A Flowing Long Dress—A True Memories: My Mother (Author: zhishifenzidong)

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Author: zhishifenzidong

I've never told anyone about these past events; they're forever buried in my heart. It was a closed and traditional
era. Sex was a taboo subject for everyone, something no one dared to touch. Everyone had their own ways of pondering and
fantasizing about it. For me, those stirrings in my heart all stemmed from that summer…

I was born into an intellectual family. My father was the technical leader in the factory, and my mother was a middle school teacher.

In the early 1980s, the reform and opening up had just begun, and the country was in a frenzy of construction. My father was frequently
traveling to learn and introduce new technologies, and I can count on one hand the number of days he was home. It seems like only
my mother was at home, guiding my brother and me in our studies—those are fragments of simple, warm memories. That year, I was fourteen
, in the second year of middle school. Thanks to my mother's strict supervision, my grades were always among the best in my grade. My younger sister
was two years younger than me, and due to genetics, she was also an excellent student.

Because of my strict upbringing, I was a late bloomer when it came to sexual awareness. I
didn't have my first ejaculation until I was fourteen. That time, I realized that dark hair had started growing down my genitals. Although I had already grown to over 1.7 meters tall,
it was only then that I began to feel like a man. And what is a woman like? I really
wanted to find out. My mother was a typical woman from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, a little over 1.6 meters tall, refined yet strict. She taught a graduating
class and was very strict. Even the most mischievous students in the class were afraid of her, let alone me, a good boy who was a model student every year.
Once I did something wrong, my mother was like a demon in my eyes, scolding and physically punishing me, making me only dare to do what I
thought should do. When I saw that tiger mom in America a while ago, I sincerely sighed that there were tiger moms everywhere in China at that time
!

However, human nature cannot be extinguished. Although the discipline was very strict,
the longing still involuntarily sprouted in their hearts. My memory finally returned to that day. That summer was incredibly hot;
everywhere felt like a sauna. Back then, televisions were practically unheard of in Chinese homes, let alone air conditioning or even electric fans
. The only

ways to combat the heat were bamboo fans and showers. That day, that very day, my mother, whom I remembered only as stern and rigid, actually wore a
skirt ! I was engrossed in my work at my desk when the door opened. Turning around, I was shocked to see my mother wearing a white
short-sleeved shirt and a black pleated skirt. That image is forever etched in my memory: the black skirt accentuating
her snow-white legs, her delicate ankles and sandals beneath her stockings. In that memory, it seems my mother's face
is absent ; those snow-white legs are the only memory. Yes, at that moment, I suddenly felt a surge of desire
within me. I felt an overwhelming sense of panic and shame. Strictness and sexual yearning became a contradictory unity, something
a burgeoning teenager like myself simply couldn't control or let go of!

I don't remember how the time passed after that. It was dinnertime, and I absentmindedly helped get the bowls and chopsticks
. I dropped something and got a scolding from my mother. I didn't dare look at her, as if she could read my
mind . I just buried my head in my food.

"Qiangqiang, eat properly! Hold your bowl while you eat!" My mother's scolding was like a thunderclap. I hurriedly
picked up my bowl , but it slipped and fell to the ground, half a bowl of rice spilling under the table. "How old are you? Why
are you so troublesome!" I hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, my head under the table, frantically trying to clean it up. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught
a glimpse of white—it was my mother's legs! I turned my head. Under the table, my mother's skirt was wide open, her
thighs pressed flat and white by the chair, her calves spread apart, revealing pink floral shorts.
Back then , there were no fashionable underwear like we have now; men and women all wore different colored shorts. In that instant,
I seemed to forget everything, my eyes fixed only on the snow-white skin, the fleshy legs, the underwear—what did that look like inside?

I really wanted to know! "What are you doing? Still not done?" That sharp rebuke snapped me back to reality, but my lower body
throbbed again uncontrollably. I hurriedly and laboriously sat back down in my chair.

My face flushed uncontrollably. Afraid my mother would discover my secret, I stole a glance at her. Her
face was like ice. I simply couldn't reconcile the image of this stern demon before me with the alluring body that had just stimulated my senses.
Self-reproach welled up within me.

That night, all I could think about was my mother's swaying skirt. How dare you have such fantasies?! I felt guilty, yet I
couldn't help but think—those snow-white thighs and calves were so alluring, and what was different about what lay beneath those underwear compared to mine?

This contradictory inner turmoil tormented the ignorant boy.

My family has a two-bedroom apartment. My sister and I share one room, and my parents share the other. That night,
I couldn't sleep. I kept hearing my mother's movements. She was preparing lessons late into the night, then washing up in the living room. I could hear her splashing water on her
feet, and my penis got hard again. That night, I

had another nocturnal emission. Those were unforgettable days. For the first time in my life,
something came to mind. My mind was bewitched; I thought about my mother's body every day—a woman's body. For me
, there was only one concept: my mother's body. I can say that my mother's snow-white legs were the beginning
of my sexual awakening.

Peeping became an unbearable burden every day. Whenever my mother wore a skirt, my eyes would always
linger on those white legs. And that summer, skirts seemed to be her frequent choice. So going home became
a burden, but also filled with anticipation.

I was looking for any opportunity, even just to see a little more of my mother's secrets. Once, my mother was
hanging curtains on the table. She asked my sister to help her get something, but I made an excuse to send her away and took the task myself.

My mother was busy working upstairs, her arms outstretched. She had no idea her son had already stuck his head
inside her skirt. It was paradise inside! The soft light filtering through the fabric created a dreamlike atmosphere.
Those snow-white, tender legs were right up to my nose. I felt I'd never been so close before. The scent of flesh—
it was the first time I'd ever truly felt a woman's presence! I tried desperately to see what lay beneath the underwear, but my
nervousness, the light, and the sealed fabric mercilessly blocked my curiosity. I quickly pulled my head back…

That night, my heart pounded over a hundred. Excitement, thrill—it felt like I'd achieved something,
or perhaps there were endless goals waiting to be explored…

So, sometimes when I came home from school alone, I'd secretly rummage through my mother's wardrobe,
take out her neatly folded underwear, and sniff it, desperately searching for that fleshy scent from that day. Sometimes I'd even take out a pair of scissors…
Gently scraping the fabric at my crotch, I thought, if it were thinner, even a little torn, maybe one day I could,
like Zhongbao, have the chance to peek into the secrets inside.

One sleepless night after another, I could always recall my sister's soft snoring and my mother's
slightly louder snoring from the next bedroom. The torment of insomnia, coupled with the sound of my mother washing up that night, made my testosterone surge to the point of
near explosion. I really couldn't bear it. I waited and waited, as if I had a premonition that something was about to
happen.

That night, my sister's snoring had been soft for a long time, but what I was really concerned about was next door. I
pricked up my ears, and though I could barely hear it, I could faintly hear my mother's snoring. My heart pounded wildly, as if Satan was urging
me to do something. That night, evil triumphed over my inherent ethical conscience. As
the night , my mother's snoring had been intermittent for a long time. Finally, I slowly got up and crept towards her bedroom
. The bedroom door was only half-open. Because of the heat, it was never closed tightly for ventilation. I trembled as I
gently pushed it open and peeked inside. Bright moonlight streamed through the thin curtains, illuminating my mother on the large bed.
That image remains vivid in my mind: my mother, bathed in the soft moonlight, lay
on her side wearing a small floral t-shirt and floral shorts. Her knees were slightly curled, her plump buttocks protruding, and her snores were soft
and even. She seemed to be fast asleep. I finally mustered the courage to tiptoe to her bedside. My
heart pounded violently, as if it might burst out at any moment. My first immoral act made me so nervous that I took a deep
breath silently. I slowly leaned down towards the body I had been longing for: those legs were so white and smooth, I observed them closely,
they seemed to be without a single hair. Although she was middle-aged, the skin of a woman from Jiangnan was delicate and tender, so delicate that it seemed as if it could
be broken with a touch. This phrase was the most apt description of my mother's skin. As I turned over, the edge of her underwear was slightly rolled up
, revealing most of her buttocks. It was then that I realized for the first time that my mother's buttocks, which she had never shown to anyone before, were very large,
and the skin on her buttocks was even more delicate and white than her legs. From that moment on, my love for my mother's plump buttocks began to surpass that
for her jade-like legs. It was an instinctive urge. I pressed my nose almost against her snow-white buttocks, sniffing
and sniffing. At that time, I naturally assumed all buttocks smelled bad, but my mother's buttocks exuded a strong
fragrance—the fragrance of a daughter. I couldn't help but gently touch those large hemispheres with my lips. That could be considered my
first kiss, and I never expected it would be on my mother's buttocks.

I slowly raised myself up, letting out a long, silent breath. My hands slowly pressed against those two smooth,
snow-white mounds of flesh. They were so big! One palm couldn't cover that alluring satin surface. I was both surprised and afraid, not daring
to press firmly, hovering between touch and avert, carefully savoring that feeling.

At that moment, my mother suddenly turned over! I was terrified

. I quickly crouched down, holding my breath and hiding under the edge of the bed, but all I could hear was my mother's even snoring
continuing. It was just a casual turn of her body, yet it made my heart leap into the sky! After a while, I peeked out
and saw my mother lying on her back, her legs spread wide and straight, forming a "V" shape. Because she had rolled over, the edge of her shorts
had rolled up even more, turning what were originally boxer shorts into something resembling a triangular pair of briefs. Her long, jade-like legs were completely exposed to the moonlight, and the rolled-up wad of fabric between her
legs was like the loincloth of a Japanese sumo wrestler, guarding her last line of defense.

I slowly exhaled a long breath, then slowly stood up again and bent over. I gently placed my hands on my mother's
ankles and slowly slid them upwards. It was the most beautiful smoothness in the world. Even now, I still believe that no silk
can compare to the delicate skin of my mother's thighs. I felt it, I was moved, and slowly, slowly, the surface of my
hands widened, finally reaching the groin of my mother's thighs. My hands were at the very edge of her thighs,
about to meet through the wad of fabric!

I felt a surge of heat rush to my head, and the immense stimulation and impulse made me recklessly
slide my hands slowly inside the fabric!

The sensation shifted from smooth to soft. My hands touched, my fingers pressing against my mother's lower abdomen.
It was so soft, like pressing on a ball of cotton. But suddenly, I felt something strange at the base of my palms, as if there were woolen underwear
underneath . Completely ignorant of the opposite sex at the time, I was greatly surprised. Had my mother
been wearing woolen underwear all along? I was astonished and slowly withdrew my hands. My immense curiosity emboldened me
to gently lift the crotch cloth. The loose fabric couldn't hold back my hands, and the secret below was gradually revealed before
my eyes: my mother's lower body was almost completely naked! Her snow-white abdomen, and below it, like flower petals, a patch of dark hair unfolded as
the fabric was lifted. Oh! So women grow hair down there too, just like men! I
had always thought women were clean and beautiful; I never imagined they, like men, grew thick, dark
hair . In that instant, lust sprouted for the first time in my young heart. That tuft of black hair was like a hand that lifted
my primal, long-hidden desires. In that instant, the woman before me was just a woman,
and "Mom" seemed to have been forgotten. I felt that the only relationship between me and this woman
was physical; we were bound by a sexual union! Even though at that time I really didn't know what a sexual union was.

I put the cloth aside and faced my mother, whose lower body was naked. For some reason, I had an impulse. I
pulled down my underwear, revealing my genitals, and my penis stood erect, pointing directly at my mother…

—Let's begin, let's unravel the mysteries of women! This beautiful body in front
of , was a stranger to me. Without Mom, it was a woman's world! I chose
to explore her naked, entirely out of instinct, because it felt exciting and arousing! My
bare bottom was exposed, my penis already erect as iron. I slowly bent down again, getting closer to that tuft of black hair, gently
rubbing the hair with my fingers. It felt finer and softer than my own. My fingers slowly slipped down,
but her large buttocks pressed against the crotch of her underwear, making it difficult to insert them. My blood was rushing to my head, and I suddenly decided to remove
this obstacle. I was going to pull down her underwear! I looked up at my mother's sleeping face, still not entirely at ease. I
pinched her plump buttocks with my hands, applying a little pressure. It seemed that the day's hard work had put her in a deep sleep; her soft snoring made no
difference. My lust swelled a little more. I reached out and pinched the sides of her underwear, slowly rolling it down. The loose
underwear seemed to obey my commands. It didn't take much effort. My mother's snow-white belly, navel, and black hair...
It slowly unfolded before my eyes, but the underwear met resistance when it reached the top of her thighs. Her plump buttocks pressed down on
the fabric. Looking back now, I admire my courage at the time. I actually pulled the underwear
down . If I could do it all over again, I think I would hardly have the guts to do it like that, because back then
, my mother represented more fear and severe punishment from family rules! I was like a mouse before a cat whenever I saw her glare,
let alone actually taking off her underwear! Perhaps the lust of an ignorant boy moved God, because my mother
was still snoring. I slowly pulled the underwear down from my mother's smooth ankles and put it aside.

At this moment, although my mother was wearing a t-shirt on top, her lower body was completely naked. A patch of black
hair was visible between her snow-white skin, and her two jade-like legs were stretched out. I was completely oblivious, as if my brain was lacking oxygen, only thinking about
the mystery . I, naked, gently climbed onto the edge of the bed, my hands lightly supporting my mother's plump buttocks as I slowly parted and gently pushed
them up. Slowly, slowly, the world I had dreamed of opened its doors to me…

Actually, while writing these past events, I felt very conflicted. I didn't know
if should be made public, whether these things were against the laws of nature and morality. But I always thought, when
the 7 billionth human being was born on Earth in 2011, was I
the only one ? When homosexuality is slowly being accepted by humanity, should
the Oedipus and Electra complexes, which Freud elevated to theory a hundred years ago, still be naturally kept secret?

The animal kingdom actually reflects humanity's primal instincts; haven't many animals reproduced and developed through incest?

For us humans, inbreeding is a crucial means of breeding purebred animals, so why
should we evade our own incestuous instincts? If humans were to cast aside all pretense and concealment,
I'd truly like to know the proportion of people who share my thoughts. I'm writing down my true
past today not for any other reason than because I feel myself becoming increasingly
assimilated by this "world" as I grow older. I fear that when I grow old, I'll obsessively lose a genuine
experience

of this digression, let's continue reminiscing.

Those images, like frames in a film montage, have left an indelible mark on my mind! My mother
was still fast asleep, but I had already spread her legs wide, her secret beneath her pubic hair wide open to me! In that
instant, my shock far exceeded my common sense. Please don't laugh at me then; although I was physically
mature , I had never seen even a little girl's genitals before! I had always assumed that women's genitals were
similar , containing something resembling a penis. But in that instant, I realized I was terribly wrong! A woman
's genitals were actually a recessed cave! The black pubic hair gradually thinned from top to bottom, partially concealing a vertical slit
like a pearl oyster half-open. What lay inside that mysterious cave? I thought the truth was revealed, but little did
I know , secrets often lead to even bigger secrets. My mind was completely focused there. I pressed my face even closer,
gently releasing my hands. My mother's legs remained naturally spread apart. Trembling, I reached out and, with my thumbs and forefingers, slowly
pulled back the two sides of the vulva. It was red and moist, and indeed, there was a hidden world inside. Tender,
red flesh, as pink as a baby's, had hills and ravines, and finally, an even smaller and deeper cave gradually appeared! I wanted to see
more clearly, so I almost stuck my nose in. What hit me was a scent I'd never smelled before.
It wasn't the familiar scent of my mother's daughter, but it wasn't foul either. I could only describe it as a "
smelly " smell, a scent that made my penis suddenly grow longer. That smell, that opening, gave me
an instinctive urge: to fill that recessed cavity with my erect penis! I always thought that animals' sexual instincts
didn't need to be taught by elders, because when faced with that temptation, their natural instincts would tell
them what to do.

The human body actually has an opening! What's inside? Filled with curiosity, I slowly
inserted . At that moment, I only felt stimulation and wonder, completely unaware that I was actually finger-raping my own mother. Like
a baby's lips, so soft, so soft, sucking on my finger, my entire index finger was inside! At the time, I was
completely ignorant. I had no idea what to do with my finger inside. All I knew was that it was
a fleshy hole. I gently stirred my fingertip inside, feeling something warm, soft, and wet, seemingly
bottomless . Where did that hole lead?

Suddenly, my mother let out a soft moan. I was terrified and quickly pulled my finger out, crawling off the bed. My mother
scratched her genitals, then rolled over to her side, still snoring. Looking back, I guess my teasing had
just made her feel itchy. I remained motionless for a while before peeking out again. I saw my mother lying on her right side, almost half-
lying down asleep, her legs curled up, her large buttocks facing me. In the moonlight, they resembled a full moon, snow-white and ethereal .
My lust was aroused again. I crawled over, bringing my face close to the center of her two white buttocks, and slowly pried them open with my hands
. Her anus was revealed, a tightly closed opening surrounded by folds of skin. I brought my nose close and could smell a faint stench. Was
my mother really too tired today? She hadn't even washed her bottom? I was stunned. I reached out my index finger to try and insert it, but
it was too tight. I didn't dare to use force, afraid of waking my mother. I could only wipe her anus in circles. It was a little wet. I
smelled my finger; the stench was even stronger, like residual feces. I was shocked to
find that , still had uncleaned anus. But I didn't feel it was
unclean at all; instead, I found it even more stimulating! I kissed my mother's anus, even licking it with my tongue.
Perhaps, seeing my mother dethroned only fueled my lust! My mother
groaned again and rolled over. I hastily lay back down. Although she was still asleep, my lust couldn't withstand repeated
blows. Seizing an opportunity, I quickly put her underwear back on and fled back to bed. My pounding
heart finally calmed down. I smelled the faint odor of my mother's anus on my fingertips, savored the taste of her anus on my tongue, and replayed
my recent adventure. My penis was incredibly swollen, and suddenly I felt I couldn't control myself. Thick
streams . It was the first time I had ejaculated while fully conscious. The pleasure, the stimulation, filled me with dread,
and I will never forget it! Holding my semen in my hands, I secretly made up my mind to ejaculate it onto my mother.
In that cave of mine, no one taught me what real sex was like, but my animalistic instincts, my thirst for thrills
, actually gave rise to this thought! That night, I couldn't sleep.

The next morning, I secretly observed my mother, but found nothing unusual about her. The success
of my affair last night, and the fact that I wasn't caught, fundamentally changed my feelings towards my mother. Less fear,
more boundless lust! My eyes kept following my mother's body; the glimpse of her plump buttocks under her skirt seemed
naked in my eyes. When would I finally get them?

From that night on, I began to indulge my mother more, intentionally or unintentionally. For example, sometimes when passing by, I would pretend to accidentally
touch her body: her buttocks, thighs, even her breasts. Whenever I had the chance, I would
peek at what was underneath her collar, cuffs, and under her skirt.

Once, on a crowded bus, I was pressed tightly against my mother. I pretended to be carrying a bag and
pressed my palms firmly against her breasts. Her face showed some displeasure, but she didn't say anything. She just gently pushed my hands down when she
loosened her grip . I pretended to be completely unaware.

Another time, we were passing by her bedroom door at the same time. As I
turned sideways, I deliberately brushed my penis against her buttocks. She just frowned, but I guess she thought it was unintentional.

Another time was even worse. We were on a crowded bus, and as the doors opened, a group of people rushed on. I was pressed against my mother's back,
and the scent of her hair aroused me. I pinched her plump buttocks hard. "Who is it?!" my

mother shouted sternly, but she couldn't turn around because of the crowd. She was furious the whole way. I even pretended to ask her
what was wrong. Her face turned red, and she was speechless.

My mother would never suspect her fourteen-year-old son. She always thought he was still a wet behind the ears.
She couldn't imagine that he had grown into a grown man, tall, with thick pubic hair, and an erect penis, ready to sow the seed of life in any woman in the world! She was completely unguarded around him, but he had already developed lustful thoughts
about her . 　　Looking back now, I think my feelings for my mother at that time weren't love, but purely sexual attraction, an animal instinct ultimately leading to intercourse! 　　After that, I tried many times at night, but my immense fear of my mother, the dread of being , and the fact that she never slept as soundly as that night again made it impossible for me to achieve the same result. I was often filled with regret, thinking, "What a rare opportunity Maybe if I really put my penis in that hole, my mother wouldn't have noticed!" Now, that seems like such a ridiculous thought. I've read many novels online about having sex while a woman is asleep without being discovered—that's all nonsense! Even taking a few sleeping pills can't make a woman unaware of penetration; that 's just fiction. 　　In short, that summer was a period of utter confusion for me. I was often distracted, my mind constantly filled with the haunting image of my mother's plump buttocks, white legs, anus, and vagina... Sometimes I felt like I was going crazy. I was even afraid to face my mother at home; I always had the hallucination of her naked body! My studies plummeted. In the final exams, I went from being the top student in the entire grade to ranking in the twenties in my class. When I received , for a fleeting moment, I forgot about my mother's body. At that moment, my mother 's true, grotesque face reappeared in my mind. I didn't know what punishment awaited me; a huge panic gripped my heart. 　　That afternoon, after school, I returned home. My younger sister, who had already started her vacation, had been picked up by my grandmother to play, as usual, after getting good grades . I was alone, facing the four walls, feeling even more terrified. I regretted it. I didn't know how my mother would treat me when she came back . I silently vowed that if God gave me another chance, I would never be obsessed with women 's bodies again. If you asked me for a time limit, the time limit would be ten thousand years! Damn it! I must study hard! I swear to Chairman Mao ! 　　... 　　Finally, what was bound to happen couldn't be avoided. The sound of the key opening the door signaled my mother 　　's return. "Chen Jiaqiang! Get out here!" my mother roared. I lowered my head and shuffled into her room. 　　"Kneel down!" I knelt down dejectedly. That was the first procedure my parents used on me when I made a mistake. 　　"Look at your grades! Do you know how I spent today? I'm too ashamed to even stay in the office! Twenty-third! You shameless thing!" My mother's face was pale and contorted with anger! She then grabbed a broom from the kitchen, held it upside down, and whipped my bottom hard! Although my mother's weapon was better than my father's—my father usually used his leather belt to discipline me, which felt like being tortured in a slag heap—that day my mother was truly angry. Strike after strike, no less severe than the methods used by the Kuomintang to interrogate underground party members. At first, I gritted my teeth and endured it, but later the immense pain nearly drove me to collapse! I finally couldn't take it anymore and burst into tears, crying, "I won't do it again! I'll change!" 　　"Look at you, still so useless! Today I'll make sure you remember this!" My mother's face was contorted with rage, the broom in her hand striking harder and harder. She was truly angry. Always so competitive, and having taught classes that were always among the top students in the entire grade, she would never tolerate the reality of a poor student in her family! It hurt so much! I really couldn't bear it anymore. Although I made small mistakes when I was young, even my father's punishments weren't as cruel as my mother's that day! 　　I was beaten until I had nowhere to hide, until I couldn't bear it any longer. Now, thinking back, wasn't my mother's personality just like my own? 　　The inherited stubbornness and competitiveness were finally unleashed by my mother's storm of beatings! I grabbed the broom and slapped her back, a sharp crack echoing as it struck my mother's face! In that instant, we both froze. My head went numb, and my mother stared at me in disbelief—this always obedient son had actually hit her! 　　"You beast! How dare you hit your mother!" - My mother, regaining her senses, screamed and rushed over, slapping me across the face and tearing at my collar. "Hit me again! Hit me again and I'll beat you to death, you beast!" A mother who was usually so noble and beautiful in the eyes of our school's teachers and students was nothing more than a shrew when she was extremely angry! With a tearing sound, my shirt was ripped in half, and several red marks appeared on my chest! 　　I admit that in that instant, I completely lost my mind. Like a wild horse that had been provoked, I leaped up...

I grabbed my mother's clothes with both hands and ripped them apart with all my might. With a loud rip, her
shirt and bra were torn in two,
revealing her breasts—breasts I'd never seen before, not even that night!

Her snow-white breasts were flushed red with anger, and their size—unexpectedly large—was
like a pair of footballs, rising and falling with her fury. I was stunned. I hadn't realized my mother's
breasts were as beautiful as she was. A beast within me was suddenly awakened. What the hell? I'd already done it all
! Like a bull in heat, I grabbed her breasts. "Hit me
! I'll let you hit me!" I roared, slamming her onto the bed.

My mother was completely stunned, staring at me as if she couldn't process what was happening. "You tore mine, I'll tear yours too!"

I yelled, lunging at her, grabbing her waist and ripping her skirt away. My mother
was left only in her underwear!

"What are you doing?!" She saw fire in my eyes, and a sudden fear gripped her
.

"Let me tell you! You're not the only one who can tear this!" I said viciously, grabbing her panties with both hands.
"No! You beast! I'm your mother!" My mother desperately grabbed my hands, pulling me
down her. My bare chest was pressed against her large breasts. I could feel
her breasts being pressed into two mounds, her nipples pressing against my chest. At that moment, my lust was
completely aroused. I pulled my hands away and slapped her again. "You can hit me, but I can't hit you?!" "

You unfilial son, how dare you hit your mother!" My mother was still a woman after all. She thought I was going to beat her up,
but her maternal pride made her still angrily rebuke me.

"I hit you, so what?!" I slapped her again!

My mother glared at me, her lips tightly pressed together. Finally, she dared not make a sound, probably worried that making a sound would provoke my
rage ! She still thought I was just retaliating because I'd been beaten too hard, and for the first time, even as a mother, she
was terrified by her own son.

I stared at her intently, and she suddenly remembered something, hurriedly covering her breasts with her hands. This woman's action actually
triggered a surge of male hormones in me. I felt my penis throb, and I stood up, ripped off
my pants, and was completely naked, my penis standing erect!

I could see the confusion in her eyes at my actions, and when she saw my erect penis, her eyes
widened , her mouth gaped open, and she was utterly stunned: "You, you, Chen Jiaqiang, you, how could you do this? You, you
're still a child! What are you doing?!"

It was the first time I'd seen her so panicked. My mother really hadn't realized that her son was no longer just
a child ; he was already a man!

"Do you know why my studies are so bad?" I said, word by word, "It's all because of you! Today
you promised me, I guarantee I'll get into No. 4 Middle School!"

No. 4 Middle School is the best in our city. 1. My college entrance rate is always 100%, and my mother's usual requirement for me
is that I must get into the Fourth High School. My hands grabbed my mother's underwear again.

"Why because of me? What did I promise you?" The huge change completely panicked my mother. She quickly
grabbed her underwear. She seemed to understand something, but she still had some hope and was even more wary of me.

"Let me play with your pussy!" At that time, I was not the real me. I was a beast, a
mad beast!

"No! I'm your mother!" The last hope was shattered. Real
terror She screamed and desperately protected her underwear with both hands, as if it were her virginity.

What use was this to a beast? It only aroused its lust to conquer! I
pried my mother's hands apart, pulled hard, grabbed my mother's ankle with one hand, and took off her underwear. My mother
was immediately completely naked. "No!!!" That was the first and most shrill
scream I had ever heard in my life.

I calmed down completely. I brought the underwear to my nose and smelled it; it had a faint odor. I rolled it up,
and there were small stains in the crotch area. "Did you not wipe yourself properly again? Let me tell you,
I saw your asshole when you were sleeping. You didn't wipe it properly that day, and you still have the nerve to tell us to be clean!"

"You beast!" My mother's eyes blazed with humiliated anger!

I lifted her legs up. My mother kicked hard, but it was no use. I spread her plump, white buttocks,
revealing her anus. Sure enough, there was a faint yellow stain. I held her buttocks and wiped the yellow stain with one finger. "You
can't even wipe your poop properly, and you still have the nerve to lecture us?" That night it was night, and her anus was only vaguely visible. Now it was daytime, and
that brown, petal-like anus looked like a budding flower. I felt my blood rush to my head, and I thrust my finger
inside!

"No!!!" That was the most piercing scream I'd ever heard in my life. My mother struggled violently
, her eyes gleaming, on the verge of tears. I held her firmly, my fingers churning inside her anus.
Seeing my mother, who usually seemed like a demon to me, so weak and vulnerable, suddenly
ignited a surge of masculinity within me. My penis throbbed, growing harder and longer! I was going to put it in that
hole—something I'd always wanted to do but regretted never doing!

I pulled my fingers out, spread my mother's legs apart, and pulled her to the edge of the bed, using my penis to find her opening. My mother
completely broke down: "You beast! I'm your mother!" She finally cried out, screaming, a powerful
force breaking free from me as she crawled towards the bed. My blood boiled, I pounced on the bed, grabbed her, flipped her over, and pressed myself
against her! I was a little over 1.7 meters tall then, and my mother was a little over 1.6 meters. Our bodies were a perfect match. I pressed my
upper against her chest, and my penis was positioned right in front of her vulva. We rolled around. Looking back now,
the impact of a young, rutting leopard cub is unimaginable. Although I didn't know
what real intercourse was at the time, the single-minded desire to put my penis inside my mother's vagina sustained me relentlessly, pushing forward and relentlessly
thrusting in and out!

It was a long hunt. My body was pressed against my mother's, my hands holding down her
hands . Sometimes I kissed her lips, sometimes her ears, sometimes I bit her nipples. Her body was covered in...
I don't know exactly how long it lasted, but from the time my mother came home from work, it was still bright outside, until night
fell and I could no longer see her face clearly. In any case, my thrusting didn't lessen at all, while my mother's resistance
grew weaker and weaker. She was still making a death struggle, while I kept licking her and smelling her, my penis
thrusting wildly below. Suddenly, I felt a sensation I had never experienced before. My penis felt like a steel spear piercing
into the flesh between my mother's legs. I was terrified. Had I pierced her? But suddenly, my mother
gave up resisting like a deflated balloon and became motionless. In the darkness, I saw that her eyes were wide open,
staring at me as if she didn't recognize me, her gaze empty. But I didn't care about anything else. A
huge from below. I continued to thrust in with all my might, all the way to the bottom. The feeling of my penis inside her flesh
gave me a comfort I had never experienced before, naturally giving me the urge to taste it again. So,
in my ignorance, I began to thrust repeatedly into my mother's body without any instruction.

I thrust in and out, again and again. Perhaps I was born with an extremely strong sex drive (which was
repeatedly proven over the decades that followed), because our first time having sex lasted a long time. As I thrust into my mother beneath me,
I slowly felt a surge of tenderness welling up from my initial roughness. I unconsciously began to kiss my mother's
face, lips, nose, eyes, eyelashes, hair, and nipples, unconsciously sticking out my tongue to lick them.
Suddenly, my mother seemed to die, motionless, her body paralyzed, her face turned to one side, her eyes tightly closed, two lines of tears
hanging on her cheeks. A feeling of pity welled up in my heart, and I murmured in my mother's ear, "Mom,
Mom , Mom, I love you..."

Finally, a huge wave of pleasure surged through my brain. I felt like I needed to urinate, and I couldn't control myself. I
hugged my mother tightly, and a huge, warm gush spurted out from below, splashing all over my mother's body.

I collapsed onto my mother, utterly exhausted. She seemed to tremble slightly, then her
trembling intensified. She choked out weakly, "You beast! Do you know what you've done?"

She weakly pushed me away and buried her face in the bed, sobbing softly.

At that moment, reason returned after my impulsive act. A tremendous fear and regret gripped me.
What would happen to me if my mother told my father?! I was such a beast! How could I have done this
to my own mother?! My own mother! If word got out, how could I live with myself?! But my inherited competitive spirit
held me back once again. I got up, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed deeply to my mother. I said,
"Mom, I'm sorry. Because I missed you, I couldn't concentrate on my studies. From now on, I swear I will get into the best
university in the country to repay you. I will be good to you for the rest of my life!" I fled in a panic, not sleeping a wink all night. I stared at
the ceiling , wondering what tomorrow would bring.

The next morning, my mother's bedroom door was locked, and I fled the house as fast as I could.

When I got home that evening, my mother's door was open, but she wasn't there. She hadn't come back for several days. I was
incredibly worried, but I didn't dare to do anything. Three days later, my grandmother, my sister, and even my mother came back.
When my grandmother saw me, she started scolding my mother in a big fuss: "Xiaoyun, how could you leave Qiangqiang alone at home
? Isn't he your own son?!" My mother lowered her head and went into the bedroom. I quickly comforted my grandmother, saying that I had just
returned from a classmate's house that day.

In short, my mother didn't tell anyone, including my father, and the atmosphere between us was incredibly awkward;
we kept avoiding each other. And I truly began to immerse myself in even more diligent study. Looking back now, I perhaps
really should thank my impulsiveness that time. The promise I made allowed me to get into the top high school in the city with the highest score
, then the best university in China, then a master's and doctoral degree from another of China's best universities, and then
my own fairly large company and a comfortable life today. Of course, I should thank my
mother . She gave me life, and it was from her that I learned early on how to transform from a boy into a man.

Later, I got a book about physiology, and I truly understood the female
anatomy from an anatomical perspective. I realized that what I did to my mother that day was actually sexual intercourse, and my
behavior constituted rape under criminal law. I really have to thank my mother. It was her tolerance and silence that prevented me
from going to jail. It was the greatness and magnanimity of maternal love that allowed me to embark on the right path in life.

After that incident, my mother never hit me again. She even
stopped Although there was still some lingering resentment between us, and she generally didn't speak to me, she
was no longer the shrew I remembered. Her attitude seemed much gentler.

The following summer, the weather was still hot, but my mother never wore a skirt again. She always dressed
conservatively , and her bedroom door was always tightly closed. I knew she was wary of me, but I focused on my studies without distraction.
The following summer, I entered the Fourth Middle School with the highest score in the city.

What followed was a gathering of classmates, the teachers' pride, and the school's honor in producing a top scorer in the high school entrance exam.
During that time, my mother's face always shone with pride. Although we still
didn't talk much, I could see her approval and affirmation. I was busy with social engagements with classmates every day, always
leaving early and returning late .

That night, after attending a party, I excitedly opened the door to my house. My younger sister had gone to my maternal grandmother's house for summer vacation as usual.
Only my mother was home. The phone rang, and after a while, my mother called me over to answer it. It was my father calling from
overseas . He praised me a lot on the phone and promised to bring me the most fashionable
things when he came back for the New Year. After hanging up the phone, I suddenly realized that for the first time, my mother didn't avoid me. Even though it was just the two of us
at , she sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes full of maternal love and comfort. Seeing her wearing a long-sleeved shirt and black pants,
I felt sorry for her in such hot weather. Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I blurted out, "Mom, it's so hot,
why wearing a skirt? You look so pretty in skirts!"

She suddenly smiled and said, "Why would I wear a skirt? To make you tear it?" After saying that, she realized something was wrong, and
her face turned red. It was as if a long-sealed box in my heart had been opened all at once. I sat down
next to and whispered, "Mom, I'm sorry..." My mother was silent for a long time, then suddenly sighed softly, "Actually, I
was too harsh on you before. You're an adult now, and you have self-respect. I won't hit you anymore."

"No, I made a mistake, you can still hit me, and you can even take off my pants and spank my bottom.

Why don't you spank me now to vent your anger?"

I pretended to take off my pants.

Mom suddenly panicked and quickly grabbed my hand: "Qiangqiang, no!"

I hugged Mom tightly, kissing her cheek: "Mom, you're so beautiful,
with the best , it's such a waste not to wear skirts."

Mom suddenly stood up, her face stern: "Qiangqiang, you've made me proud, but remember,
I'm your mother. You were young and didn't understand that thing. I'm telling you today, I forgive you, but there
absolutely cannot be a second time! Do you hear me?!"

I was stunned, nodding repeatedly, the little flame that had just ignited in my heart was mercilessly extinguished.

From that day on, Mom and I finally returned to normal, even more harmonious than before. We
often went out together again, and she would always proudly introduce her son to her friends: "This is my top-scoring son!" A mother's status rises with her son's; that
was the first time I made her feel that way. I resolved to treat my mother well from then on and never
have any improper thoughts about her again. It seemed she noticed my change.

Finally, one day, my mother started wearing skirts again. When she walked towards me against the sunlight, I was stunned
. The sunlight shone on her, making her seem radiant. My mother was as beautiful as a
goddess , especially with the sunlight filtering through her skirt, making her body appear and disappear
. I felt my lower body involuntarily swell again. Along the way, she chatted and laughed, but I felt a little embarrassed because my lower body was constantly
aroused, making even walking difficult. Considering the frequent rape cases in India, and the blame often placed
on women's revealing clothing, I thought there might be some truth to it. If it weren't for the skirt, I wouldn't have had improper thoughts about my mother. If it weren't for the skirt, I wouldn't have opened Pandora's box
again . Perhaps… 　　my mother hadn't noticed my change at all; she was convinced I had returned to being the top student and obedient good boy. But those few days, I started to feel tormented again. Watching my mother's skirt flutter like white clouds in front of me, my penis throbbed painfully. I began to relive the memory of our tryst that day, the pleasure of my penis thrusting into her vagina, the immense thrill of ejaculation. I was terrified, even hiding at my grandmother 's house for a few days. Then my mother called: "Qiangqiang, stop playing around! It's time to settle down and come home!" I smiled bitterly. Mom, do you know I can really focus on my studies now? I'm not playing around; I'm escaping your charm . 　　Helpless, I went home. 　　That night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Two voices battled within me: one said, "Let me try again, maybe I can..." The other immediately retorted, "You can't make the same mistake again! This time, your mother might never speak to you again! She'll tell everyone about your evil deeds! 　　" At birth, is human nature inherently good or evil? Confucius believed that human nature is inherently good, and people should cultivate their goodness. Christians, on the other hand, believe that human nature is inherently evil, and people are born to atone for their evil and constantly cultivate themselves. I truly believe that Westerners are more objective; perhaps human evil is the true nature of humanity. That night , my evil ultimately triumphed over my good! I finally got up and sneaked into my mother's bedroom. 　　My mother had completely let her guard down; the door was open. Just like in an advertisement: it's the same body, the same familiar scent. I greedily inhaled the long-lost fragrance emanating from my mother. She was fast asleep , and I began my second attempt to touch her body. I took off my shorts again and gently pulled my mother's underwear down to her knees. "Who?" My mother suddenly woke up. She stood up and turned on the light cord by the bed. The scene was incredibly awkward. I was naked from the waist down, my penis standing erect like a steel spear, while my mother's snow-white genitals were covered by a clump of black hair. Her shorts were hanging between her knees. My mother quickly pulled up her underwear, a look of disappointment on her face: " Qiangqiang , you, why are you still like this?" I felt that if this didn't work out, there might never be another chance. Human nature is inherently lustful! I lunged forward and hugged my mother's legs, grabbing her hands that were pulling up her underwear. I pressed my mouth against my mother 's pubic hair and said nervously, "Mom, I really can't help it. I want to hold back, but, but it's so hard for me to hold back . You know, I've worked so hard all year just to get your approval. I'm your closest person, and I want to love you for the rest of my life!" My mother froze: "Absolutely not, you dare!" she said firmly. 　　"Mom, we've already done it! I read in a book that it's sex! Since we've done it once, why can't it be for a lifetime?" 　　"Have you thought about your dad?" 　　"I have. He's never home all year round. I read in a book that women can't lack this either. Don't you want that ? Besides, I read in a book that men lose their libido when they get old. Then, I can still satisfy you!" 　　Mom was completely stunned. She seemed unable to believe that her top-performing son had said these words, but she really couldn't find a reason to refute me. 　　I picked up my mother and gently placed her on the bed, then pressed down on top of her, face to face. I earnestly asked her, "The book says that sex makes people happy. I'm very happy, Mom. Tell me the truth, don't you feel uncomfortable doing it with me ?" 　　She was speechless and could only turn her head away. I quickly stripped us naked and pressed down on her again. My throbbing penis brought her back to her senses. She twisted and said, "No, get off!" 　　How could I let go of the fat meat I had in my hands? I sealed her lips with mine. Because she was talking and her mouth , I instinctively learned how to kiss. My tongue entwined with hers, sucking and licking, while my hands kneaded my mother's large breasts, playing with her soft nipples until they became harder and harder. 　　"No, no..." My mother's mouth was muffled by mine. I stopped talking and pressed on, sucking on her two hard nipples, moving from top to bottom, her belly, her navel, her pubic hair. Finally, I used my tongue to lift her labia and kissed her vulva. By then, I, a top student, had memorized the female anatomy. I quickly found her clitoris and began to lick it vigorously. I soon noticed that her clitoris was swollen, and her vagina was overflowing with fluid. I knew these were signs of arousal. I guessed my traditional parents had never tried oral sex, and I didn't know anything about it, but my sexual talent made me use this technique naturally.

My true nature is more inherited from my mother. Perhaps the lust in her heart was never awakened by my father
. Today, under her son's oral sex, she completely surrendered: "Mom, Mom, Mom..."

She started to lose focus, she didn't even know what she was shouting. Suddenly, she started to convulse, her eyes rolled upwards, and
I suddenly felt a gush of heat gushing from her vagina!

I was terrified. In my ignorance, I thought something had happened to my mother. I stopped and stared blankly at my convulsing mother.
I thought, "Oh no, does Mom have an epileptic seizure?" My mother convulsed for a while, and finally stopped. I
touched her and said timidly, "Mom, are you alright?" She didn't say a word and didn't move. I finally felt relieved
. I knelt before my mother's crotch, parted her labia, revealing her wet, glistening vulva, and carefully aimed
my already throbbing, steel-hard penis and pushed it in. This time, I used
the pattern from the book. I lifted my mother's legs and folded them towards her chest, and I felt my penis penetrate
her cave even deeper than before. It was truly amazing how flexible my mother's body was; I almost pressed her feet against the sides of her
face . Later, through my sexual experiences, I learned that many girls with poor flexibility couldn't do this. My mother
was actually a natural beauty! Because my penis was so long, probably much longer than my father's, and
the Godfather position I was using allowed for deeper penetration, my mother had never been penetrated so deeply before. Later I
realized I had reached her cervix. My mother actually frowned and softly cried out, "Gently!"

I started thrusting like a storm. With each deep thrust, my mother cried out. She
probably never knew that sex could be so crazy and pleasurable. At first, she just kept crying out "Aiah, Aiah,"
then it became a rapid series of low cries of "Aiah, Aiah," and finally, it was "Mom, Mom... I feel so
bad..." Her face flushed, her eyes rolled back, and she started convulsing again. This time I wasn't worried. I
suddenly realized it was a kind of excitement. I suddenly had a strong
urge . I thrust hard, and my mother was dying and being reborn under my penis. In the end, it seemed like she convulsed three times, and finally
we both cried out, "Mom!" My sperm shot into my mother's uterus like cannonballs!

I suddenly felt very sleepy and fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and found my mother lying on her side in front of me,
face to face, staring at me with wide eyes. When she realized I was awake, she seemed a little shy. I
touched my mother's genitals and found they were still wet. I asked, "Aren't you going to wash?"

My mother suddenly said softly like a little girl, "Too lazy to move." I suddenly remembered something
and reached behind her, saying, "Let me see if her anus is clean today." My mother got angry and kicked me
, saying coquettishly, "Get out!" The relationship between my mother and me suddenly underwent a strange transformation. It was as if I
had become the father and she had become the daughter. The conquest of the body is perhaps the greatest conquest for a woman.
At that moment, I felt that I truly possessed the woman in front of me!

"It's okay, even if there's poop, I won't mind!" I hugged my mother gently.

"Who said there's poop? When did I poop?" she argued, looking very serious, turning around to face me
with "Look for yourself, is there any or not?"

I moved my mother's pair of snow-white, plump buttocks over, burying my face in them, my heart filled with emotion
. How long had it been since I'd longed for this buttock? How long had it been since I
'd gone to great lengths to find even the slightest glimpse of it, only to be overjoyed? Today, it had finally willingly embraced me. I held it,
licking it carefully, not missing a single millimeter of skin. Finally, I parted the labia, revealing her anus. There was still a
little bit . My mother would never know that there was always a little bit of residue in her anus—this was my personal, eternal secret! "
Yes, your anus is so clean! It's cuter than your mouth, let me kiss it!" I said, bringing my face
close. Mom let out a soft moan and twitched her buttocks. I hugged it tightly, licking away the pale yellow residue with my tongue. My lips covered
her anus , sucking hard, my tongue tip parting the slit and probing into the tiny part. "Ouch..." Mom
started moaning again: "Please spare me, I really can't take it anymore."

I let her go, thinking to myself, Mom, one day, I'll want your anus too!

That night, we didn't sleep a wink. We held each other and talked for a long time. I asked her why she didn't
report me. She looked at me sadly and said, "You're a piece of my flesh. Would I ever hurt you?" I was deeply moved
and hugged her, kissing her. I asked, "So, this piece of flesh is back in your body. Are you happy?" She was silent
for a long time before saying, "Actually, the first time was very comfortable, more comfortable than I've ever felt in my life. But I was also very
ashamed because I always heard about so-and-so being raped. I thought it was something far away, but I never imagined that one day I
would be raped, and by my own son. That night, I felt like I wanted to die!..." I was
shocked . I never imagined that my recklessness last time would cause my mother such deep trauma. I hugged her tightly. But
then Mom thought, and was also grateful that it was you, my son. If it were anyone else, Mom really wouldn't want to live!

You're still young, and Mom didn't know you were already so mature. Maybe sometimes I wasn't careful and unintentionally upset you
. As long as Mom takes care of herself, and you study hard, and there's no second time, then Mom will forgive you." I was very
moved , kissed Mom's cheek, and said, "Mom, I will never let you down in my life, definitely!" Mom
seemed to be touched as well. She buried her head in my chest, and gently stroked my little brother, saying, "Maybe you were my destined partner
in a past life , and in this life you've come to be my son. I don't know what's wrong with me today, my legs just
won't obey me. Even though I know it's wrong, I still..." She sighed, raised her head, cupped my face, and calmly said:
"But only today did I truly feel like a woman. After living for over thirty years, only today did I realize how wonderful it is to be a woman!"

These words filled me with immense happiness. My penis stood erect again, and I mounted her, pressing my penis
against her nipple, saying, "Mom, come on, I'll make you feel good for the rest of your life!"

"Again? Aren't you tired?" Mom exclaimed in surprise. "You need to take care of yourself. You're still young..."

"Young what! How about you have one for me?"

Mom playfully punched me. "Don't talk nonsense. Mom likes that too, but you have to promise Mom one thing."

"What condition?"

"Nothing can interfere with your studies."

"Don't worry, Mom, trust me, I can definitely manage. Otherwise, you can beat me with a broom!"

"Nonsense!" Mom's smile was like a flower blooming in spring...

From then on, Mom changed. Already beautiful, she seemed to have become several years younger, and she began to pay attention to
her clothes. A little embroidery, a silk scarf, a subtle waist-cinching—though not drastic changes, these small touches made
her even more elegant. When my sister wasn't around, we often went out together, whether for walks, shopping, or
movies. When we ran into acquaintances, some even joked that we looked like a couple. Though the words were unintentional, they were taken seriously, and
we felt a sweet warmth in our hearts.

Because my sex drive was stronger than most people's, sometimes when the urge arose, I couldn't help but
rub my penis against her through my pants while walking down the street. At this point, Mom would look around in alarm, grab my arm, and pinch my arm.
In this respect, I understand Tiger Woods. It's said he might have "sexual compulsion," having countless affairs,
which led to a broken family and a decline in his competitive career. I think he's a typical example of someone with an extremely high sex drive, but unfortunately, he can't
control himself. It seemed my mother could satisfy all my sexual desires; we were truly connected by blood, and our lovemaking was
seamless .

One evening, while strolling in the park, my penis became aroused again, and we imitated those young couples,
sneaking into the bushes by the roadside to have sex. My mother was very nervous; she knelt on the ground, watching the outside
movements . I pulled her pants down halfway and started thrusting wildly from behind. That time, for the first time
, my mother wasn't really focused on sex; perhaps she was more accommodating to me. Her greater energy was focused on observing the situation outside.

As we were working, a few girls walked in from outside. Suddenly, Mom grabbed my throbbing penis and said in a trembling voice,
"It's Tingting!" Only then did I hear my sister's voice coming from inside. I quickly leaned down and climbed onto Mom's
back, but my penis stubbornly continued to thrust inside her. "Stop!" Mom whispered. "It's dark,
I can't see," I whispered. Because I was about to ejaculate, I couldn't stop thrusting and instead increased the frequency. At this moment,
my sister and the other girls walked nearby. My sister said, "It looks like there's someone in the bushes!" Mom was terrified and
almost got up to run away. I held her tightly, and as I reached my climax, my semen gushed out, always so much, spraying into Mom's vagina
wave after wave. Mom didn't dare to move, her face buried deep in the ground. "You're so naive, don't
you know this is the famous love nest?" I heard my sister's companions mocking her. They suddenly lowered their voices,
exchanged a few words, then burst into laughter and ran away. Mom sat on the ground as if paralyzed. There was so much semen
that it spilled all over the floor. After wiping it clean, my mother remained silent the whole way back.

The next evening, with my sister away, Mom suddenly seemed to have made up her mind and said to me, "Qiangqiang,
I 've thought about it. We can't go on like this. We can't keep relying on yesterday's luck forever!" But as if by magic, I
produced the certificate for first prize in the provincial math competition I'd brought home from school that day and said, "Mom, this is all for you.
Believe me, I'll do my best for you. I'll support you for the rest of my life. Don't worry about what others think, as long as I'm good to you
, that's enough!" She still wanted to argue, but I pulled out my big cock and blocked her trembling mouth. She instinctively started licking
it. Just as various fluids were flowing from my cock, and I was about to climax, she suddenly seemed to remember
the purpose of our conversation. She spat out my cock, said, "I already said no," and turned to run away. Because of my "training," her figure
was quite alluring, her big buttocks swaying back and forth. How could I let her go? I pulled down her pajama pants, grabbed her snow-
white, plump buttocks, and, in a frenzy, I actually thrust into her anus!

"Ouch, it hurts so much!" Mom screamed. Driven by lust, and aided by
the lubrication of Mom's saliva and my own pre-ejaculate, along with my uniquely unparalleled hardness, I thrust straight in with a "plop!"
I recklessly pounded into Mom's rectum. Because it was her virgin hole, it was incredibly tight, and I felt an unparalleled
pleasure suffered terribly. Her anus was small, and my penis was large, causing her immense pain. She even cried
, desperately hitting me with her hands, but I pushed her to the edge of the bed. I quickened my thrusts, and finally, she slowly
began to feel pleasure. Her cries gradually turned into moans, and I finally ejaculated. My mother, however, couldn't control her anal
sphincter, and a stream of yellow liquid spread around my penis. Perhaps due to a congenital deficiency in her anal sphincter
, she defecated. The liquid ran down her thighs to the floor, and she slumped to the ground,
choking back sobs, saying intermittently, "You wretched man, I must have owed you something in my past life. What have I become
…?" Suddenly, she jumped up without a second thought, ignoring the feces still clinging to my penis, and bit
it down hard, saying fiercely, "Fine, I'm going all in! I'll give you my life, you bastard! Let's have
some fun today!" She sucked on my penis, and soon it was erect
again, cleaned by her saliva. She pulled me back onto the bed, grabbed my penis,
and angrily thrust it into her. That time, I became a robot, completely at her mercy. My mother finally
let go completely, and I was shocked to discover her true nature as a slut. All the pretense she had maintained in life had been washed away with the feces in
her anus . My mother completely released herself. She would let me fuck her on top, then
fuck me on top, then doggy style, then 69, changing to every imaginable position,
fucking me again and again. That night, even I, with my super-strong sex drive, was exhausted. We fucked
seven times that night, and I ejaculated seven times! Finally, we both collapsed onto the big bed.

We were speechless for a long, long time. Suddenly, Mom spoke: "Qiang, I've thought it through. I have
no ..."

Mom suddenly called me "Qiang" instead of "Qiangqiang," and I felt something was off. I quickly interrupted her:
"No, Mom, you'll always be my mom..."

Mom's reproachful and sharp gaze forced me to shut up. She slowly said, "Even after all this, will you still call me
Mom? I'm not your mom, I'm your woman!"

My woman?! Suddenly, everything became clear, as if I had entered a completely different world. Yes,
wasn't my woman? Her calling me "Qiang" instead of "Qiangqiang"—wasn't that an acceptance of this change in status?

My young heart suddenly felt the weight of responsibility. From now on, my life wouldn't just be about one person; there would be her,
my woman!

Mom slowly sat up and calmly said, "First, I've decided you're my man, but second, we
can't let him down either. This family can't fall apart!"

" You have me in your heart, and I have you in mine—this is a secret we've kept buried deep in our hearts for the rest of our lives! In the next life, if
there is a next life, I will definitely be reborn as your wife!"

I nodded solemnly, shouting in my heart, "This is also my heartfelt wish, Mom!"

"Second, you are still a student. You must prioritize your studies until you are truly independent. Only then
will Mom do what she did today!

We can have sex normally, but we must be moderate! Today is the only time, and the only time in the next ten years!"

Mom had taken my high school years, university years, and the first few years of my business into account. She knew I had a higher sex drive than
most people, and she would satisfy me to some extent, but she didn't want me to neglect my studies. For the first time, I realized
how great Mom was, and I nodded in reverence. "Third, if we love each other,

it must last until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. You can have your own family in the future, that 's what you should and must have. But I, Shi Wanyun, will always be the one you love most. If you betray me," a cold glint flashed in my mother's eyes, and I felt a chill run down my spine. "I can give birth to you, and I can take you away!" Her tone was calm, but every word resonated deep within me! 　　No, no, I cried out in my heart. I swore I wouldn't. Mom, I am your flesh and blood. Now we are connected again by blood. You will always be the closest person to me! 　　"That's it. Do you agree, husband?" She suddenly smiled gently. I didn't say a word, just hugged her tightly. After a long, long time… 　　“It’s so dirty,” Mom suddenly reverted to her childlike nature. She looked around the room, and indeed, it was a mess of bodily fluids—sweat, semen, vaginal fluid, saliva, and even feces… The room reeked of an indescribable, strange odor. Mom grabbed my limp penis and said, “It’s been obedient today, you help your wife with the big clean!” 　　That night, we were truly like a married couple, busy all night long, sweeping, mopping, scrubbing, the washing machine running non-stop. Finally, we boiled a bucket of water and took a shower in the bathroom, carefully washing each other. Occasionally, when our eyes met, we would exchange shy, knowing smiles. Smelling nice and clean, we finally fell asleep in each other’s arms, knowing in our hearts that that night would be our wedding night, a night we would spend the rest of our lives together! 　　... 　　After that, as I mentioned above, I became a so-called "boss." Of course, my experience has led me to date countless women, but I can guarantee that it was all just flings, until I met the second most important , my wife, the mother of my children. I remember on our wedding night, after we finished our lovemaking, she hugged me contentedly and said, "You can only ever love me! Pinky promise!" I extended my little finger and took hers, my heart sighing: I'm sorry, my love, there will always be someone in my heart, just like the song "Late Arrival" says : She arrived before you! 　　This is what happened at home this evening. My wife took our son to her best friend's house: the sun was setting, the sky was ablaze with red clouds, a gentle breeze caressed the lake, and on the lawn of a lakeside villa, a white swing swayed gently. A woman sat on it, dressed in a white shirt and black skirt. The swing swayed gently, her long skirt fluttering. The woman appeared to be over forty, her hair styled in a bun, her skin fair, only the fine lines at the corners of her eyes hinting at the passage of time. She gazed affectionately at the man swinging before her. He was tall , dressed in white, and though in his prime, every movement was light and gentle. Of course, you all know the man is me, and the still-charming woman is my mother. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(The End) What a classic piece of crosstalk! Thank you for sharing, it really resonated with me. A masterpiece, just too short! This must be one of the most richly plotted crosstalk stories I've ever read. The son's initial fantasy and subsequent outburst after being beaten by his mother all felt so real. During her relationship with her son, she displayed unwavering resistance, unlike other novels where the mother becomes lustful at the mere sight of her son's penis. Furthermore, after their encounter, the mother didn't succumb to the allure that often occurs in other novels, where the mother suddenly becomes promiscuous. The subsequent dialogue between mother and son is also quite realistic. However, the plot progresses rather quickly, and the ending feels rushed. The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from a corrupted or incomplete file. It's impossible to translate meaningfully without further context or clarification. It seems to contain elements related to a website or forum, possibly a corrupted file or a corrupted file. A proper translation wouldn't be possible without the original, uncorrupted text . > I love it so much, my dick's been hard the whole time. Great! The plot is rich and gripping, from the attraction of a skirt to the voyeurism, to the beating that ignites the protagonist's long-suppressed desires, and then to using studying as bait to gradually win over his mother—it's all very logical! I have serious doubts about how a boy who thinks about sex all the time can maintain such excellent grades. A rare gem, a classic. It captures the mindset of a teenager; his lust is truly boundless. A great story; the descriptions of the mother and the fleeting, eternal memory feel very real. The incestuous relationship unfolds step by step, very realistically. I love it...a classic incest story, worth collecting.

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