Guo Jing's childhood

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Guo Jing's childhood

was marked by the incestuous pleasures of the Han siblings in the guest room, while Duan Tiande forced Li Ping to secretly flee the inn, heading north at night.

After more than ten days of walking, Li Ping's belly grew increasingly swollen, and her men's clothing only aroused suspicion, so Duan Tiande had to make her change into women's clothing. Chased by pursuers, Duan Tiande lived in constant fear, like a stray dog… This life of hunger and deprivation drove him to the brink of madness.

Several times, while staying at inns, the lustful Duan Tiande, disregarding Li Ping's impending delivery, frantically tore off her clothes. Li Ping, unwilling to be humiliated, clung to Duan Tiande, biting him desperately. However, a woman's strength was limited, and being nearly ten months pregnant, even the slightest touch to the fetus caused excruciating pain; how could she be a match for Duan Tiande? Ultimately, she inevitably succumbed to this villain, having her clothes torn off and pinned beneath him. Strangely, whenever Duan Tiande was about to force himself on her, the Han siblings would always appear just in time. Li Ping secretly thanked her husband for his spirit, while Duan Tiande gritted his teeth in hatred, yet was helpless.

As Li Ping's belly grew larger each day, her already plain appearance worsened, compounded by severe pregnancy symptoms and edema, making her even more unsightly. Duan Tiande, that lewd scoundrel, could no longer muster any lustful thoughts. Occasionally, however, he would pin Li Ping down, tear open her clothes, and use his mouth and hands to tear and bite her swollen, deformed breasts, venting his uncontrollable lust. As Li Ping neared her due date, her breasts began to secrete fluid, which would gush out with each bite from Duan Tiande.

Duan Tiande laughed wildly, "Even if I can't have you, I'll suck your milk dry, you slut!" With that, he opened his foul mouth and bit down hard on Li Ping's nipples. Li Ping was in excruciating pain, unable to escape, and could only desperately struggle, but her breasts were inevitably bitten until they were bruised and swollen.

Li Ping and Duan Tiande traveled north... their journey marked by constant fighting and cursing, without a moment of peace.

After only a few days, Han Baoju and his sister Han Xiaoying caught up with them. Duan Tiande lamented his bad luck: he had originally intended to use Li Ping as a hostage to deter enemies in case of danger. But the situation had changed. He figured he could easily escape alone, and keeping this shrew around was a major threat. He'd rather kill her and clean up the mess.

Little did he know, Li Ping was also constantly seeking an opportunity to assassinate her husband's killer. However, Duan Tiande always bound her hands and feet before bed each night, preventing her from doing so. Seeing the murderous glint in his eyes, she knew he harbored murderous intent and silently prayed, "Brother Xiao, Brother Xiao, please protect me with your spirit and let me kill this villain. I'm coming to meet you now." Li Ping quietly drew a short sword from her bosom and gripped it tightly. This short sword was a gift from Qiu Chuji, and because it was well-hidden, Duan Tiande never discovered it. Since this villain stopped abusing her, Li Ping had been hiding the short sword close to her body, just in case. Duan Tiande had long lost interest in this heavily pregnant woman. Even when he couldn't bear it, he would only tear open her clothes, grab her swollen breasts, and roughly squeeze them to relieve himself. He no longer stripped her naked and harassed her as he had done before. In recent days, the Han siblings had been relentlessly pursuing them, and Duan Tiande had been fleeing with Li Ping, neglecting his lust. This allowed Li Ping to hide the short sword close to her body.

Duan Tiande sneered, "I'll send you to your death to meet your traitorous husband." He then raised his sword to strike her head. Li Ping, resolute in her death, showed no fear. Facing the incoming blade, she used all her strength to thrust the short sword fiercely at Duan Tiande. Duan Tiande felt a chill run down his spine. He tried to knock the short sword away with his dagger, but it was incredibly sharp. With a clang, half of his dagger was severed and fell to the ground. Before he could even react, the tip of the short sword was already pressed against his chest. Duan Tiande was terrified and leaned back. With a "swoosh," his clothes were ripped open by the short sword, leaving a long, bloody gash from his chest to his abdomen. If Li Ping had exerted even a little more force, Duan Tiande would have been disemboweled. In a panic, Duan Tiande quickly picked up a chair to block Li Ping's further attacks. He shouted, "You wicked woman, put away your knife, or I won't kill you!" Li Ping, however, was already weak and powerless. At the same time, the baby in her womb was throbbing. She could no longer fight Duan Tiande and could only sit on the ground, panting heavily, but still clutching the short sword tightly in her hand.

Fearing discovery by Han Baoju and his sister, Duan Tiande wanted to escape alone, but also worried that Li Ping would reveal his whereabouts to the enemy. He had no choice but to force her onto a boat and head north along the Grand Canal, passing Linqing and Dezhou, until they reached Hebei province. After that incident, Duan Tiande dared not make any further advances towards Li Ping. Occasionally, he would sneakily grab and fondle her breasts, but Li Ping's short sword kept him busy and flustered. For the first time, Li Ping could protect herself, and her short sword remained constantly by her side. Duan Tiande, fearing the sword's sharpness, was unable to harm her. What terrified him even more was that every time he stayed ashore, no matter how secluded the location, someone would soon come looking for him. Later, besides the Han siblings, a blind man wielding an iron cane also appeared. Fortunately, none of the three recognized him, and he was always in the open while they were in the shadows, allowing him to escape in time, but it was still a perilous situation.

Not long after, Duan Tiande encountered a problem that gave him a headache. Li Ping suddenly went mad, often shouting incoherently in inns and on journeys, attracting attention. Sometimes she would tear her hair and clothes, behaving strangely. At first, Duan Tiande thought she had suffered a series of terrible events and was confused, but after a few days, he suddenly realized that she was deliberately leaving traces to prevent her pursuers from losing their trail. This made it even more difficult to escape the pursuit of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan.

At this time, the heat of summer was gradually fading, and the autumn winds were beginning to blow. Duan Tiande had fled to the far north, and the silver he carried was almost gone. The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan were still relentlessly pursuing him. At his wit's end, he couldn't help but lament, "Back when I was an official in Hangzhou, with chicken, wine, money, and courtesans, how carefree and happy I was! Why did I go to Niujia Village to kill that shrewish hussy and bandit husband for a few taels of silver? Now I'm suffering this torment." Duan Tiande considered abandoning Li Ping several times and sneaking away alone. But then he thought again, and he dared not, for his attempts to harm her had never succeeded. This protective talisman had become an inescapable burden, forcing him to live in constant fear that she would seek revenge for his husband's murder, causing him immense distress.

Before long, they arrived at Yanjing, the capital of the Jin Dynasty. Duan Tiande thought that the Jin capital was vast and populous, so he found a secluded place to hide.

He figured that if he could just find an opportunity to kill this shrew, even the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, with their extraordinary abilities, wouldn't be able to find him. He was full of calculations, but as soon as he reached the city gate, a troop of Jin soldiers came out and, without asking any questions, seized the two of them, forcing them to carry loads. Li Ping was short, so the load the Jin soldiers gave her was lighter. Duan Tiande, however, carried a heavy load of over a hundred pounds, making him groan in pain.

This troop of Jin soldiers followed an official northward. It turned out that the official was an envoy sent to the Mongol tribes to deliver the Jin emperor's edict. The Jin soldiers accompanying the group arbitrarily conscripted Han civilians as porters, forcing them to carry luggage and provisions. Duan Tiande protested a few words, but the Jin soldiers' whips lashed down on his head. He had experienced this many times before, so it was nothing new to him. The only difference was that in the past, he was the one whipping the civilians, but today the Jin soldiers were whipping him. The whips were no different, but his head was vastly different.

Li Ping's belly grew larger and larger, and carrying the loads was exhausting. Fortunately, she had been a farmer since childhood, accustomed to hardship, and was very strong. Moreover, she was willing to risk her life, so she managed to keep going. For the next several dozen days, they traveled through the bitterly cold desert.

Although it was still October, the northern lands were already bitterly cold. On this day, snowflakes fell from the sky, and the vast yellow sand offered no shelter from the wind and snow. More than three hundred people marched in a line, struggling across the boundless plains. As they marched, faint shouts suddenly came from the north. Amidst the rising dust, they saw thousands of horses galloping towards them, countless soldiers rushing towards them.

Just as everyone was in a state of panic and confusion, the large army surged in. It turned out to be a defeated army. The soldiers were dressed in fur coats, and it was unclear which tribe they belonged to in the northern desert. Seeing the overwhelming force of the defeated army, the Jin soldiers' ranks immediately fell into chaos. The soldiers threw down their bows and spears, scattering in all directions in a frantic flight. Some, having lost their horses, ran wildly on foot, only to be overtaken by the mounted soldiers behind them and fall to the horses' hooves in the blink of an eye.

Li Ping, who had been traveling with Duan Tiande, was immediately separated from him by the surging tide of defeated soldiers, and Duan Tiande was nowhere to be seen in the chaos. Li Ping hurriedly dropped her load and desperately fled to a less crowded area. Fortunately, everyone was only concerned with escaping, and no one harmed her.

Li Ping ran for a while, then felt waves of pain in her abdomen. Unable to continue, she collapsed behind a sand dune and fainted. She didn't know how much time had passed before she slowly awoke, vaguely hearing the cry of a baby. Still dazed, she didn't know if she had gone to the underworld or was still alive. But the baby's cries grew louder, and Li Ping moved, suddenly feeling a warm sensation between her legs. It was midnight, the snow had just stopped, and a bright moon peeked out from behind the clouds. Li Ping suddenly awoke, bursting into tears. The child in her womb had been born amidst their hardships.

She quickly sat up, picked up the child, and seeing it was a boy, she was overjoyed and wept tears of happiness. She immediately bit off the umbilical cord with her teeth and held the child close to her skin. In the moonlight, she could see that the child had thick eyebrows and large eyes, a loud cry, and a face that vaguely resembled her deceased husband. Giving birth in the snow would normally have meant certain death, but upon seeing her child, Li Ping inexplicably found the strength to struggle to her feet and hide in a shallow pit beside a sand dune to escape the cold. Looking at the infant and remembering her deceased husband, she was overwhelmed with mixed emotions of sorrow and joy.

She hid in the pit for the night, and by noon the next day, hearing only silence, she mustered her courage and went outside. There, she saw corpses of men and horses strewn everywhere, and amidst the yellow sand and white snow, lay scattered swords, spears, and arrows. Looking around, she saw not a single survivor.

Li Ping found some dry rations in the backpacks of the dead soldiers and ate them with the snow. She also found a flint and steel on one of the dead soldiers, cut off a piece of horse meat, and roasted it over a fire. She then stripped a fur coat from a dead soldier, wrapped it around the child, and put one on herself. Fortunately, the extreme cold prevented the corpses from decomposing easily. Li Ping ate the horse meat and endured the battlefield for about ten days, gradually regaining her strength. Holding her child, she strolled eastward. Looking at her newborn child in her arms, Li Ping's months of grief and resentment instantly transformed into tenderness and love. The desert winds were like knives, but she only prayed that the sand wouldn't hit her child's face; she herself felt no hardship.

After traveling for several days, the vegetation on the ground gradually increased. That evening, she suddenly saw two horses galloping towards her. Li Ping looked up and saw that the riders were a man and a woman; the woman was in her early forties, and the man was not yet twenty. They appeared to be mother and child. Seeing Li Ping's appearance, the Mongolian woman reined in her horse and went forward to inquire. Li Ping recounted her encounter with defeated soldiers and how she had given birth in the snow. The mother and child were Mongolian herders. Although they didn't understand her language, Mongolians are known for their hospitality and compassion for the poor and orphans. Seeing Li Ping's pitiful situation, they invited her to their yurt for a hearty meal. They even temporarily cleared out a small yurt for Li Ping and her child to stay in.

The past six months of wandering had left Li Ping feeling utterly exhausted. Although she had long since escaped the clutches of the villain Duan Tiande, the uncertain future and the question of where to go constantly troubled her. It was past midnight, and Li Ping still tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly feeling the urge to relieve herself, she put on her clothes, quietly left the yurt, and squatted down in a nearby thicket of bushes. Just then, two people emerged from the large yurt, carrying torches and riding together on a horse. Li Ping recognized them as the Mongolian mother and child from earlier that day. Seeing them heading towards the sheepfold, she realized they had gotten up in the middle of the night to check its security. Li Ping finished, pulled up her trousers, straightened her clothes, and was about to return to the yurt to sleep when she noticed the mother and child mounting their horse and heading towards the thicket. Unsure of their intentions and not wanting to be discovered, Li Ping found a relatively dense patch of bushes to hide in.

The mother and child stopped at a flat spot in the thicket, tied their horse to the branches, extinguished the torch, and sat side by side. The moonlight was as bright as silver. Although the torches were extinguished, Li Ping was less than ten meters away from the mother and son. She could see their every move clearly. The Mongolian mother and son whispered to each other, and Li Ping didn't know what they were saying. Just as she was getting bored, a scene that made her gasp appeared before her eyes. The mother and son stood up at the same time, each taking off their fur coats. At that time, snow was falling heavily in the north, and the temperature was extremely cold at midnight. However, the Mongolian mother and son seemed to care nothing for it. Although they were shivering from the cold, they were as passionate as fire. Li Ping couldn't believe that such a thing could happen in the world.

The mother and son took off their clothes, and their two bodies embraced tightly in the moonlight... They didn't seem to want to waste any time. The Mongolian woman squatted between her son's legs and reached out to grasp his penis. The Mongolian boy faced Li Ping, whose body she could clearly see. To her astonishment, his penis was not only incredibly thick and long, but also enormous. The glans alone was the size of a child's fist, and surrounding the penis were veins as thick as vines.

"An incredibly hard thing!" Li Ping had never seen such a behemoth before. Just looking at it terrified her, but the Mongolian woman seemed completely unconcerned. She casually reached out and grasped the penis, opening her mouth to take it in. Unfortunately, her mouth was too small to swallow this enormous thing; the glans alone almost burst her mouth.

The boy seemed unable to resist his lust, completely disregarding his mother's discomfort, and forcefully shoved his penis into her mouth. Before it was even halfway in, it had already reached her throat. The Mongolian woman's eyes welled with tears from the penetration. She tried to push her son away, but the boy held her head tightly, preventing her from moving. The Mongolian boy swung his hips, beginning to thrust his penis into his mother's mouth, the speed increasing rapidly.

Li Ping had never seen anything like it. The only male phallus she had ever seen in her life was her husband Guo Tianxiao's, followed by the villain Duan Tiande's. This Mongolian boy's penis was the third man's penis she had ever seen, and the largest—larger than both her husband's and the villain's. Li Ping gasped for breath, unable to believe such a massive object existed in the world.

Soon, her mother's oral sex was no longer enough to satisfy the boy's fervor. Knowing her son's desire, the Mongolian woman spat out the penis from her mouth. The boy pushed his mother onto the snow, then, with his enormous penis erect, thrust it into her vagina. Li Ping couldn't see the Mongolian woman's expression. She couldn't help but worry for her. The boy's penis was terrifyingly large; the feeling of having something thicker than a radish inserted must be unbearable, Li Ping thought with certainty.

The Mongolian woman spread her legs as wide as possible to make it easier for her son's enormous member to enter her body. The boy began thrusting his penis in and out. He seemed aware of its size, so he dared not insert it all at once, trying to keep only two-thirds of his penis inside her vagina with each thrust. Even so, it filled his mother's vagina to the brim, reaching her uterus. The Mongolian woman screamed, speaking in a Mongolian dialect that Li Ping couldn't understand. Li Ping, herself a mother, knew that this woman was in a state of indescribable excitement. The boy's thrusting intensified, until finally, the Mongolian woman's screams couldn't keep up with the speed of her son's thrusts.

Li Ping's mind went blank. As a Han Chinese, she had been instilled with the Three Cardinal Guides and Five Constant Virtues since childhood. Every time she had sex with her husband, she was always discreet and shy. How could she compare to this couple, fooling around in the wilderness? What disgusted and ashamed her even more was that this couple was a genuine mother and son. Although Li Ping was illiterate, she understood basic human ethics. She couldn't believe she'd encountered such inhumane acts among the Mongol Tartars. Her mind was a jumbled mess, unable to process anything. She felt disgusted, but she didn't hate the mother and son. Although they had committed such a vile act of incest, Li Ping didn't believe they were unforgivable, though she couldn't explain why.

Li Ping, in a daze, continued watching the incestuous act between the Mongol mother and son. The boy's penis seemed to be fully inside his mother. The Mongol woman's expression shifted from pain to pleasure. The boy, seeing this, became even more excited, his thrusting increasing unconsciously. The Mongol woman's breathing became more rapid, her legs tightly wrapped around her son's strong waist. The boy pressed his hands against the snow, using his penis as a hoe, relentlessly hoeing his mother's fertile, spring-filled field. Lust had driven the Mongol woman to irrationality; she cried out and screamed, twisting her waist to meet the thrusts of her son's enormous penis.

The Mongolian woman's screams, combined with the sounds of their intercourse, aroused a strange excitement in Li Ping. The boy laughed loudly, muttering incoherently. Although Li Ping couldn't understand Mongolian, she could tell from his tone that he was very excited. Just then, the boy suddenly withdrew his penis, pulled his mother's head between his legs, and shoved his extremely aroused penis into her mouth. The Mongolian woman gripped her son's thick penis tightly with both hands, licked the glans with her tongue, and then began to suckle it in and out.

The boy trembled all over, and a large amount of thick, pungent semen gushed out like a burst dam. Although the Mongolian woman tried desperately to swallow it, countless drops of thick semen still spilled from the corners of her mouth. Finally, the boy pulled his penis, now empty of semen, from his mother's mouth. The Mongolian woman collapsed on the snow, exhausted, panting and groaning.

After their passion subsided, the boy returned to his obedient self, helping his mother to her feet. The Mongolian woman embraced him tightly, pressing her full breasts against his broad chest. Mother and son rolled together on the snow, laughing and nibbling. After an unknown amount of time, a cold wind blew, and the Mongolian woman shivered. They realized it was late and quickly got up from the snow to put on their clothes and hats, during which time they engaged in another round of passionate, lewd acts.

Finally, the Mongolian mother and son left. Li Ping returned to her small yurt, distraught. The events of the night were utterly unbelievable. She had never witnessed such incestuous acts between mother and son before. She didn't know how many mothers and sons in the Central Plains engaged in such shameful acts, but she knew that even if they did, none would dare to engage in such unrestrained, open sexual intercourse as this mother and son. Looking at her son, not yet a month old, at the child with thick eyebrows and big eyes, Li Ping had a strange thought: "When this child grows up, will he be with his mother?" She recalled the scene from earlier, the lewd mother and son in the snow. She thought: If my child grows up and wants to do that with his mother, what should I do? Li Ping suddenly snapped out of her daze, spitting and cursing herself for being shameless. She hadn't even avenged her husband's death, yet she was thinking such lewd thoughts—how was she any different from a pig or a dog?

Li Ping tried to suppress the troubling thought, but the scene of the Mongolian mother and son's incestuous act in the snow kept lingering in her mind. Naturally, the thought kept recurring: "When my son grows up and wants to do that with his mother, what should I do?" Li Ping felt her breasts swell, and suddenly felt an urge to breastfeed her son. Unable to control herself, she picked up her sleeping son, waking him from his sleep. The child cried loudly, his cries echoing across the grasslands in the middle of the night. Li Ping panicked, quickly unbuttoning her clothes and pulling out her large, breasts—typical of a breastfeeding woman—her hands trembling as she placed a grape-sized, dark nipple into her son's mouth. The baby immediately stopped crying and began to suckle contentedly from his mother's breast.

Just then, the Mongolian woman pushed aside the curtain and entered, carrying a bowl of steaming ginger soup. She mumbled a lot, then gently stroked the child's head, smiling happily. Li Ping stared at the Mongolian woman before her, so kind and gentle, and couldn't believe that she was the same woman who had just been so brazenly intimate with her son in the snow. Seeing Li Ping looking at her, the Mongolian woman pointed to the bowl on the wooden table. The Mongolian woman murmured something, indicating she should drink it while it was hot. Li Ping nodded gratefully and drank the bowl of strong ginger soup. The Mongolian woman was happy, murmured something, patted the child's head, and left.

Li Ping watched the Mongolian woman's retreating figure, filled with mixed emotions: This barbarian woman, though having an affair with her son, was kind at heart; who could say she wasn't a good person? Duan Tiande, that villain who deserved to be killed a thousand times, surely wouldn't commit incest with his mother, but he was inherently cruel; who could say he was a good person? Li Ping's thoughts wandered, gazing at her son suckling at her breast, and in her hazy vision, he transformed into a tall, strong, and heroic young man… In the snow, they were repeating the pleasures the Mongolian mother and son had shared, the son's thrusts so powerful, and her

own feeling so comfortable and pleasurable. Li Ping blushed deeply, but she couldn't stop her wild thoughts; she was hoping, anticipating this day. The stimulation of their affair aroused her vagina, which hadn't fully recovered after childbirth. Her legs parted, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed out like a spring. Her son, full of milk, looked up at his mother. Li Ping, on a whim, stripped off her lower garments, spread her legs, revealing her wet, pubic hair-covered vulva, and, holding her son, adjusted the angle so that his little hands could reach into her wide-open vagina. The son, unaware of what was happening, reached into his mother's vagina and fumbled around, his hands covered in the slippery vaginal fluid. The little boy giggled happily, seemingly enjoying the sensation.

Her son's play made Li Ping tremble all over; the feeling was so intensely pleasurable. She wanted to scream, but dared not, and finally let out a low moan…

Half a month later, the herders who had taken in Li Ping and her son were leaving. Although everyone was a little reluctant to see them go, the Mongols were nomadic and had no fixed abode. They moved east and west with their livestock, following the water and pasture, settling wherever they came from. Their "home," a tent made of felt to shelter them from the wind and snow, was the famous yurt. When the herders left, they left Li Ping with four lambs.

Li Ping settled down alone in the desert. She built a thatched hut by the water and grass, raised livestock, and spun wool into felt, exchanging it with the herders for grain to support her child.

Several years passed quickly, and the child grew up. Following her husband's dying wish, Li Ping named her child Guo Jing. The child was slow to learn to speak, a bit slow-witted, and didn't learn to talk until he was four years old. Fortunately, he was strong and, despite his young age, could already herd cattle and sheep on the grassland. Li Ping and her son depended on each other, working diligently, and their livestock gradually increased, improving their livelihood. The mother and son also learned Mongolian, but in everyday conversation, they still spoke the dialect of their hometown, Lin'an. Looking at her son's simple-minded appearance, saying things like "sheep" and "horse" with her Lin'an accent, Li Ping couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She often told her son, "Your father is a hero from Shandong; you should speak the Shandong dialect too." "It's a pity I didn't spend enough time with your father to learn his rolled 'r' speech, so I can't teach you."

Li Ping doted on Guo Jing, her posthumous son, and cared for him deeply. Guo Jing slept with his mother from a young age, never separated for a single day. Li Ping often gazed at her son in a daze, vaguely seeing her deceased husband's shadow in him. Guo Jing always called her "Mom" in his childish voice, which warmed her heart. Li Ping loved to hug her son, kissing and caressing him all over. Guo Jing didn't understand why his mother liked to touch his genitals. His mother would spend a considerable amount of time touching and kneading them every day. He asked her why, and she would always tell him it was because she loved Jing'er.

His mother still loved to hug him, kiss him, and touch him. The only difference was that from the age of five, his mother would often use the excuse of feeling unwell to ask her son to massage her entire body. Although Li Ping's appearance was plain... Yong, a young woman not yet thirty, had worked on the farm since childhood. Accustomed to hardship, she was full-figured and strong, with soft and elastic skin. Whenever her son's little hands touched her body, Li Ping felt a strange sense of comfort, and the scene of their lewd encounter in the snow would naturally resurface in her mind.

One summer evening when Guo Jing was six, something momentous happened that would profoundly impact his life, something he would never forget. That night, after mother and son went to bed, Li Ping, as usual, gave her son her obligatory kisses and caresses. For some reason, Li Ping seemed particularly excited that night. Seeing the sweat on his mother's forehead, Guo Jing said understandingly, "Mom, you've worked hard. Can Jing'er massage Mom?" Li Ping kissed her son and smiled, "Okay, Jing'er will massage Mom." Li Ping

lay down on the bed, smiling as she watched her son massage her. Guo Jing's little hands earnestly rubbed his mother's belly. Li Ping's lower abdomen was slightly protruding, round and soft. Guo Jing couldn't understand why his mother's body was so soft and elastic. His sexual awareness was still developing, and he only focused on massaging his mother's belly. Li Ping felt comfortable all over, squinting her eyes, looking very relaxed. Unconsciously, Guo Jing's little hand reached down to his mother's crotch, touching a fluffy, hairy mass through her pajama bottoms. Curious, Guo Jing kneaded it harder, feeling its warmth and touching a soft, round mound of flesh. Guo Jing wondered why his mother didn't have a penis like his.

Li Ping, caught off guard by her son's touch, cried out in surprise, her face turning red, and her legs straightening instantly. Guo Jing said foolishly, "Mommy's penis is gone!" His childlike innocence amused Li Ping. She smiled and said, "Silly Jing'er, Mommy is a woman, Mommy doesn't have a penis." "Guo Jing asked, puzzled, "Mommy doesn't have a little bird? What does Mommy have? Can you show it to Jing'er?"

Li Ping was a little flustered. Although she had thought about this question and was willing to do so, her son's request came too quickly and suddenly, leaving her momentarily speechless. Guo Jing looked at his mother, whose face was turning red and then white, and said, "If Mommy doesn't want to, Jing'er won't look. Don't be angry, Mommy."

Li Ping had calmed down and kissed her son, saying, "Mommy can show it to Jing'er, but Jing'er must promise Mommy that you won't tell anyone about this, understand?" Guo Jing looked at his mother and nodded repeatedly. Li Ping got up, took off her underwear, lay down on the bed, pulled her son between her legs, and said with a blushing face, "Jing'er, look carefully, and tell Mommy what you see after you've looked."

Guo Jing was only six years old and didn't yet understand what appreciation was. Since his mother told him to look, he did. He put his little head close to his mother's crotch and saw a lump of flesh about the size of a soft steamed bun, covered with many black hairs. The hairs weren't long, but they were thick and messy, covering the entire fleshy mound. In the middle of the mound was a faintly visible slit, dark red, slightly open, and somewhat moist, as if it were still steaming. Guo Jing looked at his mother's physiology, so different from his own, and asked curiously, "Mom, what is this? Why is it like this?"

Li Ping said, "This is a woman's thing, in vulgar terms it's called 'vagina,' and in some places it's called 'little hole.'" Afraid that her son wouldn't understand, Li Ping sat up and used her hands to examine her own genitals, explaining to her son, "Jing'er, do you see those hairs?" Guo Jing nodded. Li Ping said, "These hairs are called 'pubic hair,' and both men and women have them." Guo Jing asked, "Do I have them too, Jing'er?" Li Ping lovingly stroked her son's little head and laughed, "Silly Jing'er, didn't Mom say that both men and women have these things?" "Jing'er, why don't you have one? You'll only have one when you grow up." Seeing her son nod in understanding, Li Ping pointed to the bulge of flesh below her abdomen and explained, "This soft, bun-like thing is the 'mons pubis,' and the cleft below the mons pubis is called the 'vagina.'"

Li Ping opened her vagina with her fingers and said, "Jing'er, do you see? What do these two separate pieces of flesh look like?" Guo Jing tilted his head and looked, thinking for a moment before saying, "Like lips." Li Ping smiled and said, "Jing'er is so clever! That's right! Like lips. Because it looks like lips, this flesh is also called the 'labia.'" Li Ping opened her labia and said, "Jing'er, look again. What do you see?" Guo Jing tilted his head, watching intently. He saw two smaller, fleshy folds inside. Guo Jing used his little finger to pull apart the folds, revealing two small, large openings. At the junction of the two folds was a small, bright red fleshy nub. Guo Jing, being a mischievous child, squeezed the nub with his finger.

Li Ping felt as if she had been electrocuted, her whole body trembling. Guo Jing found this amusing and squeezed the nub even harder. Li Ping couldn't help but cry out, her body trembling, collapsing onto the bed and groaning. After a while, she sat up, panting, "Bad Jing'er, don't mess around, Mommy can't take it." Guo Jing looked at his mother, bewildered, and asked, "Jing'er is very obedient, why would Mommy call me bad Jing'er? Did Jing'er use too much force just now? Why can't Mommy take it?" Li

Ping knew that her son was too young to understand a woman's sexual desires, and it wouldn't be easy to explain in a short time. So she changed the subject, saying, "Did Jing'er see Mom's body clearly?" Guo Jing nodded. Li Ping said, "Jing'er, when you parted those two little fleshy parts, because they resemble lips, they are also called 'labia minora.' But because they are small, they are called 'labia minora.' The two fleshy parts that Mom just parted are large, so they are called 'labia majora.'" Li Ping paused briefly, then continued, "The two orifices Jing'er saw are very important. The smaller one is called the urethra; without it, a woman can't urinate. The larger one is called the vagina, which is used for childbirth. Your mother gave birth to you through that."

Guo Jing asked doubtfully, "Did Jing'er really emerge from that place?" Li Ping stroked her son's head and asked, "Does Jing'er not believe your mother?" Guo Jing replied, "Jing'er believes." Li Ping smiled and said, "Your mother knows there are many things you don't understand. You're still young, and there are many things I don't know how to tell you. In a few years, when you grow up, I'll tell you, okay?" Guo Jing was a sensible child, and hearing his mother say this, he didn't ask any more questions.

Li Ping's vagina then slowly closed, finally becoming a slit. Guo Jing was astonished. Li Ping explained, "Jing'er, do you see? Mommy's vagina automatically contracts and closes. A woman's two orifices are very tender and prone to illness, so they need two small fleshy lips to protect them. And those small fleshy lips are protected by two large fleshy lips, layer upon layer wrapping around the two orifices. Dirty things can't get in, so it's not easy to get sick." Guo Jing wanted to ask more, but Li Ping laughed, "Silly Jing'er, if you don't sleep, Mommy needs to sleep too! Good boy, let's talk while we sleep, okay?"

"Good boy, kiss Mommy," Li Ping said, hugging her son tightly. Guo Jing's little mouth pressed against his mother's, making loud kissing sounds. Li Ping, unable to resist, laughed heartily and reached out to tickle her son's waist and ribs. Guo Jing was ticklish and giggled incessantly, his small body wriggling in his mother's arms. Li Ping found it amusing and continued tickling. Guo Jing laughed laboriously, his little hands reaching out to grab wildly, accidentally grabbing his mother's breast. Li Ping's body immediately stirred as her son touched her sensitive spot. Guo Jing pinched his mother's nipples with both hands, enjoying the sensation. Li Ping stopped tickling her son, her breathing quickening, and she whispered, "Jing'er, don't pinch them like that, it hurts Mommy."

Guo Jing leaned close to his mother's ear and whispered sweetly, "Mommy, Jing'er wants to suckle." Although Guo Jing was six years old, Li Ping loved her son dearly and always made him suckle at her breast before bed, a habit that had become a habit over the years. Guo Jing, being a young child, was easily drowsy after playing with his mother and thus made this request. Li Ping cupped her heavy breasts in her hands and brought them to her son's mouth. Guo Jing cupped his breasts with both hands and began to suckle with relish. Li Ping hugged her beloved son tightly, her lower body rubbing against his smooth skin. Guo Jing, oblivious to his mother's suffering, continued to suckle at her breasts with relish. Li Ping stopped rubbing her lower body and stroked her son's thick hair affectionately, saying, "My good Jing'er, Mommy's sweet baby, go to sleep early. We have to go up the mountain to herd sheep tomorrow. Go to sleep early, my baby." She sang a lullaby from the countryside of Lin'an as she soothed him.

Guo Jing's eyes slowly closed, and his sucking gradually slowed and finally stopped. Li Ping knew her son was asleep. She didn't pull her nipple away, letting him suckle like that. Looking at her son's tender face, she thought of her deceased husband, and tears unconsciously streamed down her face. Her family could have lived a peaceful and carefree life, but because of that despicable villain, Duan Tiande, who deserved to be torn to pieces, not only did he take her husband's life, but he also drove her mother to her death. Her son was now old enough to be attending school in the countryside, but…

the thought of her young son herding cattle and sheep in the wind and sand of the desert filled Li Ping with grief, and she couldn't help but weep bitterly. Tears dripped onto her son's tender face. Suddenly, Guo Jing's sleep-talking voice rang out: "Big bad wolf, go away quickly! Don't take away my little lamb! This is what my mother worked so hard to weave to earn this... Mother, Mother, it's raining! Little lamb, hurry up, the rain will make you sick. Mother will be so sad to see you get sick. Jing'er doesn't want Mother to be sad... Mother, Mother, don't be sad. Jing'er will definitely kill that big bad guy Duan Tiande to avenge Father..."

Looking at her sensible son, Li Ping's heart ached. She grabbed her son's little hand and gently bit it, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls...

In the northern borderlands, October arrived, and the weather grew colder...

One winter day that year, after Guo Jing had eaten the breakfast his mother had prepared, he rode a small horse and, with his sheepdog, prepared to go out to herd sheep. Before leaving, Li Ping carefully checked that the grain and water tied to the horse's back were secure, only feeling relieved when she felt everything was safe. She fastened her son's fur coat tightly. "The weather is getting colder, and a blizzard could come at any time," Li Ping said. "Jing'er, you should stay on the nearby hill and herd sheep. Don't go far, okay? I'll worry if I don't see you." Guo Jing nodded and said, "Don't worry, Mom, I won't go far." Li Ping kissed her son and said, "Mom knows Jing'er is a good boy.

" A lamb bleated and snuggled into its mother's arms. Guo Jing looked at the nursing lamb and said to himself, "The little lamb must be so happy." Li Ping was taken aback, then pulled her son to her side, took his little hand, and held it in her warm embrace, saying softly, "Jing'er, do you want Mom to nurse you too?" Guo Jing chuckled. Li Ping looked up at the sky, which was a hazy gray, and a blizzard seemed imminent. She said worriedly, "The weather is bad, Jing'er, be careful, don't go far, and come back early. Mom will be waiting for you." Li Ping straightened her open clothes and gently rubbed her breasts, which her son had pinched sorely. Standing at the doorway, watching Guo Jing's lonely figure herd the sheep away into the distance,

Li Ping felt a pang of sadness. Only after her son's small figure disappeared from sight did she reluctantly go back inside to continue weaving the felt to exchange for grain. The sun was setting, and her son still hadn't returned. Li Ping began to worry: "Jing'er is a very sensible child, not one to play around. He usually comes home long ago. Is something wrong that he hasn't returned today?" Li Ping was restless. Her son was still young; what could she do if something happened on the vast grassland? Gazing at the darkening sky, her beloved son still hadn't returned, and Li Ping felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. She stepped out of the wooden gate and looked out over the grassland, but all she saw was a vast, dark night, without a trace of human activity.

As midnight approached, the sound of her beloved son herding the sheep finally reached her ears. Li Ping, anxious as an ant on a hot pan, wiped away her tears and rushed outside, finding her son herding the sheep into the pen. Seeing her son, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled. Guo Jing, having secured the sheep and tied up his horse, saw his mother's worried expression and said anxiously, "Jing'er is back." Li Ping rushed forward and hugged her son

, sobbing, "Where did Jing'er go? I was so worried!" Recounting what he had seen during the day, Guo Jing appeared both nervous and excited, his speech slurred. Finally, he managed to give a rough account. Seeing her son's beaming face, without a trace of fear, Li Ping thought that although the child was young and somewhat clumsy, he was still from a military family and possessed the courage inherited from his father. Thinking this, she felt both joy and sorrow. Guo Jing then said, "That black-robed general was so powerful; Jing'er admires him so much."

Seeing her son return safely, the mother was already content; nothing else mattered. Li Ping seemed not to hear her son's words, instead hugging him even tighter, saying, "Be careful in the future, don't worry your mother, okay, Jing'er?" Guo Jing nodded sensibly, "I will be careful in the future, Mother, don't worry. When Jing'er grows up, I will take good care of Mother." Li Ping's sweetness seeped into her heart, and the mother and son embraced each other, as if time had stood still, unable to separate for a long time.

Li Ping remembered that her son hadn't eaten yet, and said with self-reproach, "Mother was so happy to see Jing'er that she forgot everything. Good boy, sit down first, Mother will go and heat up some food for Jing'er."

After her son finished his dinner, Li Ping brought over a basin of hot water and said, "Mother will help Jing'er wipe his body, it'll be better for him to sleep when he's warm."

Li Ping wrung out the water droplets from the towel and carefully wiped every inch of her son's tender skin. When she wiped his abdomen, she stopped, her eyes fixed on her son's little penis, which was only a little over two inches long and had unconsciously become erect. Guo Jing didn't know it, he only felt comfortable all over, and couldn't help but giggle. Li Ping's face flushed red, her hands trembled, and she felt as if thousands of ants were crawling and devouring inside her. Finally, she unconsciously lowered her head and slowly took the small penis into her mouth, her tongue carefully licking the head and shaft. Unable to resist his mother's teasing, Guo Jing's little hands roamed over her back. Li Ping released her son's penis, saying, "Jing'er, go to sleep first. Cover yourself with the blankets so you don't catch a cold. Mommy will come and keep you company

as soon as I've packed my things." Guo Jing said, "Mommy, hurry up!" Li Ping scolded, "Don't you have any patience to wait for Mommy? I've spoiled Jing'er for nothing." Li Ping packed her things, closed the windows and doors, and quickly took off her clothes, crawling naked into the bed. She hugged her son tightly, saying, "Good boy, hold Mommy tight, Mommy is so cold." Guo Jing hugged his mother and giggled, "Mommy's body is so cold." Li Ping pressed her lips to her son's mouth, saying, "Good boy, let Mommy kiss you." Guo Jing, as his mother had always taught him, put his little tongue into his mother's mouth, and Li Ping sucked on his little tongue. Guo Jing, driven by some unknown impulse, kept grabbing and playing with his mother's breasts. Li Ping held her son with her left hand, and inserted her right middle finger into her vagina, constantly fiddling with it. While sucking on her son's little tongue, she let out soft moans.

Guo Jing's hands rested on his mother's breasts, squeezing and playing with her two plump nipples. Her nipples were Li Ping's erogenous zones; being played with by her son sent a rush of pleasure to her head, and her breathing became rapid. Unable to bear the stimulation, Li Ping exhaled her son's tongue and gasped for breath. Guo Jing's small hands roamed over his mother's elastic skin, his little mouth taking turns sucking on her two plump nipples. His small hands caressed his mother's trembling thighs. Li Ping, realizing that the person in front of her was her own son, felt her tight vagina involuntarily leak a slippery fluid.

"Ah... Jing'er... you bad boy... your hands are bad too... ah... ah... you're killing Mommy... killing Mommy... so... beautiful... um..." Li Ping's mind became hazy. Guo Jing continued to move his small hands, following his mother's instructions, clumsily caressing and playing with her labia and clitoris. A strange pleasure washed over Li Ping. This drove her wildly excited; her nipples hardened with arousal, and her legs convulsed violently. Her vaginal secretions increased, and the soft, dark hair around her mons pubis was already soaked.

Guo Jing suddenly shrank back into the covers. Li Ping was puzzled when her son parted her thighs and buried his head between her legs, sucking and licking her overflowing vulva. Driven by lust, Li Ping's reason nearly collapsed. She rubbed her breasts, screaming, "Ah...my good Jing'er...good Jing'er...you're licking me so well...I can't take it anymore...hurry...lick me to death...suck me dry...oh my god...um...ah...ah...oh...oh...good Jing'er...good Jing'er...you're so amazing...I'm...coming...um...oh...oh...coming...coming...ah...I'm coming...coming..."

Li Ping's hips swayed up and down, responding to her son's sucking and licking. She gripped the sheets tightly, screaming. Her son's sucking had brought this long-deprived widow to an unprecedented climax. Her body convulsed, and hot vaginal fluid gushed out. Guo Jing, unaware of its nature, only felt a strange, sweet taste. Thinking his mother's fluids couldn't be poisonous, he recklessly sucked it all up.

Guo Jing crawled out of bed and asked his mother, "Mom, are you very tired? I was scared when I heard you crying and screaming." Li Ping looked at her son's face, which was covered with her semen, and sighed, "Mom is fine, Jing'er, don't worry." After the pleasure came disappointment. Li Ping didn't understand why she had been so lewd. She weakly held her son in her arms, pressed his little head against her full breasts, and gently stroked his hair, saying, "Good Jing'er, you must be very tired after a hard day's work. Go to sleep early, okay? Mom is a little sleepy too. We can talk about it tomorrow morning."

On the morning of the third day, Li Ping had to go to the market again. Guo Jing helped his mother put the felt blanket on the horse's back and asked, "Mother, are you going to the market to exchange it for grain?" Li Ping tied the blanket to the horse's back, kissed her son, and said, "The grain at home is almost gone, so I quickly wove these felt blankets to exchange for some grain at the market to get through the winter." Guo Jing asked, "When will you be back, Mother?" Li Ping smiled and said, "Silly Jing'er, I'll be back naturally after exchanging the grain. What are you worried about? It's not like it's the first time I've exchanged grain." Guo Jing hugged his mother's neck, kissed her, and said, "Mother, come back soon. I'm afraid I won't see you again."

Why would her son say such frightening things? Li Ping, distraught, mounted her horse and rode off to the market. After leaving her son, Li Ping felt uneasy, her eyelids twitching inexplicably. Could something have happened to her son? She dared not think about it, but her heart kept turning to the worst, her worry for her son almost bursting out of her chest.

Reaching the market, she found a familiar herdsman, exchanged grain for provisions, and tied herself to her horse. Just as she was about to sit down to rest, drink some water, and eat some dry rations, she overheard several herdsmen discussing a heartbreaking event. Inquiring further, she learned that a shepherd boy had been killed that morning by a stray arrow while tending sheep… Li Ping's mind went blank. Her immediate thought was, could it be Jing'er? Just then, she heard an older herdsman say, “That child is so pitiful, so young… alas…” Another herdsman said, “I heard it was accidentally shot by one of Temujin Khan's men while chasing a defeated general named Jebe.” A middle-aged woman nearby said, “His face was completely mutilated. The child's mother must be heartbroken… alas… the child is so pitiful, only five or six years old, such a good child, so young…” The woman couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy.

Li Ping's hands and feet turned cold. Remembering her son's ominous words before she left, and the various misfortunes of the day, she grew increasingly fearful. Had something happened to Jing'er? Forget about water and rations, Li Ping leaped onto her horse and whipped it wildly towards home. As she ran, she prayed silently, "Brother Xiao, Brother Xiao, I beg your spirit in heaven to protect our child. I'd give my life if it meant my child's safety." Finally, she broke down in tears, "Jing'er, my dear child, please don't let anything happen to you. If anything happens to you, there's no point in me living anymore. I... I'd rather die with you."

Li Ping was desperate to get home, constantly whipping the old horse, but its strength was failing, and she reached home as the sun was setting. In the distance, she saw a tall warrior holding her son's hand, waiting in front of the thatched hut. Only then did her heart, which had been hanging in suspense all day, finally settle. The old horse reached the doorway, its hooves giving way, and collapsed. Li Ping, disregarding the horse, jumped off and rushed forward, embracing her son, "Jing'er, are you alright? You scared me to death!" She rubbed her face against her son's, tears streaming down her face.

Guo Jing wiped away his mother's tears and said, "Jing'er is alright. It was Uncle Zhebie who saved Jing'er."

Li Ping realized that she had lost her composure and quickly wiped away her tears and stepped forward to bow, saying, "This humble woman thanks the hero for saving my son."

Jebe quickly bowed in return and recounted what had happened. Li Ping, seeing the numerous whip marks on her son's head and face, was heartbroken and tears streamed down her face. Jebe repeatedly praised Guo Jing's strength and chivalry. Although Li Ping was distressed by her son's injuries, she was also pleased that he hadn't forgotten her teachings. She humbly said, "Good child, this is how one should be."

Jebe revealed Temujin's intention, and Li Ping thought, "If my son spends his life herding sheep on this grassland, how can he avenge his father's death? It would be better to take this opportunity to let Jing'er gain more experience in the army. Perhaps in the future, he can seize an opportunity to avenge his father's death." She immediately agreed. Jebe was pleased, but Li Ping suggested that it was getting late and they hadn't packed their belongings yet, so she hoped to come to the camp the next day. Jebe, seeing her reasoning and the deep sorrow in his mother's heart, knew that mother and son must have much to say, so he decided to leave the next day. He put down the wine and meat, agreed to pick him up the next day, and then turned and rode back to Temujin's army.

After dinner, Li Ping began packing her belongings. There wasn't much to pack; while the house wasn't destitute, it wasn't wealthy either. She quickly packed a few clothes. Looking at her soon-to-be-abandoned home, Li Ping was filled with mixed emotions. Though simple, the house had sheltered them from six years of hardship; without it, she and her son wouldn't have survived. Suddenly, she thought, without her and her son, where would this house be? What a contradiction! Li Ping couldn't help but smile.

Tomorrow they would move to a completely unfamiliar environment, and the outcome was uncertain. But Li Ping was willing to take the gamble. She didn't want her son to spend his life herding sheep on the grasslands. As Han Chinese, the Central Plains were their home. If she could seize this opportunity, she might not only return to the Central Plains but even avenge her husband's death—this was her dream. Lost

in her own thoughts, Li Ping was unaware that Guo Jing was already sitting beside her. "What are you thinking about, Mom?" Li Ping gently stroked her son and said, "Mom is thinking about tomorrow." Guo Jing asked, "Will we never come back?" Li Ping firmly replied, "Whether things are good or bad, we will never come back." Guo Jing asked, "Mom, where will we go?" Li Ping shook her head and said, "Mom doesn't know. When we get to Temujin's camp, we might go to a very, very far place and have to fight..." Li Ping looked at her son and asked, "Jing'er, are you scared?" Guo Jing said bravely, "Jing'er isn't scared. Jing'er will protect Mom." Li Ping said happily, "Jing'er is a good boy. Mom is very happy." Guo Jing said, "Uncle Zhebie said he would teach me archery." Li Ping said happily, "Uncle Zhebie is a master archer. Jing'er must learn diligently." Guo Jing nodded and said, "Mom, don't worry. Jing'er will learn diligently. In the future, I will use the skills Uncle Zhebie taught me to kill that scoundrel Duan Tiande and avenge my father."

Guo Jing, at such a young age, had such ambition. Li Ping couldn't help but cry tears of joy and hugged her son, kissing him repeatedly. "Good boy, my good boy, Mommy is so happy, so very happy," Li Ping said. She wiped away her mother's tears and said, "Mommy, don't cry. Jing'er will listen to you." Li Ping gently stroked the whip marks on her son's face and asked with heartache, "Jing'er, tell Mommy, does your face still hurt?" Guo Jing nodded and said, "It hurts, but Jing'er isn't afraid. Mommy said a man must be strong, and Jing'er is a man, I will be very strong."

Li Ping poured the prepared medicine powder into a bowl, took out the honey she usually couldn't bear to eat, mixed it with the powder, and gently applied it to the whip marks on her son's face, saying, "Jing'er won't feel pain after the powder dries." Guo Jing said, "Jing'er, with all this powder on your face, how will you hug Mommy to sleep later?" Thinking of her son's fervor, Li Ping's face flushed slightly. She gently poked her son's forehead and scolded, "Jing'er is such a bad boy." Guo Jing asked blankly, "Does hugging Mommy to sleep make me a bad boy?" Li Ping's face was flushed red, unsure how to answer. She picked up her son and said, "Mommy won't talk to Jing'er anymore." She put him on the bed, covered him with the blanket, and said, "Jing'er, be a good boy and go to sleep. Mommy will come and keep you

company after I've wiped myself down." Guo Jing stared blankly at his mother, not understanding why cuddling his mother to sleep made him a bad child. Li Ping wiped herself down, blew out the oil lamp, and slipped into the blankets, naturally reaching for her son. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah!" It turned out that Guo Jing had secretly taken off his clothes and was hiding naked under the blankets. Li Ping laughed and scolded, "Jing'er, why are you naked?" Guo Jing replied, "I can't sleep without hugging Mommy." Li Ping thought for a moment, then slipped out of the blankets, quickly stripped off her clothes, and crawled back in. Guo Jing touched and played with his mother's naked body, then clapped his hands and laughed, "Mommy's naked too!" Li Ping laughed, "Isn't it all for you, you naughty boy?"

Li Ping's breathing was soft, and the warm breath from her nose evenly sprayed onto her son's face, making Guo Jing feel a ticklish, tingling sensation. Li Ping pressed one breast against her son's small chest, while simultaneously grasping his hand and pressing it against her other breast. She was only twenty-four years old; although she had given birth and her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, her limbs were soft and strong. Her nipples were somewhat dark, but her breasts were very firm, and her buttocks were even more rounded and full.

She let her son rub her breasts to his heart's content, and only after he was satisfied did she guide his small hand to her vulva. Guo Jing felt the warm, moist opening of his mother's genitals, exceptionally soft to rub, with soft, fluffy hairs all around, feeling very comfortable to touch. Without being urged, Guo Jing began to rub his mother's vulva. His fingers slid into his mother's vagina; due to years of sexual abstinence, Li Ping's vagina was quite narrow, and his fingers were immediately surrounded by soft, hot, and sensual flesh.

Guo Jing vigorously moved his fingers in and out of his mother's narrow passage, busily working. Li Ping swayed gently as her son's fingers moved in and out, letting out low moans. Her vagina secreted a slippery, lustful fluid that coated her son's fingers, making it easier for him to move them in and out.

Li Ping breathed heavily, finally recovering. She scolded, "Jing'er, where did you learn such naughty tricks to torment your mother like this?" Guo Jing replied, "Mother taught me, have you forgotten?" Li Ping realized her mistake. The truth was, Guo Jing had grown up surrounded by cattle and sheep; his mother was the only woman he had ever been in contact with. She was also his sexual awakening. Li Ping, embarrassed and embarrassed, stubbornly retorted, "Jing'er, you're talking nonsense! How could I have taught you such a shameless method?" Guo Jing was bewildered and stopped moving his fingers.

Li Ping assumed her son was tired and said, "Jing'er, go to sleep early. We have to travel tomorrow." Guo Jing was only six years old, his sexual desires undeveloped, and his feelings about sexuality were not strong. Hearing his mother's instructions, coupled with the fright and beating he had received during the day, he was exhausted and soon fell asleep.

Li Ping, fearing her son would catch a cold, dressed him and then took a towel to wipe away the lingering semen from his genitals. She thought to herself, "Jing'er may not be the most clever child, but he's incredibly focused and has a stubborn, unwavering determination, just like his father." Thinking of her son's earlier fierce and somewhat foolish display, Li Ping's face burned with embarrassment.

The next morning, after breakfast, they saw Jebe arrive with a carriage to meet them. Li Ping and her son, along with their valuables and livestock, accompanied Jebe to Temujin's army camp.

The mission assigned by Brother Jyl at the rear was finally completed. Due to the rushed writing of this new Legend of the Condor Heroes, there are inevitably many errors and omissions. I hope to receive corrections from Brother Jyl and all my supportive friends.

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