Ethics of the Poor

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Children from poor families mature early and become independent early. The environment at home and the monotonous life taught me how to find the true meaning of love! That was a long time ago, and I can only vaguely trace its existence through my memories! Is the vague the most beautiful? Perhaps not! But it is certainly the most unforgettable!

In my memory, I have a deep affection for my mother, but it is just a pure son's love for his mother. Because my parents only have me as their son, and because my family was relatively poor when I was young, the three of us lived in a house of less than 40 square meters. Perhaps it is natural for mothers and sons to have a better relationship, so compared to my mother, my father was much less affectionate towards me.

My mother married my father, who was penniless, when she was 19. It's said that although he was poor, he treated her very well. From the time I was born the following year until now, at 19, our family's circumstances haven't improved much. However, since I was six or seven, my father has been addicted to drinking. For over ten years, he's been a heavy drinker, and his care for my mother and me has diminished day by day. The biggest harm, however, is the physical damage caused by his drinking and the direct impact on his relationship with my mother, something I only learned later.

My mother's name is Lin Min. She's not tall, but she has a good figure and regular features. Most importantly, she has very good skin—fair skin. Although she's 34 years old now, her skin hasn't aged at all; she exudes a quintessential feminine charm.

My father was always drunk, and he would yell at us. He would shout at my mother and me at the slightest provocation. At these times, I hated my father the most. My mother would hold me tightly or silently finish the housework, then settle my drunken father down to sleep. I would sit with her at the dinner table, watching her study. At those moments, I felt immense respect and love for my mother, and I secretly vowed to study hard so that she could have a better life someday. These things happened when I was six or seven, or even thirteen or fourteen.

The most memorable event, and the one that changed my feelings for my mother, happened in the winter when I was thirteen. Because my family was poor, I always slept in the same bed as my parents. From the age of seven or eight, when I vaguely understood matters between men and women, I often sensed my parents doing *that* while I slept, but I never deliberately listened or observed. I believed that as a son, I should avoid what my parents did! But I often felt the bed shaking while I was sleeping. After hearing that sound so many times, I naturally developed that kind of desire. But at the time, my mindset was absolutely normal, and I would never have thought that I would have that kind of desire for my mother... But one winter night, I was woken up by that familiar shaking of the bed. I quietly opened my eyes. It was pitch black all around. I felt my father pressing down on my mother, moving up and down, and occasionally making panting sounds. My mother said softly, "Be quiet, don't wake A-Ping."

My father didn't seem to say anything, and continued to move. Then I heard my mother make an unintentional "humming" sound, but after a while, the movement and sound stopped. After a while, I only heard my mother sobbing and saying, "Are you unable to perform again? If this is the case, you should drink less alcohol in the future, okay? It's good for your health." My father still didn't speak. He seemed to sigh and rolled off my mother. After a while, he fell asleep, snoring loudly.

I hid under the covers, pretending to be asleep. It had been a long time, but I could sense that my mother was still awake. She was lying between my father and me, and it seemed her hands were trembling on her body. A few minutes later, I suddenly felt a hand touch my leg. I froze, thinking, "Could it be Mom?" I didn't know what to do. I could only continue pretending to be asleep. The hand lingered on my body for a while, then began to move downwards. Although I had been woken up by my parents' actions, my penis was still limp. The hand stroked my stomach for a while; I could feel it was my mother's hand—soft. I knew my father's hands weren't this delicate.

The moment his fingertips touched my penis, I shuddered. I felt an electric shock coursing through my body. The worst part was I had to pretend to be asleep. My mother's hand gripped my penis completely, slowly stroking it. I couldn't hold back any longer; my penis was hard again. Perhaps my mother hadn't expected my penis to be so large when erect. She just stood there, holding it still, while I anxiously waited for her to stop. Sure enough, after a while, she started again, and I could clearly feel her stroking herself. After less than two minutes, she sped up. I felt like my lower body was on fire, my glans went numb, and a thick stream of semen sprayed directly into my underwear. At the time, I didn't know why my mother was doing this. Later, I learned that my father couldn't finish when she was close to orgasm, and this was the most painful moment for her, so she unconsciously... She reached out to me, and as she sped up, she also reached orgasm. I pretended not to wake up and fell asleep after a while.

I slept very soundly that night. When I woke up the next day, my parents were already up. I pretended not to know anything, took a shower, changed my pants, and secretly observed my mother while eating breakfast. I noticed her complexion was particularly rosy, and she looked even more alluring. However, when she looked at me, her eyes seemed to avoid me intentionally or unintentionally—perhaps out of guilt! My feelings for my mother began to change slightly. I tried to get closer to her whenever possible, and I found myself slowly falling in love with her—a feeling I had only ever had with female classmates before.

For the next two months, life continued as usual. Every two or three days, when my parents did *that*, I would also reach orgasm, but whether they knew or not, neither of us said anything. But this didn't last long. I don't know if my father sensed something or if he thought I was close to 1... He was four years old and it was time for us to sleep separately. He found a corner next to our bed and squeezed in a makeshift bed—that was my bed… From then on, I could only listen to the familiar swaying of that bed, suffering from insomnia time and time again… But my love for my mother grew stronger every day… We endured this for four years. I was 18 now. One summer night, my mother and I were waiting for my father to have dinner, but he didn't come. Just as we were about to go to bed, one of his friends said that my father had drunk too much and wouldn't be coming home. My mother locked the door, and we each went to bed.

Lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep no matter what. It wasn't just because of the heat; I think my mother felt the same way. I heard her tossing and turning several times. Finally, I decided to be bold and whispered, “Mom, I can't sleep. Can I sleep in your bed?”

“Silly boy, what 18-year-old boy still sleeps with his mother?”

“No, I haven't slept with my mother in a long time. I want to sleep with Mom tonight!” "After saying that, without waiting for my mother's agreement, I jumped onto her bed.

My mother smiled gently and helplessly: 'Alright, Ping'er, go to sleep early!' After saying that, she pulled the thin towel blanket that was covering herself over me and placed it across my stomach, patting me to indicate that I should go to sleep.

Lying next to my mother, the moonlight from outside the window faintly shone on us. My mother was only wearing summer pajamas, and although it was hazy, it couldn't hide her slender yet full figure and the fragrance that kept wafting into my nose. But I didn't dare to do anything to my mother, even though she was lying right next to me. I could only close my eyes again and imagine myself falling asleep. I

persisted like this for about half an hour. Maybe my mother thought I had fallen asleep, because she turned over and hugged me, her hands gently covering my body." She gently stroked me, and I could feel her deep emotion and engagement. She treated me completely as another man, not her son. When her hand touched my penis again, I was already fully erect. She probably sensed something and stopped abruptly, but I couldn't suppress the desire in my chest. I mustered my courage, turned around, and hugged my mother tightly, flipping over and pressing myself against her. I was incredibly excited, and I lowered my head to kiss her lips.

My mother was momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events, but then she quickly understood and pushed me off her, saying, "Ping'er, what are you doing?"

"Mom, I love you, I really love you."

"Silly son, Mom loves you too, but this can't be right. I'm your mother!"

"No, Mom, I've loved you ever since you touched me four years ago. I dreamed of loving you like Dad did."

"You...you...you know? But...but..."

"Mom, I know, I know Dad wasn't good to you, so I want to be a man, to love you properly, Mom..."

Mom suddenly cried. Seeing her cry, I quickly said, "Mom, don't cry, it's Ping'er's fault, Ping'er shouldn't have done this to Mom..."

Mom said, "No, Ping'er, you're 17 now, a sensible young man. Mom believes you. Listen to what I'm about to tell you, your father's health is very poor from drinking. Every time we do 'that,' he can only do it a few times. Mom...unintentionally...once I held you...but...but I was very satisfied, and then I couldn't control myself. Can you forgive Mom?"

I didn't expect Mom to say this, and quickly said, "Of course, Mom, I really love you so much. From now on, let me treat you well..."

"But, but we're mother and son, how can you do this?"

"Mom, don't take this so seriously. As long as you're happy and know that your son loves you deeply, that's enough!" After saying that, I kissed my mother's lips again. This time, she didn't resist, and I pressed my lips to hers. I gently sucked on her lips, tentatively sticking my tongue in, but my mother wouldn't loosen her teeth. I thought that only by arousing her desire could I suppress her reason, so I hugged my mother even tighter and roughly put my hand inside her pajamas. Unexpectedly, my mother reacted this time.

I realized that I couldn't be so restrained; I should be more violent. My mother might forget that we were mother and son more easily, and it would be easier to arouse her desire. So, without saying a word, I ripped off my mother's pajamas. Now, my mother was lying under me wearing only underwear and a bra.

"No...no...Ping'er, don't...don't do this..."

But Mom's resistance was useless. I had already ripped off her bra and thrown it on the ground... In the moonlight, Mom's breasts looked especially delicate. Although they were a little loose, they were still full and white. I suppressed my inner impulse and didn't even dare to breathe too loudly. I pressed my face against Mom's breasts. I smelled the unique fragrance of a mature woman. I put her nipple in my mouth, first using the tip of my tongue to caress it, slowly feeling it harden. I kneaded her other breast in my hand. "Oh..." That feeling was really good... Then I pressed my lips against Mom's lips. At this moment, Mom closed her eyes. I pressed down on Mom, our lips touching, just quietly facing each other like that. Mom suddenly took a deep breath and put her tongue... She shoved her head into my mouth, and I felt a slippery, sweet taste enter. I quickly put my tongue in, but when I did, she pulled it back. This only fueled my excitement, so I pushed my tongue deeper into her mouth, finally touching her tongue. It was sweet, and we sucked on it sweetly, our tongues intertwined... Suddenly, my tongue was gently bitten by my mother. I realized I had to do something, so I reached down to her panties and placed my palm on her genitals. Even through the panties, I could feel the softness and the high mound. I started searching for the opening with my fingers (but I had never been with a woman before), but I couldn't find it anywhere. I just felt that her panties were wet. ...Mom wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head to her lips. I'll never forget the loving look in her eyes and her flushed cheeks. She whispered in my ear, "Take it off..." I pulled on Mom's underwear, and she lifted her buttocks slightly. I stomped the underwear down with my foot...I pressed myself against Mom's naked body, my penis already hard and throbbing, feeling warm. I didn't know where to begin, frantically groping Mom's body. My fingers tried to find the place where I was born in those pubic hairy areas, but something felt off. It turned out that Mom's legs seemed to be deliberately teasing me, not fully parted. I tried hard to spread Mom's legs apart. Mom looked at my anxious look and suddenly burst out laughing. She pushed... I was frantic, thinking Mom was going to change her mind… Mom sat up, her beautiful breasts clearly visible in the sunlight. Suddenly, she reached out and touched my penis, which was already bulging out of my underwear. Her hand gently touched my penis outside my underwear, and I felt it throbbing. Perhaps Mom hadn't expected my penis to be so big when it was hard. She put her hand inside my underwear, and when Mom's hand clearly touched my penis, I closed my eyes. I really couldn't imagine it or look. I was actually with Mom… her, her hand… “Oh…” Mom's hand grasped my penis and gently stroked it inside my underwear. I couldn't take it anymore; I immediately felt like I was going to ejaculate… “Oh… Mom… um…”

“Ping'er, I… do we really have to take this step?” Mom suddenly stopped what she was doing at this moment.

“Mom…no, Xiaomin, don’t think about it anymore, come on…”

“Ping’er, but…don’t you regret it? We are mother and son after all, and there’s also Dad…”

“Xiaomin, let’s not worry about these things now, okay? I will treat you well from now on. Think about what happened between you and Dad, think about the future…”

Perhaps this trick worked. Suddenly, Mom stopped talking. She seemed like a different person. She gently pushed me down onto the bed. I lay flat on the bed, and Mom sat between my legs and started to take off my underwear. When my underwear was completely pulled off, my penis stood erect. Mom reached over and grabbed it, squeezing it occasionally. My glans was engorged and shiny. Mom stared at my glans, then lowered her head and took it into her mouth. The moment my glans was enveloped by Mom's lips, the feeling was indescribable. The excitement quickly spread throughout my body... What followed made me tremble all over. Mom gently stroked the glans and the crown of my penis with the tip of her tongue, circling it again and again, then took it all into her mouth and began to tease it. I could clearly feel the glans touching my throat... I stretched my legs out from time to time to express my pleasure, but the pleasure came in waves. My mother gently licked the tip of my penis with the tip of her tongue, then lightly rubbed it with her teeth… I touched my mother’s breasts and murmured incoherently, “Mom… Xiaomin, I… I can’t take it anymore… Hurry, I want… I want it inside…” Perhaps my mother knew I was about to ejaculate if this continued, so she stopped licking and brought her mouth to mine. I sucked hard on the tongue that had just licked my penis… I was still lying flat, and I saw my mother straddle me, holding my penis with both hands, and slowly sitting down in front of her vagina. I felt the tip of my penis first in a tight, narrow, wet opening, then my mother’s whole buttocks sank down, and my entire penis went in. I heard my mother let out a happy moan. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and felt an unprecedented level of satisfaction in her lower body. My son’s thick penis was fully inserted into my mother’s vagina, and the shiny glans reached all the way to the back of her vagina. ...Perhaps Mom wanted to experience the feeling of penetration again, she actually lifted her entire buttocks up. I felt a sense of emptiness. No, I placed my hands on Mom's slender, delicate shoulders, trying to press her down, but Mom had already straightened my penis and sat down, aligning it with her vagina. This time it was much smoother than before...Mom sat on me, repeatedly lifting and lowering her buttocks, the room filled with the beautiful "splish splash" sounds of intercourse. I lay beneath Mom, overwhelmed by the pleasure, almost to the point of tears. I most wanted to see Mom's eyes, to see her expression, but Mom still had her eyes closed, her face contorted with pleasure. I couldn't bear to call out to her, but I couldn't take it anymore, I was about to ejaculate...I felt my thighs and the bed completely soaked. Then I felt Mom's vagina contract, she slowed her movements, her hips grinding deeply left and right. I thought she might have had that pleasurable orgasm. I whispered, "Mom... I... I'm so happy, I'm going to cum..." Mom placed her hands on my chest, her fingers gently playing with my nipples, her eyes looking at me affectionately. She then lifted her buttocks a few times. I stared at Mom, reached out and squeezed her breasts, thinking about everything between us. A surge of heat rushed from my feet to my whole body, my buttocks tingled, my penis throbbed in waves, my glans tingled and itched, and the semen I had endured for seventeen years finally shot into Mom's vagina in waves...

[The End]

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