Mixed Stew with Tofu 01-08

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Qiang was my neighbor; we played together since we were six or seven. Everyone called me Jun. Thinking back, we mostly played marbles—what a dull and boring childhood!

Qiang was originally from Hubei, but I don't know why he came to Hebei. I don't remember much from my early childhood, but I remember once when my mother was working the night shift, she entrusted me to Qiang's mother's care. I ate dinner with her and saw them eating raw garlic shoots, just dipped in soy sauce. I was curious but didn't eat any. That memory is vivid; to this day, I've never eaten raw garlic shoots.

They never mentioned Qiang's father, and I've never met him. Qiang was timid and insecure. He was like my little follower, always playing with me. Although he was a little older than me, he always seemed a bit slow. We went to elementary school together. Back then, Qiang was always bullied. I remember once in fourth grade, he got into a fight on the playground and was pinned to the ground. I saw it, ran over, and kicked the guy in the face.

At the time, that guy saw his accomplices, cursed a few times, and ran away. Later, he brought back a few more accomplices to seek revenge,
one of whom, the older one, turned out to be a distant relative of mine—it was quite funny. In the end, nothing came of it. Later, I
told Qiang, "You're my good friend, I won't let anyone bully you." He lowered his head and didn't say anything; I knew
he was listening.

In junior high, we started watching porn together. When we got really into it, my little brother would get hard. So I
made him take off his pants. I would masturbate while touching his butt, and sometimes I would curiously touch his
anus. He wouldn't say anything, just endure it. I

remember that time was the last time before the junior high exams. We rented a videotape and secretly played it at home. We drew all the curtains, closed the door, and I leaned against the sofa, while he slumped down next to my legs. We were watching a Category III film; the female protagonist was screaming exaggeratedly, her white, voluptuous body naked. My sexual desire was mostly aroused by her calling me that. I reached my left hand into my pants; my penis was incredibly sensitive, almost unbearable to touch. For some reason, my right hand touched Qiang's face. He turned to look at me, his eyes filled with confusion. "Put it in your mouth," I said, holding my penis. I thought he would pull away or ignore me, but after glancing at me, he actually brought his head closer, bringing it to his lips and then stopping. I don't remember exactly how long it lasted, but it felt very long because I didn't know, and I was a little scared. He suddenly took it all in. Before he could even move it up and down, I pressed his head down with my hand and ejaculated forcefully. This is a moment will never forget. This wasn't homosexuality; it was just two ignorant kids playing together while watching porn, at least that's what I thought at the time. He swallowed my semen, glanced at me, wiped his mouth, and continued watching the video as if nothing had happened. Later, I don't remember clearly, but I remember that I made him pull his pants down to his knees and lie on my lap. I touched his buttocks and occasionally touched his anus. I ejaculated again, but in the toilet paper. I didn't make him use his mouth again because I didn't know why I felt uncomfortable, even though my penis felt incredibly good . Maybe I still had some conscience at that time. After graduating from junior high school, we stopped seeing each other and only spent time together . (2) After graduating from junior high school, I went to a high school in the county town. I had a girlfriend named Hui. She was my deskmate. She was very quiet and sensible. You could hardly hear her make any noise. Until one day, she wrote a sentence in pencil on a scrap paper with a question mark, which surprised me, her deskmate, who usually didn't pay much attention to her. "Do you think I'm pretty?" I looked at her but didn't say anything. But I found that she was really pretty at that time. I could never see such beauty again in my life . Because I saw her slightly shy red cheeks, which she had almost hidden under the table . Hui was actually of average appearance, just an ordinary girl of average height and build. Her small, rounded breasts weren't really enough to attract a little pervert like me. But that day after school, we both walked quite late, and we leaned against the outer wall of the playground, talking for over three hours . It turned out she was quite talkative. She told me about her family, her alcoholic father and her ailing mother. This story, which sounded like something out of a novel, actually became reality. She felt I was strong and made her feel safe, and wanted to be with me. I became her boyfriend; it was my first love. Everything was so beautiful: moist lips, delicate red cherries, and a snow-white belly. It was near the end of high school when she invited me to her home. In her bedroom, I remember everything clearly. Her family lived in a small tile-roofed house with a black iron gate at the very end of a small alley. There were three rooms, and she lived in the innermost one. There was a window, but no curtains. I knew why she brought me there, and I didn't refuse. We quietly climbed onto her bed. She hung the curtains on the inside of the bed, and I saw a white handkerchief. She took off her skirt, folded it, and placed it aside. I was really nervous because it was also my first time in a real sense. There were no techniques like those in porn videos; I had forgotten them all. My penis was hard, very hard. My hand stroked her black, curly pubic hair, parting the vibrant, clam-like pubic area. I brought my nose close, took a deep breath, and then stopped. It was about a minute, I can't remember exactly. A scent that no adjective can describe ignited a fire within me. I saw a slippery liquid come out, and my penis sought its source, only to be blocked. I knew what it was. I pushed through, and the pain was like a blade cutting through muscle . Hui cried out softly, her fingertips digging into my arm. We stopped moving. After a short while, I felt it was okay, and I started thrusting like in the videos. As her vagina began to contract, we ejaculated with muffled groans. When I pulled out, I looked down and saw blood on her vaginal opening and my penis, some mine and some hers. She gently wiped it with her white handkerchief and suddenly burst into tears. I panicked a little, but I knew why, so I turned around and hugged her. I said to her, "You'll be mine forever." She smiled through her tears, "Keep this handkerchief. I don't want to go to university anymore. You'll definitely be successful in the future. Just don't forget me . I just hope this first time was with you." "So what are your plans?" I asked her. "I'll find someone to marry as soon as possible and leave this family," she said bitterly . "Jun, don't forget me," she looked like she was about to cry again. I eventually got into a university in the south, and Hui got into a local teachers' college. During the summer vacation after the college entrance exam, Hui stopped coming to see me. I went to...

She went to her family's house, but her family said she wasn't there. I think she was hiding from me, afraid that if we broke up
, it would be even more painful for everyone. Although we had sex, we didn't become obsessed with sex. The intense sadness seemed to make us forget
about sex.
(3)

I ran into Qiang again by chance, and we decided to have a drink together. Afterwards, we sat on the old city
wall in the east of the city and chatted. I told him about Hui from my three years of high school. He looked at me without saying anything. I asked him how it was.
He said he didn't have feelings for girls. I joked, "Do you have feelings for boys?" "Yes," he said. I almost
fell off the wall.

He met a hoodlum in vocational high school. The hoodlum helped him find someone to take the exam for him twice. He was quite loyal, but
he also paid 300 yuan to treat him to a meal each time. He said that the guy lied to him and just wanted to play around with him. He suddenly looked at me
leisurely and said, "I'm not a virgin anymore." I held back my laughter. I wasn't either. He said
he didn't mean that, and then looked at me again. A chill ran through me. Had you let that thug sleep with you? I felt a
pang of jealousy.

An awkward silence followed. After a long while, I said, "Let's go." He said, "
I can do anything Huineng would do for you." I was stunned. He suddenly unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and collapsed to the ground, sobbing.
Then he said, "I can treat you like your woman." I went over, hugged him, and pulled him up. "You've had too much to drink
. My woman doesn't just take her pants off like that." He turned around, hugged me, and cried. I felt terrible too.
In that instant, I realized he liked me, and he was willing to be a woman. My feelings were a jumbled mess.

That night, I went to his house. His mother was happy to see me, because I hadn't been there in a long time. I
used to come more often when I first started high school, but after Huineng came into my second year, I hadn't come at all. His mother heated up some bathwater for us,
and we took showers first. She found me some large tank tops that I had to wear, which looked like bodysuits.
They teased me about my muscles for a while, and then we sat in their yard chatting.

Qiang's mother hoped he would study hard and become successful, but Qiang was just wasting his time at vocational high school. So,
his mother hoped he would find a decent job, a girlfriend, and settle down, so she could
have grandchildren . However, she noticed that none of Qiang's friends were female. Qiang's mother was very talkative and
cheerful, seemingly optimistic and positive. Qiang, on the other hand, was completely unlike his mother. Although only in her early forties, Qiang's mother
went to the park every morning to practice Tai Chi sword with other elderly women. She maintained a very good figure.

I asked, "Auntie, many people are pursuing you, aren't they?" I regretted the question as soon as it left my mouth. Qiang glanced at me fearfully
, and I knew I was in trouble. Qiang's mother froze, speechless for a long time, then seemed to remember something
and said to me, "You two should go to sleep early; we can talk more later.

" That night, Qiang and I chatted for a while before I said I had to go to sleep. Qiang said, "Jun, let's go again. I really
miss your taste." We didn't have any touching or intimacy because I wasn't used to it. I took off
my underwear myself, and he leaned in, inhaling deeply. He grasped the base of my penis with his right hand, letting his tongue swirl around the head.
I looked at him, knowing how much he loved my penis.

He opened his mouth, slowly taking it in and then spitting it out, repeating this motion over and over. I
closed my eyes , feeling it, and leaned back on the bed, comfortably spreading my legs. Suddenly, his head lowered, his tongue
circling my testicles. He sucked them in and then released them, repeatedly. My back began to tingle, and
my toes itched. Suddenly, his strong tongue pressed against my anus, his soft tongue swirling around it—
a sensation Hui had never given me before. I said, "I'm going to cum, take it in with your mouth." He quickly took it in and turned
his body so his buttocks faced me.

I reached out and touched his buttocks; they were still white and tender, and his thighs were white too. My hand
slipped behind him, between his legs, and grasped his penis. It was already soaking wet. I dipped my middle finger in the sticky
fluid and smeared it around his anus, then slowly rubbed it inside. I made piston-like
movements with my middle finger, feeling my penis already painfully hard. I sat up and made him crawl on all fours on the bed. I
smeared more of his fluid on my glans and shaft. I pressed my penis against his anus and thrust in forcefully.
His right hand flipped over and gripped his buttocks tightly, saying, "Brother Jun, fuck me. I'm sorry, my
first time should have been yours."

I said it didn't matter, the past and the future didn't matter, just remember that today you're mine, don't forget.
Because we hadn't used lubricant, he felt a little pain. I said, "Your anus is so tight, I can't ejaculate at all,
just ejaculate in your mouth." I pulled out, and he turned and took it in his mouth, completely ignoring the taste. I
ejaculated a large amount. He swallowed every last drop.

He looked up at me and said, "I want to be your woman." I hugged him, grasped his penis with one hand and began
to stroke it, while slowly thrusting my middle finger into his anus with the other. He closed his eyes, "Ah... Brother Jun... I'm about to cum
!" I laughed, "Okay, but one day you'll have a woman, children. At least your mother would want
that , I can't hurt you." That night, he was as alluring as a woman beside me. I was deeply moved, but I also had
a deep worry.
Author's Note: As a beginner, this is mostly a straightforward narrative. This story is purely fictional; please do not
take it or it may affect your mental or physical health. Because netizens said it was considered "heavy-handed," I added
"heavy-handed" to the title of the post so that those who dislike it will avoid it. Learning to write is also very hard; I need to clearly explain things, but I also want to speed up the process,
which is difficult to balance. I'm learning as I write.

The first five chapters do not include incestuous scenes because of the need for setup. I also liked two chapters in "The Fallen Mother"
that didn't have any explicit content. Because of dissatisfaction, I moved
the content of the sixth chapter, which was originally planned for later, forward. The following section also features many typical wife scenes and child abuse descriptions. Although it is not incest,
the whole story focuses on incest, so it is still named "Luan" and placed in the incest series for easy
reference by enthusiasts. "Stew" implies simmering in warm water, and the flavor will only come later. I hope enthusiasts will support it. If a
certain section does not contain "Luan" content, please do not delete the post even if you do not add gold coins, so as to ensure the logical integrity of the story.

(4) Reunion

Ten years have passed in a flash. During the university holidays, Qiang stayed at my school for a while, and we had sex.

But after graduating from university, we lost touch. This time when I went back to my hometown, I went to see Qiang. Qiang has already made a living
Yes, he was the owner of a small printing factory, driving an old Honda. He married the daughter of a county secretary-general,
a high school teacher in the city, and they had a five-year-old daughter.

He took me to his home, and after exchanging pleasantries with his sister-in-law, Xia, they insisted I stay for dinner and even the night.
I wanted to refuse, but Qiangzi insisted, and Xia said I was Qiang's best friend, even
closer than his wife. Having not seen him for years, I agreed. Knowing Qiang's intentions, I didn't pay much attention to Xia's words.

Qiang told me that his family of three lived in a three-bedroom apartment. Initially, his mother
lived with them to help with the child, but as the child grew older, Xia and Qiang's mother didn't get along, so she moved out. Qiang
's financial situation improved, and he bought his mother a new house in the old town, which made her very happy. I thought since
there was enough room, I'd stay, without giving it much thought… That evening, Xia was preparing dinner in the kitchen, while Qiangzi and I
chatted over tea in the living room. Qiang told me about his marriage to Xia and his small business. Xia
was from a modest family; although her family consisted of town officials, they were wealthier than some county or city leaders.

Xia's grandfather was a retired director of the Quality Supervision Bureau, and her uncle was the head of the town's police station.

Xia and Qiangzi were in their second marriage; without Qiangzi's help, he wouldn't have been able to marry the beautiful and wealthy Xia. After their marriage,
Xia's relatives helped Qiangzi open his current printing factory. He couldn't keep up with the printing business from government agencies, but
he'd made some money in recent years, and life was pretty good. They had a daughter named Hou Yisi, nicknamed Sisi. I
noticed Sisi doodling on a piece of white paper at the dining table next to me, and I asked Qiangzi, "Is your child in an arts
school?"

Qiangzi told me that Sisi had been learning piano since she was four, and she was already quite good at it. "Sisi, go
play your 'Für Elise' for your uncle." "Für Elise, Daddy!" Sisi happily ran to the piano.

Xia came out of the kitchen and said to us, "Dinner's ready." I said, "Sisi, let's eat
first, then you can play." Sisi made a face at me and ran to the kitchen to get the dishes for her mother.
Xia 's cooking was quite good; she prepared the whole meal in less than an hour. Qiangzi opened a bottle of Moutai, and we
chatted as we drank. Soon, we were talking a lot when that familiar piano piece started playing—"Für Elise." The music
was soothing and melodious, and Sisi played it beautifully. Looking at her bright, sparkling eyes, her focused gaze on the keys, her pouting
red lips, and the lock of hair tied up on her head swaying gently with the rhythm, I suddenly felt intoxicated and envious of
Qiang.

After dinner, since we decided to stay, I took a shower, changed my clothes, and sat in the living room while Qiang went to
take a shower. By then, Xia had finished tidying up the kitchen and brewed a pot of tea, so we sat on the sofa and chatted. I casually
asked her if being a teacher was tiring. She said she taught Chinese, so it wasn't tiring; it was just reading texts, writing new words, and
most of the time the students had to memorize on their own.

While she was speaking, I took the opportunity to observe her closely. She did indeed look like a Chinese teacher, a
light-colored business suit that accentuated her mature, curvaceous figure. Her large eyes answered
most of the male students' questions. Her slender fingers were perfect for various pointers. Qiangzi was truly lucky. I didn't dare look too long for fear
of being impolite , and was about to change the subject when Qiangzi came out of the bathroom and said, "Xia, you sleep with the child tonight, I
'll catch up with Ajun." Xia agreed and went to take a shower.

Qiangzi came over and lit a cigarette. I asked him in a low voice, "How have you been these past few years?" He took a sip of tea and continued, "Keeping
women and doing business, although it's not as exciting as watching porn. But marriage is necessary. I'm fulfilling
my responsibilities as a man, but I don't know what's missing."

Looking at Qiangzi, I knew he had truly grown up; anyone with feelings in their heart will grow up. "Don't be
ungrateful," I reminded Qiang. Heh, Qiang didn't say anything, then suddenly asked, "Are you done drinking?" I understood what he meant.
"Let's go, let's find another place." We said goodbye to Xia, and I put on a jacket and came out.

(V) Prostitution

The early autumn evening was already chilly. I followed him for a while, hailed a taxi, and went inside.
We arrived at a hotel; the hotel was nicely decorated, looking like a four-star establishment. The third floor of the hotel was a bar, and
the fourth floor was a KTV. Qiang knew the area well; he led me up to the third floor and we sat down in a corner of the bar. We ordered
a bottle Hennessy VSOP.

When the bartender came to open the bottle, he asked Qiang, "Anything else you need?" "Go get two really clean ones, these are
my buddies." The bartender whispered, "They're all gone after ten o'clock. Really clean ones are available, but they're very expensive, four thousand
in total , I'll take a thousand." I didn't hear what Qiang whispered. Qiang handed the bartender a stack of money, and the bartender left.

We drank slowly, very slowly. I knew Qiang had something on his mind.

Suddenly, Qiang said, "I want a divorce, but I'm afraid." I understood what he meant. "She's seeing someone else?" "Her
heart isn't here." "Then get a divorce, but what about the children? What's the other person like?" "He's their school's
PE teacher." "You're afraid of the children, aren't you? Then bring her back to your side."

"My marriage was a compromise from the beginning. Deep down, she has no respect for me."

"But you've been good to her, I believe you."

"She's a slut!" Qiang said fiercely.

Actually, I thought Xia was nice, just a bit arrogant and needed some discipline, but I didn't say anything.

Suddenly, we drank very quickly; more than half a bottle was gone. Then two college-aged
girls , wearing jeans and large-collared jackets, both with short hair and pretty faces. They asked hesitantly, "Are you
Brother Qiang?" Qiang nodded and then said to me, "Let's go upstairs." The bartender came over, said a few words to Qiang,
gave him a room key, and we went upstairs.

This was our first time going to a prostitute together. They were indeed very young and high-class, probably local college students
trying earn some pocket money. One was tall and thin, named Wenjun, and the other was of medium height and well-proportioned, named Aying.

I was with Aying. Underneath her coat, she was wearing something very sexy—a camisole and stockings. Nothing new.
She routinely gave me oral sex first. I lay on the bed watching her, then glanced at Qiangzi and Wenjun through the window.
Wenjun eyes half-closed, was already vigorously moving up and down Qiangzi's body. Her slender back was
the part of my gaze; the perfect curves slid from her shoulders down to her slightly upturned buttocks, then back to Qiangzi's hard
lines , like a soft sail bobbing on the waves. With each rhythmic rise and fall, wave after wave of lust permeated
the frenzy of desire.

I seemed to be infected by the sensation too. I lifted Aying up, pinned her hands behind her back, and pressed her onto the bed,
starting to thrust into her from behind. Then I gently stroked her neck and chest. Aying's breasts were
exaggeratedly large, not my preferred size, but the elasticity was just right. I kneaded and pulled them vigorously.

Because I had been drinking, I didn't feel anything in my lower body, only an unbearable hardness.

After thrusting about a hundred more times, Aying's body suddenly shuddered, a tightness spreading from below. Aying
began to convulse. I pressed down hard on her buttocks, letting her experience the frenzy of orgasm. She began to moan loudly,
and then ejaculated profusely. I knew she was a virgin, because older women rarely produce this much fluid. Aying
turned to look at me, her face flushed. Seeing that I hadn't ejaculated yet, she was a little shy and bent down to give me oral sex.

I glanced at Qiangzi and saw Wenjun biting her lip, her eyes half-closed,
moaning as if she wanted to die. Qiangzi thrust frantically, each stroke harder than the last, as if he wanted to kill Wenjun with his thrusts.
There was no climax, only slightly heavy breathing from the alcohol. Wenjun was already exhausted. She sat up, hugged Qiangzi's waist,
and twisted her buttocks, grinding her penis against
his shaft. Suddenly, she increased the pace, her moans abruptly cut off, suppressed in her throat. She collapsed into Qiangzi's arms.

I knew it was because we had been drinking that we could go on for over an hour without ejaculating. The two girls were in a terrible state. I
told Aying, "Let's not ejaculate tonight, let's sleep. I'll ejaculate tomorrow morning." Aying looked at me gratefully, stripped naked,
and ran to the bathroom to shower. Who knows whose sisters they are? I didn't want to ruin his health.

Qiangzi hadn't ejaculated the night before either; we really did have another round of intense sex the next morning before he finally ejaculated. Then we ate breakfast at
the hotel and took a taxi back to Qiangzi's house. When I got back, it was past work hours. I ran into Qiangzi
's wife, Xia, coming out of her house. She was wearing a black wool coat and brown high boots, looking very professional—a beautiful
Chinese teacher. I greeted her; she had two classes in the morning, so she was leaving.

After Xia left, I noticed Qiang's worries and said, "Qiang, do you trust me? Can I sleep with your wife?"

"You slut, do whatever you want, we're brothers," I said. "Then it's settled, I'll help you."
(VI) The Secret

We went home and made some tea. The effects of the alcohol had completely worn off. Qiang said he wanted to go back to the company. I said, "Give
me the address so I can visit your mother." I took out the gift I had prepared beforehand from my bag, took the address,
and went out to catch a ride to Qiang's mother's place. Qiang drove to the company himself and didn't drop me off since it wasn't on his way. He said
he would pick me up later that night.

Qiang's mother lived in an old town area, but it was a quiet garden amidst the hustle and bustle—Unit 7, 5th floor of the Cotton Mill Community.

I found it easily. Climbing five floors was already a bit tiring; it must have been quite a height for a woman in her fifties.

I rang the doorbell, and a moment later Qiang's mother came out. "Auntie, A-Jun has come to see you." I bowed and
nodded to greet her.

Qiang's mother covered her face, looking very surprised. "A-Jun, it's been ten years! Come in quickly."

The room was a two-bedroom apartment, with one bedroom and the other serving as a study with a sofa bed.

"Auntie, do you live alone?" I asked as I sat down in the living room. Auntie didn't answer, but brought
over a teacup and a fruit plate. "Would you like an apple? I'll peel it for you," she said after a moment's thought. "Auntie, you forgot, I
don't peel apples."

Auntie sat down next to me and began to look at me carefully, muttering, "Even more handsome now." I smiled and looked down,
then stole a glance at Auntie's attire: pink socks, black leggings, and a light yellow sweater. Her body still looked
healthy and full. I looked up and saw Auntie still staring at me, her eyes still bright and radiant, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Auntie, this is for you." I took out a small gift box containing a pair of
platinum bracelets and a pair of diamond earrings that I had chosen at Chow Tai Fook before I arrived.

Auntie was delighted with them, and I said, "Try them on." Then I placed Qiang's mother's hand on my lap, picked up
a bracelet, and put it on her wrist. Her hand was still soft and smooth. "It's beautiful, and it suits you perfectly," I said. Qiang
's mother was so excited that she couldn't speak. "Let me put the earrings on you too." I moved closer to Qiang's mother, and she turned to face me.

I gently touched her earlobe and put the earrings on her wrist. "You're like my own son," Qiang's mother
said happily. "Does Qiang come often after he got married?" I asked. Qiang's mother didn't answer.

Qiang has changed a lot. I talked to Qiang's mother about Qiang, but she remained silent. Just
when I sensed that the atmosphere was a little strange, Qiang's mother suddenly said, "A-Jun, I know that Qiang and you were very close back then." The word "close" was spoken very softly,
almost inaudibly, but I knew it was like a thunderclap before a storm. I understood what she meant, and my heart tightened. Qiang's mother
didn't continue, suddenly sobbing. "It's all because I was a child and didn't understand things. Now I'm all grown up," I explained.

"Don't lie to me, I know everything. How is Qiang since you came back?" Qiang's mother asked worriedly.

"We're fine, Auntie," I clarified. "That's good. You know
how difficult it is for Qiang, with his personality. These words have been like a huge stone in my heart all these years. If I hadn't told you, maybe no one else in my life could have
. You and Qiang are like my own sons, I watched you grow up." Auntie sobbed again, sighed after a long time
, and then told me her secret.

Qiang's mother had long noticed that something was wrong with Qiang because he never had a girlfriend. She introduced him to
girls . At first, Qiang pretended to agree, but then disappeared. After I went to university, every summer, Qiang would
find various excuses to come to our school.

Qiang's mother suspected and gradually became convinced. Qiang's mother finally decided to have a serious talk with Qiang. It was during that talk that Qiang's mother
said a lot about sex and love, as if she had suddenly
said . Qiang listened quietly, then buried his face in her arms and cried, then sobbed uncontrollably, finally calling "Mommy," "
Mommy ." She was truly heartbroken. She was an adult; what did she care about? But
seeing a twenty-something-year-old crying like a three-year-old shattered her heart. This was a life lesson a mother hadn't taught her child, and
she decided to make up for it.

She stripped naked in front of her son, then stripped him naked as well. She stroked his penis, kissing it
until it became erect. She grabbed his hand and made him touch her breasts, then forced his fingers into
her vagina, the vagina of this unfit mother. She even parted her dark purple labia with her hands. She swayed
her plump, , enticing him to penetrate her. But after a few thrusts, he ejaculated. She
couldn't see his excitement or cries of orgasm, and she felt a pang of frustration. Her only hope was that Qiang liked to...
Playing with her anus, surprisingly, gave her a strange feeling.

The second time, she performed oral sex on her son even more diligently, licking from his anus to the glans and then thrusting on it.
To let her son experience the pleasure a woman could bring, she also tried inserting her tongue into his anus,
spitting all over it, and then inserting her fingers. While thrusting her fingers in and out, she licked his penis with her tongue, making vigorous
thrusting motions. Finally, her son grabbed her head and forcefully thrust his hips into her mouth, finally ejaculating with a low growl
into her mouth. She was very happy because she felt her son was becoming a man, even though she had turned herself into a slut
to achieve this.

However, she was still unsure whether her son's ejaculation was due to her oral sex or her fingering

his anus. Which one was more important? She later came to a conclusion through careful observation.

Her son actually preferred her oral sex; the super pleasure brought by his wet mother's tongue made him
ejaculate faster and more violently. If she simply used her fingers to stimulate his anus, although her son also showed pleasure, he often
suffered from pain due to insufficient lubrication. Her son said that it was even more painful when he defecated afterwards.

More importantly, she wanted her son to experience more pleasure while fucking her cunt. Only then would
everything she did have meaning. That day, Qiang woke up very late. She saw that Qiang's little brother on the bed was pushing the blanket high, and
she felt it was time. She threw off the blanket, took off her clothes, and then chose a position where she sat on top of her son. She

slowly moved down on her son's penis. There was no dryness because she was already soaking wet.
As she began to rotate her plump buttocks, her son woke up, called out "Mom," and then hugged her, sucking on her
breasts . That position made her feel incredibly comfortable. After a while, the flesh inside her vagina began to contract, tightly gripping
her son's penis.

She felt the world spinning, she began to cry, her soul ascended to the sky, she was going to die. After her son
ejaculated , he hugged his mother tightly and said, "Mom, I've never experienced such pleasure. I'm so happy,
this is something men can't give me." "Mom, can I fuck your ass too?" he asked, forcefully kissing her mouth.

“What else is impossible? For you, Mom would die.” Qiang continued kissing his mother, sticking out
his tongue —the same tongue that had just licked her son’s anus, still tingling. Having her in her son’s mouth, she felt like she was experiencing
love again.

Later, her son prepared a lot of lubricant, intending to penetrate her anus. But no matter how much lubricant, it was useless
; the moment his penis entered her anus, a tearing pain shot through her
. She couldn’t bear it, and her son gave up when he saw how much pain she was in. But beyond the inexplicable pain, she felt a strange anticipation of trying.

In the end, she couldn’t let her son compare

the pleasure , but at least she let him experience the wonder of a woman’s vagina. Later, Qiang also started having
relationships with women, which brought her comfort.

Qiang’s mother told me all this in one breath, saying things a woman would never say, like
a whore who had given up everything. But also like a thief who had confessed, with an indifferent ease. Later
, I asked, "Later, Qiang got a girlfriend, but he still wanted to sleep with me. I refused because I felt I had
fulfilled my mission, and going any further would be like falling into an abyss, which would harm him."

"Jun, is Auntie shameless now? She's not even as good as a prostitute." I said, "No, that's part of
maternal love , it's an overcorrection. I actually think you're a very great mother." When I
said that, this fifty-year-old woman seemed like a fifteen-year-old girl in front of me, suddenly showing more
restraint and shame after confessing.

"Actually, since Qiang's father left us, I've been living like a widow. Apart from having a relationship with Qiang,
I haven't touched any other man."

I said, "I don't know what Qiang thinks, but now he's very filial, which means he understands everything.

You don't mind me telling you my inner thoughts?" Looking

at Qiang's mother, who was as shy as a young girl, I suddenly felt an overwhelming
surge of could distract me, but the blushing
face of this mother who was willing to commit incest for her son, so foolish, stirred my heart.

"Actually, my mother and I also had that kind of relationship. I understand." "This is the first time in my life I've
opened my heart, telling you the story deep within my soul.

Qiang's mother wanted me to help him return to normal sexual relations and bravely confess his feelings. And

my subsequent confession? It's because at this moment I've truly fallen for this fifty-year-old woman.

" "Ah?" Qiang's mother was surprised and excited, her expression strange yet endearing.

"Although my mother didn't let me penetrate her vagina, she did give me oral sex, and letting me
use my fingers on her vagina and anus could be considered incestuous and rebellious, right?" "I began to calmly and slowly recount my
story . Qiang's mother listened quietly, not daring to utter a sound of agreement.

It was one day after school when I was in elementary school. When I got home, the door was accidentally unlocked.
As I pushed the door open into the living room, I unexpectedly witnessed my parents having sex. But I didn't quite understand. My mother wasn't lying face down; she was bent over
on the kang (a heated brick bed), her hands and feet propped up on the kang, her knees straight. My father was kneeling behind my mother, earnestly licking between her legs,
from her labia to her anus.

I was looking into their bedroom from the living room window, because the living room and their bedroom were connected. I
could hear their heavy breathing. At that time, although I couldn't accurately say what they were doing,..." A particularly sordid feeling welled up
inside me , because in my heart, my mother was utterly sacred.

I couldn't look any further, because I felt the whole world had suddenly changed within me, completely changed.
My mother, who used to lecture me every day, seemed like a female dog, bending over with her rear end exposed, doing what I
vaguely believed to be the most filthy thing imaginable. I ran, ran a long way. I couldn't understand, and I didn't want to go home.
But when it got dark, I had no choice but to go home.

When I got home, my parents already knew what had happened from the noise I made running out.
They chose to remain silent, only my mother secretly asked me, "What did you see?" I didn't answer, just
glared at her fiercely.

After that, I completely ignored my mother, no matter what she said. I didn't want to go home after school; I practically
became a wild child, even though my grades were decent.

During my middle school years, my father became a company owner and was often away from home.

My mother seemed to want to improve our relationship. She said to me, "Since your dad isn't coming back, why don't you
sleep ? It's awfully cold in yours." She invited me to sleep in her room that night. I didn't mind, since
my mother's room had a stove, so I agreed.

Normally, there's nothing wrong with a mother and son sleeping on the same kang (heated brick bed), but one night something happened that changed my life forever.

That night, I woke up in the middle of the night to pee. Looking back at my
mother, who was sleeping face down with her back to me, I noticed that she was so hot that her thighs and buttocks were sticking out of the blanket. I wanted to pull
the blanket up for her, but my thoughts changed at that moment.

At that time, my mother was a renowned beauty, while my father was a notorious rogue. My father was able to
marry my mother because of his boldness; he dared to do things that other men his age wouldn't. Although my
mother was already thirty-five when I was in junior high school, she was still tall and slender at 1.66 meters, with a slender figure, firm and elastic
breasts, and a pert, tender bottom. Most men would drool over her. Plus, her skin was incredibly fair; she was
a beauty came out of the crowd. That's what I think now, but back then I just thought of her as my mother, very
pretty, and didn't think much more about it.

I was in junior high then, and I often watched pornographic videos, knowing about sex, but I had never
seen what a real woman looked like. Curiosity drove me to want to see what my mother's private parts looked like.

I secretly peeked up from under her panties, but all I could see was dark pubic hair. Then I
got bolder. I tried to pull down her loose panties, and surprisingly,
I did it easily.

I was incredibly excited; my heart was pounding. I was afraid my mother would find out. Although I often disobeyed her, I was
still very afraid of her.

Mom turned over and lay flat on her back, pulling the blanket over herself, but didn't wake up.

Her legs were still naturally spread apart, exposing her genitals. I wanted to touch them, so I reached out
my finger to touch the red labia majora amidst the black pubic hair. Mom's legs moved slightly, but she didn't wake up.

I had to penetrate her, to see what it was like; my desire made me willing to become a bastard. My hand began
to part her labia and insert it, downwards, but couldn't go in. I tried to go further down, but suddenly my hand was grabbed by another hand. "Ugh
!" I instinctively jumped back and saw Mom looking at me in surprise.

After a moment of silence, Mom said, "Come here." I told Mom, "What did you see that day? Why did you hate Mom so much?" Unexpectedly, Mom asked me about what happened back then. Actually, I am completely different
now, more mature, and have completely accepted those things. "I just want to know what it was like? Is that okay?" I said coldly, using a question as an answer. "Why?" Mom asked, puzzled. "I just want to know if I don't know. What's the 'why'? If you won't tell me, fine, I'll ask someone else." I showed no sign of yielding or admitting my mistake. "Okay, I'll show you, but don't tell anyone." Mom lay down , indicating that I could. I crawled over and carefully parted Mom's labia. Even though Mom agreed, I was still so nervous . My hands were trembling. Mom bent her legs so I could get closer to her. She suddenly grabbed my hand and guided my middle finger into her vagina. I felt her juices flowing out, but without Mom's hand, I couldn't find the hidden opening below. I started imitating the movements in the video, using my hand to probe and thrust. I saw Mom half-closing her eyes, moaning weakly. Her hand gripped mine tightly as she began to move herself, thrusting in and out. Later I realized it wasn't me moving; it was her moving. Her waist twisted, and because Mom was very slender with a prominent buttocks, the movements appeared exaggerated. Every time my index finger entered her vagina, my hand would hit her protruding pubic bone, making a slapping sound. What a slutty mother. That night I saw a lewd mother. Afterwards, she hugged me, begging me not to blame her, and then said many bad things about my father. I was fine, except my penis was incredibly hard. I asked my mother what to do, and this slutty mother looked at me painfully and said hypocritically, "Son, no, semen is the most important thing for a man, don't waste it, save it up." But a moment later she bent down and took my penis into her mouth, like a baby with a lollipop happily starting to thrust headfirst. In less than two minutes, my semen gushed out. This lewd mother drank it all down like milk. It was really difficult for me to recall and narrate this, and it was intermittent. Qiang's mother asked me, "Later, your mother let you insert your fingers into her anus?" I continued, and at that time, my mother was afraid that my father would have affairs, so she would satisfy whatever asked for. But in the end, what she feared always came true. In the perverted sex between my father and her, she became obsessed with the humiliation and abuse my father inflicted on her anus, and she could also find . That was when my father was often away from home. She would use the excuse of fulfilling some small requests of mine to tease me, but more importantly was to release and satisfy her sexual desires without anyone else knowing. The most memorable instance was when she asked me to insert my finger into her vagina. She herself inserted one finger into her anus from behind, and my finger, inserted into her vagina, could touch her finger through the vaginal wall. Seeing her pained expression, I was curious and asked, "Mom, is your anus itchy? Do you want me to help you?" "Itchy, no, ah, you can put it in." My mother was in a semi-hysterical state. I pulled her labored hand out and tentatively inserted my right index finger. Surprisingly, my mother's anus was also wet and soft. My two index fingers met inside my mother's vagina and anus through a membrane. I began thrusting, and my mother, like a music box that had been opened, started moaning and groaning, "Ah, fuck my slutty cunt, fuck my little slutty cunt, fuck me to death, ah, I can't take it anymore, son." I was astonished that inserting my fingers into my mother's anus had such a strange effect on her. I have to admit my mother's promiscuity; perhaps promiscuity flows in my veins too. I seem to understand matters between men and women earlier ; I have my own thoughts, preferences, and discernment. I don't like my mother because her sex only brings foolish and simple pleasure. But sex with love is different. Like the strong mother's sex that brought strength, yet it brought a positive and uplifting life. My mother listened carefully to my confession and my insights; her gaze towards me was no longer...

Then there was the expression on the injured woman's face. Her eyes held the allure of a mature woman, and we seemed to see right through each other, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. We both knew what kind of desire
lay behind this frankness . (VIII) In Love I embraced Qiang's mother. As expected, she did not resist, struggle, or question. We seemed to understand each other. I bent down and kissed Qiang's mother's lips. For a long time, our two greedy tongues intertwined. I felt a surge of passion rushing towards me. I turned and picked her up, carrying her into her bedroom. We took off our clothes, and I laid my white vest under her. She, Qiang's mother, my bride at this moment, was as nervous as a virgin, her legs curled up, her eyes slightly closed, breathing heavily. My hands gently caressed her entire body, from her earlobes to her cheeks, from her neck to her breasts, from her nipples to her navel, from her pubic hair to her pubic bone, every inch of her skin, every pore, was carefully caressed. The woman, though past her prime, still possessed a captivating charm. Her skin remained fair and smooth, though not as delicate as a young girl's, it held a mature allure. She was probably less than 1.6 meters tall, slightly plump, but with a very taut waist. Her breasts were exceptionally large, likely a 40D. When my fingertips touched her vulva, I was surprised to find glistening fluids flowing freely, like a river. But today, I wanted my bride's virginity not from that ripe vulva, but from that unopened bud. A virgin bride. I lifted her legs, revealing her tightly closed, wrinkled vulva. I directed the flow to her chrysanthemum. She seemed to understand my intention, her eyes showing fear. Yet, she still submitted, her expression resigned. I slowly inserted one finger, then pulled it out, each time bringing in some of her vaginal fluid. Soon it was fully lubricated. The in-and-out motion of my finger made Qiang's mother groan uncontrollably. Throughout the process, I tried not to touch her already erect vagina, keeping her aroused but unable to release her desire. Once my fingers had taught Qiang's mother the rhythm of her anal contractions, I began to dilate her anus, inserting two fingers and lubricating it thoroughly with her vaginal fluid. I patiently waited for Qiang's mother's anus to learn to contract and relax on its own. Then I began to use my index fingers to probe inside, then spread her anus apart. Just as Qiang's mother was about to reach her limit of endurance from my anal stimulation , I pulled out my fingers and began to tease the chrysanthemum I was about to penetrate with my tongue. "Ah..." Qiang's mother let out a deep sound from within. I picked up Qiang's mother and gestured for her to sit on my penis, so she could take the lead and use the techniques I had just taught her without getting hurt. He stepped over me, saw my penis, and his surprise was palpable. "No, absolutely not, it'll break." Indeed, this penis, as thick as a baby's forearm, was something her husband and Qiangzi had never had, and she had never experienced before. "Trust me, sit down," I encouraged her. Her burning desire couldn't be deterred by . She slowly sat down, straining like she was defecating. When the head of my penis entered, I grabbed her plump buttocks and thrust upwards forcefully. Qiangzi screamed like a pig being slaughtered, "It hurts!" I held her still, and when her voice subsided, she said, "Please, please." She didn't want me to pull out. I began to slowly thrust, smearing the back of my penis with the stream water, gradually making it more lubricated. Her intestinal walls also began to secrete mucus as if she were about to defecate. The thrusting became faster and faster, and I could hear the loud thud of my penis hitting her plump buttocks. This was when I started to insert my fingers into her vagina, my thumb pressing against her vaginal opening. The penis inside her anus was already at its maximum forward thrust, each time hitting Qiang's mother's hard stool. "Ah, Jun, fuck me, fuck me to death, I can't take it anymore!" " Ah, Qiangzi, Mom's a slut!" Qiang's mother started babbling incoherently. The vaginal canal I was pressing with my thumb began to spasm, and I quickly pulled my finger out of her vagina, a gush of fluid gushing out. I increased the pressure with my thumb, and another gush of fluid gushed out—squirt. I think this was Qiang's mother's first time experiencing this. A woman who has ejaculated is like a puddle of mud, but at this moment you can't leave her body. I laid Qiang's mother on her side beside me, and I lay down on her back, my penis still inside her anus. This penetration was revolutionary. I asked Qiang's mother, "Does it hurt? My little darling?" "It hurt at first, but it's okay now. Am I your darling?" I started kissing her hair, ears , and cheeks from behind. "I've taken your virginity, you're mine from now on." When Qiang's mother heard me say this, she choked . I stopped talking. Was there really a future? But I knew that when I penetrated her anus, I had also penetrated her soul; she was now my darling . I pulled my penis out and picked her up from behind. "Come on, baby, let's go poop." I carried her to the toilet seat, holding her like I was holding a baby. "Stop it, put me down," Qiang's mother said coquettishly in my arms. "To prove you're my little darling." "At this moment, her poop really did peek out of her anus." Of course, it wasn't intentional on Qiang's mother's part; it was because her anus was slightly incontinent after I had just finished with her. Qiang's mother quickly covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, and I watched as a large black string slipped out and fell into the toilet. I flushed the toilet and put her down without wiping her bottom. We took a hot shower together and cuddled for a while. The phone in the living room rang, and I realized it was already past four in the afternoon. It was Qiang calling, saying he would be there in an hour. I sat in the living room, and Qiang's mother tidied up the house, changed her clothes, came out, sat beside me, and lay down in my arms. Like a fifteen-year-old girl , she was shy and bashful. "Was it good just now?" I asked Qiang's mother. "It was good. How did you do that? I've never felt anything like it before. This is a real orgasm, right? You didn't even ejaculate?" Actually, I had just ejaculated yesterday, so my libido wasn't high . I only deflowered Qiang's mother today to possess her. Obviously, she had fallen in love with that crazy feeling. "Come here and suck me," I begged. Qiang's mother unzipped my pants, revealing my still hard and hot penis. She brought it up, smelled it, and then happily took it in, her tongue swirling around, her head tilting downwards deeply.

I inserted myself, almost deep, and reached out to pull out her two huge breasts from her collar. Qiang's mother cleverly used
her breasts to create a cleavage. I inserted myself from below, spitting saliva on top for lubrication. I said, "Qiang's mother, you
know so much, do you watch porn?"

Qiang's mother smiled and replied, "Don't ask." This was considered an admission.

I was about to ejaculate, so I pulled Qiang's mother's head away. She stared at me with wide eyes and opened her mouth. I started
masturbating in front of her and then ejaculated into her mouth. As a result, it sprayed
all . Qiang's mother swallowed the semen in her mouth and then used her hands and tongue to clean the semen from other places. Finally
, she ran to the bathroom and cleaned the semen from her hair in front of the mirror.

(1) Childhood Play

A-Qiang is my neighbor. We have been playing together since we were six or seven years old. Everyone calls me A-Jun. Thinking back carefully, the game we played the most was marbles. It was a really boring and dull gray childhood.

Qiang's hometown is Hubei. I don't know why he came to Hebei. I don't remember much from my early childhood, but I do remember one time when my mother was working the night shift and entrusted me to Qiang's mother's care. I ate dinner with her and saw them eating raw garlic shoots, just dipped in soy sauce. I was curious but didn't eat any. That memory is very vivid, and to this day, I've never eaten raw garlic shoots.

They never mentioned Qiang's father, and I've never met him. Qiang was timid and insecure. He was like my little follower, always playing with me. Although he was a little older than me, he always seemed a bit slow. We went to elementary school together. Qiang was often bullied. I remember once in fourth grade, he got into a fight on the playground and was pinned to the ground. I saw it, ran over, and kicked the guy in the face. The

guy got some backup, cursed a few times, and ran away. Later, he brought back some helpers to seek revenge,
one of whom was actually a distant relative of mine—it was quite funny. In the end, nothing came of it. Later, I
told Qiang, "You're my good friend, I won't let anyone bully you." He lowered his head and didn't say anything, but I knew
he was listening.

In junior high, we started watching porn together. When we got really into it, my little brother would get hard. So I
made him take off his pants. I would masturbate while touching his butt, and sometimes I would curiously touch his
anus. He didn't say anything, he just endured it.

I remember that time was the last time before the junior high exams. We rented a videotape and secretly played it at home.
We drew all the curtains, closed the door, and I leaned against the sofa. He was leaning against my legs. We were watching a
pornographic film. The female protagonist was screaming exaggeratedly, with her naked, white, and voluptuous body.

My sexual desire was mostly aroused by her screams. I put my left hand into my crotch. My little brother was
already too sensitive to touch. For some reason, my right hand touched Qiang's face at that time. He turned around
and looked at me, his eyes were very confused. "Put it in your mouth," I said, holding his penis. I thought he would dodge
or ignore me, but after glancing at me, he actually brought his head closer, then stopped at his mouth.
I don't remember exactly how long it lasted, maybe a minute, because I didn't know, and I was a little scared. He
suddenly took it in.

Before he could even move it up and down, I pressed his head down with my hand and ejaculated forcefully. This is a
moment will never forget. This wasn't homosexuality; it was just
a game between two ignorant kids watching porn, at least that's what I thought at the time. He swallowed my semen, glanced at me, wiped his mouth,
and continued watching the video as if nothing had happened.

I don't remember much after that, but I remember he pulled his pants down to his knees and lay on my lap. I touched
his buttocks, occasionally touching his anus, and I ejaculated again, but this time in the toilet paper. I didn't
let him use his mouth again because I didn't know why I felt uncomfortable, even though my penis felt incredibly good.
Maybe I still had some conscience back then. After graduating from junior high, we saw each other less, only spending time
together .
(2)

After graduating from junior high school, I went to study at a high school in the county town. I had a girlfriend named Hui. She was my deskmate,
the quiet and sensible type. You could hardly hear her make a sound. Until one day, she
wrote a sentence in pencil on a scrap paper with a question mark, which surprised me,
her deskmate who usually didn't pay much attention to her. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

I looked at her but didn't say anything. But I found that she was really pretty at that time, and I could never see
such beauty again in my life. Because I saw her slightly shy red cheeks, which she had almost hidden under the table
. Hui was actually of average appearance, just an ordinary girl who was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. Her small breasts were
really not enough to attract me, a little pervert.

But that day after school, we both left quite late. We leaned against the outer wall of the playground and talked for more than three
hours . It turned out that she was quite talkative. She told me about her family, her alcoholic father and her sick
mother. This plot, which sounded like a novel, really became a reality. She felt I was strong and
made her feel safe, and wanted to be with me. So I became her boyfriend; it was my first love.

Everything was so beautiful: moist lips, delicate red cherries, and a snow-white belly. It was near
the end of high school when she called me to her house. In her bedroom, I remember
everything clearly. Her family lived in a small tile-roofed house with a black iron gate at the very end of a narrow alley. There were three rooms,
and she lived in the innermost one. There was a window but no curtains.

I knew her intention in bringing me there, and I didn't refuse. We quietly climbed onto her bed. She
hung the curtains on the inside of the bed, and I saw a white handkerchief. She took off her skirt, folded it, and put it aside. I
was really nervous because it was also my first time in the truest sense. There were no techniques from pornographic videos;
I had forgotten them all. My penis was hard, very hard.

My hand stroked her black, curly pubic hair, parting the vibrant, clam-like vulva. I brought my nose close,
took a deep breath, and then stopped. It lasted for about a minute; I can't remember exactly. An
indescribable scent ignited a fire within me. I saw the slippery liquid
emerge, and my penis, seeking its source, got stuck. I knew what it was. Pushing through, a sharp pain, like a blade slicing through
muscle , made Hui moan softly. Her fingertips dug into my arm. We remained still. After a short while, I
felt it was alright, and I began thrusting like in the video. As her vagina began to contract, we
ejaculated with muffled groans.

When I pulled out, I looked down and saw blood on her vaginal opening and on my penis, some mine and
some hers. She gently wiped it with her white handkerchief and suddenly burst into tears. I panicked a little,
but I knew why, so I turned around and hugged her. I said to her, "You'll be mine forever." She
smiled through her tears, "Keep this handkerchief. I don't want to go to university anymore. You'll definitely be successful in the future. Just don't forget me
. I just hope this first time was with you."

"So what are your plans?" I asked her. "Find someone to marry as soon as possible and leave this family," she said
bitterly . "Jun, don't forget me," she looked like she was about to cry again. I eventually got into a university in the south,
and Hui got into a local teachers' college. During the summer vacation after the college entrance exam, Hui stopped coming to see me. I went to
her house to look for her, but her family said she wasn't home. I think she was avoiding me, afraid that a breakup would be even more painful for both of us.
Although we had sex, we didn't indulge in lust. That intense sadness seemed to make us forget
about sex.
(3)

One day, I unexpectedly ran into Qiang again, and we decided to have a drink together. Afterwards, we sat on the old city
wall in the east of the city and chatted. I told him about Hui from my three years of high school, and he looked at me without saying anything. I asked him how it was.
He said he didn't have feelings for girls. I joked, "Do you have feelings for boys?" "Yes," he said. I almost
fell off the wall.

He met a hoodlum in vocational high school, and the hoodlum helped him find someone to take the exam for him twice, which was quite loyal, but
he also paid 300 yuan to treat him to a meal each time. He said that the guy lied to him and just wanted to play around with him. He suddenly looked at me
leisurely and said, "I'm not a virgin anymore." I held back my laughter. I wasn't either. He said
he didn't mean that, and then looked at me again. I felt a chill. Did you let that hoodlum sleep with you? I felt a little
jealous.

Then there was an awkward silence. After a long time, I said, "Let's go." He said, "
I can do anything Hui can for you." I was stunned. He suddenly unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and lay face down on the ground, sobbing.
Then he said, "I can treat you like your woman." I went over, hugged him, and pulled him up. "You've had too much to drink
. My woman doesn't just take her pants off like that." He turned around, hugged me, and cried. I felt very sad too.
In that instant, I suddenly realized that he liked me, and that he was willing to be a woman. My feelings were truly mixed.

That night, I went to his house. His mother was very happy to see me, because I hadn't been there in a long time. I
used to come more often when I first started high school, but after Hui came into my second year, I hadn't come anymore. His mother heated up some bath water for us,
and we took a shower first. His mother found me a few tank tops that I had to wear, which looked like bodysuits.
They teased me about my muscles for a while, and then we sat in their yard chatting.

Qiang's mother hoped that Qiang could study hard and become successful, but Qiang was just wasting his time at vocational high school. So
Qiang's mother hoped he could find a decent job, a girlfriend, and settle down, so she could
have a grandchild . However, she noticed that none of Qiang's friends were women. Qiang's mother was very talkative and
cheerful, seemingly optimistic and positive. Qiang, on the other hand, was completely unlike her mother. Although only in her early forties, Qiang's mother
went to the park every morning to practice Tai Chi sword with the other elderly women. She maintained a very good figure.

I asked, "Auntie, many people are pursuing you, aren't they?" I regretted the question as soon as it left my mouth. Qiang glanced
at me fearfully, and I knew I'd made a mistake. Qiang's mother froze, remaining silent for a long time. Then, as if remembering something, she
said to me, "You two should go to sleep early; we can talk more later.

" That night, Qiang and I chatted for a while before I said I had to go to sleep. Qiang said, "Jun, let's go again. I really
miss your taste." We didn't have any touching or intimacy because I wasn't used to it. I took off
my underwear myself, and he leaned in, inhaling deeply. He grasped the base of my penis with his right hand, letting his tongue swirl around the head.
I looked at him, knowing how much he loved my penis.

He opened his mouth, slowly taking it in and then spitting it out, repeating this motion over and over. I
closed my eyes , feeling it, and leaned back on the bed, comfortably spreading my legs. Suddenly, his head lowered, his tongue
circling my testicles. He sucked them in and then released them, repeatedly. My back began to tingle, and
my toes itched. Suddenly, his strong tongue pressed against my anus, his soft tongue swirling around it—
a sensation Hui had never given me before. I said, "I'm going to cum, take it in with your mouth." He quickly took it in and turned
his body so his buttocks faced me.

I reached out and touched his buttocks; they were still white and tender, and his thighs were white too. My hand
slipped behind him, between his legs, and grasped his penis. It was already soaking wet. I dipped my middle finger in the sticky
fluid and smeared it around his anus, then slowly rubbed it inside. I made piston-like
movements with my middle finger, feeling my penis already painfully hard. I sat up and made him crawl on all fours on the bed. I
smeared more of his fluid on my glans and shaft. I pressed my penis against his anus and thrust in forcefully.
His right hand flipped over and gripped his buttocks tightly, saying, "Brother Jun, fuck me. I'm sorry, my
first time should have been yours."

I said it didn't matter, the past and the future didn't matter, just remember that today you're mine, don't forget.
Because we hadn't used lubricant, he felt a little pain. I said, "Your anus is so tight, I can't ejaculate at all,
just ejaculate in your mouth." I pulled out, and he turned and took it in his mouth, completely ignoring the taste. I
ejaculated a large amount. He swallowed every last drop.

He looked up at me and said, "I want to be your woman." I hugged him, grasped his penis with one hand and began
to stroke it, while the other hand inserted my middle finger into his anus, slowly thrusting in and out. He closed his eyes, "Ah... Brother Jun... I'm about to cum
!" I laughed, "Okay, but one day you'll have women and children too. At least your mother would want
that for , I can't hurt you." That night, he was as alluring as a woman beside me. I was deeply moved, but I also had
a deep worry.
Author's Note: As a beginner, this is mostly a straightforward narrative. This story is purely fictional
;
please do not take it personally or it may affect your mental or physical health. Because netizens said it was considered "heavy-handed," I added "heavy-handed" to the title of the post so that those who dislike it will avoid it. Learning to write is also very hard; I need to think clearly about the plot, but I also want to speed things up—
it's difficult to balance. I'm learning as I write.

The first five chapters don't include incestuous scenes because of the necessary setup. My favorite is "The Fallen Mother."
There are two chapters in the middle without any color scenes. Because of dissatisfaction,
the content of the sixth chapter, which was originally to be placed later, was moved forward. The later chapters also include many conventional wife scenes and child abuse descriptions. Although it is not incest,
the whole story focuses on incest, so it is still named "Luan" and placed in the incest series for easy
search by color friends. "Stew" means to simmer in warm water, and it will only have flavor later. I hope color friends will support it. If a
chapter does not contain Luan content, please do not delete the post even if you do not add gold coins, so as to ensure the logical integrity of the story.

(4) Reunion

Ten years have passed in a flash. During the university vacation, Qiang stayed at my school for a while, and we had sex.

But after graduating from university, we lost touch. This time when I went back to my hometown, I went to see Qiang. Qiang is doing
well. He is the owner of a small printing factory and drives an old Honda. He married the daughter of the county secretary,
who is a high school teacher in the city. They have a daughter who is five years old.

He took me to his home, and after exchanging pleasantries with his sister-in-law, Xia, they insisted I stay for dinner and even the night.
I wanted to refuse, but Qiang insisted, and Xia said I was Qiang's best friend, even
closer than his wife. Having not seen each other for years, I agreed. Knowing Qiang's intentions, I didn't pay much attention to Xia's words.

Qiang told me that his family of three lived in a three-bedroom apartment. Initially, his mother
lived with them to help with the child, but as the child grew older, Xia and Qiang's mother didn't get along, so she moved out. Qiang
's financial situation improved, and he bought his mother a new house in the old town, which made her very happy. Since there
was enough room, I thought I'd stay and didn't think much of it… That evening, Xia was preparing dinner in the kitchen, while Qiang and I
chatted over tea in the living room. Qiang told me about his marriage to Xia and his small business. Xia
came from a modest family; although it was just a town cadre's family, they were wealthier than some county or city leaders.

Xia's grandfather was a retired director of the Quality Supervision Bureau, and her uncle is now the head of the town's police station.

Xia and Qiangzi are in their second marriages; without Qiangzi's help, he wouldn't have been able to marry the beautiful and wealthy Xia. After their marriage,
Xia's relatives helped Qiangzi open his current printing factory. He can no longer keep up with the printing business from government agencies, but
he's made some money in recent years, and life is pretty good. They have a daughter named Hou Yisi, nicknamed Sisi. I
noticed Sisi doodling on a piece of white paper at the dining table next to us, and I asked Qiangzi, "Is your child in an arts
school?"

Qiangzi told me that Sisi started learning piano at four years old and is now quite good. "Sisi, go play
that piece for your uncle, 'Für Elise,'" "Für Elise, Daddy!" Sisi happily ran to the piano.

Just then, Xia came out of the kitchen and said to us, "Dinner's ready." I said, "Sisi, play after you eat
; let's prepare dinner first." Sisi made a face at me and ran to the kitchen to get the dishes for her mother.
Xia 's cooking skills were quite good; she prepared a whole table of food in less than an hour. Qiangzi opened a bottle of Moutai, and we chatted
while drinking . Soon, we became quite talkative, and then that familiar piano piece began to play—"Für Elise." The music
was soothing and melodious, and Sisi played it beautifully. Watching her bright, sparkling eyes, her focused gaze on the keys, her pouting
red lips, and the lock of hair tied up on her head swaying gently with the rhythm, I suddenly felt intoxicated and envious of
Qiang.

After dinner, since I decided to stay the night, I took a shower, changed my clothes, and sat in the living room while Qiang went to
shower. Xia had finished tidying up the kitchen and brewed a pot of tea, so we sat on the sofa and chatted. I
asked her if being a teacher was tiring, and she said she taught Chinese, so it wasn't. It was just reading texts, writing new words, and
most of the time, the students had to memorize on their own.

While she was speaking, I took the opportunity to observe her closely. She did indeed look like a language arts teacher, her mature, curvaceous figure accentuated by a
light-colored business suit. Her large eyes answered
most of the male students' questions. Her slender fingers were perfect for various pointers. Qiangzi was truly blessed. I dared not look too long for fear of
being impolite , and was about to change the subject when Qiangzi came out of the bathroom and said, "Xia, you sleep with the child tonight, I
'll catch up with Ajun." Xia agreed and went to take a shower.

Qiangzi came over and lit a cigarette. I asked him in a low voice, "How have you been these past few years?" He took a sip of tea and continued, "Keeping
women and doing business, although it's not as exciting as watching porn. But marriage is necessary. I'm fulfilling
my responsibilities as a man, but I don't know if I'm missing something."

Looking at Qiangzi, I knew he had truly grown up; anyone with feelings in their heart will grow up. "Don't be ungrateful
," I reminded Qiangzi. Hehe, Qiangzi didn't say anything but suddenly asked, "Are you done drinking?" I understood what he meant.
"Let's go, let's find another place." We said goodbye to Xia, and I put on a coat and came out. Well,

(V) Prostitution

The early autumn evening was already chilly. I followed him for a while, hailed a taxi, and went inside.
We arrived at a hotel, which was nicely decorated and looked to be at least four stars. The third floor of the hotel was a bar,
and the fourth floor was a KTV. Qiang knew the place well, and he led me up to the third floor. We sat down in a corner of the bar, and we ordered
a bottle of Hennessy VSOP.

When the bartender came over to open the bottle, he asked Qiang, "Anything else you need?" "Go get two really clean ones, these are
my buddies." The bartender whispered, "They're all gone after ten o'clock. Really clean ones are available, but they're very expensive, four thousand
in total , I'll take a thousand." Qiang whispered something, but I didn't hear it. Qiang handed the bartender a stack of money, and the bartender left.

We drank slowly, very slowly. I knew Qiang had something on his mind.

Qiang suddenly said, "I want a divorce, but I'm scared." I understood what he meant. "She's seeing someone else?" "Her
heart isn't here." "Then get a divorce, but what about the children? What's the other person like?" "He's their school's
PE teacher." "You're afraid of the children, aren't you? Then bring her back to your side."

"My marriage was a compromise from the beginning. Deep down, she doesn't respect me."

"But you're very good to her, I believe you."

"She's a slut!" Qiang said fiercely.

Actually, I think Xia is nice, just a bit arrogant and needs some discipline, but I didn't say anything.

Suddenly, we drank very quickly; more than half a bottle was gone. Then two college-aged
girls , wearing jeans and large-collared jackets, both with short hair and pretty faces. They came over shyly and asked, "Are you
Brother Qiang?" Qiang nodded and then said to me, "Let's go upstairs." The bartender came over, said a few words to Qiang,
gave him a room key, and we went upstairs.

This was our first time going to a prostitute together. They were indeed very young and high-class, probably local college students
trying earn some pocket money. One was tall and thin, named Wenjun, and the other was of medium height and well-proportioned, named Aying.

I was with Aying. Underneath her coat, she was wearing something very sexy—a camisole and stockings. Nothing new.
She routinely gave me oral sex first. I lay on the bed watching her, then glanced at Qiangzi and Wenjun through the window.
Wenjun, eyes half-closed, was already vigorously moving up and down Qiangzi's body. Her slender back was
the part of my gaze, the perfect curves sliding from her shoulders down to her slightly upturned buttocks, then back to Qiangzi's hard
lines , like a soft sail bobbing on the waves. With each rhythmic rise and fall, wave after wave
of lust permeated the frenzy.

I seemed to be infected as well. I lifted Aying up, pinned her hands behind her back, and pressed her onto the bed,
starting to thrust from behind. Then I gently stroked her neck and chest with my palms. Ying's breasts were
exaggeratedly large, not my preferred size, but the elasticity was just right. I kneaded and pulled them vigorously.

Because I had been drinking, I didn't feel anything in my lower body, only an unbearable hardness.

After about a hundred more thrusts, I was suddenly jolted by Ying's body, a tightness spreading from below. Ying
began to convulse, and I pressed down hard on her buttocks, letting her experience the frenzy of orgasm. She began to moan loudly,
and then ejaculated profusely. I knew she was a virgin, because older women rarely produce this much fluid. Ying
turned to look at me, her face flushed. Seeing that I hadn't ejaculated yet, she was a little shy, so she bent down and began to suck me again.

I glanced at Qiangzi and saw Wenjun biting her lip, her eyes half-closed,
moaning as if she wanted to die. Qiangzi thrust desperately, each thrust harder than the last, as if he had a grudge against Wenjun and wanted to kill her.
There was no orgasm, only slightly heavy breathing from the alcohol. Wenjun was already exhausted. She sat up and hugged Qiangzi's waist,
twisting her buttocks and grinding her penis against his. Suddenly, she quickened her pace, her moans abruptly cut off, suppressed
in her throat. She collapsed into Qiangzi's arms.

I knew it was because we had been drinking that we could last for over an hour without ejaculating. The two girls were in a terrible state. I
told Aying, "Let's not ejaculate tonight, let's sleep. I'll ejaculate tomorrow morning." Aying looked at me gratefully, took off her clothes,
and ran to the bathroom to shower. Who knows whose sisters they are? I didn't want to ruin his health.

Qiangzi hadn't ejaculated the night before either; we really did have another round of intense sex the next morning before he finally ejaculated. Then we ate breakfast at
the hotel and took a taxi back to Qiangzi's house. By the time we got back, it was past work hours. We happened to run into Qiangzi
's wife, Axia, coming out of her house. She was wearing a black wool coat and brown high boots, looking very professional—a beautiful
Chinese teacher. I greeted her; she had two classes in the morning, which was why she was leaving.

After Xia left, I noticed Qiang's worries and said, "Qiang, do you trust me? Can I sleep with your wife?"

"You slut, do whatever you want, we're brothers." I said, "Then it's settled, I'll help you."
(VI) Secret

We went home and made a cup of tea. The effects of the alcohol had completely worn off. Qiang said he wanted to go back to the company. I said, "Give
me the address, I'll go visit your mother." I took out the gift I had prepared beforehand from my bag, took the address,
and went out to catch a ride to Qiang's mother's place. Qiang drove to the company himself and didn't drop me off since it wasn't on his way. He said
he would pick me up later that night.

Qiang's mother lived in an old town area, but it was a quiet garden amidst the hustle and bustle, on the 5th floor of Unit 7 in the Cotton Mill Community.

I found it easily. Climbing five floors was already a bit of a struggle; it must have been quite a height for a woman in her fifties.

I rang the doorbell, and soon Qiang's mother came out. "Auntie, A-Jun has come to see you." I bowed and
nodded to greet her.

Qiang's mother covered her face, looking very surprised. "Ah Jun, it's been ten years! Come in quickly."

The room was a two-bedroom apartment, with one bedroom and the other serving as a study with a sofa bed.

"Auntie, you live alone?" I asked as I sat down in the living room. Auntie didn't answer, but brought
over a teacup and fruit plate. "Would you like an apple? I'll peel it for you," she said after a moment's thought. "Auntie, you forgot, I
don't peel apples."

Auntie sat down next to me and began to look at me carefully, muttering, "Even more handsome." I smiled and looked down,
then stole a glance at Auntie's attire: pink socks, black leggings, and a light yellow sweater. Her body still looked
healthy and full. I looked up and saw Auntie still staring at me, her eyes still bright and sparkling, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Auntie, this is for you." I took out a small gift box containing a pair of platinum bracelets and a pair of diamond earrings

that I had chosen at Chow Tai Fook before I arrived . Auntie was very pleased with them, and I said, "Try them on." Then I placed Qiang's mother's hand on my lap, picked up a bracelet, and put it on her wrist. Her hand was still soft and smooth. "It's beautiful, it suits you perfectly," I said. Qiang 's mother was so excited she couldn't speak. "Let me put the earrings on you too," I said. I moved closer to her, and she turned to face me. I gently touched her earlobe and put the earrings on her wrist. "You're like my own son," she said happily. "Does Qiang come often after he got married?" I asked. She didn't answer. Qiang has changed a lot. I talked to her about him, but she remained silent. When I sensed the atmosphere was a bit awkward, she suddenly said, "Ah Jun, I know Qiang and you were very close back then." Her voice was very low, almost inaudible, but I knew it was like a thunderclap before a storm. I understood what she meant, and my heart tightened. She didn't continue, and suddenly started sobbing. "We were just children, we didn't understand. Now we're all grown up," I explained. "Don't lie to me, I know everything. How's Qiang doing now that you're back?" Qiang's mother asked worriedly. "We're fine, Auntie," I clarified. "That's good. You know how difficult it is for Qiang, given his personality. These words have been like a heavy stone in my heart all these years. If I hadn't told you , perhaps no one else would have been able to. You and Qiang are like my own sons, I've watched you grow up." Auntie sobbed again, sighed after a long while , and then told me her secret. Qiang's mother had long noticed something was wrong with Qiang because he never had a girlfriend. She introduced him to potential girlfriends . At first, Qiang pretended to agree, but then disappeared. After I went to university, every summer, Qiang would find various excuses to come to our school. Qiang's mother became suspicious and gradually became convinced. Finally, she decided to have a serious talk with Qiang. That time, she talked to him about sex and love, as if she had suddenly said . Qiang just listened quietly, then buried his face in her arms and cried, then cried loudly, finally calling out, "Mom, Mom..."

He called out, "Mom!" Her heart ached. She was an adult, what did she care about? But
seeing a woman in her twenties crying like a three-year-old shattered her heart. This was a life lesson a mother hadn't taught her child, and
she decided to make up for it.

She stripped naked in front of her son, then stripped him naked. She stroked his penis, kissing it
until it became erect. She grabbed his hand and made him touch her breasts, then forced his fingers into
her vagina, the vagina of this unfit mother. She even parted her dark purple labia with her hands. She swayed
her plump, , enticing him to penetrate her. But after a few thrusts, he ejaculated; she
couldn't see his... Excitement and cries of orgasm mingled with a sense of frustration. Her only hope lay in the fact that Qiang enjoyed
fiddling with her anus, which surprisingly gave her a strange feeling.

The second time, she performed oral sex on her son more earnestly, licking from his anus to the glans and then thrusting it.
To let her son experience the pleasure of being a woman, she also tried inserting her tongue into his anus,
spitting all over it, and then inserting her fingers. While thrusting her fingers in and out, she licked his penis with her tongue, making vigorous
thrusting motions. Finally, her son grabbed her head and forcefully thrust his hips into her mouth, finally ejaculating with a low growl
into her mouth. She was happy because she felt her son had become a man, even though she herself had turned herself into a slut.
It was something she had forced.

But she was still unsure whether her son's ejaculation was due to her oral sex or her fingering

his anus. Which was more significant? She later carefully observed and concluded that

her son actually preferred her oral sex; the intense pleasure from his wet tongue made him
ejaculate faster and more violently. While she did enjoy fingering his anus, he often experienced
pain due to insufficient lubrication. He said it was even more painful when he defecated afterwards.

More importantly, she wanted her son to experience more pleasure while fucking her. Only then
would everything she did have meaning. That day, Qiang woke up very late and saw on the bed... Her son's strong penis pushed the blanket high, and
she felt it was time. She threw back the blanket, stripped naked, and chose a position where she sat on top of her son. She

slowly moved onto his penis; there was no dryness, because she was already soaking wet.
As she began to rotate her plump buttocks, her son woke up, called out "Mommy," and then hugged her, sucking on her
breasts . That position felt incredibly pleasurable; soon, the muscles in her vagina began to contract, tightly gripping
her son's penis.

She felt the world spinning; she began to cry; her soul ascended to the sky; she was going to die. After her son
ejaculated , he held his mother tightly, saying, "Mommy, I've never experienced such pleasure. I'm so happy;
this is something no man can give me." "Mommy, can I fuck your ass too, Mommy?" he asked, forcefully kissing her lips.

"What can't I do? For you, Mommy would die." "Qiang continued kissing his mother, sticking out
his tongue the same tongue that had just licked his anus, tingling. With it in her son's mouth, she felt like she was experiencing
love again.

Later, her son prepared a lot of lubricant, intending to fuck her anus. But no matter how much lubricant
, it didn't work; the moment his penis entered her anus, there was a tearing pain
that she couldn't bear. Seeing her in so much pain, her son gave up. But beyond the inexplicable pain, she had a strange anticipation of trying.

In the end, she couldn't let her son compare

the pleasure , but at least she let him experience the wonder of a woman's vagina. Later, Qiang also started having
relationships with women, which brought her comfort.

Qiang's mother told me so much in one breath, saying things a woman would never say, like
a whore who had given up everything. But also like a thief who had confessed, with an indifferent ease. 'What happened
next?' I asked. 'Later, Qiang got a girlfriend, but still wanted to fuck me. I refused because I felt I had
completed my mission; going any further would be the abyss, and it would harm him.'" "

Jun, is Auntie shameless now? She's even worse than a chicken." I said, "No, that's part of
maternal love , it's just an overcorrection. I actually think you're a very great mother."
Hearing this, this fifty-year-old woman seemed like a fifteen-year-old girl in front of me, suddenly showing a newfound
reserve and shame after her confession.

"Actually, since Qiang's father left us, I've been living like a widow. Besides having a relationship with Qiang,
I haven't touched any other man."

I said, "I don't know what Qiang thinks, but now he's very filial, which means he understands everything.

You don't mind me sharing my inner thoughts?" Looking

at Qiang's mother, who was as shy as a young girl, I suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of affection. No amount of alluring
women could distract me, but this mother, who was willing to commit incest for her son—a foolish act—her blushing
face stirred my heart.

"Actually, my mother and I also had that kind of relationship. I understand." This was the first time in my life I
had opened my heart, telling my deepest story.

Qiang's mother wanted me to help Qiang return to normal male-female sexuality and bravely confess.

My next confession? It was because at that moment, I had truly fallen for this fifty-year-old woman.

"Ah?" Qiang's mother was surprised and excited, her expression strange yet endearing.

"Although my mother didn't let me penetrate her vagina, she did give me oral sex. Letting me
use my fingers on her vagina and anus is considered incestuous, isn't it?" I began to calmly and slowly recount my
story . Qiang's mother listened quietly, not daring to utter a sound of agreement.

It was one day after school when I was in elementary school. When I got home, the door was accidentally unlocked.
When I pushed the door open into the living room, I unexpectedly witnessed my parents having sex. But I didn't quite understand. My mother wasn't lying face down; she was bent over
on the kang (a heated brick bed), her hands and feet propped up on the kang, her knees straight. My father was kneeling between my mother's legs, earnestly licking her,
from her labia to her anus.

I was looking into their bedroom from the living room window, because the living room and their bedroom were connected. I
could hear their heavy breathing. At that time, although I couldn't accurately describe what they were doing, I felt a particularly dirty feeling in my
heart , because in my heart, my mother was infinitely sacred.

I didn't watch any further, because I felt that my whole world had suddenly changed, completely changed.
My mother, who used to lecture me every day, was like a female dog, bending over with her buttocks and labia exposed, doing what I had imagined...
I was bewildered, thinking it must be the dirtiest thing. I ran, ran a long way, I couldn't understand it, and I didn't want to go home.
But when it got dark, I had to go home.

When I got home, my parents already knew what had happened from the noise I made running out.
They chose to remain silent, only my mother secretly asked me, "What did you see?" I didn't answer, I just
glared at her fiercely.

After that, I didn't listen to my mother at all, no matter what she said. I didn't want to go home after school, I almost
became a wild child, even though my grades at school were okay.

During my middle school years, my father became the boss of a company and was often away from home.

My mother seemed to want to improve our relationship. She said to me, "Since your dad isn't coming home, why don't you
sleep It's so cold in your room." She asked me to sleep in her room with her at night. Although I didn't mind, since
my mother's room had a stove, I agreed.

It wasn't a big deal for a mother and son to sleep on the same kang (heated brick bed), but one night something happened that changed my life.

That night, in the middle of the night, I woke up because I needed to pee. I glanced back at my mother, who was sleeping face down with her back to me, after urinating .
I noticed that her thighs and buttocks were sticking out of the blanket because she was so hot. I wanted to pull
the blanket up for her, but my thoughts changed at that moment.

At that time, my mother was a renowned beauty, while my father was a notorious scoundrel. My father was able to
marry my mother because he was bold; he dared to do things that his peers wouldn't. Although my
mother was already thirty-five when I was in junior high school, she was still 1.66 meters tall and slender, with a slender figure, firm and elastic
breasts, and a pert, tender bottom. Most men would drool over her. In addition, my mother's skin was very
fair , making her a rare beauty. That's what I think now, but back then I just thought she was my mother, very
beautiful, and didn't think much more about it.

I was in junior high school then, and I often watched pornographic videos. I knew about sex, but I had never
seen what a real woman looked like. Curiosity drove me to want to see what my mother's private parts were like.

I secretly peeked up from under my mother's panties, but all I could see was dark pubic hair. My
courage grew, and I tried to pull down her loose panties. I did, and surprisingly,
they came off easily.

I was ecstatic, my heart pounding. I was terrified my mother would find out. Even though I often disobeyed her, I was
still afraid of her.

My mother then turned over and lay flat on her back, pulling the blanket over herself, but didn't wake up.

Her legs were naturally spread apart, exposing her genitals. I wanted to touch them, so I
reached touched the red labia majora amidst the dark pubic hair. My mother's legs twitched, but she didn't wake up.

I was determined to penetrate her, to see what it was like. My desire made me willing to become a bastard. My hand began
to part labia and try to insert it, downwards, but couldn't go in. As I tried to go further down, my hand was suddenly grabbed by another hand. "
Ugh!" I instinctively jerked back, seeing my mother staring at me in surprise.

After a moment of silence, my mother said, "Come here." I told my mom, "What did you see that day? Why
did you hate me so much?" Unexpectedly, she asked me about that time again. Actually, I'm
completely different now, more mature, and I've fully accepted those things.

"I just want to know what it was like, okay?" I said coldly, using a question as an answer.

"Why?" my mom asked, puzzled.

"I just want to know, what's the 'why'? If you won't tell me, fine, I'll ask someone else!" I showed
no sign of yielding or admitting wrongdoing.

"Okay, I'll show you, but you can't tell anyone." My mom lay down

, indicating I could. I crawled over and carefully parted my mom's labia. Even though she agreed, I was still so
nervous . My hands were trembling. My mom bent her legs so I could get closer to her. Suddenly, she grabbed my
hand and guided my middle finger into her vagina. I felt her vaginal fluid flowing out, but without my mom's hand,
I couldn't find the hidden opening below.

I started imitating the movements in the video, using my hand to probe and thrust. I saw my mother half-close her eyes,
moaning weakly. Her hand gripped mine tightly as she began to move herself, thrusting in and out.
Later, I realized it wasn't me moving; it was just her moving. Her waist twisted, and because my mother was very
slender with a prominent buttocks, the movements appeared exaggerated. Every time I inserted my index finger into her vagina, my hand would
hit her protruding pubic bone, making a slapping sound. What a slutty mother.

That night, I saw a wanton mother. Afterward, she hugged me, begging me not to blame her, and then
said many bad things about my father. I was fine, except my penis was incredibly hard. I asked my mother what to do, and this
slutty mother looked at me painfully and hypocritically said, "Son, no, semen is the most important thing for a man.
Don't waste it; save it up." But a moment later, she bent down and took my penis into her mouth, like a baby with
a lollipop happily starting head thrusting. In less than two minutes, my semen gushed out. This lewd
mother drank it down like milk.

It was really difficult for me to recall and recount this, and it was fragmented. Qiang's mother asked me, "Later,
your mother let you insert your fingers into her anus?"

I continued, explaining that my mother was afraid my father would have affairs, so she would satisfy
whatever asked. But in the end, what she feared always came true.
In her perverse sexual encounters with my father, she became fascinated by the humiliation and abuse he inflicted on her anus,
finding .

This happened when my father was often away from home. She would use the excuse of fulfilling some small requests to provoke me,
but more importantly it was to release and satisfy her sexual desires, without anyone else knowing.

What I remember most vividly was when she asked me to insert my finger into her vagina, she herself inserted one
finger into her anus from behind. My finger, which was inserted into her vagina, could touch
her finger through the vaginal wall. Seeing her pained expression, I was curious and asked, "Mom, is your anus itchy? Do you want me to help you?"

"Itchy, no, ah, you can put it in." My mother was in a semi-hysterical state.

I pulled her labored hand out and tentatively inserted my right index finger. Strangely enough, my mother's anus
was also wet and soft. My two index fingers met inside my mother's vagina and anus through a membrane.

I began thrusting, and my mother, like a music box that had been opened, started moaning and groaning,
"Ah, fuck my slutty cunt, fuck my little slutty cunt, fuck me to death, ah, I can't take it anymore, son."

I was astonished that inserting my fingers into my mother's anus had such a strange effect on her.

I have to admit my mother's promiscuity; perhaps promiscuity flows in my veins too. I also seem to understand matters between men and women
earlier . I have my own thoughts, preferences, and discernment. I don't like my mother
because her sex only brings foolish and simple pleasure.

But sex with love is different. Like the sex that Qiang's mother gave Qiang, it brought him a positive and uplifting life.

Qiang's mother listened to my confession and my insights. She listened very carefully. The look in her eyes was
no longer that of a wounded woman; her eyes revealed the beauty of a mature woman. We seemed to see
through each other, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. We both knew what kind of desire lay in our hearts after such frankness
.

(VIII) In Love

I embraced Qiang's mother.

As expected, she didn't resist, struggle, or question.

We seemed to understand each other; I bent down and kissed Qiang's mother's lips.

For a long time, our two greedy tongues intertwined.

I felt a surge of passion rush towards me. I turned and lifted her up, carrying her into her bedroom.
I stripped off both of our clothes and laid my white undershirt beneath her.

She, Qiang's mother, my bride at this moment, was as nervous as a virgin, her legs curled up, her eyes slightly closed,
her breathing rapid.

My hands gently caressed her entire body, from her earlobes to her cheeks, from her neck to her breasts, from her nipples to her navel,
from her pubic hair to her pubic bone—every inch of skin, every pore, I caressed carefully. Though past her prime, she still possessed a captivating charm;
her skin was still fair and smooth, though not as delicate as a young girl's, it had a mature allure.

Qiang's mother was probably less than 1.6 meters tall, slightly plump, but with a very firm waist
. Her breasts were exceptionally large, probably a 40D.

When my fingertips touched that clam shell, I was surprised to find that glistening vaginal fluid was already flowing freely like a river.
But the virgin bride I wanted today wasn't that ripe clam shell, but that unopened chrysanthemum bud.

A virgin bride. I lifted Qiang's mother's legs, seeing that tightly closed, wrinkled little hole. I guided the stream
to her chrysanthemum.

Qiang's mother seemed to know my intention, revealing a look of fear in her eyes. But she still obediently showed an expression of resignation.

I first slowly inserted a finger, and then pulled it out, each time bringing some vaginal fluid in. Soon it
was fully lubricated, and the in-and-out movement of my finger made Qiang's mother groan uncontrollably. Throughout the process, I
tried not to touch her already erect clitoris, keeping her aroused but unable to release her desire. When the insertion and withdrawal of my fingers had taught
Qiang's mother the rhythm of her anal contractions, I began to dilate her anus. I inserted two fingers and lubricated them thoroughly with her vaginal fluid.
I patiently waited for Qiang's mother's anus to learn to contract and relax on its own. Then I began to use
the index fingers to probe inside and then spread her anus apart. Just as Qiang's mother was about to reach her limit of endurance from my anal training
, I withdrew my fingers and began to tease the chrysanthemum that I was about to penetrate with my tongue. "Ah..." Qiang's mother
let out a deep sound from her body.

I picked up Qiang's mother and gestured for her to sit on my penis so that she could take the lead and
use the techniques I had just taught her without getting hurt.

She stepped over my body and saw my penis, her surprise evident. "No, absolutely not,
it will break."

Indeed, this penis, as thick as a baby's forearm, was something her husband and Qiangzi did not have, and she had naturally
never experienced.

"Trust me, sit down," I encouraged her. Her burning lust could not
be deterred by . She slowly sat down, straining like she was defecating.

As the head of my penis entered, I grabbed her plump buttocks and thrust upwards forcefully. Qiang's mother screamed like a pig being slaughtered,
"It hurts!"

I held her still, and when her cries subsided, she was saying, "Please, please." She
didn't want me to pull out. I began to slowly thrust, smearing the stream water on the back of my withdrawn penis, gradually
making it more lubricated. Her intestinal walls began to secrete mucus as if she needed to defecate.

The thrusting became faster and faster, and I could hear loud slapping against her large buttocks. Then I began to
insert my fingers into her vagina, my thumb pressing against her vaginal opening.

The penis inside her anus was already at its maximum forward extension, each thrust hitting Qiang's mother's hard stool.

"Ah, Jun, fuck me, fuck me to death, I can't take it anymore!"

"Ah, Qiangzi, Mom is a slut!" Qiang's mother began to ramble incoherently.

The vaginal canal I was pressing with my thumb began to spasm. I quickly pulled my finger out of her vagina, and a gush of fluid spurted out.
I increased the pressure with my thumb, and another gush of fluid spurted out—it was a squirting orgasm. I think this was Qiang's mother's first time experiencing this.
A woman who has ejaculated is like a puddle of mud, but at this moment, you can't leave her body.

I laid Qiang's mother on her side, and I lay down behind her, my penis still inside her anus.

This penetration was revolutionary. I asked Qiang's mother, "Does it hurt, my little darling?"

"It hurt at first, but it's okay now. Am I your darling?" I started kissing her hair, ears
, and cheeks from behind. "I've taken your virginity. You're mine now." Qiang's mother
choked . I didn't say anything more. Was there really a future?

But I knew that when I penetrated her anus, I had also penetrated her soul. She was already my
darling .

I pulled my penis out and picked her up from behind. "Come on, baby, let's go to the toilet."

I carried her to the toilet seat, holding her like I was holding a baby to poop.

"Stop it, put me down," Qiang's mother said coquettishly in my arms.

"Let me prove you're my little darling."

"At this moment, her poop really did peek out of her anus." Of course, it wasn't intentional on Qiang's mother's part; it
was because her anus was slightly incontinent after I had just finished with her .

Qiang's mother quickly covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, and I watched as a large black string slipped out and fell into the toilet.

I flushed the toilet, and without wiping her bottom, I put her down.

We took a hot shower together, and after a while of tenderness, the phone in the living room rang. I then realized it was already
past four in the afternoon.

It was Qiang calling, saying he would arrive in an hour. I sat in the living room while Qiang's mother tidied up the house and changed...
She changed her clothes and came out, sitting beside me and lying in my lap. She was like a fifteen-year-old
girl , shy and bashful.

"Was that good?" I asked Qiang's mother. "Yes, it was great! How did you do that? I've never felt anything like it before.
This is a real orgasm, isn't it? You didn't even ejaculate?"

Actually, I had just ejaculated yesterday, so my libido wasn't high. I only
deflowered her today to possess her. Clearly, she had fallen in love with that crazy feeling.

"Come here and suck me," I pleaded. Qiang's mother unzipped my pants, revealing my still hard and hot
penis. She brought it up, smelled it, and then happily took it in, her tongue swirling around, the head thrusting
deep . I was about to ejaculate when I reached down and pulled out her two large breasts from her collar. Qiang's mother cleverly used
her breasts to create a cleavage. I inserted myself from below, lubricating with saliva. I said, "Qiang's mother, you
know so much! Do you watch porn?"

Qiang's mother smiled and replied, "Don't ask anymore," which was a tacit agreement.

I felt the urge to ejaculate, so I pulled Qiang's mother's head away. She stared at me with wide eyes and her mouth agape. I started
masturbating in front of her and then ejaculated into her mouth, getting semen
all . Qiang's mother swallowed the semen in her mouth, then used her hands and tongue to clean the semen from other parts of her body. Finally
, she ran to the bathroom and cleaned the semen from her hair in front of the mirror.

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