【The Return Journey (Part 4)】

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Chapter Four: A Peaceful Night Without Turbulence
The weather in June is unpredictable. By the time we finished applying the medicine and returned to Grandma's house, a light drizzle had begun
. My mother and I washed up and went to bed. Because I couldn't sleep that night,
I chatted with my mother for quite a while. Our conversation was simple; my mother mainly reminded me to
study hard in high school, not to get distracted, and especially not to date, saying that three more years would be better.
I used to find this kind of talk annoying, but after seeing my aunt's genitals during the day, I felt a
strong jolt. I began to have a strong sexual interest in married women, especially their full, white
buttocks.
So, unusually, I didn't find my mother's lecture impatient this time. I smiled and moved closer to my mother
, turning to my side, and placed my right hand on her stomach. "Mom, don't worry, I won't date
. I don't even talk to those girls!" Mom chuckled, touching my forehead with her left hand,
probably worried I was too hot at night. It's like that in the mountains; the temperature is higher in the first half of the night and cooler in the second half,
a big temperature difference, so it's easy to catch a cold.
"Oh, oh, you're getting cocky, aren't you? You're not even fully grown yourself, and you dare call others 'little girls'? But
kids these days are well-nourished, and girls develop earlier than boys of the same age. The other time I passed by the school gate, all the students
were coming out to eat, and the riverside road was full of students in blue and white school uniforms. Many of the girls were
quite pretty, unlike your junior high classmates, who had no butts or breasts." After saying this, Mom seemed
a little regretful, because her words sounded like she was encouraging me to find a girlfriend.
"That's right, didn't my grandmother marry my grandfather when she was 15?" My grandfather lost his father at a young age and
worked as a farmhand for a landlord before Liberation. He had nowhere to live, so he and my great-grandmother lived in the village's earthen
temple. Thanks to the People's Government, my grandfather received 1.7 mu of land during the land reform in 1951, finally having
a means of livelihood. My grandmother was less fortunate. Before Liberation, my maternal grandfather, my grandmother's father,
was a schoolteacher, and his family was considered a scholarly family. In 1943, our county had not yet been incorporated into
the liberated area.
At that time, my maternal grandfather was also a local notable, so he served as the deputy county magistrate under the Kuomintang government for two years.
In 1951, he was classified as a rich peasant, and in 1957, he was labeled a rightist. In 1958
, my maternal grandfather died in fear and anxiety. But the matter didn't end there. After my maternal grandfather's death
, my grandmother's family was evicted from their home. My maternal grandfather left a small jar
of silver dollars from the Republic of China era for my grandmother and her siblings, but the People's Government confiscated it under some pretext. In the end, my grandmother, along with her two siblings,
had no choice but to remarry. My grandmother was always hungry at her stepfather's house, and later, her only sister
inexplicably went blind. So, from the age of eight, my grandmother had
to beg from village to village until she met my grandfather. My grandfather was twenty-two at the time, already considered an older man, while my
grandmother was fifteen. Although somewhat malnourished, she was still a young woman. They eventually married
and had four children: my father, my eldest aunt, my youngest aunt, and my uncle, in order of age.
Not long after my father's birth, the Cultural Revolution began. Because my grandfather had married a landlord's daughter, he was also classified as
one of the "Five Black Categories."
To support his large family, my grandfather would often secretly travel to neighboring provinces to do small business. My grandmother
learned a lot of characters when she was young, so she valued my father's studies. However, because my grandfather was often away from home,
my father had to drop out of high school early.
In 1976, after the Cultural Revolution ended, the county government returned my maternal grandfather's house to his only son,
my great-uncle. However, my great-uncle seemed to have some estrangement from my grandmother. Later, when I was older, I asked my grandmother
about this, and it turned out to be related to my grandmother's eldest sister, my great-aunt.
My great-aunt, like my grandmother, was a beauty from a young age, blossoming into a graceful young woman by the age of 14. At that time, there was a nationwide famine, and my great-aunt's stepfather 　　offered her up to a
local official in exchange for grain . Although she refused, she was raped by the official. 　　After that incident, she couldn't marry and spent her days in tears. My grandmother was angry with my great-uncle 　　because he watched helplessly as her elder sister was violated without daring to intervene. 　　However, this matter didn't end there. After exchanging the grain, my great-aunt's cruel stepfather, seeing that 　　she was now considered a "loose woman" and unlikely to remarry, demanded that she repay her mother's debts, claiming she wasn't a virgin after marriage. 　　My great-aunt, for the sake of her son, could only swallow her anger. After all, if she and 　　my great-uncle left that "home," they, as a widow and orphan during a famine, 　　would most likely starve to death, and my great-grandfather's family line would end... However, to prevent others from harming her other daughter, 　　my great-aunt directly kicked my grandmother out of the house, leaving her to beg for food and fend for herself. In those famine-stricken years 　　, my grandmother ate grass, tree roots, and some locals even ate "Guanyin 　　clay," a type of glutinous rice clay, an indispensable raw material for firing porcelain. As a result, after they ate the 　　clay, although they were no longer hungry, they suffocated to death because they couldn't defecate… 　　When I recounted this to my mother, she was stunned. She wrapped her arms around my neck, 　　letting my head rest against her chest. My body leaned against her, my right arm around her waist, and I didn't 　　say a word. Although my mother couldn't feel the cruelty of that history, she could understand my grandmother's feelings at the time, because 　　she was also a mother. 　　My head lay between my mother's breasts, my left ear pressed into her cleavage, my cheek against her 　　chest. If I wanted, my tongue could just reach the small bulge on my mother's clothes. "Mom, 　　what would we do if we went to that famine era?" I couldn't help but ask my mother a question. My mother was taken aback. 　　"Silly son, as long as I have a bite to eat, you won't go hungry; as long as I have a sip of water to drink, you won't go thirsty 　　."

Hearing my mother's answer, my nose tingled, and the atmosphere of the conversation became a little heavy. So I
joked with my mother, "Yes, Mom, whenever I'm thirsty, I can drink your breast milk! It not only quenches my thirst but
also satisfies my hunger and provides nutrition, much better than any kind of pure milk!" My mother chuckled and patted
my head, "Silly! You're so big now, how could I still have breast milk?"
I continued to joke with my mother, "Mom, I don't know if you have breast milk or not, unless you let me
suckle a couple of times." My mother was stunned, looked at me, and realized I was chuckling. She then realized I was joking with her.
But perhaps my mother was still immersed in her great maternal love. She gently patted her chest and
said to me, "Come on, son, today Mom will let you suckle a couple of times and see if you can still get breast milk?" Of course,
my mother was responding to my joke in a joking manner.
Looking at my mother's trembling breasts, even through a pink women's cotton short-sleeved shirt, I
could clearly see her two erect nipples. Upon hearing this, I knelt on the bed, then bent down,
my face gradually approaching my mother's high breasts. My mother was a little nervous. She was just joking with me; was
I planning to take it seriously tonight?
She didn't want to directly refuse, because she could feel that our hearts were particularly close tonight.
This mother-son bond made her hesitate. Because I am a sensitive and emotional
person, if my mother stopped me from doing this, she worried that I would
become distant from her starting tomorrow. Oh well, in the end, my mother didn't stop me. In her eyes, there was still a layer of clothing between us;
even if I kissed her breast, it was just a son's natural affection for his mother, without any element of lust.
Besides, my mother thought that after one kiss, it would be over, so she had no reservations.
I moved closer to my mother's right breast, first kissing the edge, then slowly moving towards the center
. My taste buds were wide open, fully savoring the mixture of cotton fibers, my mother's breast,
my saliva, my mother's sweat, and her milky scent—five flavors in total, intoxicating me
.
"No matter how old a son is, he still longs for his mother's breasts," my mother chuckled. She gently
stroked the back of my head with her right hand, gently rubbing it, just like she did when she washed my hair. "This
little rascal, when he nurses, it's like he's eating ice cream, he doesn't want to take a big bite, but slowly licks
it with his tongue." When my tongue reached near her nipple, she stopped rubbing the back of my head
.
Unconsciously, my left hand climbed up to my mother's other breast, and through her clothes, I
spread my fingers and cupped her left breast. After I covered her breasts, I didn't have time to marvel at
their size. Instead, I kept squeezing and releasing, like I
used to play with water balloons when I was little. Of course, I didn't dare to squeeze too hard. Although my mother's breasts wouldn't burst, if I had squeezed
too hard, I guess I would never have another chance to touch my mother's breasts again.
Perhaps my mother wasn't feeling well. She gently lifted me up with both hands and then moved my other
mischievous hand away. I looked at my mother with a pitiful expression, as if
asking her with my eyes, "Why did you push me away before I even started nursing?"
My mother seemed to understand my expression. Her face turned slightly red, and her legs, which had been tightly closed, loosened a little.
She glared at me and said, "Mom's a little hot, just getting some fresh air. Little one, you can nurse, but don't move your hands and feet!"
I was very happy to hear that because my mother meant that as long as I didn't move my hands and feet, I could continue
nursing.
Of course, I first needed to ascertain my mother's attitude, then looked at her, as if asking if we could continue
.
My mother placed her hands, which had been covering her chest, at her sides without speaking.
I understood her unspoken message and, very excited, quickly crawled to her side and lowered my head to take her
left nipple into my mouth. Since I had just nursed from the right breast, this time I naturally wanted to kiss the left one, making sure I didn't
miss either. When I put my mother's nipple in my mouth, I clearly felt her body tremble. I
sucked hard through her clothes, and although no milk came out, I tasted the sweetest flavor in the world
.
My right hand instinctively reached for my mother's right breast again. She tried to stop me, but her body
wouldn't obey. "Fine, fine, one is one thing, two is another. Let him have as much as he wants today,
but we absolutely can't spoil him like this anymore! My youngest is so domineering when he's breastfeeding. From a young age, he's always
had one in his mouth and the other in his hand, and he's still like that now! No wonder I almost got a
girlfriend in middle school; he's been a pervert since he was little." As my mother recalled how I
used to breastfeed, her mind raced, and then, for some reason, she suddenly laughed.
I was indignant. I released her and said to my mother, "Mom, could you please concentrate and cooperate with me
?" Hearing this, my mother was completely amused and slapped me. "Breastfeeding is your own
business, how much more do you want me to cooperate? Do you want Mom to take off her shirt today and let you relive your infancy?"
Mom looked at me teasingly. I was speechless. Even if I thought that, I wouldn't dare say yes! Mom
regretted saying that, because I've always been the type to follow orders. If I
agreed immediately, would she really let me breastfeed?
Perhaps thinking of something, Mom probably felt a little hot, and she might be embarrassed to take off
her shirt to sleep in front of me.
Mom had an idea. She turned around and lay down on the bed. "Little one," Mom called to me,
"Go find my bag on the cabinet at the back of the room, and get that box of baby powder. Oh, and close
the curtains while you're at it, the sun will be very bright from behind tomorrow morning."
I said "Okay," closed the curtains, and went back to the bed. "Mom, you're hot again."
"Is it poisonous? Why don't you stay lying down? I'll apply some talcum powder for you." Mom hadn't planned to get up anyway;
getting the talcum powder was just an excuse. She really wanted me to close the curtains. She suddenly realized that
even if I didn't have any romantic feelings for her, our relationship was still much closer than that of an ordinary mother and son.
If someone else happened to see us, they would definitely assume the worst. So, to avoid unnecessary
trouble, it was better to keep the curtains closed.
Mom lay face down on the bed, and I pushed her clothes up to her shoulder blades. With the help of the warm orange light,
I noticed a few heat spots on her back, but they weren't very noticeable. I applied a layer of talcum
powder to my hands, spread it evenly, and then placed my hands on Mom's back, gently applying the powder. I
'd done this a few times before, so it was quite easy, and I quickly finished applying it to her entire back. Of course, on a hot day,
applying some talcum powder is a good choice if you want a cool nap.
"Little one, I feel quite hot today. After applying the powder to my back, put some on my stomach and waist as well."
I usually don't refuse my mother's requests. I dipped the powder in the compact, then placed my hands on my mother's sides
and began applying it repeatedly from top to bottom, like erasing a blackboard.
Although my mother was sleeping face down, I could still see the lower half of her breasts when I pushed up her shirt
. Although her breasts were flattened a bit, because they were quite large,
my fingers inevitably brushed against the edges of her breasts when I applied the powder to her waist.
My heart was pounding, but I tried to remain calm, and my fingers scrambled across her breasts for longer and
more frequently. The feeling of touching my mother's breasts directly was much more intense than the pleasure I had felt earlier when I had squeezed them through her clothes
.
At first, Mom responded with a couple of "humphs," but after I continued scraping for a few minutes, she became a little
impatient. "How can you be so lazy? You always massage the same spot! I said put
some on my stomach too."
"Mom, you have to turn over." Mom disagreed. "No, just like this, put your palm
under my stomach and apply it a couple of times." Mom refused to turn over, and I was slightly disappointed because if Mom was
facing me, and I lifted her clothes this high, almost half of her breasts would be exposed
. If I begged her, she might let me lick them a few times to satisfy my oral urges.
Mom probably guessed what I was thinking, so she looked back at me with a half-smile. "
After you finish applying it to my stomach, put some on my legs too." Hearing Mom's words, I couldn't help but feel secretly pleased, because Mom was still
wearing a pair of black women's slim-fit jeans. If I wanted to apply the talcum powder, Mom would definitely have to
take off her jeans.
Mom took off her jeans, revealing her thick, fair thighs and an extremely old-fashioned pair of underwear
. She was wearing pink briefs, a somewhat worn style, with no patterns, only rows
of blue dots, like a giant ladybug. At that moment, I remembered the
various styles of underwear on Xiao Kong's mother's bedroom balcony—silk, cotton, patterned, and even a black pair that was almost
translucent. Except for a small piece of solid fabric in the front, the other fabric strips resembled black stockings,
with rows of small mesh. If Mom were wearing those underwear, from behind, her buttocks would look
as if she weren't wearing any, with a narrow black strap digging into her buttocks—incredibly sexy
. Alas, Xiao Kong's mother hid those underwear very well; I only discovered it by accident.
Mom's underwear was a little loose, with wrinkles at the edges, revealing a few loose threads. My mother's buttocks are plump,
large, and white, so when her underwear slipped down a little, half of her buttocks were exposed, and I
could even see a sliver of her butt crack.
"Mom, your underwear is a bit old. Why don't you go to the supermarket and buy a few new pairs?" Hearing this
, my mother thought, "Oh no, am I showing too much?" A little worried, she pulled her underwear up a bit, then
loosened it, causing her buttocks to jiggle. Looking at the ripples of her buttocks, I really wanted to slap them a few times.
If one day I could ride on her buttocks, I would definitely slap them and shout,
"Giddy up!"
After applying talcum powder to my mother for about ten minutes, I was a little sweaty from the effort. I took off my t-shirt and went shirtless
. My mother kindly reminded me, "Son, are you a little hot? Take off your shorts to sleep; it'll be cooler that way
." So, in no time, I lay down on the bed wearing only my boxer shorts.
I started by applying baby powder to my mother, and then it was her turn to apply it to me. She also took some
powder from the box and applied it to my body, but she was much more careful than I was, covering
everything except my underwear. Because of years of housework, my mother has calluses on her fingers, and
when she applied the powder, it hurt a little when the calluses scratched my soft skin. After
applying the powder, we were both a little tired, so we didn't talk and quickly fell asleep. As I drifted off to sleep
, I suddenly felt a wonderful sensation on my penis. A pair of gentle, delicate hands were holding it, gently
turning my glans out with her fingers and washing away the grime around it with water. It felt so good!
"Wake up!" I was suddenly shaken awake. It was still dark outside, and I could see through the corner of the curtains
that it was still a hazy gray. I suddenly realized I wasn't dreaming because I felt that my lower body was indeed
naked. My mother handed me a pair of underwear. Her face was grim, and she said sternly, "Take this and wear it!
What kind of nonsense are you thinking about all day?"
I was a little confused, but I could only put on the underwear. My mother didn't want to sleep in the same bed with me anymore. "Go
back to your own bed and go to sleep!" I didn't understand what had happened that night,
but for a long time afterward, my mother ignored me.
When our relationship improved, my mother told me that I used to hug her when I slept, and that it wasn't a big deal.
Well, that night I happened to have my first nocturnal emission. There was a large semen stain on my underwear. My mom initially thought
I had peed in my sleep, but after all, I was in middle school, and it was impossible for me to wet the bed like a kindergarten child.
Then, my mom realized that I had a nocturnal emission in my sleep.
What happened next is not worth mentioning. My mom took off my underwear, filled a basin with water,
and washed my penis, even cleaning the glans. When she was about to help me put my underwear back on, I
had already woken up. So, my mom thought that our relationship was too intimate, causing me to think about
things I shouldn't have, resulting in the nocturnal emission. Therefore, she was very angry with me and ignored me for a long time. I
was truly innocent about this; it was clearly because I saw my aunt's vagina, and the sexual stimulation was too strong, resulting in the nocturnal
emission. However, boys usually have their first nocturnal emission between the ages of 13 and 16, so what's so strange about that? I'm just an innocent
bystander caught in the crossfire!

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