[My Mother's Never-Returning Journey] [Author: ccav1988]

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My mother's name is Yu Beijuan. She was forty years old that year and was the sixth-grade group leader at the Municipal No. 1 Elementary School. I was
fifteen years old that year, having just graduated from junior high school and entered the best experimental high school in the city. Of course, this
was inseparable from my hard work, my mother's tutoring and supervision, her connections in the Education Bureau, and my father's sponsorship fees. None of these four factors could be lacking. The experimental
high school was a boarding school, while I had always attended a day school. The thought of being bound for three years, only
able to go home on Sundays, made me feel that I should seize the opportunity of summer vacation to enjoy my freedom to the fullest.

My mother was 1.7 meters tall and weighed between 110 and 120 pounds.

Her slender height, coupled with her proud C-cup figure, made her a beautiful sight at school.

My mother's legs were long and straight; many years later, everyone called them chopstick legs.

My mother was especially proud of her buttocks.

Due to her regular swimming exercise, my mother's buttocks were round and firm, like two round melons.

When Dad was home, he liked to suddenly pinch Mom's bottom, then run away with a mischievous grin.

Running and laughing, Dad was like a naughty child.

Mom had an oval face with slightly upturned corners of her mouth.

She always seemed to be smiling, with big eyes, double eyelids, and a straight nose.

When she was in teachers' college, Mom often worked as a model for the art department.

As her teachers said, she was a standard beauty in sketching.

After graduating, I met Dad at work.

At the time, Dad was an engineer on a state-owned construction team,

doing renovations and expansions for schools. We gradually fell in love.

Mom got married at twenty-five and had my child.

Then, her workplace reorganized, and after a whole week of consideration, Dad resolutely gave up his secure job.

He and some colleagues and friends started a construction team, taking on civil engineering work everywhere.

In my childhood memories, it was common for Dad to be away from home for three to five months at a time. Mom would sometimes jokingly say that
Dad was having an affair, and I always tried my best to deny it and defend him.

At that time, the city I lived in hadn't expanded yet, and Dad was often away on business trips, so the responsibility of raising me fell
to .

A few years later, Dad turned his construction team into a building company.

He took three floors of a building he built in the city center as payment for the construction work and started the company.

This wonderful life was supposed to continue until that year. Mom had just finished teaching a
graduating class and, like me, felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. So she decided to go on
a road trip to Northwest China with several female teachers from that grade and the vice principal. She originally wanted to take me, but I had absolutely no interest in the Northwest. So she left me her
salary savings book, which had a thousand yuan left. Mom withdrew the rest of the money for the trip. She wasn't worried about
me spending that thousand yuan recklessly; Mom would be back long before her next paycheck arrived.

Having made up her mind, she entrusted me to my two aunts. Mom then set off with her five female colleagues
and . I was happy to be left alone, to make the most of my last summer vacation, and then go back to
that big cage of a boarding school.

At first, Mom would call me every day, asking what I had been doing and telling me
which .

After two days, she stopped calling my cell phone and only called me from the landline, which I sometimes answered.

Sometimes when I was out playing or eating at relatives' houses, I wouldn't receive calls. When I got home, I could only see
calls from out-of-town numbers. When

I called back, they were either from public phones or shops near tourist attractions.

As they continued westward, even landlines became scarce.

They could only send me letters and postcards, along with some local specialties.

Two weeks passed like this. By the third week, all the other teachers had returned, but my mother
had .

I had no choice but to go to the vice-principal's house to inquire about my mother.

The vice-principal hesitated, only saying that my mother had gone to a remote village in the northwest.

She felt the scenery there was beautiful and wanted to stay for a few more days before parting ways with everyone.

She estimated she wouldn't be back for some time.

At that moment, I felt something was wrong and wanted to argue, but firstly, I was just a 15-year-old child; how could I possibly argue
with a teacher in his fifties?

My father wasn't home, so I had no one to consult.

Secondly, with no one supervising me, I was carefree.

If I had contacted my father then to go find my mother, perhaps none of this would have happened.

Two more weeks passed, and my mother still hadn't returned, but a handwritten letter arrived saying that none of the children in the area had
teachers.

She wanted to go teach in a rural area, and the letter was sent to the school first. Unusually, the school immediately agreed.

All the formalities were completed quickly. My mother's teaching certificate in the city was retained,
and she could .

Although this was somewhat abrupt, it suited my mother's personality quite

well. My mother is good in every way, except for one thing:

a severe case of "saintly complex." If she sees a beggar on the street, she'll give them five or ten yuan. If

someone comes to her door selling something, if she can fabricate a pitiful story and the item isn't too expensive,
she'll definitely buy it.

Perhaps because she was the eldest child in her family, my mother is particularly warm-hearted and caring. She

loves being a good Samaritan and often does good deeds.

Being a teacher suits her personality.

I told my father about it, and because rural teaching requires family consent, he specially took time to return to the city to
complete my mother's paperwork.

His office belongings were also sent home. My father sighed, realizing he couldn't control the situation and had to let her go.

My father was also acting a bit strangely at the time; normally, a wife going to teach in a rural area should at least discuss it with her husband.

My dad wasn't angry or bothered, probably because he was having an affair at the time.

High school life was both exciting and boring; I could only go home on Sundays and had to rush back to school in the evenings.

Besides studying, I joined several clubs.

My favorite was the computer club, where I could play computer games on the weekly club activities days.

I also made many new friends, and boarding school life wasn't so dull.

Because my dad didn't have much time to spend with me, he often gave me three or five thousand yuan in pocket money.

My mom's salary savings book was also with me.

I should say that I was basically never short of money during high school.

Having more money made life more comfortable.

My mother still hadn't returned, only contacting me with letters every week or two.

I wired money to her several times as she requested, but the receipts weren't signed by her.

Several months passed quickly, and winter break arrived again.

I wrote to ask to visit her.

Her reply seemed reluctant

, offering many reasons: the distance was far, the weather was cold, conditions were harsh, and so on.

But I insisted, and she finally agreed.

She told me to withdraw all her salary and take it with me. I packed my bags and boarded a train heading west.

Xingli Village is located on the northwesternmost border of China, in a triangle between China and two Central Asian countries.

Surrounded by vast deserts and mountains, the village sits at the foot of a snow-covered oasis.

I traveled for two days and one night by train to the nearest station.

I found a guesthouse, booked the best room, took a shower, and slept for the night.

Although it was called the best room, it was similar to a budget guesthouse near my home.

In the morning, I hired a long-retired secondhand minivan from the mainland and finally arrived at the town where Xingli Village is located.

Although called the town, it was actually over a hundred miles from the village.

There were no taxis in town, and I waited all day before finally finding a horse-drawn carriage passing through Xingli Village.

I paid twenty yuan for the ride to my final destination.

My mother, whom I hadn't seen for six months, hadn't changed much except for gaining a little weight. She was both surprised and happy to see me.

Having not seen her for six months, I didn't care about anything else and ran into her arms.

In the village, my mother welcomed me into the only primary school.

This school was a three-story building, very old, supposedly built before the liberation.

The exterior walls were cracked, and the interior was full of peeling paint and broken glass propped up with plywood—
a standard example of a dilapidated building.

This building was originally a military factory technical school built by the Northwest warlord Niu Bufang.

Many people in this village are descendants of technicians from Niu Bufang's military factory.

Historically, Niu Bufang built his military factory here for two reasons: first, to avoid the war-torn interior;

otherwise, a bomb or artillery bombardment would destroy the factory.

And if they couldn't win, it would just benefit the enemy.

Second, it was convenient for receiving foreign machinery and raw materials.

Back then, China was extremely poor, and even machinery and raw materials had to be imported.

Niu Bufang used local cattle, sheep, ores, and even people kidnapped from the interior to exchange for guns and ammunition from foreign countries.

Niu Bufang also had a problem with women; he once said he would sleep with anyone except his mother and daughter.

He also liked to give female prisoners of war to his subordinates or turn them into prostitutes for his troops.

He raped and abused women at will; this is all information I found online.

The school is currently on winter break, and the students have all gone home.

Besides my mother, there is another male teacher, Luowa.

Luowa has a rugged, muscular appearance, with dark skin, a strong body, wearing a sleeveless vest, and
his arms are all fleshy. His long hair is braided into small braids.

He is the complete opposite of his father, who has a refined, scholarly appearance.

Teacher Luowa is probably the most educated person in the entire village—he has a vocational school diploma. He was the best student in school
and was recommended to attend a vocational school in the city.

After graduating, he worked in the city.

However, he saw that his people had low levels of education because of language barriers.

They were always being cheated and swindled; some even became thieves and robbers.

Luo Wa, who spoke Chinese and had attended a vocational school, could have worked in the city earning two or three thousand yuan a month. But
to help the village children overcome illiteracy,

he resolutely returned to the village to become a village teacher, earning only a hundred yuan a month.

My mother told me all this in her letters.

I also admired him a little. When Teacher Luo Wa saw me, he just chuckled and asked, "Mom, is this
the son you were talking about?" My mother blushed and nodded shyly.

Luo Wa then said, "He's really a good son," and patted my shoulder. I felt strange hearing this.

What was there to be shy about when my mother introduced me?

That night, my mother and I slept in the dormitory on the third floor. The furniture in the dormitory was very simple: only a double bed,
a bookcase, a dressing table, and a large wardrobe. I found it quite strange; I had wired my mother's salary of
thirty or forty thousand yuan. Hadn't she bought any furniture? Where did all the money go? There was one in the dormitory;
Luo Wa had found a classroom and used tables to make a bed. Do they usually sleep together? Or does Luo Wa
sleep at her desk every day?

Exhausted from the journey, I washed my feet and went to sleep.

Maybe I drank too much cola during the day, because I got up to use the bathroom.

I found the blankets next to me were empty.

They were still warm to the touch. Where was Mom? I quickly went to the bathroom to relieve myself and started looking for her.

In the third-grade classroom on the second floor, I heard some noise.

I quietly opened the back door a crack and peeked inside.

Moonlight shone through the broken window, illuminating Mom's bare breasts, making them look as if they were covered with
white powder.

Mom was straddling Luo Wa, moving up and down passionately.

One hand covered her mouth, the other rested on Luo Wa's hand,

making soft moaning sounds.

Luo Wa's muscles were bulging, and she was also thrusting upwards with her hips, following Mom's rhythm.

The desks and chairs beneath them creaked.

Seeing this, my crotch naturally bulged. I touched my penis and bent over to
continue watching.

After a few minutes in the cowgirl position, Mom was starting to feel the strain.

She leaned against Luo Wa's strong, dark chest and whispered something.

Luo Wa laughed and rolled over, positioning Mom on all fours in a doggy-style position.

He slapped Mom's round, white buttocks twice.

Mom got angry and turned around, saying, "Keep it down, don't let my son hear."

Luo Wa blushed, scratched his head, and nodded.

He grabbed Mom's waist and began thrusting into her from behind.

Mom supported herself on the mattress on the table, sometimes looking up and biting her lower lip, sometimes looking down and frowning, seemingly
enjoying it immensely.

After over a hundred thrusts, Luo Wa bent down and began sucking and biting Mom's back and shoulders,
his hands also playing with her breasts.

Luo Wa's entire weight pressed down on Mom, making her look like a bear on her.

Mom also made moaning and groaning sounds, occasionally turning back to give Lova a wet kiss, their tongues intertwining.
They were intertwined,

making slapping and kissing sounds.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but masturbate a couple more times.

After a few more minutes, Luo Wa whispered something in her mother's ear. She then

gave her mother's ear a quick kiss, and straightened up.

Her mother first reached back and grasped Luo Wa's hand with her left hand.

Then, she pressed her right hand down, arching her back.

Taking advantage of the upward movement, she caught Luo Wa's hand

with her right hand as well. Luo Wa caught her mother's outstretched hands with both hands.

Like a bellows, she pushed and pulled back and forth with large movements, her penis slamming hard against her mother's buttocks, almost completely
inside her, then completely withdrawing to the coronal sulcus.

She did this forty or fifty times, Luo Wa's mouth wide open, her lower abdomen pressed tightly against her mother's buttocks, silently howling.

Her mother also tilted her head back, straightening her chest, her two round breasts shaking.

I had watched a lot of porn online at that time.

I knew Luo Wa had ejaculated.

Lova ejaculated for a good twenty or thirty seconds.

After ejaculating, Lova slowly laid his mother down, letting her fall forward onto the mattress.

He pulled out his slightly limp penis, and a large stream of white semen flowed down his mother's buttocks and thighs.

This large, black penis was at least a third longer and a size larger than his father's.

His mother found a roll of toilet paper on the table and wiped her lower body, thighs, and buttocks. With her other hand, she grabbed Lova's penis,
licked it clean with her mouth, and then dried it with the paper.

After they finished making love, they lay naked on the table, a faint white mist slowly rising, making them
seem as if they were in a hazy dream.

I heard them whispering something; Lova seemed to want his mother to stay.

His mother shook her head.

She put on an orange tank top and white panties, draped a wool coat over her shoulders, and slipped on slippers, ready to leave.

Seeing this, I immediately closed the door and tiptoed back up to the third floor.

I covered my head with the blanket and pretended to be asleep, and after a while, I heard the sound of doors opening and closing.

His mother had fallen asleep next to me again.

The next day, Mom had bangs and a ponytail.

Her cheeks were flushed from the recent rain, and her face looked smooth and moisturized.

She wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans, topped with a Bosideng down jacket.

She immediately outshone the village women in their fur coats and cotton-padded jackets. She wore

a pair of leather boots.

Mom had Luowa show me around the village. The houses were mostly one or two-story self-built houses by farmers.

Most people were either farmers or herders.

There was only one general store and one blacksmith shop. The only doctor in the village was a barefoot doctor;

his home served as the village clinic.

The only library was the large bookcase in Mom's bedroom; there were no other forms of entertainment.

The next day, Luowa took me to town, which was slightly better. However, it felt like it was
twenty or . Luowa pulled out a list Mom had prepared. We started buying window glass, paint, and
cement for the school walls; wood and nails for repairing desks; chalk; and some furniture—all of which I paid for, of course. I
was puzzled as to why my mother hadn't come with us. Lova's Chinese was a bit broken; he said his mother couldn't leave the village.
We went to the department store and bought a bunch of daily necessities. Lova and I hired a van to take the things back to the village.

The day after we returned, more than ten men came to the quiet school.

My mother greeted them with a smile at the school gate.

Each man called her "Tata," or kissed her on the cheek, or shook her hand and kissed her.

I felt a little uncomfortable watching my mother and the men so affectionate.

Seeing my displeasure, my mother explained that it was a local Wei custom.

These men were all parents helping with the school.

Lova was also unhappy, working diligently on repairing desks at school.

Many hands make light work; everyone erected scaffolding to fill the cracks in the walls

with cement, painted the walls, and repaired the desks.

That evening, one of the men brought in a sheep, slaughtered it, and everyone gathered around a bonfire on the playground to roast the whole sheep.

Drinking locally made wine and singing songs, it was quite a unique experience.

After four or five days of repairs, the school was completely transformed. That afternoon, a parent who had helped me with the work a few days earlier brought over two
horses. My mother went with him, and I asked Luowa what they were doing. Luowa said irritably that they were going to learn to ride, and then, smoking a cigarette ,
went back to sawing wood. I also wanted to learn to ride, so I brought a pair of binoculars and followed them from a distance, thinking I
would come out and learn after they finished. Fortunately

, the parent was just leading the horses, so I could keep up. They stopped at a small basin . I climbed a small hill in the distance and hid in some grass, watching from afar with my binoculars. I saw my mother nimbly dismount, take off her down jacket and clothes, and place them on the grass. The parent hugged my mother and started kissing her, reaching into her collar to grab and fondle her large breasts. After kissing for a while, he bent down and began to suckle her breasts. My mother held his head and rubbed his curly hair. After a while, the man looked up, and there were wet patches on my mother's breasts. The man began to undress my mother until she was completely naked. They lifted Mom onto the horse's back and tied her up with ropes, chest and abdomen facing upwards, buttocks downwards . The man then took off his pants, leaving him only in a pair of short, exposed denim riding breeches. He mounted the horse, straddled Mom, and guided his penis to her vagina, inserting it. Mom screamed, and the horse began to walk slowly, then trot. Riding a horse involves moving up and down, back and forth, making the thrusting more efficient, intense, and frequent. Perhaps to avoid being seen, they only circled the basin. The horse galloped faster and faster, and Mom's screams grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the valley. After circling a dozen times, the man shouted and ejaculated. He led the horse back to his clothes and untied Mom. She could barely stand and was helped off the horse by the man. She lay on the grass and got dressed. They talked for a while while lying on the grass. Then Mom was helped back onto the horse, and the man led her back. When I got home, my mom asked where I'd been. I said I'd watched the sheep fighting in the village. Then she asked if learning to ride a horse was fun. The man laughed and said it was a lot of fun. He said he'd teach me, little rascal, to ride a horse sometime. I thought to myself: You probably find riding my mom fun, don't you? How have you been riding my mom's mare for the past six months? My mom blushed again and said, "Learn to ride what?"

The horse was useless. It took me back to the dormitory. The man, also on horseback, shouted "Tata, I'm leaving!" and led the two horses
away.

I was completely bewildered—about the relationship between Luowa and her mother, and the relationship with the rider.

Why couldn't she leave the village? Why was she here teaching? But I didn't know how to ask.

The joy of reunion overshadowed everything.

I thought my mother was a woman too, with needs.

My father was rarely home, and now, in a strange environment, it was understandable that she needed someone to rely on.

It would end when I returned from teaching.

But things couldn't be made clear now; to reveal it would mean the family's ruin.

I stayed at school for another two weeks. Basically, every day or two, my mother and Luowa would have sex,
sometimes going out at night and not returning until the next day.

Sometimes I would go to watch, but in some places it was too dark, so I could only listen to my mother moaning and then masturbate in the toilet.

When the start of the semester was approaching, I gave all the remaining money to my mother.

I also told Luowa to take good care of her.

Luowa smiled sheepishly and agreed, saying my mother was her Tata.

My mother, upon hearing this, angrily slapped him on the back a few times.

My mother saw me and Luo Wa off at the village entrance.

Luo Wa accompanied me all the way to the train station.

And just like that, my first summer vacation in high school passed, and I returned to school.

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