Ten years of mother-son relationship

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Ten Years of Mother-Son Bond:

"Of all the beauties in the world, I love only you. I love that kind of love!" Every time I hear this song, my
thoughts fly back to that familiar courtyard, bringing me both joy and sorrow!

Every day after work, I rush home to cook dinner, never settling for anything less than perfect, even though I live alone.
Once the kitchen is cleaned and the water on the induction cooker is boiling, I invariably brew a pot of tea, read a book, listen to
music, take a shower, and go to bed. School and home have become my two-point routine. Recently, some well-meaning
colleagues have introduced me to potential girlfriends, but I haven't met them yet. The matchmakers bluntly say, "Teacher Huang,
what kind of person are you looking for? You've been recognized as an outstanding teacher now; you should consider settling down!" I thank them for
their kindness and reply, "Time is too tight now; I'll think about it after this year's class..."

I often suffer from insomnia; my heart is old, my emotions are wounded! I think back to the past.

I was born in the 1970s. When I was in fifth grade, every time I went to and from school, I would see groups of three or five old women who
didn't have farm work to do. I would shut up when I approached, but as soon as I passed, they would burst into laughter!
It was like that before, but back then there was no "sisterhood" (a euphemism for women who were not engaged in farm work). "They were all my father's children." I even got into a fight with him over this.

In those days, rural buildings were all brick houses facing the sun. The stove was right inside the door, and the house was divided into two rooms, east and west.
Smaller families would live in one room, and the other room would be used for storage. The window of the living room was right next to the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove),
where the whole family slept. There were usually two cabinets or something on the kang for storing bedding. One day, under
a bright moon like tonight, I ate too many melons and tomatoes that had just started autumn, and I woke up needing to pee. Just as I was about to get up, I
heard a moaning sound, "Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

I looked towards the sound and saw my mother's blurry figure straddling my father's head. My mother was naked,
bathed in moonlight, her body writhing. I dared not move. I only heard my mother say in a soft voice, "Like this...like this
...don't stop, don't stop...mmm, mmm...mmm..." Her breathing grew louder, "Don't stop, don't stop...bite, bite...
like this, yes, yes...good, good...like this!" After a while, my mother got off my father's head,
and even urinated on the ground.

...After this, I don't know why, sometimes I would secretly watch at night...

My father was crippled last year when he was quarrying stones in the mountains. Later I learned that my father was impotent, which is why he married my mother
. At that time, my mother was already pregnant, and the man she was with was executed for stealing village funds. So
my mother took on the responsibility of the family, working in the fields, doing housework when she came home, and raising some poultry. Later, I was admitted to
the township middle school, and my mother brought me eggs every day, and sometimes I could even eat meat. My father also left
us .

My mother is a clean person. Although the infrastructure in the countryside is dirty and
messy , and the windows are always spotless. Although I don't have new clothes, I'm always the cleanest one I wear. I've always studied very
hard and am always first in my class, which makes my mother very proud.

I developed a love of reading from a young age. Gustave Schwab's "
Greek Mythology" has deeply influenced me, and I'm captivated by this civilization on the Aegean coast. In this book, the gods
rule the natural world; they have distinct personalities, without asceticism or mysticism. Gods and
humans are of the same form and nature, with emotions and desires, understanding joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

The difference is that gods are immortal, while human life is finite! The story of Otypos marrying his mother shows
us that even Western civilization, which is more advanced than Eastern civilization, has found many excuses for this practice.
In Chinese mythology, Fuxi and Nuwa are brother and sister who married and propagated humankind, contributing to the long history and
brilliant civilization of the East. Before the Han Dynasty, there were few concepts of human relationships. After Confucianism became the dominant ideology, the "Five Relationships" and "
Five Constant Virtues" emerged. However, the more restrictive things were, the more likely they were to erupt, resulting in many poignant love stories between humans and gods, and humans and demons
.

When my mother had free time, I would tell her these stories from books. She was captivated by these tales, filled with curiosity about freedom, equality, and the beauty of
humanity ! Although it was just the two of us, mother and son, our lives were filled with laughter.

With the economic liberalization, my mother built a house in our front yard facing the street and opened a grocery store. She would ride her bicycle to
the city to buy wholesale goods and then sell them back in the village. Now, when I think back to my university education, my job, and my purchase of a house in the city, it's all thanks to my mother's
hard work and capability. In the summer and autumn, [the text abruptly ends here, likely due to an incomplete sentence or a missing section]. Vinegar? The garden, filled with homegrown vegetables and morning glories climbing the walls, wasn't it a scene of vibrant spring?

Sometimes I'd come home from the village middle school at dusk, by which time my mother would have closed the shop and gone back to the back room. After
dinner, she'd tidy up, and I'd do my homework and review my lessons. Back then, there was no television in the countryside, so after my mother finished her work, she'd prepare
bedtime. She'd prepare water for me to wash my feet and then get on the kang (
heated brick bed), while she lit a small lamp and prepared a large basin for her bath in the kitchen. Lying on the kang, I noticed I could see my mother in the mirror of the large wardrobe on the floor. Her dark hair was piled on top of her head, and she
was standing to the side,

her breasts trembling slightly, her round, snow-white buttocks making this adolescent boy lose control. I finally mustered the courage to get out of bed and go outside. My mother saw me, startled, and turned away. I'd seen her
back many times, but now her curvaceous figure was even more alluring! "You have school tomorrow, why aren't you sleeping?"

"I need to pee," I replied. "Mom, are you taking a shower? Let me help you wipe your back." Without waiting for her
answer, I went straight over. I gently placed one hand on my mother's back, feeling her delicate and
elastic skin. My other hand unconsciously went to her chest. Her breasts were very soft, and I restlessly kneaded
them, feeling her cherry-sized nipples harden and stand erect.

I moved my fingers down, feeling some hair and a tuft of flesh. Just as I parted my fingers,
my mother quickly covered herself with her arm, saying, "Just rinse it with some water." I blushed and my heart pounded!
I quickly scooped water from the bucket with a ladle and poured it on my mother's fragrant shoulders. The water flowed down her smooth body,
splitting into two streams at her ample buttocks. I squeezed my mother's big buttocks; they were incredibly elastic.

My mother turned around, and that's when I realized my penis was sticking up high in my underwear. Perhaps she was afraid I would scare her.
"Okay," Mom said calmly, "son, you're a man now! These are all normal physiological phenomena, don't
worry about !" Hearing Mom say that, my tense and embarrassed heart finally relaxed. I timidly said, "Mom, I
want to touch you and suck on your breasts!"

"Look how old you are!" Mom said with a smile, "You go inside first, I'll tidy up." As if I had received
a reward, I obediently crawled into bed.

After Mom lay down, I snuggled into her bed, kneading her breasts and sucking on her nipples.
The faint scent of her snow-white breasts made me feel like I was back in my childhood. Mom pulled me into her arms and whispered, "You
can't do that next time, you're so grown up now!" Mom's warm, soft skin made me feel intoxicated. Mom was also
a little aroused by my caresses, and those stimulating moans involuntarily escaped her lips.

By this time, my penis was fully erect. I touched down again. My mother didn't have much pubic hair, but her labia were long and had a lot of flesh. I couldn't help but pinch and tug at the flesh with my fingers.
It was already very wet. I was so hard now. My mother gently held my penis with her hand. "Take off
your underwear ." I stood up and quickly took it off. My mother was kneeling down and gently stroking my
penis. "It's so big." My mother kept stroking it like that. After a while, I couldn't hold back anymore. "Mom, I'm
going to cum!"

"Yes, child, don't hold it in, let it out." I ejaculated, spraying my mother's face. "You naughty boy,
you shot so much!" I quickly said, "I'm sorry!" Mom held up the semen that was about to drip down her face. "
Lie down." Mom quickly got out of bed and went to the kitchen. I saw in the mirror that Mom covered her nose and mouth with her hand and sniffed
, then smeared the semen on her face. After a while, she rinsed it off and came back.

After lying down, Mom lectured me, "A man's semen is worth
ten
n't indulge yourself. You're at your most energetic now. Besides studying, you should also participate in physical exercise to channel your energy. Don't masturbate at this time. Pay attention to hygiene and wash frequently. You're
a grown man now, so you're not allowed to bully Mom anymore..."

For the next few days, I regretted my behavior. I felt guilty and disgusting. Mom's
magnanimity calmed me down a bit. Just as Mom said, I was in my adolescence and had abundant energy.
My penis was hard every morning, and sometimes it would get hard when my mind wandered during the day. When
I couldn't sleep I would secretly look at Mom. She lay on her side, covered by a sheet, her sleeping posture elegant and charming, her body
displaying the alluring curves of a mature woman.

Once, when I visited my grandmother, she asked, "Is Li Jiugui from our village still going to the grocery store to buy things on credit?" I said, "
I haven't seen him lately." "Hmm, if he goes again, I'll call the police!" I quickly asked, "What happened?" My grandmother said, "
You're so grown up now, and she still doesn't hide it from you. A few days ago, Li Jiugui drank some cat urine and went to the grocery store to cause trouble. A toad
trying to eat meat! He wants both love and money! A few years ago, everyone in the village said your mother was a jinx to her husband, that any man who married her would die! These
past few years, the grocery store has made money, and these good-for-nothing men are eyeing your mother like crazy, taking advantage of her not having
a man ! You're grown up now, you have to shoulder the responsibility of this family! When you're not studying, help your mother with chores. Your mother has
it so hard! Farm work, grocery store, housework—she does it all by herself! Grandma knows that!"

I nodded in agreement. "Some time ago, someone asked me to introduce a potential partner to your mother. I asked her,
and she said she's not looking anymore. Your mother only wants you to succeed and is afraid it will negatively impact you or hurt you."
On the way back, I thought, "No wonder Mom brought home two dogs!"

Once, the village middle school organized a trip to the county town, which was fantastic news for rural kids, but it cost
money. I told my mother, and she readily agreed, "You should participate in school activities.
Go to the county town to broaden your horizons first, then go to the provincial capital, and then Beijing." I was overjoyed.

We didn't return from the county town until evening. When we got home, I saw the shutter of the grocery store was closed, and I had written on it
: "Closed. Please come back tomorrow to buy things!" I unlocked the store myself, and the wolfhound inside wagged its tail
to greet its little master. I gave it some leftover food. I wanted to give Mom a surprise! I went to the "Sex Sea" and gave my favorite "big dumb dog" some food. Hehe, they recognized their owner and ate my food without
making a sound. I tiptoed to the back house. The door was closed. Where was Mom?

I went to the window and looked inside. Mom was standing in the bathtub, her back to me, bending over to wash her legs. Her snow-white,
plump buttocks were completely exposed to me! Between her legs, I saw Mom's private parts. Her two deep pink labia were slightly parted
, with many wrinkles and fleshy folds, like a fleshy butterfly between her legs. I was caught in a dilemma, desire driving me to continue
peeping! Mom was naturally beautiful, and years of farm work had made her even more robust. Now, Mom stood up straight,
her hands lathered with soap, rubbing her large breasts. Her breasts trembled, her nipples bright red, particularly conspicuous in the center.
My mother naturally stretched out her arms, occasionally scooping water from the wooden tub to wash herself.

If the Venus de Milo with her missing arms represents a mysterious beauty of imperfection, then my mother before me is the goddess in my heart! My mother
rested one leg on the edge of the tub, rubbing her slightly protruding belly, then turned down to wash her labia, soapy water
dripping her fingertips. My mother seemed very excited; she parted her labia with two fingers as if pressing on
butterfly wings, while her other hand rubbed her already swollen clitoris. My mother tilted her head back slightly, her eyes closed,
enjoying ...

I was stunned!

That day, when I came home from school, I saw that my mother looked like she had just been crying. Just as I lay down, I whispered, "Mom
, what's wrong? Who bullied you?" Mom said, "Nobody, go to sleep." "Then why are you crying
?" "Ah, your grandma came to borrow money." "Didn't she come to get some a few days ago?" Mom said, "Grandma is sick
, and the money she got last time wasn't enough. We have a grocery store that gets in money every day, don't we?" After saying this, Mom's eyes reddened
, and she turned off the light. "Mom, I'm all grown up now, tell me about our family."

After a long while, Mom said, "Mom has had a hard life! I was abandoned as a baby, I didn't know
who my parents were. Grandma Wu from the nursing home found me and raised me. I had a boyfriend, but then he broke the law and was executed. "
Grandma Wu also passed away that year. I was only 20 years old and already pregnant. Where could I go?
I almost died. Your current grandmother took me in and made me marry her son. At that time, I was
willing to do anything for her! I only found out on our wedding night that your father was impotent! That's why he married me, to avoid
gossip and being told he had no male heir. Your father had the accident while quarrying stones in the mountains because of his poor health! Now
you're my only relative in the village, you must make him proud! "

I quickly replied, seemingly off-topic, "Mom, I'll protect you. I got first place again this time, and I'll make you
happy ! Mom, don't be angry." "Okay! Thank you, baby!" We hugged like that, and I
stroked my mother's smooth, jade-like back. "Mom, I have a question for you, don't be angry." "Baby, go ahead
, Mom won't be angry." I asked, "I've seen you and Dad have sex. You're always riding on top of Dad."

"Ah! You've seen it? Well... both men and women have sexual needs when they mature. Your father is impotent
, and to avoid making me feel too wronged, he gives me oral sex! Later, we gradually got used to it." "What does it
feel like?"

My mother blushed, looking shy and adorable. My mother slowly said, "When he licks me with his tongue,
it tickles and excites me!" "Can a woman be satisfied with just that?" I asked. "That's just foreplay. Women
still prefer penetration with a penis to feel comfortable!" My mother's voice trailed off into silence.

I was now burning with desire. I leaned down and kissed my mother, her cheeks, neck, and nipples
, my hands gently caressing her smooth, alabaster-like body. My mother exuded the scent of a mature woman, an
indescribable allure! My mother half-heartedly resisted, "No, no! Baby!" I kissed her lower abdomen,
and she turned to her side. I took advantage of this and lay down on one of her thighs, facing her genitals, and
passionately kissed her. I

kissed from bottom to top, then licked from the outside in, parting her labia with my tongue, causing her body to curl
slightly . At the top of her labia, I took her clitoris into my mouth, lightly touching it with the tip of my tongue. "Mmm, mmm..."
My mother's moans grew more rapid. I sucked her labia into my mouth and gently bit them. "Ah...ah..."
My mother cried out, "I can't take it anymore! Baby! Don't do this!" Her vaginal fluids filled my mouth. "Mommy
can't take it anymore , baby, use your cock to fuck Mommy!" Mommy pleaded.

I quickly took off my underwear. The room was dark, and after two tries, I still couldn't find the right spot. At this moment, Mommy held
my cock with her hand, and I leaned forward slightly, and it slid in smoothly. It felt like an eel entering a hole! It was moist inside
, and it felt incredibly good. The labia greeted my glans one by one! I thrust in and out forcefully,
pulling out and then thrusting it in again and again. "Mmm... mmm... mmm..." Mommy's arms around my waist
tightened! Finally, I put my entire cock inside and tried to thrust even further in. Mommy moved with me, her labia tightly
gripping my cock.

I also rubbed Mommy's erect clitoris with my thumb, and Mommy kept moaning, "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...
" My movements became faster and faster, and I felt so good that my soul seemed to leave my body. My semen spurted out,
and Mommy's vagina contracted a few times, gripping my cock even tighter. My penis was still hard, and I thrust in and out
several more times before pulling out. We were both drenched in sweat! After a while, Mom finally said, "Baby, you made Mom feel so good
! Thank you, baby!" We lay together, cuddling, my large, hard buttocks exposed. Mom stroked
my head, and we were both lost in thought…

It took almost an hour to walk home from the village middle school. I remember one winter when the snow was particularly heavy and the weather was very cold. When I got out of school
, a strong wind blew, making it difficult to see the road. Just as I was getting anxious and scared, I saw my mother coming to pick me up. We hugged each other, and I almost cried. When we got home, my mother brought out
the food she had already prepared. We warmly shared
food. "Mom, it's Friday today." "Yes, I know." My mother smiled shyly. This was
a secret between my mother and me!

That evening, after washing up, my mother came into the house with a small lamp in the kitchen. I couldn't wait any longer.
We kissed, feeling each other's heartbeats. My mother lay down on the kang (heated brick bed), her big white buttocks sticking up,
the visual stimulation making me incredibly excited! I crawled over, grabbed her plump buttocks with both hands, and began kissing her passionately. Her round buttocks
trembled . I used my lips to clamp her labia and my tongue to penetrate her vagina. My mother responded, repeatedly
sitting back.

I turned and lay between her parted legs. My mother also mounted me, placing her labia against my head. She
moved back and forth, and I licked between her labia with my tongue, gently biting her. At this moment, her vaginal fluids overflowed,
and my mother went wild, repeatedly sitting down, making it hard for me to breathe. Then, my mother turned her body to find my
penis , taking it entirely into her mouth and sucking on it. I also licked her vagina vigorously.

My mother got off me and lay down again. I understood and knelt behind her buttocks,
fucking her in the most primal animal position. I slapped my mother's big, white buttocks repeatedly with both hands, and her buttocks moved back and forth
in response. The "slap slap" sound of sex was incredibly loud. Just as I was about to ejaculate
, I pulled out my penis and started licking her buttocks. My mother twisted her body
and cried out, "Don't stop! Use your tongue, lick faster! Baby! Baby! Yes, lick Mommy's cunt faster!" Her juices
flowed down her legs. "Baby, please! Please fuck Mommy with your big cock!" Encouraged, I had my mother lie down
, put her legs on my shoulders, and resumed thrusting rapidly. Occasionally, I would lean down and bite her nipples.
My mother, with her eyes closed, moaned, "Ah...ah..." Just as I was about to ejaculate again, I pulled out my penis
and held it to my mother's mouth. She obediently took it in and licked it. I grabbed her hair, making her suck deeper. She
sucked until I ejaculated in her mouth, and she swallowed it all…

The next day, the snow stopped. The air was fresh, and everything was covered in a blanket of white. Before I'd even finished shoveling the snow in the yard,
my mother called to me urgently, "Come inside quickly, baby, don't get cold!" At breakfast, she said, "Let's go see Grandma
together ." I knew my mother was a woman of deep affection and loyalty…

Time flies. I got into a teacher's college after the college entrance exam, and my mother urged me to find a
girlfriend in college. I had several failed relationships, mainly because I always compared them to my mother: none of them were as plump
and fair as her, none as generous and capable, none of them had her natural fragrance—all of these became reasons for the breakups.
After starting work in the provincial capital, my company provided housing, but at that time, you still had to pay the cost price. My mother
sold half of the yard, including the house and its furnishings, to raise the money for me. Just as I was about to properly repay her kindness,
tragedy struck— my mother was in a traffic accident. At the moment of parting, we held hands tightly. My mother said she was leaving
, and she was at peace…

Ten years—how many decades are there in a lifetime? During the peak of a man's physical life, we are mother and son,
siblings , husband and wife, friends, and we depend on each other!

The plot is very realistic, especially the background, which is described in great detail. It feels like a real experience. This article is similar to one from two days ago, just with a different title. I don't understand. It's written with a lot of emotion, especially the part about the traffic accident at the end, which is a bit sad. The author's last words are very emotional. Ten years—how many decades does one have in a lifetime? So we should cherish the people around us. It feels very sincere, full of longing for the mother, especially the reflection on the last ten years, which is very memorable. It's written with great emotion and a well-paced rhythm. It's a good article, but the ending is a bit rushed and abrupt... I really admire the author's imagination, and the update speed is quite fast. I'll keep following, especially the background, which is described in great detail. It feels like a real experience. It's well written. Why do fathers in these kinds of articles always have such tragic experiences? Ten years—how many decades does one have in a lifetime to hold a woman in one's arms?
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