Mother and child by the river

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Twenty-seven years ago, I was born in a small village on the banks of the Yellow River. Of course, not here; my hometown is far, far away, unimaginably far! My home is very close to the Yellow River, and its roaring roar was my childhood lullaby. My father was a renowned boatman, and I was his only son. In his many years of life on the brink of disaster, he had faced death more than once. He couldn't bear to let me go boating again, and wouldn't even allow me to board his boat, look at it, or touch it. Therefore, unlike most families, I didn't follow in my father's footsteps. Instead, I started working in the fields at the age of six, and by fifteen, I was already a skilled farmer!
Fifteen is a strange age. People call young people at this age "half-grown boys," meaning they are practically adults. At this age, people begin to understand everything, yet they don't quite grasp it. They are curious about everything, such as sex, and women and men. I remember that year, my mother's older sister, Aunt Hua, brought her son, my cousin, to stay with us for a while.
My cousin is three years older than me. We used to play together a lot when we were little, and I was like his little follower, always trailing behind him. I learned to smoke, drink, and steal eggs from him. My aunt, on the other hand, was known for her loud voice; she spoke and laughed very loudly, especially when she laughed, her upper body shaking violently, causing her chest to tremble. And yes, her breasts were indeed very large, like two fleshy balls. I would always sneak peeks at them, especially when she laughed, taking the opportunity to feast my eyes.
One night, I felt inexplicably hot and restless, tossing and turning for a long time before finally falling asleep. Later, I had a dream where I was hugging a woman. I only remember that the woman's breasts were enormous, and I was holding her tightly, rubbing my face against them. I couldn't recall anything else about her appearance. The next day, I found a wet patch on my pants.
At the time, I didn't know it was nocturnal emission; I just felt like I had done something wrong. Later that day, my cousin took me to the hillside behind the house for a smoke. I couldn't help but tell him about the strange thing I'd noticed that morning. He laughed and said, "You've grown up, kid." Then, amidst the rising smoke, he told me everything about being a real man. My cousin had told me long ago that he wasn't a virgin anymore, but when he told me about the relationship between men and women, the shock I felt was indescribable!
So this was the world hidden behind morality and chastity! Such things existed in this world, so wonderful, capable of making one lose their mind and all thought. I began to recall everything from my dream last night. Yes, the feeling was so exhilarating. I felt my blood rushing through my body, and my penis involuntarily swelled, bulging from my crotch, stubbornly trying to burst through the coarse cloth pants that bound it. My cousin noticed my abnormality, chuckled, patted me on the shoulder, and got up and left!
My aunt and cousin stayed a few more days before leaving. While I was working in the fields, I kept thinking about what my cousin had said, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. I slowly carried my hoe home after finishing my work. My mother was preparing dinner. Seeing my absent-minded look, she asked me what was wrong. I gave her a vague answer and stretched out on the kang (heated brick bed) to rest. My mother, on her bound feet, bustled about on the floor.
It was summer, and her sweat-soaked clothes clearly outlined the contours of her full breasts, which trembled slightly with her movements. Watching her slightly plump waist and hips sway within her trousers, I suddenly realized for the first time that she wasn't just my mother; she was a woman. Her body suddenly possessed a powerful allure, making my gaze linger on her for a long time. I remembered what my cousin had told me that day, and the strange sounds I had heard countless nights. Did she and my father do such things in the dark? I couldn't help but imagine everything that happened in the darkness!
The question was quickly answered. After a hasty dinner, the poor family, unable to afford lamps, went to bed early. Three people slept on one kang (heated brick bed). I lay on the kang, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I felt as if I were waiting for something, yet I didn't know what it was. Time passed slowly, and I began to feel drowsy, my mind a blur, slowly sinking into sleep. Suddenly, I heard my father whisper, "Is Baowa asleep?" I jolted awake, quickly pretending to snore, "Yes, he's asleep, snoring!" It was my mother speaking. My father said "Oh," and after a moment, a slight rustling sound came from the darkness, as if... The rats scurried about, and Dad's breathing suddenly became heavy. "Save your energy, we still have work to do tomorrow!" Mom said to Dad. Suddenly, I heard her groan and breathe softly. I opened my eyes, and the faint moonlight shone through the window paper. I saw two blurry figures overlapping and rolling in the darkness, casting blue shadows on the wall. I could even make out that Mom was below and Dad was above. His strong arms were pressing down on Mom, and one hand was grabbing Mom's breast, kneading something like dough. Mom's body was wrapped around Dad like a snake, and her legs were shamelessly spread wide, exposing her fertile field to the outside sky. Dad was working on that field.
Each strike of the hoe dug deeper... The commotion grew louder, and their breathing became more rapid. Mother couldn't help but cry out, "Dear brother... dear man... you're making me feel so good... I can't live anymore... I'm going to die..." Father was panting heavily, making a noise that could have lifted the roof off. I could even clearly hear the slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh!
Mother desperately tried to stifle her sobs, letting out a crying sound: "Ah... ah... brother... pinch me here... rub it for me... dear brother... good brother... rub it for me... ah... ah... you're killing me... stab... stab me in... ah... ah..." I was going crazy: This was my mother! This was my own mother! These were words coming from the mouth of my mother, who almost never spoke to other men in the village! So slutty, so wanton, so shameless! The throbbing heat I felt on the field during the day returned to me. My penis sprang from my crotch, painfully swollen. I grasped it and found it much larger, thicker, harder, and burning hot, driven by some unknown force.
I unconsciously stroked it a few times, and suddenly an unprecedented sensation surged from below, like a needle piercing my head, violently striking my heart. I began to thrust wildly. Yes, this was the feeling from last night's dream—like a bird soaring freely in the sky, or like drifting along a river of flowing hot water. This was what I had been waiting for!
Father became even more forceful, and Mother couldn't even speak, only letting out intermittent, strange moans. Her legs kicked wildly on the kang (heated brick bed), sending the tattered quilt flying. Father crumpled the quilt into a ball and placed it under Mother's waist, raising her plump, white buttocks high. He reached between her legs with one hand. Mother tried to push him away, saying, "No...don't touch there...it's dirty..." Father shook off her hand and stubbornly continued, his hand still inside. Suddenly, she screamed, a scream piercing the roof tiles and reaching the night sky. No longer caring whether I could hear her, she howled loudly, like a female dog in heat, her legs raised, feet pointing skyward, her arms wrapped around Father's neck. Father, like a pile driver, used his... My penis slammed into her body, her throat gurgling. I masturbated, my hand moving faster, my head spinning, feeling like I was in a dream, yet I knew it wasn't. I wanted to stop, but my hand wouldn't obey, instead moving faster and faster, like a driverless cart hurtling towards a cliff, finally plunging uncontrollably... The moment of collapse arrived. A huge wave of pleasure washed over me, completely engulfing me. My testicles trembled, I shuddered, and semen gushed out, covering the bed in a sticky mess... Just then, Dad suddenly roared, and Mom cried out desperately,
"Don't pull out... wait for me..." Dad tried his best to continue, and finally, not long after, Mom finished too!
The two men clung to each other, stiff and trembling, the sound of their teeth grinding together echoing in the darkness… Slowly, they slumped down, and Mother pulled the blanket from beneath her, covering them both tightly… After the climax came exhaustion. The initial wave of excitement had subsided, and my mind was now immersed in a deep sleep. I felt utterly weak, and lying in bed with my eyes closed, I realized I was drenched in sweat. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, I suddenly heard Mother talking to Father, “Brother, your health isn’t what it used to be. You’re tired from rowing the boat all day, so we should reduce the number of times we sleep at night.” "Your health is the most important thing!" "Shui, I'm not afraid, I'm just afraid you won't be able to endure it. At thirty, you're like a wolf; at forty, like a tiger; at fifty, you can suck the earth dry. You're even more craving now than before. How can I just watch you suffer?" "What's a little suffering for me? You've been out there all alone, braving the wind and rain. You've suffered so much. We've been out here for so many years, enduring so much hardship to build this family. If something happens to your health... how can I live? Sigh, if I hadn't insisted on you doing it so Dad would have seen it, he wouldn't have died of anger..." Mother sobbed, "Don't cry, Shui, don't cry, that thing..." "It's not your fault, it's mine. I forced you first. Twenty years have passed, why are you still so hung up on this? I'm a beast! A brother sleeping with his own sister, what father wouldn't be furious? It's been over twenty years, we're almost at the bottom of the earth to see our parents. Whether you get boiled in oil or have your tongue pulled out, I'll take responsibility for you. Go to sleep, don't think about it!" "No, I should take responsibility for you. That day, I deliberately changed into nice clothes to seduce you so you could sleep with me when our parents weren't home. A sister seducing her own brother, I'm more shameless than Pan Jinlian! Brother, you must take care of yourself. When it's time to go down, I'll go down first with you..." "The King of Hell is pleading for mercy..." Mother's voice abruptly stopped, as if Father had covered her mouth with his hand. "Don't talk about this anymore, go to sleep. There's still a long life ahead of us. Baowa hasn't gotten married yet. If we're going to leave, we'll have to wait until we see our grandson, okay?" Mother didn't speak, but perhaps she nodded. The room fell silent, and soon Father's even snoring filled the air, interspersed with Mother's breaths, rising and falling like a harmonious couple... I was stunned for a long time. The things revealed in their conversation didn't bring me back to my senses until dawn: My parents, they were actually siblings! This fact shocked me no less than when I first learned about the relationship between men and women. My parents, they were actually an incestuous brother and sister, and I was the product of that incest! I couldn't fall asleep again. The next day, I was in a daze all day. When I went to work in the fields, I would stop halfway through, lean on my hoe, and stand there, thinking about everything that had happened the night before, thinking about what my mother and father had said... "My brother slept with my sister..." "My sister seduced my brother..." For the next few days, it was the same every day. I couldn't accept this fact. My parents seemed much stranger to me. They were no longer the strict father and kind mother they used to be, but like a pair of adulterers. My mind was filled with the blurry images of their naked bodies entangled together at night. Although they were no different from before, their words and actions had become inexplicably strange to me. I still went to bed early every day, but I went to bed later and later, waiting to eavesdrop on my parents' passionate encounter again. Of course, I couldn't hear it every day, but every time I heard it, it felt strange. I was unusually excited, and the pleasure during masturbation was much stronger than usual. I didn't know why; perhaps it was because, as the product of incest, I was born with a keen resonance and identification with incestuous behavior. I began to pay attention to my mother's every move. My mother's figure was as full as any woman her age, especially her breasts and buttocks. Every tremor of her breasts and buttocks when she worked or walked would give me visual stimulation. I often had this image in my mind: my mother taking off her clothes, her snow-white flesh dazzlingly swaying her full breasts and plump buttocks in front of me. Soon, my mother sensed my strangeness—due to long-term tension and lack of sleep, she was mentally confused and her face was dark. Perhaps she had already guessed that I had overheard their sex life, but she didn't know that I had overheard something even more secret. She began to discuss with my father about finding me a wife!
That autumn, after the harvest, my parents began to arrange a marriage for me. The matchmaker confidently patted her chest on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and said she would take care of it, but how easy is it to find a wife for a poor family! After traveling all over the surrounding villages, just before winter was approaching, we finally found a family willing to marry their daughter to us. It was a village thirty miles away. The girl was not bad-looking, and she could work. Most importantly, she didn't ask for too much dowry. After the engagement banquet, we agreed to hold the wedding during the New Year. From then on, the weather got colder day by day, the Yellow River froze, and my father could no longer go out to row the boat. So my mother and I stayed at home to prepare for my wedding.
My father had been rowing boats for over twenty years, saving up a little money, but it was still barely enough to cover the wedding expenses. He had to borrow money from all sides, sometimes traveling dozens of miles to borrow even a small amount. Even so, by the time the Laba Festival was over, there was still a sum of money missing, and there was no way he could get it. My father was so worried that dozens of his hairs turned white. He was anxious and restless about this money, running around everywhere, but he was met with setbacks everywhere. One day, he went out and didn't come back all night. My mother and I were worried sick, afraid that something had happened to him, so we didn't dare to close our eyes all night, sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed) waiting for him to return at dawn. He was disheveled, his eyes darkened, but his face was beaming with joy. Mother rushed to greet him, brushing the dust off his clothes, and asked him with concern where he had been all night. Father shakily pulled a cloth bundle from his robes, unwrapping it layer by layer. When he lifted the last layer, Mother and I were suddenly dazzled. "A jade pendant!" Mother exclaimed. Indeed, inside the bundle in Father's hand was a gleaming silver jade pendant. "Father, where did you get this?" Mother asked eagerly. "You haven't done anything wicked, have you?" Father proudly rewrapped the jade pendant and handed it to Mother, unable to contain his joy, saying...
"What are you thinking? Even if we're poor, we can't do anything immoral. Do you know how we got this jade pendant? I won it at Boss Qiao's place. One night, one jade pendant, one jade pendant!" Mother held the jade pendant, her hands trembling. Boss Qiao was a notorious scoundrel; his house was a gambling den. Every day, many gamblers would gamble all night long, losing everything in one night. Often, people would bet their houses, land, and even their wives. I never expected that my usually honest and hardworking father would go to a gambling den, and even win. Mother's face didn't show much joy. After putting the jade pendant away, she said to Father, "Father, if we really can't get any money, we can talk to them. I think they're reasonable people and won't make things too difficult for us. But let's not go to Boss Qiao's place. What if we lose...?" Father waved his hand, interrupting her, and said:
"I'm sure we can't lose. We may be poor, but we can't lose face getting a wife!" Mother wanted to say something, but Father had already gone into the inner room and collapsed onto the kang (heated brick bed)... For several nights in a row, Father would return home excitedly at dawn, exhausted, with a cloth bag in his arms adorned with one or two jade pendants. His worried expression vanished completely. Every day, he would excitedly count with Mother how much was still needed, how many more days until they could collect it all, as if life had suddenly become incredibly wonderful. That happy expression was something I had never seen in the past fifteen years. But on the morning of the seventh day, Father returned with his lips purple from the cold. As soon as he entered the door, he rushed to the stove, squatted down, and shivered as he warmed himself by the fire. His old sheepskin coat was nowhere to be seen. Mother quickly added firewood to the stove and then... A quilt was wrapped around Dad, and it took him a long time to recover. "Dad, what's wrong? Where's your fur coat?" Mom asked anxiously. "I lost..." Dad drank half a ladle of hot water and uttered those two words in frustration, then fell silent. After warming up, Dad lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed) and slept for a whole day. He wouldn't eat when Mom called him to. As the sun was setting, Dad got up from the kang, his face grim, and stuffed two cold steamed buns into his pocket. He was about to go out again when Mom stopped him at the door. "Dad, don't go. I've seen enough money. Money won from gambling won't last long. How can you win every day?" I also stopped Dad, saying, "Dad, I'll go talk to Lancao's family tomorrow and ask them to give us some more time..." Before I could finish, Dad roared, "You..." "You little brat, what do you know!" He pushed me aside and walked towards the door. My mother grabbed his arm, but he shoved her aside and she stumbled and fell into my arms. My father left without looking back, disappearing into the darkness... I held my mother, her head resting on my strong chest. For the first time, I felt a man's innate protective instinct towards a woman. Although this woman was my mother, she was first and foremost a woman. This desire made me want to hold her like this, to let her lean on me, the longer the better. She didn't say a word, just stared blankly out the door, tears welling up in her eyes and streaming down her face. Finally, it was completely dark. I helped my mother into the house. She sat blankly on the kang (a heated brick bed), and no matter how I tried to persuade her, she remained silent. For five years, her brother and husband had never laid a finger on her or uttered a single word of abuse. One can only imagine the extent of her suffering this time. Seeing that my mother couldn't persuade him otherwise, I wanted to go to Old Master Qiao's house to forcibly drag my father back. My mother refused to let me go, saying, "Let your father go. He'll learn his lesson. If he doesn't learn, he'll never turn back. This is a good thing!" That night, my father lost again. When he returned, he stole the only piece of jewelry my mother had brought from her parents' home—a silver ring she had intended for her new wife—and exchanged it for alcohol. He drank himself into a stupor. This was the first time I had ever seen him drink. When he woke up, he ransacked the place, found the last of the money my mother had hidden, and went back to the casino. My mother had hoped he would learn his lesson and hadn't tried to stop him, but she was wrong!
From then on, Dad's face grew increasingly pale when he came home each day, his eyes became more bloodshot, and his temper worsened. This once poor but warm home became something he found utterly repulsive. He became addicted to alcohol, always reeking of it. When drunk, he would act out, arguing with Mom and sometimes even hitting her. After drinking his fill, he would go to the casino. If Mom hid the money, he would search high and low, turning the house upside down. If he couldn't find any money, he would sell the New Year's goods we had prepared for gambling. The more he lost, the more he gambled, and the more he gambled, the more he lost. In the end, Dad sold off all the New Year's goods, leaving Mom and me with only a few noodles on New Year's Eve. My father took everything of value—not just New Year's goods, but anything of value—to exchange for alcohol and gambling stakes. Our once sparsely furnished house gradually revealed its bare walls. Naturally, my wedding was ruined. When the bride's family returned the betrothal gifts, they said there was still a chance for reconciliation if my father quit gambling within a year. As soon as the bride's family left, my father used the betrothal gifts to buy alcohol and then plunged back into the casino. He lost money faster and faster, losing all his savings and borrowed money in just a few days. Then he started cheating everyone he could, borrowing money from them. Because of his past good reputation, he could borrow money at first, but soon people all knew… After I learned about his gambling, he couldn't borrow any more money, so he started stealing and cheating. My father rarely stayed home at night anymore, and even when he did, he slept soundly. I could no longer hear the sounds of him and my mother making love. On moonlit nights, I often heard my mother sighing and sobbing softly. I tossed and turned on the kang (heated brick bed), unable to sleep. The next morning, I would see her with swollen eyes. Sometimes, I could hear her soft, rapid breathing and moans, like mice scurrying across the other side of the kang. I had an urge to crawl across that short distance to her side, to hold her, to comfort her. This urge burned within me like a fire, and every night I had to fight against it. My mother and I were plunged into immense suffering… My father lost… After Qian Hou took his anger out on his mother, he would often beat her for the smallest thing when he was drunk. He would beat her so brutally that it was as if she wasn't his wife of over ten years, but a sworn enemy with whom he had a deep-seated hatred. Shoes, cleaning rods, shovel handles... he would grab whatever he could find, often beating his mother half to death. After beating her, she still had to cook for him. If there was no alcohol during the meal, she would be beaten again. Although I was strong and healthy, I was only fifteen years old, and my father had been a boatman for twenty years. I still couldn't stop my father's fists. I could only watch helplessly as my mother suffered. Her screams when she was beaten were like knives tearing into my heart and lungs. I hated myself for not being stronger so that I could protect my mother!
That day, I went out to borrow some rice to cook. When I came back, I saw my mother lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), groaning, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, tears streaming down her face from the pain. She had clearly been beaten by my father. I quickly put down the rice, climbed onto the kang, and went to my mother's side. Just as I was about to say something, she grabbed my hand tightly. She was in excruciating pain and wanted something to hold onto, something to ease the psychological pain. Perhaps she was unconscious, but for me, the moment our hands touched felt like a thunderbolt. My hand trembled. My mother groaned, "Let me hold your hand for a while!" Suddenly, the woman I had longed for day and night saw me as someone to lean on. A sense of pride and responsibility welled up within me. I held my mother's hands in mine, as if... I cradled my mother's entire body in my palms, protecting her tightly with both hands. The tighter I held her, the safer she felt. It wasn't until dark that she recovered, released my hands, and said with difficulty, "Baby, boil some water for me to apply to my body; it hurts so much!" I responded and quickly boiled a pot of water, poured it into a wooden basin, and placed it on the stove in front of the kang (heated brick bed). My mother told me to turn my face away, and she took off her clothes, leaving her only in a red undergarment. When I turned back, I saw my mother's almost naked body and her truly full breasts and buttocks, and I was momentarily stunned. Seeing me staring at her, she seemed to realize something, blushed, and quickly lay down on the kang, urging me to quickly apply a hot towel to her body. I... I wet the towel, wrung it out, and placed it on the dark bruises on my mother's body. My hand accidentally touched her armpit near her breast, and she shuddered, her legs rubbing together slightly. I noticed this reaction. When I changed the towel, it got cold, and I deliberately touched that spot again. She shuddered again. There were no marks there, so it couldn't be pain. The only possibility was that her body, after a long period of abstinence, had become unusually sensitive. This discovery filled me with a strange excitement. The third time I changed the towel, under the pretext of applying the towel, I boldly untied the straps of her undergarment at the back. She tilted her head, as if wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent. Her back... Her body was exposed before me, and the smoothness of her skin and the stimulation of the opposite sex made my heart pound. A tingling sensation ran through my chest, and my mother's body warmed up under my touch, not just because of the hot towel. I suppressed the urge to do something further, applied the hot towel to her wounds, tied her undergarment, cleaned her up, and then blew out the lamp and went to sleep. Neither my mother nor I slept well that night. Soft, long sighs could be heard from her from time to time... I don't know if my mother sensed my feelings, but since that day, she often asked me to apply hot compresses to her, and the time became longer and longer, from her back to her arms to her thighs. Although my mother was still being beaten, she no longer cried as much as before.
My father's addiction to alcohol and gambling grew worse. Sometimes he would win some money, but more often he would lose. To pay off his gambling and alcohol debts, he sold almost everything in the house. By March of that year, the house was practically bare. The Yellow River had thawed, but my father showed no interest in going out to row a boat to earn money, nor did he go with me to the fields to gather fertilizer and prepare for spring planting. He continued to struggle with gambling and drinking. That evening, I returned from the fields and heard my mother crying as soon as I entered the yard. My heart sank. I dropped my hoe and rushed into the house. I saw my father carrying a sack of cornmeal on his shoulder, heading out... As he was about to leave, his mother grabbed him tightly from behind, crying, "If you sell the grain, what will we eat, brother!" Hearing that "brother," his father's body trembled, a flood of memories rushing to his mind. He stopped in his tracks. I seized the opportunity to grab the cornmeal from him, put it back where it was, and stood beside his mother. His father's facial muscles twitched, a thousand expressions flashing across his face in an instant. I looked at his face: dark and thin, tired, old, covered in wrinkles, with an unshaven beard and sunken eyes. Suddenly, I felt a vast distance between myself and this person, as if this wasn't my father, but a complete stranger. My father was there... He stood there for a while, then suddenly stamped his foot, let out a heavy sigh, rushed to the kang (a heated brick bed), grabbed the last remaining quilt, rolled it up, tucked it under his arm, and walked out. I was shocked and went to stop him, saying, "Dad, if you sell the quilt, how are my mother and I supposed to sleep tonight?" Dad glared at me and said, "It's not the dead of winter, what do you need a quilt for? Get out of my way!" I panicked and said, "Dad, stop gambling! Let's try to live a good life. You row the boat, I'll farm, and we'll take good care of Mom. Our family is already in such a state; if you keep gambling, we really won't be able to survive!" Dad got even angrier. He roared, "You jinx, you're always getting in my way! If I can't win, I'll beat you to death when I get back..." With that, he charged out. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back, but Dad punched me in the face. My head spun, and my pent-up anger exploded. I kicked Dad in the stomach, and he staggered, almost falling. He threw down the quilt and lunged at me, tearing at me. Mom screamed and rushed between us to try and separate us, but it was a pipe dream for a woman to separate two men who were fighting like madmen.
As a result of her actions, in the chaos, her father punched her in the chin, and she fainted without a sound. I was startled and released my father to check on my mother's injuries. Taking advantage of the situation, my father kicked me in the back, knocking me down next to my mother. He then grabbed the quilt from the floor and ran out of the house. I didn't have time to chase after him. I endured the pain and carried my mother to the kang (a heated brick bed), gave her a bowl of hot water, and pinched her philtrum. My father snatched the quilt away, so I could only cover her with a tattered piece of clothing... After a while, after I finished washing up, my mother, lying on the kang, groaned, exhaled, and moved her body, opening her eyes. I quickly went over, lifted her head, and put the broken porcelain bowl to her lips, trying to get her to drink. My mother shook her head and pushed the bowl away. She turned on the oil lamp, blew it out, and said in the darkness, "Sleep!" I lay on the cold kang (heated brick bed), the tattered mat without a mattress mercilessly absorbing every bit of warmth from my body. I thought of that cotton quilt; it emitted a musty, old smell. This wasn't because my mother was too lazy to wash it, but because it simply couldn't be washed. A single drop of water would inevitably ruin it. Though old and musty, it was still a cotton quilt. In the dead of night, during a sudden chill in spring, I covered myself with all my clothes, huddled together, shivering in the cold wind seeping in from all directions. I fell asleep several times, only to wake up freezing each time. I could even hear my teeth chattering. And it wasn't just my teeth chattering in the room; I... I could clearly hear the sound of teeth chattering coming from the other end of the kang (a heated brick bed). Mother was cold and couldn't sleep either. The chattering was mixed with low sobs. It wasn't just from the cold; her cries were like cat claws tearing at my heart, making me so agitated I wanted to rip my chest apart. I didn't want to hear her cry anymore, because then my heart would truly break. I threw off my clothes and crawled into the darkness on the other side of the kang. "Baowa, aren't you asleep?" Mother stopped crying when she heard the noise. "Mother, are you cold?" I answered irrelevantly. "Mother isn't cold. You should go to sleep; you have to go to the fields tomorrow!" "Mother, let me move closer to you. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold. I'm young..." "You're strong, let's huddle together and we won't be cold!" I said, already climbing halfway across the kang (heated brick bed), placing my pillow next to my mother's, and lying down. A warm, feminine fragrance wafted towards me. My mother shifted to the side, stopped sobbing, and covered me with several more layers of clothing. Her body heat seeped through the clothes, instantly warming me. This warmth stirred my sleepiness, and I drifted off to sleep without realizing it... After what seemed like an eternity, I felt something nudging and pressing against my chest. I suddenly realized that I was on my own kang, and that body must be my mother! I could tell she had covered me with all her clothes while she herself was freezing, cold and sleepy, her mind already hazy. Sensing a warm, living person beside her, she instinctively moved closer, wanting to warm herself, completely forgetting that this was her son!
My heart skipped a beat, and countless thoughts raced through my mind. Should I warn her? If I did, that soft, warm body would slip from my arms—no, absolutely not! What I should do was hold her tighter! I stretched out an arm and pulled my mother closer, but to my surprise, she stretched out an arm and hugged me back! Like a stone thrown into still water, my defenses crumbled instantly. My mother breathed softly in my arms, her body wriggling against me like a warm, fragrant piece of jade.
"Brother, brother..." Mother murmured dreamily. I knew she mistook me for my father. I almost gave in and went along with it, but deep down, a sliver of reason seemed to be telling me I couldn't do this! It shouted at me, "If you do this with your mother as your father, she will definitely regret it when she sobers up. The only way to prevent her from regretting it is to make her realize that she is doing this with you! Because if she does this with you when she is sober, it means she truly loves you, her own son, as a man! Yes, I am also a man. Why should I use another man's name to make the woman I like happy?" I made up my mind and pushed my mother in my arms, "Mother, Mother, wake up, it's me, Baowa! Mother, wake up!" Mother seemed to be delirious. I pushed her for a long time before she gradually came to her senses. She suddenly realized that she and her son were tightly embracing on the kang (a heated brick bed). Mother trembled and reached out to push me away. But my arms tightened around her, her warm, full body making my blood rush, oblivious to the cold. My lower body, pressed against hers, quickly became erect, pressing hard against her lower abdomen. Mother panicked, trying to push my arm away, saying, "Baby, let go of Mom!" I brushed her hand away, brought my head close to her ear, trying to even out my breathing, and said in a trembling voice, "Mom, it's cold. Holding you makes me warm!" Mother gasped, "I'm not cold, let go!" I said, "Mom, you're cold, I know you're cold. Dad's not here, you want someone to hold you, that's how you stay warm!" As I spoke, I slipped a hand under her clothes. Mother struggled violently, screaming:
"Child, I'm your mother!" "My father is your brother!" The words left my mouth, and I immediately regretted them, but it was too late. My mother trembled and stopped struggling. I stopped moving too, and the room fell into an unbearable, deathly silence… After a long while, my mother broke the silence, asking in a trembling voice, "Who…who told you these things?" "It was you!" I said. "Mother, I overheard what you and Father were saying in the middle of the night!" My mother fell silent again. I said:
"Mother, I know you want a man to hold you, to touch you..." "Nonsense!" Mother interrupted me, about to say something more, but I preemptively said, "Mother, stop lying to yourself. If you didn't want someone to hold you, would you secretly sigh in the middle of the night? Do you think I don't know why you always ask me to give you hot compresses?" Mother was speechless for a moment, afraid that I had hit the nail on the head. I continued, "Mother, I am your son, but you have already married your own brother. Are you afraid of doing it again? Father has become like that. He beats you and scolds you. He no longer treats you like his own wife. He is not the brother you had more than twenty years ago! Now, your son wants to cherish you and love you. Can't you see that? What's the difference between being with your own brother and being with your own son?"
"Mom, I don't want to be your son, I want to be your man! I know you want that too!" With that, I mustered my courage and kissed her on the cheek. To my surprise, she didn't resist. I continued, "Mom, didn't you say Dad's health isn't good anymore? You can't suffer like this all by yourself. You're not afraid anymore. I can help Dad share some of the burden. Mom, are you just lying to yourself? You've clearly wanted it for a long time, haven't you?" Mom didn't speak, but began to sob softly again. I didn't dare to make any further moves, just held her like that, but she didn't try to pull away from my embrace. I struggled... and we held each other for a while. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew in from outside, and the room became bitterly cold. My mother shifted, and I immediately felt her moving closer to me. I was stunned. I heard my mother say from inside my arms, "Baby, Mommy's cold. Let's hold each other, it'll be warm!" It took me a few seconds to understand what she meant. A surge of joy welled up inside me, and I was completely flustered. My mother started breathing heavily, and her body grew warm in my arms. In the darkness, I instinctively found my mother without hesitation. I held my mother's head, my lips trembling as I pressed them against hers. Her breath smelled so sweet. My lips first touched her nose, then moved downwards to her mouth. Our four moist lips met and stuck together firmly. Her tongue, like a little snake, slipped between her teeth, entwining with mine, swirling in her mouth. Saliva flowed down her tongue, gurgling down my throat. I rolled over, pinning her beneath me, one hand groping to unbutton her clothes. My fingers unbuttoned her cotton-padded jacket. The inner garment was undone, the undershirt was undone, leaving only a bodice covering her. Mother took it off herself and threw it aside. I lay on Mother's chest, greedily inhaling her scent. I grabbed one of her big white breasts in each hand, sucking on her nipples. They were soft and tender. I wanted to bite them hard, to bite the whole thing off and chew it. I actually opened my mouth and started nibbling on Mother's breasts. Saliva dripped all over her chest. Mother moaned softly. I got up and took off my shirt, revealing my strong muscles, and lay on top of Mother.
The moment their flesh touched, they both trembled, pressed together as if they wanted to melt into each other's bodies. Softness against hardness, smoothness against roughness, force against gentleness. "Mother, you like men to rub you, I'll rub you!" My voice was already hoarse as I began to rub, my hands gripping my mother's breasts tightly. Flesh spilled out from between my fingers, the two mounds of flesh moving around like water. My hands kept slipping away, then I would grab them again and start rubbing them once more. The heat from my hands reached my heart, and my mother moaned softly, her legs clamping together as we rubbed back and forth. Her hand, however, slipped into my pants and somehow unbuckled my red belt, pulling my pants down completely. My engorged erection sprang out, as if roaring and looking for an opponent to attack, only to be gently grasped by a cool little hand. I obediently enjoyed the caress of that little hand, as if water had splashed into hot oil. My whole body exploded, all my strength concentrated on one point, yet I couldn't find an outlet!
I trembled as I tried to untie my mother's pants, but I couldn't untie the knot in her belt. My mother reached out with one hand and deftly opened the last barrier in a few movements. Women's belts are always tied very tightly, but sometimes they can be loose. My mother's pants were also loose, because not only was I trying to untie them, but she was doing it herself. She easily pulled them down to below her knees.
An unseen force guided me to a place where the mountains were high, the water was long, and the grass was incredibly tender and lush. My mother's fluids flowed all over the kang mat. Her vagina was even fuller than her breasts, forming a thin slit, bulging and swollen. My penis was about to burst in her hands. She guided it, leading it to the spring. "Quick...quickly take the big southern potion and thrust it into me..." she cried out in a trembling voice. But the southern potion was too big, and after several attempts, it wouldn't go in. "I can't take it anymore, thrust...thrust..." she cried out in pain, kicking off her pants at her ankles and spreading her legs wide open, as wide as they could go, but it still wouldn't go in. I tried to pry open her vagina with my hands, my hands were wet and slippery, and I couldn't find a place to start. But I accidentally pulled out a few of her pubic hairs. Her vaginal muscles trembled, and the opening widened again. I had an idea. I brought my head closer, put my mother's legs on my shoulders, kneaded her breasts with one hand, and pinched her pubic hair with the other. Taking advantage of her inattention, I suddenly pulled hard. My mother howled in pain, her breasts trembling. She cursed, "You bastard, you're pulling my mother's cunt..." Before she could finish her sentence, I took advantage of the moment it opened and used all my strength to rush in. No matter what the person beneath me was like, I was determined to get in. "Ouch!" My mother screamed pitifully, almost crying. Her body twisted wildly. I hardened my heart, arched my waist forward, and slowly pushed the half of my penis that hadn't gone in yet into her vagina until my testicles pressed against her vaginal muscles. My mother's inside was slippery and full of water, tightly enveloping me, as if a force was sucking me in.
I held my mother, but didn't know what to do below. Then, enduring the pain, she moved my buttocks up and down a few times. Suddenly, I understood. My waist involuntarily moved back and forth, thrusting in and out of her. I couldn't control my body; I went faster and faster. My mother screamed wildly beneath me, babbling incoherently, her legs kicking wildly on the mat. My whole body felt like it was flying; my mother was the auspicious cloud beneath my feet, carrying me upwards. We embraced naked, rising into our own paradise in the cold wind seeping in through countless gaps. The spring chill was biting, but our naked bodies were burning hot, covered in sweat, colliding and merging. Finally, we forgot we even had bodies; all our consciousness was enveloped by the pleasure emanating from somewhere, like fish swimming in boiling water. When everything... Reaching the peak, my mind went blank. All I heard was my mother's heart-wrenching cry, "You're killing me!" My lower body was then submerged in a torrent of water. My waist, which I had just regained, convulsed, and a surging wave erupted from within me, whipping every nerve like a lash until I passed out… When I awoke, it was already bright daylight. I opened my eyes and saw that I was already dressed. The wind had blew all night, but outside the window was a clear blue sky, the sun was shining brightly, and I could even hear the chirping of sparrows and woodpeckers. I turned over and saw my mother cooking on the stove by the kang (heated brick bed). She was lifting the lid to check if the water was boiling. In the rising steam, I suddenly realized that her face had never looked so beautiful, her body had never looked so graceful, and her expression had never been so satisfied and happy!
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