My mother is an adult novelist

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(I)
Late at night, my mother sat alone in front of her laptop, typing away.
"Mom, aren't you going to sleep yet?"
"Sweetie, you go to sleep first. I'm going to write a little longer."
My mother is a novelist. Her pen name is Siyu, and her real name is Tian Siqi. She has written many books. Although I, still in high school, have never read any of her books, I know that many people like her novels because we often receive letters from her fans.
During holidays, my mother rents a house in the countryside and lives there with me. This rural place is far from the county town where my mother and I live. My mother says that she needs inspiration to write, and she finds inspiration more easily here. I don't understand what my mother means by inspiration, but every holiday, I obediently come to this rural place with my mother.
My mother came over, pulled the blanket up for me, and then went back to her desk to continue writing her novel.
I looked at my mother's soft figure under the lamplight and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, when I woke up, Mom had already prepared breakfast. While I ate, she went out for a walk alone, saying she wanted to see the countryside and find some inspiration for her novel.
Every time we come here, Mom does this: she goes out for a walk in the morning and doesn't return until noon. After preparing lunch for me, she starts writing, sometimes writing straight through until evening, and sometimes she goes out again in the afternoon.
A few times, I wanted to go for a walk with Mom, but she said she needed some peace and quiet and didn't want me to disturb her. Since birth, Mom has raised me alone; she has never told me who my father is, and I have never asked her. I understand Mom's temperament; when she wants to be alone, it's best not to disturb her.
Being alone in my room, I'm not actually bored. Mom bought me a game console with many games to play. It's just that although I've come to this countryside several times, I haven't had the chance to properly appreciate the scenery like Mom does.
Around noon, Mom came back. I don't know when she changed her clothes; the suit she wore when she left in the morning was gone, and now she was wearing a coarse cloth garment. She had also changed her skirt into pants, but she hadn't taken off her stockings. I could see her tender feet clad in stockings peeking out from under her pants. Mom's feet were very beautiful, delicate and soft, with her toes peeking out from under the dark stockings, which was very alluring. Even though I already knew about men and women, sometimes when I saw Mom's small feet in stockings, I couldn't help myself, and I even had the urge to go up and kiss her tender feet.
"Mom, why did you change your clothes?"
"I left them with Aunt Liu. I borrowed some clothes from her. It's inconvenient to wear a skirt here; coarse cloth clothes are more comfortable." Aunt Liu, whom Mom was referring to, was a typical rural woman. She was strong and sturdy, and a skilled farm worker. The house we rented belonged to Aunt Liu. Every time Mom came to the countryside from the city, she would bring Aunt Liu some gifts from the city. Aunt Liu would also give us local specialties from the countryside, like corn and chickens. Sometimes she would even cook farm-style dishes for us. She was a very kind person.
Speaking of Aunt Liu, let me also mention her husband, Liu Dongjia. Aunt Liu didn't believe in the surname Liu at first, but she changed it after marrying Liu Dongjia, which is a custom in the countryside. Liu Dongjia wasn't as strong as Aunt Liu. He was thin and bony, like a bamboo pole. He didn't do farm work like Aunt Liu did every day. He liked to sit at the door, smoking his pipe, occasionally herding the cattle and tending the chickens. He left all the other housework to Aunt Liu.
Mom: "I'll make you braised chicken today. Aunt Liu gave us one." "Great!" I was happy; Mom's braised chicken is the best.
That night, Mom, as usual, diligently wrote her novel. Tonight, she seemed particularly inspired, her fingers flying across the keyboard.
Listening to the rhythmic sound of her typing, I gradually drifted off to sleep.
I don't know how much time had passed, but I vaguely heard a knock at the door. I got up with Mom and went to open it. I squinted and saw the light on the desk was still on, but Mom was gone. I looked towards the door and saw Mom standing there, seemingly talking to someone. She kept turning back to look at me, as if she was hesitating about something.
I watched my mother's hazy figure standing by the door, then drifted back to sleep, sleeping soundly until dawn. When I opened my eyes, I saw Aunt Liu placing fragrant steamed buns on the table. I called out to her, and she smiled and said, "You're awake! Come and try Aunt Liu's breakfast." I got up and went to Aunt Liu's side, asking, "Auntie, where's my mother?" "Your mother is busy; she'll be back around noon," she replied. I then washed my face, brushed my teeth, and ate the breakfast Aunt Liu had prepared. As I stuffed a bun into my mouth, I said to Aunt Liu sitting beside me, "Aunt Liu, could you show me the scenery here? Every time I come, my mother goes to see it alone, never taking me. I want to see it too." Aunt Liu smiled and said, "It's the countryside; there's no scenery here. Eat slowly, we'll talk after you finish." "Ah." She said, handing me a cup of soy milk. I gulped it down and said to Aunt Liu, "This soy milk is delicious." "Your mother ground it this morning." "Huh? I didn't see my mother grind soy milk." Aunt Liu's expression seemed a little embarrassed when she heard my words, but the expression disappeared in an instant. She said, "You hadn't gotten up yet then." After breakfast, I pestered Aunt Liu again to take me outside to see the scenery. Aunt Liu seemed to have no choice but to say to me, "Okay, how about we go see what farm work is like later?" When I heard that Aunt Liu was willing to take me out, I excitedly said, "Okay, I want to do farm work too." Aunt Liu patted my head and said, "Silly child, what's so fun about doing farm work?" We followed Aunt Liu to the fields, where tents were set up and green vegetables and fruits were planted inside.
Aunt Liu led me around for a while, then we went into the tent to do farm work. I followed behind her, watching her and trying to imitate her. Aunt Liu seemed to see me trying to learn from her and couldn't help but chuckle.
I said, "Auntie, I need to pee."
"Don't pee in the shed, go outside and find somewhere else."
"Is there a toilet here?"
"You're too small, just find anywhere. The toilet is dirty, you might even fall into the latrine. Let's go outside and find somewhere else." I listened to Aunt Liu and went outside to find a place to pee, but I really wasn't used to peeing in broad daylight, so I held it in the whole way, trying to find a relatively secluded spot. As I walked, I ended up back at Aunt Liu's house. Aunt Liu's house was like a courtyard house in Beijing. My mother and I lived on the east side, Aunt Liu and her family lived on the south side, and the woodshed was on the north side.
My mother and Aunt Liu were both out, and I didn't know where Liu Dong was; he was probably herding cattle. I didn't have the key to my room, and I saw that the door to the woodshed on the north side was unlocked. I thought I'd go in and see if I could urinate inside. I walked to the door and gently pushed it open, but I heard a faint woman's moan.
I was startled and quickly took a step back. I stood at the door for a while, then mustered my courage and put my face closer to the door, listening carefully to the sounds inside. There seemed to be no sound from inside. I thought to myself, "Maybe I'm mistaken." So I put my eyes closer to the crack in the door, trying to see what was inside, but the room was dark, and I couldn't see anything.
I took a deep breath and pushed the door again.
With a creak, the crack in the door widened, and sunlight shone in. I could see the scene inside: a naked woman with her eyes covered by a black cloth, her hands tied behind her back, hanging inside the room. One of her thighs, bound by a rope, was dangling in the air, while her other leg was barely touching the ground.
"Ugh!" The woman seemed to hear the sound of the wooden door opening, and seemed to sense someone approaching. She couldn't help but let out a frightened groan. The black cloth covering most of the woman's pretty face made it impossible for me to see her features, but I could see a stream of clear water flowing from her mons pubis down her long thighs to the ground, forming a large puddle. She had lost control of her bladder.
Standing at the doorway, I was completely lost. I had even forgotten why I had come here in the first place. My mind was filled with the image of this naked woman bound with rope. I saw two wooden clothespins lewdly clipped to her erect nipples.
Who was she? Who was this woman? How did she end up tied up here? Were Aunt Liu and the others kidnappers? Did they tie this woman up here? Thinking of this, a chill ran down my spine. I slammed the wooden door shut and ran quickly out of the courtyard… “Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, where are you?” It was my mother’s voice. My mother had come looking for me. “I’m here! Mom, I’m here!” My mother saw me waving and rushed over, hugging me tightly. “Where have you been, child! Aunt Liu and I were so worried!” “I! I!” I didn’t know how to explain to my mother. I just felt that it would be a very complicated explanation.
It was already evening when Aunt Liu came running towards us with a lantern. Seeing her now, I no longer felt her kindness; she seemed like the wolf in the fairy tale.
That night, I lay in bed, my mother beside me. She hadn't written that night. She gently stroked my forehead and said softly, "Don't run around like that anymore, okay?" I nodded, but the image of the woman hanging in the woodshed that morning flashed through my mind. I wanted to tell my mother, but she touched my lips with her finger and said, "It's late. We can talk about it tomorrow." She turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness. I snuggled into her arms, holding her tightly, and fell into a deep sleep.
Later that night, I was awakened by a nightmare. I dreamt that Aunt Liu had tied us up, and she was laughing like a demon.
When I woke up, I instinctively reached for my mother, but she was gone!
A chill ran down my spine. I nearly screamed. I sat up and found the door to the room ajar, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.
I lay back down, pulled the covers over my head, and a flood of fear washed over me. The nightmare from earlier replayed in my mind, and all I wanted was for my mother to come and save me.
After a long while, I realized I couldn't fall asleep. The door remained open, the wind blowing against the wooden door, causing it to sway gently.
Hiding under the covers, I only dared to peek out with one eye. Then, I saw a figure enter. The room was dark, but I vaguely recognized it as my mother. She was bathed in a faint moonlight, and she was completely naked, without a single garment. Her appearance suddenly reminded me of the woman I had seen hanging by a rope in the woodshed yesterday morning.
My mother went into the house and gently closed the door. As she turned around, I saw that each of her nipples was held flat by a clothespin.
My mother walked to my side, and I quickly closed my eyes. After a moment, I secretly opened them again. I saw my mother walk to the wardrobe with her back to me. She had a camera in her hand. My mother opened the wardrobe door, which had a mirror on it. She opened the door 180 degrees so that the mirror was facing her. Then she squatted down in front of the mirror, spreading her legs wide.
I saw that my mother's genitals were as smooth as an egg, without a single hair, exactly like the European and American women I had seen in pornographic films. Her slightly everted labia were also held up by a pair of clothespins.
My mother held the camera in one hand, and with the other, she reached between her legs, parted her moist labia, and pressed the shutter button on the mirror. The camera flashed, and I saw my mother in the mirror, her tongue lolling out wantonly, as if yearning to suck a man's penis. The expression on her face was a mixture of shyness and excitement. I had never seen my mother with such an expression before. Her appearance made my penis stiffen.
Afterward, my mother took a few more pictures of herself. She stood up and carefully removed the wooden clips from her nipples and labia. As she removed the clips, she couldn't help but let out a few moans that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure.
At that moment, I couldn't help but guess that my mother was the woman who had been naked and tied up in the woodshed.
My mother removed the clips, held the four clips in her hand, and then put them, along with the camera, into the desk drawer.
After Mom put on her pajamas, she lay down beside me. I noticed her body was warm, her chest heaving, as if she was having trouble calming down. She lay in bed for a while, then got up, went to her desk, and turned on the computer. The keyboard began to clatter.
The next morning, Mom made breakfast for me as she had the day before, then went out for a walk. After she left, I quickly got up and opened the drawer of her desk. The camera and clipboard were inside.
I took out the camera, my heart pounding wildly, and it felt like something was stuck in my throat.
I opened the camera and looked through the photos. I saw things I'd never imagined before, things I'd never even considered. Most of the photos were selfies of my mother, and a few were of her having group sex with men. My mother was lying on the bed, her buttocks raised, surrounded by several men. In the next photo, I saw the man closest to my mother writing on her buttocks with a pen. Turning to the next photo, I saw the words "bitch" written in large letters on her raised buttocks.
Seeing this, I couldn't hold back anymore. I felt like my crotch was about to explode. I reached into my pants and quickly rubbed my throbbing penis, while my other hand rapidly flipped through the next photo of my mother.
I saw the woodshed, and I saw Aunt Liu and Liu Dongjia helping to hang my mother there. My mother's expression wasn't one of reluctance; rather, it seemed as if she was instructing Aunt Liu and Liu Dongjia on how to tie herself up.
Why would my mother do this… Why had my mother had relations with so many men? What kind of woman was my mother?
I ejaculated, my semen went into my pants, and the front of my pants was soaked... At noon, my mother came back to the house. I sat on the stool and stared blankly at my mother as she walked in. When I saw her swaying buttocks as she walked, I remembered the image of my mother squatting on the ground with her bare buttocks and her back to me last night. My penis got hard again.
My mother cooked lunch for me. She noticed a large wet stain on my pants and asked, "How did this happen?" Seeing her eyes fixed on my crotch, I instantly blushed to the roots of my neck and quickly explained, "I got splashed with water while washing my hands." My mother smiled and shook her head, then came over to help me take off my pants. I held onto my underwear with both hands and said to her, "I can do it myself." Seeing my panicked expression, my mother, unaware of my guilty conscience, laughed and said, "Little Yu has grown up, he knows how to be shy now." I ran to the bedside, turned my back to my mother, and took off my pants. I vigorously wiped the semen stains off them before handing them to her. My mother didn't see my underwear; she didn't know that it was actually wetter than my outer pants. I didn't dare let her see my semen-stained underwear and kept covering my crotch with my hands.
After washing the pants outside, my mother came back inside and told me to eat by myself. She then lay down on the bed to rest. I knew she had been writing late into the night, barely sleeping, and must be exhausted.
Seeing my mother fast asleep, I tiptoed to her side. Her body exuded a uniquely feminine fragrance, a scent I'd never noticed before, but now it stirred an urge to hold her. Her eyes were
closed, her breathing even; she seemed to be sleeping soundly. She was wearing the coarse cloth clothes Aunt Liu had lent her, and flesh-colored short stockings. I moved closer to her feet and sniffed deeply. Her feet didn't have the usual sweaty odor; instead, they smelled like her body—a mature woman's fragrance.
I couldn't help but bring my nose a little closer, and suddenly, I mustered up my courage and took my mother's toes, hidden beneath her dark stockings, into my mouth. Her toes were soft and elastic, and the delicate texture of the stockings made them taste especially delicious. I couldn't help but suck on them like a baby suckling a nipple.
My mother seemed to sense something; she gently pulled her foot back. Startled by her movement, I dared not be any further. I went back to the table, eating the food my mother had cooked while watching my mother sleeping in bed.
My mother slept until the afternoon when Liu Dongjia came to knock on the door. I was playing video games in the room when I heard him knock, so I ran to open the door. Liu Dongjia stood in the doorway and asked me, "Is your mother home?" I replied, "My mother is sleeping." Hearing that my mother was sleeping, Liu Dongjia's face showed a troubled expression. But then, I heard my mother's voice from inside the room: "Who is it?" She seemed to have woken up.
Mom got out of bed, went to the door, saw Liu Dongjia, and gave him a charming smile. Liu Dongjia looked at Mom, and his old face blushed.
"Is there something you need?"
"Teacher Tian, are you free right now?"
I had asked Mom why Liu Dongjia and Aunt Liu both liked to call her "teacher." Mom said that Liu Dongjia and Aunt Liu were both pitiful and had never been to school, so they liked to call people more educated than themselves "teacher.
" Mom replied to Liu Dongjia, "I'm free now. I'll come over after I comb my hair." Liu Dongjia agreed, his expression seemingly very happy and excited.
I didn't know what Liu Dongjia wanted Mom to do. After Mom closed the door, she tidied her hair in front of the mirror, then told me to wait for her in the room before leaving.
I peered out the window and saw Mom walk towards Liu Dongjia's house. At that moment, I felt an urge to follow her. So, after making up my mind, I climbed out of the window and then left it slightly ajar. I didn't have the house key, and I would have to climb back in through this window when I got home.
I went outside and slowly approached Liu Dong's house. Just as I was about to get close, the door suddenly opened, and my mother and Liu Dong came out.
I quickly darted into a corner and hid behind a pile of firewood.
Liu Dong led my mother out of the yard, and I immediately followed them.
The village was quite large, and Liu Dong led my mother through several turns before arriving at a courtyard.
I hid behind a low wall not far from them and saw my mother and Liu Dong standing at the courtyard gate. Liu Dong said something to my mother, and she seemed a little hesitant as she began to undress. Liu Dong's eyes were fixed on my mother, and the muscles in his face seemed to tremble.
The mother took off her clothes and shoes, handing them to Liu Dongjia. She was now only wearing short stockings. Liu Dongjia took the clothes, and the mother slowly squatted down, facing the courtyard gate with her naked body. She spread her legs, stood on tiptoe, and thrust her round, pert buttocks forward. She simultaneously reached her hands to her crotch, pinching each of her tender labia, pulling them apart to reveal her wet, exposed vulva.
"Open the door! Open the door!" Liu Dongjia pounded on the wooden courtyard gate, the sound echoing loudly.
Soon, a country man of similar appearance to Liu Dongjia opened the door, followed by several other country men who seemed to be waiting for him.
Liu Dongjia, seeing the group of men standing smugly before him, said, "Take a good look! Open your eyes wide!" The men followed Liu Dongjia's gaze and saw the naked mother squatting on the ground.
They almost simultaneously gaped, seemingly unable to believe what they were seeing.
Liu Dongjia held out his palms to the men and shouted, "See that? Give me the money! Give me the money!" One of the men swallowed hard, his voice trembling with excitement, "You...you're Teacher Tian!" The mother, seemingly shy and unable to meet their gazes, turned her pretty face to the side and nodded gently.
Liu Dongjia said, "Hurry up and pay, stop talking nonsense."
"Let me see more clearly!" The man squatted down, his eyes fixed on the mother's naked body, looking down from her chest to her genitals. He was pinching her labia with his fingers, pulling them apart, revealing the vaginal opening that had been hidden between them. Under the man's gaze, the opening contracted nervously, and a thin stream of clear fluid flowed from her vagina, dripping down her buttocks and onto the ground.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and pay!" Liu Dongjia held out his hand to the men, urging them for money. The men pulled out coins from their pockets and handed them to Liu Dongjia, but their eyes still lingered on the mother, greedily staring at her naked body.
The man squatting on the ground watching his mother also took out money from his pocket. As he was about to hand it to Liu Dongjia, his mother blushed and said, "I'm participating in your winnings, won't you share some with me?" The farmer stared blankly at his mother, repeatedly saying, "Yes, yes." He then seemed to be trying to stuff the money in his hand into his mother's hand.
His mother said, "I don't have hands to hold it." As she spoke, she gave the man a seductive look. I saw that at this moment, her gaze swept over the several men staring at her naked body, her expression seemingly a little amused by their foolish looks. I guessed that at this moment, his mother must have thought these honest farmers were even more cowardly than herself.
The farmer held the money, but didn't know how to give it to his mother. His mother's gaze was fixed on the farmer, then moved to her lower body. The farmer seemed to guess what his mother meant; he coughed heavily, then crumpled the money in his hand into a ball and stuffed it into his mother's vagina.
The mother watched as the farmer slowly inserted the coins into her vagina. Her fingers, pinching her labia, trembled slightly. The moment the coins entered her cavity, she arched her hips to meet them, just as she would respond to a man's thrusting.
Liu Dongjia, having won money, hummed a tune as he walked home with his mother.
Liu Dongjia: "Teacher Tian, thank you."
"Don't thank me. Actually, I'm the one who troubled you more." "No trouble at all, no trouble at all. As long as Teacher Tian is happy, the longer you stay, the better." By this time, the mother was dressed. Although she wore coarse cloth, she didn't look like a typical rural woman. Her fair skin and elegant, beautiful face revealed her refined气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament). The mother walked beside Liu Dongjia, chatting with him along the way.
Liu Dongjia: "Teacher Tian, I've never been to school and never had the chance to go to the city. There's something I don't understand. Are all the women in the city like you?" "Like me in what way?" "Well... like..." Liu Dongjia seemed unsure how to express himself. As he spoke, his eyes darted towards his mother's chest.
His mother seemed to understand what Liu Dongjia meant and laughed, "Are they all as slutty as me?" "Teacher Tian, what did you say?" His mother seemed unsure whether Liu Dongjia was pretending not to hear her. She said shyly, "I said I'm slutty." "What does 'slutty' mean?" Hearing Liu Dongjia's question, his mother looked at him suspiciously. She seemed to see that Liu Dongjia's serious expression didn't seem like he was pretending, so she said, "Slutty means wanton, shameless." Hearing his mother's explanation, Liu Dongjia paused for a moment, swallowing hard a few times.
"Of course, not all women in the city are like me," Mom said. "I guess I'm a bit special." "Then, Teacher Tian, why do you do this?" "Well..." Mom looked up at the sky, her expression thoughtful. The sky was ablaze with colorful clouds; the sun was about to set. Mom let out a long sigh and said, "To find inspiration." "Inspiration? What is inspiration?" "Inspiration is a feeling that motivates me to write; I need it." "Teacher Tian, have you published many books?" "A few, I suppose." "What kind of books are they?"
"I write adult novels, specifically stories about sex. If you have the chance, I'll read them to you." "Okay! Okay! I want to hear them. I'll get the whole village to come and listen to you tell your story." Hearing Liu Dongjia's words, Mom's expression seemed a mix of shyness and a hint of anticipation... After the sun set, Mom and Liu Dongjia returned to the house. I followed them, and before Mom went inside, I climbed in through the window. Mom opened the door and saw me sitting inside. She smiled at me and said, "Why are you sitting alone? The light isn't on." "Ah, I forgot." Mom turned on the light and went into the bathroom. I quietly followed her and saw through the crack in the door that Mom had taken off her underwear. She inserted two fingers into her vagina and took out the wad of paper that was still inside. The money was soft from Mom's vaginal fluid. Mom spread the money out, and there were a few coins sandwiched among the banknotes.
Mom looked at the money in her hand, and her cheeks flushed slightly.
After Mom came out of the bathroom, she saw me engrossed in watching TV. She went to her desk, took out a camera from the drawer, hid it in her hand, and then went back into the bathroom. The moment she went in, I quickly followed, peering through the crack in the door. I saw Mom squatting inside, her left arm outstretched, holding
the camera, the lens pointed at her crotch. I saw Mom put the money she had taken out back into her vagina, but not deeply; only half of the money went in, stuck between her labia, sticking out of her vagina. Mom pressed the shutter, capturing her vagina with the money inside in the camera.
After dinner, Mom sat at her desk and began writing, the keyboard clattering away seemingly without pause.
It wasn't until this afternoon that I learned that Mom's so-called inspiration was those obscene scenes, and that her novel was actually an adult novel considered pornographic.
The next day, I woke up at the crack of dawn. I saw Aunt Liu standing at the door, talking quietly to my mother.
"Didn't sleep all night again?"
My mother nodded and said, "When I feel like it, I write a little more." "Time to grind soybeans for milk." "Okay, I'm coming." My mother said, going back inside to close the laptop. Then, while taking off her clothes, she followed Aunt Liu out of the house.
I jumped out of bed and ran to the window without even putting on my slippers. I saw my mother had already taken off her clothes. The morning air was a little chilly. My mother stood with Aunt Liu in the yard, her arms crossed over her chest. In the middle of the yard was a stone mill.
Aunt Liu said, "This soybean milk is usually ground by a donkey. Teacher Tian, you've worked so hard." My mother said, "I'm just experiencing life." As she spoke, she bit the wooden stick that Aunt Liu handed her. The stick was attached to a rope and tied to the handle of the stone mill.
Aunt Liu brought a piece of black cloth and put it on my mother's face. I had seen this black cloth before; it was the same black cloth that covered my mother's face when she was hung in the woodshed that day.
After putting on the black cloth, my mother clenched her teeth on a wooden stick and began to circle around the millstone. The rope of the wooden stick dragged the handle of the millstone, turning it around. My mother, naked and delicate, like a donkey, ground soybeans around the millstone. The white soybeans flowed down from between the millstones, like the lustful fluid seeping from my mother's lower body.
Aunt Liu picked up a whip made of hemp rope and bamboo pole from the side and lashed it across Mom's upturned buttocks. Mom let out a soft "Ooh," her small mouth biting the wooden stick, letting out a groan that sounded like both pain and pleasure. Aunt Liu stood by, and every time Mom slowed down, Aunt Liu would lash her with the whip. Mom's eyes were covered with a black cloth, so she didn't know when Aunt Liu's whip would fall. And the place Aunt Liu lashed was different each time; sometimes it was her buttocks, sometimes her breasts, and sometimes the whip would land on Mom's tender vulva between her two upturned buttocks, or on her erect nipples, making Mom moan softly.
I saw Mom trembling, seemingly wanting to stop several times, but Aunt Liu's merciless whip spurred her to run faster.
Mom ground soybeans in the yard until the sun rose. In the morning sunlight, Mom was covered in fragrant sweat, the sweat glistening like dewdrops in the sunlight.
Aunt Liu fetched a bucket of well water for Mom, boiled it, and let Mom take a bath in the yard. While bathing, Mom seemed to be reliving the scene of grinding soybeans earlier. She inserted the wooden stick that Aunt Liu had given her to bite into into her mouth into her vagina, thrusting it in and out with one hand while fiddling with her anus with the other. Aunt Liu, who had been beside Mom, went back to her house, seemingly embarrassed to watch Mom's lewd act any longer.
Mom reached orgasm in the yard, scooped a large ladle of water from the bucket, and poured it over her from head to toe. She shook her head comfortably, her wet hair scattering in the air, the glistening water droplets falling to the ground like pearls in the sunlight. After bathing, Mom put her clothes back on, went back into the house, placed the ground soybeans on the table, then turned and went out to prepare breakfast for me.
I lay in bed, waiting for Mom to call me to get up before I got up.
While I was eating breakfast, my mother said she was going for a walk, just like she had a few days before. By this time, I knew exactly what she was going to do. I saw her out of the house, and the moment I closed the door, I ran to the window and saw her walk into the woodshed on the north side. Not long after she went into the woodshed, I saw Aunt Liu and Liu Dongjia follow her in with hemp ropes.
After Aunt Liu came out of the woodshed, she went to the fields. Liu Dongjia, carrying his pipe and playing a tune, went out and disappeared. Now, in the large courtyard with four rooms, only my mother and I remained. I opened the door, took a deep breath, and walked towards the woodshed.
(II)
I pushed open the wooden door of the woodshed, and the door creaked open.
"Ugh!" my mother groaned. Just as I had seen that day, her face was covered with a black cloth, and her hands were tied behind her back with hemp ropes, dangling inside the woodshed.
Today, however, a small wooden plaque was hanging from my mother's chest. The thin rope attached to the plaque was connected to clips around her nipples, causing them to droop under the weight of the plaque.
I saw the words "Adulterous Woman Tian Siqi" written on the plaque in large characters, seemingly handwritten by my mother herself.
Clips were also attached to her labia, connected to garter belts, the ends of which were secured to the lace trim of her stockings.
One of my mother's legs was suspended in mid-air by a rope, while the toes of the other leg barely touched the ground. This method of binding and suspending her legs caused them to spread apart, one above the other. The spread legs pulled on the garter belts holding the stockings, which in turn pulled on the clips around her labia, pulling them apart and causing her vulva to open outwards.
The moment I pushed open the door, I saw my mother's bright red vulva contract nervously, dripping with love fluid.
Looking at my mother's wanton naked body, my heart pounded wildly, and my tongue went dry.
"Who is it?" my mother asked nervously, seemingly sensing someone approaching.
I dared not answer, afraid she would recognize my voice. I held my breath, and with trembling hands, reached out and touched my mother's high breasts. The moment my fingers touched her skin, my mother trembled violently. I knew she must be terrified. But I didn't know if she could guess that the person looking at her naked body and touching her breasts was me.
"Is it Mr. Liu? Hmm…is it Aunt Liu…?" my mother asked fearfully.
Under my touch, she let out soft moans. I felt her body was very hot, and I saw that the love fluid flowing from her lower body was increasing, even flowing down her inner thighs.
My mother's delicate body writhed wantonly under my caresses. I found myself gradually losing control, my body pressing closer and closer to hers. The feminine scent emanating from her body was so fragrant and strong, like an aphrodisiac, making me crave her flesh. I wanted it, I wanted my mother. I pulled out my penis and rubbed the glans against the inside of her thigh.
"Mr. Liu, is that you? No, you can't do this. It's okay if I let you fuck me, but Aunt Liu will hate me. I don't want to hurt Aunt Liu..." My mother seemed to feel my penis pressing against her inner thigh. She didn't know it was me; she thought it was Mr. Liu. She seemed somewhat at a loss.
My mother said no, but I could clearly see her open vagina contracting more and more violently, writhing like a baby's mouth yearning for a pacifier. A strand of clear love fluid flowed from her vagina, dripping onto my glans. It was warm, still carrying the lingering heat of my mother's body.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed my mother and thrust my penis into her vagina. I wasn't as tall as her, so I greedily licked her neck with my tongue and sucked on her nipples, which were clamped between wooden clips.
"Ah...ah ah..." My mother cried out loudly the moment I entered her. It was a sound she had suppressed for a long time, and now it was released all at once. Afraid that people outside would hear, I hurriedly covered her mouth with one hand.
My mother's vagina was wet, slippery, and soft, allowing me to penetrate deep inside. Her warm vagina tightly enveloped my penis. This was the feeling of a woman. This was the first time I had sex with a woman, and I never imagined that the first woman I had sex with would be my own mother!
I held my mother tightly. Under my intense onslaught, her tender foot, which had been touching the ground, could barely touch the ground anymore. Her toes curled up nervously, and her whole body convulsed with stimulation. Her vagina clenched and unclenched to meet my thrusts.
I wanted to kiss my mother, so I released my hand from her mouth, then stood on tiptoe and tried to bring my lips close to hers, kissing her deeply. Her tongue intertwined with mine, tightly entwined. At that moment, my mother was no longer reserved; she seemed to have abandoned reason, making love to me with abandon, enjoying the pleasure of being with her own son.
"Ouch!"
I suddenly heard a woman's scream behind me. I turned around and was shocked to see Aunt Liu facing us. My mother and I were pressed tightly together, and her vaginal fluids were splashed on my crotch, soaking a large area.
Aunt Liu's mouth was open, as if she couldn't speak.
My mother seemed to recognize Aunt Liu's scream. She said in a panic, "Don't...don't blame Mr. Liu...it's...it's me being too...too shameless..." My mother, whose eyes were covered by a black cloth, thought that the person who was having sex with her was Mr. Liu.
Aunt Liu opened her mouth for a long time, seemingly unable to speak anymore. Only her trembling voice murmured, "Teacher Tian...you...your son." Hearing Aunt Liu's words, Mom suddenly shuddered violently, as if struck by lightning.
"Xiao...Xiao Yu..."
Just then, I suddenly felt a rush of ejaculation, and semen gushed from the tip of my penis, ejaculating inside Mom's vagina. Mom's hands were bound behind her back with hemp rope. Her vagina, gripping my penis, seemed to feel my hot semen, and her body convulsed uncontrollably. Her buttocks twitched and heaved. Mom bit her lip with her upper teeth; her expression was a mixture of shame, panic, and the thrill of transgression... Aunt Liu poured a cup of tea for Mom and me, then left the room, closing the door and leaving us alone.
I lowered my head, staring at the water in the teacup, my heart pounding, my mind a jumbled mess.
After a long pause, Mom finally spoke. "Xiaoyu, do you think Mom is a bad woman?" "No…" I replied immediately, but my head remained lowered, too ashamed to look at her.
"Xiaoyu, you didn't do anything wrong. Come on, look up at Mom." I looked up and saw Mom looking at me kindly. She was still the same gentle mother, unchanged.
"Xiaoyu has grown up, he knows about women now."
Hearing Mom's voice, and recalling what I had done to her, I suddenly felt incredibly regretful. My nose stung, and I burst into tears.
Seeing me cry, Mom gently pulled me to her side and let me sit on her lap.
"Xiaoyu, don't cry. Mom doesn't mean to blame you."
"Mm." I nodded. Mom wiped away my tears with her hand. She said, "Now that you know Mom's secret, how about I tell you everything?" "Mm." "Xiaoyu, do you know who your father is?" "Dad? I don't know." Mom had never mentioned Dad to me before. Whenever I asked her, she always chose to remain silent.
"Actually, Mom doesn't know who your father is either," Mom said, her expression suggesting she was recalling the past.
"Why doesn't Mom know who my father is?" I asked.
My mother gave a bitter smile and said, "When I was little, I lived in the countryside like this place. I had many brothers and sisters. Your grandparents preferred boys and didn't like me. Every day, they made me work in the fields until dark before I came home. One night, when I came home, I encountered bad people and was kidnapped. They forced me to do many things I didn't want to do every day. At first, they beat me, but later I got used to it. I did it myself without their orders and even learned to please them.
I followed those bad uncles for three years. During those three years, you came into my life. They were quite good to you and liked you a lot, but they weren't good people. Later, they were all arrested by the police, and I was free. I took you to the city to make a living. At that time, I didn't have any skills, so I had to earn money with my body. But I knew that being a prostitute wasn't a good profession, so I worked hard to study while selling my body." When my mother mentioned "selling my body," she couldn't help but look at me shyly, as if she felt that she had been too explicit.
Mom paused for a moment, then continued, "Days went by, and you grew up. When you were six, Mom finally got a city residency permit so you could go to school in the city. I also got my university degree, and I no longer had to sell myself to earn money. At that time, Mom found a job at a newspaper, writing articles and publishing stories every day. Gradually, Mom fell in love with writing, so she started writing novels herself." "When did Mom start writing adult novels?" Mom's face changed when she heard my question. She seemed not to have expected me to know that she was writing adult novels. I saw Mom looking at me in surprise, so I honestly told her about secretly following her for the past few days.
After listening to my story, my mother's expression was a mix of embarrassment, shame, and helplessness. She gave a bitter smile and said to me, "I didn't expect you to see it all." "Mom, I was wrong." My mother stroked my head and said, "It's Mom's fault." She continued, "Mom is lonely living alone. Sometimes I even miss the days when I was with those bad people. Although they liked to abuse Mom, Mom's life was fulfilling back then, and Mom's body seems to have gotten used to that way of life." As my mother said this, I saw her expression become a little awkward, her cheeks flushed, and even her breath seemed hot.
Mom picked up her water glass, took a sip of cold water, and let out a long sigh, seemingly calming herself down. She said, "I couldn't find a way to vent, and my body felt increasingly uncomfortable, like I was sick. But I couldn't think of a solution, so I secretly went back to being a prostitute. Back then, I worked at a newspaper during the day and slept with different men at night. That's how I gradually got rid of that emptiness. When I was a prostitute, I met a man named Brother Bin. He was a regular customer. He said I was very skilled, so he often came to me. That man ran an SM club, and he asked if I wanted to try being a sex slave there." I exclaimed in surprise, "A sex slave! Mom, you've been a sex slave?" Mom seemed a little embarrassed and said, "Would you despise me?" "No, Mom will always be the person I love most."
Hearing my affirmative answer, Mom's expression was a mixture of relief and gratitude. She said somewhat excitedly:
"Xiaoyu is also Mom's favorite person." Then, Mom continued her story, saying, "Brother Bin wanted me to be his sex slave at his club. I hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't resist my curiosity and went there once. But I never expected that after going once, I would become attached to that place. I went a few more times, and eventually found myself addicted." "Addicted? Mom really liked that place?" "I liked it a little, but more than that, Mom couldn't live without the physical stimulation it gave me. The people there were very good at playing with me, making me feel like I was dying of pleasure every time. If I didn't go for a few days in a row, my vagina would itch like it had been coated with medicine." As Mom said this, she seemed to suddenly come to her senses, and she said shyly, "How come I'm talking nonsense again? Xiaoyu, don't listen to Mom's nonsense, okay? You can't go to that kind of place, you know?" I couldn't imagine what the SM club Mom was talking about looked like. Mom telling me not to go only made me more curious. I thought to myself, I must ask Mom to take me there sometime in the future.
[The End]

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