Who gave birth to you, who loves you, who raises you

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I had three nocturnal emissions last night, turning even a hero into a dog. I didn't sleep well; a deficiency
of Yang energy inevitably leads to many dreams. I dreamt of chasing each other across the grass with my mother when I was little, our laughter bringing back memories of the past (could I hear voices in my dreams?). It was a little heartbreaking; the beautiful past with my mother is gone forever. I'm truly afraid of losing my mother one day. Without her, I will forever lose my other half. This fear still lingers. We lose things every day, including our dearest loved ones. That's why some people become monks, denying their own existence.
Undeniably, my mindset is somewhat abnormal. I always want to reunite with my mother in my life, constantly demanding everything from her. In my childhood, it was her meticulous care, her fragrant milk, her sweet laughter, and the way she would hold me and feed me under the shade of trees.
In my youth, it was the happy fairy tales at my bedside, the warm praise on my report cards, even the mosquito net, swatting mosquitoes, and covering me with a blanket before sleep—all gifts of my mother's love. Even now, my precocious maturity prevents me from confiding my troubles to my mother. My penis is used on her, yet I dare not ask her for anything; morality and ethics block my development.
My mother cannot give me what I need, so I try to solve the problem unilaterally—and that problem is incest, a societal taboo! With a shameful, lustful thought, I lunged at my young, beautiful mother in my dreams. Her
warm, soft, and supple body was such a beautiful dream. I embraced my dream mother, wanting to kiss her, when suddenly it felt like falling into an abyss, into an icy cave. Wow! So cold!!
I shivered and woke up with a start. Opening my eyes and looking back, I saw a flower! A delicate, honey-dripping flower! A flower that held all the meaning in my life.
Yes, this flower is my mother. She looks so beautiful today! Her long, flowing black hair, glossy and smooth, sways gently in the morning breeze. Her jade-like face is bathed in the morning light, as if a miracle has occurred. Her beautiful eyes hold a deep, dark, and compassionate lake within them. Her alluring little mouth, slightly upturned, is veiled by the gleam of her pearly white teeth—a masterpiece of nature.
She wears a white gauze dress that reaches the ground. Without makeup, her natural beauty is like that of a fairy descended from the clouds, untouched by worldly concerns, pure and captivating. A thought crossed my mind: could my mother be a fairy banished from heaven to earth, aging gracefully, growing more beautiful with age? I couldn't bear such earthly beauty and shivered.
She covered her mouth with her slender white hand and chuckled softly, looking at me, this mere mortal. Her other hand rubbed my back, the cool touch of her jade-like hand making my bare skin tingle with goosebumps. Mom laughed,
"You little rascal, you can't sleep well on your stomach, and you drool so much. I have to wash your pillowcase again. It's disgusting. Let Mom punish you."
(Disgusting, my drool has flowed all over your little mouth. Yes, eat my drool, Mom, then you won't feel disgusted.)
"Mom, why are you doing this so early?"
"Get up, you lazybones. Mom doesn't like that. Your uncle is leaving. Let's eat together. Get up..."
I sighed helplessly, then suddenly rolled over, grabbed Mom's hand that was on my back, and pulled her down onto the bed. I pounced on Mom like a wolf, pinning her down.
(Sorry, this isn't the time for that kind of scene.)
Mom was startled, her big eyes blinking as she looked at me. Her high, full breasts heaved against my chest. My strong, unyielding penis was majestically inserted into Mom's soft buttocks. The feeling was so good that I almost forgot about revenge. I pressed her down hard and started vigorously tickling Mom's arms.
My mother burst into laughter, her soft, fragrant body bouncing beneath me. As she struggled, her undulating buttocks made my penis feel like I needed to urinate. Her eyes narrowed with laughter, and from her small, angular mouth, due to the laughter and the closeness, she continuously sprayed a sweet, fragrant breath into my nose, like the taste of boiled milk, making me want to kiss her! She laughed even more unrestrainedly, her spittle spraying my face. Being sprayed with saliva by a beautiful woman is a kind of happiness for me, especially my mother's.
My mother's plump breasts trembled with her laughter, rubbing against my chest and fueling my desire, causing me to become aroused. My penis released a little hot semen. Was I torturing her, or was she torturing me?
Until, my hard penis was accidentally pushed in the wrong direction by her buttocks, thrusting straight and hard into the warm, fleshy hollow of my mother's body, her most sensitive spot—her vagina! Through two layers of pants, wow, my penis seemed to have found its home, nodding gratefully. Mom, unaware that I was in a vegetative state, immediately blushed, pushed me away forcefully, and shyly scolded,
"You little rascal, so disrespectful! You're going to make your old mother laugh to death! Go pee, wash up, and then come to the dining room for dinner."
I responded and bent over, running to the toilet. Mom sat on the edge of the bed, watching my disheveled state, chuckling softly.
At the dinner table, my shy aunt didn't dare look at me, just shoveling food into her porridge. My uncle was expressionless; when Mom told him to eat some vegetables, he grabbed some water and drank, his hand trembling slightly—probably ashamed of stealing his younger sister's necklace. I busied myself helping my aunt with food; she had cooked so well for me last night, I should make it up to her. Mom smiled and praised me, saying I seemed to have changed today, being so polite. I said,
"Auntie, you're all alone, busy with so much farm work, it's not easy for you. And you're the most beautiful and virtuous woman in the village! As your nephew, I should be very filial. Uncle is so lucky!"
Auntie's face turned bright red, like she'd eaten chili peppers, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. Uncle, however, was very happy and patted my shoulder, saying,
"Then you should study hard, become an official, and you can have any woman you want. Even if that doesn't work, you should learn from your uncle and marry a good, beautiful wife. Don't fall behind me, don't be worse than me, hahaha!"
I laughed along. I wouldn't learn from you; my wife's beautiful hole has been penetrated by someone else without me even knowing. Auntie glared at me resentfully, while Mom giggled and scolded Uncle,
"Brother, you really are something, talking about this with a child, it's disrespectful to an elder!"
A child? I've slept with two women, one of whom was you, Mom!
My uncle pulled me close, grinning, and said,
"Seriously, Anan is a great student. There's something I might need to trouble you with, my cousin Xiaolian. She's about to start junior high, and she might need to stay here sometime. I wonder if that's alright? I also want Anan to help her with her studies, haha."
My mother readily agreed. We're family, no need for formalities. I didn't really remember my cousin Xiaolian; she'd been here once, she was dark-skinned, and I hadn't really looked her over. My aunt complained that my uncle was troubling them too much, and the two of them argued briefly at the table. My mother and I quickly smoothed things over.
After my uncle's family left, only my mother and I were left at home. Without the lively chatter of a large group, it felt much quieter. But being with my beloved mother felt like a peaceful honeymoon.
After we became intimate, I often unconsciously treated my mother as my wife. While she was cooking, I would stand beside her, quietly admiring her beautiful back. Her graceful figure and alluring body, combined with the mature femininity she exuded, completely captivated me, filling me with lust. Especially her swaying, beautiful buttocks—if she were naked, I would surely ravish her.
When we ate together, she busied herself serving me food, but what I wanted to eat was: my mother leaning over, her collar inadvertently revealing her round, plump breasts, their white, jade-like skin—I really wanted to bite them and never let go.
Sometimes, my mother, with her childlike heart, would pull me into role-playing games. We would sometimes revisit long-forgotten memories; I would pretend to be a baby, and my mother would recount the most difficult times she spent caring for me, while I would lie happily in her arms, watching her feed me.
Once, I suggested that my mother and I pretend to be a couple. My mother laughed and flicked my forehead with her finger, saying,
"You naughty son, aren't you ashamed? Can a mother and son be a couple?"
I quickly said, "Dad often argues with you, which makes Mom suffer a lot. Actually, I've been unhappy about it for a long time. Mom, let me play Dad and pretend to be a happy couple."
Mom shook her head, her eyes reddening, tears welling up. She took a breath, opened her arms, and softly called for me to hug her. I slowly walked over, my nose suddenly stinging. I hugged Mom tightly. A few withered petals blew in from the courtyard. Mom picked one up, rested her head on my shoulder, and softly asked,
"Son, am I old?"
"Mom isn't old, and she's as beautiful and young as a fairy!"
"If Mom is very, very old, will you still love her?"
"Yes! By then, I'll grow old with Mom."
That night, I followed her into the room and rolled around on her bed. She smiled and asked why I liked her bed so much. I said Mom's bed smelled so good, it reminded me of the times I slept with her when I was little. Mom smiled and came over, opening her arms and saying:
"Little baby, come here, let Mommy hug you, see if you've wet your pants?"
I pressed down on her like an elephant, hugging my smiling mother as if she were my lover, gazing at her with boundless love. Her silky hair, her bright, sparkling eyes, her full, delicate nose, her cherry-like lips—beauty couldn't be described as indescribable; she was simply enchanting.
My mother held me close, carefully watching every inch of my skin grow, until she met my tender gaze. She seemed a little confused, her eyes trying to see into my heart, while inside I kept saying, "Mommy, I love you, I want you." After a long gaze, she recognized my father's eyes, her face flushing red, but she didn't look away. Her captivating eyes gently embraced the desire in my eyes.
Time stood still. In that moment of divine intervention, there was no mother-son distinction between us, only the exchange of feelings between a man and a woman. One was a young man infatuated with my mother's beauty; the other was a woman who only sought money from men and had never loved. My mother is the woman who gave me life; my son is the man I love most in my life. When words and actions fail to express this, silence falls.
It felt like ten thousand years had passed when my mother exhaled a long-suppressed breath, so sweet and warm. She coughed lightly, her mouth dry, instantly melting the stillness of time. Only then could we hear our hearts pounding. My mother broke the silence, pushing me away, standing up, and opening the window. The wind blew away the sweltering atmosphere, and we slept soundly through the night.
In the middle of the night, I got up to pee. Looking at my sleeping mother, petite and adorable, sexy and alluring, I felt a wicked thought again! I tried to push her a little, but she didn't wake up. I tried again, shaking her even harder. Hooray!! My mother jerked, then sat up. Something was wrong! She opened her sleepy eyes and blurted out,
"What is it, son? Why did you wake your mother?"
I knew she wasn't sleepwalking, so I quickly made up an excuse. After thinking for a moment, I said I was bitten by mosquitoes, which earned me a severe scolding. But she still got up, lit mosquito coils, and covered me with another blanket. I pulled back the blanket and ran to the bathroom, pretending my hand was my wife and the toilet my uterus.
The next day, I went to the library to look up information. I searched for ages in the medical section before finally finding a book called "A Brief Analysis of Mental Illness." Damn, a brief analysis? It was as thick as two or three bricks. I quickly looked through it. An old man next to me glanced at the book and praised me for being so studious at such a young age. I replied irritably that I was mentally ill. The old man stood up nonchalantly and walked away quickly.
I continued searching and found a section on psychosis, which listed many symptoms of sleepwalking, some caused by extreme fright or nervous tension. I took notes, noting that several cases were very similar to my mother's.
Patient A, due to childhood sexual humiliation, experiences sleepwalking at night after being influenced by daytime suggestions; Patient B, due to past shameful actions, experiences sleepwalking when feeling uneasy at night; Patient D, experiences sleepwalking when overly tired and mentally weak. My mother has all three of these cases.
The night I had sex with my mother, I thought about why she sleepwalked. One reason was the sounds of sex next door, and another was that she was unusually tired that day while shopping, taking care of my grandmother, and helping relatives with shopping. I think these were the reasons for her sleepwalking.
When my father saw my mother sleepwalking, one reason was the lewd noises and smells from his late-night adult television viewing, and another was her sleepwalking when she was tired. These deductions made everything clear! Now, beautiful mother, wait for your son to cure your illness—but it's my illness, my lustful illness, the lustful illness of incest!!!
As I left the library, I saw the old man from before. I happily went over and hugged him, showering him with kisses on the face, which startled him so much he yelled, "You're crazy!" I patted his bald head and sped away.
A few days later, my uncle came from the countryside again, accompanied by my cousin, Xiaolian. Wow, this little girl is so pretty! She has beautiful, flower-like eyes, bright and lively black pupils, sparkling with life. She has a delicate, upturned nose, a smiling mouth like her mother's, and pearly white teeth, though one is missing a canine, making her look even more childlike and adorable. Her hair is tied in a small ponytail. I think she looks more like my mother than my aunt—she really looks like a miniature version of my mother, probably inheriting genes from the women in my mother's family.
When she saw me, she was a little shy, timidly calling me "cousin." I happily responded to my little cousin, then pulled her to the room that had been prepared for her to see. She looked delighted, jumping and bouncing around on the Simmons mattress, her face flushed and delicate, innocent and beautiful. It was then that I realized that although my little cousin had a very childish and cute face, her full, plump breasts, swaying as she jumped around, gave me a strange, alluring feeling. Damn, she's not even an adult yet! What am I thinking? My penis protested with a few twitches, making me go to the bathroom. Damn it, why did my uncle bring her? If my aunt had come, I could have threatened her and slept with her again.
My little cousin's arrival made our house much more lively. This little girl was very curious, and after becoming familiar with me and my mother, she became incredibly bold, wanting to try everything. After a few days, she had played with all the appliances in the house, even breaking a vacuum cleaner.
One time I went to find her, but I didn't see her in her room. I thought she must have gone to my mother's room to put on makeup again, that little brat! I went to my mother's door and saw... Ah!! My little cousin took several bras from Mom's closet and tried them on, tossing a few on the bed. Her small, round, slightly upturned breasts were exposed, the two pink nipples clearly visible, as fresh and delicious as ripe peaches. After changing a few outfits, she probably saw me in the vanity mirror, turning around abruptly. I didn't have time to avoid her, so I just coughed lightly and quickly walked away.
At dinner, my little cousin looked at me with a grin, her eyes fixed on me, making me blush a little.
Mom didn't notice our expressions. She asked my little cousin how her stay was. My little cousin said it was great, but school would start in a few days, and she felt bored at home. Mom smiled and suggested we go to Qingling Mountain to have our fortunes told the next day. Her friend said an old master there was very skilled, and she had been wanting to ask him for a long time. Plus, we could do some sightseeing; it was quiet and not too crowded. My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately agreed. My little cousin happily nodded in agreement.
Because we were going to have our fortunes told, Mom didn't want to dress too brightly. She wore a simple, elegant suit, looking graceful and sophisticated. Her hair was styled in a sideburn updo, and her face, without any makeup, was radiant and captivating. This was the outfit Mom wore when receiving important clients at her company. Many clients were captivated by Mom's beauty, and some deals were easily closed. Mom's beauty, wherever she went, attracted the lustful gazes of men.
The car drove briskly, and we soon arrived at the foot of Qingling Temple. Lush green trees and overgrown grass covered the hillside, and the crisp chirping of birds filled the air.
Looking up, Qingling Temple was embraced by the mountains, bathed in golden light, beautiful yet mysterious. It seemed this journey would be quite a challenge. I pulled Mom's hand and we climbed the steps one by one. My little cousin had already run up several steps. Wow, growing up in the countryside really makes a difference!
Before we were even halfway there, my sweat was dripping cheaply onto the steps. My mother was also exhausted and drenched in sweat, panting heavily as she touched her swaying breasts. I suggested we take a break, and my mother sat down with her eyes closed. She forgot to close her skirt, and her black underwear was showing at the base of her snow-white thighs. Exhausted as I was, I didn't let this lewd sight go by.
My mother looked haggard, yet pitiful. Her flushed face was streaked with black silk, and her slightly parted lips revealed pearly white teeth. Her expression carried a lewd quality, making me fantasize about raping her in this wilderness. My
mother took off her coat, revealing her smooth, white underwear. Her sweat-soaked chest clung to her full breasts. The natural beauty of the green hills, blue sky, and lush trees served as a backdrop for my radiant mother, making her seem otherworldly. I swallowed hard, suppressing my lust. After resting for a moment, I followed my mother. She went first, and I followed behind, so I could clearly see her round, plump buttocks. Besides, her little black underwear was my flag for advancing.
Upon arriving at Qingling Temple, I looked around and saw towering, undulating mountains, like a mature and beautiful young woman. A clear stream flowed into the lush green forest behind the temple. What a beautiful scene! My mother took some photos of me, and I asked her to take some too. In the developed photos, she gently strokes her hair, a slight smile playing on her lips—the mature charm of a young woman was breathtaking. My little cousin also posed for a few pictures while I held her. The little girl seemed a bit uncomfortable with the little thing pressing against her bottom, as she looked a little worried in the photos.
We went in to have my mother's fortune told. The old abbot squinted at her for a long time, then took her small, snow-white hand, examined its lines, and, combining this with her birth date and time, told her:
"Madam, your fate is that of an immortal descended to earth. Your destiny is extraordinary, but it is mixed with the negative consequences of clashing peach blossom luck, causing you to suffer in your youth and continue to suffer in your old age. Your life line is very strange; this is the first time I've seen one like it. I advise you to pay more attention to your health; you may face a major calamity this autumn."
My mother was startled and quickly took out money to buy oil, begging the old abbot for a solution.
The old abbot glanced at my younger cousin and me, then chuckled and said:
"However, don't be afraid. You will have a benefactor to help you and resolve your past karma. Anything can happen; just let it be, and good fortune will come."
My mother showed some joy upon hearing this and pulled me to have my face read by the old abbot. I was genuinely afraid this old man could tell fortunes, and my heart was pounding. The old abbot examined my life line, birth date, and appearance, staring into my eyes, and said, word by word:
"The demonic star roams the heavens, why dabble in the mortal world? The vines intertwine. The young benefactor and the female benefactor's fates are quite similar, one is water, the other fire, mutually generating and restraining each other. Past life's cause, present life's effect. All things in heaven and earth are empty in their coming and going, let them be. This old man will stop here."
My mother and I were completely bewildered, not understanding what profound truths the old man was spouting. Since he didn't say anything bad, I didn't ask further. My mother wanted to ask the old man what he meant, but he waved his hand and went into the inner room, ending the fortune-telling. My cousin, Xiaolian,
was so angry that the old man stopped before she even had her fortune told that she pouted. Mother and I helped each other down the mountain. My mother and I were both exhausted and out of breath. My cousin, carrying some foxtail grass she had picked from the mountain, ran around energetically! My mother, her face flushed, gazed thoughtfully at Qingling Temple on the mountain, while I stared intently at her beautiful face and voluptuous, sexy body, fantasizing about my battle plan.
It was already night when I got home. Mom checked the phone for messages. Dad had called from abroad, saying he'd be back a little later. He said his business was doing very well there and he was planning to set up a branch office, so he had a lot to prepare. His last words, of course, were a warning to Mom not to spend money recklessly. Mom angrily hung up and went to take a shower.
After my little cousin finished showering, she said she wanted to sleep with Mom, and Mom agreed. Because she was tired from hiking, Mom watched TV for a bit and then went to bed with Xiaolian. I lay on my comfortable bed, fantasizing about wonderful sex with Mom, and soon drifted off to a sweet dream.
[The End]

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