The Call of the Distant Mountains

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"Fushan—Fulin—Come on—" Every night, as darkness fell and the lights came on, my mother's
voice would call my brother and me home for dinner. Everyone in the village said my mother was the most virtuous woman in the village.

She married into our family at seventeen and gave birth to four of us siblings, making a great contribution to our family, which had
only
one son per generation in those times. My eldest brother is Fushan, I am Fulin, the second oldest, my younger sister is Funi, and the youngest is Fuhai. We siblings are all three years apart. Although the family grew, our poverty remained. We brothers grew into tall and strong men, but
we couldn't find wives. When my eldest brother was twenty-eight, he married my sister Funi in a marriage exchange.

As I grew older, watching my peers get married and start their own families, my
heart began to stir. My desire for women grew stronger every day. Especially after attending a friend's
wedding and playing pranks on the newlyweds, the impulses of a mature man erupted like a volcano, difficult to control. Perhaps it was around that time
that I began to develop a strong interest in women, and the torment of wanting them but not being able to have them made me even more miserable.

When I was working in the city, seeing the women with their full breasts, plump hips, fair arms, and round legs only fueled my
uncontrollable lust. That restless desire and burning impulse often made me lose control. But reason wouldn't allow me to
rashly go out and assault them. In my repressed emotions, I often heard my companions talking about the various wonders of those women,
which made me yearn for and desire women like I was under a spell. I even felt a strong
urge to see sows and cows. I didn't have the money to go to prostitutes, but I also didn't have the courage to take other people's women. My
desire often made me anxious and uneasy, dreaming that one day, like in the legends, a Lin Daiyu would fall from the sky
.

Fantasy is not reality, and you can't ride a horse painted on the wall. I had to consider the practicalities. I thought about all the women I
had met . I didn't dare to go to the older ones, and I was worried that the younger ones wouldn't be obedient and would
make a scene. I thought and thought, but none of them could satisfy my desires.

Perhaps it was then that I thought of her—my mother—my birth mother. She was the only
woman by my side, someone who could satisfy my desires without me having to worry about her exposing me. From then on, I began to pay attention to
everything about my mother.

My mother was only fifty years old, but she looked exceptionally old. Her hair was long, with many white hairs mixed in with the black,
making it appear particularly gray. It was often tied into a large bun at the back of her head. There were several deep
wrinkles , and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes etched the marks of time. My mother was already a complete old country
woman.

Apart from being older, having wrinkles on her face, and having more white hair, she was still a
woman after all. I tried to convince myself: although my mother wasn't particularly beautiful, and her figure wasn't very well-proportioned, she
possessed everything a woman had: a voluptuous body, a pair of sagging but large breasts, and a
sensual buttocks. That was enough. If she dressed up like the women in the city, she might even
have some beauty. For me, any woman was enough. I needed women, I craved women, and
my mother was a woman.

That's how I secretly fell in love with my mother, imagining her masturbating countless times, and even...
The suffering during that time was truly indescribable, until that summer...

The first time mother and daughter waded through the reeds, the son and mother's first experience of lovemaking

. As the sun was setting, I finally finished hoeing the last row of corn. I stood at the edge of the field,
rubbed the shiny hoe blade with my foot, wiped the sweat rolling down my chest, picked up the hoe, walked out of the waist-deep
cornfield, and went home along the path by the river.

Originally, it was supposed to be my younger brother Fuhai, my mother, and me hoeing the cornfield today. My younger brother Fuhai was in high school
during summer vacation, and he was afraid of the heat and fatigue. After a while, he complained, "I'm going to get heatstroke, I'm exhausted," and wanted to go home to study.

Mother scolded him, "If you're so capable, get into university and leave this poor mountain village. Go live in a big city, and you won't have to
suffer like this."

My third brother said, "Just wait, next year when I get into university, I'll bring Mom and Dad to live in the city." Mother was delighted to hear
this , "I'm waiting for you to go to university so I can enjoy your good fortune. Okay, go back and find a cool
place to study hard, but don't be too playful." So, my third brother hummed a little tune and walked back along the ridge of the field.

"Mom, you spoil your third brother too much," I said to my mother, somewhat displeased.

Mother shaded her eyes with her hand as she watched my third brother walk away, and said with a smile, "When you were in school a few years ago, your
father and I didn't take care of you much either. He's at the age where he's growing, he can't be overworked."

Yes, a few years ago, I was also afraid of working, afraid of the heat, afraid of being tired. I always wanted to pass the imperial examination with flying colors, to be the top scholar, so that
my parents, who had suffered a lifetime of hardship, could enjoy a peaceful retirement. Otherwise, the name Fulin that my parents gave me would have been meaningless.

Who knew fate would be so cruel? I failed the college entrance exam three years in a row. My father tapped his pipe
and said, "Just accept your fate. Come back from school and learn stonemasonry from me. As long as you're willing to work hard, you won't starve." My mother
also advised me, "Learning stonemasonry is a good skill. You're already twenty-four or twenty-five; it's time to settle down. Work hard for a few years, earn
some money, build a couple of houses, get married, and you'll be settling down. Then I'll be at peace."

My parents' words determined my fate. After dropping out of school, I learned stonemasonry, surpassing even my father in skill, but I still
haven't found a wife.

As the sun began to set, most of the cornfield had already been hoeed. The heat was like a sauna, and the cornfield
was stifling. My mother's clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging to her body, and the sweat streamed down her dark, ruddy cheeks
and neck . I couldn't help but feel sorry for her: "Mom, take a rest and go home.
I'll finish hoeing this little bit of land before dark."

Mom straightened up, brushed the hair that had fallen across her forehead, shaded her eyes with her hand, and looked into the distance, saying, "It's still early,
I'll hoe one more round."

Whenever I was alone with Mom, I felt a strong urge to peek at her body. Through
the corn leaves, I saw that the buttons on her shirt collar weren't fully fastened, revealing sweaty skin below her neck.
Her two breasts, which had once nourished the four of us siblings, were round and large, slightly sagging but still
so full, swaying gently in front of her chest, truly arousing me. When Mom pulled up her shirt to wipe her sweat, she
inadvertently revealed a section of her fair belly, further fueling my passion. I quickly and concernedly handed her a towel:
"Mom, look how tired you are, covered in sweat. You should rest. I can finish this little bit of work quickly."

Mom wiped her sweat and fanned herself a few times with the towel, saying, "I'm not tired, it's just hot, there's no breeze at all, Fulin, you..."
"Take a break too."

"I'm not afraid of the heat, Mother, you should go back and rest. It's time to brew medicine for Father." Father
fell from scaffolding while working on a construction team that year. He died instantly, and after several days and nights of emergency treatment, he was saved
, but he broke his spine and became paralyzed in his lower limbs. To treat Father's illness, we exhausted all our savings, sold
sheep , pigs, and cattle—everything of value—but not only did it not cure Father's illness, it also left us with a mountain of
debt. Father is still bedridden. This is probably the main reason why I can't find a woman. In our area,
women look at a family's financial situation first when looking for a husband.

"Alright then, after you finish hoeing this field, you should go back and rest early. Fuhai will brew medicine for Father at home. I'll go
to the river to wash my clothes while it's still early." After Mother finished speaking, she gathered our dirty clothes and
walked along the path by the river. Watching my mother's retreating figure, a strange impulse welled up inside me, lasting until her silhouette disappeared into
the reeds by the river.

After my father fell ill, I suddenly shouldered the heavy burden of the family. I had to do all the work in the fields and manage everything
inside and outside the house . It was then that my mother aged rapidly; her hair turned gray, her face
paled, and she was always frowning.

Recalling these incoherent memories, I unconsciously walked to the reeds by the river bend. I went into the
reeds , put down my hoe, took off my vest and shorts, already soaked with sweat, and like when I was a child taking a bath, I scooped up
some urine to wash my belly button before jumping into the river.

The water was shallow and crystal clear. I submerged myself in the water, lying on my back, letting the river float my
strong body. My body hair is very thick, especially on my thighs and chest, a dark, matted hair that, washed by the river water, clung
tightly to my skin, making my male genitalia stand out prominently. I relaxed, lying quietly
in the river, silently enjoying the tranquility of nature.

Suddenly, my ears, submerged in the water, heard a splashing sound nearby. I thought it was water birds or fish
playing and didn't pay much attention, but the splashing sound continued, and my intuition told me that someone was in the water nearby.

I flipped over like a carp and swam towards the sound, actually crawling in the shallow water, where
my hands could touch the bottom. Rounding a patch of reeds, the sound became clearer. I looked in the direction of the sound and saw
a dense patch of reeds about ten steps away in the water; beside the reeds, a naked woman, her back to me, facing the setting
sun , was washing her long, waist-length hair.

My heart clenched instantly, pounding wildly. I quickly hid in the reeds,
barely daring to breathe. But the splashing sound made me part the reeds to look. Bathed in the setting sun, half the river
was orange-red, and the naked woman bathing there shone a bright orange. She was clearly kneeling in the water, the water reaching her
buttocks, glistening droplets rolling down her smooth shoulders and back; her head was lowered, her hair submerged,
her hands moving up and down, smoothing her wet strands; from the crook of her arms, I could vaguely see her firm
breasts swaying with her movements… The setting sun outlined her graceful silhouette, but unfortunately, her back was to me,
and I couldn't see her face.

I could hardly believe my eyes. I pinched my thigh hard, the sharp pain bringing me back to
reality : this wasn't a dream! My male instincts made me look around at the empty, silent reeds. It was
late afternoon, the sun was setting, a gentle breeze was blowing, the river flowed quietly, the reeds rustled softly, and all
was still . This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! My heart pounded. Was it truly a fairy descending to earth?

Lust surged through my nerves, and without hesitation, I moved closer to her. My mind raced, imagining all
possible scenarios: what if she resisted? What if she defied? What if she screamed?… I couldn't care less about any of that;
the intense urge made me forget everything. Like a water snake, I moved silently towards her, and she remained completely
oblivious. This filled me with elation, excitement, and an inability to control myself. Closer, closer… When I
was less than two steps away, I suddenly leaped out of the water and lunged at her—she was startled,
followed by a piercing scream! "Who—?

Heavens! Not only was she shocked, but I was also utterly astonished! It turned out she was... my mother!

In the instant she turned around, our eyes met, face to face, and I was stunned: 'Mother! It's you...
'

'Fulin!'

I was extremely embarrassed, my face flushed red and hot, my heart seemed to stop beating, and my limbs stiffened,
unable to move. Mother was sitting in the river, her long hair floating on the surface, her naked body appearing even whiter and softer in
the clear water. If it weren't for her wrinkled face, I would never have imagined that this beautiful
body was my mother.

'Fulin, don't—come closer, I'm your mother!' Mother's terrified cry brought me
back to my senses . She was indeed my mother, my biological mother who gave me life and raised me! Her shy eyes, her rosy cheeks,
the small black mole under her mouth, the deep wrinkles on her forehead, and her hair that had been piled up behind her head for years and was beginning to
turn ... it really was my mother!"

Suddenly, I snapped to attention and realized I was standing naked before my mother, my magnificent, thick
penis erect and pointing directly at her face. The glans, like a small fist, was a dark reddish-purple, glistening with bulging veins,
throbbing . A powerful urge overwhelmed me, leaving my mind blank.

"Mother! You're the one I want!" I lunged forward, grabbing her arm and pulling her up
; but her arm was as slippery as a fish, and she easily slid away. I opened my arms and held her
tightly in my embrace, but I pulled too hard, slipped, and we both fell into the water. My mother choked on the water,
but I quickly pulled her up and carried her towards the reeds on the bank.

"Splash, splash, splash..." Water splashed everywhere. My mother struggled, nearly falling into the river several times.

I carried her to the dense reeds, and, driven by intense lust, I recklessly
pressed her down beneath me. My mother roared and cursed angrily; her body, smooth as a carp just
pulled , struggled and resisted incessantly, grabbing, kicking, and biting. I had to forcibly
subdue her. I grabbed her flailing hands and forcefully pressed them above her head; my strong body
pressed heavily against her frail frame. My mother, after all, was a fifty-year-old woman, no match for me, a strong man in my prime.
After a fierce struggle, she was already panting heavily, her body limp. She closed her eyes weakly, turning her face away...

My broad chest pressed against my mother's full breasts. I knelt between her legs, using my knees to push her
thighs apart. I could no longer control myself; I pounced on her. My mother instinctively
twisted her body in resistance. " Fulin

...you...what are you doing..." my mother struggled to speak.

"Mother, I...I can't take it anymore...I, I want..." My right hand tightened around my mother's waist,
while the other hand reached for her chest, kneading her large breasts.

"No...you beast, I'm your mother..." she struggled to pull my hand away.

"Mother, listen to me..." I grabbed her hand, pressing it down to immobilize her. Her breasts
rose and fell rapidly with her breathing, softly pressing against my chest. I said softly, "Mother, listen to me, I'm
almost thirty and I've never even tasted what a woman feels like! I really can't take it anymore, Mother, are you really going to
let me be a bachelor for the rest of my life? Mother, let me taste what a woman feels like, no one will know..."

I tried to let go of her hand, and she stopped struggling, only closing her eyes, two lines of tears welling up in them.

At this moment, I couldn't care less about anything else, I said urgently, "Mother, Mother, I, I'm about to die hard..."

I kissed her face, she made a soft sound, her face was flushed, a few strands of hair fell across her forehead, her full
lips were half-closed. My already hard, steel-like penis suddenly thrust between my mother's legs. It was my first time touching
a woman, and I couldn't wait to thrust my penis in and out roughly, the thick glans either hitting my mother's inner thighs
, or sliding down her thighs, and even scraping against my mother's belly and darting up. With each
thrust , my mother's body trembled. My trembling right hand reached down, spreading her two fair,
plump thighs, and rubbed my penis against her vulva. The glans of my penis sensitively touched her smooth,
silky pubic hair, making me incredibly itchy. I involuntarily thrust downwards forcefully…

“Oh… ah—” My mother screamed, her legs kicking wildly. Suddenly, I
felt the glans of my penis enter her tight, warm crevice; the glans, as thick as an egg
, was instantly trapped by her labia. At that time, I knew nothing of sex; I only wanted to thrust in and feel pleasure. I didn't know that
teasing and caressing were necessary, that vaginal lubrication was required before penetration. Besides, my mother was already a fifty-year-old
woman; her vaginal lubrication was already low, and in that incestuous moment, how could she have such sexual
urges? My mother's labia contracted with fear, her vagina became dry with tension, and I knew nothing of technique.
That thick, hard penis, still bearing her pubic hair, was thrusting forcefully into her, forcing her labia open. How could she endure it?

But I knew nothing of such things; I only felt the warm, raw pleasure intensely arousing my lust.
I released my penis, tightly embracing my mother's round buttocks, pressing her genitals against mine. I arched my back, clenched my hips
, and thrust wildly into her vagina, my penis, like a thick, hard rod, penetrating halfway in
…

…

“Ah! It hurts… ah…” my mother screamed, her hands breaking free of my grasp, gripping
my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into my muscles. She straightened her neck, her chin held high, her head
swaying rapidly from side to side. With my penetration, her waist arched, her legs trembling. Before my mother could even
cry out, I slammed my feet into the ground, thrusting my hips forward, and then, with a second, frenzied thrust, my thick, hard, swollen
penis "squeak..." plunging deep into her vagina, the foreskin
pulled back to the base by her labia.

I had finally entered my mother's body.

Ah, so good! The raw, painful sensation of my penis breaking free, the hard, firm penetration, the warm, tight grip of her vagina—all of this
brought my lust to a fever pitch. Before I could even savor the pleasure of
thrusting in and , my pent-up semen erupted like a torrent bursting from a dam,
spraying my abundant semen into her body... I held her firmly until the last drop was released, my penis
no longer erect.

Too fast! I hadn't even experienced the climax I craved, hadn't felt the exhilarating pleasure of thrusting,
and it was all over so quickly. I was truly disappointed. My penis, which had been as hard as iron just moments before, suddenly went limp,
as if it were about to withdraw on its own. I lay on top of my mother, too afraid to move. How could I possibly miss this once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity? If I lost this chance, where would I find another one?

To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next chapter.

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