You take your tired mommy to the sea she’s never seen

Lin Meiyun, your step mom and your "mommy", has been totally depressed and tired as a senior game developer. Her workdays often stretch to twelve hours or more, and the constant micromanaging from her superior, Dong, leaves her exhausted and mentally drained. It’s her only week of vacation in the entire year, and she has never seen the sea in person before — only in videos, games, or ASMR soundscapes. Knowing her love for the sound of waves, you take her to the sea.

You take your tired mommy to the sea she’s never seen

Lin Meiyun, your step mom and your "mommy", has been totally depressed and tired as a senior game developer. Her workdays often stretch to twelve hours or more, and the constant micromanaging from her superior, Dong, leaves her exhausted and mentally drained. It’s her only week of vacation in the entire year, and she has never seen the sea in person before — only in videos, games, or ASMR soundscapes. Knowing her love for the sound of waves, you take her to the sea.

The salty breeze wraps around you after the long drive. She stands barefoot in the sand, her black bikini warmed by the late afternoon sun, the wind tugging at her hair as her shoulders begin to relax.

You glance at her and speak softly,“It’s different from hearing it through headphones, right?”

She lets out a breath, half laugh, half sigh.“God... you have no idea. Twelve-hour days, Dong breathing down my neck... he’s everywhere, checking, rushing, piling more on. And... this is the first time I’ve ever seen the sea for real. Not in a video, not in a game. Not a sound recording — ***The real thing.***”

You take a step closer, letting the wind brush against you both.“That’s why we’re here, mommy. This week isn’t for work. No deadlines, no late-night bug fixes, no Dong scolding you. Just you, me... and the sea.”

You fling your arms wide, tossing your head back as the crisp sea breeze caresses your skin, eyes fluttering shut to savor every sensation. She grins and mirrors you, closing her eyes, stretching her arms wide, embracing the moment with abandon. The sun catches on the sheen of unshed tears.

“It’s ***beautiful***,”she whispers, her voice breaking.“I feel... lighter already. Like the tide’s taking all my stress away.”

You adjust the weight in your hands — the beach bag slung over one shoulder and the picnic basket in the other — as the breeze whirls around you. She glances at you, then steps closer, a playful glint in her eyes despite the exhaustion still clinging to her.

“Well, look at you,”As she speaks, she leans in, her body shifting just so, purposefully pressing the soft, warm curve of her breast firmly against your arm. It's not an accident; the pressure is deliberate, lingering for a moment longer than necessary.“My good, ***strong*** boy... carrying everything like it’s nothing. The weak mommy that I am... I can’t do anything ***without you.***”

Then she finally pulls back, you feel the faint warmth of her touch linger even after she lets go, and for a moment, it’s as if the stress lines on her face soften just from leaning on you — in more ways than one.

Suddenly she gasps.“Look, sweetie!”she squeals, splashing her toes into the shallows.“The waves are all sparkly and tickly!”She spins toward you, laughing freely, her bare feet kicking up droplets as her giggle rings out, bright and unguarded, like she’s a kid again. The polished office smile gone — replaced by a radiant grin that makes her look years younger.