War Mission - Growing Up in My Hometown Author: ageliu

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Author: ageliu?
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Chapter 1 Growing Up and Hometown

I hadn't fallen asleep when I was jolted awake by a shaking. My mother rushed in naked, hugging
me tightly and shielding me with her body.

I was terrified; I knew it was an earthquake. My grandparents had died in a fire after the earthquake.

I trembled and curled up in my mother's arms. After a while, the shaking gradually subsided.

My father also came in, and my mother asked if I was alright. My father nodded. Only then did my mother release me so I
could go back to sleep.

I was terrified for a long time before I finally drifted off to sleep.

Lying in my warm bed, half asleep, the door was pushed open, and a chill rushed in. I
instinctively shrank back, then felt a sharp pain in my ear. I immediately woke up, and a stubbled
face was right in front of me. I jumped up in fright.

My father yelled, "Still sleeping! Get up and go hunting!"

I hurriedly dressed, replying, "Yes, yes, Father."

I followed him out of the house. My mother and two sisters had prepared hot rice, and my father had packed some
in a wooden box for me to carry.

As the two men in the family capable of hunting in the mountains, we
left .

My father looked excited, but I wasn't fully awake yet, still a little confused. When we reached the edge of the forest at the mountain pass, I grabbed
some soft snow and wiped my face, finally waking up completely.

I noticed that the gun my father was carrying was different from before; it was much longer.

I jumped up to touch it, and my father laughed, picking it up and saying, "This is a new rifle. Borrowed from the army
."

I didn't know what a rifle was, but I thought it was quite beautiful, with a shiny black barrel and a brand-new stock.

Once inside the forest, I noticed that my father was loading bullets from the back, instead of from
the front .

We lay prone in the snowdrift, and Father aimed his new gun at the pheasants and grouse he'd shot.

The gunshot was clear and sharp, unlike the dull sound of his old gun. After hitting the target, I ran to pick up the game and found
only one hole, unlike before when there were several small holes.

By the end of the day, we had a good catch.

Father and I carried the game down the mountain together.

When we got home, it was already dark. Mother quickly prepared a pheasant, and our whole family enjoyed a delicious
meal.

The next morning, Father gave some of the frozen game to some villagers, especially
the village chief.

Everyone was very happy.

That evening, Mother cooked a lot of delicious food, and the village chief's wife even brought a large bottle of wine.

The whole family ate happily, except for Mother, who had a faint sadness on her face.

After dinner, Father didn't rest or go to sleep. Instead, he took me out again.

I thought Father was taking me to bathe, but when we got to the hot spring, I was surprised to find all the village's aunties and
older women already soaking in the water.

My father helped me take off my clothes and get into the water. The aunties and ladies all surrounded him, laughing
and stroking him.

Looking at the expanse of white breasts and bellies, I felt a little dizzy.

One of the aunties, who hadn't managed to squeeze in, hugged me and started touching my penis.

It felt so good, even better than when my mother touched me at home. Soaking in the warm spring water
, I almost fell asleep.

My father climbed on top of one of the aunties, thrusting his hips vigorously. The auntie was half-lying in the water, her legs
raised above the surface, howling incessantly. The sound frightened me and chased away my sleepiness. I stared at them.
After a while, my father switched to another auntie, straddling her white body. The two of them wrestled together, splashing
water .

The auntie holding me also stared at my father and the others, her hands kneading my penis faster and faster.
It was , and it hurt a lot. I didn't dare say anything, enduring the pain as she played with my penis.

Until midnight, my father had embraced all the aunties and other women at the spring.

Only then did he relax and lie down by the water, resting quietly.

The aunties and other women left one by one, and my father helped me get dressed and took me home.

When we entered the house, I saw my two younger sisters wearing their new clothes, which they only wore for the holiday, waiting for me like little flowers.

My mother took me to my room to sleep.

My father, however, took my two sisters to their room.

I could hear my father and sisters laughing, and soon I fell asleep peacefully in my mother's arms.

Suddenly, a scream woke me up, and I could faintly hear my older sister crying.

I looked up at my mother, who patted my head and said, "It's okay, go back to sleep."

My older sister's crying continued, and I fell asleep again.

Not long after, I was awakened by my younger sister's scream.

I opened my eyes. Mom was still awake. I asked her what Dad and my sister were doing.

Mom smiled and patted me, saying, "It's nothing, you go to sleep."

I felt a little cold and snuggled into Mom's arms. Mom hugged me tighter. Seeing that I wasn't sleepy, Mom
reached out and touched my penis, gently rubbing it. I hummed softly in comfort.

I felt Mom's caresses and heard my sisters' intermittent crying next door, and finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Mom woke me up early.

When I went to the living room, I saw a brand-new yellow military uniform on the small table.

Dad was walking around the house. I felt that Dad was much taller today, and he was wearing a snow-white shirt.

There were many people in the yard. The village chief was there, as well as several aunts who had been affectionate with Dad the day before.

My two sisters also came out, but they walked a little strangely, with a slight hunchback and very slowly.

Mom helped Dad put on his new military uniform. Dad looked even taller.

Mom took my hand and followed Dad out of the house. Everyone in the yard shook hands and hugged Dad.

Dad walked resolutely out of the yard, and Mom quickly pulled me to his side. Dad patted my head and
said a few words to the village chief. The village chief nodded vigorously.

My father, carrying his pack, walked out of the village and disappeared into the distance under everyone's watchful eyes.

From then on, my family often received treats from villagers.

Besides working, my mother would wait at the village entrance for the uncle who would deliver mail on his bicycle.

My father frequently sent letters, and each time my mother received one, she would be happy for days.

At school, my classmates and teachers respected me greatly, and I gradually understood that all of this was because my father
had become a great soldier again.

My mother told me that before my father married her, he was already a remarkable soldier who
had defeated many polar bears in a place called Qingdao. All the good uncles in the village died, but my father survived, drove away all
the polar bears and returned home.

Now, my father had enlisted again, sailing across the sea to find a land free from earthquakes for us.

Soon, I became a middle school student.

At school, we not only learned knowledge but also participated in physical training and military training.

We had a special kendo course. Having been trained by my father since childhood, my kendo skills impressed even my teachers.
All the students in my class submitted to my bamboo sword.

Even the teachers said that if I were stronger, they could at best fight me to a draw. The

older students not only practiced drills and sword fighting, but even though their rifles were issued without bullets,
they practiced aiming and bayonet fighting. Every month, they also had the opportunity to do real live-fire shooting.

We were incredibly envious.

Finally, I became an older student, and I even got to handle a gun. My father's letter encouraged me; he
told me that he was now in a rich, earthquake-free land, driving a large number of slaves to
mine coal for us. In a few years, this vast, unimaginable land would be ours.

As an outstanding student, I entered military academy.

As the youngest cadet, I was often beaten bloody by the older students, but the teachers
didn't care , and I had nowhere to complain, so I could only endure it.

Finally, summer vacation arrived, and I could go home to visit my mother.

I hadn't been home for a year in military academy; my mother had visited me twice, which made me miss them dearly.

I returned to the village wearing my military academy uniform. It was already dark; there weren't many people in the village; everyone
was resting.

I went into the yard, wanting to surprise my mother and sisters. Without making a sound, I took off my shoes and went straight into
the house.

To my astonishment, I found my mother lying naked in the room, her hair disheveled, legs spread apart, her
thick pubic hair covered in sticky semen.

I put down my bag and ran over. In the dim light, I saw that my mother's face and chest were smeared with
sticky semen; I estimated it would take at least ten men to ejaculate that much.

I was furious. Had someone taken advantage of my father and me being away to humiliate my mother? Just as I was about to explode,
my two sisters heard the commotion and ran out, excitedly calling out when they saw me.

My mother woke from her semi-conscious state and was also overjoyed to see me.

I asked her who had bullied her, and she smiled, saying, "It was the grandfathers and uncles from the village. They saw she was lonely and
came to keep her company."

Seeing that my mother had agreed, I was happy too.

My mother washed herself and returned to the house. I talked to my two sisters, who were in middle school,
about .

My mother stroked my head and said, "After a year at military school, you've grown so much taller."

I took off my uniform, revealing my well-defined chest and abdominal muscles. My mother and sister came over and affectionately caressed my
body .

My mother happily showed me a photo of a beautiful girl. I recognized her; she was
the village chief's daughter. She was three years younger than me and now a middle school student.

My mother told me that she and the village chief's wife had already decided that this girl would be my future wife.
Looking at her beautiful face in the photo, I was overjoyed.

We chatted for a long time, and then my mother told my two sisters to go to bed.

My mother smiled and asked if I wanted her to hold me while I slept.

I smiled and nodded; how I missed my mother's warm embrace and caresses!

My mother didn't let me go back to my room but kept me in theirs.

My mother lay down first, and I lay down too. My mother gently stroked my chest muscles and smiled, saying, "Your father also has
such strong muscles."

I smiled and said, "Mother, do you miss Father very much?"

Mother nodded and said, "Seeing you makes me miss him even more."

Mother's fingers gently pinched my nipple, slowly twisting it. I suddenly felt a strong,
tingling stimulation surge into my brain. This unprecedented feeling of comfort almost made me cry out. My
muscles tensed up, and my whole body trembled slightly.

Mother smiled and said, "Your nipple is just as sensitive as your father's."

Mother gently pushed me from lying on my side facing her to lying flat on my back.

Mother watched me under the bright new electric light, then slowly leaned over my chest, sticking out her
scarlet tongue, swirling it around my nipple. The

warm, wet, tingling sensation made me groan immediately, and my penis broke free and stood erect.

Mother looked at my large penis sticking out from the crotch, nodded with satisfaction, and gently grasped it with her hand,
stroking it up and down.

Before, when Mother played with my penis, she just felt it was warm and comfortable. Now, Mother's hand holding my erect
penis was a completely new kind of pleasure.

My mother rubbed her face against my chest, looking at my penis in her hand, and whispered, "It's bigger than your father's."

I was extremely proud to receive my mother's praise.

My mother lovingly stroked my penis, then picked up her sewing ruler and compared it to my penis,
saying, "It's amazing! You're only eighteen, and it's already six centimeters long when it's hard!!!!!!!!!
You're the biggest man in the whole village!!!"

I proudly said, "I'm also the tallest in the whole school, taller than our teachers, I'm
1.64 ."

My mother became even more excited and said, "You completely inherited your father's tall stature." Oh, suddenly I realized it's gone. At least I finished a round, which was pretty good. I just don't know when it will be updated. I'm looking forward to it! I hope the author updates soon. It's rare to see erotic fiction written from the perspective of Japanese pornography.
This is the first time I've ever read this book since I was born, and I found it quite immersive. Ageliu truly lives up to her reputation as a great author; her works are truly exceptional. Although there aren't many explicit descriptions of sex, it still managed to evoke strong desires and fantasies. A good book.

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