All mothers are like this.

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The streetlights were particularly enchanting in the darkness, and the hotel's neon lights flickered and changed constantly. I stood
idly across the street, squinting at them for a long time. A sudden downpour soaked me to the bone. When
a waitress nearby offered me shelter, I walked further into the darkness. I mean, I
wasn't afraid of anything. But I hadn't gone far when I heard my mother calling my name and chasing after me: "Xiao Tao, Xiao Tao, come home
!" "No, I'm waiting for my dad."
"Don't wait for him. If he doesn't come back, you won't have a dad anymore," my mother said
. "Good son, come home." My mother hugged me, pleading with me, giving me a sense of renewed comfort. I felt
choked up, as if I were in a dream.
My parents finally got divorced. A family was broken up. An agreement to stay in the same house but not separate
divided our three rooms in two, though the kitchen is still open
. My father's new stepmother lives on the east side, and our house is on the west side. How can I describe them? Their
lifestyles . In the morning, they are still sound asleep, while at night, when I do my homework or read,
they watch TV and chat. When we go to sleep, the noise from their pots, pans, shovels, and loud laughter makes it
impossible for us to fall asleep. After they finally fall asleep, my mother and I can only keep our eyes wide open, until they are bloodshot and swollen. Fortunately,
a fight broke out, and only then did this situation begin to change somewhat.
That woman, my stepmother, was very rich, and wealth is the object of everyone's envy.
Before , my father went on a long business trip, a full month and a half. During that time, my
stepmother could have had a wonderful honeymoon—I mean, a man would have had the perfect opportunity to take advantage of her. And it was during this time that
my stepmother suddenly acquired many complete sets of clothes. At that moment, my hostility towards her blossomed like a peculiar flower.
"How can she be so rich?" I said to my mother, just as that man slipped into her room.
"We'll become rich too," Mom whispered
. "Where our money is, we'll only be poor.
" "You're sixteen now, you're my greatest treasure. I mean, we're pursuing not only material things,
but also spiritual fulfillment." There was
some noise from the nearby room. Mom immediately tiptoed to the doorframe and peeked in, while I, like
someone smelling fish, fluttered to my stepmother's window and peered through a crack. The voyeuristic
mentality was vividly expressed in my and my mother's minds, like morphine, stimulating and exciting us.
Dad still hadn't returned, and the man was coming more and more frequently, more and more boldly. When my stepmother
greeted , her clothes and attire often held my gaze for a long time, but her feminine secrets
remained a mystery to me.
Summer was approaching, and Dad still hadn't returned. By this time, I had long lost interest in school and was stubbornly wandering around the house
. I decided to get some clothes to sell.
"You can't go," Mom said. "We don't have any money
." "I'm going now to save money,"
I replied. Mom comforted me with flowing tears and tender caresses. My heart overflowed with sweet happiness.
A woman 's tears are a sign of emotion. Mom was crying for my frugality and strong will, which showed she was
a woman who understood feelings and was a good mother. I spent my days tidying up clothes and came home very late at night. In the middle of the night, I defiantly knocked on the door,
wanting my stepmother to hear. The door was already open, but I kept knocking, giggling, and threw a large wad of money onto
Mom 's bed.
"So much! You earned it all!" Mom counted with delight.
"It's not like she earns it that way," I pouted, turning eastward.
My mother began wearing elegant dresses, which made her feminine figure appear exceptionally vibrant
. At that time, I was sixteen—no, sixteen years and ten months old—already a man in my prime.
Early exposure to the secrets of the sexes filled me with curiosity and longing for the female body. I
was extremely sensitive to even the most accidental touch of my mother's skin
. On a rainy day, I was idly at home. Raindrops were blown by the wind and splashed into my screened window. I
was reading on my bedside table, though I hadn't actually read a single page; my mind was wandering. My mother came in. She
wanted me to remove a small splinter from her hand. I grabbed her hand but quickly let go. Her hand was cool,
yet incredibly sweaty. I had once read in a lewd book called "The Study of
Female I got up and saw my mother lying on
her bed, her thin dress undulating, the lower parts like depressions or valleys, the higher parts like steep hills and peaks. Looking at her ,
I couldn't help but marvel: women are truly a masterpiece of God's creation.
"Are you still setting up your stall? Looks like this rain isn't going to stop anytime soon." As she stood up, her tight
pink panties peeked out from under her skirt. I admit, I've had those despicable desires more than once; I really wanted to find a woman.
My father came back. He returned quietly, avoiding the neighbors, until one sweltering evening when he
was seen openly walking hand-in-hand with a young woman to the market to sell clothes. Only then did people understand the
origins of his actions.
My stepmother was no longer so arrogant. Once, when I was cooking and couldn't light a fire because I was out of matches, she gave
me a box of matches, smiling and saying, "Kid, use these." She seemed very friendly. I smiled back,
swallowing something inexplicable. Looking at her fair, full, and overly exposed breasts, I
whispered, "Thank you." Unconsciously, I accepted her calling me "kid.
" At that moment, her fair, full, and undeniably feminine body flashed through my mind. I had spied on her naked lovemaking through the cracks in the window
more than once , and she, of course, knew it
. Once, I saw her washing her feet through the curtain, and the man was helping her. As he rubbed, she began to moan. They
closed the door, and I darted away like a sparrow, but I couldn't escape their watchful eyes. After the door was closed,
I pressed myself against the window again and saw my stepmother stripped naked by the man. They were writhing together. I saw her
trembling beneath him and heard her incessant moans and groans, like a mixture of weeping and coquetry.
The limited couldn't stop my gaze.
Peeping through the cracks and eavesdropping along the walls, I felt both indignation and a strange pleasure, even in my humble shelter.
This place was also a paradise for enlightenment and imagination. The two families in the courtyard each went their own way, never interacting with each other until death. No wonder they did
whatever they wanted in their own homes.
One day, my clothes sold well, and I came home to pick up the goods. I heard my mother groaning outside the door. I
thought she was sick, so I hurriedly pushed the door open, but it wouldn't open. I took out my key, but it wouldn't open either. After a while, my mother
opened the door with a fuss. A man hurriedly followed behind her.
"Why did you lock the door in broad daylight
?" My mother retorted, "So what if I locked it
? There's nothing else going on." "You don't know anything!" My mother said, raising her hand to hit me. Suddenly, she saw the man beside her, and because she couldn't
hide her ugliness, she burst into tears and started cursing.
When I came home that evening, Mom pointed to the pile of fruit the man had brought and offered me some. I didn't eat any. Seeing Mom's
slightly embarrassed expression, I chuckled and said, "I didn't see anything." Mom gave a pitiful smile, "What's there to be afraid of if you saw
something? I've been divorced for seven or eight years..." Then she busied herself getting me food. Watching Mom's round,
plump , I was mesmerized, as if I could see my stepmother's white flesh. I truly couldn't understand how a woman could tolerate
a stranger going in and out of her body, driving her to the brink of ecstasy. I felt as if Mom
and my stepmother were no different; men could make them utter unbearable moans in their frenzy, sounds that
were both shameful and exciting. Several times, my stepmother called me to her room, but I didn't dare go in. Next time, I'll definitely go.
Sure enough, one day, my stepmother asked me to help her move some things. They weren't actually that heavy. While I was busy, I accidentally touched her
breasts . She wasn't angry, nor did she pretend nothing had happened.
Instead, she playfully pinched me, saying, "You're getting naughtier and naughtier." This emboldened me, and I stared at her overly exposed chest with a grin. She laughed and turned around, pulling
up the opening of her neckline.
After we finished moving, she offered me the best drinks. She opened the cans, but took a sip from each one, saying they tasted different
, and told me to try them all. Each straw was coated with her saliva. She handed me the one she'd drunk the most from, and I
took it and started drinking. She said to me, "I love you more than your mother, right?" I shook my head. "You don't love me as much as my mother.
" She laughed and suddenly kissed me on the cheek, giggling, "You wish! Would your mother love you that much
?" Seeing her happy face, my heart was filled with anxiety and panic. I both hoped for
it . My body's potential swelled with desire. I did need tenderness, but even more so, I needed physical desire. In the midst of this burgeoning
youthful desire, the power of ethical taboos seemed so weak. In my fantasy, I pulled her close.
Sensing my increasingly predatory desire, she pushed me away. At that moment, I felt her soft mounds and the
firm arousing pubic area.
She screamed and fled, panting.
Many summer nights, my door was ajar, and I lay naked in bed, always hoping for
a miracle. In the middle of the night or at dawn, I hoped my stepmother would quietly come in; just a few meters away, she
could slip into my room without a light. At that moment, I lay in bed, listening intently, but there was no sound.
A naked man, muscular and strong, was wasting his vibrant life in long, expectant waiting.
From the inner room came the sound of my mother urinating. The urine splashed in the bucket with an embarrassing sound, making me
restless . Thinking of my mother's plump buttocks covering the entire chamber pot, she should have gotten up and left long ago, but she was still
lingering there.
Listening and thinking, a distant excitement always
wells up within me, swift and powerful, the potential of life washing over me like a tidal wave. Forced to act, I lie in bed, amidst the gentle breeze and the soft whispers of the treetops,
arousing desire for intimacy and passion. I long to plunge into their embrace, yearning for the earth's embrace.
Certain books have provided me with a magical solace. When I try to do so, my heart is filled with guilt
and fear, experiencing pleasure in pain and rebirth in despair. Each time, I think of the women I know,
my stepmother and mother, who ignite my desire. The bed creaks and groans, the sound carrying far in the middle
of the night . My mother seems to sense something, asking, "What are you doing?" The creaking immediately ceases
, and I feel utterly ashamed.
One afternoon, I was taking a nap in bed, the sour smell of my sweat intoxicating me. I knew I was already mature.
My mother walked past me, hearing the masculine undertones in my snoring. She chuckled and looked down at me—
a tent-like thing was visible on my lower body, embarrassing me. When I woke up, I saw my mother's
graceful and healthy back, my cheeks flushed.
That night, my bed shook, but now it was calm again. After a moment of excitement, I gradually
fell asleep, my body still trembling unconsciously, probably still immersed in a fantasy dream. In my hazy state,
my mother stood by my bed, looking at my naked sleeping posture. Her hair was like a soft, dark cloud; if it
were to fall , it would best cover me. When my mother saw me move, she pulled the sheet over my bare stomach, softly
saying, "Why are you sleeping like that? You don't look human," and turned away. I immediately kicked the sheet off, exposing myself again
.
Maybe Mom hadn't left at all, or maybe she'd come back sometime later. Anyway, the strange sensation in my penis jolted
me awake. Mom was right beside me. I felt her gentle touch, and for a moment I curled
up . She was flustered and clumsy, her voice trembling and unusually hoarse, "...I know what you want to do
. Don't move, just watch. You'll feel good." She easily spread my body out, and I was willing to do so.
I watched her gently massage my penis, which swelled and hardened in her palm. I groaned uncontrollably,
my legs trembling, hoping she would be more intense. One of my hands reached for something, grasping
one of my mother's breasts as if seeking release. My mother stopped moving her hand and murmured softly, "...Or, I'll
do it for you." I didn't answer. The burning desire in my body made me lose the last bit of reason. My hands
caressed my mother's body aimlessly yet purposefully, touching more of her body, my
fingers covered in her flowing fluids. My mother's thick hair, her mounds, and the moist crevice beneath them
were all within my grasp.
"You want me, don't you?"
"Maybe," I said, a hint of hypocrisy in my voice.
"You really want..."
"Yes...but...aren't we committing incest
?" "No one will know. Besides, we're a man and a woman, isn't that the same as everyone else
?" As I spoke, my hands didn't stop. My mother moaned uncontrollably, then fell silent, burying her face between my
legs. I felt her lips moving, kissing and licking, sucking that banana-like, nutritionally pleasurable
treat into her warm, moist trap.
Watching the movement of her lips and throat, I savored the painful pleasure my mother brought me. I trembled, groaning,
murmuring, "I can't believe...I can't believe a woman can give a man such pleasure."
She licked the most sensitive part of my penis with her tongue, moving it up and down, left and right. I admired her! Even as a man, I
might not be able to make such a sacrifice. My penis was pulled out of my mother's mouth,
glistening and vibrant under the care of her tongue and saliva.
A drop of clear liquid clung to the tip of my penis, then my mother licked it into her mouth with her tongue. "You're really good
..." I exclaimed. "How does it taste?"
My mother looked up, her face full of longing. "Not bad, not bad at all. It's a little too big for my mouth .
The opening below would be more suitable
." Looking at my mother's cold, longing gaze, the expression of anticipation that made her body undulate like the earth, I suddenly
pushed her down onto the bed. She let me tear away all her silk fabrics. Her body was healthy, strong, full, and
fresh. The burning warmth spread through me. She murmured and panted. The sweet sensation made me want
to touch . Under my caresses, my mother was like a scattering of rubble. I was Adam, I was
Eve. To hell with those outdated ethics! I easily glided through the weeds, parted the gaps between the bat-colored wings
, and the gap between genders was filled by my force. Hearing my mother moan and gasp, her
breaths so alluring they stirred my excitement. She responded to my
every move, her sounds a mixture of pleasure, tenderness, pain, and ecstasy, each a disjointed string of syllables.
"Oh...oh...God, why did you create men..." she murmured, lost in ecstasy.
She bit me, pinched me, and pounded me, igniting boundless passion within me.
Like a powerful struggle, the storm had just passed. Standing at the pinnacle of pleasure, looking back as if
confirming what I possessed, I held my mother tightly. We lay naked in the darkness, enjoying the fresh
air. Her body was smooth, soft, and docile like a lamb. Because of her gentle and captivating beauty, we parted again in a frenzy.
Morning light peeked through the cracks in the window, like a stage spotlight illuminating my mother's full breasts, like two white jade sculptures
of tomb mounds. Further away, beyond a thick, dark patch of grass, a brown cavern seemed to open and
close—the passage into the tomb. It swallowed me, tightly enveloping me, yet I escaped. It was there that I
was born, and it yearned for me to exhaust my life there.
Looking at my mother's naked body, my mind praised women as natural beauties. She didn't care about vulgarity,
didn't care about the madness of her body; under the control of lust, she completely allowed you to be reckless and indulge in unrestrained behavior.
I parted my mother's thighs with my hands, revealing her alluring, plump lips before me. I lightly traced
the outline of her lips with my tongue, and my mother began to writhe more intensely than before.
The sounds of "oh, oh" and "slap slap" echoed in the room. My tongue traced the cleft of my mother's lower body, while my fingers
explored . My mother was panting, repeating her intense reactions and pleasurable moans. Now she
could no longer restrain her wild moans, and her legs opened even wider, revealing her pink cleft and the unfathomable depths of her
cave. From the parted valley, a clear liquid was overflowing. Like a kitten, I
licked the overflowing liquid that mingled with my mother's and my own. An indescribable feeling rushed to my
taste buds , intensifying my rhythm. We quickly reached our limit, and under my mother's frenzied temptation, she took me
again.
The next day, I felt as if I had done something wrong, restless and uneasy. Amidst my unease, I had a sweet
memory of what happened the night before. Stealing a glance at my mother, her face was radiant, her expression enchanting, instantly dispelling my awkwardness
. Secrets couldn't be kept in the small courtyard. My mother and I spied on each other, eavesdropping at the windows and corners—my stepmother certainly knew how to do that too,
but I hadn't realized it until I saw their unusual closeness. I wondered when they had started
calling
. I thought perhaps it was their shared fate of being abandoned by my father, or perhaps their shared sordid past, that brought
them together. My mother called my stepmother "sister," and my stepmother called my mother "sister." They became incredibly close, almost like
siblings. She confided her secrets to her, and shared her hidden troubles. Recently, my stepmother's alluring yet strange
smile made me suspect something. One day, I came in from outside, and they were laughing and talking in the yard. I overheard my stepmother
saying to my mother, "...Look at you, so smug. Have you made your move
?" "You heard everything, yet you still have to ask
?" Hearing this, the stepmother, like a child who failed an exam and then met a classmate with excellent grades, felt both ashamed and
envious. She forced a smile and said, "Ah... congratulations! You've suddenly gained a brother-in-law..."
"Don't tease me. We share joys and sorrows; how can I enjoy it all alone without sharing with you?
But we need to agree on a rule so there won't be any disputes later
." "If you're willing to do this, then my calling you 'sister' isn't in vain. Just please set a rule, and I'll follow it."
"Tonight I'll tell him that starting tomorrow, we'll each sleep one night.
" "How about we split it in half
?" "How do we split it in half
?" "We'll sleep two nights separately, one night together, and then two more nights separately. This will make our sisterly bond even
stronger... how about it...
" My mother seemed a little shy. "Um... young man... you've suffered a lot..."
She stopped abruptly when I entered, and I saw a strange look in her eyes.
That day, my stepmother warmly embraced my mother and said, "I'll show you something new today..." They
chatted about this and that for a while, then my stepmother got up and fiddled with a video camera, saying to my mother, "You've definitely never seen this
before ..."
The video camera started up with a hiss, and on the screen, naked men and women were shamelessly indulging in their acts... leaving my mother speechless.
Stunned, she knew about matters between men and women, and had even longed for and pursued that indescribable pleasure, even indulging in
bestial acts with her son, but she never imagined it would be displayed so blatantly. She felt her breath catch in her throat,
a strange restlessness coursing through her body… “You, how could you let me see this…”
“What are you afraid of? It’s not like we haven’t done it before. Others might want to see it but can’t! Look! How exciting!…”
The stepmother sat down next to her mother, enthusiastically telling her the story
. The mother remained seated, feeling unbearably hot and uncomfortable, a kind of animalistic urge making
her mouth dry; she was burning with desire…
The video finished, but the mother’s mouth was still open. After a long pause, she finally said, “Disgusting! Terrifying!”
“You’ve seen it all, haven’t you?” the stepmother asked, seemingly not hearing what her mother said.
“I never expected this…” the mother said softly.
That night, Mom couldn't sleep at all. The exciting and
blush until she couldn't help but wake her sleeping son
… The next day, her stepmother looked at Mom with a smile and said with a double meaning, "What, want to have some fun and broaden your horizons?"
Mom blushed and remained silent, but smiled knowingly. She and her stepmother went inside and watched those videos again.
This time, Mom felt a sense of ease amidst her excitement, but she didn't expect me to be back. That night,
when we made love, Mom had told me everything. I, of course, had my own plans.
Her stepmother saw me through the window and said, "Oh… the boy's back," then loudly called out, "Your
mother's here!" and gestured for me to come in.
I went in and out, but the video kept playing. I was stunned by the lewd images. I vaguely
heard coquettish, teasing voice, "Oh, how old are you
? Still can't live without your mother." She glanced at my mother. "Are you still watching?" she asked.
"Yes, yes," my mother said, her eyes still glued to the screen
. "Don't watch anymore, you won't be able to handle it later
." "It's okay!"
My stepmother told me to sit down, and I returned to my seat. Seeing the frenzied activity of the men and women on the screen, a fire burned
within me I secretly glanced at my mother and stepmother; their faces were flushed, their breathing
uneven. I knew they, like me, were also unable to bear the impact of the images. Unbeknownst to me, my mother and stepmother
were secretly watching, observing every detail of each person. I watched for a while, knowing I couldn't take it anymore,
but I couldn't resist the temptation of the images. I wanted to watch more. I secretly glanced at my mother again, and she was looking at me too,
her face even redder.
"Boy, what are you thinking?" My stepmother, observing everything, asked me softly.
"You're lying to me," my stepmother
said, getting up from her seat. "I'm going to buy some groceries; we'll eat here later." She gave my mother a sly look as she got up and walked out.
"No, don't go… it'll be over soon," my mother cried, breathless from the scene before her. She remained seated,
smiling at my stepmother and me, her eyes seeming to hint at something.
My stepmother realized that there were no secrets between them; shame had long since
vanished . She knew she was going to watch how her son would manipulate her. Understanding my mother's intentions, my stepmother decided
to tear off the mask and enjoy herself! She walked up to me, stroking my face with her hand, her eyes fixed on me. She turned
my face away, her hand moving from my face to my chest. "What a charming
young man " she said, then pulled me into her arms. "You were thinking about me, weren't you
?" "I, I...
" "I know you were thinking about me," her voice was colder than usual. "You can't judge a book by its cover. You dare to mess with your own mother, let
alone your stepmother." Saying this, she bent down, one hand poking inside my sensitive crotch. I almost
jumped up .
"No, no..." I looked at my mother, unsure how to act towards another woman in front of one.
"Like on TV, let's have some fun together," my mother said, leaning over and pulling me closer. My stepmother then
moved her hand around my genitals a couple more times, and I was completely aroused.
"Do you want us
?" "Yes
." "Really.
" "Really
." Mom said, "Then take off your clothes." I nodded hastily. At this moment, all I wanted was
to indulge . A desire surged within me, a desire that seemed to destroy me. The television screen had already
set my eyes ablaze. If I didn't pin these two women down, the flames
would burn me to ashes...
I stared blankly at my stepmother. She smiled lewdly and told me to turn my head away. "Just once." I seemed
not to hear her, but actually, I heard but didn't listen. "Look at how impatient he is..." My stepmother
smiled . She generously took off her clothes in front of me, revealing her beautiful body. She twisted her curvaceous body,
spread her legs, and exuded a woman's charm. Her high breasts
shone with a mesmerizing luster on her white chest.
My stepmother pulled me, naked, into her arms, her two full breasts pressing against my face. Tormented by lust,
she began to writhe, occasionally letting out pleasurable moans. She slid down my body as if paralyzed,
grasping my penis and rubbing it against her breasts. She would occasionally move her breasts, gripping my penis and causing it to writhe up and down.
For a moment, my penis was buried between her breasts. Suddenly, she slid down, presenting my penis to her
face. "Oh...oh, so big!" She squatted down and began to caress my most sensitive part, my penis. She
held it , gently stroking it.
The gliding motion of her fingertips made me mistakenly think she was licking it with her tongue. Finally, her hot, fragrant lips slid up and down my erect penis. Compared to my mother,
her movements seemed more skilled and adept. Her sucking and kissing techniques were more proficient, giving me a different kind
of sensation. Because of this pleasure, my breathing naturally quickened, and my body
trembled My stepmother, who was teasing me with her mouth and tongue, revealed a strange smile. "You...don't just sit there..." she
murmured to my mother.
I pulled my mother closer and used one hand to stimulate her breasts. I slipped my other hand under her skirt...
I stroked her genitals above her panties. "Oh..." A seductive sound escaped her lips. I pressed my fingers
inside her. "Oh... ah..." She moaned again. My fingers got
tangled in the folds. I pulled them out. "Mmm... um..." She moaned longingly. I inserted
my fingers again. "Oh..." She moaned again. I withdrew my hand lasciviously, eliciting another lingering
moan. Then I forcefully inserted my fingers all the way in. "Ah... ah..." Her sensitive reaction
excited me greatly. I increased the speed of my fingers in and out. Her overflowing fluids soaked my fingers. She collapsed
at my feet.
My stepmother pressed my penis against my mother's face, and her greedy lips devoured my member.

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