Mother's Journey of No Return

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My mother's name was Yu Beijuan. She was forty years old that year and was the sixth-grade group leader at the city's No. 1 Elementary School. I was fifteen years old that year, having just graduated from junior high school and entered the city's best experimental high school. Of course, this was inseparable from my hard work, my mother's tutoring and supervision, her connections in the Education Bureau, and my father's sponsorship fees. None of these four factors could be missing. The experimental high school was a boarding school, while I had always attended a day school. The thought of being confined for three years, only able to go home on Sundays, made me feel that I should seize the opportunity of summer vacation to enjoy my freedom to the fullest.
My mother was 1.7 meters tall and weighed between 110 and 120 pounds. Her
slender height, coupled with her proud C-cup figure, made her a beautiful sight at school.
My mother's legs were long and straight; many years later, everyone called them chopstick legs.
My mother was especially proud of her buttocks.
Because of her regular swimming exercise, my mother's buttocks were round and firm, like two round melons.
When my father was home, he liked to suddenly pinch my mother's buttocks and then run away with a mischievous grin.
My dad, running and laughing, was like a mischievous child.
My mom had an oval face with slightly upturned corners of her mouth.
She always seemed to be smiling, with big eyes, double eyelids, and a straight nose.
When she was in teachers' college, my mom often worked as a model for the art department.
In the words of her teachers, she was a standard beauty in sketching.
After graduating from university, I met my dad while working.
At the time, he was an engineer on a state-owned construction engineering team,
doing renovations and expansions for schools. We gradually went from acquaintances to lovers.
My mom got married at twenty-five and had our child, me.
Later, her workplace was restructured, and after thinking about it for a whole week, my dad resolutely gave up his secure job.
He and some colleagues and friends started a construction team, taking on civil engineering projects everywhere.
In my childhood memories, it was common for my dad to not come home for three to five months at a time. Sometimes my mom would half-jokingly say that my dad was having an affair, and I would always try my best to deny it and speak up for him.
At that time, the city I lived in had not yet expanded, and my dad was often away on business trips, so the responsibility of raising me fell on my mom.
A few years later, my dad turned the construction team into a construction company.
She used three floors of a building in the city center as payment for construction work to start a company.
This wonderful life was supposed to continue until that year. My mother had just finished teaching a graduating class and, like me, felt a great sense of relief. She decided to go on a road trip to Northwest China with several female teachers from that grade and the vice principal. She originally wanted to take me, but I had absolutely no interest in the Northwest. So she left me her salary savings book, which had a thousand yuan left. She withdrew the rest for the trip. She wasn't worried about me spending that thousand yuan recklessly; she'd be back by next month's paycheck.
Having made up her mind, she entrusted me to her two aunts. My mother then set off with her five female colleagues and their families, feeling at ease. I was happy to be left alone, to make the most of my last summer vacation, and then go back to that big cage of a boarding school.
At first, my mother would call me every day, asking what I'd been doing and telling me which sights they'd visited.
After two days, she stopped calling my cell phone and only called me from the landline, which I sometimes answered.
Sometimes when I was out playing or eating at relatives' houses, I wouldn't receive calls. When I got home, I could only see calls from out-of-town numbers. When
I called back, they were either from public phones or shops near tourist attractions.
As they continued westward, even landlines became scarce.
They could only send me letters and postcards, along with some local specialties.
Two weeks passed like this. By the third week, all the other teachers had returned, but my mother hadn't.
I had no choice but to go to the vice-principal's house to inquire about my mother.
The vice-principal hesitated, only saying that my mother had gone to a remote village in the northwest.
She felt the scenery there was beautiful and wanted to stay for a few more days before parting ways with everyone.
She estimated she wouldn't be back for some time.
At that moment, I felt something was wrong and wanted to argue, but firstly, I was just a 15-year-old child; how could I possibly argue with a teacher in his fifties?
My father wasn't home, so I had no one to consult.
Secondly, with no one supervising me, I was carefree.
If I had contacted my father then to go find my mother, perhaps none of this would have happened.
Two more weeks passed, and my mother still hadn't returned, but a handwritten letter arrived saying that none of the children in the area had teachers.
She wanted to go teach in a rural area, and the letter was sent to the school first. Unusually, the school immediately agreed.
All the formalities were completed quickly. My mother's teaching certificate in the city was retained, and she could receive an additional salary in the rural area.
Although this was somewhat abrupt, it suited my mother's personality quite
well. My mother is good in every way, except for one thing:
a severe case of "saintly complex." If she sees a beggar on the street, she'll give them five or ten yuan. If
someone comes to her door selling something, if she can fabricate a pitiful story and the item isn't too expensive, she'll definitely buy it.
Perhaps because she was the eldest child in her family, my mother is particularly warm-hearted and caring. She
loves being a good Samaritan and often does good deeds.
Being a teacher suits her personality.
I told my father about it, and because rural teaching requires family consent, he specially took time to return to the city to complete my mother's paperwork.
His office belongings were also sent home. My father sighed, realizing he couldn't control the situation and had to let her go.
My father was also acting a bit strangely at the time; normally, a wife going to teach in a rural area should at least discuss it with her husband.
My father wasn't angry or concerned; he probably had an affair at the time.
High school life was both exciting and monotonous. I could only go home on Sundays and had to rush back to school in the evenings.
Besides studying, I joined several clubs.
My favorite was the computer club, where I could play computer games on the weekly club activities days.
I also made many new friends, and boarding school life wasn't so dull.
Because my father didn't have much time to spend with me, he often gave me three or five thousand yuan in pocket money.
My mother's salary savings book was also with me.
I should say that I was basically never short of money in high school.
The more money I spent, the more comfortable my life became.
My mother still hadn't come back, only contacting me with a letter once every week or two.
I wired money to her several times as she requested, but the signatures on the receipts weren't hers.
Several months passed in the blink of an eye, and winter break arrived again.
I wrote to ask to visit my mother.
My mother's reply seemed reluctant for me to go.
She gave many reasons: the distance was far, the weather was cold, the conditions were harsh, and so on.
But I insisted on going, and my mother finally agreed.
She told me to withdraw all her salary and take it with me. I packed my bags and boarded the train heading west.
Xingli Village is located on the northwesternmost border of China, in a triangular area between China and two Central Asian countries.
Surrounded by vast deserts and high mountains, the village sits at the foot of a mountain in an oasis formed by melting snow.
I took a train for two days and one night to reach the nearest train station.
I found a guesthouse, booked the best room, took a shower, and slept for the night.
Although it was called the best room, it was actually similar to the budget guesthouses near my home.
In the morning, I hired a second-hand minivan, long retired from the mainland, and finally arrived at the town where Xingli Village is located.
Although it's called the town, it's actually over a hundred li (about 50 kilometers) from the village.
There were no taxis in the town, and I waited all day before finally finding a horse-drawn carriage passing through Xingli Village.
I paid twenty yuan to ride in the carriage to my final destination.
My mother, whom I hadn't seen for six months, hadn't changed much except for gaining a little weight. She was both surprised and happy to see me.
I hadn't seen my mother for six months, and without thinking of anything else, I ran and rushed into her arms.
In the village, my mother welcomed me into the only primary school.
This primary school was a three-story building, very old, supposedly built before the liberation.
The exterior walls were cracked, and the interior had peeling paint and broken glass propped up with plywood—a standard example of a dilapidated building.
This building was originally a military factory technical school built by the Northwest warlord Niu Bufang.
Many people in this village are descendants of technicians from Niu Bufang's military factory.
Historically, Niu Bufang built his military factory here for two reasons: first, to avoid the war-torn interior;
otherwise, a single bomb or artillery bombardment would render the factory useless,
and if they couldn't win, it would just benefit the enemy.
Second, it was convenient to receive foreign machinery and raw materials.
Back then, China was extremely poor and had to import machinery and raw materials.
Niu Bufang used local cattle, sheep, ores, and even people he kidnapped from the interior to exchange for guns and ammunition.
Niu Bufang also had a problem with women; he once said he would sleep with anyone except his mother and daughter.
He also liked to give female prisoners of war to his subordinates or turn them into prostitutes for his troops.
He raped and abused women at will; this is all information I found online.
The school is currently on winter break, and the students have all gone home.
Besides my mother, there is another male teacher, Luo Wa.
Luo Wa has a rugged, muscular appearance, with dark skin, a strong body, wearing a sleeveless vest, and his arms are covered in chunks of flesh. His long hair is braided into small braids. His
appearance was the complete opposite of his father's, a refined and scholarly type.
Teacher Luowa was probably the most educated person in the entire village—a vocational school graduate. He was the top student in his school and was recommended to attend a vocational school in the city.
After graduation, he worked in the city. However, he saw that his fellow villagers, due to language barriers and low education levels, were often cheated and exploited; some even became thieves and robbers. Luowa, who spoke Chinese and had a vocational school diploma, could have easily earned two or three thousand yuan a month working in the city, but to help the village children overcome illiteracy, he resolutely returned to the village to become a village teacher, earning only about a hundred yuan a month. My mother told me all this in her letters. I also had some respect for him. When Teacher Luowa saw me, he just chuckled and asked, "Mom, is this the son you were talking about?" My mother blushed and nodded shyly. Luowa then said, "He's really a good son," and patted my shoulder. I felt strange hearing this. What was there to be shy about when my mother introduced me? That night, my mother and I slept in the dormitory on the third floor. The dormitory was simply furnished, with only a double bed, a bookcase, a dressing table, and a large wardrobe. I found it strange; I had transferred about 30,000 to 40,000 yuan of my mother's salary over the years. Hadn't she bought any furniture? Where did all the money go? There was another girl in the dormitory, Luo Wa, who had used a classroom to make a bed by pushing desks together. Did they sleep together all the time? Or did Luo Wa sleep on her desk every day? Exhausted from the journey, I washed my feet and went to sleep. Perhaps because I had drunk too much cola during the day, I woke up to use the bathroom. I found the blankets beside me empty. They were still warm to the touch. Where was my mother? I quickly went to the bathroom to relieve myself and started looking for her. In the third-grade classroom on the second floor, I heard some noise. I quietly opened a crack in the back door and peeked inside. Moonlight shone through the broken window onto my mother's bare breasts, making them appear as if they were coated with white powder. My mother was straddling Luo Wa, moving passionately up and down. One hand covered her mouth, the other resting on Luo Wa's hand. A low, whimpering sound emanated from her. Lova's muscles bulged, and she thrust her hips upwards in sync with her mother's rhythm. The table and chairs beneath them creaked and groaned. Seeing this, my crotch naturally bulged. I touched my penis and bent over, continuing to watch. After a few minutes in the cowgirl position, the mother couldn't hold on any longer. She leaned against Lova's strong, dark chest, whispering something. Lova laughed, grabbed her mother, and rolled her over, positioning her on all fours in a doggy-style position. He slapped her round, white buttocks twice. This angered the mother, who turned and said, "Keep it down, don't let my son hear." Lova blushed, scratched his head, and nodded. He grabbed her waist and began thrusting into her from behind. The mother, supporting herself on the mattress on the table, would sometimes look up, biting her lower lip, sometimes look down, frowning, seemingly enjoying herself immensely. After a hundred or so thrusts, Luo Wa bent over and began to lie on her mother's back, sucking and biting her back and shoulders, her hands also restlessly playing with her mother's breasts. Luo Wa's entire weight pressed down on her mother, making her fair-skinned mother look like she was crushing a bear. Her mother also made moaning sounds, occasionally turning back to give Luo Wa a wet kiss, their tongues intertwining, making slapping and kissing sounds. Seeing this, I couldn't help but masturbate a couple more times. After a few more minutes, Luo Wa whispered something in her mother's ear. She took a sip of her mother's ear and then straightened up. Her mother first reached back and grasped Luo Wa's hand with her left hand. Then she pressed down with her right hand, arching her back. Taking advantage of the upward movement, she also caught Luo Wa's hand with her right hand. Luo Wa caught her mother's outstretched hands with both hands. Like a bellows, he pushed and pulled his penis back and forth forcefully, slamming it hard against his mother's buttocks, almost all the way in until it was fully inside her, then pulling it out completely to the coronal sulcus. He did this forty or fifty times, and Luo Wa, her mouth wide open and her lower abdomen pressed tightly against her mother's buttocks, cried out silently. Her mother also tilted her head back, straightened her chest, and her two round breasts trembled. I had watched a lot of porn online at that time. I knew Luo Wa had ejaculated. Luo Wa ejaculated for a good twenty or thirty seconds. After ejaculating, Luo Wa slowly laid her mother down, letting her fall forward onto the mattress.

Pulling out his slightly limp penis, a large stream of white semen flowed down Mom's buttocks and thighs.
This large, black penis was at least a third longer and a size larger than Dad's.
Mom found a roll of toilet paper on the table and wiped her lower body, thighs, and buttocks. With her other hand, she grabbed Lova's penis, licked it clean with her mouth, and then dried it with the paper. After
making love, the two lay naked on the table, a faint white mist slowly rising, making them seem like they were in a hazy, dreamlike state.
I heard them whispering something; Lova seemed to want Mom to stay.
Mom shook her head.
She put on an orange tank top and white panties, draped a wool coat over her shoulders, and
slipped on slippers, ready to leave. Seeing this, I immediately closed the door and tiptoed back up to the third floor. I
covered my head with the blanket and pretended to be asleep, then heard the sound of doors opening and closing.
Mom went back to sleep beside me.
The next day, Mom had bangs and her hair was braided into a ponytail.
Her cheeks were flushed with the fresh rain, her face smooth as if it had been moisturized.
She wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans, topped with a Bosideng down jacket.
She immediately outshone the village women in their fur coats and cotton-padded jackets.
She wore a pair of small leather boots.
My mother had Luowa show me around the village. The houses were mostly one or two-story self-built houses by farmers.
Most people were either farmers or herders.
There was only one general store and one blacksmith shop. The only doctor in the village was a barefoot doctor;
his home served as the village clinic.
The only library was the large bookcase in my mother's bedroom; there were no other forms of entertainment.
The next day, Luowa took me to town, which was slightly better. However, it felt twenty or thirty years different from where I lived. Luowa pulled out a list from my mother's hand. We started buying window glass, paint, and cement for the school walls. We also bought wood and nails for repairing desks, chalk, and some furniture—all of which I paid for, of course. I was puzzled as to why my mother hadn't come with us. Luowa's Chinese was a bit broken; he said his mother couldn't leave the village.
We went to the department store and bought a bunch of daily necessities. Luowa and I hired a van to take the things back to the village.
The day after we got back, more than ten men came to the quiet school.
My mother greeted them with a smile at the school gate by the wall.
Each man called her "Tata," or kissed her on the cheek, or shook her hand and kissed her.
I felt a little uncomfortable watching my mother and the men being so affectionate.
Seeing my displeasure, my mother explained that it was a local Wei custom.
These men were all parents helping with the school.
Luowa wasn't too happy either, so he stayed at the school, diligently repairing desks.
Many hands make light work; everyone erected scaffolding to fill the cracks in the walls
with cement, painted the walls, and repaired the desks.
That evening, one of the men brought in a sheep, slaughtered it, and everyone gathered around a bonfire in the playground to roast the whole sheep.
Drinking locally made wine and singing songs, it was quite a unique experience.
After four or five days of repairs, the school was completely transformed. That afternoon, a parent who had helped me with the work a few days earlier brought over two horses. My mother went with him, and I asked Luowa what they were doing. Luowa said irritably that they were going to learn to ride, and then, smoking a cigarette
, went back to sawing wood. I also wanted to learn to ride, so I brought a pair of binoculars and followed them from a distance, thinking I would come out and learn after they finished. Fortunately, the parent was just leading the horses, so I could keep up. They stopped at a small basin. I climbed a small hill in the distance and
hid in some grass, watching from afar with my binoculars. I saw my mother nimbly dismount, take off her down jacket and clothes, and place them on the grass. The parent hugged my mother and started kissing her, reaching into her collar to grab and fondle her large breasts. After kissing for a while, he bent down and began to suckle her breasts. My mother held his head and rubbed his curly hair. After a while, the man looked up, and there were wet patches on my mother's breasts. The man began to undress my mother until she was completely naked. They lifted Mom onto the horse's back and tied her up with ropes, chest and abdomen facing upwards, buttocks downwards.
The man then took off his pants, leaving him only in a pair of short, exposed denim riding breeches. He mounted the horse, straddled Mom, and guided his penis to her vagina, inserting it.
Mom screamed, and the horse began to walk slowly, then trot.
Riding a horse involves moving up and down, back and forth, making the thrusting more efficient, intense, and frequent.
Perhaps to avoid being seen, they only circled the basin.
The horse galloped faster and faster, and Mom's screams grew louder and louder,
echoing throughout the valley.
After circling a dozen times, the man shouted and ejaculated.
He led the horse back to his clothes and untied Mom.
She could barely stand and was helped off the horse by the man.
She lay on the grass and got dressed.
They talked for a while while lying on the grass.
Then Mom was helped back onto the horse, and the man led her back.
When I got back, my mother asked me where I had been. I said I had watched sheep fighting in the village. She then asked my mother if learning to ride a horse was fun. The man laughed and said it was very fun. He said he would teach a little boy like me to ride a horse sometime. I thought to myself: You think riding my mom is fun? How have you been riding this mare of mine for the past six months? My mother's face turned red again, and she said learning to ride a horse is useless. She then took me back to the dormitory. The man, also on horseback, shouted "Ta-ta, I'm off!" and led the two horses away.
Of course, I was completely confused about the relationship between Luowa and my mother, and the relationship between Luowa and the rider.
Why couldn't they leave the village? Why were they teaching here? But I didn't know how to ask.
The joy of reunion overshadowed everything.
I thought my mother was also a woman, and she had needs too.
My father was rarely home, and now that he was in a strange environment, it was understandable that he needed someone to rely on.
It would end when I returned from teaching.
But I couldn't bring myself to say anything now; saying it would break up the family.
I stayed at the school for another two weeks. Basically, every one or two days, my mother would have sex with Luowa, and sometimes she would go out at night and not come back until the next day.
Sometimes I'd go to check, but in some places it was too dark, so I could only listen to my mother moaning and then go to the toilet to masturbate. As
the start of school approached, I gave all the remaining money to my mother.
I also told Luo Wa to take good care of her.
Luo Wa grinned and agreed, saying my mother was his Tata.
My mother, annoyed, slapped him a few times on the back.
My mother saw Luo Wa and me off at the village entrance.
Luo Wa accompanied me all the way to the train station.
And so, my first summer vacation of high school passed, and I returned to school.

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