Mountain village mother and son

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One night in 1993, something happened that changed my life. My family lived in a small mountain village. My father, mother, brother, and I were a happy family, and we were considered well-off in the village. That day, I had just been admitted to the county's key high school. Everyone in the family was very happy. For people in the mountain village, being admitted to a high school in the city meant success. So my mother cooked a good meal, and my father bought a bottle of liquor. The house was like it was New Year's Day.

At the dinner table, Dad drank a lot and talked a lot. My brother also drank a little with Dad. I wanted to drink some too, out of curiosity, seeing everyone enjoying themselves. But Mom stopped me. Later, Dad said I could drink a little, so I happily picked up my glass and downed it in one gulp. It was so spicy, I felt like my stomach was on fire, but I was really happy, and it made me feel like a real man. When we finished eating and left, Mom had to help Dad back home, and my brother was helped back home by my sister-in-law (in the countryside, everyone lives together). As for me, I didn't drink much, just felt warm all over, but I wasn't dizzy. I went back to my room, didn't even wash my feet, and lay down on the bed. But I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, my whole body filled with excitement. After a while, Mom, probably worried about me, came to check on me. I was lying in bed, lost in thought, when Mom pushed open the door and came in. Seeing that I wasn't asleep, she asked, "Are you alright? I told you not to drink anymore. A little kid like you shouldn't be drinking." I retorted, "What do you mean 'little'? In the old days, 16-year-olds already had children. I'm a man!" Mom laughed, "Do you even know what a man is? You're already calling yourself a man." My mind was still a bit sluggish from drinking, but I really didn't know what a real man was. However, I refused to back down and insisted, "I don't care, I am a man." Mom smiled and said, "Okay, okay, our Chenchen is a real man." Hearing Mom's dismissive tone, I became even angrier.

Seeing my mother sitting on the edge of my bed, wearing only a pair of slightly worn pink briefs and topless, I felt a surge of desire. I thought to myself, "Didn't you say I wasn't a man? I'll do it to you, woman." As the saying goes, alcohol emboldens a man; normally I would never dare to do that. I got up, grabbed my mother's hand, and pulled her down onto me. Holding her half-naked body, I rolled over and pinned her to the bed. My mother was startled and began to struggle slightly. She thought I was just playing around; in those days, only a fool in the countryside would believe in incest, so she didn't struggle very hard. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I forcefully pulled down my mother's panties. My mother began to notice my erratic behavior, grabbing her panties with one hand and pushing against my chest with the other, saying, "Chenchen, what are you doing? Stop it, get off Mommy!" I completely ignored her and continued pulling at her panties. With our desperate struggle, we finally heard a "snap" as my mother's already old panties gloriously fell apart. I then lay on top of her and started taking off my own underwear, tossing it aside and poking around at my mother's genitals. My mother began to struggle violently, gasping for breath... She kept saying, "Chenchen, you've had too much to drink. I'm your mother! Get down, I'm angry!" I retorted, "Didn't you say I wasn't a man? I'll show you what a man I am now!" Then, with one hand on my mother and the other supporting my 18-inch penis, I rubbed it up and down at the entrance of her vagina, searching for the entrance. Finally, with my persistent efforts, I found the entrance. I guided my penis to the position, lowered my waist, and entered a warm place. The moment I entered, my mother's body stiffened, then went limp like a deflated balloon, no longer struggling, just stunned. I took advantage of the moment... At that moment, I deeply inserted my penis into my mother's vagina, then lay on top of her and began thrusting. In my mind, I cried out, "This is what a woman is! It feels so good! I'm finally a man!" Feeling the softness, warmth, and folds of my mother's vagina, I worked even harder. The room echoed with the sounds of "slapping." Perhaps due to the alcohol, my first time lasted a long time, about ten minutes. Later, I experienced a feeling similar to being on drugs, reaching orgasm and experiencing the wonder of a woman. At that moment, in my heart, the woman beneath me wasn't my mother, but simply a woman, someone who could give me such pleasure. The woman who made me a man again—my mother, the one who made me a man again. Only after I ejaculated into her vagina did she stir again. She pushed me off her and said, "Get off me, I want to go home." But as soon as she pushed me, I felt my penis harden again inside her. After all, we're young, and it was her first time, so it's normal for her to recover quickly. Actually, my mother is at an age where she's very sexually active. At 36, she rarely has sex. People in the countryside marry very young, and you can't expect the men in the family to have the energy to cultivate my mother's field after they've finished cultivating the fields. Originally, after I slept with my mother to release my pent-up desires… My mother was caught in a limbo, but being a country girl, women don't usually have orgasms; they're mostly just there for men to release their pent-up desires and for childbirth. Feeling me get hard again, she was somewhat expectant, so she half-heartedly let me continue. Actually, I had a "what the heck" mentality; I'd already done it, so what's one more time? Once you've done it once, it's only natural to do it again. So this time, my mother didn't resist, silently enduring the pleasure from the repeated thrusts of this man, her son, while I continued to experience the softness and pleasure of my mother's vagina. My mother's body, and the way her firm breasts rubbed against my chest—although she wasn't particularly beautiful and her skin was a bit dark, she had a curvaceous figure, so she wasn't entirely without merit. In those days in the countryside, a small bottom was a disadvantage when it came to marriage. This time, I lasted even longer, thrusting hard into my mother's buttocks, wanting to tear them apart. My mother was panting heavily, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, her slightly dark face flushed, her eyes filled with desire. As I increased the frequency of my thrusts, my mother's legs wrapped tighter and tighter, her waist arching upwards with all her might. It made it easier for me to thrust, and then my body stiffened, accompanied by a long groan from my mother. I also felt her vagina contract violently, and the pleasure grew stronger and stronger. Then I ejaculated deep into my mother's vagina again, and then I felt the hot liquid spray onto my glans, giving me a feeling of ascending to heaven. When I came to my senses again, I saw my mother staring blankly at the ceiling, her body still flushed from the orgasm. I rolled over and lay on the bed, and my penis made a "pop" sound when it was pulled out, but my mother didn't move at all. Because I was too tired, I didn't pay attention and fell asleep.

The next day, my mother, who usually gets up early to do housework, woke up early and saw me still asleep because of the previous night's exercise. She was bewildered and reached down to touch her genitals. The pubic hair there was stuck together with dried fluid, and because of the penetration and impact, the pubic hair around her labia was tightly pressed against her inner thighs, leaving her labia exposed with traces of her intercourse with her son the previous day. My mother was filled with confusion. She didn't know what to do. If others found out, she would be beaten to death. She turned to look at her son, who was still fast asleep, feeling helpless. She didn't know how to face her son and her husband in the future. Although her husband didn't care about her at all now, she still had to be a wife. But what happened with her son shouldn't be considered unfaithful, right? After thinking about it for a while, Mom got up. There was so much work to do, she didn't have time to think about these problems. Besides, a village woman wouldn't be able to come up with any solutions. After getting up, Mom went to cook. Dad and her brother had to do farm work early in the morning, which also helped to avoid arousing Dad's suspicion. While cooking, Mom thought that maybe things would just end like this. Her son was going to school in the city and would rarely come home in the future. Thinking of this, her mind wandered back to the feeling she had last time yesterday. "So comfortable, like ascending to heaven," Mom muttered to herself, her slightly dark face turning rosy again. It wasn't until Dad got up and called her that Mom stopped thinking and quickly started cooking.

I slept really well that night. When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. "Thank goodness it's summer vacation," I muttered to myself. I got out of bed and stretched, feeling discomfort in my penis. Looking down, I saw a layer of dried fluid on it, and my pubic hair was matted together. Then I remembered what I had done the day before. I felt a surge of fear. What would I do when I saw my mother? I hesitated to leave my room. Finally, I couldn't hold my pee any longer, so I gritted my teeth, opened the door, and went out. I didn't think about anything else and headed straight for the toilet. But what I feared most was exactly what happened. I rushed into the toilet without noticing anyone was inside. I pulled down my underwear... When I needed to pee, I realized Mom had just gotten up to pull up her pants. It was incredibly embarrassing; we both froze. To make matters worse, my eyes kept glancing at her genitals, and I saw her unwashed area. Looking at that clump of pubic hair, my penis started to throb. When Mom saw my erection, she blushed, quickly pulled up her pants, pushed me away, and ran out. I snapped out of it, looking at my erect penis, feeling both amused and exasperated. "I already didn't know how to face Mom, and now this is it," I thought helplessly. Finally, I managed to pee, pulled up my underwear, and went to wash up. And so began my summer vacation—an awkward one. The awkwardness only intensified when it was just Mom and me at home. So, until I went to school in the city, I never touched Mom again, not even a finger.

I tried to comfort myself by thinking that night was just a spice in life, something to enjoy briefly and not something that could last. But what cat, once it's tasted something, will never forget it? Luckily, I had some self-control and managed to stop thinking about it. However, repression always has its limits, and once it does, it's unstoppable.

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