[Once, the west wind stirred the evening tide] (01-07) (The End) [Author: chenhao0520]

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(Part One)

My parents both worked in the mine. The mining area was huge, and ordinary workers lived in the dormitory area, like a small town.
When I was in junior high school, I was already quite unruly. I smoked, drank, skipped classes to hang out in arcades, and robbed female classmates after school... My parents were called in by the teacher almost
every month . In my mother's words, "If you continue like this, you'll become a hooligan sooner or later.

" In my third year of junior high, I finally dropped out of school as I wished. From the day I dropped out, I was like a horse without a bridle,
running wild outside every day, sometimes not coming home for a whole week. I met Qingsheng when I was messing around in society.

He was in his early twenties then, taking over his father's job at the coal washing plant after his father died in a work accident. After working there for a few days, he was diagnosed
with an illness, I think it was hepatitis or something, so he stayed home every day as a sick patient. His mother's surname was Tang, and she seemed to be in charge of distributing work safety supplies to the workers
. I always heard a group of workers winking and calling her "Tang Labor Safety". Back then, I didn't know
the word "brothel madam."

The first time I went to Qingsheng's house was to get a martial arts novel. His mother opened the door, her hair adorned with clips from her perm.

We took the book and left without staying. On the way back, Tianli, who had come with me, said, "Did you see that?
Qingsheng's mother wasn't wearing a bra..." I didn't say anything, but I regretted it for a long time. Why hadn't I noticed?
On the way home Tianli told me many stories about Qingsheng's mother's scandalous affairs. When I got home, I realized my underwear was wet.

Later, I ran into Qingsheng's mother in the yard, and I started paying attention to her. She was a typical working-class woman,
straightforward, and liked to joke with people, especially young men. She didn't dress up much, but she was always neatly organized.
Her breasts were indeed large. In Tianli's words, she was talkative and shrewd.

One day, I went to the workers' activity center to steal something. At the time, I thought the trophy the mine's basketball team had won was gold-plated and
worth some money. During the day, I deliberately broke the latches on one of the windows. Around 1 a.m., I climbed in through the window,
intending to break into the showroom. But I heard noises coming from the projection room next door. Thinking another group of young workers were secretly watching
porn , I peeked through the window in the door. It was dark inside, no one was watching videos, but I could vaguely see figures.
After a while, I could see clearly. There were two people behind the projection room. A woman, her skirt rolled up to her waist, was leaning against
a ping-pong table, her buttocks sticking out. A man was standing behind her. They seemed to be talking, but their voices were too soft
to hear. At that moment, all the blood rushed to my head, and my heart was pounding.
I walked , hesitating for a long time in front of the window, wondering whether I should go back—to see if I recognized those two people. I was probably
too excited. When I jumped out of the window, I accidentally kicked over a flowerpot on the windowsill, so I didn't even bother to get on my bicycle and
hurriedly scrambled into the bushes by the roadside. I hid for about ten minutes without any movement. Just as I was wondering whether to
go out, I saw Qingsheng's mother come out of the activity center, casually look around, and walk towards home. I
got goosebumps all over, feeling both excited and scared, and my whole body trembled. The man didn't
come out , and I was so afraid of bumping into him that I didn't dare get my car and ran straight home. That night I masturbated four times.
Strangely, I couldn't see clearly at the entrance of the screening room, but the images in my mind while masturbating were unusually clear,
and from several different angles, like a movie montage. Qingsheng's mother's top was open, her bra
was unhooked but not removed, just hanging in front of her chest. A floral skirt was rolled up to her waist, and her underwear was pulled down to her ankles.
The man behind her stood in the darkness, one hand pressing on her high, white buttocks, the other hand reaching to her
chest and kneading her breasts hard, his lower body thrusting forward repeatedly. Qingsheng's mother tilted her head back, her neck taut, eyes closed,
biting her lip, hot breath puffing from her nostrils, like a restless white horse. Later, I actually slept with
Qingsheng's mother, making her recreate the image in my mind, and it was exactly the same. The only difference was that her
plump, fleshy figure was something I could never imagine when masturbating.

After that incident at the activity center, whenever I was with Tian Li and the others, I would deliberately
steer the conversation towards Qingsheng's mother, hoping to find out more. At first, they chatted enthusiastically,
telling rumors and gossip, like Qingsheng's mother with the cripple in the warehouse, or with the deputy secretary's son...
After a few times, they got tired of the same old stories. Only I listened with fascination;
in fact, Qingsheng's mother became my constant masturbation object. Later, I asked Qingsheng's mother if these rumors were
true. She shoved me off her and angrily said, "You bunch of brats, why are you gossiping
like ? It's all true, I like being slept with, are you satisfied now?" Then she turned around and gave me her smooth
, thick back. Whenever she got angry, Qing Sheng's mom would use this trick, letting me poke and poke her ass
with . After a while, she'd chuckle and say, "See if you keep talking nonsense." Then
she'd thrust her butt back, spread her legs, and say, "Stop knocking, come in."

For a while, I thought about how to get with Qing Sheng's mom every night. It seemed like
the only way was to blackmail her with the incident at the activity center, but I didn't have the guts, and I didn't have any evidence. So I regretted
not breaking in and catching her in the act. If I had, I would have had some leverage, which was better than just fantasizing every day.
Later, I decided to spend more time with Qingsheng and visit his house more often. Even if I didn't run into any opportunities, at least I could see Qingsheng's
mother more often and accumulate more material for my masturbation.

Qingsheng was five or six years older than me and wasn't initially interested in playing with me. But ever since he borrowed a
Famicom , he started frequently inviting me to his house. I spent three or four days a week at the arcade,
so I could easily be his tutor, especially since the games on the arcade were much easier. Qingsheng was carefree and irresponsible outside, but
at home he was arrogant and domineering. Whenever his mother scolded him, he would yell back. His mother would curse, but she couldn't do anything about it.
Once he was so engrossed in playing games with me that he left a basin of clothes by the bathroom door. His mother came out and knocked it over,
immediately starting a tirade. I said, "Why don't you go out and help clean it up?" Qingsheng grinned and said, "It's okay, let her yell
." I felt a little embarrassed, so I made an excuse to go home. As I was leaving, I saw Qingsheng's mom squatting on the floor
tidying up . Peeking through her neckline, I could see her white breasts clearly. I really wanted to go up
and give them a good squeeze. I said goodbye, Auntie, and ran away quickly, my erect penis still inside. That night, I masturbated several times.

Every time I went to Qingsheng's house, I tried my best to act obedient and well-behaved in front of his mom. I don't know
why , maybe I wanted to win her favor, or lower her guard. But I always felt that Qingsheng's mom...
I knew her dirty intentions perfectly well. Every time she greeted me, she would purse her thick lips and nod
seriously . Even if she had just been joking around with other young people without restraint, she would immediately
become serious and unsmiling when she saw me. It felt strange, as if I were the one messing with her at the activity center. Tian
Li told me that Qing Sheng's mother didn't have a good impression of me. I thought so too; every mother feels that her child went
astray

because of hanging out with others. My memory of seeing Qing Sheng's mother naked up close
differs . I remember it happened in the summer. I was reading a pornographic book in Qing Sheng's room, and he was asleep in bed.
There was a knock at the door; his mother was home from work. I read for a while, then opened the door to go home. I saw Qing Sheng's mother in the living room.

Because of the heat, she was shirtless, wearing only a pair of briefs, probably not expecting anyone to be home. We were both
stunned. I stared at Qing Sheng's mother's plump, white, and soft flesh, feeling my mouth dry and my head spinning. Qingsheng's mother
was startled at first, frantically raising her arm to cover herself, but quickly calmed down and turned to walk into
her room as if no one was there. She accidentally kicked a chair as she entered. I stared at the large patches of white flesh bulging from the edge of her tight panties
and swallowed hard. The next day, I asked Qingsheng, "You didn't
say goodbye to your mother when you left yesterday. Did she say anything to me?" Qingsheng said, "No, she did ask how old you were and if you were working.

" Qingsheng's mother said that the whole thing was completely fabricated. She said if it were true, she would have kicked my
balls to pieces. Her description was as follows: One time, it was quite late, and Tianli and I were playing cards at Qingsheng's house.

Qingsheng's mother was tidying her wardrobe in her room and found an old wool sweater. On a whim, she decided
to try it on .

Given her size at the time, it was difficult for her to fit into it, so she eventually took off her bra and planned to just put it on directly. At that moment, she
saw me peering through the curtains at the window through the window in the mirror. I said, "That's not right.
How could you tell it was me from just a crack in the curtain? If it were Tian Li, it could be Qing Sheng." "I recognize your eyes, they're
like little drills," Qing Sheng's mother replied.

(Part Two)

I learned most of my bad habits from Tian Li. He was my brother's classmate and used to come to my house often to borrow his
homework. We gradually became familiar. After my brother went to high school in the city, he often came to visit me. Tian Li's father was the director of
an , and his reputation wasn't good. But that didn't stop Tian Li from considering himself a cadre's son. I heard my parents say
that old Tian Li, despite his young age, had done a lot of petty theft. They forbade me from hanging out with Tian Li.

But back then, I felt comfortable with him.

My first time visiting a prostitute was with Tian Li. At that time, there was no highway to the mine; there was only a national highway nearby.

Trucks traveled through the area. There was a row of restaurants along the national highway, which also offered lodging. The
place didn't have a name; the locals just called it "Twelve Kilometers." Many truck drivers stopped there for a meal and lodging.
Once, Tian Li said he'd treat me to dinner. We took the company shuttle to "Twelve Kilometers." When we got off, I overheard the driver
telling someone next to him, "They look like two little rascals."

Tian Li took me to a small, nameless restaurant. The proprietress asked him, "Are you going to a private room? Do you need a waiter
?" Tian Li said, "Of course, get one for my brother too." A little while later, two women around thirty years old came in
. They weren't pretty, but their thighs, clad in stockings, looked smooth and alluring. They started by serving dishes,
then began urging us to drink. One of the women, wearing purple eyeshadow, forced me to drink a glass of wine. When I burped, I noticed
the other woman was already sitting on Tian Li's lap, his face buried in her open neckline
, licking and sucking. The "purple-eyed" woman kept giving me flirtatious glances. I mustered my courage and reached out to touch her thigh.

She immediately grabbed my hand and shoved it into my crotch, saying in a cloying voice, "Come on, help me relieve my itch."
A while later, Tian Li dragged another woman out. As he left, I saw his penis sticking out of his pants. As soon as
they left, "Purple Eyes" quickly took off her outer clothes. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her panties were red,
a blindingly bright red. She pulled her panties to the side, revealing her hairy crotch, the red and black
area looking wicked and ferocious. I'll never forget her eyes then—provocation, blatant provocation. Perhaps
because of nervousness, this first sexual experience didn't feel comfortable or pleasurable. I felt like I
was pressing down on a spider with its claws outstretched, and everywhere I looked were long, thin legs. "Purple Eyes'"
moans were distinctive, like phlegm stuck in her throat, a "hoarse" sound she couldn't cough up. Oh, that was my first and
last time engaging in prostitution without a condom.

After that prostitution incident, Tian Li and I talked about women much more deeply. Although he wasn't much older than me, he'd already slept with
quite a few women: a doctor at the mine clinic, a saleswoman at the second department store, and several women whose connections he got through his father
… After I got together with Qing Sheng's mother, Tian Li even introduced me to a dispatcher from the transportation team. I remember the
first time I did it with that woman was in the bucket of a bulldozer—I guess that counts as car sex, but that's another story.

Once, when we went swimming, some of them mocked my thin penis while I was changing, saying that if I were to sleep with Qing Sheng's mother,
it would be like a shrimp swimming in Taihu Lake. Hearing that, my penis immediately became rock hard. I cursed them
as I quickly put on my clothes, afraid they'd see. They thought I was embarrassed, so they laughed. Tian
Li laughed for a while and said, "To sleep with Qing Sheng's mother, you don't need a thick penis, it just needs to be long." Those guys immediately started
teasing Tian Li, "How do you know? Have you already secretly slept with Qing Sheng's mother?" Tian Li remained silent, no matter
how much everyone questioned him, only offering a cryptic smile. The final conclusion was that he was bluffing. On the way back, it was just Tian
Li and me. I casually brought it up, "Is that thing true?" Tian Li glanced at me. "What thing?" I pretended to be very
curious . "About Qing Sheng's mom." Tian Li smiled and pulled out a cigarette, handing it to me. "You don't believe me?" My hand trembled as I lit it for him
. "How did it happen?" Tian Li exhaled a puff of smoke and said leisurely, "Just like that." I took a deep drag,
coughing violently as I asked him, "How was it? What did it feel like?" Tian Li closed his eyes, savoring the memory. "Damn, that was awesome."

After my persistent questioning, Tian Li finally told me the whole story of him and Qing Sheng's mom.

"You know I've been with a few women, but I've never met anyone like Qing Sheng's mom before. How should I put it?

She's like a big, fluffy, soft meat bun, making me always want to take a bite. Once, it was just a coincidence. I
went to see my dad, and his colleague said he went to the union. So I went to the union office. It was lunch break then."
The office door was locked, and no one answered when I knocked. I needed to pee, so I went to the restroom. When I came back, I ran into Qingsheng's mom
coming out of the union office. Her face turned red when she saw me. I immediately sensed something was wrong. I asked her if she
had seen my dad, and she said no, then hurriedly left. I went back to the union office, where only a
man surnamed He was there. When he saw me, his expression changed, and he said my dad had left long ago, then asked if I had been there earlier
.

I said yes. He said he had just gone to collect his work supplies. It was obviously a lie. Then he asked
if I liked movies, gave me two movie tickets and some magazines, and told me to contact him if I wanted to see a movie in the future.
I ignored him and left. A few days later, I started following Qingsheng's mom. I discovered she was indeed having an affair with the man surnamed He;
they were usually in the union office, and sometimes they went to the workers' activity center late at night. That's when I truly believed
the stories circulating about Qingsheng's mom. That woman is fucking promiscuous.

"I went to Qingsheng's house one time, but he wasn't home. His mother was preparing vegetables in the kitchen. I chatted with her casually
. I deliberately brought up He Ganshi, talking about how he attracted women. She stopped preparing the vegetables, squinted at
me, and asked what I wanted to say. I was incredibly nervous at that moment. I'd only ever flirted with women before, never threatened
them. Finally, I went all out and begged her to sleep with me. She just smiled without saying anything and continued preparing the vegetables.

After a while, she went to the bathroom to wash her hands. I grabbed her arm. Her face immediately darkened, and she
told me that Qingsheng would be back soon and she had to hurry up and cook. I quickly asked her, 'How about tonight?' She said Qingsheng the next day..."
I needed to go to the city hospital for a checkup, and she had to help me pack that night. I immediately understood and said I'd come tomorrow.
She said, "Come on over, I might not be home," and then giggled and went to wash her hands. Looking at her slutty face, I
really wanted to pull down her pajama bottoms right away and fuck her hard. After she finished washing her hands, I said I wasn't waiting for Qingsheng,
I was leaving first, see you tomorrow. She was busy chopping vegetables and ignored me. I went over and touched her. She got angry and said
I was disrespectful, and that I shouldn't come tomorrow. Hearing this, I immediately felt relieved, knowing I would
definitely .

The next day, Tian Li took a shower, changed into clean underwear, and went to Qingsheng's house. Qingsheng's mother opened the door without saying a word and
went back to her room. Tian Li was quite embarrassed and followed her into the bedroom with a sheepish look on his face. He saw that the bedroom curtains were drawn, and Qingsheng's mother
was lying on the bed with her face facing inward, motionless. She wore a sleeveless, round-neck nightgown, her bare shoulders fair and rounded,
with a soft curve running from her rounded shoulders to her broad hips. Her reclining figure resembled a quiet and
beautiful musical instrument. Tian Li coughed lightly and sat on the edge of the bed. He felt like a starving man who had discovered a feast,
suddenly unsure where to begin. After a while, he placed his hand on Qing Sheng's mother's shoulder. She trembled slightly
but didn't move. Tian Li hoped to arouse Qing Sheng's mother's desire. His sexual experience told him that a perfect orgasm
could only be achieved with the woman's cooperation. Tian Li's hand gently caressed her, and gradually, he grew accustomed to the
smooth feel. So he leaned down and brought his face close to Qing Sheng's mother's neck. Her hair was still wet, smelling
of shampoo. Tian Li greedily inhaled the pleasant scent. Just as he was about to kiss Qing Sheng's mother's neck, she
suddenly turned her head and said, "Listen, just this once." Her tone was very serious.

"Qingsheng's mom's body is so soft, like she's lying on a big loaf of bread, trembling..."

"Her pussy doesn't feel like a hole. When I went in, I felt like I was being squeezed
tightly . I've never fucked a woman like that before..."

"No matter where I touched her, it felt incredibly good..." "She

didn't make a sound. Hmm, she'd groan a few times if I thrust really hard..."

"She had a condom. I guess Officer He gave it to her. The union issues these..."

"No matter how much I begged, she just wouldn't kiss me..."

"Only twice. After that, she wouldn't agree. She said if I forced her again, she'd hang herself on our
door lintel..."

We were talking in a corner of the school playground. It was already dark, Tian Li's face was blurry,
the cigarette in his mouth glowing intermittently. My dick was rock hard, and I was leaning over the horizontal bar. "What's wrong?" Tian Li asked me.
"My stomach hurts," I said. He laughed loudly, "You fucking can't take it anymore, hahaha." He continued to chuckle
and try to comfort me, "Don't worry, brother, I'll introduce you to an older woman sometime, she's pretty good too. When it comes to women, you have to play with women
this age..."

To be honest, at that moment I really wanted to kill Tian Li first, and then smash my head against a wall and die.

(III)

I didn't go to Qing Sheng's house for a while. When I ran into Qing Sheng's mother outside, I would either lower my head and pretend I didn't see her,
or pedal my bicycle quickly past her. After returning home, I would think about Qing Sheng's mother's body
and masturbate desperately. In the past few days, I had already savored Tian Li's descriptions countless times, those vulgar words automatically
splicing into vivid and erotic scenes that played repeatedly in my eyes.

I was constantly angry with myself. I couldn't forgive a woman I had long coveted for being so
easily taken by my buddy. Even if it was just a buddy, it wouldn't do, let alone a scoundrel like Tian Li. Yes, this
guy is a scoundrel. Back then, I foolishly thought I was more noble and pure than him. If I'd known it was this
easy , I would have made the first move; I hate my own cowardice.

One day, at the entrance of the Second Shopping Mall, I was unlocking my bike when I heard someone call my name. I turned around and saw Qingsheng's mother standing
not far , smiling at me. "Aunt Tang," I called out. She took a few steps closer and asked why I hadn't been
visiting Qingsheng lately, whether he had bullied me. Qingsheng's mother had a sweet, milky scent about her, and I absentmindedly
replied, "No, I've been quite busy lately." She patted my handlebars and said, "Yes,
young idle. Come over to our house when you have time." I agreed and pushed my bike away. Qingsheng's mother's sudden enthusiasm
baffled me. That night, I pondered for a long time, sometimes thinking that Tian Li had said something to Qingsheng's mother, sometimes thinking that she
probably had a crush on me… This short conversation convinced me that I could definitely win over Qingsheng's mother.

Not long after, a singer held a concert in the city. My brother managed to get two tickets, but he wasn't really
interested in it himself. He sent me and Qingsheng, probably thinking that Qingsheng was at least an adult and could keep an eye on me.
After the concert, Qingsheng and I went to a small noodle shop for a bite to eat. Qingsheng was in high spirits that day and drank quite a bit, swaying
unsteadily on the last bus back to the mine.

After getting off the bus, we walked home. The wind made Qingsheng even more drunk, and his usually sallow face turned flushed.

He staggered along, swaying his thin shoulders as he boasted to me about how he used to be
a big shot. "Tian Li used to be my lackey, running errands for me, buying cigarettes,"
he said arrogantly. "You know about the fight at the coking plant? I was the first one in." He continued, "Even though I'm not out there anymore, look at me at home. If I
yell at my mom, does she dare say a word?" I was getting impatient and muttered under my breath, "I've seen your mom yell at you plenty of times."

Qingsheng immediately snapped, "Nonsense! You have no idea. My mom, I tell her what to do, and she
does serves me the same way she used to serve that damned old man.

" Hearing this, a thought struck me. Once, at his house, I saw Qingsheng ask his mom for money. His
mom finally gave in to his pleading and gave him the money. He took the money and patted his mom's butt with a gleeful smile.

I heard his mom mutter angrily under her breath, "You little bastard, are you trying to get yourself killed?" At the time, I thought it was just a tender gesture
between , and I even envied Qingsheng's relationship with his mother.

I mustered my courage and pretended to be dismissive, saying, "Don't brag. I'd
believe it if your dad were alive; he'd let your mom do whatever she wanted, since he slept with her every day." Qingsheng stared at me with his red eyes,
which made me uneasy; I thought he was getting angry. Unexpectedly, he said, "It's all the same, all the same." I continued tentatively, "How can it be the same? You
don't sleep with your mom." Qingsheng chuckled dryly a few times, "You don't understand. My deadbeat dad's gone. At home, I'm the dad, I
'm the dad..." He repeated this over and over. I pondered his words in my mind.

The next morning, Qingsheng came to find me, stammering that he wanted to chat for a while. I vaguely sensed
what he wanted to say. We each sat astride the back of a bicycle, smoking. After a long pause, he finally managed to say, "
I drank too much yesterday." I casually replied, pretending to be calm, "Yeah, we drank quite a bit." "I tend to talk nonsense when I'm drunk,
are you worried?" he asked cautiously. I glanced at Qingsheng and said casually, "No, of course not. I
've forgotten what I was rambling about, just pretend I didn't say anything," he pleaded in his eyes. We exchanged a knowing
look—years later, I found that familiar feeling in the movie *Infernal Affairs*.

Suppressing my nervous excitement, I patted his shoulder with the air of a seasoned rogue, "Don't
take it to heart , I've always considered you my brother." I knew this pretentious magnanimity wouldn't completely reassure Qingsheng,
but that was the effect I wanted. Sure enough, he paused for a moment and asked again, "You didn't tell
anyone you?" I chuckled and continued beating around the bush, "Who would I tell? Who would believe me? But…" Qingsheng,
who had just breathed a sigh of relief, tensed up again when he heard the last two words. I flicked my cigarette butt away, "But you
'd better treat me like a brother."

For the next week or so, Qingsheng contacted me several more times, sometimes trying to win me over, sometimes threatening me. I heard from other
friends that Qingsheng was never a tough guy; he was just a coward outwardly strong but inwardly weak. However,
in the process of outsmarting Qingsheng, I learned bits and pieces about him and his mother. It wasn't

until later, when Qingsheng's mother also mentioned some things to me, that the puzzle was finally complete.

Qingsheng was the kind of kid who was secretly mischievous. Although he wouldn't openly cause trouble at school,
he did his fair share of naughty things. During his adolescence, Qingsheng was quite quiet, and he would go straight to his room when he got home. His parents didn't know
what he was up to. He would only occasionally go out and hang out with a bunch of scoundrels, playing the role of an accomplice.

His father was a rough and uncultured man who operated a crusher at a coal washing plant. In Qingsheng's mother's words, his father only knew three
things: operating the machine, beating Qingsheng, and fondling her breasts. One day during lunch break, Qingsheng's father went to see her, saying he was going home
to discuss something. Qingsheng's mother assumed it was about her daughter's aunt's divorce and went home with her. However, as soon as they entered,
Qingsheng's father pushed her into the bedroom, pulled the curtains, dragged the covers, and stripped off her clothes, saying he'd been working overtime for several days and couldn't stand it anymore.

Qingsheng's school was far away, and he didn't come home for lunch. He wanted to take this opportunity for some "excitement." Although Qingsheng's mother was unhappy
, she could only let her husband have his way.

According to Qingsheng's mother, Qingsheng's father was the type who went straight for the kill—there was never
any foreplay . He would always pounce on her on the bed and immediately start. As Qingsheng's father crawled on top of her, huffing
and puffing, she could clearly see the grime and large pores in his wrinkles. So she turned her face away, refusing to look at
this dirty, ugly man. Just as Qingsheng's father was about to climax, they both heard a noise in the living room.

Was there a thief? Qingsheng's father pulled up his underwear, grabbed a lamp, and rushed out.

That morning, Qingsheng had borrowed a pornographic book from a classmate at school. So he lost interest in class, skipped school, ran home,
and hid in his room, engrossed in watching. When his father opened the door, he was terrified, trying to come up with
a lie about being sick to cover it up. But to his surprise, his parents went straight into the bedroom and then fell silent. Qingsheng hid for a while, then
planned to sneak out of the house. As he tiptoed to the living room, he heard rustling sounds coming from the bedroom. Understanding what was going on, he
crouched down and slowly moved to the bedroom window, peering inside.

It was the first time Qingsheng had ever seen a living woman's body. On the bed in the bedroom, his mother's plump, white
body out. Her body was composed of perfectly proportioned curves and indescribable allure. It reminded him of a
foreign oil painting in a magazine, where the woman was plump but not bloated. Qingsheng savored
his mother's delicate, white skin and firm, elastic body with his eyes. His senses followed his father's rough, large
hands as they rubbed his mother's thighs, breasts, and buttocks. As his father's dark red penis slid into his mother's lower body,
Qingsheng instinctively grabbed his own penis. His mother's plump body
swayed . The sight made Qingsheng dizzy; he closed his eyes, his hand moving incessantly up and down his penis. Just as
a surging climax was about to engulf him, the bedroom door opened. Qingsheng opened his eyes and saw his father's face
contorted , holding a lamp in his hand…

(Part Four)

I was smoking in the carport downstairs at Qingsheng's house. When I was on my third cigarette, Qingsheng arrived. He said, "Go ahead,
I didn't lock the door." I asked, "Does your mother know?" He carefully avoided my eyes, "Yes, everything's settled." I was a little
nervous , my palms sweaty. I didn't know what Qingsheng's mother's attitude would be—cold and aloof or
obsequious—both seemed plausible.

When I went in, Qingsheng's mother was on the balcony taking in laundry. I called out "Aunt Tang," then
stood there awkwardly. Without even looking at me, she said, "Come help me." I went out onto the balcony. The weather was lovely outside.
It was sunny and warm. Qingsheng's mother was wearing a knee-length, open-front nightgown, her legs bare. I noticed she wasn't
wearing a bra; when she stood on tiptoe to reach the clothes hanger, the tight nightgown clearly outlined the shape of her nipples. A
button was missing from the front, revealing her fair belly. In the sunlight, her thighs cast two
firm , an alluring sheen gleaming between her legs. The thought of soon being able to play with
this body at will, her struggling and moaning beneath me, forced to endure everything I did, made me feel increasingly aroused.

Back in the room, Qingsheng's mother sat on the edge of the bed, slowly folding clothes. Her gentle, graceful manner while doing housework stirred my
desire . Qingsheng's mother glanced at me and said, "Go hang the clothes hangers on the balcony." This commanding
tone, like that of a family member, made me feel comfortable. I took the hangers and went to the balcony. Qingsheng's mother added, "Oh, and bring in the blankets that are drying in the sun
." The blankets were nice and warm from the sun, smelling wonderfully of sunshine. I put the blankets on the bed. She stood
up and put the folded clothes into the closet. Then she drew the curtains, and the room suddenly became dim and ambiguous. Seeing me folding
the blankets, she said, "Don't fold them anymore, come on."

Qing Sheng's mother took off her nightgown and faced me, like a man-eating flower blooming deep in a tropical rainforest, voluptuous and gorgeous, full of
bewitching charm . Her open body was a welcoming posture, full of hints of being at my mercy. I suddenly understood
why Tian Li couldn't forget Qing Sheng's mother.

All the details and order that I had repeatedly planned before were completely forgotten, and I sat blankly on the edge of the bed. Only then did I
realize that from the moment I entered the room, Qing Sheng's mother had controlled the direction and rhythm of the whole thing. She came over and pulled my head
into her arms, and I plunged into the warm sea. My whole face was buried between her breasts, greedily smelling
the fleshy scent , and my hands were grasping her firm buttocks, my palms full of plump flesh. Qingsheng's mom let me frantically
and haphazardly do as I pleased. Perhaps hurt by the pinching, she slapped my arm and said, "Are you venting your anger? Don't be so reckless
." Then she reached down and unzipped my pants, gently taking out my penis as if caring for a
small animal. I was deeply moved by her careful movements. Qingsheng's mom played with my penis, asking with
a half-smile , "First time sleeping with a woman?" I immediately nodded. "A complete liar," she said dismissively,
lowering her head and lightly touching my penis with her lips, then smiling, leaving a scent of soap.

My hard penis throbbed and pulsated under Qingsheng's mom's caresses. I turned her body over and spread her out on
the bed . Lying on her back, Qingsheng's mom was plump and smooth, looking even more shapely. I freely
roamed over her body, and Qingsheng's mom obediently cooperated, sometimes turning over, sometimes lifting her legs. She closed her eyes as I continued to play with her.
Huge chunks of flesh were twisted and deformed in my hands from being squeezed and kneaded; it felt like I was kneading a large dough ball. Qing Sheng's mother
slightly opened her eyes and said, "Kiss there." She directed me with her eyes, a layer of moisture in them. I obediently
took her breast in my mouth. She let out a soft moan. I played with her nipple with my lips and tongue, reluctant to let go for a long time.

Qing Sheng's mother's body began to become restless, pulling me to her full lips and offering
me her tongue.

Remembering Tian Li's words, I hesitated before putting my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue eagerly met mine,
and we intertwined and mingled. That was the first time I kissed a woman, and the slippery sensation remains unforgettable.
So much so later, whenever I was with other women, I dared not kiss them easily. Because as soon as I held a woman's wet, slippery
tongue in my mouth, I couldn't control the urge to ejaculate.

My hand instinctively reached between Qing Sheng's mother's legs, tentatively parting the labia. She immediately clamped
her legs together, but my hand stubbornly groped forward. I sucked on Qing Sheng's mother's tongue, and she could
only let out soft moans. My fingers explored her lower body curiously. Suddenly, she opened her legs and
pulled me onto her. I sank into Qing Sheng's mother's fleshy body. Her hand
pressed on my waist, and my penis, which had just penetrated, was immediately enveloped by tight, resilient flesh, like entering a dark, mysterious
swamp, sticky, soft, warm, and fertile. I blurted out, "Aunt Tang, I finally fucked you." Qing Sheng's mother let out
a long breath and said, "I knew you would climb onto my body sooner or later.

" At first, I was like a clumsy rider, bumping along the way, finding it difficult to calmly control my mount. Qing Sheng's mother was
a very "sensible" woman. I could feel her adjusting her rhythm of thrusting in and out with my movements,
cooperating with falling between the peaks and troughs. Looking at Qing Sheng's mother swaying gracefully beneath me, I
gradually lost control. My penis seemed to suddenly lengthen. I strained forward, pushing through layers of
supple flesh. This intricate, unexpected structure filled me with immense pleasure. "Oh my god," Qing Sheng's mother
whispered. Her head swayed from side to side like a startled horse with its mane and tail in disarray.

Years later, I was driving long distances in Sichuan and Guizhou, and once I picked up a hitchhiker. Lonely on the night, we talked a lot
about women. He said Qing Sheng's mother was probably from Datong, Shanxi. The women there were known for their
"layered doors and rooms," giving men a strange feeling of "passing through the halls" during sex. Actually, what I remember most fondly
is Qing Sheng's mother's rhythmic movements in bed, her perfect control of timing and intensity. I've also slept with
many women who claimed to be "good in bed." Some were stiff and motionless, making you feel like you were raping a corpse—
utterly boring. Others would sway wildly, pretending to be a madwoman, and your attention was entirely focused on how to match her, so
you couldn't enjoy any pleasure at all.

I lay on top of Qing Sheng's mother, my face buried in the crook of her neck, my hands gripping her breasts tightly, my thrusts
becoming increasingly fierce. Qing Sheng's mother whispered in my ear, "Oh my god, it's right in my throat." I turned her head to
kiss me. Qing Sheng's mother understood what I meant, sticking out her tongue for me to suck, her legs wrapped around mine,
her buttocks arching upwards faster. She was expecting to accept everything I had. This action greatly
encouraged me. I was conflicted, grateful yet filled with wicked thoughts—faster, harder, crush this bitch,
shoot myself into her, melt into her body. A fire burned and spread in my lower abdomen, my penis throbbing and tingling.

At the moment of ejaculation, I cried out, "Aunt Tang, Aunt Tang..."

Qing Sheng's mother hugged me, softly saying, "Baby, Auntie's here. It's okay, Auntie's here..."

After the orgasm, I lay on the bed for a long time, listening to the blood gushing from my limbs back to my brain and heart. "

I forgot to bring a condom," I said. Qingsheng's mom sat up, smoothed her hair, and said, "It's nothing." Looking into her
watery eyes, I thought I might be falling in love with Qingsheng's mom. Because I suddenly started to feel jealous of those who had slept with her.
Men are jealous that they can get that same ecstatic pleasure from Qing Sheng's mother, just like I do. "

Do you do that with them too?" I asked foolishly. She seemed not to understand. "Who are you talking about?" "Tian Li, and Xiao
He," I tentatively replied. Qing Sheng's mother paused, then sneered, "You men are just despicable." She stood up
to leave. I scrambled to my feet and hugged Qing Sheng's mother from behind. "Aunt Tang, don't go, I like you." She was really
voluptuous; I had to stretch my arms to hug her.

Qing Sheng's mother turned around, her expression softening. "What a fool." I buried my head in her chest, this coquettish
behavior disgusting even myself. Her fingers gently twirled my hair as she slowly said, "You look so
silly trying to be clever, it's kind of heartbreaking." Actually, this was what I had been wanting to ask all along: why did Qing Sheng's mother
tolerate my despicable shamelessness?

"You're different from them, you're so clean."

"I know it was you at the staff activity center that day. I recognized your bicycle."

"I was just wondering why you only came today." She smiled softly.

I was aroused and hard, I rolled over and pinned her down, Aunt Tang, I want more.

(Wu)

After peeping at his parents having sex, Qingsheng was beaten up by his father. From then on,

it was only natural and well-deserved that Qingsheng's father called him a "little beast." Qingsheng became increasingly reckless and irresponsible, what his homeroom teacher
called shameless. He drifted along like this for a short time, until his father died. After

his father's death, life became a little difficult for Qingsheng's family. It was probably from then on that Qingsheng's mother slowly
changed, becoming more and more like a widow in folk oral literature—seductive. Faced with men's verbal teasing, she often
adopted the strategy of "it is impolite not to reciprocate." In the words of her colleague Li the Cripple, that woman, she really dared to say that. Among
the miners, stories circulated about Qingsheng's mother "introducing" men to potential partners. These hot-blooded young men were
introduced one by one to several "notorious" women in the vicinity of the mine. The nickname "Donald Tang"
likely originated from this. Aside from her lewd remarks, Qingsheng's mother didn't do anything too outrageous. It's said that once
at a gathering, Li the Cripple, under the influence of alcohol, secretly pinched her buttocks, and Qingsheng's mother kicked him in the leg, leaving him
bedridden for half a month.

One Spring Festival, after making dumplings and freshening up, Qingsheng's mother told Qingsheng she had to go out. She was going
to introduce a potential partner to someone from the third team. Qingsheng complained, "Aren't you being a bit too promiscuous these days? Even during the New Year, you're not
idle." His tone was strikingly similar to his father's when he was alive. Although Qingsheng's mother had gradually become accustomed to Qingsheng's
harsh words at home, such blatant accusations still stung. She angrily retorted, "How dare you
talk to your mother like that? Your father would skin you alive!" "If that old man were still around, he'd skin you alive first," Qingsheng
said calmly. Qingsheng's mother was speechless, tears welling in her eyes. "We're just a widow and her son, everyone wants to bully us. We have no
friends, how are we going to survive? You're a spineless widow,
can you really rely on us?" Qingsheng listened to his mother's nagging in silence for a while, then suddenly sneered, "That old man beat me half to death, what the hell can you expect me to do?" Qingsheng's
mother, sensing something amiss in his words, wiped away her tears and asked, "What did you say, son? Don't scare your mother." Qingsheng didn't look at his mother,
staring straight at the ceiling, "My dick's ruined.

" At that age, my understanding of "incest" was very limited. I'd only heard stories from classmates from rural areas
about piglets riding their mothers after they grew up, nothing more. I remember even going to
the library to look through a book on livestock breeding. The book called it "backcrossing," and those two words made my face flush and
my heart race. So, when Qingsheng's mother told me how she initially examined Qingsheng's genitals, and how it later escalated to her directly
helping her son masturbate, I found it incredibly stimulating. To avoid offending her, I pretended to be concerned and asked,
"Is he feeling any better?" Qingsheng's mother shook her head helplessly. "As his mother, all I can do is help him with my hands. I've even
tried finding him a few women outside, but nothing came of it." This made me feel really sorry for Qingsheng.

After my first time with Qingsheng's mother, I didn't visit her home frequently. Although I knew she didn't
dislike me, I didn't want to embarrass Qingsheng too much, and I didn't want Tian Li to smell anything. His
nose is incredibly sensitive, especially in these kinds of situations. I knew Qingsheng's mother couldn't become my sacred and inviolable
"private property," but if she were with another man, I would definitely feel very uncomfortable.

One time, I went to the warehouse duty room to find Qingsheng's mother. Li the Cripple, who worked with her, wasn't there. As soon as I saw her,
I eagerly reached out and took off her work clothes. Qingsheng's mom shook off my hand and said angrily, "I'm in
class ." Seeing she was really anxious, I didn't dare force her anymore and just stood there looking at her pitifully. Qingsheng's mom straightened her clothes
and said, "Come over tonight." Seeing me standing still, she got angry again, "Hurry up and go! The cripple went to the cafeteria for food;
it'll be troublesome if he sees you when he gets back." "I'm too hard to move," I stammered. She looked at my bulging pants and
chuckled, "How did this little thing become so addicted? Let me see." During this time, my penis,
nourished and nurtured by Qingsheng's mom, had grown quite a bit. Qingsheng's mom playfully pressed down on my penis with one finger, then suddenly
released it, and my penis bounced up and trembled uncontrollably. She looked at my penis, which was nodding repeatedly at her, and covered her mouth with a laugh,
looking so greedy.

Seeing Qingsheng's mom's breasts shaking with laughter, I hugged her tightly, "Aunt Tang, can I at least kiss you a couple of times?" I kissed
her lips, and she pushed me away while moaning. I pried open Qing Sheng's mother's teeth with my tongue and slipped inside. She
stopped struggling, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me tenderly. As I kissed her , I
reached into her work clothes, pushed up her bra, and kneaded her heavy breasts. My penis rubbed
against her stomach.

We kissed for a long time. Qing Sheng's mother's face turned bright red. She pushed me away, panting, and gestured for me to go to
the changing room . As soon as we entered, Qing Sheng's mother unbuckled her belt, pulled her pants and panties down to her thighs, turned around, and said, "Quick,
give me a couple of blows like this." She leaned against the locker, her upper body pressed against the door, her waist slumping, forming a perfect
curve, her plump, round buttocks sticking up high. The rough work clothes and her fair buttocks created a stark
contrast, leaving me stunned. When Qingsheng's mother didn't see me coming over, she wiggled her bottom and cried pitifully, "Little darling, hurry up!
How much more water do you want me to leak?" I ignored her and pressed my face against her bottom, saying, "Aunt Tang, I've been wanting
to kiss ." I could feel her cold bottom gradually getting warmer. Qingsheng's mother said in a trembling voice, "If you like Auntie
's bottom, let's go home and play with it slowly. Come in quickly."

The cabinet legs were uneven, and it wobbled every time I poked at it. Perhaps afraid of making
too much stopped moaning, straightened up, and said, "Wait, let me change your position." She pulled down one pant leg, climbed onto
the long table in the changing room, sat down, and spread her legs wide open, supporting herself on the table. This sight was incredibly stimulating. I rushed over
and thrust my penis in. She cried out, then giggled and whispered, "You little rascal, you even have a running start!"

After a while, Qing Sheng's mother had already gone limp once and asked curiously, "Why are you so energetic today? Why haven't you ejaculated yet?"
I was also sweating profusely. "Aunt Tang," I said, "let's lie down, that way I can see your butt." Qing Sheng's mother glared at me,
obediently got off the table, and stuck her butt out, holding
onto the edge of the table. I easily entered her again, my hands on her soft waist, thrusting wildly, occasionally reaching out to grab her breasts. In this position,
her breasts seemed especially heavy. As I ejaculated, Qingsheng's mother shook her head wildly, her fluffy, soft
curly hair swaying back and forth, her buttocks trembling rapidly. She buried her face in her arms and groaned, "Oh my god,
I'm going to die, I'm going to die." After a while, Qingsheng's mother stood up, looking charming, "Little thing, did you satisfy your craving?" I
nodded vigorously.

On the way back, I ran into Qingsheng. He asked me where I was going. I lied and said I was going to the cafeteria to buy steamed buns. We
smoked under a tree. Suddenly, he asked me, "Did my mom scold you?" "No, why?" I said guiltily. "

Oh, I haven't seen you go home," he said with a scrutinizing expression. I thought for a moment and said, "
It's not good to always do that, I feel sorry for you." Qingsheng didn't say anything, just sneered. "I'm not lying to you, after all, we're buddies,"
I said sincerely. Qingsheng nodded at my serious look and started smoking in silence. After a while, he said again, "
My mom told you, right? She asked Xiao He from the union to find me a job at the city post office. I'll start in a couple of days. The
work isn't hard, and it's convenient for seeing doctors." I looked at him sympathetically, unsure how to comfort him. He looked up at me and said, "
It would be a lie to say I don't mind, but you and my mom… um… anyway, I feel more at ease, better than those bastards . She's had a tough time too." I looked around and whispered, "Don't talk about your mom like that. Aunt Tang told me she's only been with a handful of men." Hearing this, Qingsheng smiled and said smugly, "Actually, my mom told me everything about you and her." My face flushed red. Seeing my embarrassment, he patted my shoulder and said, "Don't worry, she did it for my medical treatment." I looked at him with a puzzled expression. Qingsheng's face also turned a little red. "Let me tell you a secret," he said, "every time I hear my mom talk about her relationships with men, my penis gets hot and trembles ." I was just thinking about how to congratulate him when I heard Qingsheng say again, "Haven't you ever thought about sleeping with your mom?" He stared at me with a sinister look. (Lu) I've never had any designs on my mom. She works at a kindergarten in the mine, a few years younger than Qingsheng's mom, and not as charming. Ever since that conversation with Qingsheng, I've imagined what it would be was quite excited then, even masturbating excitedly. But when I was actually facing my mom, I lost all interest. It wasn't because she was unattractive, I just didn't feel anything. I guess this might be a gene implanted in humanity ; I guess He didn't want the world to be too chaotic. Thinking back to Qingsheng's gaze always sends chills down my spine. I didn't want to go to Qingsheng's mom again; I didn't want to make things worse. About half a year later, one rainy night, I had a fight with my family and ran away. I had nowhere to go, and I was soaked to the bone. In the end, I had no choice but to go to Qingsheng's house. By then, he had started working at the post office and was living in the city. When Qingsheng's mother opened the door and saw it was me, she didn't say anything and let me in. I told her what had happened. She listened quietly without saying a word. Then she went inside and came out a while later with a towel. I reached out to take the towel. But Qingsheng's mother pulled me close and used the towel to dry my hair. Even through the towel, I could feel the gentleness of her fingers. As she turned to leave, I hugged her from behind. She struggled a little, but I hugged her even tighter. Qingsheng 's mother sighed and said, "You heartless little thing, take off your wet clothes first, be good." I was drenched in rain and my penis wouldn't get hard, so I looked at Qingsheng's mother pleadingly. She smiled and helped me stand up. I didn't know what she was going to do. She knelt on the bed and lowered her head, breathing warm air onto my penis. The warm breath made my penis quite itchy. I was about to laugh when Qingsheng's mother suddenly opened her mouth and took my entire penis into her mouth. I shuddered and heard myself let out a long sigh. Her movements were slow and gentle, as if she were carefully caring for a baby. I closed my eyes, savoring the soft, smooth sensation in Qing Sheng's mother's mouth. Her cheeks were dimpled from sucking. Qing Sheng's mother looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and expectation. My penis quickly swelled in her mouth. Qing Sheng's mother's pace gradually quickened, and the suction in her mouth suddenly intensified. Each time, she took it in deeply, her nose already touching my lower abdomen. I felt like I was about to collapse , so I quickly grabbed her head and said, "Aunt Tang, I want to cum." She responded indistinctly. I felt like I was about to explode. "Can I cum in your mouth?" She nodded . I pressed Qing Sheng's mother's head firmly against my stomach with both hands and ejaculated freely in her mouth. After Qing Sheng's mother tidied herself up briefly, we lay down on the bed. At that moment, the bedroom door opened, and Qing Sheng walked in . "You, when did you get back?" his mother asked in surprise. "I'm back already, but I didn't come in because you were all busy," Qingsheng said casually. His mother blushed and asked, "What are you doing back here?" Qingsheng grinned mischievously and said, "What, can't I go home?" I awkwardly crawled out of bed. "Aunt Tang, I'm going home." "Don't go," Qingsheng stopped me and said to his mother, "Mom, I want to be like him too." He pulled down his pants, revealing a erect penis. Qingsheng's mother said, both surprised and delighted, "Son, you're done?" Qingsheng threw himself onto the bed without a word. I saw his mother struggling with him, muttering angrily, "You beast, I'm your mother!" Then, Qingsheng's thin body was kicked away by his mother. He curled up on the floor for a long time without moving. Qingsheng's mother's hair was disheveled, and she was panting heavily. After a while, I heard Qingsheng lying on the floor giggling, then starting to sob, "My mother, are you my mother?" His mother sat on the bed and also cried silently. Qingsheng stood up, pulled up his pants, and prepared to leave. His mother saw this and lunged at him, grabbing him tightly. Qingsheng twisted his body and kept trying to walk out. His mother cried, " Son, it's all my fault, I'm so sorry." They hugged and cried for a while, and I stood to the side, unsure how to comfort them.

After a while, Qingsheng's mother wiped away her tears and said, "Come on, son, let me help you one more time with my mouth. If you do
this , I won't live anymore.

" Qingsheng's penis was in his mother's mouth, his face showing the shyness of someone experiencing sex for the first time and an uncontrollable excitement.
Only then did I believe that Qingsheng's mother hadn't lied to me before; her son had always been a virgin. I realized it
was a bit inappropriate for me to be there and decided to leave. Qingsheng saw me, leaned over and grabbed me, holding on tightly. Qingsheng's mother was busy with her mouth,
but her eyes were signaling me not to leave. I suddenly realized that I was the catalyst for curing Qingsheng.

Satisfied, Qingsheng pulled up his pants, smiled at me, and said, "I'm leaving." His mother hurriedly said, "It's so late,
where are you going?" "Actually, I just came back to get something, I didn't expect..." Qingsheng's mother suddenly frowned, "Do you remember
what I just said?" Qingsheng happily said, "Don't worry, I remember." He suddenly blinked and said, "Actually, I saw a girl at
work , she's so pretty, I didn't dare to before, but this time it's a done deal." Before leaving, he put his arm around my shoulder and
whispered a few words in my ear. Qingsheng's mother watched us warily from the side.

After Qingsheng left, I thought about finding somewhere else to spend the night. Qingsheng's mother said, "If you really had somewhere else, you wouldn't have come
here." I finally had to tell the truth; I felt a little awkward. She paused for a moment and said, "Awkward? What's awkward?
I did all this for Qingsheng. His illness is cured, and my heartache is gone too." Qingsheng's mother hugged me tightly,
laughing and said, "Come on, let Mom take good care of my little son.

" I don't remember everything that happened after that night. I only remember me thrusting violently on top of Qingsheng's mother,
asking over and over, "Mom, your breasts are so nice, your legs are nice too, whose is this plump body? It's all yours
, Mom's little donkey, give it to Mom." Qingsheng's mother answered patiently over and over again. Her voice was seductive and alluring,
but I kept hearing Qingsheng's words before he left: "I advise you to go home and try your mother too."

(VII)

I tiptoed into the house. There was the sound of running water in the bathroom. My dad's backpack and shoes were gone. Only my mom's high heels were on
the living room floor. I went back to my room, restless and uneasy. My heart was pounding,
and I couldn't light a cigarette for a long time. After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. I heard my mom's slippers going to the bedroom. I composed
myself, stubbed out my cigarette, and walked towards my mom's room.

My mom was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, drying her hair in front of the mirror. Seeing me, she asked, "Have you eaten?"

I ignored her, staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror. My mom smiled at me, "What's wrong?" I went over and hugged her.
My mom was startled, "What are you doing?" I threw her onto the bed and pounced on her. My mom screamed and
crawled to the other side of the bed. Her round bottom swayed in front of my face. I reached out and ripped off my mom's shorts; she
wasn't wearing underwear. My mom, while pulling her pants up, yelled, "Are you crazy?" I pressed her down on the bed and lifted her
shirt .

She grabbed my hand and pried it off desperately. I rolled around with my mom. After a while, my mom got tired and her resistance
lessened. Taking advantage of her distraction, I yanked her underwear down to her calves. Then I took the opportunity to lift her
shirt up to her neck and kissed her all over. My mom was panting heavily, lying limply on my back,
unable to move. I wasn't as flustered as before; my lips plowed her body methodically, and
my penis slowly hardened. When I got to her lower body, I hesitated for a moment, then kissed her. I heard my mom
cry out.

I licked her clitoris with my tongue. She clamped my head between her legs. After licking for a while, I shifted my body,
my tongue trying to penetrate her body. My mom's legs clamped my head tighter and tighter. A stream of salty and sour fluid
flowed from inside her. My mom moaned softly, writhing on the bed like a big worm. I spread her
legs, pulled down my pants, climbed on top of her, and thrust my penis inside her. My mother's body tensed like a bowstring
. I gripped her breasts tightly and began to thrust in and out, each thrust going all the way in. Her hands frantically clutched
the sheets , her moans growing louder. Suddenly, her upper body arched, and she hissed as she exhaled. Her body
convulsed violently, paused in mid-air for a moment, and then slammed heavily back onto the bed. She lay limp, staring blankly at the ceiling,
gasping for breath.

I ignored my mother and continued to fuck her relentlessly, but I didn't ejaculate. After my mother came again,
her moans gradually turned into wails, and she pushed me down forcefully. I held her down, stopped, and said, "Let me kiss you, Mom, I
can't come." She looked straight at me, tears streaming down her face, and slowly closed her eyes, her mouth slightly open. I sucked on
my mother's tongue, grabbed her breasts, and ejaculated into her body in streams, but I didn't
feel any chills like I did with my birthday mom. When I got off my mother, I found her legs wrapped around my waist.

I grabbed my pants and headed for my room. Suddenly, my mother went berserk, screaming and chasing after me, kicking and hitting me. I
dodged as I pulled up my pants. I couldn't look her in the eye. My mother looked at me like she wanted to devour me, her eyes blazing with fire.

I said, "Mom, I'm not human," and ran out of the house. I ran downstairs, and a neighbor looked at
me strangely.

I ran into the yard, and everyone there looked at me strangely. My mother's cries kept chasing after me.
I ran and ran, tripping and falling, scraping my face. I wanted to run to a place where no one knew me.
I ran all the way to the long-distance bus station, and when I took out my money to buy a ticket, my change scattered all over the ground. An old man next to me asked, "Young man,
are you sick?" I stared at him blankly and burst into tears

…

I stood downstairs for a long time. The sound of firecrackers echoed in the distance, just like every year. Shadows moved in my
window . I could picture my parents, brother and sister-in-law, and my little niece all together, enjoying themselves.
It started snowing. I wiped my nose and got into the car. On the way out, I saw a "Guoxiang Supermarket" by the roadside
and stopped to buy cigarettes. While getting my change, the owner stared at me for a long time. She was an old woman with gray hair and a wrinkled
face . I got back in the car, lit a cigarette, and continued driving. After a few puffs, I started crying. I
had heard Qingsheng call his mother "Tang Guoxiang" before.

I knew I had never forgotten her. Once, at a blood bank in a southern city, a group of blood brokers chased me all over the street,
finally beating me half to death by a trash can. I thought of her then. Another time, in a run-down karaoke bar in a small town,
I was having fun with two bald, small-eyed women. I thought of her then too. I
threw my first girlfriend onto the large bed in the hotel suite, roughly tearing at her stockings; she was the only person I could think of then.

I wiped away a tear. Snowflakes drifted past the car window in droves, and a desolate north wind swept in from afar.

I pressed the accelerator flooring and drove straight ahead. I knew there must be bustling cities ahead, and
villages filled with the sounds of birdsong and the fragrance of flowers. I knew there were countless beautiful and kind girls there.

(The End)

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