Mom accompanies her to study and sleep.

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Author: Zhang Yuefei
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It's been over a year since I was reborn. Life has passed quietly, perhaps only my more composed demeanor remains
unchanged.

I used to read many novels where the protagonist, after being reborn, seizes every opportunity to soar to great heights. I don't have that
ability; I'm just an ordinary person. I went to university, passed the civil service exam, married an ordinary wife, and
live the mundane life of a civil servant.

Novels, movies, and American TV series occupy most of my life.

When I was first reborn, I also thought about my future path. I don't have any cheat codes, and I don't remember lottery numbers—I
can't imagine what kind of bored person would bother memorizing lottery numbers.

I don't follow the stock market; I only know that Apple and Taobao are very powerful.

Housing prices will continue to rise, there will be periods of weakness, but overall the trend is still upward.

After careful analysis, I only found one piece of information that could make me rich:
several pieces of submerged wood were buried in a muddy depression east of my hometown. Old Cui sold the wood and not only built a house in the village, but also
bought his son a car and a house in the county. The exact amount of money involved remains a mystery.

Fortunately, it won't be unearthed for several years, giving me ample time. My main task now is studying;
I'll be taking the college entrance exam next year, and my true path is to get into a prestigious university.

At first, I didn't understand the importance of attending a top university, assuming everyone was the same. However, at our ten-year high
school reunion, after comparison, everyone agreed that graduates from better schools tend to be more successful. This
isn't just about income, but more importantly, quality of life and connections.

The festive atmosphere in the countryside is much stronger than in the city. After the lively Spring Festival, I rushed back to school, as it's the second semester
of my senior year, and school starts especially early.

My cousin praised me when he visited my grandparents for the New Year, saying that if I can maintain this momentum for the next six months,
I have a good chance of getting into a top university.

Although several people from the village have already gone to university, most have only attended ordinary universities, with the best being second-tier colleges.

With my uncle's advice and the whole family's support, my mother decided to rent a place near the school to be a stay-at-home mom.

In Chongqing, this practice of accompanying students to their studies is nothing new; it had become rampant several years ago.

The best time to rent is right after the college entrance exams, when there are plenty of vacant rooms, but finding a
decent is incredibly difficult.

After searching all day, my mother finally
rented .

For the first few days, I continued to stay in my dormitory. My mother asked my father, who hadn't yet gone out to work, to bring the bedding,
pots, and pans to the county.

Since the landlord only provided a bed, a desk, and a ceiling light, my parents
busied themselves buying an induction cooker, a rice cooker, a desk lamp, and other miscellaneous items.

When I returned, the small room was completely full: a bed, a desk, a square table, a small
wardrobe, and only a few square meters of empty space—just enough to walk around in.

Afterwards, I moved my books and blankets from the dormitory to the small room and started living with my mother as a study companion. Life was regular and
simple . My mother would get up at six in the morning to make breakfast, and after I ate, I would go to class before seven. My mother would then take a nap, get up,
buy groceries, and prepare lunch.

Evening self-study at school was optional, so I chose
to study in the rented room, where it was quieter.

Usually, I would do problems under the desk lamp while my mother sat on the bed knitting. I loved this atmosphere. My

youthful body, mature logical thinking, and correct learning methods allowed me to master high school knowledge
very well. In the second half of the semester, there wasn't much new material to learn; my main focus was on review—second round of review, third round
of review…

Thanks to my previous experience, I knew exactly how to proceed. Last semester,
I had already completed one round of review, creating a detailed study plan. Now, I'm reviewing the basics
again , working through past college entrance exam questions, and preparing an essay on integrity. Haha, I know the essay topic! I even
remember the key to solving that crazy physics problem at the end—these are memories that are slowly being awakened during my review process.

After doing three sets of practice questions, my lower back ached. Normally, I would go for a run on the track, but living
in difficult. Then I remembered the aphrodisiac horse stance exercise the old Chinese medicine doctor taught me years ago. Thinking back, it's funny
how I was so unrestrained after getting married, and then problems arose, so I went to see the old doctor.

I remember he taught me scrotum massage, lower back massage, "drumming the heavenly drum," stimulating the Shangyang acupoint on the index finger, and
the aphrodisiac horse stance exercise.

This aphrodisiac horse stance exercise sounds impressive, but it's just a regular horse stance, focusing your mind on the Yangguan acupoint.

Now I'm seventeen, and with the holidays I help my grandparents with farm work, my body is in excellent shape, far
superior to the obese body I developed from sitting in an office.

I told my mom, found a slightly spacious spot near the door, did a set of
calisthenics , and then did the old doctor's exercises, except for the scrotum massage, which was a bit lewd and not suitable for doing outdoors.

As for the horse stance, it's purely a matter of hard work, emphasizing accumulation. You have to practice it every day, and
only after a month will you feel more energetic walking, increased appetite, and so on.

After practicing these twice, my whole body felt warm, and even the cold winter night didn't bother me.
I estimated it would take half an hour, then I went back to continue doing practice problems. I did this for an hour or so, working on problems for a while, and soon
it was eleven o'clock.

My mother and I snuggled in bed, my nose filled with her feminine scent.
Although sleeping together on a single bed wasn't very spacious. Fortunately, the elm bed the landlord gave us
was wider than the single bed I slept on in my dorm.

I hugged my mother's waist, pressed close to her, breathing in her fragrance, feeling very peaceful, and soon
fell asleep.

Life was peaceful and fulfilling. A person doesn't have many opportunities in their life to have such time and energy to devote themselves
wholeheartedly to one thing, and the college entrance examination was undoubtedly one of them.

Two months flew by. In the midst of my rapid growth spurt, coupled with my mother's daily feasts of meat and fish,
and my own year-long consistent exercise, I've grown significantly larger, both in width and height.

Now, at 1.8 meters tall, I can easily hug my 1.6-meter-tall mother. She always says
she used to suffer from being cold-sensitive, often waking up chilly in the winter nights, but since sleeping with me, she's been warm every day.

After completing three rounds of review and working through past college entrance exam questions twice, the weather isn't so cold anymore, and I'm preparing...
I woke up early, and the time in between was enough to get some exercise. Actually, I'd told my mom a long time ago to wake
me up earlier, but she always said she hoped I could sleep in and never agreed. I'm at that age where I love to sleep in, and I
can't wake up on my own unless she wakes me.

Afraid she'd continue to refuse, I didn't set an alarm, but before bed I kept telling myself, "I'll get up early tomorrow morning,
I'll get up early tomorrow morning.

" This method comes from a psychology book I read, which mentioned the workings of the subconscious,
including this kind of self-suggestion. It gave the example of telling yourself you have something to do tomorrow

and need to get up early, which usually works. My uneventful days were disrupted by this practice. I woke up very early, and when I checked the time, it was
only five o'clock. I didn't dare get up immediately, otherwise I'd definitely get scolded if I woke my mom. So I lay flat on my back, with my mom
's arm around me and her thigh draped over mine, clinging to me like an octopus.

About ten minutes later, I faintly heard the alarm clock ticking next door. I assumed it was
the brother and sister getting up, and was even admiring their diligence compared to mine when I suddenly heard a woman's
moans and the creaking of the bed. As a former "experienced driver," I immediately understood
what was happening.

I didn't know the brother and sister next door well; we were just acquaintances who greeted each other when we met. My only impression of them was that the sister had a large bust; I'd seen
her in a tight sweater, her breasts prominently displayed, probably a D cup. As for her brother, he wasn't particularly noticeable—quite thin, and
supposedly a student preparing

for the college entrance exam. Since transmigrating, I'd been single-mindedly focused on my studies. I knew there were countless top students in the province, and
I, determined to get into a prestigious university, dared not slack off, so I hadn't considered sex at all.

Now, thinking back, it had been over a year since I'd tasted meat, and the moans of the busty girl next door instantly opened the floodgates of desire within me
.

Just then, my mother shifted
slightly . I couldn't resist any longer, and my left hand slipped under the hem of her undershirt, tracing its smooth skin up
to her full breasts.

The moment I touched her, she woke up, immediately asking why I was awake so early, without asking why I was touching
her.

Since my mother and I started sleeping together, I often touched her breasts through her clothes,
mostly . She would tease me, asking if I wanted milk, and mentioning that I was breastfed until I was two and
cried a lot when I was weaned.

Actually, my relationship with my mother in my past life wasn't nearly as close as it is in this life. Mainly because from the time I was old enough to understand, she and
my father worked in Shanghai. My grades were average then, and she didn't come to accompany me. Later, I went to university, got married
, and had children. Then my grandparents' health deteriorated, and they returned to their hometown and stopped going out.

When my mother came to the county to help me take care of my children, she was already fifty, and she was heavier then than she is now.

Chongqing has long, hot days, and she often wore a tank top without a bra, her two plump, white breasts hanging like water
-filled balloons, visible whenever she bent over or raised her arms.

My wife had secretly complained to me about this. I knew that many older women in the countryside dressed like this, especially
after becoming grandparents, they paid even less attention to it.

So, my mother's breasts weren't a mystery to me. I never expected her to be so compliant.
When I tried to take off her thermal underwear, she cooperated by lifting her upper body. I turned on the light; she was closing her eyes,
her fair body full and beautiful under the dim light, the two red nipples on her chest looking delicate and cute.

I straddled her waist and pulled off her thermal underwear, kneeling on top of her.
The contact between our bodies gave me a feeling of happiness. My mother slightly raised herself, and I felt her soft breasts
press even closer to mine. It turned out she was getting up to pull the blanket up from behind me and cover me, telling me
not to catch a cold because it was cold and it would affect my studies.

I responded with a soft "hmm," then arched my back slightly, grasping my mother's breasts with both hands.
The round, full flesh deformed in my hands. After playing with them for a while, I was no longer satisfied. I opened my mouth and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. My tongue circled around
the areola , and my mother's nipple became harder and harder. The tip of my tongue could touch the small bumps on the areola.

My head was buried in the blanket, my mouth wandering between her breasts. I even used the techniques
I had learned to tease my wife, biting her nipple with my teeth and shaking it by the base of her breast. The intense teasing made my mother
let out a soft moan, stimulating my penis to become even harder. I could feel the head of my penis pressing against my mother
's lower abdomen through my pants.

The blankets were becoming increasingly stuffy, so I had no choice but to stick my head out, my face pressed against my mother's, my whole body pressed against hers
, flesh to flesh in zero-distance contact.

I wanted to kiss my mother's lips, but she avoided me. I initially thought she didn't want me to kiss her, and I
was a little disappointed. But when she told me she had to get up to cook, and it was almost time, I noticed that
the moaning from next door had stopped for a while.

As my mother was about to get up, I pressed her tightly down. I told her it was just for two minutes, and I'd get up afterward.
My mother couldn't resist my persistence, so I quickly opened my mouth and kissed her lips, trying to stick my tongue in,
but was blocked by her teeth. In my haste, I slid my hand down her waist and into her underwear. My mother quickly used
her hand, which had been under the blanket, to hold my hand down, and reluctantly opened her mouth, even sticking out her tongue. I could tell she
had some kissing skills.

True to my word, when she started to feel a little uncomfortable, I finished. Perhaps catching her off guard,
I saw her eyes closed, her cute little tongue sticking out. I mischievously gave her buttocks a hard squeeze and said, "It
's getting late, get up."

I don't know what kind of mentality my mother had to tolerate my fondling. From that day on, besides making her
vulva an absolute no-go zone, I even conquered her buttocks.

As the college entrance exam approached, my mother became increasingly compliant. At my request, every night she would only
wear underwear, lying naked in bed with me so I could easily play with her breasts.

But such caresses were like drinking poison to quench thirst; I couldn't get any real release, and the pent-up desire within me
grew stronger and stronger, finally starting to affect my studies. During the exams in April, I even started to lose
focus. After the exams, I told my mother about it. She didn't say anything at the time, but on the day the results came out,
I indeed fell out of the top twenty in the whole school; I was usually in the top ten.

My mother didn't say anything when she saw the report card that day, but I sensed that she had made some kind of decision.
It was like any other evening. I suckled on her breasts for a while, then rubbed her buttocks with both hands. When I tentatively
reached for her vulva again, she didn't stop me as usual.

My palm found a slippery area with a tuft of messy hair and protruding mons pubis on either side.
I was familiar with this place. I slowly inserted my index and middle fingers along the moist crevice.
The soft a few times, feeling
the increasing moisture in my mother's vagina. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled my hand out, yanked her panties down to her ankles, and simultaneously pulled down
my own , revealing my already throbbing penis.

I threw back the covers, got up, and turned on the light. The night in Chongqing in April wasn't cold, especially in our
small apartment. The orange chandelier illuminated the room brightly.

I spread my mother's legs apart, arranging them in an M shape. My eyesight is excellent; I could clearly see her wet
labia open, facing me. My mother's eyes were tightly closed, ready.

I knelt in front of her, thrusting my hips forward, aiming my glans at the entrance. My thick, pink penis
plunged straight into her warm, slippery vagina, fully inside thanks to the copious amount of vaginal fluid. I
then pulled it out sharply, rubbing it up and down against her pink, tender clitoris. My mother trembled violently as if electrocuted,
letting out a soft, nasal moan, a sound that seemed both painful and pleasurable. At the same time, she quickly covered her mouth with one hand and
wrapped the other around my neck.

I leaned down, slipping my hands under her armpits to support the back of her head from behind, and then
thrust . After only about ten thrusts, my mother was moaning incessantly,
the sounds muffled because she was covering her mouth with her hands.

My mother tilted her head back, her delicate chin raised, her two slender white legs clamping tightly around my waist, her fair,
snowy buttocks swaying incessantly.

At this moment, the only sounds in the room were my mother's moans and the increasingly loud, wet

, squelching sounds of my thrusting into her vagina.

I maintained this position, without using any special techniques, just thrusting like a bull, relying on my
long-standing horse stance training to make my waist strong. More than ten minutes passed; I don't know if I thrust
hundreds or thousands of times. My mother couldn't hold back any longer. This was probably the first time in her thirty-plus years that she had been
penetrated like this. Suddenly, her whole body tensed, then she trembled as if electrocuted. Her snow-white legs, wrapped around my waist, suddenly spread open,
her fair feet arching. She no longer bothered to cover her mouth with her hands, tightly embracing my neck, as if
trying to meld me into her body.

I felt the hot, slippery fluids overflowing from deep within my mother's vagina, her body trembling uncontrollably
. I knew she was about to climax, so I matched her rhythm, thrusting rapidly
and . I grabbed her full breasts and kneaded them hard, without a trace of tenderness.

I felt the warm, wet liquid from her vagina hitting my glans, and taking advantage of the moment, I bent over and thrust
several more times. My lower back went numb, and several spurts of semen sprayed deep inside her.

I lay on top of her, her soft breasts pressed against my chest, the scent of her hair filling my nostrils, and I
could hear her soft breathing.

In the quiet night, my senses were especially sensitive. At the base of my penis, I could feel
the contractions and the intermittent squeezing of the surrounding vaginal walls. My penis, soaked in her vaginal fluids and my semen, remained
as hard as an iron rod—no wonder she was so young.

I wanted to do it again, but my mother refused. She said it was too late and I
wouldn't be able to concentrate the next day if I didn't sleep. She said she would do anything for me as long as I could study hard.

Even though we had already had a physical relationship, she was still reluctant to talk about sex with me.
We were like an ordinary mother and son, and after we went to bed, she would just silently endure my advances, like an ordinary mother
accepting everything about her son.

Fortunately, I'm not just an ordinary teenager. I can control my desires, and I also know that
excessive sex can damage the body, after all, I have experience with it.

Life returned to normal, and I returned to studying with a calm mind. This was not only for my own
future, but also a way to repay my mother for her sacrifices. With further review and filling in the gaps in my knowledge, I felt that
I had no blind spots in my understanding of the knowledge points. When I encountered a question, I could quickly see through the examiner's purpose and
traps.

I had gone through all the high-quality mock exams. Not satisfied with ordinary questions, I started creating my own. There was only
a little over a month left until the college entrance examination, and my mindset was very peaceful.

As May arrived, the weather gradually became hot, especially in our small house. My mother had already put a cooling mat on the bed and
brought a fan from home.

After seeing my mother start wearing skirts, I changed the time we made love. It was no longer at night or in the early morning;
those times were too quiet, and neither my mother nor I dared to make any big movements. My mother even dared not make a sound, which
wasn't very satisfying.

From my observation, the elderly lady next door who was taking care of her grandson would go to the square to exercise after dinner, while I was always
at home studying, so there was no one around during that time.

I drew the curtains and turned the volume of my English listening practice on my MP4 player up to the maximum.

I had my mother hold onto the table, sticking out her plump buttocks, and I pulled her skirt up to her waist. Since my mother
rarely went out except to buy groceries, I often pulled down her underwear as soon as I got home from school, leaving her walking around the house
without .

My mother's buttocks were very beautiful; I thought they were the most beautiful part of her body. Her peach-shaped buttocks were round and
perky, and the smooth, white flesh was flawless. I knew this was because my mother didn't sit much.

Unlike my wife in my past life, whose job required her to sit for long periods, leaving her buttocks chafed and dark, and covered in
pimples.

Looking at her blooming anus, I considered entering her there, but this woman was my mother, and I had to be
responsible for her. Anal sex wasn't as pleasurable for women, and it could easily lead to rectal prolapse in the future.

I gently stroked my mother's anus with my fingers, stimulating her anus to contract repeatedly. At the same time, her
vaginal opening became increasingly wet. I held my penis with my right hand and grasped my mother's plump buttocks with my left.

I rubbed the head

of my penis against her narrow labia, quickly becoming erect and penetrating her. The wet, slippery interior tightly enveloped my shaft, and an indescribable pleasure quickly overwhelmed my entire body.
I slid my hands down from my mother's waist to her breasts, kneading them with both hands. The fullness of her flesh constantly stimulated
my brain, and I increased the speed of my thrusts. My

mother's whole body was limp, letting me do as I pleased. I kept fucking her like this, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

My thighs and my mother's buttocks collided with a slapping sound. After about half an hour, I thrust
deeply into my mother's vagina. The inner walls of her vagina contracted rapidly and rhythmically, and her cervix
sucked my glans with each thrust.

I don't know if it was because of her constitution or because sex with me was more stimulating, but she easily came to
orgasm. I continued to thrust hard and fast. With the last thrust, I held my mother's waist and pulled her back while
arching my back and thrusting forward, shooting a thick stream of semen deep into my mother's vagina. My mother let out a pleasurable moan, no longer as
suppressed as usual.

Even after ejaculating, my penis was still hard as iron, throbbing. It took a while for the contraction and
warmth to subside slightly.

I stayed inside her for over a minute before getting up. I saw that Mom was still in the same position I had been in, her snow-white
buttocks sticking out, her rosy, wet opening wide open. I touched Mom's round, elastic buttocks and patted them twice
, watching the milky white fluid slowly flow down her snow-white, slender legs from her labia majora. The humid
air was filled with a lewd, fishy smell.

Every time I finished with her, Mom didn't like to move. I reached into her vagina and touched it a few times to make the vaginal
fluid flow out faster. I tore off a piece of toilet paper and wiped her from her calves upwards. After cleaning her labia that I had ravaged,
I first spread a towel on the bed, then wrapped my arms around Mom's waist and legs from behind, put her on the bed, and pulled down her skirt
to cover plump vulva.

After turning off the MP4, I put on shorts, went shirtless, grabbed the electric kettle, opened the door, and opened the tap outside to
boil water for a shower. While the water was boiling, I tidied up the desk that Mom had messed up and started doing my homework.

After May, the weather became increasingly humid and hot, especially in the small house. Every night it was so hot that it was hard to fall asleep, and there were always
sounds of sex coming from next door, making it truly unbearable. Later, I learned from the siblings and tried to release my energy on my mother's body. It
worked quite well. We would usually start around ten o'clock, changing positions until after eleven o'clock, sweating profusely,
ejaculating twice, then wiping ourselves with warm water, and we would fall asleep quickly. The consequence was that I was easily sleepy the next day.

My mother saw that this wasn't a good thing. Although it made her feel very comfortable every day, she was more worried that it would affect my studies.
So she went back to her hometown and brought over a refrigerator. She froze a lot of ice every day and placed it in front of the fan to blow on while I slept.

She also mysteriously brought me a bottle of medicinal wine, saying it was left by my deceased grandfather. It's
mainly made with tiger bone and cynomorium, supplemented with herbs he gathered from the mountains. He had brewed quite a lot, but it was gradually taken by relatives and friends.
This particular bottle survived only because it was buried under the osmanthus tree in the old house. She had only intended to visit the old house this time,
but the blooming osmanthus reminded her of it.

It's been brewing for over twenty years, infused with sorghum liquor, and sealed very well; the alcohol is still quite potent. My mother told me to drink
a small cup with lunch—about 500 ml—enough for a month.

The effects are very strong. My mother doesn't know this bottle was specially made by my grandfather. It not only contains tiger bone, but also crushed tiger penis
soaking in it, along with a wild ginseng root. It was for my grandfather's personal use, suitable for elderly people with insufficient yang energy.
Young people simply can't handle such a strong medicinal effect, let alone such a aged brew after more than twenty years of soaking.

Fortunately, I had been consistently practicing the aphrodisiac horse stance exercise, which had cultivated the habit of focusing my mind on the Yangguan acupoint.
The excess medicinal power was unconsciously guided there.

The effects were obvious; I constantly felt a warm sensation enveloping my kidneys, and my energy was exceptionally high. After drinking it for a
week, I even stopped taking afternoon naps.

After lunch, when the neighbors left, I would always push my mother onto the bed. Since I controlled
the rhythm , I could always have sex with her for a long time, and a few times I didn't ejaculate, so I was late for class.

Later, seeing this, my mother, without any instruction, mastered the technique of the woman-on-top position. Like a female knight,
her plump buttocks trembled rapidly, causing her vagina to violently manipulate my penis. She even consciously contracted
her vagina to intensify the stimulation. Each time, not only was my body stimulated, but my mother's two white breasts and rosy
nipples also jiggled up and down in front of my eyes to stimulate my vision. As a result, my mother
controlled the duration of each sexual encounter to within twenty minutes. As soon as I ejaculated, regardless of whether semen was still flowing out of her vagina, she would
quickly bend down to lick my glans and penis, clean it up, put shorts on me, and send me to school.

I don't know how many sex techniques my mother searched for online through her phone, but she was no longer the virtuous wife and loving mother who would only close her eyes under my crotch a
few months ago. Now she knew how to cooperate with my position, and even took the initiative to
lick my glans, do deep throat, and even stimulate my anus with her tongue, just to make me ejaculate quickly.

Under my mother's devoted care and with the nourishment of my grandfather's medicinal wine, I haven't measured myself, but I feel that my height and
weight have increased significantly. I can now stand, supporting my mother's legs with my arms, and wrapping my arms around her waist,
using only the strength of my arms to lift my 100-pound mother and thrust into my penis.

In the blink of an eye, my mother has been accompanying me to school for half a year. Today, the school starts its holiday. The exam venue arranged for me is not at
the school, and for safety reasons, my mother decided to find a hotel nearby. I initially refused, but
my mother said that she has sacrificed so much and shouldn't let it all fall apart at the last minute.

I was wearing shorts, a white t-shirt, and canvas shoes, arm in arm with my meticulously dressed mother. She was wearing a white
tank top light blue skirt that revealed her two long, snow-white, and alluring legs, and a pair of crystal sandals. Her hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head,
neat and elegant.

In my memory, my mother used to be a middle-aged woman who had returned to her hometown for a few years to take care of my children

. The only thing that was still alluring was her large breasts and wide hips. But now, my mother is a complete urban
beauty , something I rarely see.

I booked a mid-range hotel near the exam venue. It had air conditioning and internet access, and most importantly, a large, soft, white
bed. This bed became our battlefield, offering ample space and excellent soundproofing.

On the first day, I indulged in ravaging my mother's now-lascivious body. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but
her breasts seemed noticeably larger than before.

With my wanton thrusting, my mother screamed ecstatically, her two plump, white breasts
trembling with each pounding. I couldn't resist grabbing them, like grasping reins; my mother was like a galloping mare.

Using the mattress's elasticity, my mother's hips moved up and down, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. Each time, my penis...
Ba Du penetrated my mother's soaking wet vagina completely.

I don't know how many times I ejaculated inside her that day, but it was the first time I
couldn't get an erection again. I only ate bread and drank some beverages from the cupboard at noon. After

taking a hot bath, I regained some energy. My mother looked radiant; no wonder they say there's no such thing as a field worn out from plowing
, only an ox that dies from exhaustion.

I ordered a nourishing chicken soup and a plate of stewed eel from a restaurant. I ate two bowls of rice. After returning to my room,
I drank the last bit of medicinal wine in one gulp, not daring to be tempted by my mother again, and quickly went to sleep. I didn't

get up until late the next day, feeling the burning desire within me completely gone.

The college entrance exam was approaching. Although I was well-prepared, I didn't want to do anything reckless, so I still spent a lot of time
doing the last few practice tests every day. Finally, the exam arrived as scheduled, and I performed as the teacher required,
maintaining a stable performance.

After the exam, I went to my class to estimate my score, which was a little over 700. I applied to the best university in Shanghai, and I
was very confident that I would be admitted.

I went back to my hometown for a few days to rest. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I used the excuse of digging for loaches to dig for wood in the muddy puddles.
Fortunately, the area was very remote, and I did dig quite a lot every day, so no one suspected anything. I only picked pieces about 20
centimeters long to stew each day, and ate them like that for a week. This made me very energetic, and my mother suffered the consequences.

As usual, I slept with my mother in the east room, separated by a main room, while my grandparents slept in the west room.

Every night, when it was quiet, I could hear the creaking of the walnut wood bed in the east room. Fortunately,
the bed my parents had made when they got married was sturdy, and my mother and I were quite skilled at having affairs, so my grandparents had no
idea

it was the 25th. The results came out, and the result was naturally good: 720 points, which guaranteed
admission. Relatives and friends came to congratulate me, praising not only me but also my mother for doing a good job accompanying me through my studies. Some mothers with children
about to senior year of high school also came to ask my mother for advice. Every time this happened, my mother would give me a flirtatious wink.

As soon as the results came out, my dad called, wanting us to go to Shanghai. But my application was only
halfway , so of course I refused, saying I'd go after receiving the acceptance letter.

In the following days, I went out early and came home late every day. Tired of eating loach, I paid the village kids to catch
eels Summer eels are especially nutritious, and now I'm an idol to the village kids; even the little ones in elementary school
know I'm a top student.

I won't eat eels that aren't as thick as a child's arm, and I won't catch loaches that aren't at least 30 centimeters long. This daily regimen of nourishment, coupled with
my constant mud-slinging in the muddy fields—anyone with experience working in wet mud knows
how exhausting it is—

allowed me to stand firm in the mud for almost two years. It also allowed me to use my waist strength effectively,
not just my arms.

The June and July sun was intense. After more than a month of training, I had transformed into a nearly 1.9-meter-tall, broad-shouldered, strong,
and muscular man, with eight well-defined, dark abs like chocolate bars.

My 20-centimeter-long black iron rod always brought my mother to moaning sounds. The day before yesterday, her two long, white legs were
tightly wrapped around my waist, her delicate arms around my neck. My rough hands gripped her
plump buttocks, and I thrust my penis deep into her vagina, driving her through the mountains, her
high-pitched moans echoing through the valleys.

Finally, I dug up those logs—two over ten meters long and one slightly shorter. I used a rope to pull them into
the woods. I must say, I now possess incredible strength.

I called the furniture store owner I had contacted beforehand. The fat boss came to the village with a truck. After inspecting the timber, he immediately
offered three million, basically matching the price I had found online.

I knew a new top-tier high school would be built in the city in two years, causing property prices in nearby neighborhoods to skyrocket.
So I bought two apartments in a nearby, nice neighborhood and then entrusted them to a real estate agency for rental.

I also spent money on a duplex in a newly opened development in the county. A few years later, my grandfather had a stroke, and my parents moved
back to the county.

In the blink of an eye, three million was reduced to three hundred thousand, but I didn't feel any heartache; instead, I was very excited. In my previous life, I had
worked for so long and was still paying off a mortgage, but now I owned three houses.

That night, on the very bed where my parents had gotten married, I fucked my mother until she screamed. My thick, pungent semen
filled her wet vagina completely, and her suppressed moans of excitement almost caught my grandfather's
attention .

After July, at my father's repeated urging, my mother and I boarded the train to Shanghai. Holding my mother, who had
fallen asleep in my arms, I knew that life ahead would still be wonderful.

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