【A Tale of Unrefined Tale】 - "A Fine Day Today"

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Every year on the 14th day of the second lunar month, Gaoshi Town holds its annual folk culture event, the most
lively day of the year. The Cui Family Chastity Archway, a historical and cultural relic, is brightly decorated with lanterns and colorful flags.
Since the reform and opening up, the town has not only preserved its authentic local culture but also invited popular music and dance troupes to perform energetic
songs and dances, catering to the tastes of young people. According to custom, "Though ancestors are distant, sacrifices must be sincere."
Villagers, usually busy with their work, put down their tasks, bring their wives and children, and return to their ancestral home.
During the days of ancestral worship, villagers generally do not cook at home; each family unit leads
the sacrifices, with the eldest son taking the lead, but the expenses are shared among the heads of each branch of the family. This year, my father, as the eldest son, was naturally the busiest
, running around from house to house all day long. Seeing my father's rosy cheeks and adorable expression, I knew it
was from drinking at various houses. Perhaps family ties always seem stronger at times like these.
The glutinous rice wine from our hometown was a clear, honey-yellow color, with a fragrant aroma, a sweet taste, and a potent aftertaste. My father's alcohol
tolerance wasn't high to begin with; if he hadn't been so excited today, he probably would have been completely drunk. My mother and I, worried about his frail health, repeatedly
urged him to drink less, but he wouldn't listen and started arguing with me, his face flushed.
Actually, as his son, I had already drunk quite a bit for him, but I have a high alcohol tolerance; the wine went down my throat
like a river flowing into the sea. The worst part was the rising desire in my lower abdomen. I looked helplessly at
my mother standing beside me.
"Just ignore him, let him do what he wants. If he's really drunk, he won't cause any trouble." Knowing my father well, she
smiled faintly. Her face, flushed from a few glasses of aged wine, radiated a captivating charm. My heart
skipped a beat, and I stared at her, my body feeling weak. What does it mean to be "intoxicated by one's own state, not by the wine"? This must be
it.
"Then, what should we do?" I helped my father onto the sofa. Outside, drums and firecrackers were exploding,
while my father was already snoring loudly.
My mother pulled a blanket from the wardrobe and covered him, her delicate brows furrowing slightly as she gently shook her head.
"What else can we do? Let him sleep for a while."
"Then, Mom, we..." I tentatively squeezed my mother's small hand, warm and smooth, soothing.
"Are you crazy? It's broad daylight, and it's the countryside." My mother scolded playfully, giving me a light tap. Yes
, like most villages, Gaoshi Village didn't lock its doors. The door opened at that moment, and my father's handwritten
couplet in the slender gold script, "Welcoming spring, hearing the swallows' chirping; indulging in wine, composing poems," was pasted neatly, still smelling of paste. At that moment,
however, my thoughts were on indulging in wine and caressing my beloved, on the romantic sound of swallows chirping. A spring breeze meeting with my mother, our hearts
in harmony, like golden wind and jade dew, becoming one—what a joyous occasion!
My mother stood quietly, lost in thought, seemingly a Guanyin descended from a painting, her posture
graceful, captivating and mesmerizing. I don't know why I'm so often irresistibly drawn to my mother; perhaps
it's an innate instinct, like a lost leaf drifting down, constantly called by its mother tree. You completely disregard
the worldly clamor, the loves and hates, and simply gaze longingly at her emerald-like, radiant body
, moved by its abundance, feeling that even a lifetime wouldn't be enough, always wanting to possess her completely.
"Let's go for a walk in the back mountain, have some peace and quiet." My mother glanced at me and walked ahead.
The mountain was covered in bamboo, especially the common bamboo, and walking among it, the air was filled with the fragrance of bamboo leaves. We walked along a mountain
path, following the stream upstream, to what the locals called the "feng shui forest"—Qilin Mountain. This
primeval forest, spanning hundreds of acres, was filled with steep valleys, strange rocks, and ancient trees reaching for the sky. Coming here, all the hustle and bustle of the world vanished, allowing one to return
to simplicity. "Qiao'er, the college entrance exam is in a hundred days. You need to calm down and organize your thoughts . Don't
spend all day thinking about these messy things." My mother's light footsteps seemed to have a rhythm,
like an old nursery rhyme, floating high and low in this space far removed from the world.
I love her feet, especially lately. Once, I secretly sneaked into my mother's room late at night
and gently sucked on her little toes; the ticklish sucking almost made her lose her mind. The next day,
she told me she was terrified that night and made me swear I would never bother her when my father was around.
I didn't speak, but guided her hand to soothe my weapon. In this spring afternoon, just awakened from a nap, let me, in
my youthful vigor, protect my mother's beloved, this colorful, rosy vulva! I felt a power emanating from the swaying water plants
and the breathing of the river clams, merging with the raging desire within me, turning into thick smoke, surging
upwards.
"Qiao'er, promise me!"
Although my mother was nearing middle age, her vulva was still juicy, her flesh tempting fire. Each time we fucked, thin smoke curled up, making me always
persevere amidst contradictions, tender yet aroused. The spring chill lingered, and my mother simply removed her underpants, using her light and full cockscomb
flower to support my powerful butterfly pestle. In this quiet and sweet afternoon, the green grass and slender woods all congratulated me. Beneath me,
sunlight filtered through the leaves of an umbrella, casting dappled shadows like tiny fish swimming among the pubic hairs where our genitals met. My mother
sat on me, in her favorite position. Of all things in the world, only you and I, recognizing each other with eyes and returning each other's
bodies, allowed the umbilical cord of blood to continue unbroken. Was this not far superior to the offerings of sacrifices and wine at a grave, the silver foil fluttering after the burning?
As the sweet nectar from my mother's mouth flowed into me, I chewed it repeatedly, savoring the cloves' aroma, tasting the rich wine of our union
. Her breath was soft and gentle, her words soft and sweet, carrying my years of longing into my amorous ears. My mother was my
wine, strong in both of us, fragrant on both lips and teeth. I carefully wiped the sweat from my mother's brow, deeply savoring the carefree,
unrestrained dance of our love.
Smoke gradually filled the misty sky; our love made the flowers fade and the cicadas fall silent. Within my mother
's vulva, a warm current wafted among my lush foliage, dew dampening my clothes, the strings of my zither trembling. The wildest sparrows
flew away, the fiercest beasts fled in terror. I heard the golden waters surging within my mother's vulva, her creamy fluids crawling. Desire, like
a golden fire, raged across the plains and gravelly valleys, crashing, crashing again and again. My mother and I entwined our necks, caressing each other. The
sounds of the forest swept by, but none could compare to my mother's soft, low moans.
At this moment, the creamy fluids of my mother, soaked all night, surged forth with a thousand waves of passion. I brushed the tree strays from her eyelashes,
licked the fragrant moisture from her cheeks, and said, "Mother, let us be together forever!"
A mother's love is an indescribable weight; she generously gave herself entirely to me, this
contradictory boy whose heart harbored ugliness and beauty, evil and kindness, love and hate. She forgave me because she trusted
me and loved me with all her heart. She later told me that she couldn't give me a perfect
explanation for this. The desire to succumb is indeed an inexplicable, mysterious attraction, perhaps a subtle influence,
through a certain scent, image, color, or the gentle touch of skin, stripping away preconceived notions and separating contradictions into layers
. This is not easily explained, like the process of a seed sprouting into a flower.
Therefore, whenever I see my mother alone, weeping silently amidst the fading spring blossoms
, I cannot forgive myself for the unspoken sorrow. I so want to tell my mother, you are my dearest love, you are my entire
sky and mountains, my very soul!
In truth, I have already shed my mortal form. All my consciousness, thoughts, desires, and emotions had long since disintegrated,
drifting aimlessly in the vast waters of life, swirling with the currents, tumbling against the precipice. Reborn, I am
pure and radiant, all dross gone. Though I defy the world, my spirit is magnificent, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
Soon, my mother's labia intertwined, layer upon layer enveloping the hardness of my penis, as if trying to snap it. I
gradually felt its narrowness and ruggedness, the insertion of my penis fraught with difficulty. I knew this was
the prelude to my mother's climax; the flesh of the clam is abundant and plump, but more labor is needed to reap the harvest.
At this moment, my eyes welled up. My mother always gave me so much; every movement of her body seemed
to contain rich imagination and loving trust. I gently stroked her delicate cheek with my fingers, and she unconsciously
hugged me tightly, letting out a cry, her vaginal fluids gushing forth, an unstoppable torrent, like wind returning to the sky, water entering the earth.
I pressed myself tightly against her, feeling her spasms and contractions, contemplating the exquisite pleasure this blissful meditation offered,
much like the Buddhist understanding of the illusory realm of a mirage. The blue stone beneath my buttocks grew warm from my sitting; perhaps it was us,
the warmth of my mother sitting on me directly transferred to this blue stone through me. If stones had spirits,
nourished by our love fluids, perhaps a rare and beautiful flower would bloom in a secluded valley. Who knows, thousands of years later, if this blue stone were to be reincarnated, would it
be another little lecherous demon in a grand garden?
After ten minutes, my mother began to lose her senses, calling out my childhood name repeatedly. After a plentiful
thunderstorm, she blossomed with a beautiful smile, infecting the surrounding trees, mountains, and cliffs. I could
strongly feel her vitality, especially her incredibly pink vulva, fresh and moist, radiating a silken sunlight
.
"Mom, I will definitely listen to you,"
I said, embracing my mother's delicate body tightly. A butterfly's instinct is to suckle nectar, and so is my love for my mother
. I enter her, yearning to become a part of her, yearning to forever sink into these round, verdant mountains.
Actually, before this, my mother had mentioned the college entrance exam registration to me many times. My original intention was to study in Shanghai or
Beijing, but my mother hoped I would stay in our province, saying that universities in the provincial capital were no worse than those places, and besides, my father
was about to be transferred to the provincial paleontology institute. My mother, following her husband, had also negotiated with the provincial people's art theater, hoping
to get a job there.
The nearby stream murmured, like the sound of a zither, both near and far. My mother's sweet, quiet breath brushed against my cheek.
I gently stroked her delicate curves, thinking of our long and lasting love, and finally took a deep breath and
agreed to my mother's request. Although I knew my mother still had her own selfish motives, because my eldest uncle had been transferred to the provincial capital as the executive
vice mayor. This way, he could both help me stay in the provincial capital for a job and allow us to see each other more often.
At this moment, my mother's hand was warm, the most intimate hand I had ever held in my life. "Green are the leaves of your noble bearing, deep is my longing.
For your sake, I have hesitated until now." When the poem by Li Zicheng was sung, my mother's long hair, nestled in my arms, should have been styled.
But today, the wind is gentle, the sun is bright, and the feeling of embracing my mother is like the blood coursing through my veins, mingling with
hers.
My mother's head is bowed, her breasts firm and full, her shimmering white body radiating a soft glow. I slip my hand inside her thin shirt, and I
grasp a small handful; there is a fragrance, mature and alluring, like the naked woman I imagined, tenderly nurturing her child.
Her beautiful body rises and falls, like a running deer. A moan brushes past my ear,
the rustling of wings at the point of sexual union shatters my composure. I charged forward at full speed, trying to suppress her yearning to surpass me. I
whispered in her ear, "Fuck."
Then, I surged forward like a whirlwind, galloping across the battlefield, imagining my mother as a plain, determined to fight to
the death. Suddenly, a sharp, resounding crash echoed, and my mother collapsed, falling onto my vast plain.
A glistening drop, like a pearl, like agate, like the green clitoris between her brows, dripped from her eyelashes.
I panted, thirsty, my enormous size rising, letting out a long howl like a wolf, my speed increasing
.
When I reached the edge of bliss, my back was soaked with sweat. And my mother was the same.
I thought, by now, my father should be awake.

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