Chapter 9 Secrets that cannot be told

There was silence in the car.

Mom stretched out her hand and signaled him to hurry up. He had to unlock the screen obediently and hand over the phone.

My mother opened the album silently and started looking through it. Xiang Mingchu felt like he was facing a great enemy, and he didn't dare to breathe. His mood was even more nervous than when he was framed in public today.

The album contains photos of my mother's life, either stretching or hanging clothes, with different angles.Zhuang Mei looked around for a while and found that apart from these, there were some anime photos of robbing food, and nothing else was out of the box.

She threw the phone back to Xiang Mingchu and frowned: Why are you taking pictures of me?Have you taken so many photos?

Xiang Mingchu used his brain at the fastest speed in his life: Mom, you know that I like to draw. Didn’t I also be a model for me before? I took a few pictures and found time to draw them as my exercise of painting skills.

Zhuang Mei recalled that there was indeed such a thing. Her son once asked her to be a model, so she lay on the sofa and fell asleep while lying. The scene was a bit like Jack drawing the shredded pork in "Titanic". The difference was that the shredded pork was gone as she painted the shredded pork, and she was dressed tightly.

Then why don’t you tell me these directly?

Because only snapping is the most natural.Look, are the photos very good?Your son's skills are good. If you like it in the future, I can take more photos for you.

My mother didn't say anything, and Xiang Mingchu didn't know whether her crazy words had convinced her. She felt up and down.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.After a long time, my mother turned around. If you encounter such a thing in the future, learn to deal with it yourself. Do you know?

knew.The huge rock pressing on Xiang Mingchu's heart disappeared. He felt relieved and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Mom snorted, started the engine and drove home.

At night, Xiang Mingchu, who had taken a shower, lay on the bed and began to recall what happened today.

His feelings for his mother are like the sea area in the west wind belt of the Southern Ocean. It is known as the worst sea area in the world. It is always roaring strong winds and waves, and his rationality is like a small boat, drifting on this sea, and I don’t know when it will be.

But what happened today is like the huge waves of a hundred meters high in "Interstellar", which is about to overturn his sensible boat. Who doesn't know how turbulent his heart is at this moment.

He wanted to hug his mother immediately, touch her hair, kiss her cheeks, smell the fragrance on her body, and tell her that her son loved her to death.

He also wants to do more with his mom, traveling everywhere, going on dates, having sex, on the bed, on the sofa, in the kitchen, in any corner of this home, he wants to possess his mom.

This idea suddenly appeared and made trouble in his heart.

I have occasionally had such thoughts before, but very few, and once I think of them, I will be expelled from my mind. But as time and various things are born, his male desire is getting stronger and stronger, and his desire is like a blazing fire in his chest.

But if you take the initiative now, it will probably backfire and even lose your mother.

He didn't know what kind of feelings his mother had for him, whether he was the same as him, and he would miss the other person when it was late at night, and would he release the desire that had nowhere to be placed in the room alone?

It has been almost six years since his relationship with his mother Cute, who has surpassed his mother and son to this day. In the past six years, he has not taken practical actions, but has just paid attention to it silently.

But what exactly should I do to let my mother know or even accept her feelings?

Xiang Mingchu thought about this for a long time.

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Another weekend.

The son has gone out, and Zhuang Mei is resting at home alone.

She was walking in the living room in a red nightgown, and a cockroach crawled out of her son's bedroom. She stepped on it to death with an expressionless face. I thought there was nothing wrong today, so I simply started cleaning.

When she opened the door, she saw that her son's room was well tidy and was even more neat than her bedroom. She couldn't help but ask where did the cockroach come from if it was so clean?

Under the bed?

She poked the broom under the bed and scraped it horizontally behind the left and heard the sound of the broom collide with something under the bed. She squatted down and looked down, and a box was at the innermost side of the bed.

She suddenly felt curious about what that was. She used a broom to hook the box out a little, then got into the bed and pulled it out.

A blue-black plastic box, not transparent.

Could it be... Zhuang Mei instantly thought of extracurricular books and toys, the kind that is not very serious.

As the saying goes, curiosity kills the cat. She should have respected her son's privacy, but she is really curious at this moment. In addition, she is not obedient in nature, so she opened the box with several A4-sized blue folders, as well as drawing paper and pen.

It turned out that it was something her son painted. She didn't pay much attention to her son's art before. In her impression, her son's painting performance has always been very good.

She pulled out a folder, sat on the bed, crossed her legs, put the folder on her white thighs, and flipped it out page by page with interest.

Clipped in the plastic protective film of the folder are carbon strokes, with landscape sketches and characters sketches.Although she didn't understand, she could see that her son had good painting skills and the picture was very beautiful.

After reading one, she closed the folder and put it aside, took out the next folder from the box and started to look at it. This one was painted with color paintings.

It's pretty well drawn.Zhuang Mei nodded while looking.

After reading it, next one.

When she opened the first picture, Zhuang Mei recognized that it was her face at first. She was stunned at first, then turned to the next page, and her own painting, and then she turned to herself.

The entire folder is her paintings, her avatar, half of her body, all of them, but the angles, expressions and postures are different.

She continued to look through the characters, and the facial features became more and more delicate, and the pictures became more and more delicate. Even if she didn't know how to draw, she could feel her son's hard work. The expressions and movements in the painting were lifelike, and the colors were also added at the back, different scenes and different postures.

It was a very strange feeling to look at myself from so many different perspectives. Zhuang Mei couldn't say she was angry. After all, she still looked very well, but the more she looked, the worse it became.

Because there are too many.

She had flipped through several folders, each full of them, all about her paintings. If it were based on this number, then Xiang Mingchu would have to draw at least one or two pictures every day, without interruption.

Did her son actually draw so many paintings when she didn't know?

At the bottom, there was an inconspicuous sketchbook. Zhuang Mei moved slightly and pulled out the sketchbook.

When he opened the first page, Zhuang Mei was stunned and subconsciously continued to flip through it. The next page was the same, and the next page was the same. They were all scenes of his daily life, but he had no clothes.

Yes, they are all naked.

Zhuang Mei was shocked first, then angry. She turned her around faster and faster, with paintings in which she made tempting postures, and some paintings that looked like artistic photo movements. The brushes outline her outlines. Her casual expressions, either laughing or sleepy, her frown and smile, her every move, and her movements were different. In the painting, she made one expression after another that she was not familiar with or even had never done before, between art and pornography.

The only thing in common is that they are not wearing clothes, and the breasts, nipples, labia... are clearly visible in various human body structures and parts.

This bastard!

Zhuang Mei's heart was filled with anger and she threw the sketchbook on the bed, furious. If Xiang Mingchu was beside her, she would see her embarrassed and angry expression, with red spreading from her cheeks to her ears, like an angry lioness.

I have to admit that my painting skills are indeed good, so that Zhuang Mei can clearly know that the paintings on it are all hers, but she has never done those moves at all, which means that they are all made up by her son. What is this bastard thinking about in his mind!

Zhuang Mei was walking around the room, about to stomp the floor and was about to get angry. She wanted to scold people, but at this time she was the only one at home. Who could she scold?

She wanted to pick up the clothes hanger and go to the studio to pull out her son, and then ask about it.

She hadn't beaten her son for a long time, and thought to herself that she had really ruined this bastard!If a tiger doesn’t show off his power, he is a sick cat. He must just teach this bastard a lesson.

It's simply...too excessive!

She really wanted to open Xiang Mingchu's mind and see what was in it. She was his mother!

Zhuang Mei's chest was fluctuating due to anger, and she almost couldn't breathe.She drank a large glass of water and sat on the bed, trying to calm herself down.

She could actually vaguely feel her son's wrong thoughts. Although her son always shrugged his shoulders and was listless, the look he looked at himself was definitely not the look he looked at his mother.

But she didn't care at all at that time because she was like this.

The son's various behaviors are normal experiences that adolescent boys will have. As long as they give their son time, they will sooner or later realize that this kind of relationship with their mother is absurd, and there are many girls outside waiting to meet him.

But she didn't expect that her son would draw such things. She even once wondered if she had really done these actions that made Xiang Mingchu draw them down.

She has heard of this, but she has no concept or specific understanding. She only knows that it is a child's attachment to her mother. Many boys have it, and she will get better when she grows up. She has never been willing to associate her son in this aspect before, but when she thinks about what happened during the past period, it is obvious that her son is a critically ill patient of Oedipus.

Zhuang Mei, Zhuang Mei, what should I do now?

She was so tired.How to deal with it?She didn't know that she was originally decisive and said things straight, and never hiding them, but now she was worried about her son's affairs.

What would he think when he painted?Thinking about his naked body, will he masturbate?

Suddenly thinking of something messy, Zhuang Mei spat and felt angry again.

She walked into the bathroom, washed her face, looked at the mirror and slapped her face hard: Zhuang Mei, look at the good son you taught!

After she calmed down completely, she returned to her son's room, put the folders and sketchbooks back in the original order, and then pushed the box back to its original position.

Just pretend that she didn't see it. Zhuangmei thought angrily. She knew that her son's personality was just a lustful heart and a lustful courage.

It is precisely because her son has not done anything out of the ordinary that she doesn't know how to speak or how to educate him.

The more she thought about it, the more bored she became, she fell tiredly on the bed, covering her eyes with a pillow, trying to treat what had just happened as a dream.

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Xiang Mingchu felt something was wrong with his mother.

These days, my mother has always been hiding from herself. In the past, they would brush their teeth together in the bathroom, but now whenever he goes in, my mother will rinse her mouth and leave like running away, almost not looking at him. Even the conversation feels perfunctory. Many of the topics he throws out are strangled to death by his mother's cold words.

In the past, my mother often didn't wear underwear at home, and the nipples on her nightgown were clearly visible, but now she is wearing it tightly, and her whole body is almost airtight.

The atmosphere at home revealed a strange embarrassment, but he didn't know what was going on.

In the room, he sat at his desk and completed his painting today.

The mother in the painting showed her breasts half exposed, her eyes were as silk as silk, and she was very satisfied with her.

The only drawback is that these are all made up by him, and there must be a mistake with reality. After all, he has never seen his mother's temptation expression with his own eyes. Which son can see his mother's expression that may only be seen in bed?

The sketchbook was already full, so he got into the bed, dragged the box out, and wanted to put the sketchbook in.

But as soon as he opened the box, he was stunned. As the owner, Xiang Mingchu was of course very clear about his habit of placing things. The order of the things in the box was messed up and the location was not very correct.

He and his mother were the only ones at home. Apart from the possibility of him sleeping around in the box in the middle of the night, there was only one explanation for the box...it had been opened.

Xiang Mingchu was struck by lightning, and his mind flashed like Detective Conan. He suddenly understood everything. No wonder his mother was unnatural in behavior these days, because she saw his paintings.

Damn it, damn it, what should I do?Those naked paintings must have been seen by my mother, so wouldn’t my wrong thoughts about my mother be exposed?!

Xiangming's original intention is like a mess.

But why didn’t my mother tell me this?Could it be that she wanted to pretend that she didn't see it... Then why did she pretend that she didn't see it?All kinds of questions were born in my mind, like a storm.

Yes, my mother used to know that she had made a mistake, so she had already slapped her with a slap.

The problem this time is even more serious. Maybe the incident of my mother Oedipus has been exposed, but why did my mother pretend that nothing happened?

Xiang Mingchu paced back and forth uneasyly in the room.

What if I take the initiative?

He thought so almost uncontrollably.Based on the ambiguous actions of my mother and herself in the past, maybe my mother will actually have some special feelings for me?

Unexpectedly, Xiang Mingchu was lying on the bed and took out his cell phone and logged into the community.

This is a website that specializes in incest. He also discovered it by chance. He didn't know whether the content of the posts was true or not, so he would go up and take a look every now and then.

He is now looking for help from a netizen.

On the website, the icon of the message prompt flashed and clicked to Mingchu, and it happened to be sent by the other party, ID Hawthorn.

He met Hawthorn by chance. At that time, he posted a post about what to do if his mother likes. After posting, he regretted it. He deleted it immediately, but unexpectedly, Hawthorn sent a private message to ask.

He has always been on guard against netizens and has not told his actual situation, but as he chats, he found that Hawthorn is actually a girl.

Hawthorn is like him, with a scattered mouth and gossip.

As she chatted, Xiang Mingchu knew that Hawthorn liked her brother, and she also knew that she liked her mother.

The current situation is that both of their crushes are not yet aware of it.

Hawthorn didn't say anything about Xiang Mingchu's mother-in-law. On the contrary, she accepted it naturally. The two often exchanged opinions, but just like the last student in the class and the second-to-last student held a study meeting, which often held, but usually had no use.

The hawthorn avatar shook: Brother, how have you been doing recently?

What else can it be done? It's so bad. My mother saw the things I drew.Xiang Mingchu was in a state of anxiety and told Hawthorn about his mother and painting.

Ah Hahahaha, I didn’t expect you to be so lustful. Are you thinking about aunt while painting and then... Anyway, you’re done this time~

Xiang Mingchu could imagine the hawthorn on the other side of the screen with a slutty smile. Maybe he was still holding his feet and said helplessly: Don’t laugh too much. I just drew my mother because I like her. Please help me think of a solution. I don’t know how to face my mother. My mother also seems to pretend not to know.

If the aunt doesn’t expose you now, you will think that nothing happened?

...Can this work?

what?Not happy?Then you can just confess!

Go to die, why don’t you confess your love to your brother?

You care about me, take care of yourself first.

Xiang Mingchu's hand typing stopped. He hesitated for a long time and asked: You are also a female, what do you think my mother is thinking?

I have no idea.

If you don't know, it's useless for me to tell you this.Displeased to the early Ming Dynasty.

Although I don’t know what my aunt is thinking, I can still guess, after all, I am both a female!

But you are a girl, and my mom is a woman.

Skip, girls and women are both women, and they have the same intuition as women!

Then what is your intuition?

It’s just that my aunt only has mother-son feelings for you~

Go, your second uncle, it seems like he didn't say anything!Xiang Mingchu pressed the virtual keyboard hard, but his heart slowly sank like a stone falling into a pond.

He knew that his mother was just a mother-son relationship for him. Although his mother was very close to him and there were so many ambiguous things happening, it was all the mother's love for her son.

But he still hoped, and he didn't know what he expected, but there was always a corner in his heart that he was hoping that one day his mother would say to him...

If you really love your aunt, why are you hesitating? Go and chase it directly.

Xiang Mingchu was stunned: Chase?How to chase?

Chasing openly, just like chasing a girl, there are so many ways to do it~ Brother, you won’t tell me that you haven’t chased a girl after living for so long, right?

Xiang Mingchu's old face turned red: I hope I will give you advice.

Then, what do you like about aunties?Hawthorn said.

The first question was to silence Xiang Mingchugan. He thought about it for a long time and hesitated: My mother is very beautiful, my mother is very nice to me, my mother... very beautiful.

OK OK, you know that the aunt is very beautiful and beautiful, and you are a bad son who is tempted by sex, so don't emphasize it repeatedly.Hawthorn said disgustedly.

Then what should I do?Xiang Mingchu asked with a shy face.

Tell my aunt fiercely that you like her!I like it to the death!

Then what?Will my mom accept me?A trace of hope rose to the Ming Dynasty.

Well... in the end, either my aunt would break your leg with a clothesline and send you to a compulsory treatment at a juvenile steward or a psychiatrist, or she would break off the mother-son relationship with you.Or there is a little possibility that my aunt will accept your feelings and play with you from now on, so that everyone will be happy!

Isn’t that a life-threatening life!Then why do I confess my love?

Wrong, it is very likely that there is no life in ten deaths.But if you don’t confess your love, how much time will you have?

What's the meaning?

Aren't you going to college? You can't go home often. You said that the aunt is a beautiful and beautiful person, so many people will definitely chase her. Maybe you will call a strange uncle to be your father one day when you come back~

Shut up!

Xiang Mingchu pressed the send angrily, but he was very panicked because he was told to the point.

He went to college in two weeks. The university is quite far from home, and even taking the high-speed rail will take three hours. At that time, he had to come back on a long holiday. His mother is so good. If someone introduces her to her mother, or has a blind date or something, and meets a new partner...

Just imagination, the heart is as painful as being pinched by someone.If Oedipus is a disease, he is now incurable.

No, absolutely not.

So what should I do?

Do you know the process of confession?Movie, flowers, red wine and music, everything must be prepared. Remember to dress more handsomely, and then tell the aunt loudly, Yu!Lve!Her!

In just a few lines of words, Xiang Mingchu could feel the momentum, just like a soldier who was left on the battlefield charged towards the other party's formation alone and firmly!

He was also infected by this atmosphere and replied excitedly: OK!

Good luck ~ Be prepared, if you succeed, remember to tell me ~

After posting this passage, Hawthorn was offline. Looking at the chat box, Xiang Mingchu was suddenly moved. After all, in an area that is not accepted by the world, it is rare to have a comrade who understands you and encourages you.

Xiang Mingchu closed the web page and was still excited. He lay on the bed and began to think about how to confess his love.