"I love you, Mom. I love you very much."
I said while looking at my mom.
My mom didn't seem to have any strength at all, so she just went limp.
After a while, she suddenly started crying softly although after a while my mom regained consciousness.
I quietly carried her on my shoulders and hugged her tightly.
Although it was natural to be angry, my mom just cried.
"Mom, I love you so much. I love my mom more than anything. I have no regrets or guilt for what we have done now. There was never a time I didn't love my mom. I will love you Mom forever. Mom, you are my life. I will make my mom happy."
I calmly confessed my heart.
It was something I felt when I spoke, but I didn't feel any regret at all.
I am very lucky and happy right now.
Perhaps this feeling is also a sense of alienation from having the mind of a 40-year-old in the body of a teenager.
My mom who is in my arms now is not a mother, but a young woman in her 30s, and I feel like having sex with her because I love her so much.
That's why my mom feels so loved.
I was just filled with proud joy that I had found my natural love and was able to win her over.
I felt this woman trembling in my arms, and the recognition that I would make my mom happy had become my sincere promise.
However, my mom just cried without saying anything.
I put my hand on my mom's shoulder and waited for her to stop crying.
Of course, as if comforting my woman, I gently stroked my mom's shoulder.
My mom, who had been crying bitterly for a long time, sniffed her nose while wiping her face with her hands.
The tears seemed to have stopped somehow.
I pulled my mom away and hugged her from behind and jumped to my feet.
"My dearest mom, you should take a bath now."
I smiled brightly and said with an expression that I couldn't stand it because it was so beautiful.
But my mom just looked at me with sad eyes.
There seemed to be no more tears.
"What do we do now? I mean, we're not supposed to be like this."
My mom shook her head and she started crying again.
I was a little surprised by my mom's tears, but on the contrary, I found my pitiful mom very beautiful.
So, while holding my mom's face lightly in my hands, I looked into my mom's tear-stained eyes and said,
"Look at me, Mom. Do you love me, Mom? I know better than anyone. I know that my mom loves me more than her life. I also love my mom more than my life. I know I shouldn't have done this, but I had to. However, I have never regretted it. Even if this happens again, I will hug and love my mom. I love you from the bottom of my heart, not just as a mother, but also as a woman."
My mom didn't say anything and she just looked at my face with great sadness as her tears fell.
As I caught a glimpse of despair in my mom's eyes, my heart sank.
So, I strongly encouraged my mom.
"Mom, why are you like this? What should I do if my mom is going through hard times like this? When mom suffers, I suffer too. Then again, I can't live without Mom. Do you want me to live with guilt?"
I tightened my eyes, looked at my mom, and said firmly.
I could see a flash of light in my mom's eyes.
My mom shook her head from side to side as she hurriedly wiped her tears.
Then she cupped my cheek with her hand.
"NO. No. My dear son, you will never be wrong and feel guilty."
There was a hint of urgency in my mom's voice as if she had never cried before.
"Yes. Is that so? I will never feel guilty as long as I have a mother that I love. Mom's emotions may be difficult because of guilt, forgiveness, and various kinds of emotions, but we have to live with them, right? And, we cherish and love each other more than our lives, right? I will be your strength. And Mom, please be my strength."
My mom's eyes shook violently.
Suddenly she hugged me to her chest.
"I'm sorry, my son. I'm sorry. It's all your mom's fault."
"NO. Mom, we did nothing wrong. We love each other. Mom, I love you so much."
"Okay. I know. Mom too, I love my son very much."
I pulled my mom's face and started kissing her deeply and passionately, with all my love.
As if sensing the sincerity of my heart, my mom kissed me back with her eyes closed.
I think we should confess our love.
After a long period of deep kissing, I returned to gently caressing my mom's breasts.
My mom acknowledged my words, but she hadn't accepted them in her heart, and she reacted weakly in denial.
So, while sucking my mom's lips more often, I intensely caressed her breasts.
"Ah... Ah... Ah.."
At one point, as my mom's moans began to come out, she actively accepted me.
We started having sex again.
My mom, who opened her body and mind, hugged me as if she was going to get rid of all her loneliness, and she hugged my body hard.
"Ahhhh.
"Ah... Ah... So... Big... Inside... It's... Full... Like... Ah..."
"Ah... Ah... Son... You're so... Good... Ah... I feel like I'm going to die... Bad..."
My mom let out a sound of lust that was incomparable to before.
Once again I sprayed my semen into my mom's womb.
I worried about my mom's pregnancy in my head for a moment, but I was someone who could not have children because I had very little sperm in the past.
That worry quickly disappeared. Although maybe I should be a little more careful in the future.
We carefully wiped our bodies wet with sweat and love juice and went to the room.
It's already past midnight.
My younger siblings were already asleep.
After lying down next to my mom, I approached her and gave her a light kiss on the forehead.
Mom still had a worried face, but even so was her face already more stable than before.
"I love you, Mom."
I whispered in my mom's ear and smiled brightly.
Then my mom smiled weakly and looked at me.
As I slowly lowered my head to my mom's lips, my mom opened her mouth slightly while closing her eyes.
I gently touched my mom's breasts with my hands while kissing them gently.
"Hmm..."
I heard my mom's low moan.
After a kiss of love and intimacy together, I said, "Good night, Mom," and lay down beside my mom.
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From a mother's perspective, Grace
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I've been feeling really good lately.
My beloved son has suddenly changed.
After that night when he called me mom and told me he loved me, my son seemed to be a completely different person.
The boy who didn't listen to his mother did tricks, and always came late to do something outside, came home from school that day, studied, and taught his younger siblings to study.
However, the way he taught was very relaxed and mature like a teacher.
For some reason, I felt an unusual feeling, as if my son had grown up.
However, the appearance of such a son pleased me a lot and lightened a bit of the burden I had.
My son suddenly started exercising a few days ago.
He kept running on the roof, doing push-ups, sit-ups... It was a very difficult exercise.
He was sweating profusely with his top off, and I felt strange when I saw my son's body dripping with sweat.
At some point, my son like that made me feel like I was standing in front of a very manly man, and I spent a lot of time staring at his body in a daze without realizing it.
Now he was a boy, only 17 years old, and somehow I seemed unable to handle it.
And, my son's expression of love has increased dramatically lately, he kisses me on my ear dozens of times a day saying he loves me.
It was strange and awkward for some reason at first, but now, when my son approaches, I unconsciously stick out my cheeks.
When my son put his erection object in the valley of my ass in the morning, I was surprised at first, but now that my son has reached puberty to express it, I think it's a good idea and keep quiet.
My son massages me often.
It was something I had never done before in my life.
At first, my son touched my body until it felt like a man was caressing my body.
But now I feel comfortable when my son's hands are placed on my body.
When my son massages my body, I feel strangely relaxed and my body opens up.
As my son's hands massaged my thighs and buttocks, I felt pleasure as my body floated.
Unconsciously, heat rose from my genital area, and love juice gushed out.
I thought my 17-year-old son's hands were like those of an old magician.
When my son finished massaging me, he always lay behind me and pushed his erection into the valley of my ass, and massaged my breasts with his hands.
At first, I thought it was a funny act from my beloved son, but at some point, the feeling of my son's huge erection in my ass made me very excited.
I wondered if I was going crazy when I got excited while getting a massage from my son.
However, seeing my son, whom I love so much, giving me such a hard massage for me was so touching that I simply could not resist.
Of course, the excitement my son gives me also plays a big part.
My husband hasn't been home for over a month.
My hot body in my mid-30s would suddenly feel hot even in the fatigue of daily life.
That's why I couldn't masturbate when I slept with my children in one room.
I just splashed cold water on my body and rubbed my privates for a while while washing my face.
Recently, my son kept begging me to touch his muscular body.
It was funny and cute to see him like that, but when I touched his biceps and chest muscles, I had to restrain myself inside.
My son now seems older than me and gives off a strong manly scent every day.
My son stimulated me with that big thing and even gave off such a strong manly smell that my body became hot without me realizing it, and the number of times I masturbated increased even more.
That very day, I was guarding the children's beds and secretly looking at the roof where my eldest son was exercising.
Today, as usual, my son was holding a long iron rod like a sword.
Sweat glistened all over the body, and the muscles of the arms and back were peeling underneath...
Unconsciously, my pubic area twitched and released its juice.
Looking at my son, I felt embarrassed to do this, but I couldn't take my eyes off my son, who looked like a statue of David.
Maybe it was because it was a hot day, or maybe it was because I was unconsciously enjoying looking at my son.
I couldn't stay like this, so I went to the bathroom earlier than usual to cool down my hot body.
I had just taken off my clothes and poured water over my son when he knocked on the door asking me to take a bath with him.
There was a conflict, 'Should I ask you to wait for a while?', but my beloved son, who had been exercising until some time ago, knocked on the door,
I opened the door slightly and looked at my son, who was strangely glancing up and down my body, his eyes twinkling.
Feeling a little embarrassed, I quickly locked the door and sat down with my son on my back.
I heard a rustling sound behind my son as he undressed.
For some reason, I felt my son looking at me from behind.
I was flushing and soaping now, but all my nerves were on my son behind me.
It was just a boy, but I was so worried about it because I was pleased with myself at the sight of my son earlier.
Unusually, I was surprised when my son offered to soap my back.
I couldn't see my son, so I could only feel him putting his hands behind me.
My son's hand touched my back.
It felt hot like being scalded.
My son's hand started moving slowly, and I turned my head slightly towards him.
Ah! But wasn't my son's penis having a huge erection right in front of me?
It was definitely my son's, but for a moment I felt embarrassed as if I had been looking at a stranger's things, and my heart was beating fast.
While looking at my son's things I blushed, 'Shouldn't this person feel ashamed? I gave it my all to endure the embarrassment but this person is casually standing in front of his mother.'
Looking at my son's face, he just rubbed my back calmly as if he hadn't thought of anything.
For some reason, I felt relieved and comfortable.
Suddenly, my body jerked forward.
My son seemed to lose his balance and pushed me.
I unconsciously held the legs of my son who was standing in front of me to prevent him from falling forward.
'Please...'
The right hand held the boy's thigh, but the left hand held the boy's large object.
I was so shocked that I looked at my son.
I had to let go of the hand holding my son's things, but strangely I couldn't let go.
No, maybe I wanted to catch it from the beginning.
Staring into my son's eyes, my body stiffened like a herbivore in front of a wild beast.
My son gently led me to his things.
My son's stuff was right in front of my face.
I felt like I could swallow them right away if I opened my mouth.
I looked at the stuff my son was holding with his left hand.
Honestly, it was unusually large for a 17-year-old, larger than most adults.
I could hold it with one hand, but I could only hold the bottom of the thing.
The gland had peeled off.
It seemed bigger and stronger than my husband's.
The boy's thing throbbed violently as it burned hot in my hand.
As I felt the heat of my son's penis, I could feel my pussy twitching and juices gushing out.
My son demanded while pulling my shoulders.
Feeling helpless, I closed my eyes and took my son's thing into my mouth.
For some reason, I felt like I already knew this was going to happen.
'My dear son, I can do this for you. My son is sweeter than I thought.'
Every time I looked at my son's face, he smiled brightly at me as I snacked on his goodies.
It seemed that my son was getting closer.
I eagerly sucked my son's dick.
It didn't take long for my son's semen to squirt into my mouth.
It was more than I expected, and the scent of chestnut blossoms was very strong.
Suddenly, I thought that this situation was very interesting, and I swallowed his semen.
When I looked at my son to see if he was okay, my son's eyes were burning.
My body was already burning hot.
The moment I felt the strong male scent of my son, my body was already excited.
My son lifted me in a strong hug.
And it hit my lips hard.
I thought, 'I can't go any further than this,' but I couldn't move because of the strong embrace of my beloved son.
I opened my mouth slightly and passively helped my son kiss.
The reason remained.
My son who had been kissing me while sucking my tongue for a while, started caressing my breasts.
While the feeling of twisting my nipple between his fingers intensified, the boy took the rest of her breast into his mouth.
I moaned involuntarily and clung to my son.
My son's breast-caressing skills were so unbelievable that it was hard to believe that he was 17 years old.
He twisted and squeezed my nipples with his fingers, sucked my entire breast with his mouth, rolled my nipples with his tongue, and bit them gently with his teeth.
Gradually, my excitement increased, and I climaxed without realizing it.
From that hole, love juice flowed like a flood.
After reaching the climax, the caress of my son's chest knew no end.
The excitement began to rise again, but suddenly my son rubbed my back and spine.
I was very curious about where a 17-year-old had learned this petting skill.
But soon the thought was blown away by the stimulating caress.
In an instant, the power went out of my body, and I climaxed in an instant.
My whole body stiffened, and my love juice flowed like crazy from my hole.
I wondered what had happened to me to reach my climax twice from my son's caresses.
I couldn't move my body at all.
My mind was also in a hazy state.
After a while, I squatted down, leaning on my son's body.
The posture was uncomfortable, but it was okay because my son was holding me tightly.
Suddenly something entered my already wet and muddy hole.
It was my son's finger.
"Ah! No, no, no. Not again."
I screamed, but my voice came out so low that I could barely hear it.
My body was in a state of exhaustion from climaxing twice before, but when my son's hand started moving inside my hole, hot pleasure emerged again from my pubic area.
I leaned his face against my son's chest, his hands gripping my thighs.
My body began to tremble with pleasure as a fever radiated from my body.
'Is my body this hot? Did I miss this feeling?' I thought to myself.
And, I climaxed once again.
I felt like my son was gripping my waist and pulling me up.
I put my hands on the wall as my son told me to, and pulled them back.
I felt exhausted, so I just lowered my head.
But suddenly, my son's big thing pushed into my hole mercilessly.
My son's thing entered unhindered into my wet hole, probably because I had spilled a lot of juice.
I felt an overwhelming sense of fullness and satisfaction that seemed to fit inside me.
'Ah. NO! I can't do this!' I thought, but no words came out anymore.
I could not put into words the overwhelming feeling that my son's things gave me.
There were only screams and moans.
My climax appeared from time to time from my son's vigorous pumping, and I felt like dying from the crazy climax feeling I experienced for the first time.
Finally, it seemed like my son, who was moving like crazy, was about to ejaculate.
My son held my hips and began to ejaculate powerfully, deep inside me, into my womb.
'Ah. This can't be...' Even as I thought about it, my thoughts disappeared with such a good feeling of climax.
As my son withdrew, I lost my strength and fell to the floor.
My whole body was covered in sweat, and the liquid of my climax and my son's semen dripped from my pussy.
After sitting for a while, my tears suddenly started flowing.
My whole body was trembling and fear was overwhelming.
For a moment I thought that I wanted to see my husband, but the thought that I hated him grew louder.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought, 'What should I do next?'.
My son came and hugged me tightly and patted my shoulder.
I hated him and had goosebumps all over my body.
I hated my son for raping me, but what I hated most was that I felt so much climax in my son's body, and I hated myself for feeling pleasure.
I wanted to be angry, but I didn't have the strength, so I just shed tears.
My son kept saying something to me, but I couldn't hear anything.
I just wanted to get away from this place quickly.
But suddenly, I heard a voice in my ear that my son was going to die of guilt.
My mind flashed in an instant.
Tears flowed in.
What I hated and despised about my son disappeared in an instant, as if it had never happened, and the son I loved so much appeared in my eyes.
'NO! I can't let my son, who is more precious than my life, feel guilty.'
A strong maternal instinct came alive.
I looked into my son's face.
When I saw my son who felt guilty, I thought there was no problem with what happened before.
I hugged my son tightly.
When I recalled my son's recent appearance, my son in front of me looked very reliable and trustworthy.
'Okay. What is this body? Who have I lived for until now? As long as my son doesn't get sad and leave me, I'm fine.'
My son wants me.
I couldn't deny it anymore.
My son's caresses started again.
Perhaps because I changed my mind, I felt stronger stimulation than before.
My body became more active.
There were no more useless feelings like guilt and apology.
The things my son felt in my body, now felt very good.
Suddenly, a feeling of pleasure and happiness arose from within my body.
I had great sex with my son once again.
My son, without hesitation, ejaculated deep inside me again, and I could feel an amazing climax.
We washed each other and went back to our respective rooms.
My son came up to me and kissed me sweetly as I was still sluggish with the remnants of the climax.
As I felt strong happiness, I loved my son even more.
'Okay. Living like this I will do anything for my son.'
That's how I became my son's woman.
My son never asked for my body at any time.
He hugged me at the right moment and with the right attitude as if he were my husband.
It wasn't the lustful look of a 17-year-old teenage boy.
I could feel that he respected and loved me more than anyone else.
As I was relieved to see such a son, I loved him even more.
I became loving and dependent on my son to the point of forgetting that I had a husband.
For some reason, I felt very strongly that this was fate.
I simply couldn't feel the boyish feelings I had felt before in my son's appearance, and I felt like an adult rather than me.
When I held my son, I felt a sense of stability without realizing it, and I could find myself becoming dependent.
It wasn't strange at all, and I felt great happiness because I felt it was natural.
'Okay. My son and I must have been a couple in a previous life. Otherwise, how could I feel this way from my son?'
I could no longer treat my son as just a son.
I came to love him sincerely, treating him as an adult and as my husband.
I opened my eyes involuntarily to the sunlight coming into the room as if it was a sunny day.
As usual, I checked the clock first, but it was still early, not even 7 am.
However, seeing that the place next to me was empty, it seemed that my mom had already woken up and prepared breakfast.
Despite the passionate love I shared with my mom yesterday, this strong body was filled with energy since morning.
Feeling the big and strong erection I had, I put my hand into my pants and squeezed my bar slowly.
Thinking of the love I had with my mom last night, a smile escaped my lips without my knowledge.
'Isn't this a dream now?'
Suddenly, I had the uneasy thought that what happened last night might be a dream I had in my sleep.
I jumped up, opened the door, and rushed to the kitchen.
Mom was rummaging through the pot on the oil stove today as well.
"Mom!"
As I rushed into the kitchen calling urgently, my mom turned to me in surprise.
As I stared at my mom at the entrance of the kitchen with my young eyes full of longing, she stared at my face for a moment, then her face turned red, lowered her head slightly in embarrassment, then turned back and started cooking again.
Seeing this, I tried to go to my mom and hug her from behind.
"Mom, was it a dream?"
"Yes?"
My mom was still embarrassed and couldn't answer. She was agitated.
I hugged my mom a little tighter.
"Mom, I love you."
When I spoke softly but strongly, my slightly trembling mom stopped.
Then she turned around and she looked lovingly at my face.
"Okay. You know. Mom loves our Daniel too."
I didn't feel any guilt or doubt from last night in that motherly look.
I was so happy to see my beautiful, beautiful mom filling her heart with happiness.
As if I had the whole world as if I had everything I wanted to achieve as if I had everything I wanted to have...
I slowly brought my lips closer to my mom's lips.
My mom also quietly closed her eyes and kissed my lips.
There was no deep kiss where she stuck out her tongue, but we both sucked each other's lips carefully for a moment.
"Mom, I'm going to take a shower and come back."
I parted my lips and turned to leave the kitchen.
"You know what, Mom?"
My mom looked at me with a curious expression on her face when I suddenly asked.
"My mom's face is glowing. Her face is radiant, like a newly married bride. That's why it's so beautiful."
My mon's face was radiant.
As my beautiful mom received me, her heart must have felt at ease, and she was even calmer. During the previous time, mom could barely satisfy her desire by using her hands, but she felt the climax many times yesterday, so her face became naturally brighter.
Isn't there an old saying that when a woman is happy in her sex life, she becomes more beautiful?
My mom's appearance now is exactly what it says.
My mom heard me, and when she understood what I was talking about, her face turned red.
I looked at my beautiful mom with a smile and then ran downstairs to the bathroom.
When I woke up after washing my face, my mom had woken up my younger siblings and was folding the blankets.
My sister and I ate breakfast and went to school together.
When I entered the classroom and sat down, Caleb came and sat next to me as if he had been waiting.
"Did something good happen? You're smiling since morning?"
I quickly brought my hand to my mouth and touched it.
Unbeknownst to me, it seemed like I was laughing at the thought of the incident with my mom.
"NO. What's good? It's because the exam will be over tomorrow, so I'm in a good mood."
"Okay? But. Ah! Tomorrow is the end of exams and the start of summer vacation. I hope it ends soon."
"Hi! Caleb. Are you studying? Stop talking nonsense and at least look at the book."
"Yes, you study well. Can't you tell me the answer?"
"Stop talking nonsense, you crazy person, get out of here. I want to read a book."
It was a textbook to re-read, but it was so easy that there wasn't much to learn.
However, with the mindset of wanting to be different from back then, I diligently read and learned in my way.
You must have felt that way before.
In the first year of high school, you can't solve it well even if you solve it that way, and you may feel that a math problem that is hard to solve becomes easy when you solve it after learning everything else in the third year of high school.
That's just my situation right now.
Being a middle-aged man over 40 years old, I vaguely remember what I've learned in school in the past, but the moment I open a textbook and look at it, my mind suddenly brightens, and I remember everything perfectly just by reading it once.
However, for memorization of subjects such as history and social studies, I have to spend some time memorizing words.
Still, that's as far as it goes, and for subjects like math, English, and science, I can solve all the problems just by skimming through the book.
'The tests I took until yesterday got perfect scores. Maybe because I went back in time, the easiest thing in the world is studying.'
I was thinking about this as I skimmed the subjects for today's test, but I felt the urge to go to the bathroom.
I went to the bathroom, and I met a man who had just come out.
'Ah!!! Brandon.'
He came out of the bathroom with wrinkles on his pale face and was chewing bad gum.
The moment I saw his face, I got angry and stood up with my hands clenched and stared at him.
"What are you looking at? Damn, you."
As if he was in a bad mood when I looked at him, Brandon looked at me while cursing.
'Phew! Patience that guy doesn't know me yet. And it hasn't even happened yet.'
Without answering, I just walked past him and went to the bathroom.
If he was like the usual Brandon in the past, he would have started a fight, but after seeing my appearance and size, he just cursed and left the bathroom.
My current appearance is, in short, that of an asshole.
Because my family was very poor, I couldn't afford to wear and wear things of my age.
Lacking the money for a stylish haircut and useless if it would be long, I've always had a short sports haircut since the 6th grade.
Since we didn't have money to buy clothes, my mom took clothes from church members' homes and dressed us.
However, when I entered middle school, my height increased by 20 cm per year, and as I grew to the size of most adults, the clothes I acquired couldn't handle me.
I had to buy clothes, but I couldn't afford expensive clothes, so most of my clothes were white or gray cotton T-shirts for 1,000 won.
Also, I bought cheap basic pants made from finished products at a nearby factory for a thousand won, and when my mom ironed them, I wore them again after that.
I also bought cheap white shoes and wore them.
I paid 1,000 won more and bought shoes with laces and wore them.
Imagine.
My hair was shaved short, I was taller than an adult, my whole body was bumpy from sports, my muscles were full, wearing a tight white cotton T-shirt, basic lined pants, and white shoes... It was an inferior look, so it was only natural that Brandon would never attack me when we met each other, even if he was recognized by others as a bully.
'Sooner or later, Caleb will be defeated by Brandon, right? I don't remember exactly when. Well, since it happened on vacation, I should have killed half of him by then.'
In this life, I thought I would never see it but who knows fate says otherwise.
Because I already know what the seniors who will be graduating soon look like.
'It was October 1990, right? President Andrew Kim declared war on crime. There are only a few months left. Brandon, you won't be able to ask for help this time. See you soon.'
With two days left, the final exam was over.
A few days later, the report card came out, and I was ranked first in the whole school with 100 points in all subjects.
It was natural for me, but it wasn't like that for my family.
Previously, I had been ranked in the top 5 in my class, with an average score of over 90, but this was the first time I had been ranked first in the whole school across all subjects.
In particular, my mom held my report card and cried with happiness to see her dear child excel.
Before my father's business went bankrupt, my mom also had a little business in elementary school.
Her love for me, the eldest son, was unusual in the neighborhood and at school.
At that time, many children entered kindergarten at the age of 7 or did not enter kindergarten.
However, I went to kindergarten for 2 years from the age of 6.
I had to learn Korean before entering school, I had to go to a piano academy while attending kindergarten, and I always held my mom's hand during competitions.
I cried in the hall because I couldn't get into a private elementary school, and I had to go to an arithmetic academy and a piano academy to make my brain smarter.
Under my mom's supervision, I had to complete a certain number of question books for homework every day.
She said that she couldn't trust the water given out at school, so she made tea for me, put it in a thermos bottle, and took it to school, meeting with the homeroom teacher, vice principal, and principal. And every day...
She was such a mom, but now she can't even buy a single workbook for her children and has to live in a single room on the roof with no running water because she's broke.
However, how happy she was to see her eldest son ranked first in the whole school with perfect grades in all subjects.
"Good job, my son. Thank you very much. Your mom is very happy."
When my mom cried, my younger siblings hugged her and cried together.
I also felt the tip of my nose and eyes getting wet for some reason. Maybe it was dust?
My mom, who had already vented her happiness on the three of us, got up with her purse saying that we had to eat meat today and she was going to the market.
I said it was okay if we didn't eat meat, but my younger siblings jumped up and down and screamed with joy saying they wanted to eat meat.
Seeing how my siblings liked it made me feel better and laugh.
My report card was also in my mom's hands as she walked out with a happy smile and her purse.
'What! My mom is cute Now it looks like she's going to show off to the market with it.'
I could understand the real purpose of her going to the market.
My mom kept the smile from her mouth all night as she boasted how happy she was to have such a smart and accomplished son.
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