Making the best of a bad situation

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I decided to run away from home because I felt like an unwanted person there. My stepmother's fierce gaze and my father's indifferent expression gave me a reason to leave. Before leaving, I took eight thousand yuan from home and a photograph of my mother. I didn't like calling my birth mother "Mom"; it reminded me of that obese stepmother. The only photograph of my mother was taken after I was born; she was very beautiful. Big eyes, an oval face, her hair styled in the fashionable way at the time, wearing a white dress with a pretty bow in her hair, like a recent graduate. My mother had a shy, delicate, and charming expression on her face that I had never seen on anyone else. Yes, my mother was only seventeen that year, working as a nanny at my grandfather's house after he had just returned to work. I was born from her affair with my father. Three months after I was born, my grandfather kicked her out to a small rural village in Northeast China—Mengjiatun. She should be thirty-five years old this year. I decided to go find her.
After much searching, I finally found the small mountain village using the map. Lured by a hundred yuan, the village chief believed I was a young volunteer conducting research in the countryside and arranged for me to stay at an old man's house. The old man was single and lived in the south room of a large courtyard. A lonely mother-in-law and daughter-in-law lived in the east room. Everyone called her Third Sister-in-law. I always felt she resembled my mother, but I didn't want to acknowledge her. As the saying goes, "It's easy to be a lonely woman, but hard to pass forty."
Although Third Sister-in-law was in her thirties, she was very well-maintained, with black hair, a fair complexion, red lips, delicate eyebrows, and bright eyes. She had a graceful figure and was quite assertive. The villagers said she had many illicit relationships, and I couldn't connect her with my mother. So I decided to observe her more.
That evening, Third Sister-in-law came into the room, half-naked. A small floral bib barely concealed her breasts or belly. She plopped down on my bed and asked me coquettishly.
"Brother, where are you from? Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No, Xincheng." I blushed, looking flustered, and gave a random place name.
"Busy, can't find time to feast my eyes."
"Then why don't you come over to your sister-in-law's house for a while?"
"Busy, can't find time." My face turned bright red, clearly a lie. "
Brother, it's obvious you're not telling the truth." My sister-in-law's face fell, like a wronged girl. "You know your sister-in-law loves scholars. Don't you like your sister-in-law?"
"I like her, and I have no problem with you."
"Then come to my house with your sister-in-law." My sister-in-law grabbed my hand, and I followed her to the east room, my face still red. As soon as I entered, my mind went blank. In the center of the main room hung a picture of my mother. Could my sister-in-law be my mother? I didn't dare to think further, and I pulled away from my sister-in-law's hand, running back to my room, the sound of her scolding echoing behind me!
Chapter 1 Since the day my third sister-in-law came to see me, she hadn't come to visit. I learned from the old landlord that she had indeed worked as a nanny in the city where I lived when she was young. After returning, she became dissolute. It seemed she really was my mother, which made me both laugh and cry. One morning, my mother went to the fields, and I secretly went to the east room, wanting to find something to prove my mother's identity.
I entered the east room, opened the drawer of the kang (heated brick bed), and first smelled a strong scent of face cream. Then, I saw a white gauze handkerchief in the drawer. At that time in the countryside, gauze handkerchiefs were still rare items; girls were reluctant to wear them on their heads, keeping them in their most private places, admiring them alone. Seeing this handkerchief, I felt as if I were seeing my mother's body, and I couldn't help but feel excited. Unconsciously, I grabbed it in my hand. As if touching my mother's breasts, my heart began to pound wildly, and my lower body swelled. I held the gauze scarf to my nose and smelled it deeply. I felt like I was doing something shameful, and I was terrified yet deeply moved. Then
, I was about to put the scarf back when the old lady suddenly came in and said, "What are you doing here?"
In my panic, I didn't know what to do. I quickly stuffed the scarf into my pocket and hurriedly said, "Nothing, I... I'm looking for scissors."
The old lady looked at me suspiciously, and I hurriedly took out the scissors from the drawer. The old lady stayed in the east room for a long time. When my mother came back, she smiled at me and went inside. I was uneasy, wondering if the old lady had said something to her. I wanted to return the scarf, but there wasn't a chance right now. That
night, I lay in bed, waiting for the old man to fall asleep. Then, I quietly took out the scarf, held it to my nose, and smelled it for a long time, pressing it against my face. My heart was pounding, and my whole body felt like it was on fire. All of my mother's feminine features seemed to be displayed to me through this veil: her breasts, her hands, her navel, every alluring part of her full womanhood. I couldn't control myself; I tucked the veil into the blankets and placed it on my penis.
The soft texture touched my penis, and it quickly heated up, giving me an indescribable pleasure. I wrapped it tightly around my penis, savoring the indescribable stimulation, a real, unprecedented stimulation. I knew it was shameful, especially knowing that my third sister-in-law was my mother. I sweated because of it, but I couldn't help it. I could only let the veil cling even tighter to my lower body. I could hear the veins of passion swelling, and in my imagination, my mother was talking to me, her body pressed against mine. Before long, in a moment when I felt my whole body about to jump, I exhaled.
The next day, when I saw my mother, I quickly looked away, my heart still pounding, as if my mother knew what I had done the night before. While my mother was out, I slipped into the east room. The neighbor's two children were playing with pebbles on the floor and ignored me. I went over, opened the drawer of the kang (heated brick bed) drawer, pulled a pre-prepared gauze scarf from my pocket, and haphazardly stuffed it inside.
Just as I closed the drawer, I heard my mother's voice coming in. I squatted down, snatched a handful of pebbles from the child's hand, and the child burst into tears. My mother seemed a little surprised to see me. She came over to comfort the child and squatted down beside me. The strong smell of face cream I had smelled all night immediately hit me, making me stop breathing. I didn't dare linger. Like a guilty thief, I hastily made up an excuse and jumped away, my limbs trembling.
When I calmed down outside, I remembered something: Oh my god, there was still my semen on that gauze scarf! I should have washed it off, but I forgot, and it was still in my mother's drawer. In my panic, I couldn't concentrate on my book. I was lost in thought, and all day long, I kept thinking about that one thing. The thought of what would happen if my mother found out terrified me, sending chills down my spine.
That evening, my husband and I usually ate in the outer room outside the main house, but tonight I didn't dare go over. My mother called to me, "Let's eat, young man. Didn't you feel hungry yesterday?" She smiled at me; her smile was beautiful. When others smiled, they looked less attractive than usual, but hers was more beautiful than ever.
But I had something on my mind today and didn't dare look at her. I just said, "Auntie, please don't call me 'young man' anymore. You're much older than me!"
"Oh, you're only a little over ten years older! Come out with me now, let them see. I'd like to acknowledge you as my older brother!"
My mother continued to tease me, grabbing my hand. I flinched and pulled my hand away. My mother exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, you're quite strong! Okay, fine, I'm older than you. You're my son's generation, alright?"
I so wanted to tell her I was her son, but deep down I felt that if I admitted it, I would lose more than I would gain. I didn't know why. But I remained silent. Seeing I didn't move, Mother seemed a little angry and said, "You damn ungrateful wretch! Help me hoe the field tomorrow. Remember that!"
She then casually grabbed me, seemingly unintentionally, and walked away grumbling.
Chapter Two: The next day, I got up very early to hoe the field with Mother. It was my first time holding a hoe to loosen the soil. It seemed simple, but it was actually very difficult. You had to be careful with the method and work under the scorching sun. The soil was large and hard. We hoeed and hoeed, and after several attempts, we finally managed to dig a hole. Mother laughed heartily, snatched my hoe from me, and I sat down on the edge of the field, feeling embarrassed. I rested, watching Mother's strong and beautiful back... After
a while, Mother finished hoeing and came over to sit beside me.
She kept asking me questions, but I couldn't answer a single one out of ten. My mother, feeling too hot, had taken off her polyester shirt, leaving her only in a small, red vest she'd sewn herself, embroidered with pretty flowers. Half of her fair, full breasts were exposed, revealing a large, vividly painted mole. Her ample arms, standing out against the rough plains, created a striking contrast, representing everything about a woman and evoking a deep sense of tenderness. Suddenly, my mother reached out and began unbuttoning my shirt. She said, "Hey, Xiaoyong, if you're hot, take it off. Why are you so stubborn?"
I quickly said, "No, I'm not hot."
My mother laughed like a trembling cherry blossom, "Oh dear, you're practically boiling over! And you say you're not hot?"
Without another word, she unbuttoned my collar. I hurriedly took mine off myself, afraid of her touching me again. When I took off my clothes, I was sweating even more. Mother took something out to wipe my sweat, but I couldn't move. I could only obediently let her do as she pleased, because even though I didn't see it, I knew it was that white gauze handkerchief. After wiping my sweat, Mother used it to wipe her own face, smiling at me. Suddenly, she said, "Look at you, so silly?"
The teasing in her eyes was so clear, and the allure emanating from her body was so irresistible. When Mother leaned in again, one hand stroking my back and the other wiping my sweat, I couldn't control myself anymore. I grabbed both her hands and pressed them tightly against my lower body.
Mother was stunned for a moment, then glanced at me, let out a soft hum, and lay in my arms. She closed her eyes, waiting for my kiss. I just felt an unbearable urge in my body, but I didn't dare to make any move. After all, she was my mother!
Mother waited for a long time, but there was no movement. She opened her eyes and saw me biting my lip tightly, clearly on the verge of tears.
"What's wrong?"
my mother asked. Overwhelmed with emotion and helplessness, I couldn't utter a word. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I threw myself into my mother's arms and burst into tears. My mother, momentarily bewildered, held me, gently patting my back and softly stroking my hair, like she was soothing a baby to sleep after breastfeeding. I told her everything that had happened at home, especially how my stepmother had called me a bastard and how my father had beaten me. But I didn't tell her that I had found my own mother, that she was my mother.
My mother wept with me, saying, "Xiaoyong, I knew you were suffering." She continued, "That little slut, she doesn't love such a good son like you, and she still tries to harm you! I wish I had met her, but if I had, I would have torn her to shreds!"
A torrent of curses followed. I nestled against my mother's chest, overcome with passion, and gently touched her. She giggled and said, "Xiaoyong, do you like me?"
My face flushed crimson. She said, "Xiaoyong, you've never kissed a woman before, have you?"
She pulled me close, pressing me against her chest and kissing my hair. I slipped my hand under her vest and touched her, and she leaned in to kiss me.
This was the first time in my life I'd ever kissed a woman, and it was my own mother. I longed for it, but I didn't know what to do. How I desired my mother's full lips! But I held them captive, unable to move. When her tongue approached, my own tongue tried to retreat. I felt a surge of heat, but I dared not move forward; the distance between us prevented me from touching her body. Finally, she lay down, letting me lie on top of her. I hesitated, then held her tightly, unsure what to do next.
She said, "Take it off!"
gesturing for me to remove her vest.
She said again, "Hurry up, take it off!" and wanted me to untie her belt. I looked at my mother's voluptuous body, completely naked, displayed before me in broad daylight, and she almost died just to show it to me. I forgot to take off my own clothes, and I dared not, because my lower body was already soaking wet. At that moment, I was terrified that anyone would know what I was thinking, especially that my mother wouldn't find out. Finally, my mother said to me, half-stunned with fear, "Don't be shy, what's there to be shy about? Nobody's around. Come on, I'll teach you."
While guiding me, she asked, "Does my mouth smell good?"
"Yes."
"Then suck hard, yes, hard, it's okay, I'm not afraid of pain."
But the more she said that, the less I dared to do it; I felt unbearably hot all over. When I learned how to kiss, ah, so this is what a woman's tongue is like! The taste is indescribable! I couldn't let go any longer, sucking and licking for a long time. Finally, my mother cried out, "You little rascal, I'm going to bite you to death!"
I couldn't resist touching my mother's lower body. Just then, I heard the mooing of a cow in the distance. My mother grabbed me, quickly put on her clothes, and said, "Let's get to work!"
After work, I couldn't stop thinking about my mother's mouth, her indescribably wonderful tongue. My mother made a promise with me: "Come to the main room tonight, I'll leave the door open for you."
Thinking about what would happen tonight, my lower abdomen trembled, and I couldn't even swallow my dinner. As soon as it got dark, I hoped that my husband would fall asleep quickly. But my husband, who usually snores as soon as his head hits the pillow, said he wasn't feeling well tonight and refused to fall asleep. Finally, when he fell asleep,
I quietly went to my mother's door, only to find it locked! I shook my head and went back to my room!
Chapter Three. A few more days passed. I thought my mother had changed her mind, and I felt ashamed, so I stopped thinking about it and avoided her whenever possible.
That night, I lay down on the kang (heated brick bed), half-asleep, when I heard a creak as someone opened the door.
I thought it was the old man and didn't pay much attention. After a while, I heard the sound of clothes being taken off, and then I smelled that familiar scent of face cream. I was startled. Before I could even open my eyes, I felt the blanket being pulled back, and a soft body slipped inside. In the darkness, I was about to call out, "You?"
when her full lips were already pressed against mine. At the same time, I heard my mother's voice: "Don't shout. I'm just your third sister-in-law, you know?"
As she spoke, she impatiently pressed her naked body against mine, her large breasts against mine. I could feel her body trembling. Instantly, I was aroused. I grabbed it, kissed it, and smelled it. My mother's mouth found mine, sucking on my tongue and guiding my passion towards her.
My whole body felt like it was on fire. I grabbed my mother's round, creamy buttocks, straining with all my might to release my youthful passion. But this was the first time, and I didn't know how to find that certain, definite source of emotion; I just couldn't find it.
In desperation, I gripped my mother even more fiercely, trying to express myself with my tongue, searching, squeezing her white, soft breasts with my muscles. I couldn't hold back any longer, and with a series of heartfelt cries, a stream of semen shot from my penis, splattering onto my mother's thighs.
"Oh, silly boy, you can't do anything! You can't even find your pussy!" My mother giggled, lying down and grasping my penis, rhythmically sliding it up and down, instantly reigniting my passion. Then she said, "Boy, don't waste this time!"
She made me lie on top of her, kissing my face with her large breasts. She then took my penis in her hand and placed it in her most intimate place. I thrust hard, all the way in. I began to slowly thrust in and out, one stroke at a time. This was the first time in my life that I had inserted my large penis into a woman's vagina. The warm and tight feeling was so much more pleasurable than when I masturbated with my mother's gauze.
I thrust and pounded like a wild horse galloping across the plains, concentrating all my strength on my penis, fucking and pounding recklessly. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I finally cried out!
"My God! I'm going to... I'm going to ejaculate..."
Mother probably didn't hear what I said clearly? She quickly covered us both with the blanket, and from inside, she also let out loud, joyful cries. We both reached that blissful world at the same time! So we lay quietly, serene in the sweet weariness of body and mind, the moonlight still shining outside the window. I felt like a fairy flying around.
Suddenly, I couldn't help myself and jumped up to put on my clothes. Mother looked at me with surprise, and I said to her, "Get up, I have something to tell you!"
Mother obediently put on her clothes. I took Mother's hand and walked out of the yard to a dark patch of ground.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Mother looked at me with a coquettish smile.
"Don't call me brother!" At that moment, I had an urge to tell her that she was my mother. But for a moment, I didn't know how to start!
"Ah, what's wrong? Did I not feel comfortable taking care of you?" Mother asked me in confusion.
I suddenly felt annoyed and shouted, "Do you know who I am?"
My mother, equally impatient, yelled angrily, "Who are you? What's it to you? Are you my son or something?!"
"I...I am your son!" I sighed, squatting down and crying.
"What? You're my son?" My mother's face turned deathly pale!
"You're Lang Qing's son?" My mother grabbed me and asked.
"Yes!" I lowered my head, waiting for her scolding.
"I'm your illegitimate child."
"No wonder, you look so much like him!" My mother murmured. She slowly slumped to the ground. I sat beside my mother, unsure what to do. After a long silence, my mother finally spoke.
"How have you spent these past eighteen years?"
I thought the mother-son relationship between us was a barrier that needed careful repair to overcome, to truly connect with each other. And the first step was to familiarize myself with and understand what had accumulated over those eighteen years. As I spoke, my mother cried. Although I spoke in a calm, low voice, trying to downplay the situation and avoid the main issues, as if nothing had happened, my mother clearly couldn't shake the shame of incest. She covered her eyes with her hands, leaning against a roadside tree, sobbing. I knew where her pain lay, so I deliberately recounted how I had been abused by my stepmother and scolded by my father.
She was clearly thinking of her son's fate during their long separation; her heart was breaking, and tears streamed down her face. How broad a woman's heart can be!
Especially since she wasn't a chaste widow. Her son had come from a cold family, harbored passionate feelings for her, and loved her—what more could she ask for? Any restraint or shyness she might have felt knowing I was her son was long since dispelled by my story.
Especially when she realized that her own actions contributed to my misfortune, she stopped trembling, stopped being shy. A uniquely feminine quality stirred within her a solemn, tragic love, a sense of responsibility, and a passionate dedication. She knew what she had to do.
My mother wiped away her tears and said to me in an unyielding tone, "Come, let me tell you about it again!"
Moonlight streamed down her shoulders. Ah! How captivating she looked! In her thirties, she possessed that unique spirit and clarity characteristic of rural women, evident in her slightly aged yet still beautiful face. How fortunate I was to have all of this; my heart was overjoyed.
"How much you've suffered, my child!" my mother murmured, her voice choked with emotion, like a loving mother comforting a child in distress. Then, she finally acted like a mother: she quickly opened her coat, untied her delicate, small bodice, gently lifted my head, and said softly, "Here you go, my child. You're tired, rest a while."
She took my other hand and placed it against her chest, then pulled her coat up, burying my head completely in her bosom. I was proud of my mother's composure and openness, and moved by her compassion. I gently suckled at her nipple! My mother stroked my hair and cheeks, kissed my forehead and eyes, expressing her love for me in her own way!
I obediently nestled against her, fully enjoying her love in this world of tenderness and warmth. In my excitement and trembling, I almost lost consciousness! Time should have stopped! Life should have stopped! This moment of happiness was enough to offset all the suffering of my life!
"Mother... I'm home!" Hearing my indistinct exclamation, my mother smiled with relief, tears welling in her eyes!
"Now, let's go to the river, okay?" she whispered in my ear, "I want you to be more comfortable."
I smiled knowingly and nodded.
By the river, under the hazy shadows of the trees, there was a gently sloping, clean, and comfortable sandy beach.
I picked up my mother and slowly walked towards it, step by step. Suddenly, some force lifted us up; it was miraculous, my legs no longer needed support, and we floated up. My arms were outstretched, my body and mind so free. I put my mother down, then clung to her like ivy, embracing her and swimming freely, whispering my love in her ear.
"Mother, are you happy?" I asked softly.
"I'm happy," my mother murmured, as if in a dream. "We are the happiest people in the world."
"Me too!" I murmured.
"No, I want to give you heavenly happiness too."
My mother rolled over, pressing me beneath her, and with each rise and fall, she led me into paradise!
That night, the azure river flowed gently, shimmering with a clear, soft light. Water plants and willows danced, as if blessing us, while nameless birds chirped love songs. In the distance, countless lights from small houses flickered and drifted, like scattered starlight. In this beautiful world, we rose and fell gently with the river's ripples; everything was natural and beautiful.
[The End]

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