squeeze chamber in the middle of the tube, I thought of calling out to Mom.
But seeing her still absorbed in her phone, a surge of irritation made me hold my tongue.
The medicine was gone, and as it emptied, blood began to flow back—crimson streaks appearing in the IV tube.
I just stared at Mom, growing angrier by the moment. Could Da Guo really be more important to her than her own precious son?
"Ah..." After typing out a long message, Mom couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. She then looked up and noticed the medication was gone. Her eyes followed the IV line down to where it was inserted into the back of my hand, and upon seeing the blood backflow, she gasped in alarm. She immediately tossed her phone aside and rushed over to me.
"Why is there blood backflow?" Mom began flusteredly adjusting the IV, squeezing the bulbous part in the middle of the tubing.
"You silly child, why didn't you keep an eye on it..." After fixing it, she pulled out the needle and looked at me with a hint of reproach.
"I didn't notice either. I was just watching you chat so happily—who were you talking to?" I rolled my eyes and asked, unable to hide my jealousy.
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have dared to say such a thing, but right now, my heart was so overwhelmed with frustration that I couldn't hold back.
"Since when did you become so nosy? If you're tired, just go to sleep..." Upon hearing my words, a flicker of panic flashed in Mom's eyes. She patted my head and began tidying up the medicine bottles and IV equipment.
"Mom is going out to buy some things. You stay in bed and don't move around. Try to sweat it out..." Before I could say anything else, she had already taken the medicine bottles and IV equipment and left.
"Hmph..." I couldn't help but let out a cold snort. After all, I was still young and prone to childish temper tantrums.
My mind kept replaying everything I had seen last night. Perhaps because of this severe illness, my memories from last night were damaged, and many details felt hazy when I tried to recall them.
It sounded like Mom was changing clothes, and soon after, I heard the sound of the door opening and closing. She had already left.
Was she really going out to buy things?
Or was she going on a date with Daguo?
Lying in bed with nothing to do, I picked up my phone. The moment I saw it, a sudden surge of energy rushed through me...
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