[My Mother During the Red Years] (My Mother Was a Landlady) Author: Unknown

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My Mother in the Red Years

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 12,000

Chapter 1

My Mother Was a Landlord's Wife Chapter 1 I have never seen my mother. My memory of her is a blank.
Although this blank did not prevent me from growing into a strong man, it is somewhat regrettable.
When I asked my father about my mother. He said she was dead. This was his only
conclusion about her, and every answer afterward was just a repetition of this conclusion. However, his words did not extinguish my curiosity about
my mother . No matter how resolutely she abandoned us, it could not stop my longing for her.
After all, I was born of her! For more than ten years, I have been imagining my mother, imagining her to be
as , yet also very different. As I grew up, my mother's image became clearer and clearer in my mind,
to the point that I often inexplicably ask myself, does my mother exist in my memory or in my imagination
? Or rather, I have even begun to doubt that my mother is dead. This is truly incurable!

My mother, as I remember her, was a mature woman in her thirties, radiant with a full figure. Her fair and
dignified face held a gentle expression, yet also an air of aloof elegance, easily reminding one of
a ripe, golden pear on an autumn tree.

Finally, one day I saw her. It was during a denunciation meeting.
I heard someone shouting, "Bring up the landlord's wife, Jia Meirong!" and someone yelling, "You filthy bitch, look how pretty you are!" I was clearly late. The denunciation meeting
had already begun; the green waves of noise, combined with the shrill screams from the loudspeakers, rose and fell, like clusters of mushrooms sprouting from a forest
, lingering for a long time. My heart was agitated, but I was blocked outside this green barrier,
unable to see anything. I was anxious and fearful, thinking, "I can't fall behind now! As Chairman Mao's
Red Guard , how can I be without revolutionary enthusiasm?" I struggled forward, sideways, craning my neck,
my face flushed. Finally, I squeezed in. The criticism in the meeting was reaching its climax. On a makeshift platform made of wooden planks,
a burly young man in a crisp military uniform waved his arms and shouted, "Whoever criticizes this landlady will be
today's hero!" "Let his son criticize her!" someone yelled. "She abandoned her proletarian husband and
son to become a landlady, let her son criticize her!" At this moment, many people looked at me. I dusted myself off,
stood up timidly, and looked at the suddenly silent meeting hall, not knowing what to do. I wanted to retreat back into the crowd
, but the burly young man had already spotted me, pointed at me and shouted, "It's you, you come up here." I had no choice but to steel myself and walk onto
the platform. The burly young man took my hand and said, "You need to draw a clear line. You're very brave. Please tell me loudly whether you
hate your mother." Then, he held out a red microphone. I felt my legs trembling. I had never
attended such a large meeting before, let alone stood on the podium. I clenched my fists and remembered
a that said, "Comrades! I am Ye Yong from No. 2 Middle School." I hate that landlady! She's not my mother! I
want to fuck her! I heard applause from the northeast corner; those must be the students from No. 2 Middle School! Then the whole audience
burst applause. The imposing young man waved his hand, "Comrades! Revolution isn't a dinner party; it's about bloodshed and sacrifice. To protect
our great leader Chairman Mao, we need millions of good soldiers like Ye Yong, steadfast in their stance and brave in their charges
. Ye Yong is our Red Army's little hero!" With that, he forcefully waved his right hand outwards, and a deafening
roar of applause and cheers erupted from below: "Learn from the little hero! Down with feudalism, capitalism, and revisionism! Fuck the landlady!" I was excited and invigorated by the scene
, and I raised my arm in agreement. Then, I suddenly heard a sharp shout: "Ye Yong, do it!" "

I froze. How could I do this? I looked at this bound, unfamiliar woman. Was she really my mother
? The imposing young man patted my shoulder and said, 'Your time to test you has come. Go forward and strip her clothes off, let
everyone see the true nature of this vile woman.' The woman in front of me had her hands tied behind her back, kneeling on the platform. Her disheveled hair
was piled up on her face, obscuring her features. I thought, 'Could she be my mother?' I circled her twice,
wringing my hands, unsure of what to do. I was conflicted and also a little scared. This was something I had never done before. At this moment,
Green Forest roared: 'Ye Yong, don't hold back, Ye Yong…' The imposing young man reminded me, 'You haven't eaten your…'" "My mother's milk
?" I said she ran away the moment I was born, but I wanted to say that this situation is different now. My mother
is sacred in my heart; no one in the world can compare to her except Chairman Mao. But the woman in front of me is the object of criticism,
the enemy. How can we compare them? This imposing young man has no principles at all. I felt a little proud of myself,
thinking that I was more enlightened than this impeccably dressed young man! But since I had been ordered to do this, I should
obey .

I squatted down and carefully unbuttoned the woman's blouse one button at a time, then pulled the blouse back to her
wrists , as if performing a sacred ritual. I don't know why I did this. Being cautious, as if doing
something noble—yes, having the opportunity to do something for the organization and for Chairman Mao was glorious—but
did this caution itself imply respect for the enemy? This was tantamount to a mistake of principle. Then,
I suddenly and roughly pulled up the woman's vest, and due to the excessive force, I ripped off the front. Then, I
saw the woman's two breasts spring out, like two bull's eyes bulging outwards, staring straight at me. I
reached out and pinched these strange bull's eyes, feeling a strange comfort, like suddenly finding a long-lost object.

I couldn't resist bringing my mouth to them, licking them with the tip of my tongue, and then sucking hard. I took a sip. My throat was empty,
devoid of milk—the biggest difference from my childhood memories. Yet, a faint fragrance seemed to draw me in,
making me reluctant to part my lips. My head spun slightly; I felt as if something was pulling me downwards,
down into the pitch-black night, then slowly rising again towards the blinding white light. The green rustling of the trees and
the sound of the wind filled my ears. I glided freely, unaware of where I was or what I was doing. Perhaps none of it mattered.

I was honored to be received by the commander of the Red Army headquarters. The commander said, "We've discussed it and decided to put you
in charge of supervising and guarding that wretched woman, Jia Meirong. Can you complete the task?"

"Yes!" I snapped to attention, excitedly giving a military salute.

My maternal grandfather was probably a merchant who had made some money during the chaos of war. He wasn't very wealthy, but he didn't want to return to
the countryside. Instead, he married a concubine and bought this house to live in. And this house already existed before he arrived.
So many years. One can imagine my mother slowly growing up in this house, then my maternal grandfather being arrested and
disappearing without a trace , then meeting my father, then my birth and my mother's departure. My father and I
lived together in this house, relying on each other, until he fell ill and passed away. From a young age, I loved to fantasize about being held and carried by my mother,
swimming in her soft embrace. Her breasts were firm and warm, and her nipples were a beautiful purple. My
fingers often played there; it was the earliest joy in my childhood memories. This joy lasted until I was fifteen
, meaning that until I was sixteen, I hadn't enjoyed the pleasure that other children had enjoyed for many years.
By then my fingers had grown long enough to easily grasp a woman's entire breast. Although
it was difficult for anyone to lift me, I still fantasized that she would still hold me and carry me.
When I would excitedly reach out and grab her breasts. Sometimes, it seemed as if I pinched her too hard, and her body would
tremble slightly, and a faint blush would appear on her face. Then I finally grabbed her breast, even though it was
in that place!

In October 1966, I was sixteen years old. Because I had accepted the important task of guarding Jia Meirong at the Red Army headquarters, the school
decided to allow me to graduate a year early. At sixteen, being allowed to
graduate early because of a great political task gave me unparalleled glory; more importantly, I could finally stop going to school and become
a true Red Guard. Leaving school, I threw my schoolbag high into the air and ran
across the streets, not even bothering to go home, running all the way to my house. I saw my mother, Jia Meirong,
who was now my prisoner. At that moment, my mother was sitting in a chair with her hands tied behind her back, glaring at me angrily. She said to me,
breathless , "You scoundrel, I want to eat you alive!" I shouted, "Don't talk nonsense! Revolution
isn't a dinner party!" I was very satisfied with my quick thinking and felt I had acquired the qualities of a
revolutionary . But what should I do next? I stood there thinking for a long time, then suddenly an idea struck me,
and I excitedly ran out, hands raised high.

The whole afternoon was a blur. I found a huge roll of posters and covered all
the walls . On the wall facing my mother, I pasted a portrait of Chairman Mao in the center, with a line
of crooked, handwritten characters below: "Keep an eye on Jia Meirong, protect Chairman Mao." By the time I finished, it was already
dark. I stood in a corner admiring my masterpiece, when suddenly I felt incredibly hungry. I thought,
even need to eat; food is the foundation of life, isn't it? I went out of the house, glancing back at Jia Meirong with a worried look.

My mother, however, was smiling at me.

Night fell. That night, I was finished. I would eventually fall into my own hands.

It was midnight again. Darkness is the garment of evil.

I lay in bed, gathering my courage. I hugged my pillow tightly, as if embracing her delicate waist.
Fantasies unfolded in my mind like dark clouds. I no longer hesitated. I grabbed the front of her cheongsam and
easily tore it open, unlocking her hands from the handcuffs in front of her, and twisting her arms behind her back. I then
forced her to kneel on the floor in front of the chair, kicking off her cloth shoes. In the blink of an eye, all her clothes,
including underwear, were torn from behind and thrown into the corner of the room. I clicked
the handcuffs back on her wrists. I knelt down in front of her, tied her ankles to the two front
legs of the chair with scrap wire, and pulled off her still-wearing white cloth socks. I used a folding knife to cut her remaining underwear and
pulled the shredded fabric out from under her buttocks. My mother cried out in panic, "You little beast, what are you doing?" I
suddenly felt compassion; after all, she was my mother, no matter how much she had wronged me and Chairman Mao. So I gave her
a glass of water that I had already laced with sleeping pills. Exhausted from the day and frightened, she finally fell asleep! I carried her
naked to the bed. Looking at my mother sleeping soundly on the bed, the incestuous instincts hidden deep in my blood stirred again,
and my courage grew... Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, I sincerely thought she was like a
goddess ... And at this moment, I was about to use my own body,
the life that had been conceived through her womb eighteen years ago, to possess and violate her...

After taking off all my clothes, I squatted at the head of my mother's bed and gently stroked her messy
hair. Looking at her gently closed eyes and small lips, I couldn't help but bring my mouth close...

(I kissed her... I kissed her...) I kept screaming in my heart.

My mother's soft lips gave me an unprecedented shock... Like a greedy bee gathering nectar, I kept sucking on
my mother's lips... As I sucked, I smelled the faint fragrance of yogurt emanating from my mother's mouth, my tongue constantly
trying to pry open her tightly closed teeth. This ease of soon being able to do whatever I wanted gave me even greater pleasure
...

My mother's originally tightly closed teeth were finally pried open by me, my tongue passing through those white teeth and touching
my mother's even softer tongue. My mouth greedily attracted the faint fragrance from my mother's mouth, while my hands
began move restlessly over my mother's body...

I mischievously licked her lips with my tongue, looked up at my mother, and found that she was still fast asleep.
Emboldened , I took my mother's entire nipple into my mouth and sucked... My hands were also busy kneading it vigorously...

Gradually, my mother's nipple awakened, standing erect on the areola. Sucking on my mother's hardened
nipple , I became even more excited and greedy, licking both sides back and forth with the tip of my tongue, while
enjoying the waves of pleasure from my mother's breasts as my hands kneaded them...

At this moment, I was truly at the peak of excitement... Finally, I couldn't resist climbing onto my mother's bed,
taking off her only sock, and my hands began to wander to my mother's firm and full mons pubis...

Chapter Two

The next day, I returned home with this dry and hard "pancake" in my pocket. At this moment, my mother was still sitting in the chair with her hands behind her back like an obedient
schoolchild , only her eyes were closed, and her head was slightly tilted to the side of the chair back, as if
she were asleep. I quietly approached her, circled her a few times, and found it very interesting. The scene is easy
to imagine : in a room plastered with red posters, under a dim light, I stand beside my mother,
carefully observing her sleeping posture. The red posters, reflecting the yellow light, seem to float on my mother's face, softening her frozen,
weary smile. Perhaps in my short sixteen years of life, I have never been so close.
I was watching a woman sleep, and now it was just the two of us, no one was watching me. I could
wholeheartedly admire my mother's beauty without any worries about being labeled a class enemy or fearing she might suddenly
transform into a venomous snake and devour me. I was stunned, amazed by the languid beauty of my mother's sleeping form! As a child,
I didn't realize that my astonishment perfectly matched the ancient Chinese tale of "observing a beauty by lamplight," a fortunate experience
in an era where books were scarce. At that moment, a soft, yielding
feeling welled up inside me, and my nose became exceptionally sensitive, catching a faint fragrance. The scent was
so familiar, reminding me of everything that had happened the previous night. I felt my face burning red, and
a sense of pride welled up within me for my feat.

Just then, Mom suddenly woke up. She noticed me staring intently at her chest, my face flushed. This reminded her of
the humiliation she had suffered that day—I had stripped her naked and exposed her to everyone. She was filled with hatred; she wanted to
spit on me, to curse me, but she did nothing. After all, I was her son. She hadn't
eaten a single grain of rice for two days. Perhaps due to hunger, she finally managed a pale smile, and when our eyes
met, she breathed out a weak whisper: "I'm ashamed of you! You little beast!" I jumped aside as if electrocuted,
as if my thoughts had been exposed by Mom. My face flushed red, I said: "Jia Meirong, you mustn't insult revolutionary youth!"

Mom continued to smile that pale smile, silent yet like a thunderbolt, making me tremble with fear.

I liked that kind of smile, but for some reason, I was also afraid of it. It seemed as if a chilling coldness lurked behind
it , making me inexplicably cold all over. In the days that followed, even after I
possessed my mother's body, and even after her hostility towards me eased, she would often wear that bleak smile,
sending a shiver down my spine.

To hide the tremor and unease in my heart, I pulled the dry, hard flatbread from my pocket and shoved it to my mother
's mouth: "Eat it, or I won't be able to explain myself if you die." My mother hesitated slightly, then took a big bite
, almost biting my hand. I jerked my hand back, watching the flatbread wriggle laboriously in my mother's mouth,
its surface contorted in a grimace.

My work was monotonous and tedious every day, revolving around two main issues: food and excretion.

Food was the fundamental issue and relatively easy to solve. I carried four bags of rice and flour from the commune home
, then replaced the lock on the front door with a new Red Guard brand lock. By the time I finished all this, I was drenched in sweat and
utterly exhausted. Hands on my hips, I yelled at my mother, "Jia Meirong, you need to understand the situation. The people are the masters now, and
any schemes you concoct will only lead to your own destruction. From today onwards, you must cook for me. The people are invincible!"

Even so, I wasn't entirely at ease. I found some old wire, looped it around her neck and waist,
freeing only her hands to work. Then I strung the loops together behind her back with a rope, tying the other end to
my own waist.

While my mother cooked, ate, and went to the toilet, I held her with the rope; the rest of the time, I
tied , ensuring she was completely safe. I was quite pleased with myself.

That morning, I sat at the door, contemplating my revolutionary struggle, and drifted into a dream. The bright sunlight shone on my
face, shimmering brilliantly.

I was dreaming, thrilled by my idea of independently carrying out a revolutionary struggle. I thought, wasn't
it precisely established the precious Jinggang Mountains base area for our Party?

I'll struggle against my mother; maybe I can get some useful clues out of that landlady. Then I'll
have done a great service for the Red Army. But then I wonder, what reward will the commander give me if I do?
Maybe he 'll say, "How about I reward Jia Meirong to you?" Rewarding those who have rendered meritorious service is the established rule.
What should I do then? Should I accept it or not? My mother's weary smile flashed before my eyes again, her two large, protruding
breasts seemingly pressing against my lower abdomen. I felt a surge of heat below. I cursed inwardly: "Damn it,
a poisonous snake is biting me! Damn it!"

After lunch, I pulled my mother to sit opposite me and said seriously, "Jia Meirong, you've been doing well these
past haven't you? You should understand that this is the people's favor towards you; you should at least express your gratitude!

" My mother said indifferently, "What's there to say? I only blame myself for not strangling you, you little bastard!"

I was red-faced from the scolding and jumped up and down, yelling, "Jia Meirong, don't insult revolutionary youth!" I rushed forward and
ripped open my mother's coat. With a strength I don't know where I got the power, the wire mesh around the edge tore open.

My mother's breasts were exposed again, trembling slightly, seemingly
defiant .

I said fiercely, "Didn't you say you wanted to humiliate me? We'll humiliate you again today! Think of
how many respectable women your family has trampled on!" My mother smiled bitterly, but I didn't feel humiliated now. "You're my son," she said, "
your mother is waiting for you to nurse. Why don't you come closer?"

I hesitated, then squatted down, trying to bolster my courage. "I want to kiss her," I said. "Revolutionary masses have a reason to rebel. We
're not afraid of anything! We want not only your milk, but also your blood!" Then I grabbed my mother's breasts
and began to suckle. I glanced up at my mother every now and then, but she remained unmoved. I was having a lot of fun,
kissing one, then pinching the other, finding it very exciting. This was something I had never experienced before. When I was little, my godmother breastfed me
, and she never gave him this opportunity. Nursing was fine, but prolonged kneading was absolutely
unacceptable. She would glare at me, then slap my hand away, leaving me crying in terror. I noticed that
my mother 's breasts were different from my godmother's. My mother's breasts were full, delicate, and heavy, while
my godmother's were rough and withered, as sallow as her face. Perhaps this was the most
fundamental . If I had to choose, I would definitely choose my mother. But then I felt I had made
a mistake in my stance. Even the best enemy's things are still sugar-coated bullets; I'd rather have socialist weeds than capitalist seedlings.
Besides, my mother's breasts couldn't produce milk now; they were for the bourgeoisie to see. My godmother's breasts were for nurturing children;
my godmother's were better. I looked up at my mother again, trying to see pain and embarrassment on her face. But
there was none . My mother still smiled wanly, without even a furrowed brow. I suddenly felt wronged, as if I had been
mocked. I lowered my head and bit down hard on my breast. My mother's screams pierced the house, and I finally saw her...
A pained and contorted expression on her face.

That night, I couldn't sleep. I listened next door, but my mother didn't make a sound; she seemed to be sleeping soundly
. I felt a pang of regret for what had happened during the day. Those beautiful breasts, now scarred from my bite—it was truly
regrettable. I remembered the blood had stained her breasts red, and a sense of unease crept over me. Then
I blamed myself, wondering if I had sympathized with a class enemy because she was pretty? Perhaps she was just putting on a show?

Such emotions were the worst possible. I tried to close my eyes, but I still couldn't sleep. My mind was a jumbled mess,
and I couldn't make sense of it. Finally, I decided to go check on her.

I tiptoed to my mother's bedside and could hear her even breathing. Thankfully, she hadn't been
awakened . I gently lifted the covers and looked at her in the dim moonlight. The iron rings around her neck and waist were still there.
Her front was open, her breasts protruding, and her hands were flat at her sides—she remained the same as she had been during the day. Normally
, I would tie her arms and body together when she slept, but today, because she bit my breast, I
couldn't do anything more, so I only tied her with iron rings, tying the other end of the rope to the bed. Now, I noticed that the
bitten breast was covered with a piece of cloth. After hesitating for a moment, I gently lifted it.
The wound, surrounded by four teeth marks, looked like a red moon embedded in the high, white breast, still oozing blood, like
tears flowing from the red moon. I stared at it for a long time, my whole body trembling slightly. A complex emotion
slowly , enveloping me! In the end, I climbed onto my mother's body and did what I had to do!

Chapter Three

I've been thinking about my mother's breasts. I've touched them many times, each time with a different experience and
feeling, swelling my desire, making me feel novel and excited. The first time, at the criticism meeting, I should say I only
touched it , but that was extraordinary. A wisp of floral fragrance emanating from my mother's body
has been resonating in my memory for a long time, and I feel the same dizziness every time I think of it. The second time was a step further.
You see, I kissed it with my lips, greedily and unrestrainedly sucking, using this to provoke my mother. I felt this
was good too. First, the revolutionary struggle had achieved results, striking a blow against the enemy's arrogance; second, I could finally
openly and fearlessly kiss my mother's breasts, fulfilling a dream. I think this is
the benefit of revolutionary struggle! Like the commander and deputy commander, I had both close comrades-in-arms and breasts to kiss.
I understand that I am different from the commander and the others; Jia Meirong and I are not enemies but mother and son. But how
to put it? I think, at least I've managed to balance family ties and womanhood! That's still the same.

Thinking of this, my head started to float again. I felt that simply kissing breasts wasn't enough; I wanted to expand
the revolutionary victory. I thought, "You horny mother, even if you're a demon or a viper, the revolutionary's righteous spirit will overthrow all
demons and monsters. Even if you're a demon, I will subdue you. I definitely won't wait until you're asleep to have sex with you; I want you to watch me have sex with you, and I want you to
have sex with me! Even if you're a viper, I will swallow you whole."

After dinner, Mom said she needed to use the toilet. I waved my hand and decisively said, "Let's go!" It was already
quite dark outside. I walked ahead, hands behind my back, strolling leisurely, while Mom, bound by iron rings, followed behind. We
walked to a spot not far south of the house, where there was a makeshift toilet.

It was surrounded by mud and stone walls over a meter high, with a narrow doorway leading to
a squatting position made of two stone slabs, with a deep pit the size of the toilet itself. I watched Mom go in, feel her way
to the squatting position , pull down her pants, revealing a patch of white skin, and then squat down. I was
certain it was her buttocks.

To get a better look, I went to the doorway, but I still couldn't see clearly. So I said, "Jia Meirong, come
pee here!"

Mom hesitated for a moment, then squatted down beside me. A stream of golden water
shot out from under her, dripping and splashing on the ground, forming a small puddle. Then it
slowly flowed between her legs towards where I was standing, with some foam floating on top. The stream finally
thinned out and started dripping.

I thought Mom was about to get up, but after a while, she didn't. Suddenly
, I heard a "plop" sound. Mom had farted! I saw
a expanding and contracting, her white buttocks trying hard to squeeze out a piece of poop. I was
so excited I almost fainted. Mom, her face flushed, shouted, "What's so interesting about a woman pooping? Get out!" I said, "I
'm afraid you'll commit suicide." I watched with righteous indignation; it thrilled me. My beautiful, fairy-like mother was going to
poop in front of me! I could already smell Mom's fart, even though it was clearly a foul odor.
Finally , a brownish object slowly squeezed out of Mom's anus. I heard Mom make "Oh
... Oh..." sounds. The brownish poop, with a graceful arc, grew longer and longer outside Mom's body
until it finally broke in two. I was completely intoxicated by the increasingly strong smell. The piece of poop
on the ground seemed to still be steaming. I couldn't resist rushing over to kiss Mom's anus. Mom
said, "Give me some toilet paper!" I pulled her up, and she had no choice but to put her pants back on without wiping her bottom!

Back home, I said, "Take off your pants, Jia Meirong, I need to check your butt." Mom said,
"Check my ass! There's poop!" I said, "I just saw something hidden inside. I need to see if it's
intelligence about your collusion with foreign countries. Hurry up and take it off!" Mom suddenly laughed, "Intelligence my foot! You wanted to see it, so go ahead and look."

Mom pulled down her pants and let me feel it, but all I felt was a piece of blood-soaked toilet paper. I waved it in front of
Mom's eyes and said triumphantly, "What's this?" Mom just smiled faintly, "It's menstrual blood." I said, "What
menstrual blood? This is clearly a blood oath between you and foreign enemies. I need to examine it carefully and
report to the organization.

" Mom laughed heartily, "Go ahead and report it; they'll praise you." I said, "Don't laugh!
You'll be sentenced to death! Now I need to feel around and see if there's anything else." Mom had no choice but to wait. A gust of cold wind
blew in through the crack in the door, and she felt shiver. It was already December. I said, "You
put your hands on the stool and stick your butt out! You've put intelligence up your ass!" Mom blushed deeply, trying to
hide her face, while her beautiful buttocks kept wiggling!

I crawled on my knees behind my mother's buttocks. A stench assaulted my nostrils, and I discovered that her anus
was covered in thick, dark hair. "Have you finished looking?" my mother asked. I touched her
anus , and an urge to kiss it welled up inside me. "I'm going to check it with my mouth," I said seriously.

"Bend over and raise your buttocks."

"No... you little rascal, I'm so ashamed..."

my mother said, but she still helplessly bent her upper body down,
raising .

However, I continued to touch her intently. She said impatiently, "I know what you want to do. Stop trembling and
take off your pants !" I blushed and said, "You think I'm afraid? Revolutionaries are fearless. I'm not afraid of you."

So I took off my clothes and stood in front of my mother. Perhaps it was because of the cold weather, or perhaps it was because of a
sudden feeling of fear, but I hugged my shoulders and then saw my mother's smile—a bleak smile. My mother
's smile made me even more uncomfortable, and I trembled all over. I said angrily, "Don't laugh!" I pushed her onto
the bed and pounced on her. The sudden stimulation of the cold bed made my mother flinch. I laughed triumphantly, "
How about that? Scared now!" Excitedly, I stripped off my mother's clothes until only two shiny black wire rings remained. After
doing all this, I paused, unsure what to do. Should I do it to her again? So, I blankly
grabbed her breasts, kneading and kissing them. What would happen after the kisses? I had no idea. I didn't know how she would react.

But my mother had already grabbed me, her thin fingers gripping me painfully. She rubbed me against her lower
body , and I felt pain, itchiness, and despair. I looked up at her helplessly. My mother's eyes were closed, her face expressionless.
My head drooped helplessly, and I greedily licked her nipples with my tongue. My mother's face gradually turned red, and suddenly
she murmured, "It's fine this way, anyway, they're both you and your father." I sat up, and Mom actually
put her mouth and started licking it. A wave of pleasure washed over me.

"Mom!..."

I finally stopped calling her name. Mom seemed excited after hearing this, skillfully licking my big
cock with her tongue. My whole body muscles involuntarily contracted. A warm little mouth was tightly sucking on my shaft,
and a small tongue was licking back and forth on the glans. I couldn't believe it was real. My noble and beautiful mother, whom I had imagined, was actually on
top of me, sucking my penis like a prostitute. My penis was swollen to its limit, big and hard.

I had never experienced anything like this before, and I quickly gave in. "Mom... I... can't take it anymore..."

Mom heard my words and went even faster. Soon, a stream of hot semen shot out. Mom's mouth
didn't leave, and she swallowed every last drop of my semen. I slumped helplessly to the side. Holding my mother's
body I said, "Mom, you're my good mom!"

"No, I'm not your mom, I'm a whore, I'm a prostitute!" My mother's eyes were filled
with tears of grievance, and there were traces of my semen on the corner of her mouth.

Two steel rings were still around her neck and waist! Her naked body trembled incessantly!

"No, you're my mom!" I sat up and hugged my mother in my arms. My mother pushed me away with her hand,
but still sat in my lap!

"Mom, why did you leave me and Dad?"

"Who isn't your father!" My mother calmed herself down, ran her hand through her hair, and
slowly told me her past.

It turned out that my mother had been childhood sweethearts with the county magistrate's son since she was a child. When my mother was eighteen, they got engaged.
On the night of their engagement, they had sex and I was born. But two months later, their hometown was liberated, and my biological
father fled. Her family's farmhand took the opportunity to rape her and force her to marry him. A few months later
, I was born. My mother waited for an opportunity to escape to another town. Unexpectedly, this year someone recognized her and brought her back.

"I thought I was going to die this time, I never expected it to end like this." My mother cried as she told me everything, and I
was in tears.

"Ah, Mom! My dear mother, you've suffered so much, your son is not human, kill me!" I
impulsively grabbed a kitchen knife from the kitchen, knelt down in front of the bed, and handed it to my mother.

My mother grabbed the knife and touched her neck with her hand. I rushed forward and tightly grasped my mother's
hand, snatching the knife away.

"Don't stop me, child, let me die. How can I face anyone!"

My mother hugged me with one arm, forcefully trying to take the knife from me. Seeing my mother so agitated, I
impulsively said, "Okay, Mom, let's die together!"

"Child, no!"

Seeing that I was about to commit suicide, my mother quickly stopped me, snatched the kitchen knife away, and threw it aside. Holding me, she burst into
tears. The two of us cried for a while, then gradually stopped. Only then did I realize that my mother and I were both naked.
My mother had clearly noticed this too; her cheeks were flushed, and her body trembled slightly. She covered her
private parts with her hands, which only made her look more sexy. I turned around, but my penis,
uncooperatively stood tall and hard in front of my mother.

I stammered, "Mom, what should I do?"

My mother was eighteen years older than me. She hesitated for a moment and said softly, "Child, do you love your mother?"

"Of course I love my mother!"

"Since that's the case, child, many principles in this world are actually lies. Like
what happened between your father and me, since people think we shouldn't do things, the more we do them, the more we betray this world,
because it betrayed us first!"

"Mom, you mean...?" I looked at my mother in confusion.

"What a silly son! You don't even understand this? I'm asking you, were you comfortable just now?" My mother looked at me with a blushing
face and asked slowly.

I immediately understood what my mother meant. I went up and hugged her slender waist, put my mouth to her ear,
and whispered, "Mom, you're so good. I swear, I will make you very happy.

" My mother placed her hand on my lower body, her voice trembling, and said, "Thief, do you know, I used to
call you Thief. You were stolen from your father by your mother." I said, "Mom, then can I call you Rong'er?

You are my good Rong'er!" "[You say such nice things, why don't you do anything?]" my mother said shyly.

I looked at my beautiful mother and unfastened the steel rings on her body. Her legs were spread apart, full of longing.
—Her unprecedented desire made her pubic hair stand on end. And that slit was opening wider and wider,
glistening liquid flowing from within—ah, what a wonderful place!

Her eyes were half-closed, her uncontrollable desire making her beautiful. Yes, I found the most beautiful
place to be her—it was so vivid, like spring arriving on a frozen, hardened
desert ; and her taut legs; even her flushed face was ten times more beautiful than usual.

I lay on my mother's curvaceous body, gazing at her radiant, blushing face, feeling that
she was even more radiant and captivating tonight. Her nipples trembled slightly with her soft breaths, her alluring eyes were narrowed to slits, as if telling of
her tender feelings, and her sensual, bright red lips were slightly parted, awaiting my embrace and kiss. Her naked body lay
beneath me, but I remained calm and didn't rush to mount her. My large penis and her lower body were already partially joined.
My mouth sealed her sexy red lips, and the head of my penis lingered on the outside of her vulva like a dragonfly skimming the water, rubbing against her labia minora, causing her vulva to become wet and leak a lot of lustful fluid. My hands were also kneading and kneading
her plump breasts . My mother couldn't resist my torment. After all, she hadn't been with a man for sixteen years, and the previous few nights had been done without her knowledge . So, her large, plump buttocks actively swayed and thrust, trying to insert my large penis into her vagina to relieve the itch. But every time she thrust, I pulled back, maintaining the position of my penis head swirling and moving around her labia minora. My mother cried out, "Ah... itchy... so itchy... you... you... are wicked... hurry... hurry... put... your... big penis ... into... my... vulva... give... me... comfort... my... vulva..." "My pussy...it's so itchy..." Mom complained about my torment, her pleading eyes begging me pitifully. Her hips swayed, her plump buttocks shaking, revealing the hunger of her little pussy. Under my arousing movements, she abandoned all shame and grasped my large penis with her hand, pleading, "Ah...ah...Mom can't...take it...quickly... put it in...my little pussy...don't...torture...Mom...my little...pussy...is...going...too itchy...to die ..." I suddenly had a bad thought and asked Mom, "Mom, what do you want me to do?" "I...want you to fuck me!" "I'm your son, why are you using such awful words? Change the word!" "Fuck me." "Change the word!" "Fuck me." "Change the word!" "Trick me." "Change the word again ." "Fuck me to death !" "Change the word !" "Fuck me to death!" " Change the word!" "Mating with me . " "Change the word!" " Having sex with me. " "Change the word!" " Kill me! " "Change the word!" "Trick me to death!" " Change the word!" "Do revolutionary work with you." "Yes, it's about doing revolutionary work with me." I finally found a balance between the revolution and my mother. My mother's high-pitched, sweet cries sounded like celestial music to my ears. My mouth kissed her full nipples, teasing her until she was extremely excited. I kept kissing the ripe red cherries on her two breast buds. The passionate stimulation shook her heart again again. My mother could no longer control her reason and was about to masturbate excitedly. I put her two pink legs on my shoulders, placed a pillow under her full, plump buttocks, making her already full, plump, hairy little hole even more prominent. I held my big cock, dipped it in the lustful fluid flowing from her little hole, pressed it against her hot labia, and thrust my buttocks hard. With a "whoosh!" sound, I thrust my big cock into my mother 's little hole four or five inches. Unexpectedly, Mom cried out, "Ouch... Thief... Slow... Slow down... Mom's... pussy... hurts so much... Your big cock... is too... thick... Wait... Wait until Mom's... wet... is... lubricated ... Then... Then..." Seeing Mom's cries of pain, although my big cock felt incredibly good being gripped by her plump pussy, I didn't dare to recklessly ravage her. So I changed to a grinding motion, slowly twisting my hips, letting my big cock rotate inside her pussy. Mom was aroused by my gentle movements, her desire surging, and she moaned and cried out in a dreamlike state: ?? "Ah!... thief ...oh...dear husband...mother's...good son...you...use...harder...a little ...it's okay...ah...yes...that's it...oh...oh...grind...grind...there ...right there...it's so...itchy...oh...oh...harder...a little...ah... ah..." Following her instructions, I twisted my hips, thrusting my big cock left and right, up and down, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily . Mother also lifted her big buttocks, making her little fat hole and my big cock fit together more tightly, and she cried out lewdly, "Ah...harder...fuck...dear husband...fuck...mother to death..." "...I feel so...so good...Mom...can't...hold...it...I'm going to...come...come... ah--Long live the revolution--Long live the son!" Hearing my mother's shouts, I became even more excited, my movements faster and deeper, until her juices flowed continuously, her flower core deep inside her vagina tightly gripping my large glans. My mother was covered in fragrant sweat, her cherry lips slightly parted, her beautiful face displaying a blissful expression of sexual satisfaction, moaning, "Ah... Mom...good...thief...you...you're so...amazing...big cock...again...about to ...die...Mom...oh...my dear son...my little...husband...you...have really revolutionized... Mom...my...life...my...water...has...flowed...dry...how... haven't...come yet...my...darling...Mom...please...quickly... shoot...your...semen...into...Mom's...little...hole...my...little...rascal...you...do ... "...Go...Mom...I'll be...fucked to death...by you...oh...oh..." My big cock, after a night of intense lovemaking, was throbbing and aching. I thrust a few more times, penetrating deep into my mother 's pussy. Her clitoris sucked on my cock like a baby nursing, and then...a wave of intense pleasure...

In the middle of the night, "Pfft! Pfft!" he ejaculated a thick stream of semen into her womb, then lay on her delicate body,
both of them trembling and tightly entwined, floating into a blissful state.

From then on, my mother and I devoted all our energy to our nighttime revolutionary work. We
were obsessed with our work, tirelessly working day and night, as if all the days were for the sake of the night. In my daze,
I even vaguely felt that this was the fruit of the revolution! What were revolutionaries fighting for? Wasn't it to fight
capitalism and criticize revisionism and rush into communism? With inexhaustible food and clothing, what else did people need? Wasn't
it just to have the woman they loved? And now I had no worries about food or clothing, and I had
the woman I loved. I could do revolutionary work every day, so I could be considered to have entered communism! It turns out that a great goal
can be so simple. I couldn't help but feel proud of myself.

My mother gently said from the side, "What are you laughing at?" I looked at her and nodded happily, "I've entered
communist society!"

[The End]

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