【Spring of Ping - Special Side Story】

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Ping had a classmate she liked during her school years. He shared my father's surname and was named Jing Zhihai.

Jing Zhihai was Ping's academic rival and also a good older brother figure to her. After graduating from junior high school together, they

both participated in labor. After the resumption of the college entrance examination, Ping couldn't continue her studies because she had too many younger siblings, while he continued to

high school. Perhaps his family was even poorer than Ping's at the time, because Ping's parents strongly opposed their relationship.

In 1978, when the college entrance examination was reinstated, Ping retained her student status but studied high school

courses entirely on her own in her spare time from labor, occasionally receiving help from Jing Zhihai. Two years later, Ping's parents agreed to my father's marriage proposal.

However, Ping still had feelings for Jing Zhihai, making it difficult for her to accept this boy who was a year younger than her and didn't study. But

under immense pressure from her parents, she yielded and agreed to marry him if she didn't pass the college entrance examination that year—this is the helplessness of having to bow to

reality . One can imagine how

heartbroken Jing Zhihai must have been when he learned that Ping had agreed to marry my father. When Ping told me these stories, I felt great sympathy for this young man.

"Have you ever let him have sex with you?" I asked Ping.

"I've never even held his hand. The first time I had sex was on my wedding day with your dad. I was so surprised that

such wanted a wife," Ping said.

"Never after you got married?"

"I've never even met him since we got married."

"You've met him at least once. I remember when I was very young, you took me shopping and we met a

man. You two talked for a long time. The expressions and the content of your conversation... now that I think about it, it sounds like him. I remember

he cried and said a lot. The last thing he said was something like, '...have a baby with him...' and then he turned and left."

"...You...how can your memory be so good? I almost forgot. You were only a few years old then. I remember I was still

holding you in my arms." Ping looked incredulous and said blankly.

"So you admit you lied? Did you actually have sex with him? --It's okay, I swear I

really don't care." I tried to get more information out of her.

"I only saw him that one time, I swear!—Do you want to know

what ?" I admit she successfully changed the subject, completely drawn in by her wickedly smiling question.

"What did he say?" I asked.

"He said his wife was born from his mother and brother having sex! Haha…" Ping laughed so

heartily , looking smug (and she added the word 'sex' herself).

…

Although I don't quite believe that story, including whether she actually had sex with Jing Zhihai, I

genuinely feel sorry for him. I swear, if you asked me now if I'd let Jing Zhihai have sex with Ping once, I

would!

Regarding Ping having sex with my grandfather more than twenty years ago, I don't believe that my grandfather, who was over 50 and in

poor health at the time, would hold such a "male" place in her heart.

I can't think of any other reason besides the servile remnants of feudalism and her inherently lewd nature. Ping herself couldn't explain why she didn't scream for help

to protect herself the first night, and the next day, faced with the fait accompli, she couldn't resist anymore. However,

the things she encountered and heard after marriage must have had a significant impact on the psychology of this once simple and pure woman

. Her courage to compromise and agree to let me have sex with her in 2008, which she has maintained to this day,

is strong evidence of this.

I can't go into detail about the things Ping encountered after marriage, but the rumors she heard that I felt

had an impact include: my uncle was born to my grandmother and another man in the village; my grandfather had several

lovers ; there was a woman in the village who had affairs with at least fourteen men, whose names were widely known; and

the story of Jing Zhihai's mother-in-law and brother-in-law (of course, Ping learned this several years after having sex with her grandfather). I

believe there were many other things that influenced her concept of chastity, which is why I was able to successfully have sex with her.

After one passionate encounter, Ping told me that her sex life with her father consisted of nothing more than intercourse.

I was shocked to learn from Ping that Grandpa performed oral sex, while my father, a man of a more modern generation,

only engaged in intercourse. Even if he didn't want to perform oral sex, he probably would have wanted Ping to give him oral sex. Hearing this, I couldn't help but

feel sorry for my father. If Ping had gotten more sexual satisfaction from him, would Grandpa or I have had a chance? —

Ping didn't give a definite answer, only saying she didn't know. Yes, there are no ifs!

"You still think your dad is very upright?" Ping asked me back.

"Why?"

"He's definitely been with other women. In an environment like your village, although I haven't caught him red-handed, I can still see

some clues." Ping said this.

...

Regarding "The First Night of Zi," I myself wanted to enrich it, but that's all there is, there's no

way. I also wished I could be a "seven-times-a-night man," giving my mother, Ping, unparalleled pleasure on the first day. But

I only did it twice, and so far, the most I've ejaculated in 24 hours is only about five times. From

dinner on the first day until lunch on the second day, I was in bed—doing it, resting, and

then doing it again after I'd rested enough or woken up (this way, I've done it a maximum of four times). After lunch, I did it again, and basically, about 24 hours had

passed. Since I mentioned licking my mother's anus here, I'll explain it here, since this chapter doesn't have

any explicit sex scenes, consider it a special surprise in this special chapter:

The morning after my first time, I woke up around 9 a.m. and found that my mother wasn't lying

next to . I called out to her outside, "Mom!" (Because it was daytime, and I wasn't quite used to calling her Ping yet.)

I called several times before she appeared at the door. Her thick, straight black hair was tied in a ponytail, looking particularly refreshing.

Perhaps it was because I'd had a good time with her the night before; her complexion was better than the day before, and at first glance, I couldn't see any crow's

feet or eye bags, though you could see them upon closer inspection. She wore black, tapered nylon trousers that

accentuated her curves, and a pale yellow wool sweater over a top. She wasn't wearing an outer jacket, and her breasts were round and alluring.

"You little rascal, you're awake!" She sat down on the edge of the bed, gently stroking my forehead and

brushing my bangs back.

"When did you get up? Why didn't you wake me up so I could fuck you first?" I reached out and pressed one

of breasts, gently squeezing it.

"You were so tired yesterday, and you worked so hard last night, of course you need to rest more," my mother said gently.

"Mom, your breasts are so big and soft, they feel so good to touch." I opened my hand and grabbed them firmly, but I couldn't hold them in one hand .

"

Get up and eat breakfast first. I've been waiting for you for ages, I'm starving. I'll bring it in, you get

up wash up quickly."

"Honestly, dressed so neatly." I withdrew my hand, pretending to complain, as I got up, ready

to go to the bathroom to pee and wash up naked.

"I knew you wouldn't let me off the hook today. If I don't dress properly to cook, what will you eat? If you don't

eat your fill how will you have the energy to fuck me?" Mom slapped me hard on the butt.

"Why did you hit my husband so hard?" I turned around, pretending to be aggrieved.

"You're allowed to fuck me so hard, but I'm not allowed to hit you hard? My pussy still hurts a little."

"Hurts? Really? Let me see!" I said, pretending to pull down her pants.

"Okay, okay, I was just kidding, let's eat first!" Mom finally put on a bit of her authoritative posture again.

"Hmph, you lied to me, just wait and see how I deal with you." I said, pretending to be resentful.

"Well, I'm waiting! Hehe!"

...

After washing up, I ate breakfast very properly—well, not exactly properly—I was completely naked.

Strangely, there was no heating or air conditioning in the room, but it was quite warm, not cold at all. It was very dark outside,

like a downpour was about to happen, even darker than the previous afternoon.

After finishing my breakfast, I quickly crawled back into bed. My mother finished tidying up and also consciously closed all the doors

before coming in . I said, "The weather is perfect, this kind of weather is perfect for having sex in bed all day."

"Nonsense, I still have to cook lunch, how can I have time to play with you all day!" My mother rolled her eyes at me,

sat on the edge of the bed, and started taking off her top. I didn't help her take off her clothes; she left her underwear on, which was a new pair, not the ones she wore

last night .

"Why don't you take off your panties? Are you keeping them covered up so I can't fuck you?" After she got under the covers, I climbed on top of her and

gave her a quick, light kiss.

"Mmm!"

"Still 'mmm'? Aren't you afraid I'll tear them?" I reached down and touched her crotch.

"If you tear them, you'll have to buy me a new one!"

"I'm so poor, where would I get the money? I'll just work harder and fuck you until you're satisfied and happy, then you

won't have to buy me one." I said, moving down and under the covers, spreading her legs wide apart, and

started licking her vulva through her panties. I sniffed carefully; there was no odor. I asked, "Mom, you didn't

take a shower you?"

"No, um, I just cleaned up...that area...ah..." Mom said, gently twisting her

lower body .

"What about your asshole? Did you wash it too?" I pushed the covers aside again. Speaking of her anus, I

started licking right from there, swirling my tongue around what I thought was her anus. Soon,

her panties, especially the area around her vulva and anus, were soaked with my saliva, revealing a faint dark red tinge.

"I didn't wash it properly… ah… just lick the outside, do you want to… um… lick it inside?

… um… no um… inside… um…" Mom continued to writhe, moaning.

I didn't say anything more, and with Mom's help, I pulled down her panties. Mom arched her lower body

upwards, her hands holding her legs, her vulva and anus facing me. I

pressed my thumbs and forefingers in a square around her anus, prying it open, my palms pressing firmly at the junction of her legs and buttocks,

turning her anus inside out to reveal a pinkish anal canal. Faced with such a lewd scene, I felt my penis

become incredibly hard, the frenulum taut. I stuck out my tongue and greedily kissed and licked,

sucking , ignoring the smell and taste, for about ten minutes until I got tired and my penis went soft. Then came the clichéd fucking

process, which I'll omit here...

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