The Heart of a Mother

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Chapter 1: Childhood Memories

Author: lgy920.

Word Count: 5594.

Nurturing a Mother's Heart.

I was born in a rural area, my hometown nestled in hills

with only . To be honest, it wasn't far from any towns, but my hometown

was, well, a very quiet village. You couldn't hear any noise during the day.

The village was surrounded by bamboo groves, and many people made a living weaving bamboo mats. My mother was very

skilled at it. I wonder if anyone reading this has ever seen how bamboo mats are woven. The weavers squat

on the ground, weaving thin, long strips of bamboo, cut by machine, one by one. When I was little, I loved

sitting next to my mother weaving. My sister could too. It's a woman's job; the men went up the mountain to cut

and split bamboo.

Speaking of which, let me introduce myself. I have an older sister. My parents divorced many years ago when I

was still young, and I was placed in my father's custody. To put it simply, my father is

an irresponsible person.

When he was young, he was one of the few in the village who dared to venture out. I remember they said he

brought home a mobile phone from outside, something no one in the village had ever seen before. The fireworks we set off during Chinese New Year were also brought from

outside ; they lit up the whole village. My mother

was attracted to my father because of his capable nature. My maternal grandmother said that my grandparents initially disapproved of my mother marrying my father, but she

was determined , and they couldn't stop her. This caused quite a stir in the village, though I

don't know the details.

But people change, and my father was like that. When he started making money, he got involved in something

many people try and can't quit: gambling. Gambling losses are much faster than wins. What happens after gambling? You borrow money.

My dad still owes a lot of money and can't pay it all back. He even committed a crime and went to jail

. I was just starting to understand things then.

My sister is a few years older than me, still quite young. My mom suffered a lot raising my sister and me.

Luckily, the money was borrowed in his name, so my mom didn't have to pay it back. Otherwise, he would have ruined her

. But even though she was in jail, she didn't leave him. Marriage is the grave of love. To be honest

, my mom isn't a weak woman at all. When she first married him, she suffered a lot from my grandparents

, but she endured it all. Later, when my dad got out, he still hadn't changed his ways, and my mom

stopped caring about him for a while before the divorce.

I remember one time, my mom berated them both so badly they were speechless. Seriously, my mom has a real knack

for yelling , but she's not unreasonable. She just couldn't take it anymore and

got a divorce. And at that time, my dad was having an affair, so it was only natural for my mom to find out.

I remember very clearly that before he was released from prison, he wrote us a letter. Back then,

in the village you had to pick up your own mail; it was usually kept in the village store. I happened to be the first to see this

letter. In it, he wrote about how much he regretted his irresponsibility and so on.

I was young then, and he seemed to know he was wrong. Honestly, I guess my dad still doesn't know I

read that letter, because it was originally written for my mom. I just happened to see it. It was that letter,

and his subsequent actions, that made me completely lose faith in him. By the time I was in middle school, I

had no feelings for my dad anymore, and I only saw him once every few months.

Here's the important part: my mom was single in her early thirties when she got divorced.

I was just starting elementary school then, I've forgotten which grade. She married young, but for such a long

time , she didn't date any men. I don't know if she was disillusioned with men.

Of course, there are always sweet moments in a relationship. Back then, my dad, needless to say,

was capable, and while not exactly handsome, he was very attractive to women. Otherwise, my mom

wouldn't have been interested in him. You know, back then, my mom was considered a very beautiful woman in the village.

Even now, I think many of her contemporaries are quite different from her. I must say, my mom has great skin, and

so does . Hehe, and so do I. Many women have told me my skin is very smooth, like a woman's.

Moreover, my sister, my mom, and I are all very fair-skinned. My mom is almost fifty now, and she's definitely not as youthful as she used to be

, but she still retains her charm, and her wrinkles are much fewer than most women her age. I often see my mom applying egg

whites to her face; I wonder if that's why, because my mom rarely wears makeup—I've even rarely seen her wear lipstick.

So, my parents were considered a perfect match. My sister was born in their first year of marriage. I heard from my

mom that she had lost two children, a boy and a girl. During her second miscarriage, the doctor said she might not be able to give birth again.

So, in a way, my arrival was quite lucky, and because of this, my family spoils me a lot.

Here I need to talk about my sister. She loves me very much, no doubt about it, but in some ways she might

also resent me a little. I can sense it, and I think you can guess why: the preference for sons over daughters

is still prevalent in China. Of course, I feel this is much less common now. People like me, born in the 90s ,

were raised with gender equality, so I personally don't have any contemptuous thoughts towards women. On the contrary, I respect

women , especially older ones. You might say I'm hypocritical—I slept with my mother and still respect her?

Well, I won't argue. Doing that kind of thing is morally reprehensible, but I truly haven't disrespected my

mother because of it. I rarely talk back to her, and I listen carefully to what she says. It's just that my desire for my mother

often makes me lose control. Let me explain.

Ah, I've rambled on a lot. If you guys find this boring, I apologize in advance. But as I said before, I mainly wrote

this to find a place to vent. Besides, I'm sure everyone's tired of just writing explicit sex scenes

; they're not exciting at all. So I hope you can understand my rambling.

I was just talking about my parents' honeymoon period. What's a honeymoon period? Well, if you're asking me, you're

probably a complete novice. My dad, well, he doesn't look particularly robust, but he has incredible stamina—

that's what everyone said when he was out and about. And my mom, back then, was in her early twenties, beautiful and graceful, with a delicate figure. The two of them were like dry wood meeting a raging fire...

Sexual relations were very common, of course, all before my dad's downfall. After he got out of prison, it became rare.

You ask how I know? Let me tell you: When my mom married my dad, they lived next to my grandparents

. My childhood home was a three-unit complex, all connected, two-story building. Our second floor had two

rooms. One was initially just for storage, but after my sister was born, and then me,

around the time my sister started elementary school, that room became

hers. I slept with my mom until third grade because my dad rarely came home then, often out fooling around. Later,

no one lived , and my miserable childhood began then, but that's another story

.

Let me first explain why my dad and mom's sex life was like that. Hehe, I wonder if any of you guys experienced this when you were little—

seeing your parents having sex. We used to say it in a colloquial way, but I can't

type the exact word, so let's just call it "xie pui" (or "xié pui" in pinyin). I'll use that word a lot later, so you can just pronounce it

as "cao bi" (or "cao bi").

I've almost forgotten how old I was, but I was very young and didn't understand anything. It was a

summer night. I'm a terrible sleeper; I often toss and turn in my sleep. Being a short kid, sometimes I'd wake up

completely on the pillow, face against the bed frame. Pretty bad sleeping posture, right? Usually, I'd lie between my parents

to avoid moving around too much. That day was no different. I don't remember the exact details, but I think I went to bed early, so I was

woken up in the middle of the night by that old electric fan. When I opened my eyes, I saw the bed frame, and I knew I'd moved around again. Just as I was about to turn over back

to normal position, I heard some rustling sounds, mixed with moans and panting.

Actually, I knew nothing about matters between men and women back then, but I could guess that my parents were doing something intimate.

I was very curious, so I subtly turned halfway around, facing upwards, and looked in that direction.

The next moment, I saw a scene I still remember vividly:

First, I saw a head of black hair cascading over a fair-skinned body. The head of this body was pressed against

the bed, rhythmically undulating. Two hands, as smooth as jade, were placed in front of the head, occasionally

clenching tightly . For a moment, I didn't understand what was happening. Then, I looked behind me and saw a smooth

back, and a hand was stroking this fair and smooth back. This hand, of course, belonged to my father.

Next, I saw my father kneeling behind my mother, his other hand touching her buttocks, kneading them incessantly.

His eyes were also fixed on my mother's buttocks, so he didn't see me wake up. Ah, that swaying

, round, smooth, and snow-white buttocks—I can never forget them.

My dad wasn't moving his lower body quickly, but he seemed to be thrusting powerfully, which I could feel because the bed

was shaking slightly. Neither of them noticed I was awake, and I didn't make a sound, just

quietly watching. The floor fan next to us was whirring, but I could still hear my mother's sounds.

Her mouth was probably closed, perhaps to avoid waking me, she was just making "hmm

...hmm" sounds from her throat, as if she was enduring something. At that time, I didn't understand anything, so I

thought my mother was in pain from my father's thrusting, and I didn't know what he was using to thrust into her, I thought it was just

her stomach hitting her buttocks, what did it mean? I was thinking silently at the time.

Before I could figure out the meaning of this, my mother suddenly propped herself up on her forearm. I was startled,

because I was lying across in front of my mother, so when she got up I couldn't see my father anymore, I quickly closed my eyes. I

didn't move . Then I heard my father ask my mother if her knees were sore and if she wanted to change positions. My mother said it was fine and

told him to hurry up so as not to wake Xiaoyu (my name; since I'm writing a novel, all the names I use here are made up

, not my real name—better safe than sorry).

My father said "oh," and then seemed to speed up. I heard the sound of my stomach hitting my buttocks become louder, and

my mother 's moans gradually became higher and higher. I was very curious, so I secretly opened

my eyes a little. I saw that my mother's head was still down, and it was blocking my father's view. This time, I saw

more because my mother's entire upper body was propped up, with both hands braced against the bed. So I could

vaguely see my mother's breasts through the gaps in her waterfall-like hair, and I could see her right nipple

clearly .

Although I couldn't see my mother's breasts clearly, they must have been quite large. Of course, I was young then, and everything seemed

big to me. But when my mother wore clothes, her breasts were quite noticeable and firm. Later, when I had the chance

to look closely, I discovered that my mother's breasts were the upright type. I even looked it up; there are other shapes like bowl-

shaped, cone-shaped, spherical, and sloping, etc. You can search on Baidu; I won't go into detail.

Although my mother's breasts were quite large, her nipples were quite small, only the size of a natto bean, and her areolas were only

about the size of a coin. Because I could only see part of them, I really hoped that my mother's hair would be shorter so I could see them more clearly. And at that

moment, I was lucky. My mother's right hand pressed against her hair, which seemed to hurt her a little, so she grabbed the right half of her hair with her right hand

and tossed it behind her back. As a result, I could see the right half of her breast clearly.

Under the moonlight seeping in through the window, my mother's round and full breasts appeared so white,

even deathly white. I had never seen anything so beautiful and so white in my life, and it was

so close to me at the time; I could have touched it with just my left hand. At the time, I didn't have any lewd

thoughts , because I didn't understand, it was just a feeling of curiosity, a strong urge to touch.

Just as I was about to reach out, a hand reached down from my mother's back and grabbed her breast, which

startled me. My immediate thought was: "This is mine, don't touch it." I almost shouted, but

was interrupted by my mother's suddenly louder voice. It turned out that my father was holding my mother's breast with one hand, and with the other

hand, he was touching my mother's chin from her shoulder. He was pressed against my mother's back, his face kissing my mother's

fair back. I only dared to peek through a very small crack. The sounds of her stomach and buttocks became faster and louder,

and my mother's moans changed from "mmm" to "ahhh.

" "Ahhh, ahhh!"

"Mmm, ahhh, ohhh, I can't take it anymore!"

Finally, with a low growl from my father, the slapping sounds stopped, and my mother stopped moaning. After a while

, my father leaned back. I was afraid of being seen, so I closed my eyes again, while my mother seemed to be lying face down on the bed.

Then I heard my father say, "Let me wipe you down." My mother just hummed

in response. Then I heard my father wiping something with paper. I was really curious about what he was wiping with the paper. I wanted to see but

didn't dare to. After wiping something, my father seemed to hit my mother somewhere with a "smack," and my mother

groaned .

I heard my father say something like, "Go wash up first," and told my mother to wipe her sweat too. My mother didn't say anything. Then I heard

my father get out of bed, open the door, and leave. I heard my mother didn't seem to move, so I opened my eyes again and saw my mother's head resting

next to my left hand.

I looked back and saw my mother's round buttocks, beautifully shaped, white and tender, with what seemed

to be a trace of sweat on them. Between the two mounds was a valley, which was a little blurry because it was night,

but it looked like a canyon between two mountain peaks waiting to be explored. I couldn't see my mother's thighs clearly. I only looked

for a short while before my mother got up. I quickly closed my eyes, and then I felt my mother's hand touch my face and

pinch it. Then she picked me up and hugged me.

I don't know if this action was a habit of my mother's, or if she and my father often did this during sex

, because I only witnessed it that one time. But afterwards, after my mother and I made up, she would hold me in

her arms for a while, and I would feel her warmth then.

I could feel my mother's arms and belly, and I could touch her breasts; they felt very soft

. But I didn't dare to move, and just quietly let my mother hold me for a while. Then my mother gently put me

back on the bed and let me rest my head on the pillow so I wouldn't be in the same sleeping position as before. My mother got off the bed, and I

secretly opened my eyes a tiny bit, really just a tiny bit.

I saw my mother standing by the bed, but I could only see her buttocks, not her front. I

really wanted to see my mother's breasts again, but there was no chance. My mother quickly left the room, and then I felt sleepy

again, so I immediately fell asleep again. This process actually didn't last very long. I basically only

saw the final stage of my parents' sex, and it was the only time. Later, there were some other opportunities, but at most I could only

hear the sounds. Until some things happened later, I didn't see my mother's naked body for a long time.

Xiaoyu: I'll stop here for the first chapter. I don't know how you guys felt after reading it. I know there's not much sex

in the first chapter, but I really only saw a little bit, so I couldn't add anything else. So

if you want to see more, wait for my next update. I want to assure you I won't abandon this chapter, don't worry. If

you think it's well-written, please leave a comment to give me some motivation, thank you!

Main text [Soothing Mother's Heart] Chapter 2; Childhood in Another Place

Author: Xiaoyu.

Published on: June 30, 2017. First published on this site.

Word count: 8368.

Last time I talked about seeing my parents making love. That was the first and

only time I saw a man and woman in love.

I was young then, so I don't remember much. I also mentioned last time that after my father was released from prison, his

incorrigible nature led my mother to despair of him, resulting in countless arguments. My sister was living at school at the time, so

basically only I saw their arguments, which escalated. I remember one time they almost got into a fight

. My mother splashed water on my father and yelled at him, while I watched from the sidelines. My father cursed back, but

he knew he was in the wrong and didn't dare to do anything to my mother. You see, my mother looked delicate, but she had a

very strong personality. She was not the kind of person who would let someone hit her and then not fight back or talk back.

Such scenes have become blurry in my memory now. Actually, what I remember most clearly

is what happened after my parents' divorce. After the divorce, I was given to my father, but he didn't take me away immediately

. It seemed that my mother and my maternal grandparents couldn't bear to part with me, so I stayed with my mother for the time being.

Back then, I often saw my mother crying at night. She often held me while I slept, and I, oblivious to everything

, slept soundly. I certainly didn't have any improper thoughts about my mother; what would a little kid

like me know? Of course, occasionally my mother would change clothes in front of me, but she always had her back to me, and I never saw

anything interesting.

But back then, having two children was a huge burden for a housewife. My father often

didn't , especially since I was supposed to be raised by him. So, after a while, my mother

couldn't take it anymore and took my sister and me to find my father. He lived in another town at the time. I remember that day

vividly because it marked the beginning of my three-year childhood away from home. When my father saw my mother with my sister and me

, he was playing mahjong. He hadn't expected her to come directly to him, mainly to ask for alimony. But

he couldn't possibly have that kind of money right away. To be honest, it wasn't until I grew up that I gradually understood how

irresponsible . Sometimes I felt he didn't deserve to be a husband and father.

There, I saw my father's mistress living at her house. My mother

had a huge argument with them at their door, saying she couldn't afford to raise two children alone. She demanded

either take one of the children with him. She even pushed my sister and me, forcing him to choose between us. At that time

, I didn't understand; I just stood there, stunned. My sister's relationship with Dad wasn't very good to begin with. Let

alone letting her stay in a place like that, she clung to Mom, refusing to stay. Later, Dad told Mom to go back first,

that he'd take care of things, so Mom took my sister and me back to our hometown.

I thought that was the end of it, but as I said, growing up apart, a few days later Dad came and

took me away. I honestly can't remember what happened. My sister was at school then, and I, well

, I was taking a nap, so I have no idea how Mom felt when she sent me off. When I

woke up , I was in the car, and Dad was driving, his face expressionless.

I cried and called for my mother, but my father ignored me. After a long while, he finally told me to stop crying, that he would take care of me from now on, and that I shouldn't think about

my mother anymore. I can tell you this now, although I later realized that it was all my father's fault for

being irresponsible . But at that time, I was young and didn't understand. I thought I would still see my mother in the future, and my

relationship with my father hadn't deteriorated at that time, so I recovered after a few days. Children are like that, it's their nature

. But sometimes I still miss my mother and sister a lot and cry often. I'm still like this even as I grow up, not because of my mother.

But I'm quite emotional; I cry more than a woman when watching a sad movie, though I won't go into that now.

Anyway, I spent almost three years at my dad's place—or rather, at his mistress's house.

During that time, I never saw my mom or sister. Although I didn't tell anyone,

my feelings shifted from missing my mom to resentment—hating her for abandoning me in such a place.

You see, even though my dad was there, I only saw

him once a week, sometimes even once a month. I had no idea what he was doing outside. And that mistress… well, how to put it? She was a child, indecisive,

and didn't understand adult matters. And to be honest, she was… well, friendly to me. I

only found out later that she apparently couldn't have children, and it seemed she had a part in bringing me there.

She often made me sleep with her. You might think there's something going on between us,

right? Hehe , you'll see.

Back then, you know, it was the age when a person absorbs a lot of knowledge from the outside world, broadens their horizons, and

establishes their values. I matured a little faster than most people, not only psychologically

but also physically. At that time, because I had no relatives or friends around me and knew very few people, I rarely went out and usually

stayed at home. Until later, I met some people, how should I put it, not exactly hooligans, but a very wild group of

people, all older than me, some junior high school students. The leader was a high school student. His family was quite rich

and lived not far from my house. We often went to their house to play games and stuff, and that's when I

was a little led astray by them.

I remember they often took me out to play pranks and get into fights with kids from other places. Of course, I only went

once or twice. I still didn't like arguing with people, probably influenced by my parents' arguments. The most

memorable time was when I was with that high school student (I won't write their names, let's just call him Ah Feng)

. Ah Feng said he was going to show me something good, so I went along. Back then, his family had a

DVD player, which was a rare find. It was a great thing; you could watch a lot of things you couldn't see on TV. You can probably

guess what he showed me—porn.

I don't remember what the movie was like, just a blur of white, women's swaying breasts

and white buttocks. That's when I realized what my dad used to use to pound my mom's buttocks. I learned that a man's

penis can get hard and swell. It was the first time I'd ever heard of that. I used to only use it for peeing; I never knew it could be used

for this. And the woman in the movie was moaning loudly, unlike my mom's soft, gentle voice.

I thought my mom's voice was much nicer.

The man in the film had a very large penis, about 16 centimeters long and quite thick. I wondered

if my father's was that big too. Wouldn't it hurt if something that big went into a woman's urethra? Why was the woman moaning

so happily, constantly saying things like "harder, harder"? Did my mother feel good doing that too? Sigh, that

was my sexual awakening—watching porn. The time my parents had sex didn't count; I just happened to see it

. This time was different. After watching it, I had this inexplicable feeling, and I wanted to watch it again

. At that time, I hadn't grown any pubic hair, so I wouldn't masturbate. I would just occasionally touch my

own how small it was, probably not even big enough to fit into a woman's urethra, and that it wouldn't get hard, the head hidden under the foreskin

. Sigh, it's kind of funny now, a little kid always tinkering with his penis.

Later, I often went to Ah Feng's house, wanting to see that thing, but I rarely did because his

parents , so I didn't have much of a chance. However, my questions and curiosity about sex never stopped. I often asked Afeng about

it , and he told me everything he knew. So I learned about it in general. Apparently, you have to do this kind of thing

to have a baby, and women have three holes down there, one more than men. The place where the penis goes in is called the vagina

, and it's a very pleasurable thing. I asked Afeng if he knew what sex felt like, and he said he didn't know, he'd never

done it. But I think this guy wasn't telling me the truth, because he had a very lewd smile on his face when he said that

. I've never seen such a lewd expression in my life.

So, that's my initial understanding of sex. Back then, I often recalled

the scenes of my parents making love. My mother's breasts and the whiteness of her buttocks lingered in my mind. Let me

tell , men seem to be divided into breast-loving and butt-loving camps. I'm the butt-loving camp. No other reason than

that time when my mother was lying down, her breasts were so round and white, and that deep, dark cleft between her buttocks. Even now, just thinking about that

scene makes my penis incredibly hard. I've said so much, but I haven't even mentioned the sex scenes I promised you guys, hehe. Are you

a little tempted to scold me? I can't help it, I wanted to explain in detail so you could immerse yourselves more deeply.

Remember what I said earlier about my father's lover? She treated me fairly well, actually quite well, you could even say she

liked . Although I wasn't her child, as I mentioned, she probably really wanted a child. And at that time, I guess

she thought that if she treated me well, I could forget my mother and treat her like my mother. To be honest, if I hadn't

gone back to my mother and had stayed with her, that might have actually happened. Of course, that's impossible now.

I can only say that my impression of her was fairly good. The most memorable thing was bathing with her.

Yes, I often bathed with her. Of course, we didn't do anything inappropriate. She treated me like a child,

and I was indeed young. At first, I just let her dry me off, and that was it. I didn't know how to do anything else. I don't know

if just me, but I really hated washing my hair and taking baths when I was little. I found it awful and always rushed through it.

I never had any thoughts about the naked auntie (I usually called her Auntie).

But after I learned some things about women's bodies from Ah Feng, I became

interested in Auntie's body. Before, I would never pay special attention to her body, but after that, every time I

took a bath I would stare at her breasts and buttocks. And it was also the first time I saw a woman's genitals. At that

time, I was sitting in the bathtub, and she was washing her body with the showerhead. She bent over to wash her hair, and her buttocks were facing me.

I saw her genitals very clearly. To be honest, the aunt was much younger than my dad at that time, probably not even 30 (my

dad is quite capable). Her labia majora looked tender, not dark, a normal flesh color, and closed,

unlike the dark-colored vulva I saw later. It seemed to be quite tight (I haven't tried it, just guessing).

I thoroughly enjoyed watching it because it was my first time seeing a woman's genitals, and it was very different from what I had imagined

. There were no testicles or sausages, just a slit. Why did Ah Feng say that men are fascinated by it?

Why would inserting a penis into it make both men and women feel good?

I stared at the aunt until she finished washing, and I thought her buttocks were very beautiful. As I mentioned before,

I like looking at women's buttocks. The aunt's buttocks weren't big, considering she hadn't had children, but they were very perky, especially when she wore

jeans . Between her buttocks was a dark brown anus, which I looked at very closely;

I could even see some fine hairs around the anus. Then, mischievously, I reached out and touched the aunt's buttocks.

They felt very smooth and elastic. The aunt let out a sound and turned to look at me. I

smiled and said, "Auntie, your buttocks are so big! Much bigger than mine!"

Auntie laughed after hearing this (it's good for kids; they don't get scolded by adults for doing this kind of thing.

You won't have up). She said to me, "Yes, Auntie is an adult, so my pubic hair is bigger than yours, Little Fish. Little Fish

, your body will grow bigger as you develop.

" After hearing this, I asked Auntie, "Will I grow pubic hair like Auntie's?" (I knew it would, but I just wanted to ask her). Auntie smiled and said, "Yes, you

will grow pubic hair, and Little Fish's little penis will grow too." "Will it be the same size as Daddy's?" "Haha,

Auntie doesn't know. Everyone's body size is different. You can ask your daddy."

After saying this, Auntie finished washing her hair and turned around. I looked at Auntie's pubic area; the inverted triangle of

pubic hair looked very neat, as if Auntie had trimmed it. Then she sat in the bathtub, behind me, and

hugged me. I could clearly feel her breasts pressing against me, which felt very comfortable. I

rubbed my back against her breasts, and she laughed. Then she suddenly hugged me and turned me around so I was facing her.

She started rubbing my body. I glanced at her and touched her breasts. They felt so

soft . I even pinched her nipples. She ignored me and just focused on rubbing my body.

After wiping my upper body, she asked me to stand up and then started washing my genitals. I was touching her breasts,

just a simple caress. Just as I was experiencing the softness of a woman for the first time, she suddenly pinched

my penis with her fingers. I was startled and froze. After glancing at it, she said she would tell my father to get me

circumcised early. At that time, I didn't know that a long foreskin was bad for my penis, so I didn't say anything. And

for some reason, when she pinched my penis, I felt a very comfortable sensation, and my penis even twitched (it just wouldn't get hard

). She seemed to sense this, and I saw her face turn slightly red before

she put my penis down and continued washing my body. After washing, she asked me to wipe her back. As

I wiped her back with the towel, looking at her back, I remembered

the scene of my father kissing my mother's back and thrusting his lower body against her that night. My mind went blank. I even compared my mother's buttocks to hers

. My mother's were a little bigger, but they didn't seem as perky. But I just felt that my mother's

were prettier and rounder than my aunt's. Thinking about this, I almost burst into tears. I hadn't seen my mother and sister for so long

. Although I had resented my mother a little back then, I really missed them. It had been almost three years since I'd seen them. I really didn't have any relatives

here , so I just started crying. My aunt heard me, hugged me, and asked what was wrong

. I said I missed my mother. After hearing that, my aunt was silent for a while, then said, "

Would you like me to be your mother?" I didn't say anything. Even as a child, I knew that I couldn't answer that question casually.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, my aunt just kept holding me. I was soaking in the hot water, held by my aunt's full ,

warm, and soft body, and I cried myself to sleep. In my hazy state, I felt my aunt dry me off

, then pick me up and carry me into the bedroom, placing me on the bed in her and my father's room. At that time,

I had my own little room. Then I felt my aunt lie down beside me, holding me and falling asleep

together . Sigh, my aunt had a tough life. My father didn't spend much time with her back then,

and the neighbors all knew about my background. Her parents especially disliked me (one night when

I went downstairs to get a drink of water, her father saw me and said he was going to kill me—it's a true story. I wasn't afraid at all; I drank the water and went back upstairs

. I was brave, wasn't I?). Under such circumstances, her life couldn't be easy. A woman can't have

children, so it's no wonder she said those things to me in the bathroom.

In the days that followed, I became closer to my aunt. I often spent time with her, bathed with her,

and slept with her at night. My aunt seemed to like me more and more. Sometimes at night, I would secretly touch my aunt's breasts and buttocks while she

was asleep . Of course, I only dared to touch them outside her clothes. I never

touched her private parts. At that time, I wasn't very interested in that part. I preferred touching her buttocks and breasts. I just

liked that feeling. I don't know if my aunt noticed. Anyway, she didn't say anything.

I was much happier during this period than before. After all, I was still young and couldn't hide it.

One night, I remember it quite vividly. It was a very hot day, and there was a power outage. The aunt was only wearing a very

loose white bra, and I could clearly see her nipples through her clothes

. After she lay down, she fanned me with a fan. I looked at her and thought about how I had touched her in the shower last time, and she didn't seem to

mind me touching her breasts. So I asked her, "Auntie, can I touch your breasts

?" (Where I'm from, mothers say "drink mommy's breasts" when they're breastfeeding their children.) The aunt seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said

, "Little Yu wants to touch Auntie's breasts?" "Yes." "Okay, Little Yu can touch them if she wants." Sigh, it seems that it's quite reasonable for women to think that

a child to touch or kiss breasts, and they don't think too much about it.

So I started by touching Auntie's breasts through her clothes, and even playfully pinched her nipple. Auntie

just tapped my head and didn't say anything. It didn't feel as good as last time, so I glanced at Auntie.

Seeing that she didn't seem unhappy, I put my hand inside her bra. Auntie felt it, looked at me

, and said, "Go ahead and touch me. You can go to sleep after you're done." With permission, I put my hand inside.

It definitely felt better to touch skin against skin. I couldn't stop touching her, and I kept pinching her

nipple. Auntie just frowned slightly at most, but didn't say anything. As I continued touching her, I pulled up her

clothes . Her breasts looked really white, and although her nipples weren't very pink anymore, they still looked very alluring.

Yes, it smelled really good. As I looked at it, I became almost mesmerized and asked the auntie, "Auntie, can I suck on your breasts

?" The auntie seemed surprised that I wanted to kiss her breasts and stared at me for a moment. Then, after a

silence that felt neither too long nor too short, the auntie softly asked me, "Little Fish, are you missing your mommy?" I was stunned.

Missing my mommy? Did I? I didn't know.

While I was still pondering the question my aunt had asked me, I vaguely heard her sigh.

Then I saw her take off her bra, look at me, and say, "Little Fish, if you want to suckle, suckle Auntie's breasts.

But there's no milk for you to suckle." She smiled after saying that, and looking at her smile, I

felt attracted to her. Although I was young then and didn't understand the allure of women, I thought

my aunt, with her bare upper body, was so beautiful. So, I couldn't help but go forward and suckle her breast.

The moment I heard her make a soft, gentle "hmm." I felt

a sensation similar to the "hmm" my mother had made years ago. I don't know why, but it made me feel a little excited.

Thinking this, I didn't stop sucking, and while sucking, I also touched her other breast. It felt

so good. Lying in my aunt's arms, I felt a little lightheaded. My aunt didn't have any milk, but it still

tasted very sweet to me.

I looked at my aunt's face. Her eyes were closed. Occasionally, after I sucked hard, she would frown. I didn't

know if it was comfortable for her, or if my father's actions were any

different . But one thing was certain: sucking on her breasts reminded me of my mother. I

couldn't explain why. I sucked for a while longer until her nipples were covered in my saliva. I

stopped, feeling bored, but my hand was still touching them. My aunt opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, "Little fish, you can sleep

now." "Okay," I replied. I sat up and watched as she put her bra back on. I mischievously touched

her bottom, laughing, "Hehe, Auntie has a big butt." She laughed and called me

a little rascal. Then she turned off the light and told me to go to sleep.

That's my general recollection of this aunt. Although it's not much, I still quite

liked her. After all, she liked me a lot and took good care of me. And then, all of that

faded into the past as things happened next.

My father remained the same, rarely coming home. Just when I thought I'd never see my mother and

sister again, something happened. It involved my father; he seemed to have done something outside.

That evening, some people came to our house, saying they were looking for my father. They even ran into my room and asked if I

knew where he was. My father was there that day, but he seemed to know someone would come looking for him, so he left after dinner.

I could hear them moving around in my room, and I could hear my aunt and her parents cursing.

They seemed to be cursing my aunt and also at these people who had barged into their house. I also heard my aunt crying. After a while

, they seemed to leave because they couldn't find my father, but the two elderly people were still cursing my aunt. I just stayed silently in

my room , afraid to go out, not knowing what to do, only knowing that my aunt seemed very wronged. Then I heard

the two elderly people seem to have dragged me into it, telling me to get out. At this point, my aunt spoke up, saying I was still young and

didn't understand anything, and shouldn't be blamed unjustly.

Sigh, they argued for a while longer, and then I heard my aunt come upstairs. She went straight into my

room , saw me lying blankly on the bed, and hugged me, telling me not to be afraid, that those people weren't

bad. To be honest, I wasn't scared at all at that moment. I don't know why, I just felt this kind of thing

seemed so pointless, so I told my aunt I was fine and that she didn't need to worry about me.

My aunt looked at me, patted my head, and didn't say anything more. Then she took me to take a bath,

carried me to her room, and put me on the bed next to me. Neither of us spoke. After a while, my aunt asked me,

"Little Fish, do you miss your mom?" I thought for a moment and said, "Yes." Yes, I really

missed my mom. I realized that the reason I had become close to my aunt was only because I missed my mom. That one word seemed

to have hurt my aunt. She stared at my face for a while, then smiled sadly and told

me, "Your mom is so good, to have a son who misses her so much."

Then my aunt cried again. This time, I hugged her and gently stroked her head. I don't

know why, I just felt I should do it. The louder she cried, the tighter I hugged her.

I don't remember much after that, but I think I slowly fell asleep, though I could still feel her slightly trembling body

gradually calming down.

The next day, my dad appeared. He didn't say anything, just talked to my aunt alone for the afternoon. In the evening

, my dad came into my room. I looked at him, and he looked at me. He quickly asked if I

missed my mother. I said yes. He looked at me for a while, then nodded and left. As soon as he

left, I lay down on the bed, thinking about my mother's face in my memory, my sister, grandparents, and my

friends in the village. But then I remembered my mother's white body that night, and that

rounded . I drifted off to sleep.

The next day seemed to dawn very early, and I got up early too. After breakfast, my father said to me

, "I'll take you back today. Get ready." I was stunned; it was so sudden. I asked blankly, "Back

where?" My dad looked at me and said, "Back to your mother's." I didn't react much, just said "Oh."

My aunt seemed to flinch, but didn't say anything. The two elderly people remained silent.

Time passed quickly. I didn't have much to pack; I was so small, I didn't need to bring much, just a

few clothes. Just before getting in the car, I looked back at my aunt standing at the door. She smiled at me and said

goodbye. I said goodbye too, and then got in the car. My father started the car, just like

before when he took me away from our hometown, only this time it was the road back.

On the way away, I looked back at my aunt again. She waved to me. I kept looking

until I couldn't see her anymore, and the "home" where I had spent three years. There was no special farewell; we just left

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Xiaoyu: That's all for today. I tried to keep it brief, summarizing the events of the past three years. Actually,

my memories are becoming increasingly hazy. I wonder what everyone's impression of their childhood is?

Everyone's very different, but those memories will stay with you for life. Okay,

if you guys aren't satisfied, don't worry, I'll get back to the main topic, but I still won't write

very quickly . I think I've written quite fast already. I hope you like my style. Finally

, I'd like to shamelessly ask you to give me a like if you enjoyed it, or leave a comment with suggestions. I read every reply. See you

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Main Text [The Heart of Mother] Chapter 3: Return

[The Heart of Mother] Chapter 3: Return.

Author: Xiaoyu.

2017/7/3.

Word Count: 7548.

As I sat in the car, preparing to return to my hometown, I was indeed quite nervous. After all, I

hadn't seen my mother and sister for three years. I was even a little afraid that they might not recognize me anymore

, and whether they would still love me as much as before. It could be said that my mother sent me away, because I was too young

to fully understand her hardships. I always thought that my mother didn't like me anymore, perhaps seeing me

as a burden . This thought grew stronger with each passing day.

As the car slowly drove into the familiar bamboo forest, my emotions gradually calmed down. Three years

had passed, but my hometown seemed unchanged. I even saw some of my childhood friends on the road. I waved to them

, and they called my name. I gradually became happy again. Back then, there was practically no

parking , just a small open space with only a few steep roads. My house

was located hundreds of meters above the village entrance.

But we didn't go to our old place; instead, we went to my maternal grandparents' house. It was a different road

, but quite close. Before we even reached my grandparents' house, I saw a very pretty girl

running towards me. As she got closer, I realized it was my older sister. Before I could even call out, she hugged me tightly. At that time,

my sister was probably in high school, six years older than me, while I was in fourth grade.

My sister had already grown into a beautiful young woman. After all, my mom and dad were both quite good-looking, and

my sister was no exception. She hugged me, calling my nickname and saying she missed me very much. It had been a long time since I

had been hugged like that by a family member; it felt so warm. And girls of that age are usually developing physically

. I could feel the two small but firm mounds of her breasts pressing against me, which I found quite pleasant.

Before I could even fully appreciate it, my sister let go of me. She barely even looked at my father; she just called his

name once, and he simply nodded at her.

Sigh, daughters are usually closer to their fathers, and after seeing my sister, Dad told me he

had to leave. It seemed he didn't want to see Mom, and Mom probably didn't want to see Dad either, which is why she didn't come out to greet me

. He told me to listen to Mom and that he would come to see me again. I nodded. Dad looked at me for a while, patted

my sister and me on the head, and then left. I remember it would be several years before I saw him again. Haha, what

a father.

When my sister took my hand and we walked into my grandparents' house, I saw many people: neighbors, my

grandparents , uncles and aunts, and my mother. She was standing at the front. When she saw me

, she came over and picked me up. Although I was still a primary school student, I was already quite heavy, but Mom still

picked me up and kissed me on the head. I couldn't say anything, I just stared blankly at them.

The relatives were saying how good it was to be back, how much I had grown, how sensible I was, and so on. Sigh, these three years

of separation made many people feel like strangers to me.

Mom hugged me for a while, then looked at me and called me "Little Fish." Hearing this,

the tears I'd been holding back for so long finally flowed, and I called out "Mom!" after three years. Mom cried too;

we were finally together again…

That night, Grandma and Mom cooked a lot of delicious food—the best meal I'd had in three years. I

'd never been so happy. I sat between Mom and my sister, my mouth never stopping. Only after I sat down

and started chatting with everyone did I truly begin to feel like I was back. Mom kept holding my

left hand, putting food on my plate, while my sister and I talked about the past three years.

These three years weren't just torture for me; they were for my sister and Mom too. Mom didn't say anything to me,

but my sister said she missed me terribly. She said when she came back from school, she found I was gone and cried for a long time, asking

Mom why she'd sent me away. Mom just had a blank expression. I really wanted to know

what it was like for Mom to send me away, but now I felt it didn't really matter anymore, since I was back.

My older sister is a very good student and got into a top high school. She's always worked very hard, and to be honest, she's

changed . Just now, I almost didn't recognize her. Now, I'm observing her more closely and I've noticed

she's become very beautiful and quite tall, almost 1.6 meters. My brother and I both developed quite early;

her clothes couldn't hide my chest at all when she pressed against it earlier. I couldn't help but stare for a while, and then my gaze

drifted downwards. Her legs are also very long and slender. I can't help but marvel at how much a girl can change as she grows up.

My sister is also observing me. I've grown taller, but not as noticeably as she has. And I

definitely don't seem to have the liveliness that most elementary school students my age have. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing for me

, but I know I've gotten used to talking less. I only answer questions from relatives

. My sister told me that we no longer live in our old house and are now living with my grandparents, which is much more convenient.

It's also true that living with my parents makes things easier for my mother and sister.

Time flew by, and it got dark in the time it takes to eat a meal. My sister went to take a shower first, and my grandparents went to bed

early go to bed early and get up early). I sat with my mother watching TV.

Up until now, I had only called out "Mom" once and hadn't spoken to her. I guess she couldn't think of anything to say,

but I could still feel that my mother was thinking of me the whole time. She hadn't let go of my left hand the entire time. I leaned against...

I clung to my mother, and she hugged me back. After a while, I said, "Mom, I missed you so much."

My mother paused for a moment, then said she missed me too, asking if I had suffered a lot over there. I didn't say anything about

my aunt, just that I was lonely there. As my mother listened, she patted my head and said

she was sorry and would never leave me again. I said I didn't want to leave her again either.

My sister took quite a while to shower, and my mom and I chatted for a long time. When my sister finally came out, I was immediately

struck by her beauty. She was only wearing a bra and a pair of briefs, looking incredibly fresh and radiant. I should

mention that after being away from home for three years, to be honest, my feelings for my sister were a little different when I saw her again

. Of course, I still love my sister very much, and she has always treated me like a younger brother, but the way I looked at her

was probably different back then. But that's a story for later.

Back then, we always bathed on the second floor because it wasn't very safe downstairs. Many

people in our village didn't lock their doors during the day, so it was best to bathe on the second floor at night. I had traveled a long way and was quite dirty.

My mother glanced at me and offered to help me bathe. I was taken aback; it felt like the last time I

bathed with my mother was ages ago. So I happily agreed. When I stripped naked and waited for

my mother , I felt inexplicably excited, eagerly anticipating seeing her naked body.

But I was disappointed because my mother came in fully clothed. It seemed she didn't intend to bathe with me; she was

just there to help me dry off. I guess by then, I wasn't considered a child who couldn't bathe on my own anymore, and

I only agreed because my aunt didn't mind. But I couldn't ask why my mother hadn't taken off her clothes; I was just squatting in

the tub letting her wash me.

My mother's hands were very gentle as she washed my body again and again, telling me that I had grown quite a bit.

Indeed , I have a good appetite and have grown quite well. I washed quickly because I felt a little

shy. Strangely, I felt that if my mother had washed with me, I wouldn't have felt this way, but I

was naked while my mother was still fully clothed, which made me feel very uncomfortable. I quickly dried myself off, put on

my underwear went to bed.

There were three rooms on the second floor of my maternal grandparents' house: one for my grandparents, one for my sister and my mother, but

her two beds were separate. There was another room used for storing things, and we took showers in this room.

There was a passageway between the three rooms. Because the toilet hadn't been installed yet, we usually only used a chamber pot (mostly used by women; I

, for one, never got used to it).

When I got into bed, my sister was already watching TV. I forgot to mention that it was summer

, so there was no mattress, just a blanket. My sister's impressive figure was lying under that blanket. I originally wanted

to sleep with my mother, but her bed was a bit small, and my sister asked me to sleep with her, so I climbed into bed and

lay down next to her.

My sister was only wearing underwear, and her two smooth thighs were almost completely exposed. I couldn't help but glance at

her a few more times , but I didn't have the courage to touch her. I don't know why, but after returning home, I felt like I had become a bit

timid. I don't know if it was because I hadn't recovered from being back home yet, but I didn't dare to make any inappropriate moves. After all,

my sister was a high school student, and she wouldn't be so uninhibited. I could only admire her from afar.

My sister and I lay in bed chatting. We'dn't seen each other for so long, we had so much to talk about. Mom was still

taking a shower when I suddenly needed to pee. I told my sister, grabbed a flashlight, and ran downstairs. I didn't want to use the

chamber pot , so I peed in the backyard. Then I tiptoed upstairs because Grandma and the others were asleep.

As I walked down the hallway, I heard Mom taking a shower. I suddenly stopped. Honestly,

I was so disappointed I hadn't seen her. I really wanted to see her, but I was also a little scared. I gritted my teeth—a fearless elementary school student—and

tiptoed to the door. Back then, doors were wooden, and over time they'd developed gaps.

I found a small opening, crouched down, and peered inside. Finally, after so many years,

I saw Mom's body again. But because of the bad angle, my mother was still facing away from the door, and I could only

see her fair back and her long hair tied up on her head. Even so, I was very excited. This

was the first time I had seen my mother in three years. But even so, I secretly watched my mother take a bath that day. I didn't know what was wrong with me

at the time ; I felt like I was bewitched.

However, since I had come out to pee, I was afraid my sister would become suspicious, so I immediately stood up and went back to my room. But

I only saw a little bit today, and I wasn't satisfied. I wanted to find another opportunity. At that time, I even made a decision about this. Alas,

in some ways, I inherited my father's lecherous nature, and I enjoy it immensely.

When I returned to the room, my sister was reading. She's a really hardworking person; she started wearing glasses very early on

, and she hasn't relaxed at all since entering a top high school. Seeing our mother taking a shower, I got a little excited and

jumped onto the bed. My sister was startled and glared at me. I chuckled and started tickling her feet.

She laughed and played around with me, and for a moment, we were all basking in each other's company. I even took the opportunity to grope her

thighs a few times. She was completely unaware and pinched my waist, making me wince in pain. I had used a little too much force and

almost touched her butt.

My sister's body was incredibly supple, and the aura of youth

emanated , making me feel a little dizzy and unable to pull myself away. Suddenly, I couldn't help but gently stroke

her. She seemed to sense it, blushed, glared at me, and stopped playing around, lying back down on the bed.

I regretted it a little; I shouldn't have touched her like that. Thinking she was angry, I continued to tickle her with my fingers

. My sister couldn't help but laugh. I breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that she would discover my impure motives

, which would be bad. Just then, my mother came in. Seeing my sister and me lying in bed, she asked

if we had brushed our teeth and if we could go to sleep early. I looked at my mother; she was only wearing underwear and a white bra,

without a bra. Under the yellow light, I could see her nipples. My heart

fluttered again; I felt it was a pity I hadn't seen her breasts earlier, and I knew I had to look closer next time.

My mother couldn't possibly know what I was thinking. After three years of loneliness, her son

had changed not only physically but also emotionally.

Soon, my mother turned off the light, and everyone went to sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep at all.

I often stay up very late and frequently go out to look at the stars. Now that I've calmed down, I suddenly

thought of my aunt, her fair and tender body, her round breasts and pert buttocks. I wonder

how she is right now, if she's thinking of me, or if she's arguing with my father. The more I thought about it, the more distorted

my mind never see my aunt again.

I hope she's doing well.

But even though I'm not thinking about her, I still can't sleep. The moon outside the window is so round; I haven't seen the moon in

my hometown . I leaned against the wall, looking at the starry sky, and thought that things would get better from now on

. I hope so.

I looked away and caught a glimpse of my sister's delicate face bathed in moonlight. Without thinking, I reached out and touched

it . My sister was fast asleep; she told me she hadn't slept all night because she knew I would be back today. I guessed my mother had too

, as I could hear her breathing in the darkness. Looking at my sister's alluring figure,

barely , my heart began to stir. I gently, very gently, placed my hand on my sister's

face. It was smooth and warm, making me feel very comfortable.

But this didn't satisfy this little pervert. I looked at my sister's exposed white legs,

took a deep breath, and shook her gently. Seeing that she was really asleep, I boldly placed my hand

on her calf, but didn't dare to move it. When she didn't react, I started to gently stroke it.

My heart was pounding, and the warm feeling from my hand was intoxicating. My sister's calf was flawless

, with a perfect shape, neither too thin nor too fat. Her five jade-like toes were curved. I

gently touched her toes with my other hand, and my courage grew. I started to move my hand up, and

finally placed my whole palm on my sister's thigh.

I was both nervous and excited. My heart was pounding. My sister's smooth, fleshy

thighs made me want to knead them. I didn't dare to knead them too hard, afraid of waking her. Luckily, she was fast asleep

and probably didn't feel anything. I couldn't stop touching her, and before I knew it, my other hand was on her

buttocks. Although I didn't dare to squeeze them, just feeling her buttocks through her underwear was enough to make me feel like I

was in heaven . Her buttocks felt a little warmer than her thighs, a kind of heat that could arouse you. I felt

like I was about to sweat. I swallowed and looked at the roundness in my hand. My face unconsciously moved closer and

eventually I kissed her buttocks. Although I couldn't feel anything through her underwear, I was incredibly satisfied at that moment.

I gave her a quick kiss and pulled away. By then, I wasn't too worried about my sister waking up anymore. So,

I touched her breasts through her bra. I didn't dare use much force at first, just felt the shape with my palm.

Her already well-developed breasts had amazing elasticity, giving me an urge to squeeze them hard. But

since it's a sensitive area, I let go after a few touches.

Because of the tension and excitement, I quickly felt a bit tired. Kids should go to bed early, and I

was doing this sneaky thing so late, so I lay down and fell asleep.

I felt like I only closed my eyes for a short while before my sister woke me up. It was already daylight outside

. After breakfast, I ran out to find my friends. Most of the people I saw on the way greeted me

. In my hometown village, you basically know everyone. I spent a long time playing with friends I hadn't seen in ages

, and I felt really happy. Here, I finally had true playmates. But at the same time, I felt

a little out of place. It wasn't that they were cold towards me; it was just that I didn't feel the same excitement as before

. It was as if there was a barrier between us. I seemed to prefer spending time with my sister and the others, and

I didn't seem very interested in some of the games that kids played. This might sound a bit precocious, but actually, I was just

used to being alone.

The following days were easy. Being with my family made me happy, no matter what we did.

Although didn't dare to touch my sleeping sister inappropriately these past few nights, I had the chance to see

my mother bathe every day. Back then, I didn't know anything about masturbation; I just felt

excited seeing my mother naked—a feeling I never experienced when playing with my friends. I felt like I craved

that kind of excitement.

One evening, I squatted by the door early in the morning while my mother was taking a bath. This time I was lucky; my mother

had just started undressing, and I watched her clothes fall off one by one. That feeling of excitement spread from my lower abdomen.

My mother had her back to me, and at this point, she was down to only her bra and panties. My view was perfectly positioned

. When my mother took off her panties, she bent over and lifted one leg, and I clearly saw my mother's two

labia majora. I had heard Ah Feng say that a woman's genitals were like abalone. I've never eaten abalone, but I want to say that this was

the most beautiful "abalone" I had ever seen in my life. The two closed labia looked so tempting. At that moment, I had

a strong desire to use my fingers to pry open those two labia and see what was inside. I didn't even have time

to pay attention to my mother's anus at the time, but I've never been very interested in anuses anyway.

At this moment, my mother took off her bra and turned around, revealing her

breasts, which I had longed for for so long. Her fair and full breasts were still so firm, seemingly without any sagging,

and the deep red I loved. I felt that I would die happy if I could suck on them. This time, my mother was showering facing the door

, and I stared at her for a long time, so engrossed that I didn't even notice my sister standing

behind me.

When my sister poked my face with her finger, I almost jumped up in fright, but she stopped me

with her hand . Luckily, I didn't scream. My sister seemed surprised by my strong reaction, but

after she realized what had happened, she blushed and dragged me out. I didn't dare say a word; I was a little stunned. I never expected

to be caught peeping at my mother showering by my sister.

I let my sister lead me to the bedroom, holding my hand. As soon as we entered, she plopped down

on the bed, blushing and glaring at me without saying a word. I didn't even look at her, afraid she'd scold me, and even more

afraid she'd tell Mom. That would be terrible! My mom has that kind of temper; if she found out I'd peeked at her showering, she'd

beat me to death. She wouldn't care that I'd just returned to her side. She's always been quite...

"It's fierce." Thinking of this, I looked up at my sister and mustered up my courage to apologize, saying I shouldn't have done it and

hoping she wouldn't tell Mom. My sister was very angry at the time, feeling that her brother was a little pervert

for spying on her, especially on their own mother. She worried that he might have gone astray in the past three years, and that

this kind of thing should be stopped as soon as possible. She said she should criticize me severely (this is what my sister told me later; she called

me a little pervert).

After hearing what I said, my sister's face tightened, and she told me that this behavior was wrong and

disgusting. While saying this, she kicked me, quite hard, making me wince in pain, but

I didn't dare to say anything. She then asked if I often peeked, and I immediately said no, this was the only time, and

my sister just happened to see me. I dared not say I always waited for her. I sensed my sister didn't believe me. She snorted and

said she would tell Mom if I wasn't honest. I was so scared I knelt on the ground and cried,

begging my sister not to tell. At that time, I was actually very afraid of my mother. I don't know about other kids my age,

but when my mom got angry, I was the first to run away. And I had another reason: I was afraid Mom would abandon

me because of this. Although it sounds childish, that's what I really thought at the time—once bitten, twice shy

.

My sister didn't expect me to react so strongly, even crying, so she softened a little. She told me that as long as I didn't

do it again, she would keep it a secret, but if I did it again, she would tell everyone I was a little pervert. I nodded repeatedly

, knowing this would be a weapon, a very dangerous one. My sister used this to threaten me for many years, and only

later finally have the chance to fight back.

After she finished speaking, my sister helped me up and rubbed the spot where she had kicked me. My sister still

cares about me a lot. I've always felt that my sister loves me no less than my mother. Sometimes I feel really sorry for my sister

, but maybe she was wrong. If she had told Mom back then, maybe none of those

things would have happened.

In the days that followed, I really didn't dare to spy on her anymore. My sister was watching me.

Whenever Mom went to take a shower, she would glare at me. I only dared to stay in my room and watch TV. Time passed quickly like this

. Once things settled down, time would fly by unnoticed. The three years I spent with my father felt like

a long time ago.

Soon, another three years passed. In these three years, I basically didn't do anything out of line. My sister

had long since stopped monitoring me and seemed to trust me completely. However, the seed of evil in my heart was only temporarily buried

; one day it would sprout. However, this buried feeling lasted for three years. That year, my sister did very well on her college entrance exam

and got into a top-tier university. I also happened to be admitted to junior high school that year

. However, since there weren't any junior high schools in our area—it's a small place, and the one we had before had been demolished—that year, my mom, my sister, and I moved away from our

hometown and settled in the city. But we didn't have the money to buy a house,

so rooms with extra space that we rented out. Back then, there was only one room, and I

slept on a small folding bed with the three of us.

By sixth grade, I was sleeping alone. I couldn't sleep with my sister anymore, and

she had gone to university far away, only coming back for summer and winter breaks. So, usually, it was just my

mom Yes, my fellow enthusiasts, what I really want to tell you is what happened during this time.

The seed buried deep in my heart took root and sprouted completely during those years of being alone with my mom, and it grew uncontrollably.

[The Heart of a Mother] Chapter 4: Stealing

Author: Xiaoyu.

Word Count: 6735.

Last time I mentioned my older sister went to university, while I attended a nearby junior high school and lived in a rented room.

My mother worked at my uncle's factory; I don't know the specifics, but it was probably some assembly line work.

Back then, it was all about convenience. Junior high was the priority; for high school and beyond, you could just board at school.

The place we lived in was considered a town, but not really urbanized—just a little outside the village.

Going to my grandmother's house was only a little over an hour's drive, but going to school was definitely more convenient.

The small space was enough for my mother and me. People eventually leave the countryside for the big city; it was a small step forward, I suppose

.

However, since it wasn't our own home, many things were different. There was only one room, plus a bathroom

, and the bathroom didn't have a door, just a curtain. A flush toilet

was out of the question, so a chamber pot came in handy. I always used the public toilet, which was a real nuisance. I even

accidentally knocked it over once and almost got beaten to death by my mother.

The kitchen is shared with other residents; it's just a small space with one gas stove. Luckily, it's just us

and another family using it, otherwise we wouldn't have time to cook. But I'm not the kind of person who ca

n't endure hardship, and I've never complained about this environment. After all, there are many people who have it harder than me. Although my family isn't wealthy, we

always have enough to eat and wear, and I've never suffered from malnutrition.

As I mentioned before, there's only one room, so I usually sleep in the same bed as my mom. Fortunately, the bed

is big enough, and sometimes when it's hot, I like to sleep on the floor, which is cooler.

Also, as I said before, after my older sister discovered my misbehavior once, I

didn't dare . But this kind of self-discipline is really fragile. Just like when we're

determined to do something, we often give up because of a small temptation. I

'm a perfect example of that.

Since starting junior high, I've grown incredibly tall. I'm usually very thin

, almost frail, and even at 1.7 meters, I still look quite delicate. But that's just an appearance. Actually, I'm quite good at many

things ; I was always among the top athletes in school and even participated in table tennis competitions. During

that time, I felt like I had nowhere to release my energy, so I developed the bad habit of masturbating frequently. Masturbation

is really bad for you, and since I was going through a growth spurt, my complexion started turning yellow. My mom

thought I was sick, so we went to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor who prescribed some kidney-tonifying medicine.

Ugh , thinking about it now, that medicine was incredibly bitter.

But the medicine was quite effective; my complexion started to improve, and I masturbated much less.

My energy also became abundant. In fact, all of this was just paving the way for my subsequent transgressions.

Ah, youth is always so beautiful. But during my youth, I didn't pay attention to the female students in my school.

I don't know why, but they seemed very immature. It wasn't that they weren't physically attractive, but I didn't feel much attraction to

the opposite sex . I did enjoy observing a few female teachers, though; they were all women in their thirties.

Until one day, I, who had been in a state of youthful restlessness and slight sexual dissatisfaction, was

completely overwhelmed by an opportunity. I remember it very clearly. It was winter. I got home early and found that my mother hadn't come back yet

. She often had to work overtime at the factory, and many times she wouldn't come back until I was asleep. I cooked something for myself,

then took a shower and went to bed to watch TV. Back then, there was a curtain next to the shower, and I would

jump into bed right after showering. There was no more comfortable place in winter than under the covers.

I was reading a martial arts novel I'd hidden in my backpack in bed. I happened to come across some intimate

scenes . There weren't any explicit descriptions, but it still made my penis hard. Just as I was thinking of taking a long-awaited

masturbation to let loose, my mother opened the door and came in. I had just grabbed three tissues, and my erect penis was sticking

out. I was so scared that I immediately hid under the covers, not even having time to turn over. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep

. It was very late, and if I didn't go to sleep, my mom would scold me.

I closed my eyes and listened to my mother's footsteps. After a while, I heard her taking off her clothes

. Normally, I only take a bath once a week in winter, but my mother is very clean. She takes a bath

every . You know, my little brother was still hard, and I was quite excited. Hearing this sound, I immediately started to

feel desire. Even though it was the middle of winter outside, my heart started to burn quietly. It

was a burning desire. I secretly opened my eyes a crack, thinking that I was covered with a quilt and I wasn't afraid of

my mother finding out. At worst, I would just say that she woke me up.

Just like when I was a child, I once again peeked at my mother's beautiful body. She was still so beautiful,

fair full-figured. I only watched for a short while before she went to the bathing area. But today, I felt like heaven

was smiling on me; she didn't even draw the curtain and started washing right away. I knew she just wanted to rinse

off the sweat, so she wouldn't wash for long, and she indeed only washed for about five minutes. But those

five minutes were both pleasurable and torturous for me. My lower body was rock hard. The steam from her bath filled

the entire room, and surrounded by the steam, her body looked so alluring. I can't even

describe ; I was almost mesmerized.

My mother was naked in front of me, washing her body with hot water, like some kind of performance I had long awaited.

The stage was only the size of the room, and I was the only audience member. I quietly watched my mother's beautiful body,

so beautiful under the lights, but within that beauty was a burning desire. It was a short time; my mother finished

washing quickly. I think my eyes were red from the effort, and I felt like I watched her the whole time without even blinking.

Then she put on thermal underwear and white shorts and got into bed. I didn't dare look, afraid she'd find out. The light

switch was on my side against the wall. I felt her move it to turn it off, and I smelled her

fragrance. My rationality began to crumble; I wanted to smell that scent forever.

Not long after the light was off, my mother fell asleep, having been busy all day. But I could

n't sleep My lower body was rock hard; even lying on my back, I could make a tent stick out under the covers. My mind was a mess

; I didn't even know what I was thinking. I could hear my mother's steady, rhythmic breathing beside me. Finally, I

couldn't resist anymore . I decided to touch her body. This was a bold decision. If my mother found out, it wouldn't

just be a beating. My mother wasn't like those mothers in those cheesy novels who get all

wet , the first thing she'd do was break my hand.

So I decided to be careful and wait a little longer until my mother was completely asleep. Because she usually goes to bed

late, she often snores softly when she's tired, but I knew

she was sound asleep. Finally, after waiting patiently, I heard her soft snoring.

It was like a signal; I slowly reached my hand towards her.

At that time, my mother and I were separated by two blankets, and in winter we would put some clothes on top of the blankets

for warmth, so putting my hand under her blankets was quite difficult. I wouldn't have dared to do it if she hadn't been so tired and

sound . I deliberately put some clothes on top of her blankets before putting my hand under hers to prevent

cold air from blowing on her. We were sleeping face down, and I lay on my side, slowly and carefully

slipping my hand under her blankets, listening intently to her soft snoring. As soon as it stopped, I immediately

pulled my hand back.

It was only a few dozen centimeters away, but it felt like I stretched for a long time. Finally, my fingers felt

the warmth of my mother's blankets. I felt a surge of excitement and became even more focused, listening intently. I paused for a moment, waiting for my fingers to warm up again in the blankets before slowly moving

forward.

That night was so quiet; the only sound in the room was my mother's soft snoring.

Finally, I touched my mother with my fingers. I felt it; it must be her calf. I felt like I had found a treasure and gently stroked it with

my fingers . It felt so smooth and warm. Finally, I mustered up my courage and placed my whole hand

on my mother's calf. At that time, my mother was sleeping on her side with her back to me, so I could only touch the flesh on the back of her calf

. After touching it for a while, I became unsatisfied and wanted to touch my mother's thigh, but my arm wasn't long enough. So I

moved my whole body down a little, leaving my head sticking out to listen to my mother's voice.

I shifted my position by half a leg, bending my knee upwards, enough distance for my hand to reach out and touch her. When I

touched my mother's thigh, I was incredibly excited. I didn't dare pinch, afraid of waking her, and I didn't even dare move. I simply

placed my palm on it; everywhere my hand touched felt so fleshy. I couldn't resist giving it a very light pinch. Hearing that my mother's

breathing wasn't erratic, my lust grew stronger, and I began to gently knead it. Of course, I didn't dare use too much force

, but I could already feel the smoothness and elasticity of my mother's thigh. My desire began to grow stronger and stronger.

I withdrew my hand from my mother's thigh, but without stopping, I quickly placed it on my mother's buttocks.

The buttocks I'd been longing for day and night, even through my underwear, I couldn't resist the urge. I started

masturbating , and the hand that was touching my mother's buttocks began to gently squeeze them. Although I could still feel the amazing

elasticity through her underwear, I started to feel unsatisfied. I slid my hand to the edge of her underwear, gently parted it

a little with my fingernail, and then slipped my fingers inside one by one. Finally, slowly, my whole hand touched my mother's

buttocks flesh to flesh. I almost ejaculated at that moment. I was incredibly nervous and excited. This was the first time in my life that I had touched my mother

's body, which brought me pleasure and a touch of emotion.

My mother was indeed tired and was sleeping soundly, but I still didn't dare to move too much. I only used

the strength of turning a page. When I touched her, I felt the crevice between her buttocks with my fingers. Because she was lying on her side,

it was quite tight, so I didn't dare to use too much force. I just slid along that crevice, and even that slid made my penis

twitch a few times. I really didn't dare to touch that crevice, because my mother might feel it. So I just

slid my middle finger along that crevice. It really felt amazing.

Because it was the first time I'd touched my mother, I was already incredibly aroused. As I touched the crevice of her

buttocks Luckily, I

had covered my glans with the tissue I'd been holding, preventing it from getting on the sheets.

After ejaculating, men usually enter a kind of "post-coital" state. Afterward, my desire subsided considerably, and I

didn't dare touch her again, so I withdrew my hand. I even smelled it; I'd just showered, so there shouldn't be any strange smell, but

it still smelled quite nice. I threw the wet tissue into the trash can, but still feeling uneasy, I carefully

got up without waking my mother and stuffed the tissue at the bottom of the trash can, afraid the smell would waft out and be noticed by her the next day.

After ejaculating, I suddenly felt very tired and quickly fell asleep in bed.

The next day, when my mother woke me, she seemed perfectly normal. It seemed she had indeed slept

soundly and hadn't noticed my inappropriate behavior. During the day at school, I barely paid attention in class,

my mind filled with the sensations my mother's body had given me the night before. I kept smelling

the left middle finger that had stroked my mother's buttocks the day before, and I resolved to continue doing so whenever I had the chance.

It was winter then, and the factory was quite busy before the Lunar New Year, so my mother

usually came home late. I would always wait for her until she went to sleep. After her divorce from my father, my mother

had worked hard raising my sister and me for a while, which left her with some health problems. Sometimes she would have headaches at night, and she would feel dizzy

when she woke up in . I also often heard my mother talking in her sleep. Later, we went to the hospital, and the doctor said that my mother's sleep quality

was not good, so he prescribed sleeping pills for her. After taking them for a while, my mother felt much better. She rarely takes sleeping pills

now , but I know that sometimes she will take them for a few days if she has a few days of poor sleep. Back then,

sleeping pills were not as hard to buy as they are now, and my mother bought two bottles and kept them at home.

I remember one night, after my mother had fallen asleep and started snoring softly, I stealthily

slipped my hand under her blankets. This time, she was lying on her back. I touched her thighs for several minutes, hesitated

for a long time, and finally decided to muster the courage to touch her breasts. I figured that as long as she didn't stop snoring,

she would n't wake up, so I carefully slipped my hand under her breasts from the side. My hands were shaking terribly;

climbing that sacred peak was no easy feat. I waited until my shaking subsided before continuing.

When I lightly touched my mother's breast with my fingers, I was shocked. I really touched

it! Even though it was just through her clothes, it seemed softer than I had imagined. I didn't dare to be too hasty because my mother

's breast was pressed against the blanket, and touching it would definitely be a big movement. I first spread my hand and slowly

placed my whole hand on my mother's breast from the side. My first feeling was how big it was. It felt like my hand only covered a little more than half

of it . I couldn't resist and squeezed it with my whole hand. Ah, at that moment, I felt like my life hadn't been in vain

. I had finally touched the breasts I had seen as a child.

But just as I was enjoying that moment, I suddenly realized that my mother's snoring had stopped. I was

stunned and didn't dare to move at all. My hand was still half-squeezing my mother's breast. In fact, only a few seconds passed before

my mother started snoring again, and I felt cold sweat all over my body. Oh my god,

thank goodness my mother didn't wake up, or today would have been a disaster.

Startled by that, I instantly became timid and reluctantly pulled my hand away, too afraid to touch it again.

I then relieved myself and, feeling tired, immediately fell asleep.

Since then, I felt very unsafe, worried that I might easily wake my mother. I needed to think of a

solution . That's when I remembered the sleeping pills I mentioned earlier. I wanted to try them to see if they could help my mother sleep

more soundly. When I got home that day, I took out my mother's sleeping pills and examined them carefully. The label said one or two pills

were usually enough, but three or four pills were recommended for those with mental illness. I thought about it and figured three pills should be enough; I

was afraid too many might harm my mother. Still a little uneasy, I tested it on myself first, taking

three pills. I slept soundly until the next morning; my mother had to shake me awake. I felt a

little That stuff was really effective!

When I got home that evening, I planned to grind the medicine and put it in hot water. My mother hadn't worked overtime

and came home quite late. I tried to prepare the medicine while she was taking a shower, but I noticed that the

water was already getting cloudy after only half of the ground medicine was in. It seemed like it didn't dissolve very well in water. Afraid that my mother would find out, I

hesitated to add more. A little over one tablet probably wouldn't do much anyway. Just as I was about to pour the water out, my mother came out

. I quickly put down the cup and pretended to have been drinking water. My mother said she wanted some hot water too, so I

gave her the cup. Then I saw her take out sleeping pills, take two, swallow them, and drink the hot water.

I stared at my mother, a little stunned. She noticed me and glanced at me, saying that she hadn't been sleeping well for the past two days and had taken two early

this morning because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to sleep later. Well, it was really a stroke of luck

. There was already about one and a half tablets in the water, and my mother had taken two more. I felt that my mother wouldn't wake up easily tonight.

Sure enough, my mother got sleepy after a while, watched TV for a bit, and then went to bed. I waited for an

hour , but she didn't snore. I was worried she might not be asleep yet, so I gently called

her name. When she didn't respond, I shook her gently, but she still didn't react, and her breathing was very steady.

So I steeled myself and decided to give her a hard push. If my mother woke up, I could say it was an accident. But she

didn't react at all, which put my mind at ease.

After I finished the experiment and confirmed that my mother was indeed sleeping soundly, I suddenly didn't know

what to do . Looking at my mother's exposed face, I couldn't help but give her a small kiss on the cheek. I could

smell her sweet fragrance. Afraid of running out of time, I squatted down beside the bed. I didn't lift the blanket

, afraid my mother would get cold. I just put my hands under the blanket and grabbed

a handful of her breasts, squeezing them hard. They were so full and elastic. Not satisfied, I

reached under her bra and touched her stomach first. There wasn't much fat on her waist

, and it felt very smooth. I was impatient, so I moved up and touched her breasts. The wonderful feeling in my hands at that

moment made me happy. I put both hands in and found that I needed

both hands to grab one of her breasts. Of course, it couldn't be that big, but it was

definitely .

I gently pinched my mother's small nipples with my thumb and forefinger. Although I couldn't see them, the sensation

was novel and fun to feel. Then, with one nipple in each hand, I kneaded and rubbed my mother's

two plump mounds, feeling like I hadn't had enough of touching them when I was a child. I truly felt I

could never get enough of touching them in my lifetime.

I don't know how long I touched them, but I think my mother's nipples were probably quite red from my touching. However, my mother's nipples didn't harden. Thinking about it, it makes sense; she was sleeping so soundly that she couldn't possibly feel anything. It would be abnormal

if they hardened . Then I withdrew my hand. I had another goal today. Yes, I wanted to touch my mother's genitals. I had only seen her genitals once before, and that was by peeping. Today, I had the chance to feel my mother's two labia, so of course I wouldn't miss this opportunity. I first spread my mother's thighs apart a little, and then started touching . My mother had quite a lot of hair; I could feel a lot of it. I pressed my palm against my mother's mons pubis. Hmm , it was very soft. My mother did have quite a lot of hair. I continued to touch down and touched my mother's two labia majora. I covered my mother's two labia with my palm again, felt them for a while, and then slid my fingers along the slit in the middle . I roughly knew where a woman's clitoris was, so I touched it with my fingers for a while. Then I found that my mother's clitoris wasn't big; it was like a small fleshy lump. I touched it for a while and then touched my mother's vaginal opening with my fingers, but I didn't dare to put them inside. After touching her for a while, I pulled my hand away, afraid that my mother would find out if I touched her for too long. Actually, what I really wanted to touch next was my mother's buttocks. This was more attractive to me than her breasts and vagina. I first lifted my mother's left side, making her lie on her side, using one hand to prevent her from rolling back, and then used the other hand to touch her buttocks. Ah, my mother's buttocks have always had a strange attraction to me. This time, I wasn't afraid that my mother would wake up, so I squeezed and kneaded them hard. They were so big, smooth, and elastic. This time, I slid my middle finger into my mother's cleft , slowly moving it down little by little, feeling the warmth of her cleft, and even touching some downy hair . Ah, my mother has so much hair. Then I touched my mother's anus. My middle finger was sandwiched between my mother's buttocks, and I lightly touched her anus a few times before pulling it out. I continued to knead my mother's buttocks, and after making sure she wouldn't roll back, I started masturbating with my other hand. I felt like I touched her for a long time. Finally, feeling I'd had enough and it was getting late, I pulled my hand out , kissed my mother's lips, and went to sleep. The next day, my mother showed no unusual behavior. After all, I'd been quite careful, leaving no marks . After this, I'd essentially touched every inch of my mother's body. But for this little pervert, it was just the beginning. I never imagined I'd go so far down this path, becoming completely addicted . What happens next? We'll find out next time. **************************** Little Fish: Hello everyone! This chapter was written quite slowly. I need to think about the rest because I 've forgotten some things. I hope you can wait a few days. I'm very busy moving between two places recently, so this chapter was a bit rushed. I'll write it properly when I have more free time. Please support me! I'll read all the replies and shamelessly ask for likes. Main Text [Soothing the Heart of Mother] Chapter 5: Discovered Again Author: Little Fish. Published on this site on 2017/7/12. Word count: 6470. [The Heart of a Mother] Chapter 5: Discovered Again. Ever since I had the chance to touch my mother's body, I've been completely captivated by her beauty. But such opportunities are rare. My mother takes very few sleeping pills now, and the factory is about to enter its off-season , so she doesn't usually sleep very soundly at night due to less overtime. Occasionally, I'll touch her thighs when she's snoring softly, but that's about it. After a few weeks, I became increasingly unsatisfied. I wanted to feel my mother's body properly again. Last time , I only touched her; I didn't see anything. If I could see and touch at the same time, it would be incredibly pleasurable. However , ideals are often far from reality. Before winter break, I almost never had the chance to touch my mother again. And after winter break, my sister would be coming back, and then there would be even less chance for the three of us to share a bed. However, during winter break, we usually went back to my maternal grandparents' house and stayed until after the New Year. Also, with final exams approaching , my mind gradually turned to studying, and I temporarily put aside my lewd thoughts. But I wasn't going to give up so easily; I wasn't planning on stopping. Time flew by, and before I knew it, winter break was here, and my sister came home. Before going back to my maternal grandparents' house, the three of us squeezed into one bed. Back then, having three blankets was quite a hassle; we were all covered by one big cotton quilt . This unshakeable situation made my thoughts start to stir again. My mom and sister both liked to sleep wearing only an underwear and shorts, and occasionally thermal underwear. I often thought about doing something naughty after my mother and sister fell asleep. At that time, my sister slept in the middle, and I slept against the wall , so my mother definitely couldn't reach me.

By then, my older sister, who was in college, had fully developed in all her areas. I always felt that her breasts

were no smaller than my mother's. I still vividly remember the time I secretly touched her a few years ago, but the

fact that she caught me still bothers me. I didn't dare to make a move on her. Besides, to be

honest , my mother was far more attractive to me than my sister at that time. If I couldn't get my hands on my mother, I wasn't really interested in

getting my hands on my sister.

But at that time, I felt very sexually aroused, and I couldn't help but do something naughty. I also felt that

my sister should have lowered her guard against me and wouldn't be so wary of me anymore, so I started plotting

against her .

It was already very cramped for three people to share a bed. In the summer, I could sleep on the floor, but in the winter, sleeping on the floor

would be suicidal. So I slept on the innermost side, and my sister slept in the middle. How

fascinated I was by the female body at that time? On the second night my sister arrived, I made my move on her. How bold, right? I remember that day my sister watched

TV very late. I waited for her to go to sleep before falling asleep myself. My mother had also been asleep for a long time. I was woken up in the middle of the night by the urge to pee. As soon as I

woke up, I found my sister's face very close to my hand. I gently touched her cheek

, but she didn't react.

Luckily, the three of us were sharing a blanket, which made it easy for me to grope her. I

first relieved myself, washed my hands, and got into bed. I even warmed my hands first—a

funny habit I developed recently from secretly doing something with my mom and sister.

I gently nudged my sister a few times, finding she was sleeping soundly. However, since she doesn't

snore , I didn't dare move too much. I first reached out and rubbed my hand against her through her clothes. She was

lying on her back, and even through the blanket, I could see a bulge. A few rubs weren't enough, so I

gently placed my hand next to her right breast, first covering it completely. After a while, seeing no

reaction I squeezed it. It felt very elastic, not as soft as my mother's, but seemingly firmer.

I pinched it and immediately pulled my hand back. Staring at my sister, who was still breathing steadily and asleep, I

confidently began to touch her breasts with about the same amount of force. My sister's breasts were really big

, even bigger than my mother's. I touched the two nipples and felt they were also bigger than

my mother 's. I really wanted to suck on those big breasts.

After touching them for a while, I moved on. First, I pulled her bra up a little from her stomach,

then I put my hand inside her panties. Sure enough, her pubic hair was very thick. I didn't dare

touch any further; waking her up in her sensitive area wouldn't be good. After touching her breasts for a while longer, I pulled my hand away and went

to sleep .

The next day, my sister seemed normal, interacting with me as usual. This undoubtedly emboldened me. For

the next few nights, I waited until she was asleep before starting to grope her. However, alas, I had previously stumbled when I peeked at

my mother bathing and ended up doing the same thing with my sister. I didn't expect it to happen again this time. That night, after touching

my sister's breasts a few times, I wasn't satisfied, so I boldly slipped my hand inside her bra and touched

her breasts from bottom to top. The feeling at that moment could be summed up in one word: amazing. They were big and smooth, soft yet firm, full of amazing

elasticity. I couldn't stop touching them. But just as I was lost in the moment, I didn't notice that my sister had

opened eyes.

At that time, my sister was lying on her side facing me. I had both hands inside her bra, my head hidden under

the covers, unaware that my sister was awake. I had just pinched my sister's two nipples with my thumb and forefinger when I

realized something was wrong. Instinctively, I didn't let go, but instead peeked out from under the covers at my sister. I saw her face

flushed red as she glared at me. I froze, staring at her for a few seconds, my hand still on her breasts.

I snapped out of it and immediately pulled my hand away, too scared to say a word, turning away to avoid looking at her. My sister seemed

equally taken aback. After a few seconds, she kicked me hard in the back. I

didn't dare make a sound, silently enduring the kick. I think I heard her curse a few times, then she pinched me hard with her hand

. Have you ever been pinched by a woman? It really hurts, not some joke. I

couldn't take it after a few pinches, so I turned back and grabbed my sister's hand, but still wouldn't look her in the eye.

My sister seemed surprised that I dared to resist. Without thinking, she kicked me in the stomach. It was a hard kick;

it hit my heart. I couldn't take it, and I released my grip on her, clutching my chest with both hands. I

cried , actually unable to make a sound. Tears streamed down my face. That kick was

really hard; being hit in that spot is unbearable.

My sister seemed surprised that her kick hurt so much. She didn't touch me again, seemingly worried that I

might have been hurt. At this moment, my mother was woken up by our noise and asked what was wrong. I didn't answer; I was in too much pain

to speak. Then I heard my sister say that everything was alright, that she had a nightmare. My mother just said "oh" and went back

to sleep.

I was still clutching my chest, unable to speak. My sister seemed to regret kicking me so hard and reached out to

rub it for me. Because we were under the covers, she couldn't see where she had kicked me and was afraid of waking Mother. So she quietly asked me

where I had been kicked. I didn't answer. Although I was terrified that my sister had found out I had done something wrong, seeing that she

still cared about me made me feel relieved, and my chest didn't hurt as much anymore. But I still didn't dare to make a sound.

It was better for my sister to think I was still in pain, so I said in a voice that sounded like it hurt a lot. My sister seemed a little anxious

and kept asking me where I had been kicked.

I don't know why, but I subconsciously said that my sister had kicked me down there, and that I felt like my testicles

were broken. I hoped that this would make my sister less angry with me, since I had touched her breasts like that earlier,

and she was indeed still very angry. Her face was still red. Fortunately, she didn't seem to be planning to tell Mother. And when

my sister heard that she had kicked me down there, she seemed to panic. When she heard me say that my testicles were broken, she was so scared that she asked me stupidly,

"Broken?"

I heard my sister seemed startled by what I said, and realizing this tactic had worked, I said, "Yes, it hurts like I'm

broken, and it seems like I'm bleeding." Upon hearing that I seemed to be bleeding, my sister froze, then stammered

that it was my fault for doing something disgusting to her, which was why she kicked me. She stammered a few words before realizing what I meant.

I wanted to turn on the light to check if my genitals were okay, but I was afraid of being caught, so I told my sister not to turn on the light, because if Mom found

out , it would be all over. By "all over," I really meant I

was in trouble; if Mom found out I'd been touching my sister, she'd

beat me

severely. But my sister, perhaps afraid of Mom's wrath, thought that if she found out I'd been kicked in the groin and damaged, even if I was in the wrong, Mom probably wouldn't forgive her. So, my sister was intimidated and didn't dare turn on the light, but she was still worried about my genitals—that's the most important

part of the human body! I just wanted to make her think I was badly injured, to lessen her anger, but

I didn't expect what would happen next. My sister was probably genuinely worried that she'd hurt me, and

since I could react, she reached out and touched my genitals. This time, I was stunned;

I hadn't expected my sister to use her hand to check if I was okay.

She seemed worried I was still in pain, and after touching me, she asked if it still hurt. Back then, I was incredibly audacious

. Knowing how worried my sister was about me, even going so far as to touch my genitals to check my injury, the wicked thoughts that had just vanished after

her beatings resurfaced. I came up with a bold idea: I

told my sister I was in terrible pain and wanted to call Mom to check on me. Sure enough, my sister immediately told me not to call Mom, or she

'd definitely punish me. I said I was in so much pain I couldn't even touch her. Hearing

this, my sister, feeling helpless, reached out and rubbed it, asking if I could feel anything. Her touch almost made me hard

, and I said that her rubbing seemed to help, so I asked her to continue.

My sister was initially fooled by my feigned injury; otherwise, she would have realized I was faking it if she had thought about it carefully

. However, she was genuinely worried that something might happen to me, so she reached out and started rubbing my genitals. At that moment, I

felt so comfortable that I couldn't even feel the chest pain anymore. My sister's soft little hands were rubbing my scrotum, and I felt I could be even more audacious

. So I told my sister that touching through my pants was useless, and I immediately pulled off my boxer shorts. My sister didn't know what I was going to

do, but when she saw me pull the shorts out of the blanket and heard me say that I wanted her to check if there was any blood on them

, she was stunned and actually took them to look.

At that moment, I grabbed my sister's hand and placed it on my penis. My sister pulled her hand away slightly. This was probably

the first time she had directly grabbed a man's penis with her hand. I saw that my sister was still blushing, but this time it

was probably different from before. I said to my sister to continue rubbing it for me, so that it would feel more comfortable and less painful. My sister didn't

answer but just started rubbing. I felt incredibly stimulated, like my sister was giving me a handjob. I

unconsciously became very hard. My sister's small hand felt my heat and swelling, and she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief,

probably thinking that if she could get hard, it meant that everything was okay.

Actually, I was fine down there, and the chest pain had subsided. But I couldn't

bear to let my sister's hands, so I told her that my genitals were swollen and hurt a lot. I asked if she had kicked me. My sister

blushed and said that the swelling wasn't from her kick. I still insisted that it hurt terribly and asked her to continue rubbing. My sister

obediently continued to rub me. Actually, my sister was probably a little curious about the male body at that time. Although

she wouldn't study such things, she had kicked me and was afraid that I would get hurt, so she kept rubbing

. I felt my sister's hands on my genitals, rubbing back and forth. I felt like I was floating on air. Although strictly speaking, this

couldn't be considered my sister helping me masturbate, as there was no back and forth manipulation, the feeling was

much better than masturbating by myself.

I was afraid that if I waited too long, my sister would find out that I was faking it, and I was already on the verge of climaxing. Before

long, I held up my shorts to the tip of my penis. My sister thought that I was better and no longer in pain and wanted to put my underwear back on

, so she tried to pull her hand away. But I pressed her hand down and made her hold my penis directly. I quickly stroked it a few times and

then ejaculated.

As soon as I finished ejaculating, my mind cleared up considerably. I realized I'd been a bit too bold and felt a little guilty. I didn't dare

look at my sister, just hiding my head under the covers. My sister didn't say anything. I heard her get out of bed, seemingly to wash her hands

. I'd ejaculated quite a bit, so some must have gotten on her hands. My underwear was too worn to wear anymore, so

I just tossed it into the laundry basket. After washing, my sister got back into bed. I still didn't dare show my face. Then,

my sister pulled the covers off my face, and I finally looked at her. Her face was still red

like two little apples, and she was clearly quite angry. But she still asked me if it still hurt. I said

it didn't hurt anymore and thanked her for rubbing it for me. Hearing that, her face turned even redder. She told me not to tell Mom and that if I

dared to touch her again, she would break my hand.

Although I felt a little guilty seeing my sister's flushed face, I wasn't really scared anymore.

My sister was very angry that I touched her breasts, but she seemed to think I was just a little lecherous, not that

I was violating or insulting her. Besides, the kick I gave her earlier had scared her, and she had been massaging me for so long and

even helped me ejaculate. I don't know if my sister realized that I was faking it, but her initial anger had subsided a

lot. She also seemed afraid that Mom would find out, so she didn't dare to tell her.

Thinking that my sister probably wouldn't blame me, I quietly apologized. She told

me not to think about such things, and that doing such bad things could land me in jail. I knew she was just trying to

scare

touched her breasts, and although she kicked and pinched me, I felt it was all worth it. She

told me not to do it again, but I didn't think that way. This time, she actually forgave me. Although

part of reason was because I pretended to be in pain, I felt that what I did to my sister wouldn't really disgust

her or make her truly angry with me. As I mentioned before, my sister loves me very much. Over the years, she

has always . She didn't tell her when she found out I was peeping at our mother taking a bath. Although I did something bad to her today

, I feel like I have a better understanding of the situation now. My sister seems to be a little indulgent towards me.

This idea could be described as being somewhat blinded by lust. You know, those kicks and pinches were real

, but I still wanted to confirm my suspicions. The next day, my sister

kept glaring at me and scolding me, her face constantly red. But I noticed she only

glared and scolded me when Mother couldn't see. Oh well, scolding doesn't hurt, right? I felt a wave of guilt from the previous night.

The feeling was almost gone. When my sister glared at me, I gave her a slightly lewd smile, which made her want to hit me.

But I wasn't afraid. My sister had only hit me yesterday because she was angry and embarrassed.

She should be less angry after a night, but I still had plans for tonight.

Before my mother went to bed, my sister told me to behave, or she would scold me like she did yesterday. I

thought about it. Did she mean she wanted to continue rubbing my penis? Of course, I didn't dare to ask. I just nodded

silently . After my mother fell asleep, I kept observing my sister. She was lying in bed

reading, occasionally glaring at me, seemingly still angry with me. But I was really not afraid anymore. When I saw that my mother was asleep

, I knew it was time. I slowly put my hand next to my sister. Because it was under the covers, my sister

didn't see me. She probably thought that after she found out yesterday, I wouldn't have the guts. But she was wrong.

I slowly placed my hand near my sister's stomach. She still didn't notice. Mustering my courage, I touched

her hand. She was startled, surprised that I was so bold as to touch her. Without thinking, she tapped me on the

head with a book, her face even redder than before. She muttered annoyance at me for becoming so naughty. I didn't answer, just

looked her. She glared at me and said she'd get really angry if I did that again. Looking into her eyes, I could tell she was

genuinely angry, but wouldn't actually do anything to me. So,

I boldly reached out and pinched her cheek before she could react. She froze. I

chuckled at her, and she smacked me hard. I ignored her. As she reached out to hit me, I casually

touched her chest. Now my sister got a little angry. She covered her chest with one hand and tried to teach me a lesson with the other

. But I wasn't going to let her succeed. Just as she tried to hit me with her other hand, I grabbed it with my left hand.

Then, without any restraint, I touched her stomach with my right hand. My sister blushed. Afraid of waking our mother, she didn't dare

to move too much and tried to kick me. But then I said to her, "My lower body still hurts. Do you still want to kick me

down there ?" My sister was stunned. She slowly lowered her foot, but grabbed both of my hands, preventing me from continuing my mischief.

But that couldn't stop me. I simply leaned closer to my sister, pressing my face against

her chest, my face nestled between her breasts. My sister panicked, letting go of my hands and trying to push my

face away. I then took the opportunity to place my two free hands on my sister's round buttocks and gave them a hard squeeze,

feeling like they were about to drip with moisture. My sister let out a cry, suddenly unsure

of what to do after my sneak attack on two sensitive areas. She told me to behave, or she would get really angry and call Mother to discipline me.

I knew my sister was just trying to scare me. If she wanted to scream, she would have done it yesterday, why wait until now? Besides, she

couldn't wake Mom, so I ignored her and continued rubbing against her. When that didn't work, she tried

to pinch me. At this point, her feet couldn't reach me, so I let her pinch me. As long as she didn't kill me, I wouldn't let go

. She pinched me hard with both hands, but I stubbornly refused to let go, and I also rubbed her buttocks hard, my face constantly

circling between her breasts. I felt my back getting bruised from her pinching.

After struggling with my sister like this for a while, I got so hurt that I thought of a way to tickle her

. She's very ticklish and couldn't take it anymore, but I had her legs clamped between my legs, so she couldn't move and surrendered

, begging me to let her go. Hmph, she pinched me so hard, how could I let her go? I continued to tickle her with one hand, while the other hand

reached into her underwear, directly feeling her round, bouncy buttocks. They were so elastic.

My sister was really upset. In her panic, she pinched me hard. I cried out in pain and let go. Taking advantage of this, she broke free

and kicked me against the wall. But her movement was too forceful, and my mother seemed to sense it. She rolled over

, and my sister stopped kicking me, though her foot remained in the kicking position. I, on the other hand, shamelessly grabbed

my sister's foot and tickled her. She wanted to laugh but didn't dare, and she wanted to pinch me, so I let go of her foot

, crawled under the covers, leaned against my sister, pressed my face against her stomach, wrapped my arms around her waist, and then stopped

moving. My sister was almost exhausted from what I was doing, and she asked me softly, "What do you want to do?"

I didn't answer, just pressed my face against my sister's belly without saying a word. Seeing my shameless behavior, my sister

couldn't do anything about it; she couldn't push me away, so she just let me hold her and ignore me. So I stayed in that strange

position and started to sleep. Today I was just trying to cross my sister's line; I didn't dare to be too outrageous. This was enough

. I knew I had to take it slowly; I wouldn't let my sister off easily.

[Chapter 6 of "Soothing the Heart of a Mother," Returning to My Hometown]

Author: lgy920.

Word Count: 6126.

[Chapter 6 of "Soothing the Heart of a Mother," Returning to My Hometown].

The next day when I woke up, my face was still pressed against my sister's belly, which felt very uncomfortable. My sister was

asleep, holding my head with both hands. I knew my sister couldn't push this little rascal away, but I had to be careful of my mother.

Luckily, she hadn't woken up yet, otherwise she would definitely ask me questions if she saw me like this.

My sister smelled so good, I didn't want to get up. My hand wandered over and started

gently . She immediately woke up, and when she realized I was groping her,

she pushed me away, gave me a hard tap on the head, and blushed, saying, "Xiaoyu, don't do that again. That's

indecent , you know? Don't learn bad habits." I just smiled shamelessly at her. This was the second time;

I didn't really care what she said anymore. I knew how to avoid crossing her

boundaries.

During the day, I didn't do anything inappropriate to her. We had a good relationship, and

she thought I had listened to her. If she had firmly rejected me from the beginning, I wouldn't have

dared to do it. But now it was too late to stop me, and I was sure she wouldn't

tell Mom.

It was evening again, and I went to bed early. Luckily, my mother had to work overtime, so it was just

my sister and me at home. My sister was watching TV, while I tried to catch up on sleep. I slept for almost

five hours starting in the evening, but woke up around midnight because I needed to pee. I had drunk a lot of water beforehand

. My sister was already lying on the bed with her back to me; I didn't know if she was asleep.

After washing my hands, I lay down next to her. I was incredibly bold; with my mother not around, I just...

I hugged my sister, my arms around her waist, my face pressed against her back. I didn't even try to be gentle,

but she woke up immediately, grabbed my hands, and rolled over. She tried to hit me, but I wasn't afraid. I pulled back and

hugged her tightly, not moving around but not letting go either. My sister was furious, and she couldn't push me away. She scolded me, but I wouldn't listen.

After a while sighed and gave in, calling me a little hooligan.

Hehe, the rascal is only just getting started. I'll stay still for now, just gently rubbing my face against my sister's soft

belly, smelling her sweet scent. My hands are starting to wander, lightly groping her back

. My sister tells me to behave, but I can tell she's not very firm, so I ignore her and continue

groping. She can't do anything about it, she just won't let my hands touch too low. But I'm not going to give up so easily.

First , I tickled her with one hand.

As soon as she let go, I pressed my hand on her buttocks and didn't intend to let go. My sister felt her buttocks being pinched and tried to pinch me to let go, but I wasn't going to

give her that chance. At that moment, my mouth launched a surprise attack, grabbing my sister's clothes and kissing her

belly button. My sister cried out from the kiss.

She immediately pushed me away forcefully, ignoring the fact that my hands were kneading her buttocks. My sister pushed

my head away with her hands, but I didn't let go. I pressed my sister towards me with force and stuck out my tongue to

lick several times. At that time, I didn't know that women had so-called sensitive spots, but my sister's navel seemed to be

a place where she felt very strongly. After I licked it a few times, my sister stopped moaning and her hands seemed to lose

strength . I thought my sister was no longer resisting, so I continued to lick. My sister made a strange sound,

which was very similar to the sound my mother made that night when I was a child. I became excited and directly put my hands into my sister's

underwear . I squeezed one of her buttocks with one hand and explored the cleft of her buttocks with the other hand. I also

became more and more enthusiastic, licking my sister's sexy navel.

My sister, perhaps caught off guard, didn't push me away but

instead I found her voice incredibly alluring, and not wanting it to stop, I became even more enthusiastic.

I felt my fingers touch her shy little anus in her cleft; I pressed it. This seemed to snap

her out of it, and she pushed me away forcefully. I didn't continue clinging to her but instead peeked at

her.

She seemed embarrassed by my earlier actions of licking her belly and making faces, but this time I had taken advantage of

her, crossed a line. Tears immediately streamed down her face. I panicked; I hadn't expected to make

her cry. I quickly apologized, wiping her tears and saying she smelled so good

I couldn't resist. She cried and scolded me, asking why I wouldn't listen to her and why I was taking advantage of her. I just told

her I wasn't taking advantage of her, that it just felt good to hold her like this, and asked her not to be angry.

My sister cried for a while, her eyes were red. I felt a little regretful, thinking I had been a bit too forward. At

first hugging her was fine, but licking her and touching her bottom seemed to be something she couldn't accept.

What if she hated me later? At this point, my sister wiped away her tears and told me she would tell Mom and have her

kill me. Although I knew she wouldn't tell Mom, I still felt it was

better not to go against her too much, so I forced myself to say, "Sister, you seemed to enjoy it when I licked your belly button, so I didn't

stop." When my sister heard this, her face turned bright red. She had indeed felt a little

comfortable , and that strange feeling seemed quite enjoyable. But after hearing what I said, she was very embarrassed and

couldn't think of anything to say in response. She just said I was being a pervert and that she didn't feel comfortable at all. Then she turned away and ignored me

.

Seeing my sister like this, I knew I was right; I had licked the right spots. So, I

shamelessly asked her, "Sister, can I keep holding you?" Before she could answer, I hugged her and

wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. This time, she didn't say anything, just held my hands. I knew she had just

cried and I couldn't be too hasty, so I gently rubbed her little hands. Embarrassed, she let go of

my hands. Without thinking, I placed my hands on her stomach and felt that the

spot I had licked was still a little wet. This excited me again. This time, I pressed my lips to her

back. She felt it and said, "How disgusting! Licking her like that!" But I didn't answer her. I just

boldly lifted her clothes a little and kissed her smooth back, tracing circles on

her .

My sister's belly button is really sensitive. It was a little unbearable when I touched it like that. Later, I asked her about it, and she said

it's like the soles of her feet – she doesn't feel anything when she touches

it

didn't resist at all, so I continued to stroke and kiss her. Later, I even turned her over, and she didn't resist, letting me do as I pleased. So I kissed her belly button again, and

this time she couldn't help but cry out. My hand also slipped inside her underwear again, kneading her

round, fleshy buttocks. It felt incredibly good. This time, I did it for a long time, but I didn't touch

any other , and I didn't dare touch her anus.

I slowly released her, staring at her. She seemed a little afraid to look at me, and didn't say

anything about , just that she was done touching and should go to sleep, that she owed me something. I felt satisfied

. I knew that hugging my sister like this wouldn't be a big problem anymore. As for her other parts, I wasn't in a hurry; I could take

my time .

To be honest, back then I only wanted to touch or kiss my sister. I didn't think about anything more

. It wasn't that I was impotent; it's just that my desire for her wasn't very strong. I've already said that I

only targeted my sister because I couldn't touch my mother. I was more interested in my mother's body.

The following days were great. At night, I would make my move on my sister. Although she wouldn't let

me touch her genitals or breasts, she didn't resist much in other areas. I also learned that she seemed

to enjoy it when I licked her belly button. I would lick that area every time, and she would become limp and let me touch her. One

time, I couldn't resist and while licking her belly button, my hand touched her breasts. My sister...

She grabbed my hand, and I didn't let go. Instead, I started licking her vigorously. My sister seemed to

lose all strength from my licking and let go of my hand. I didn't let this opportunity pass and started kneading my sister's large breasts

. They were really bigger than my mother's, and even more elastic. After all, she was younger. But I still

felt more excited when I touched my mother's breasts. The same goes for her buttocks. My sister's breasts didn't give me the same

feeling as my mother's.

I playfully pinched my sister's nipple and then let go, continuing to stroke her buttocks and even

inserting her cleft. It felt so good! Although I couldn't reach her front, the unique

warmth of her cleft was irresistible. I stroked it again and again, and my sister seemed to get aroused by my touch, even making

a sound . However, that time was a bit unfortunate; my mother opened the door and came in, startling my sister so much that she immediately

moved back inside. I was also startled and didn't dare to make a sound. My mother didn't seem to notice much, but asked

why we weren't asleep yet. My sister didn't answer, but I said that I had just finished watching TV and

couldn't sleep My mother said "oh" and went to take a shower.

While my mother was taking a bath, I tried to touch my sister again, but she refused. She seemed afraid that

my mother would find out I had touched her. I don't know why my sister is always a little afraid of my mother. My mother rarely loses her temper, but

I think I can understand it a little. Although my mother rarely loses her temper with people, once she does, it's terrifying

. I remember once my sister came home very late from playing with her friends. My mother thought something had happened to her

and searched the whole village for her. Later, she found that my sister and her friends had been playing in a dilapidated temple on the mountain in our hometown and had run out

of My mother was so angry that she dragged my sister home and gave her a severe beating. She

beat my sister hard with a feather duster. My sister later told me that she felt like her buttocks were gone from being beaten. She cried her eyes out, and my

grandparents my sister never dared to do

anything to anger my mother again.

Now I knew my sister wouldn't let me touch her anymore, so I gave up. Instead, I thought about going back

to my hometown tomorrow to celebrate the New Year. I hadn't seen my grandparents in a long time and missed them terribly. I looked at my mother's blurry

figure , wondering if I'd have another chance to watch her bathe. I hadn't touched

my mother's body since my sister came back, and I'd been itching to do it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have made a move on my sister. Going back for the New Year would be

a great opportunity for me.

I fell asleep with these random thoughts in my mind. The next morning, we set off early

. The three of us took a bus back to our hometown. We bought a lot of New Year's goods along the way.

The New Year's atmosphere back then was much stronger than it is now. Even before New Year's Eve, there was a lively atmosphere in the streets and alleys.

Many of our children who worked away from home would choose to come back to our hometown for the New Year. There was no place to park in the car. Moreover, this

time when we returned to our hometown, it snowed heavily, making it difficult to drive. The roads

in the drivers who made a living by driving their own cars dared not drive. The roads were very slippery because the snow had not been cleared. So, we and

some other villagers carried our New Year's goods and started walking from the nearest bus stop outside the village.

Back then, there were side paths along the road. Our group walked in a single file, making it less slippery where others

had walked I walked behind my mother. The main road in our village

was built along the hills, and all around us was vast expanses of white snow. Rows of bamboo were flattened by the weight of the snow

. That beautiful scene is now quite blurry in my memory.

Walking behind my mother, watching her body, her swaying hips, even though it was a freezing day,

my mind was filled with thoughts of the time I saw her bathing in the rented room. My mind started wandering again. I

thought about how much we'd walked today, how we were sweating, and how my mother would definitely need to bathe. That meant I'd have a chance

to see her bathe today! I was so excited. Ah, the restlessness of adolescence, my mind filled with these kinds of random thoughts.

It took us about an hour and a half to get back to my maternal grandparents' house. There were already

quite a few people there. I should mention here that my maternal grandmother had two sons and two daughters. My mother was

the third child, born in the order of girl to boy and boy. People were very prolific back then, but four was still considered quite a lot.

My aunt and uncle had already arrived, so there weren't enough rooms at my maternal grandparents' house. My eldest uncle and youngest uncle slept

at their wives' houses. They were all from the same village and lived nearby. The three of us slept at my maternal grandparents' house with my two cousins,

my aunt , and my aunt. My eldest cousin, my aunt's eldest daughter, was a few years older than my sister

and was already married, but she hadn't brought her husband with her. My youngest cousin was a year younger than my sister, but she hadn't gone to university and

was already working.

I've always liked my older cousin. She's a very virtuous and kind woman, hardworking and sensible

. She's a primary school teacher, and I've always felt that her husband must have accumulated a lot of good karma in his past life to marry her. But don't get the wrong idea,

folks , I've never done anything inappropriate to my cousins, not before, and

not now.

As evening approached, they started preparing to boil water for a bath. In this cold weather, everyone finishes bathing early and goes

to bed to watch TV. I was first in line. Back then, we were using one of those big bathtubs, in the same

room . After I finished bathing, I specifically checked the door, and sure enough, the gaps were still there. This time, I deliberately

made the gap I wanted to peek through a little bigger.

While my sisters were showering, I waited. I didn't intend to peek at them; all I

could think was my mother's body. I hadn't seen her in a long time, and I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by.

After waiting a while in bed watching TV, I heard my sister say she was done showering and that Mom could go shower now. I planned to

peek in about ten minutes. As I was getting ready, my sister climbed into bed. I was supposed to

share a bed with Mom, and my sister and two cousins would share, but they told me to warm up their bed first, and that

they would watch TV in the living room downstairs after they finished showering.

I saw my sister wearing red panties and a white bra on the bed, her large breasts pushing the bra up

high . Seeing that it was just my sister and me in the room, I thought I'd take advantage of my sister before peeking at Mom.

I was quite bold then, thinking that since she'd done this a few times before, she wouldn't refuse. Without saying a word, I hugged

her. She hesitated for a moment, but as expected, she didn't refuse. She just tapped my head and told me to be careful.

What if others see me? I grinned foolishly at my sister, then skillfully lifted her clothes and started

kissing her belly button. My sister tensed up immediately; she didn't dare lie down and looked towards the door. I then pressed

half of my body against her legs and licked her with great enthusiasm, while my hands also wandered, gently touching her buttocks.

After a few times, I knew my sister enjoyed being licked like that and was less resistant.

Then, I slowly placed my hands below her breasts. She seemed to want to push my hands away; she still didn't want me to touch her breasts

. But this time, I was bold and reached directly into her bra

, grabbing both breasts in one go. My sister smacked my head hard, telling me to let go

or wouldn't let me hug her anymore. I shamelessly told her I'd only touch them for a little while, and then let go. She pushed me away a bit and

let me have my way. I knew that if I succeeded this time, it would be easy next time. However, I only touched them for a short while before letting go. I

lifted myself up, looked at my sister, and said I wanted to see her breasts, asking if it was okay. My sister didn't expect me to

push my luck and immediately said no.

I only mentioned it to my sister briefly, just to test the waters, and we'd take it slow next time. Just then, I heard

my mother come into the room, and I knew it was time. I told my sister I needed to go to the bathroom, and the scenario

was exactly the same . I was about to get out of bed when my sister grabbed me and asked if I was trying to peep at my mother taking a bath. I was startled

. How could my sister guess what I was up to so quickly? Was I that obvious? I immediately told her I wasn't doing

anything wrong and that I wouldn't dare. My sister said there was nothing I wouldn't dare to do, and that she could tell what I was thinking just by looking at me. She said she would come downstairs

with and keep an eye on me.

Good heavens! Why hasn't she peeked in so long? I wanted to peek again, but my sister guessed it! I

was a little annoyed, so I said to her, "Fine, come with me then. Are you scared of me?" I followed her downstairs. Back then, I

still peed in the backyard. My sister seemed genuinely planning to follow me, so she took a flashlight and came down with me. Because

it gets dark early in winter, we had to be careful. I felt like my sister was watching me closely this time, and I figured I had no chance

. Disheartened, I pulled out my penis and honestly started peeing. My sister was behind me, shining the light.

I was a little resentful that my sister had ruined my plans, so I had a mischievous idea. I told her I couldn't see the chamber pot and asked her

to shine the light closer, otherwise I'd pee outside. Back then, we peed in those chamber pots. My sister

said I was being nosy, but she still shone the light. I told her to shine it on my penis so I could see it clearly

. My sister didn't expect me to be so cunning. She kicked my butt with her knee, but still shone the light, though she

didn't dare look down. I said to her in a lewd way, "Sister, do you want to see, baby?" My sister kicked me again,

but this time, to my surprise, she actually turned and looked at my crotch. My little brother jumped in surprise

. After looking for a few seconds, she blushed and said it looked awful, telling me to hurry up and finish peeing and go back. I was just making

an excuse , and I didn't pee much. I shuddered a few times and went upstairs with her.

But on the way back to the room, I stopped by the shower area and could hear my mother showering

. I only listened for a few seconds before my sister grabbed my ear and dragged me into the room. I was afraid my mother would hear, so

I didn't dare to scream. I was so angry! I didn't know if I'd have another chance after this, so I thought I'd

get my revenge on my sister.

At that time, I wasn't too afraid of such unethical things. On the one hand, I was still young and

curious about these things, and on the other hand, my sister had been a little indulgent towards me and hadn't stopped me in time, which led to what happened later

. This time, spending the New Year at my grandmother's house was a turning point because I saw something else.

[The Heart of Mother's Love] Chapter Seven: How Many Times Can a Person Get Caught in the Act

? Author: lgy920.

Word Count: 5245.

[The Heart of a Mother] Chapter Seven: How Many Times Can a Person Get Caught?

Last time, I mentioned that I was very resentful because I couldn't peek at my mother taking a bath under my sister's watchful eye.

So I sulked at her and went to bed without saying a word. I slept with my mother for those few days,

since there were more people than beds. However, I dared not sneak around on my mother at night. If my sister found out that I still had

feelings for my mother, I would become much more timid.

The village was quite lively in the days leading up to New Year's Eve. More and more people returned to their hometown to celebrate the New Year. Back then,

the New Year really had that festive atmosphere, full of New Year's spirit. Sometimes, the villagers would gather together

to chat and eat New Year's cakes. Unlike now, the New Year is no different from any other day, and

there are not many families gathering together. After I went to university, I didn't go back to my hometown for a long time. But that's another story

.

I remember that year's Spring Festival was the one I remember most clearly. I

had a lot of fun with friends I didn't see often, setting off firecrackers together, those big red eagles and the like. New Year's Eve

was the most exciting and lively day, everyone stayed up to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and we

all sat together in front of the TV. This was something I had never experienced at my father's house, and I felt very

happy then.

In previous chapters, I mentioned that I learned a lot about relationships between men and women from my father's house and from that guy, Ah

Feng . This might make people think I was precocious in that area from a young age, but actually

, I quickly forgot all that stuff when I returned to my mother's house. I've also mostly forgotten the porn I watched. I was so young then, I was just curious and excited about it

, and I forgot it quickly after watching it. Moreover, in reality, I only witnessed my parents

having sex once when I was a child, so to be honest, I didn't really understand sex at that time. Before that, I

always thought that men could only get an erection at certain times, which is really funny when I think about it.

However, now that I'm in junior high, I've done some research myself and finally

have . This understanding, in a way, hasn't made me feel particularly sexually frustrated

or anything like that. Actually, junior high students aren't as sexually active as you might think; that's too unrealistic. When I secretly touched my mother

and sister, it was mostly out of curiosity, and also because it felt fun. I didn't get an erection while touching them or anything like that. At
that
time, I really didn't have any desire to engage in any sexual activity with my mother and sister. I can't quite explain the difference between the two. However, the reason I'm writing this article is, of course, because these thoughts later came to me, and...

I took action. If you ask me if I regret anything, I'll talk about that later

. Let's get back to the main point. After New Year's Eve, it's time to pay New Year's visits. We all visit each other in the village, have lunch
the third day of the Lunar New Year, we all go to my eldest uncle's house first. He had just bought a new house and had been wanting to see it for a long time. My cousin and I have always been very close. He's a few years older than me and often takes me out to play . At that time, my eldest uncle and youngest uncle lived in the same place, not far from each other. I won't mention the name of the place, but it wasn't a particularly developed place back then , but it was much better than the countryside. Here I want to mention my uncle. Well, he's also been to jail. I don't know the specifics of how he got arrested, but I do know that he used to introduce prostitutes to business owners and even ran a foot massage parlor—everyone knows what that is. For a while, he did make a lot of money. However, these kinds of things only happen in waves. After he was arrested, I personally witnessed my grandparents crying for days. And this happened after the year was over. That year, he hadn't had any children yet, but he already had a wife. My uncle is somewhat like my father in some ways—capable, and both made mistakes. However, my aunt ... Uncle UY has pulled back from the brink; he doesn't do anything outrageous anymore, he does a craft job, and he's doing quite well. But what I want to talk about is my other uncle's wife. As I mentioned earlier, my uncle is a bit like my dad; all the wives he's married are very beautiful . However, this wife didn't leave my uncle when he went to jail, and now they have a son. They 're doing very well. That day, we first went to my eldest uncle's house for lunch, then to my youngest uncle's house for dinner and then stayed overnight . My cousins went home after dinner, as it was close to their house. My aunt, on the other hand , had gone back to her hometown for the New Year. I hadn't seen her that many times before; she was a pretty woman, quite attractive . That day , after dinner, my family played cards together. I watched and quickly fell asleep. I was so groggy that someone helped me to bed. When I woke up, it was already past midnight. My uncle's house was already one of those apartment buildings with three bedrooms. My mother, sister, and I were all crammed into one bed. I was woken up by the urge to pee . Just as I was about to go to the bathroom, I noticed someone coming out. Instinctively, I didn't make a sound and peeked out from the doorway. It was my aunt, but to my surprise, she was completely Her large breasts were swaying precariously, and she had a large tuft of hair on her lower body. I was momentarily stunned. But this only lasted a few seconds before she went into her and my uncle's bedroom. Then I heard some sounds coming from inside. I immediately understood what was happening: my uncle and aunt were threatening each other, and my aunt had just ... F was naked because she went to the bathroom halfway through. I suddenly became very alert. The last time I truly witnessed someone having sex was when my parents did it when I was a child. I never expected to have this opportunity again. I tiptoed to my uncle's bedroom door. The door wasn't fully closed, leaving a small crack. It seemed my aunt was in a hurry , leaving the door ajar, which was perfect for this little pervert. I boldly pushed the door open a little and peeked inside. That night, the weather was clear , and the moonlight shone brightly through the window onto my uncle's bed, allowing me to clearly see a live sex scene. I remember that moment vividly because it was the first time I had ever witnessed such a scene since I was old enough to understand. At that moment, something ... A seed was sprouting inside me. Before, I only had a vague understanding of that kind of thing, but this time I really saw it clearly . They were facing away from me; my uncle was lying on the bed, and my aunt was sitting on top of him, their hips connected . My aunt's big white buttocks kept rising and falling, and I could see my uncle's thick, black penis going in and out of her. My uncle's hands were kneading my aunt's breasts like dough, and my aunt's moans and groans never stopped. And how should I put it, my aunt's voice sounded really seductive at that time.

I never knew women could make such seductive sounds. They held this position for a while, and Auntie seemed a little tired. Suddenly

, her buttocks twisted violently a few times, and she lay on top of Uncle without moving. At this moment, Uncle said, "Why aren't you moving, you slut? Weren't you very strong just now?
Were n't you going to sit on me to death? " As he spoke, he thrust his buttocks upwards with force. Auntie let out a lewd moan, and then Uncle rolled over and pinned Auntie down. He said to Auntie, "It's my turn. I haven't had my way with your little slut for half a month. Look how slutty you are. Today I'll teach you a lesson. " After saying that, he started making piston-like movements with his lower body, pressing his upper body down on Uncle . Mom wouldn't let her move, sucking on her aunt's breasts while forcefully fucking her in a tight position. The aunt seemed to be enjoying the fucking, calling out "brother " and "husband" incoherently. "Hmm? Is it good? You little slut, huh? You've missed me a lot, haven't I fucked you for half a month? Look how slutty you are, huh? My sister and nephew are right here, and you still can't resist letting me fuck you? Hmm? I'll fuck you to death." " Hmm...hmm fuck me to death, it feels so good, wuwu so hard, ah , kill me, I'm almost there." The two of them fucked in this position for a while, then the uncle turned his aunt over and started fucking her from behind in a doggy style, the rhythm was not fast but the thrusts were very powerful, and the aunt opened up after a few thrusts. L started begging for mercy. When I saw this, I realized that my penis was incredibly hard. I had never felt so stimulated before . It was the first time I had witnessed a sexual scene so clearly. I felt that I was truly beginning to understand sex. On the one hand, I had already developed, and on the other hand, it was the close stimulation I experienced today. By this time, the two people in the room were almost finished. My uncle's lower body was thrusting rapidly, while my aunt was breathing heavily. My hand was already on my penis, slowly stroking it. My eyes were fixed on it, and I didn't notice that someone had somehow appeared behind me. Sigh , I hope everyone knows that I have a lot of luck with women in certain areas, and I can always find some erotic opportunities, but I'm usually very unlucky. Like when my sister found out before, this time I just happened to witness it live . This has never happened before, but this time I was discovered. I suddenly felt someone behind me because I vaguely heard a breathing thinking about how to explain to her when I heard a whisper that made my liver and gallbladder tremble. It was my mother. She whispered behind my scalp, "Have you looked enough, you disgusting brat?" Ugh, I won't go into details, but I was so scared I didn't dare move. I just felt so unlucky. Every time I tried to peek, I got caught—by my sister and my mom. I didn't dare make a sound, and my mother seemed afraid of disturbing the two people inside who were having a wild time. She grabbed my hand that was on the doorknob, and with her other hand , she yanked me up and dragged me back into the room. I was like a little chick, not daring to do anything . Oh, actually, thinking back now, I didn't do anything shameful. I just saw it, don't you think? But I was still very flustered at the time, after all, my mother found out. If it were my sister, I probably wouldn't have thought anything of it, but this time I really didn't know how to explain. When I got back to my room , my mother turned me around, and that's when I saw the expression on her face. To be honest , at that moment I... I had assumed my mother would have a face that looked like she was about to explode with anger, but surprisingly, she didn't have that kind of expression. Instead, she had a very strange look on her face . She was definitely a little angry, because she was staring at me with unblinking eyes .

I was initially convinced I was going to get a beating, but my mother just looked at me for a while, said a few words, and told me

not to overthink it, that it's okay to forget about things that happen to adults. To be honest, I felt a huge sense of relief. I thought I was about to be in big trouble, but my mother only scolded me a little
. It seemed she knew I had just happened to see it and didn't intend to blame me. So I ... I wanted to explain to my mother that I had accidentally seen it while I was in the bathroom. She told me not to gossip, and I said I wouldn't. But when I tried to defend myself again, my mother suddenly stared at me with an indescribable look in her eyes. I felt a little uneasy under her gaze, so I asked her what was wrong. My mother didn't speak, just looked at me. I felt something was wrong, and just as I was about to speak, she said, "You and your sister need to watch yourselves from now on. If you do that kind of thing again, I'll beat you to death." I was completely stunned. My mother had actually found out about the dirty things I had done to my sister. How did she find out? Did my sister tell her ? I didn't dare say a word, nor did I dare look at my mother . My mother said that one sentence and then went to the toilet. It seemed that she only wanted to warn me, leaving me standing there in fear and anxiety . I stood there for a while, thinking that my mother had found out, and I was finally done for. I kept thinking that my sister must have told on me, because I thought my mother usually wouldn't find out. But I felt that since my mother only said that one thing, it shouldn't be too serious. At least she didn't think we were doing anything beyond the bounds of propriety; she probably just thought we were playing around too much . I didn't dare think any further, and could only stand there obediently, thinking that my mother might still have something to say to me later. When my mother came back and found me still standing there, she didn't say anything, just told me to go to sleep early , because I had to get up early tomorrow . I didn't know what to say, and just obediently went to bed. When I lay in bed, my mind was a mess and I couldn't fall asleep. I just kept thinking that I probably wouldn't be able to sleep anymore . Z hit my sister. I had just witnessed a live lesson today and was thinking of indulging her a little more . But now I don't dare do it anymore. Mother will definitely pay attention to us from now on. At that time, I didn't think too much about why Mother hadn't scolded us when she found out earlier. This time, she didn't punish me much even though she caught me spying. In my imagination, if Mother knew I had done something wrong, I would get a beating or even a light punishment. But I was very flustered at the time and didn't dare to think too much. I just thought I should be more honest in the future, otherwise ... I knew my mother would scold me. The next day, I barely dared to look at my mother all day. Sigh, I'm still too timid. Actually, my mother didn't punish me at all, so I didn't need to panic. I also didn't tell my sister that my mother had found out about us. I even suspected my sister . Sigh, that's pretty heartless of me . But my sisters didn't notice anything wrong with my expression; they just ... My mother would occasionally glare at me .

The next few days were quite fun. We visited relatives and friends, received lucky money (though most of it was handed over), but

I still managed to get a few hundred yuan to spend. That was a significant expense back then; I could buy lots of firecrackers and
White
Rabbit candies. I never had much pocket money anyway. By the last few days of the New Year's visits, we had basically visited all the relatives, and my sister had to go to school early, so we went home. During my sister's last few days at home, I didn't kiss her at night anymore, even though my mother... I wasn't home, and my sister didn't seem to notice anything amiss. She probably still thought it was good that I wasn't bothering her , so the next few days were relatively peaceful. However, during those days at home, I would often think about that scene at my uncle's house that day, the scene and position of the two of us making love—I ca n't forget it. After all, this kind of thing is not something you usually encounter. Back then, there weren't many pornographic films or erotic books available. Yes ! For me, it was quite a thrill, but I forgot about it after my mother caught me. Now, back home , I think about it from time to time. However , under my mother's warning, I dared not do anything improper to my sister again, otherwise I think I would definitely do something even more outrageous to her in the next few days, not just a simple kiss or touch. By then, I had a relatively clear concept of sex, and my curiosity was uncontrollable. My uncle and ... I will never forget the lewd expression on my aunt's face at that time. It must have been very pleasurable and comfortable for the two of them to be so engrossed. I had never heard my aunt make such lewd moans before. I think that inserting my little brother into a woman's vagina must have some special feeling. But I only thought about it, because my sister was leaving for university in a few days, and the next time I saw her would be... Summer vacation was coming, and only my mother and I were left at home again. My mother, who had discovered my lewd ways, felt that the days ahead would be very difficult. I even considered going to boarding school. These past few days, when my mother looked at me, I always felt that she was thinking about something, which made me uneasy. I kept thinking that because she hadn't scolded me last time, she was thinking about how to punish me . # v% w& _j: q; [- n is better, but I was wrong then, because what happened in the following semester was something I couldn't have imagined at the time @5 o/ g% @. ^ e/ nyo% w5 y6 \9 s . q! x( f8 ? j; y, y: o. {those things are still deeply in my mind, and I occasionally think about them and want to know what exactly happened. Please listen to me slowly rambling on about them in the next round. / k0 g% a3 y9 e5 c$ a# m 8 i# i6 z! z, u- b6 f* j Main text 【Soothing the Heart of Mother】Chapter 8: Absurd Thoughts z3 cx% ( u7 n0 w9 `0 h6 n ! f8 b* `* a) f) n7 wv Author: lgy920. 8 o6 h7 y7 u1 x3 ^m! t, e% z2 }, `3 r5 [ Word count: 5099.6 _9 c: _1 u3 i# h5 wo) g: i x9 e) p. [$ q3 j6 ]6 k3 ` Chapter 8: Absurd Thoughts. That day, I accompanied my sister as she boarded the train. I originally intended to tell her what our mother had discovered, but I felt it was better not to cause her unnecessary worry. Besides, it was possible that my sister had indeed told our mother. I initially thought that since my sister hadn't particularly disliked my closeness to her later on, she probably hadn't exposed me .

But I kept thinking about how she found out, because I felt that if my mother had found out herself, she would have scolded us long ago
,
instead of just saying that to me. I don't know if my mother had talked to my sister about it before, but

I didn't have the guts to ask.

As I mentioned before, after my mother found out, I was a little afraid to communicate with her, and even thought about going to live at school.
Normally
, junior high school students start living at school, but at that time I preferred to sleep at home, and it was close to
home. I
used to be able to attend evening self-study sessions at home, so I didn't live on campus. But now that my sister has gone back to university, I've finally realized what it means to feel uncomfortable. I haven't had a proper conversation with my mother for days; it feels like there's a thorn in my side.
However , my mother hasn't acted strangely. She hasn't said anything to me since my sister left, as if the last incident never happened . I can't figure out what my mother is thinking. Does she really just think I'm being naughty? If she feels ... If they had suspected me of having ulterior motives, they would have severely criticized me. Two weeks passed uneventfully like this, and I gradually began to return to student mode. I wanted to focus on my studies and tried to stop thinking about those random things, but everything had been discovered . From now on, it's better to be honest and upright . However , once you start something, whether you can stop or not is not up to you. In some ways, this kind of thing wasn't caused by my own willfulness. There are always many coincidences in life. When it happens to you, it depends on how you accept it. It was a very ordinary evening. My mother had some work left over from the New Year at the factory, so she was still quite busy. I usually ate dinner alone. That night, after watching Slam Dunk on TV ... I took a shower and was getting ready for bed. It was still quite cold after the New Year, so I always climbed straight into bed after showering. I like to sleep naked, and when I'm alone with my own blanket, I do n't wear shorts. But that's only possible in winter; in summer, I don't even use a blanket. That night, I was reading *Romance of the Three Kingdoms*. I read it very late because the next day was Saturday and I didn't have school. My mother came home around 9 pm. As soon as she entered the door, she took off her coat and other clothes, preparing to take a shower . My mother is very clean; she wears gloves to work and always showers if she sweats. This personal habit even affects me . I am also usually very clean. My mother saw that I hadn't gone to sleep and nagged me a few times, but I ignored her. Although I don't feel as embarrassed now, after the panic and guilt disappeared , what remains is a little bit of shame, so I'm unlikely to say anything to my mother. However, today my mother didn't seem to intend to let it go so easily. She snatched my book away, and now I had no choice but to look at her. A short silence ensued... "How long are you going to act crazy ? You're not a child anymore, and all you do is pretend to be mute. You still think that little thing is something to eat? Are you trying to argue with me or what? "

"No, it's not that."
" Then
what are you doing?" " It's not better now." I
stammered, not knowing what to say. It turned out that my mother had been paying attention to me all along. I thought she just didn't want to say anything to me. It seems that I was too concerned . I was relieved to hear my mother say that. After all, I never thought of arguing with my mother. My mother rolled her eyes at me, telling me to be more normal and not act like a girl. Then she went to take a shower. I lay in bed watching her showering behind the curtain, forgetting how I felt at that moment. I just felt that my mother wasn't the same as before. How to put it? Maybe it's because I've grown up, and my views on things have changed. While I was thinking about these random thoughts, my mother suddenly called my name . She was washing her hair, but I had just finished using the shampoo, so I gave her the unused one. Because the curtain was in the way, my mother only stretched out her hand from the side. Alas, at that moment, I didn't know if fate was looking out for me or picking a fight, but the right side of the curtain suddenly fell down. And just like that, my mother's white body was suddenly exposed to me like a lid being lifted. I was instantly stunned. Before, I could n't peek, but now I saw it all clearly , perfectly. Chu Chu . Her mother was also stunned. She held a bottle of Pantene shampoo in her hand, her right hand not even having time to cover anything. A trembling white rabbit hump appeared on her chest, the two deep red dots on it almost blinding me. I subconsciously looked down , and the dark inverted triangle was more mysterious than anything I'd ever seen. I thought to myself, "Wow, lots of hair indeed ! " But what I want to say is that it wasn't just my mother who was naked, because I slept naked too. And when I took off my mother's diaper, I didn't even think about wearing underwear, so we were both completely naked facing each other. What's worse, stimulated by this erotic scene, my little brother, surprisingly , immediately got hard and gave my mother a salute. My mother then saw my erection. She seemed a little taken aback and glanced at my crotch a few times. After my mother and I both came to our senses, she immediately covered herself with one hand, but her left hand was holding a washcloth, revealing her large breasts. I did n't move at all, like a scoundrel, just standing there staring at my mother's naked body. My mother told me to turn around, and I just said "oh." After a few seconds, my brain finally reacted. At that moment, my mother's eyes felt like she wanted to devour me. I immediately turned around, and then I heard ... I saw my mother fiddling with the fallen curtain. I didn't know whether I should say anything. We'd just untangled that knot in our conversation , and now this was even more difficult. I thought I might get a beating today. [After my mother finished, she didn't say anything, just continued taking a shower. I climbed back into bed, completely ...]

I felt a strange, slightly excited feeling, my lower body still hard. I didn't know what my mother would do with me later
;
but for some reason, I wasn't afraid at all. That strange feeling that had been hidden in my heart before started to stir again . My mother finished washing quickly. I didn't dare to look back at my mother. After all, I had taken advantage of her.
I heard my mother drying her hair. I felt that my mother was looking at me, but I didn't dare to meet her eyes, nor did I dare to ... The sound of her drying her hair gradually faded, but I knew my mother was still watching me. Just as I was about to get up to face the criticism, my mother placed a hand on me through the blanket. I felt my whole body tremble. Just as I was wondering what my mother was trying to do , she pinched me hard, really hard. The pain was intense. Before I could even cry out, she pinched me again. Ouch! Women pinch harder and harder. I screamed in pain. I groaned a few times, thinking that watching someone else bathe was a huge price to pay, a losing proposition! But my mother didn't seem to have any intention of letting me off the hook. She pinched me a few more times. " What are you doing? The curtain fell down by itself, why are you pinching me? I didn't see anything, it hurts so much." My mother didn't answer me , she just kept pinching me. I grimaced from the pinching, feeling my body getting bruised . " How could she be so cruel to her own son? I was in so much pain that tears were welling up in my eyes. I felt so wronged. It wasn't me who made it fall, was it ?" But I didn't dare say that to my mother anymore. I just started begging for forgiveness, saying that I was wrong , that I shouldn't have looked, and begging my mother to let me off the hook. But my mother didn't listen to me. She even reached under the covers and pinched me, directly hitting my waist . This kick was just as painful as the one my sister had given me in the chest. I sat up abruptly, the blanket mostly pulled back , and I finally saw my mother's expression. Her face was a little red, and her eyes showed a mixture of shame and anger, but mostly a strange look. I didn't try to figure out what she was thinking; I just knew that if she kept pinching me, I'd be covered in sores. I grabbed her hands and held them down to stop her from getting hurt . She moved, but my action was wrong, because I inadvertently pressed my mother's hand down on my still semi-erect penis , which was exposed. This caused my mother to freeze in shock, while I, in a foolish act, suddenly became erect again, passing right between her hands . To be honest, I felt like I did it on purpose . It felt like I was holding my mother's hand, as if it were my manhood. I wouldn't let go, and my mother was startled by my action . She immediately pulled her hand back, her face turning bright red. But putting that aside, seeing my mother naked, I really didn't mean to. I mustered up my courage and told her to stop pinching, that she was going to bruise me . I didn't mean to, really. Actually, part of my mother's embarrassment might have been because she saw I was also naked and didn't want to be gentle with me . I was about to let her go when I realized my mother seemed angry again and wanted to pinch me.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I grabbed my mother's hand again to stop her from moving. After all, I was already a junior high school student, and my
mother
wasn't as strong as me anymore.
My
mother seemed surprised that I dared to resist, and tried to break free of my grasp to teach me a lesson. I, however, held her hands firmly, begging for mercy, saying I wouldn't do it again, that I really

didn't mean it, and asking her not to pinch me anymore. But my mother wouldn't listen; she just wanted to teach me a lesson. I could tell she had no intention of
reasoning
with me; she probably had been looking for an opportunity to punish me, and now that she had a chance , she figured she might as well.
So
I came up with a plan: I used my left hand to hold both of my mother's hands
... They
were clasped together, and one hand started tickling her mother. She was very ticklish and couldn't take it for long. I held her down, and
she
couldn't resist. She started to writhe, and her upper body pressed against my thigh. She said she wanted me to let
her
go, that she would kill me. If she was going to kill me, why would I let her go? I just kept tickling her.

[It's strange, when people are angry, they always think that making them laugh will calm them down. In fact, this trick is quite effective
.] It worked!
My mother quickly laughed as I tickled her. Seeing her laugh, I asked if she was still angry, and if she would pinch
me again.
My mother didn't answer, but just laughed and told me to let her go. Seeing that she still didn't agree, I continued tickling her. My mother couldn't break free and was exhausted. At
this
point, my mother was only wearing a bra and underwear. Her upper body was pressing against me, and her soft flesh was rubbing against me uncomfortably. My little brother was already hard
. My mother's buttocks were sticking up high, right next to my hand. I don't know if I'd gotten really bold, but I actually reached out and patted her buttocks. They felt incredibly bouncy. My mother suddenly quieted down after my pat, and I knew I'd crossed a line . This kind of gesture, like an adult spanking a child, was definitely not how a son should treat his mother. Suddenly, my mother bit my thigh . The pain made me release my grip, and my mother immediately straightened up and slapped me across the face. I was stunned by the slap; she hadn't hit me like that since I came back to live with her. The slap wasn't particularly hard, but it was enough to clear my head. My mother glared at me, and I lowered my head, apologizing to her that it was an accident. I seemed to be using a bit of the mischievousness I had towards my sister on myself . I slapped my mother, but she didn't seem to care. The slap was a warning. She told me to be more careful in the future, not to be disrespectful. To be honest, when she said that, I was still naked , my penis sticking out. My mother glanced at me and threw the blanket over me, saying I looked disgusting . Actually, her own face was flushed, and she was only wearing two layers. I felt a sense of unease . A strange, slight excitement washed over me, like playing some thrilling game. I knew my courage was indeed growing. That slap on the butt felt like something deep inside me had awakened. And the slap from my mother didn't hurt at all. If she had really scolded me or hit me hard then, maybe I wouldn't be so bold in the future. After my mother finished speaking , I went to brush my teeth.

I was savoring the sensation of my mother's buttocks, even more stimulating than when I used to secretly touch her before. Perhaps because my mother was awake and in that position, I really wanted to touch her again, wondering if
I would ever have that chance again. The next few days passed peacefully. After the commotion, nothing strange happened between my mother and me, and we no longer stopped talking to each other like before. Actually, there was no question of forgiveness or reconciliation . She wasn't truly angry with me, so I didn't feel any fear or shame. Instead, I felt a little closer to my mother . That slap was worth it, perhaps partly because I'm thick-skinned. Of course, I wouldn't dare to do something like patting my mother's buttocks again; that would be too impolite. However, my mind was constantly focused on my mother's body. I couldn't forget that erotic scene from last time. The lush forest beneath her skin kept lingering in my mind. I even dreamed of my mother bathing. In the dream, she was bathing right in front of me, and I reached out to touch her. In the dream, she didn't stop me ; instead , she played with me, and ... She used her gloved hand to stroke my penis, and when I woke up the next day, my genitals were all sticky. From that moment on, I started paying close attention to my mother's every move, staring at her for no reason. One evening, my mother was sitting on the bed watching TV, while I was reading my novel. Suddenly, I had an idea to show my affection for her . I asked her to massage her shoulders, explaining that her work often left her with aches and pains in her shoulders and legs from standing. She didn't say anything, just glanced at me and asked me to massage them. This wasn't the first time; I used to massage her shoulders often, but later found it troublesome . I stopped massaging her shoulders , but now I was massaging them with a different intention. Although shoulders aren't exactly a captivating part of the body, the delicate fragrance emanating from my mother made me feel very comfortable. I knelt behind her, massaging her shoulders gently. I wanted to peek inside her clothes through her neckline, but I was afraid of being discovered, so I didn't dare do anything inappropriate . My mother's shoulders... Unlike other places, her groin was quite hard. I don't know if it was because of the work she did, but she seemed to really enjoy it when I massaged her there. However, while my mother felt comfortable, I felt a little unsatisfied . So I told her that I would massage the soles of her feet instead. My mother didn't suspect my intentions and quietly sat opposite me. I placed her left foot on my lap and started massaging it. My mother's feet were a little larger than most women's, but there were no calluses, and her skin was quite fair. While massaging her, I secretly placed my left hand on her calf . Although there wasn't much to touch there, it still gave me a slight thrill. So, I secretly took advantage of the opportunity ... Under the guise of a massage, I took advantage of my mother. Thinking about the dream I had that day, my lower body slowly began to rise again. Afraid my mother would notice, I moved her feet aside and bent my knees. It would be very embarrassing if she found out .p

I really wanted to sneak a peek at my sleeping mother at night, but the risk was too great. I also didn't
want
to use any more sleeping pills. However, I couldn't think of a way to get closer to her. I felt I needed to come up with
a
solution. Actually, I wasn't thinking about incest or anything like that; I was just fascinated by my mother's body. I would
n't
really think about anything like that. But even getting close to her wasn't easy. I couldn't just force myself
on her.
My mother wasn't some kind of slut; she pinched me really hard
.
I felt I had to think of other methods, so I massaged my mother's feet, my mind filled with these sordid thoughts
,
laying the groundwork for my later actions. [Main Text : Chapter Nine of "Soothing the Heart of Mother": A Shaking Mind] Author : lgy920. Word Count :
5890 . [The Heart of Mother's Love] Chapter Nine: A Shaking Mind. Ever since I saw my mother bathing, I've been thinking about her constantly. I even used the excuse of massaging her to get closer to her. Looking back, it seems pretty stupid, but at the time, I really didn't have any better way. This kind of thing should only be thought about in my mind, but now that I actually have this idea, I find myself at a loss for how to do it . And since my mother strangled me half to death last time in her anger, she basically waits until I'm asleep before taking a shower. So now I don't have much of a chance to peep at her anymore. But just massaging her shoulders and legs is really boring. However, at that time it wasn't that I wanted to have sex with my mother or coerce her . I wasn't that bold . To be honest, I just wanted to see my mother naked, take advantage of her, rub her breasts, and pinch her butt . i, o _9 y5 s1 }2 g) a. e1 m, [( g8 l9 u7 l* ]% yr( k etc., that made me less daring. ; i7 c9 q- w) w1 kv 6 a$ y. c$ s* [! d$ s But the more I thought about it, the more craving I became, so under these circumstances, I suddenly started masturbating more often. p. k4 z$ u( z! u0 u 8 rh% i) o3 _! b1 }1 a, Sometimes I would pretend to be asleep and watch my mother taking a bath behind the curtain, secretly masturbating. Although I couldn't see anything , I was still quite excited. Young people don't know the value of sperm. Back then, I forgot how many times I needed to masturbate in a week. 1 vj/ n$ a# e0 w- a% yj# w/ p) a! b $ k w0 _0 mu5 c: ~, I masturbated, but I was noticeably lethargic. I was sleeping late and waking up early, and masturbating too. It was really taking a toll, but I couldn't stop myself. Soon , my teachers noticed. I was always dozing off in class, and I looked listless. To make matters worse, my grade ranking dropped by more than twenty places in the monthly exam. My teachers gave me a stern lecture at school, telling me to reflect on my behavior and asking me what was wrong with me lately. Of course, I didn't say that masturbating was too tiring. I just said I would study harder in the future, but what upset me wasn't the teacher. When I got home, I didn't dare tell my mom that my grades had dropped. After dinner , she was the first to ask me how my monthly exam went. I stammered and said ...

When she found out I did poorly on the test, she unsurprisingly gave me a severe scolding. I should say she beat me;
she
almost slapped me. So what followed was a barrage of interrogations, demanding an explanation of what I'd been doing all this time. Of course, I refused to explain, no matter what.
My mother was furious, but unable to get a straight answer, she gave me a severe beating and told me that if I didn't study harder, she'd kill me. After that scolding, I became much more obedient for a while, even refraining from masturbating and behaving very well . I studied hard, and my grades quickly improved again. You know what? When your mind is focused on other things, you're not so easily distracted by sex. I studied very seriously for a few months and got a good grade on the midterm exam. The teacher praised me again, saying that this is how I should be, focusing my attention on my studies. But I didn't think too much about it; I just felt that good grades meant I wouldn't get criticized. People probably wouldn't think I would use my grades to get away with anything . Why would I go and talk to my mother? I've never done that before; I don't have the guts, nor am I that stupid. Studying is for my own good, and most people understand that, but studying requires patience. This time, after my mother learned that my grades had improved, she praised me and told me to maintain this and try to get into a good university like my older sister so that I would have a bright future. To be honest, after nearly two months of focused study, my restless mind has indeed calmed down a lot. I really feel that I should study hard, so I've decided not to think about studying anymore . That kind of thing happened, and so I didn't do anything inappropriate to my mother before the end of the semester . Time flies, and the end of the semester came quickly. Nothing special happened in between, and everyone could reminisce about their student days. There weren't many things I could remember. In this way, I finished the first year of junior high school very quickly, while my sister returned home before my vacation. College students usually go on vacation early . When I finished my final exams, my sister had already gone to stay at my grandmother's house. The summer vacation was so hot . The weather here is much cooler at my grandparents' place, and I've been wanting to go back to see them for a while. I originally planned to go with my mother, but she'll be busy at her factory for two weeks. However, they'll have a summer break of about half a month, and since there's not much business during that time, it's good for them to be idle. So, I decided to go to my grandparents' house alone. On my way there, I ran into a pair of childhood playmates... why a pair of 6 ... Because they are twins, they lived in the house next to ours when they were little. Back then, when my mother and father were together, the village roads were built uphill, so their house was below ours. My best friend's house was diagonally above ours. We were all very close playmates back then , never knocking before entering each other's homes. Now, everyone except me is married . My friend WR has two sons now, and he's always complaining to me about the pressure he's under. A pair of sisters of his also had sons. I know so many relatives and friends who have sons; it's kind of weird.

But this is about the past. This time when I went back to my grandma's house, I ran into twins. I was in the same class as one of them, the
older
sister. You know, if you didn't know them, you wouldn't be able to tell them apart. But I know them very well, so I basically
recognize
them as soon as I see them. Along the way, someone chatted with me. Girls love to gossip, so they asked me

who I liked in the class, whether it was the class monitor Shen or the academic representative. To be honest, now when I think back to junior high
... V
's first love was quite innocent, though I'm a bit more mature than most people—well, not really precocious—I was just quiet. There's
no
way around it; most kids who experienced domestic violence as children
are a little different, and mine was more than that .
I almost never talked about these things with anyone. Back then, the village roads had just been repaired, but large buses still couldn't get in . Basically, I still had to walk a bit, or take one of the village's cars that offered rides. I really liked walking when I didn't have time , so I ignored the twin sisters and went in on my own. Along the way, I looked at the scenery of my hometown, and the fatigue from studying hard these past few days slowly disappeared, and my mood gradually lightened. I also met many people I used to go to school with . Of course, we were still together in junior high school, but we separated in high school. I walked a bit ... It took me over an hour , stopping and starting, to reach my destination. My sister was already waiting for me in the open space. As soon as she saw me, she ran over and laughed at me for walking so much, saying I looked silly for being so sweaty. I looked at my sister; she had gotten even taller over the semester. I hadn't really noticed before, but now, perhaps because it was summer vacation, my little thoughts started to stir again. I was startled by my own reflection. I hadn't thought about this kind of thing for a long time; I thought I would never think about it again. So , a little dazed, my sister dragged me to my grandmother's house. My grandmother hugged me as soon as she saw me; she was very doting on me. My grandfather was smiling beside me. I felt sticky all over , and it was getting late, so I thought I'd take a shower, get ready for dinner, and then go find my friends. It was hot then, so showering was convenient; the guys just wore underwear. R could just carry a bucket of water to wash, but I'm a little different in this respect. I like to shower in a bathtub, and I never stand up to shower where there's a bathtub. I don't know who I inherited it from. So I filled a big tub with cold water, and I almost couldn't lift it. I'm in middle school now, and I still have to shower by myself. It's a separate room , and although I don't know how to lock the door, I shower quite quickly, even though I use a bathtub . It was over, but when I got up to dry myself and was about to get my underwear, because my feet were wet, I slipped and fell, hitting my head on the wall. Although it wasn't a very hard hit, I still cried out in pain. At that moment, my older sister, who was watching TV in my grandmother's room next door, heard me and came straight in. Seeing that I had fallen to the ground, she helped me up, checked my head, and breathed a sigh of relief when she made sure I was okay. I noticed that my sister saw ... I blushed slightly when I saw my bare lower body, but quickly looked away. Since I was dirty again after falling on the ground and had some scrapes, I decided to wash myself again.

However ,
at this moment I noticed that my sister was glancing at my lower body every now and then. My heart, which had been calm for several months
,
suddenly stirred again. I looked at my sister and mustered up the courage to ask her if it looked good, if it was very muscular
.
My sister's face turned red instantly. I noticed her little action, but she quickly spat and said, "Looks good my foot .
"
"Fart, you ugly thing!" I saw my sister was being hypocritical, so I started shaking my butt in front of her like a pervert.
The
stick in front of her was waving back and forth in front of her eyes. My sister didn't dare to look, called me a pervert, and tried to leave
. But how could I let my sister leave? This was a good opportunity. I
had n't been close to my sister in a long time. I had been much more obedient, but now I suddenly felt like I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed my sister's hand and looked at her longingly. She didn't say anything. My sister saw that I was being unreasonable and couldn't do anything about it, so she asked me what I wanted. I said I wanted her to wash my hands because I had broken my hand. Of course, my sister didn't believe my nonsense, but she couldn't resist my persistence. She was worried that it would be bad if my grandparents saw us doing this, so she quietly agreed . I happily sat back in the bathtub, and my sister took a towel and started wiping my back while ... While wiping my back, she started chatting with me, asking about my studies this semester. I just said I was doing pretty well. She didn't tell her about what happened between me and Mom, but I originally wanted to ask her if she knew that Mom already knew about us. But I thought it was better not to ask. My sister is still afraid of Mom, and if she knew, she might not dare to be close to me in the future. By this time , my sister had wiped my back clean, so I quickly turned around and lowered my body . I stood stiffly in front of my sister, asking her to wipe my front. She blushed furiously and asked if I could wipe it myself. I told her my arms were broken and I couldn't do it. I just wanted to see how much she could tolerate me. Seeing my expression , she sighed and started wiping from my chest. Her soft little hands, through the towel, gently wiping my upper body felt incredibly pleasant. By then , she had reached my lower abdomen, the towel constantly rubbing ... K bumped into my little brother, who kept looking up aggressively, but the beauty in front of me didn't dare to look down. The older sister , seeing that it was almost time , told me it was done, but I went too far and told her there was still one place I hadn't washed. The older sister didn't expect me to ask her to wash that place for me, and refused, telling me to wash it myself. Although she said that, she didn't get up and leave. Seeing her self-deceiving expression, I gritted my teeth and grabbed ... My sister grabbed my penis with both hands. She trembled slightly but didn't struggle. She just held it there, her hands clasped tightly. I said, "Wash it!" She seemed startled and didn't dare open her eyes. She just gently moved her hands, not washing it, but more like teasing my penis. I felt incredibly good. Looking at her shy, closed - eye face, my desire grew stronger.

After a while, my sister seemed to relax a bit and started really washing me, but she still

didn't dare look at my crotch, only making eye contact with me. This seemed to make her even more embarrassed; her face grew increasingly red. My sister seemed to want to let go after washing me, but I mischievously grabbed her hand. She looked at me and said
I
wasn't done yet.

I said there was still something missing, and she said something. So I grabbed her hand and started stroking it. My sister
... I
never expected I to be so despicable, grabbing her hand and masturbating. She angrily pulled her hand away. I thought she was angry
,
so I didn't dare say anything. She looked at me, told me to hurry up and wash up because it was time to eat, and then left , leaving me with my
still
-erect penis. When I finished washing up, Grandma had already cooked dinner. The two elderly people usually depend on each other for survival. Their children are all grown
up now, and we rarely come back. So they are very happy that we are staying at their house. I enjoyed this dinner very much. I wish my mother was here too. After eating, I ran out to play and played until very late . When I got back to Grandma's house, it was already dark. Grandma and Grandma were already in bed watching TV . I peeked , and I was all sweaty again. I was about to take another shower, but then I noticed that my sister was taking a shower right now . I was so excited that I decided to sneak a peek at her. I squatted by the doorway. My grandparents were watching TV, completely unaware that their grandson was doing something filthy. I saw my sister taking a shower inside, but I could only see her back, which annoyed me. However, I noticed that she hadn't locked the door. Suddenly, I don't know where I got the courage, I knocked on the door and asked, "Is my sister home?" She answered , and before she could say she was taking a shower, I pushed the door open and went in. My sister ... She seemed momentarily stunned, not even managing to cover her large breasts. However, she quickly recovered and immediately told me to leave. I noticed she didn't dare raise her voice, since Grandma and the others were nearby. She told my sister it was alright, and offered to help rub her back. My sister seemed about to yell at me, but before I could even close the door, she immediately told me to shut it. I said "Oh" and closed the door, but I left my own email address (protected) inside. c is inside. I didn't even argue with my sister, I just walked towards her . She instinctively tried to back away , but there was nowhere to retreat in the bathtub. Her foot tripped over the tub, and she was about to fall backward. Seeing this, I rushed forward and caught her. She frantically grabbed my collar. At that moment, my hands were behind her back, and all I could see was her white body. She blushed furiously , not knowing what to do . I didn't know what to say to her, so I coughed and straightened her up. Then I told her that I really just wanted to wipe her back, since she hadn't washed me earlier. She stared at me without saying anything. Actually, I don't know where I got the confidence from, but I felt that she was very indulgent towards me. I stared at her, and even looked at her genitals. She was covering her chest with both hands, and her genitals were exposed in front of me. She had quite a bit of pubic hair, but it looked ...

It was quite neat, a very nice inverted triangle. At that moment, I noticed a small tuft of pubic hair sticking out from my sister's head
.
A drop of water dripped from my eyes. I stared, my eyes wide open. Suddenly, my sister turned around and squatted down.

Then she told me to help her wipe her back if I wanted. After getting permission, I squatted down behind my sister and started carefully wiping

her back. At this time, the TV was on in the room, and my sister was watching TV with her arms crossed, but
I
knew she couldn't concentrate on watching. Halfway through wiping her back, I put the towel in the bathwater and rubbed it, then stuck it to my sister
's
plump buttocks. I mischievously grabbed my sister's buttocks, and they seemed to be more elastic than before
. My
sister called out softly, but didn't say anything. I continued to help her wash. After she was almost done,
I
held the towel at both ends and placed it on her shoulders. My hands naturally gripped her shoulders.
My
sister was still staring at the TV without moving. I slowly and forcefully pulled her towards me. She did
n't
resist and gently leaned against my chest. At this moment, I knelt on the ground and naturally leaned towards me
. I
hugged my sister tightly, one hand gripping the edge of the bathtub, the other casually resting on her stomach.
My
sister stopped watching TV and stared at my right hand on her stomach. I gently breathed on her ear and asked if she needed me to wipe her front. Her face flushed red, and she
crossed her arms, avoiding eye contact. After a moment, I heard her let out a soft "hmm," almost like a moan . I was overjoyed upon hearing this, my heart burning with excitement. But I dared not make any sudden movements; instead, my right hand slowly began to move , my palm caressing my sister's soft belly . She let out soft moans, constantly stimulating my ears. Her belly was soft and warm, with little excess fat, and felt very comfortable to touch. A small part of her mysterious "black forest" was visible above the bathwater, as if waiting for me to explore. After a while , my sister's body went limp, and her hands fell down, freeing her two white breasts . The breasts were large and white, with two pink nipples the size of peanuts at their smooth tips. My hand began to move upwards, and soon my fingers touched the right breast. The large breast seemed startled, hopping twice, almost making my eyes dizzy from the swaying of the nipples . At this moment, I placed one hand on the lower part of the right breast, which I had previously ... X had said that my sister's breasts were bigger than my mother's, and I couldn't even hold them in one hand. I held her breasts in my palm and swayed them a couple of times , really feeling their weight. At this moment, my sister had already closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying my advances. I brought my mouth close to my sister's ear... "Sister." "Mmm, little brother . " This " little brother " brought me unprecedented stimulation. If my sister opened her eyes at this moment, she would definitely see the intense desire I felt for her. My "sister" seemed to have stimulated her as well, because I noticed that her nipples were slightly erect. I chuckled softly and kept rubbing her right side with my right hand .

I kept changing the shape of her breasts, and silently pinched her left nipple with my thumb and forefinger. My sister hummed in pleasure , and I gently kneaded it with two fingers, feeling the texture of her nipple. It was soft yet firm, which I found very amusing.
I touched it like this for a long time. I really wanted to touch my sister's genitals, but I was afraid she wouldn't allow it, and besides , today I ... I already felt really good, and I was afraid that if it went on too long, my grandma and the others would find out. Besides, I'd have another chance when I went to sleep later, so I let go of my sister. She seemed to wake up immediately after I let her go, and quickly dried herself off. I stood there watching without moving. Finally, she put on pink panties, no bra, just a white undershirt, and went to get the bathwater. I sat on the bed, savoring the feeling, thinking about how to get closer to her later . di; y7 v ( b. i- e: j. j3 i Main text [The Heart of Mother's Love] Chapter Ten Regret and Determination 6 s- p) q, p0 i) t5 ~o v @% x/ {! gz$ k0 q5 h6 d Author: lgy920.5 y8 ?3 k; u. a7 ]4 p8 ]2 m6 b/ x p& s2 b* i a9 k5 n Word count: 5890.0 q9 i( s, p2 e7 f/ q6 ] . c% d/ f s- o; p! y5 m Chapter Ten Regret and Determination. d, v3 {0 q, p: }% `$ p8 v7 p$ ea Last time I just mentioned that after my sister was touched to her heart's content, she went out to pour out the bath water, while I took off all my clothes ( r8 zn- i- m6 s y0 e% \3 b4 z: o- I lay on the bed, my mind filled with the scene of my sister's naked body being touched by me. I didn't know what I wanted to do to her next; I was just incredibly aroused and didn't want it to end like this. So , with my lower body hard and my penis pointing skyward at a ninety-degree angle, I watched TV, feeling incredibly excited, waiting for my sister. My grandparents and the others were asleep early, so I wasn't worried about waking them. Soon after, my sister came in . ZN, as soon as she came in, she saw my bare little brother, her face turned bright red, as if she knew what had just happened wasn't over. She glared at me, walked to the foot of the bed, sat down, and started watching TV. My sister, still pretending with me. I first closed the door , then sat behind her, stretched out both arms, and hugged her. She hummed in response, offering almost no resistance as she leaned into my arms. I hugged her, slipped my hands inside her clothes, and caressed her ... My sister's belly... Although she was watching TV, her eyes were already glazed over. I gently stroked it, slowly moving my hand upwards until it finally reached her nipples. My sister let out a soft moan and looked down at my mischievous hand. I wasn't satisfied, so I grabbed the hem of her clothes with my other hand and lifted it up. My sister didn't stop me ; she even cooperated by taking off her clothes. Finally ... My sister was naked from the waist up, wearing only a small pair of panties. I held her in my arms, and I used both hands to rock her, sometimes gently pinching and kneading her nipples. Soon , she was completely limp. Seeing that it was about time, I carried her to the bed and laid her flat. I rolled over and knelt on top of her, my hands on either side of hers . I stared at her body, and she looked at me with a flushed face . Just as GZ was about to say something, I kissed my sister between her breasts. She cried out, but I ignored her .

She placed both hands on her breasts, kneading and kissing them, then took her right nipple into her mouth. This time, my sister
could
n't help but tremble. She didn't say anything or stop me. I knew she was enjoying it, so
I
focused on sucking, occasionally teasing her already hard nipple with my tongue , even gently biting it a few times with my teeth. After a while, my sister's face
was flushed, and she was covered in a thick sweat . The nipple became scalding hot. I thought it was time, so I left the nipple and started licking downwards. I had mentioned before that my sister's nipple was very sensitive, and when I kissed it, she couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed my head and pulled my hair. I didn't stop because I knew she was enjoying it. I grabbed her breasts with both hands and kneaded them hard, while continuing to kiss her nipple. Finally, feeling that it was about time, I lifted my lips and ... NP looked up at his sister and noticed she was breathing heavily. He glanced down at her panties, unsure if she would let him take them off. He was curious to see what her lower body looked like. Without waiting for a reply, he slipped his hands under her buttocks, leaned forward, and pressed himself against her , kissing her neck and kneading her round, soft buttocks. His sister held onto his back . At this moment, I secretly hooked my finger onto my sister's panties and gently pulled them down. My sister noticed immediately and grabbed my hand. I looked into her eyes longingly, but she didn't dare to look me in the eye. We remained like that for a while, then she let go of my hand, and I immediately pulled down her panties. Then I straightened up and gently spread my sister 's legs apart. Finally, I saw the view inside my sister's "black forest. " My sister's labia majora were similar in color to my mother's, dark brown, but they looked very tightly closed. Knowing no one had visited, I immediately felt my nose was about to bleed. I looked up at my sister; her eyes were closed, and her body seemed to be trembling slightly. I was trembling too. I reached out my trembling hand and gently stroked my sister's mons pubis , touching her pubic hair. Then I moved my hand down and touched her labia. My sister shuddered , grabbed my hand, and opened her eyes to look at me. I didn't continue touching her ; I just looked at my sister . My sister looked at me and whispered, "Little Fish, is that enough?" At that moment, I didn't know if I really wanted to continue. My mind was foggy, but when I heard my sister stop me, I felt it was better to listen to her. But I didn't want it to end like this. I lay down next to her and whispered in her ear that I felt terrible. Before she could respond, I placed her hand on my penis . She flinched but didn't pull away . I thought I had a chance, so I wrapped my sister's hand around my incredibly hard penis, and then I started stroking it while holding her hand . My other hand grasped the breast closest to me, and my mouth wasn't idle either , kissing the tip of the other breast , half my head pressed against it .

My sister didn't push me away, nor did she let go of my hand. I released the hand that was holding my sister, and sure enough, she still
did
n't let go, but she didn't make any move either. Seeing this, I opened my mouth, looked at my sister, and whispered, "Sister,
I
feel pain somewhere, please help me."

My sister blushed furiously after hearing this, but she still listened to me and started stroking me. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and I returned the favor by sucking on her breasts
.
My free hands each held one of her

large breasts, stimulating them relentlessly, rubbing and kneading them. My sister's stroking became faster and faster. I think if

I had touched my sister's genitals then, I would have found they were definitely wet.
Finally
, under the gentle yet rapid caresses of my sister's small hands, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated, spraying onto

her hands, stomach, and her dark pubic hair. I had been leaning against her , my body arched, but after ejaculating, I suddenly felt weak. Unable to press down on her, I leaned to her left, my head resting against her chest
. I squinted at the white fluid I had ejaculated on her pubic hair, smelling the fumes in the air . That smell felt warm and comforting, and I fell asleep as soon as my head tilted to the side. I woke up not long after, and found my sister sitting beside me. She seemed to be crying. I could vaguely hear her sobbing. She must have cleaned herself up; the smell was gone. She was wearing underwear, but I was still naked. I called out to her, and she responded, her voice low and somber . I knew it was because we had crossed a line. After all , this was the first time we'd ever been so intimate. My mind was still a bit hazy, and I felt like I'd gone a little too far, especially since she was my sister. We 'd almost always done it secretly before, and today I'd done such a slutty thing so boldly. If someone found out, it would be terrible ! A sudden wave of panic washed over me, along with a kind of emptiness that comes with male ejaculation . I know that when people are driven by desire, they don't consider the consequences and always regret it afterwards. My sister was also influenced by the atmosphere at the time. The affection and tenderness she felt for me made her unable to stop me from doing those things to her. She must have realized her mistake and regretted it later. At that time , I didn't know what to say. Looking at my sister's helpless appearance, I suddenly felt disgusted with myself. My ugly desires led me to do something indecent to my sister. What's the use of being wise after the event ? What shocked me was seeing my sister squatting there, crying with regret and self-blame, yet her curves were fully exposed. My lower body showed signs of arousal again. At that time, I didn't know what was happening to me. I couldn't understand myself acting this way. Was my desire really that strong? At that time, I didn't know why I was like this; I only understood later. But at that time, I was ashamed of myself . I was indeed annoyed. I pinched my penis hard, and the pain made it go limp. When my sister saw me like this , she thought I was about to do something stupid. She immediately grabbed my hand and told me not to do anything foolish, in case I hurt myself !If i/ a5 ?3 h is reached, then something bad will happen. % k, ln- k) x. m

I didn't dare look at my sister, I just lowered my head and said to her, "I'm sorry..." My sister was silent for
a moment
, then said, "It's okay." However
,
she didn't say anything about not doing it again, and I was only relieved to have her forgiveness. Actually, at that time, I was just driven by my own unfulfilled desires, without seriously considering the consequences of my actions, nor did I think about the impact this would have on the relationship between my sister
and me . What kind of impact does the relationship have? I took advantage of my sister's affection for me to do some outrageous things to her. But actually, if I had thought about it carefully back then, if my sister hadn't really indulged me and allowed me, these things wouldn't have happened in the first place. Of course, my sister herself must have been very uneasy and hesitant, otherwise she would n't have cried. It's just that sometimes you'll never know what you really want if you don't say it or do it , even if it's through some extreme behavior. However, regardless of what happened today, for a long time afterward, I didn't do anything to my sister that went beyond the boundaries of sibling relationships . On one hand, I was afraid that such behavior would hurt her, and on the other hand, I felt a sense of disgust towards myself, a feeling of nausea, as if something inside me was abnormal. This abnormal feeling often gave me a sense of panic. This isn't the kind of guilty conscience I feel; it's a more indescribable emotion. I can't suppress this feeling , especially after seeing me make my sister cry today. This feeling, which was previously vague, has become very clear , and it's because of my transgression. So I dare not tell anyone. My sister and mother don't know. Actually, I gradually started to deviate from the path of a normal person from that time. I think I knew in my heart at that time that I might really be abnormal. Admitting this doesn't seem to require much effort . There's no special courage involved, because it might just be how things are. The important thing might be the reason that caused this situation, but since it has already happened, the reasons are no longer important. The next day I got up very early, of course, because I had barely slept. I thought about it all night and decided I couldn't do anything bad to my sister again . University is a very important time for her, and I can't let her be affected by me. She's one of the few in our village to get into a good university, and the whole family has high hopes for her. I didn't wake her, and quietly went out. After eating the breakfast my grandmother made, I remained silent . I ran off to play outside. That day, I ran to the highest hill in the village and wandered around alone for a long time. When I got back to my grandma's house, it was almost lunchtime. When I came back, I saw my sister sitting at the table. When she saw me, she blushed a little, but thankfully she didn't seem particularly strange. That's when I knew it was okay, and I should keep doing it like that from now on .I called out "Sister" and sat down. During the meal, Grandma kept putting food on my plate. Grandma loves me very much. Perhaps my family members all feel some guilt about me leaving them, and I think my mother is probably the most guilty among them .

I felt guilty, of course, some things can't be said, time always heals all wounds.

Just as we were finishing eating, the phone rang at my grandmother's house. It was my mother calling, saying she would be coming tomorrow. I

knew that when my mother came back, we would usually stay at our other house, a place I hadn't been to in a really long time. Maybe it was because I wanted to erase it from my memory. But one interesting thing about people is that they can't control their memories; sometimes
you can't forget something you want to forget, and sometimes you forget it in the blink of an eye . On the phone , my mother told us to clean the place first so we could sleep there tomorrow. So , after lunch, my sister and I took some cleaning tools and went to our childhood home. In my memory, it seemed unchanged; the small pond behind the house was still there. However , since no one had lived there for a long time, it was covered in dust. My sister and I spent the whole afternoon cleaning . I had barely finished cleaning when I realized I hadn't spoken to my sister much that afternoon. But I knew she was considerate of me, so after I finished cleaning, I struck up a conversation with her, asking if she was tired. She seemed quite happy that I was willing to talk to her, and we chatted. She told me she didn't really want to come here, since some bad things had happened here before. Seeing that she seemed very tired, I went over to give her a shoulder massage. Actually, at that moment, I was ... I didn't really have any particular thoughts, because I had already made up my mind not to do anything improper to my sister anymore. But my sister didn't seem to think so. She probably thought I wanted to do something to her again, so she hesitated for a while. But I didn't think that much. I went behind my sister and started massaging her shoulders. When my hands touched my sister, her whole body trembled. But at that time, my sister didn't stop me. Instead, she tacitly approved of my behavior. If that were the case ... If I had been smart enough and hadn't made up my mind, I probably would have realized what my sister's tacit approval meant. Of course , as I mentioned before, I didn't do anything to my sister for a long time after that, so I really just massaged her for a while and then stopped. After stopping, I asked her how she felt, whether it was still sore, etc. My sister did n't seem to expect me to stop so quickly, she just nodded. I saw that it was about time, so I ... I told my sister I was going to have dinner, and she nodded and we went back to my grandma's house together. On the way back, my sister seemed to want to say something to me, but in the end she didn't say it. I just walked ahead of her without a care in the world, thinking that what I had done earlier was good. I should treat my sister with the respect a younger brother should have. After all, I love my sister very much. I silently cursed myself for what I had done to her before, and I felt much brighter . I even walked more lightly. How could I have imagined that when I was walking ahead of her, I would feel so much better ? What is the older sister behind me thinking? Back at Grandma's house, my sister and I were both very tired. After dinner, we watched TV for a while and then went to sleep .I slept far away from my sister; I consciously slept a little further away from her. My sister seemed to notice this.

She didn't say anything, she just turned her back to me and went to sleep. That night
,
when I was half asleep, I seemed to feel someone touching my face, but I didn't
wake
up and didn't know why my sister was touching my face. When I woke up the next day, I didn't ask my sister, and she just chatted and

laughed with me as usual. I thought my sister must already know what I was thinking, and I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that things would go back to normal. But that might just be wishful thinking on my part
. The next day, my mother arrived very early. At that time, her factory would usually have a half-month break during the summer vacation. I think I mentioned this before. Our hometown is cold in winter and cool in summer, a good place to escape the heat. Even now, we still go back to our hometown for a while in the summer. On that day, our whole family was happy together. You will find that such days become fewer and fewer as you grow up. That night , we left Grandma's house and went to spend the night at the place my sister and I had cleaned. However, because our house only had two bedrooms, I was supposed to sleep alone, but the bed in the second bedroom had n't been cleaned yet, and there was only one mat. So we all slept on one mat, which was spread on the floor. The ceiling fan was broken, so we had to rely on a floor fan for ventilation. Luckily, there was enough space on the floor . It was cool, otherwise I really couldn't sleep. That night I slept next to my mother, and my mother slept in the middle. I deliberately arranged it this way, trying to stay as far away from my sister as possible. I was afraid that if I got too close to her, I would be overcome by lust and do something bad. However, at that time I didn't realize a problem: besides my sister, there was another woman in our family, a woman who could truly make me lose control of my crazy thoughts . I only realized this during this summer vacation. 9 o8 zz* q) x, d ) t4 b, z) w5 c. b1 ]$ d Main text [The Heart of Mother's Love] Chapter Eleven, Audacious : ]& r* n t& ]3 }. x5 p4 a$ y& f( 5 o8 x1 i; z2 z5 t$ u* e& h Chapter Eleven, Audacious. 1 t7 f( d9 y; k1 l4 w0 n0 c 1 ~ l# i6 r4 k/ v8 m $ Even today, I sometimes wonder when I started having incestuous thoughts about my mother. My mother is definitely not the kind of person who is like a wolf in her thirties or a tiger in her forties, and who would become lacking in sexual desire due to a lack of sex . My mother is a rational person, but deep down I think she's still a bit traditional. Sometimes what she says makes me, as a 90s generation, find it hard to accept. Since her divorce, she hasn't been with any man; there haven't been any rumors about her, not even a hint of anything unpleasant . Before we had a relationship, she lived alone for almost ten years. If she were a promiscuous woman, she couldn't have remained so virtuous for so long! v is alone. * i/ o& v, `: ~ o; j & ws e5 o . y; qg$ d- c As for myself, I admit I could be considered a beast, because only a beast would have an uncontrollable desire to woo his family. But to be honest, I don't have any filthy thoughts about the decent women I know in life. In fact, I basically don't take the initiative to communicate with other women, even 8 t: z/ s,v& }5 j! s$ li

I've never had a girlfriend, and I think there might be something wrong with me from birth. I remember that night the three of us slept on the floor together. I thought I should correct my ways and stop doing bad things to my sister. At the
same time, I was afraid that I would just talk the talk but walk the walk, because people are always impulsive . That night, my mind was filled with all sorts of random thoughts, and I couldn't fall asleep until midnight. Actually, it was a very hot night, and it was already hard to fall asleep. I felt very stuffy, so I quietly got up and went to bed . I went out into the yard for some fresh air, and I was a little afraid to go back to my room, afraid that if I saw my sister sleeping, I would start thinking all sorts of random things. I moved a chair and sat on the open ground outside my house, looking at the sky. By then, I was already a young man. Looking at the starry sky, I felt a sense of peace. Actually, I had never lived a truly peaceful life. Now, returning to the place where I lived as a child , I felt a strange sense of melancholy . I was staring blankly at the sky, not noticing someone standing behind me. My mother was watching me, and then called my name. I jumped in fright; it was the middle of the night, and I wondered who it could be. My mother hadn't made a sound before calling me, so I fell off my chair in fright. Seeing how startled I was, my mother laughed heartlessly . I got up and, seeing my mother laughing like that, I laughed sheepishly too. She asked me what I was doing there instead of sleeping. I said ... It was too hot, so I came out for some fresh air. I asked her why she was up too, and she said she went to the bathroom and found I wasn't on the floor, so she came out to check on me. She found me looking at the stars like a little kid and wanted to scare me. I didn't expect my mother to be such a grown woman, still thinking of scaring her son. I didn't know what to say to her. Seeing that I didn't say anything, my mother moved a chair from inside and sat next to me. Actually, ever since the last time ... Since the " butt incident," I haven't had a proper conversation with my mother for a long time. Partly, I haven't properly apologized to her , and the time for an apology has long passed. Plus, at my age, I'm too embarrassed to calmly and honestly tell others the truth. I'm thinking of just pretending nothing happened; after all, it was just an accident ( I only saw my mother taking a shower), and she probably doesn't care anymore. Besides, right now my mind is filled with thoughts of ... My mind is in turmoil because of my sister's situation. Even getting some fresh air alone at night seems impossible. My mother sat beside me without saying anything, and I didn't know what to say either. After a long while, she suddenly blurted out, "Did you and your sister have a fight?" I was startled. Of course, I hadn't fought with my sister, but my mother must have noticed our awkwardness today . I didn't know how to answer her . I definitely couldn't tell her what I had done to my sister, so I could only stammer that we hadn't argued. After hearing this , my mother turned to look at me. I didn't dare to meet her eyes. I had always felt that my mother was looking at me with a sense of ...

Sometimes she could see right into my heart, and I felt like I couldn't hide anything from my mother. Seeing my expression, she
gave a soft snort and asked if I had done something to wrong my sister. I really didn't know how to answer, so I could only mumble
a confused "uh-huh."
Unexpectedly, my mother started relentlessly interrogating me about what I had done. I couldn't tell her, so I remained
silent.
Seeing that I was determined not to say anything, my mother seemed suddenly at a loss for how to press me further
.
[Me, then my mother suddenly reached out her hand towards me. Before I could react, she grabbed my ear. My mother
did
some manual labor at the factory, and she had quite a bit of strength in her hands. She

pulled me away immediately. You should know that my mother has never been a gentle, virtuous, or demure lady. She's not the kind of person with a bad temper, but if she gets serious, no one in the family dares to argue with her
. ] For a while after I returned home, my mother rarely hit or scolded me. But after so long, it's become much more difficult for her to do so. My mother really rarely lays a hand on me. I was being pulled by the ear, wailing and pressed against my mother's chair. She said she would ask me one more time if I had done anything wrong to my sister, and if I didn't behave , she would really hit me. I didn't expect my mother to be so determined to get to the bottom of things today. I even felt that she already knew about my sister and me's affair, but today she just wanted me to confess . I'm so unlucky to have this opportunity. At first, I was very stubborn and refused to tell the truth, saying she was wronging me and that my sister and I hadn't done anything wrong. Seeing my reaction, my mother used her ultimate weapon: a hard pinch on my waist. I cried out in pain, but thankfully she only pinched me once. She seemed to want to avoid making too much noise in the middle of the night, so she ... My mother warned me that if I didn't tell the truth, she would hit me a few more times. I was really scared this time and started begging for mercy, but my mother ignored me and was determined to make me tell the truth. I thought that I really couldn't escape today, and after all, I was still a junior high school student. It was easy for me to give in when my parents interrogated me like this. When I saw my mother reach out her hand again, I immediately stopped pricking her with needles . "I'll talk, I'll talk, don't pinch me anymore, you've pinched me until I'm purple. " Seeing that I had given in, my mother let go of my hand. But what she didn't expect was that as soon as she did, I grabbed both of her hands and pulled her towards me. I then turned her around and held her hands behind her back. This time, I really angered my mother. She turned her head and gave me a terrifying look that told me I would be in real trouble if I didn't let go. Of course, I didn't really intend to resist my mother . I hurriedly explained that I was just trying to stop her from pinching me, because I was afraid she would be angry if I told her. Of course, my mother was already very angry, so I could only negotiate with her, promising that no matter what I said, she wouldn't touch me again . My mother thought for a while and agreed. Only then did I let go of my mother. Before she could say anything more, I said, "I accidentally saw my sister taking a bath, that's why she's unhappy. " I knew that if I didn't confess something, my mother wouldn't let me off the hook, but what I did was even more outrageous.

I really didn't dare to say anything more, only that I had only peeked at my sister taking a bath. After hearing this, my mother gave me a very strange look, and after a long silence, asked me if I had deliberately peeked. I quickly denied it, only saying that it was an

accident.
My
mother didn't seem to believe me. She asked me if I had apologized to my sister. I said I had apologized, but my sister was still a little angry, so she looked unhappy. I didn't dare to reveal anything more, because I knew my mother had something to
hide . ~ l/ h! d% k2 t noticed that there had been some shady dealings between my sister and me. After hearing my explanation, my mother should have scolded me as usual, but she just stared at me and suddenly blurted out, "Was it like when you saw me taking a shower last time?" I didn't expect her to ask such a question, and I didn't know how to answer. I just stared blankly at her . I was already thinking about whether to apologize to my mother, but her sudden mention of it made me think of that scene with her again. # t( e3 @9 f# n0 zac's exquisite body, those two deep red points and that mysterious inverted triangle, I was thinking and staring at my mother's body,: [; t. e* [# r4 ^. n; _ ! h. l) v, \( ]2 y l. g Seeing that I didn't answer and was still staring at her, my mother probably guessed what I was thinking, her face turned red, and she reached out and smacked me on the head. ! w% `, s( g# pak u 1 o6 ^ k0 [4 f% g. s- ^ I was instantly brought back to my senses by my mother's slap, the atmosphere became extremely awkward, I also blushed, and stammered that it was no, it had nothing to do with me last time, this time it was also an accident, my mother scolded me for not wanting to admit it 7 Forget it, she told me to be more careful in the future, that I'm a grown-up and need to be more clear-headed. Actually, at that time, I could have just kept my head down and silently accepted my mother's lecture. But suddenly, I wasn't afraid anymore. I don't know if it was because I had made up my mind about my sister, or because my mother had stirred up my memories, or simply because I had grown up. As I watched my mother scolding me, I suddenly made up my mind and blurted out : "You saw my body that day too, so we're even." To be honest, as soon as I said those words, I knew I'd stirred up a hornet's nest. But strangely, I didn't feel any regret as soon as I said it . I looked up and saw that my mother was clearly stunned when she heard what I said, but immediately her eyes turned into something that looked like it was about to spit fire. Seeing my mother's murderous look, I realized what was going on . "Oh no, I have to get out of there!" I quickly dodged my mother's outstretched hands and ran back into the house. My mother, following behind me, neither scolded me nor told me to stop, but just kept close behind. I didn't dare to look back, always feeling that the woman behind me was very dangerous. I was so scared that I ran back to my bedroom. I saw that my sister was sleeping soundly, so I quickly stood next to her. Looking back at my mother , who had already caught up with me in the bedroom, my mother didn't seem to want to wake my sister either . Sister U, she just said "Come over" very softly. My mother didn't seem very angry, but I knew it was because she was about to explode with rage. I felt that apologizing now was useless, so I might as well stand my ground and fight her to the end. So I was like ...

Having eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard, he said to his mother, "I'm not going over there, what are you going to do about it? I don't have any... You misspoke
,
didn't you see my little brother too? I haven't even said anything to you yet." In that situation, my life might have been severely impacted, but I still felt a strange stimulation from saying vulgar things to my mother. This kind of stimulation was something I had never experienced before. After hearing my words, my mother had a very funny expression on her face. She probably
did n't expect me to dare to say such things to her. You know, I almost never dare to swear in front of her, and these words suddenly became more and more ... My mother suddenly fell silent , then walked towards me without a word. Seeing this, I knew something was wrong. To save my life, I grabbed my sister's shoulders, as if to use her as a shield. My mother, seeing me grab my sister, paused, unsure of what I was doing, but still walked over immediately. Panicked, I quickly said, "I'll go again. " "Come closer, come closer!" I woke my sister. My mother said, "Go ahead and call me! We'll skin you alive today ! " I saw my mother's relentless attitude and realized I had no choice but to use my ultimate weapon. I waited until my mother was close enough to grab her hand, but she was prepared. She kicked me in the stomach , knocking me to the ground. My mother never hesitated to discipline my sister and me . She only used words before, and had never used a feather duster before. This time, however, she didn't have any tools at hand, but that didn't stop her. Seeing me fall, she suddenly sat on my stomach, and before I could react, she gave me a fatal pinch on the waist. Ouch! The feeling is still so unpleasant to this day. Before I could even scream in pain, my mother covered my mouth and gave me another pinch on the waist. Tears welled up in my eyes from the pain . I was already bitten, but I didn't dare bite my mother's hand. I should say I couldn't bear it. My mother pinched me hard, but I wouldn't lay a hand on her . It's natural for a mother to hit her son, but a son can't, no matter how lightly or heavily , use any violence against his mother. So I thought I'd just endure it, as long as she didn't pinch my flesh off. Actually, my mother only pinched me hard the first couple of times; then she stopped, but didn't get up, just kept pressing down on me. When she'd pinched me enough, she asked if I knew I was wrong. No, as I just said, I was just being sarcastic today. Without thinking, I blurted out, "I didn't do anything wrong, did you?" My mother didn't expect me to resist like that, so she pinched me again. After pinching me, she asked me, "Still being stubborn?" This time, I didn't say anything. Just when my mother thought I was going to beg for mercy, I silently reached out and gently, symbolically, pinched my mother's shapely waist. This was to show my attitude. This time, my mother seemed to ... They were all speechless, staring at me in surprise. I smiled at my mother, a smile that must have looked rather lewd, even though my attitude seemed quite resolute. Now my mother seemed unsure what to do with me, just looking at me, wondering how to make me submit. Seeing that she didn't speak, I asked her if she was done pinching me; if so, continue , otherwise let me get up. My mother ...

4 {# z~% q) k$ y1 r( p hadn't figured out how to deal with me, but after I said that, she seemed to come to her senses. Just as she was about to say something, I grabbed my

mother's hand and sat up abruptly. My mother was originally sitting on my stomach, but as soon as I sat up, her buttocks slid down to my thighs
.
For a moment, my mother's elastic buttocks squeezed my little brother,
) ha! u! l3 m d4 {2 m- s
- y4 s$ ]& l5 s! { Of course, it was only for a moment, and I didn't feel anything special. But my mother thought I was going to rebel, so she tried to press down again
% c* y5 _5 ]: p?8 w: p- r) f& c$ {/ m7 I tried
to restrain her, but I had already gotten up, and my mother was no longer as strong as me. She couldn't break free.
I
could hold both of her hands with one hand. Have you ever had someone stronger than you grab both of your hands with one hand?
Does
n't that feel a bit suffocating? Of course, I only held my mother like that for two seconds.

I wrapped my other arm around my mother's waist, and with a flip, we both lay on our sides on the mat. Then, I used the hand that was being held down by my mother's waist to grab her hand. Now I had both of my mother's hands held by me, and I held her in my arms
. Of course, I didn't mean to harass my mother.
At that time, I just wanted to stop her from holding me down. But when my mother saw that I dared to hold her back, she threatened to let me go or she would really be rude to me. I wasn't afraid of her words. I just said that I would let her go when she calmed down. But my mother said that she would not let me go today. Hearing her say that, and realizing she wouldn't let me go anyway, I had no choice but to use my ultimate move. So, I used my right hand, which was being held down by my mother's waist, to grab both of her hands again, and then placed my left hand on her waist. My mother thought I was going to pinch her too, but instead, I started tickling her. My mother and sister both had the same weakness: they were very ticklish, and when tickled, they couldn't help but laugh. My mother didn't expect me to do this, and she couldn't take it anymore. She started struggling, but she still stubbornly did n't laugh and told me to let go . Of course I wouldn't let her go. I just asked her if she was still angry with me. My mother didn't answer, so I continued to tickle her. Soon, my mother couldn't take it anymore. I could hear a little laughter coming from her throat. I tickled her even harder. My mother couldn't take it anymore and said , panting, that she wasn't angry anymore and asked me to let her go. However , I felt that wasn't enough, so I told her to promise not to pinch me anymore, saying that my hands weren't touching her. I continued to tickle her, and my mother seemed to really not be able to stand it anymore. Being ticklish was her Achilles' heel, and she couldn't resist it. Immediately, she begged for mercy, saying she wouldn't pinch me anymore. But I still didn't intend to let her go. I don't know why, but seeing my mother begging for mercy in my arms, I felt very excited, and suddenly felt an itch in my lower abdomen . I realized I really enjoyed seeing my mother like this, so I mustered up my courage and said something that crossed the line: "If you want me to let go, Mom , you have to admit that what I just said was true." "What really?" "You really did see me down there last time, you saw my...little brother." "..." " Tell me, tell me you saw it, I saw you staring at my genitals. "

"...I, I didn't, don't talk nonsense, let me go."
My
mother was still a little out of breath from my tickling, and when she said those words, she sounded weak and powerless. For
some
reason, I felt that my mother's tone sounded a little shy, but not angry, so I suddenly got excited. "You still won't admit it? You clearly looked, you
looked several times." "Get lost...who wants to see your private parts? You deliberately tore the curtain to see me, don't think I don't know." Actually, I didn't deliberately tore the curtain at that time, it was just a coincidence. " No, the curtain tore by itself, you know , you're framing me, even if I saw it, it would be quite a heartache ." "Okay, okay, you didn't do it on purpose, alright? Take your hand away now." "You still have n't admitted you saw me too, and I won't let go until you admit it." After saying that, I continued tickling my mother, until finally she couldn't take it anymore and answered me while laughing. "... Okay, oh dear, I saw it too, alright? Please forgive me, I can't take it anymore..." I didn't expect my mother to actually admit it, but after she admitted it, the thrill was gone. So I let go of her, and she sat up abruptly. But instead of refuting what she had just said, she just pinched my cheek. Seeing me flinch , she laughed, seemingly pleased, and said it was late and time to sleep. She lay down beside me, her back to me, and fell asleep without saying a word . I only know that my mother's anger subsided when she laughed after I tickled her. To be honest, thinking about how I forced her to admit to that kind of thing, I felt a chill run down my spine. But she admitted it so readily and didn't say anything to me. I didn't know what to say. I just felt strange. Looking at my mother's beautifully curved back, I really wanted to reach out and hug her again, but I didn't have the courage anymore. Besides, after all that commotion, I was exhausted , so I drifted off to sleep... Chapter Twelve of "The Heart of a Mother": A Mother's Emotions * c/ l! id, a; v d2 ^d ) m7 `( w $ u, {0 y0 z& i "The Heart of a Mother": A Mother's Emotions. Author: Xiaoyu. 2018/4/27. Word count: 5309. [Chapter Twelve ] When I woke up the next day, it was still dark. My mother and sister were still asleep. I found that one of my hands was still on my mother 's body. My mother still had her back to me. Looking at my mother's curvaceous back, I thought about the playful fight between my mother and me yesterday , and I felt very happy. After all, since I came back, there has always been a thin veil between me and my family . This veil has always existed, and it's not just between me and my family, but between me and everyone . u1 v& k.@$ o

Everyone I know is like that. I'm not the kind of person who doesn't talk to others, it's just a feeling that's hard to explain. It's like that Japanese anime everyone watched back in college, like Neon Genesis Evangelion, with that "
at ...file" thing. I think it was translated as "The Wall of Hearts" or something. I always felt like I was quite like the protagonist, Shinji Yodo, and ... I feel out of place . I've always thought Shinji Yodo was also a mother-fixator. I wonder if I'm the only one with this feeling. Anyway, what I wanted to say was that after yesterday's commotion, the barrier between my mother and me seemed to have disappeared. I don't know if it was because of the playful fight with her, or if I overstepped my bounds and said some things a son shouldn't say. I put my hand on my mother, thinking about our relationship, when suddenly she turned around, her face abruptly away from mine . My penis was only a few centimeters long. Looking at my mother sleeping soundly, I suddenly remembered seeing her naked while bathing, and my penis was just experiencing morning erection. Even though it was early morning, I felt a surge of heat deep inside. Seeing that my mother seemed to be still fast asleep, I wanted to touch her. So, my hand, which was resting on my mother's body, naturally moved to her face, gently pinching her cheek . At that time, I thought my mother looked so beautiful when she was sleeping. I glanced down and saw that she was only wearing a white short-sleeved shirt on her upper body. She had been using this shirt as pajamas for a long time. It was quite loose, but it was still pushed up high by her high breasts . I could clearly see her two nipples. Her lower body was also dressed very lightly, wearing only underwear and a pair of loose shorts. These shorts were ones that my mother had given me to use as pajamas. My mother is very frugal. I can see that her shorts are very ordinary white. I've looked through her underwear before, and her underwear is never fancy. It's either white, light blue, or cyan. I've never seen any black. There 's no way she wears anything fancy. It feels like they were all bought from the same place and have been worn for a long time. But for some reason , this seemingly pure white color makes my lust rise . Unable to resist, and seemingly unwilling to resist myself, I carefully placed my hand on my mother's buttocks, looking at her eyes, and gave her a light pinch. My mother wasn't awakened by this action. I don't know why , but I had this urge to let my mother know I was taking liberties with her. Feeling the elasticity and softness of my mother's buttocks, I couldn't control myself and leaned out to gently kiss her forehead . A kiss, and my mother seemed to feel it in her sleep. She scratched her forehead and frowned slightly , an expression that I found particularly adorable. Watching my mother's expression, my hands didn't stop; I continued to knead her shapely buttocks. For some reason, I wasn't afraid she'd notice. Maybe it was because I'd teased her verbally yesterday, and unintentionally, I'd become bolder. Or maybe it was because I felt my mother wasn't as strict with me as before. Actually, I ... j# x& n s4 gl/ s# f6 \; w1 ]9 o$ q* k9 c( t9 m5 z4 s

Even after all these years, I know my mother still harbors a deep sense of guilt towards me. Although we've never
discussed it, I know it in my heart. As I touched her, I felt a little unsatisfied. Seeing that my mother seemed
unlikely
to wake up anytime soon, I gently placed my hand on her face, softly stroking her cheek. Just as I was about to touch her ample breasts, the neighbor's rooster crowed, and my mother opened her eyes
. My hand was still on her face. She looked at me, as if asking me what I was doing . I looked at my mother's still hazy eyes and naturally stroked her face again. My mother grabbed my hand, but did n't say anything. She just pressed my hand onto the mat, straightened her upper body, and tilted her head to look at the clock on the wall. This movement made her already magnificent breasts even more prominent. I stared at the two protruding points on my mother's upper body without blinking . My mother noticed this . My eyes widened, my face flushed slightly, and she pinched me, "What are you looking at, huh?" That morning, I might have been invaded by sperm somewhere , and before I could sort out my thoughts, I blurted out, "Look at your chest." As soon as I said it, I shuddered, shocked by my own words. I wasn't dreaming; I had actually said such a direct thing to my mother. Yesterday, she was just teasing me, not really taking it seriously . I kept those words in my heart, but this time I could feel a certain lust in them, very obvious, and even a kind of thirsty feeling. Sure enough, my mother was stunned when she heard me say that. She opened her mouth to say something, but then my sister suddenly woke up and sat up. I felt it was an opportunity, so I turned over and pretended to be asleep, pretending I hadn't gotten up yet. I closed my eyes tightly, and I didn't dare to look at my mother's expression at this moment, even though I really wanted to . I heard my sister ask Mother if she wanted her to cook breakfast. Mother didn't speak for a long time, and I could feel her looking at me . After a while, she finally said, "Okay, let my sister cook." I heard my sister leave the room, but I still didn't dare open my eyes. Just as I was about to risk my life to apologize to Mother, she poked my cheek and said, "You're saying disgusting things and still pretending to be dead. You want me to beat you up, don't you?" I opened my eyes immediately. I was surprised that Mother was so angry . Z didn't seem very angry at all; she had a half-smile on her face, and her cheeks were a little red . At the time, although I had the physical desires that most young men have, I wasn't very perceptive when it came to romantic relationships. If it were now, I would definitely realize that my mother had actually indulged me; she should have slapped me hard. But she only said something mild, and I didn't dare say anything then. I just looked at my mother, and after a long while, I managed to utter: "If you hit me, I'll keep tickling you. " My words had an effect; my mother chuckled when she heard them, and I laughed too. Luckily, I was quick-witted enough. As my mother laughed, she lay down, face to face with me, and began to touch my face. I didn't know what was happening .

"What are you doing, dear?" I just felt a warm sensation at that moment, and I naturally reached out and placed my hand on my mother's waist.

This was a tentative move, and sure enough, my mother didn't say anything. She just watched me and continued touching my face, as if there was something interesting on my face. Seeing that my mother didn't say anything, my groping hand started to rub against my mother's body. I touched my mother's
waist
, and the movements gradually became more intense. At this time, my mother's
face started to look a little unnatural. At that moment, I suddenly felt that this seemed to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity . I mustered my courage and asked, "Mom, can I see that thing you mentioned earlier?" Good heavens, my throat was practically watering when I said it. My mother seemed not to understand at first, but she immediately blushed. Seriously, my mother looks so beautiful when she blushes. She seemed about to get angry, but remembering she hadn't, she couldn't muster the energy. She just looked at me with a strange expression . "How old are you? What are you looking at? Are you itching for a beating?" I asked. " No, it's something I saw last time. I thought it was really good. I want to see it again. Is that okay ?" My mother didn't say anything harsh, so I felt like I had a chance. I started asking. I could sense that my mother wouldn't refuse me. I was sure of this feeling for some reason. Sure enough, when my mother heard me say that, her face lit up . My face flushed even more. I knew my mother was thinking about how to answer me, because at that moment I sounded like a son simply wanting to see his mother's breasts, just like a child wanting to suckle their mother's breasts when they were little—very direct. But now, as her son, I was saying it with a different purpose. This directness left my mother unsure how to refuse. She stammered for a moment, then said, "What do you mean, 'very beautiful '? You're so disrespectful ! " She said that, but I could tell she really meant it . You were wavering. Is everyone a little disoriented in the morning? Anyway, I felt like this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. So, I made up my mind, took my mother's hand, went around behind her, and pulled her close . Before she could even react, I pulled her into my arms, and she couldn't even resist anymore, just staring blankly at me. I was so close to her then, she was practically leaning against me, her legs touching, and I was holding her tightly. I could feel my mother's waist, her breasts rubbing against the area below my chest. In a very soft but pleading voice, I said to her, "Mom, just one look, please. I promise I'll be good, okay? Just one look, just one . " Looking into my pleading eyes, even she didn't know how to refuse. I think at that moment, my mother still wanted to maintain the distance between us, but it seemed that both of us were caught in the tension between mother and son . The strange atmosphere was infectious; my request, which normally sounded lewd and inappropriate, now sounded perfectly natural, even to myself. It 's strange, humans really are creatures swayed by atmosphere. But atmospheres do dissipate .

I went, and although my mother didn't refuse me, she didn't agree either. I felt that if I waited any longer , things would get too cold, so I took it as her consent. Driven by desire, I pinched the hem of my mother's white underwear with my fingers and slowly
, gently rolled it up. My mother didn't stop me during this process; she just watched with a blank expression as my hand lifted her clothes. It felt like a long time at the time; I don't know how long it took, but finally, with my efforts, I managed to pull my mother's clothes up to her chest . I definitely didn't blink at the time, because this was different from accidentally seeing or secretly seeing; this time, my mother agreed, and she was conscious. She was still staring at me blankly, as if she were asleep with her eyes open. My mother's breasts were really beautiful, so large when placed side by side, although... j. i 0 tn! hd/ y5 z: @ There is a slight droop, but this slight droop is so sexy. This is what a mature woman has. The two buds on the peaks have lost the pink of a girl, but that deep red, with a slight 5 w w5 y- d; m5 w& ?1 a/ b3 } 2 uy; 6 ld- t4 m, a slight black, stunned me. It is so beautiful. Such a beautiful and sexy pair of big white rabbits are at my mercy. If you look closely, can you imagine your mother lying half-naked on her side next to you, tacitly allowing her son to look at her breasts? u5 n4 ~3 r$ x a0 q7 z, v & Is that the kind of scene I'm talking about? As I watched, I involuntarily reached out and slowly approached my mother's large breasts. My mother could see them, but her face remained unchanged, as if hypnotized, and she didn't say anything to me. Soon my fingers touched my mother's breasts. Her breasts were so soft. I used one finger ... I mischievously poked her a few times, the beautiful sight of her breasts' indentation captivating me. I poked her a couple more times, then pressed my index finger against her delicate, luscious nipple. The nipple bounced slightly, as if in protest. My mother let out a soft "hmm " when I touched her nipple. It seems this area is very sensitive. Hearing her voice, I jerked my head up, realizing what was happening . My mother's nipple was very sensitive, a sensitive area that could arouse her desire. So I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger and gently rubbed it . The unique soft yet firm texture of the nipple excited me immensely. My mother's peanut-sized nipple hardened immediately after being stimulated , and she let out another "hmm" sound, this time a little louder. I knew that my mother must have felt comfortable at that moment . My movements were so gentle, I was afraid of causing any damage to my mother's sexy bud. I used my left hand... I kneaded my mother's right nipple, and my right hand joined in the caressing frenzy. My left hand was gentle, but my right hand was different. I grabbed my mother's left breast with my right hand, and I felt incredibly satisfied. The breasts I had longed for were now completely in my hands. My right hand kept kneading and pinching , and my mother's breasts began to change shape. I noticed that my mother's breathing became heavy . q, z$ h & ]7 x {( y& n, c:I didn't want to stop until this point, I didn't want to stop, I wanted to continue, I wanted more excitement, more ...

It feels so good, I want to feel more of my mother's body. Just as I glanced at my mother's other parts, my sister's voice came from downstairs, "Mom, everyone's finished eating.
I 'll cook some rice cakes." This not only woke me from my reverie, but my mother also slapped my hand away. The full, sensual feeling on my hand was gone. My heart skipped a beat . I felt a pang of disappointment. I looked at my mother with still-eager eyes, but she didn't dare look at me anymore. She straightened her clothes, then stood up. Her face was still red, but she knew she couldn't continue . She had gone too far. After straightening herself, she seemed unsure what to say, and finally just mumbled, "Go down and have breakfast," before leaving me in the room. I didn't move, just lay quietly on the bed. I glanced at my hands, and I thought I would never forget that feeling from before. What made me even happier was that my mother had allowed me. Today's caresses felt so sudden and so natural. Yesterday, my mother was criticizing me for doing bad things to my sister, but today she let me touch her breasts all over. Why was that? I didn't know the reason, although I knew that my mother had probably always ... w- v- y noticed I was spying on her, but she never said anything to me. This made me wonder if my mother had been gradually indulging me since before. I suddenly thought of many things from the past, and it seemed that many things showed this. But I would never ask about such things. It was just wishful thinking on my part. My mother might have just lost herself today, and I didn't know if I would have another chance like this. If it were just the two of us today, the atmosphere was so good. I could definitely have done more with my mother's body. n2 e$ y! [ d ! ]# r6 g) v% ~1 n Exploring, what a pity. 7 e4 v/ y, i& m( l1 ]3 d, di* i 4 f 0 y: db After a while, I also got up, dressed, and went downstairs. I saw my sister cooking rice cakes on the gas stove. She probably couldn't believe that her brother, who had just promised not to cheat on her again, had done the same thing to our shared mother today . No, I did more for my sister, and I wanted to do more for my mother. With today's start, I know I can't stop, and I don't want to stop. I went into the living room and found that my mother wasn't there. She must be washing her face in the bathroom. I watched my sister intently cooking breakfast, and my courage grew again . I went to the bathroom door; it was open. I saw my mother washing her face in front of the mirror. The way she was bent over made her figure look so sexy. Then I noticed another sexy part of her body —her shapely buttocks. Actually , this part of her body was even more attractive to me than her body itself . I don't know why, maybe I 've always preferred women with bigger butts than breasts, or maybe I just really liked my mother's butts more. Anyway, I stared at my mother's butts for several seconds. My mother had just finished washing her face , and she saw me in the mirror. Seeing me staring at her butts, she seemed a little annoyed. It seems that this face wash away her earlier illicit desires, and her maternal dignity and self-respect returned. I was still lost in thought when my mother ...

My
mother smacked me with a towel. I was stunned by the slap. How could a woman change her temper so quickly? Just a moment ago, she

was enjoying having her breasts touched, and now she's lecturing me. Looking at the change in my mother's face, from her usual domineering demeanor
to her usual one, I felt that she also needed to be taught a lesson. So I stepped in front of my mother and closed the bathroom door behind me. 2 ~z0 z7 e1 g: t % h0 r2 m* ux8 }% w3 i Main text [The Heart of Mother's Love] Chapter Thirteen: Following the Trend or Inevitability 2 w( w) cmn* y, j0 ^1 l2 l: @& [: q$ m# ~2 c6 r6 m Author: Xiaoyu. $ s9 e$ }- z! c ^& t( p, o* w- r r1 w 8 s/ f9 i- ~% k y0 j; s2018/6/8。 ]) v) j0 ~: t% k4 @% t k4 y. e( k. v0 e) \ Word count: 5788. [Chapter Thirteen: Going with the Flow or Inevitability] In reality, most of the time, people act in accordance with the trend, or rather, even if they plan ahead, when the moment of decision arrives, our choices are often based on our inner thoughts at that moment. Let 's take sex as an example; generally, no one plans the timing or frequency of sex . It 's probably because desires arise at some point and people want to do it. And procreation is arguably one of the most important things in life . That desire is written in our genes; it's impossible to erase it. When men and women are fully developed, regular sex is beneficial to their physical and mental health. Isn't it a lubricant for love ? But some desires in this world cannot be revealed. I don't know any homosexuals, and I don't understand homosexuality. What's going on ? But now I see many people saying that love is equal, and homosexuals should also be respected . We have to agree on the existence of homosexuals, but I think homosexuality in China still has a long way to go. However , there are some things that are even more despicable than homosexuality. People will support homosexuality, but I think no one will ever support incest. After all, things that violate human ethics will be despised by society. But so what? Before I actually took that step , I was always very fearful, afraid that I would feel guilty . I was afraid of what others would say if they knew my inner thoughts, but after I did it, that fear disappeared. Compared to the pleasure I gained, the thought of being condemned by society if I were discovered almost vanished from my mind. Perhaps I'm just a born pervert. But I think there are many people in the world who have been tormented by forbidden desires like me, and who have been tempted by them. Maybe everyone has . Just like now, I had just been intimate with my mother, and my desire hadn't subsided yet, when she teased me again with a towel. To my mother, it might just be a warning, but to me, who had already crossed the line once , this was nothing short of provocation. At that moment , I felt that since my mother had allowed me to be impolite once, and let me touch her body like that, she probably wouldn't refuse if it happened a few more times. So I went to the toilet ... The little boy first went to the toilet and peed. His head was already held high. His mother was still washing up; she didn't...

I don't know when, but she had already put on a bra and knee-length shorts. However, this didn't stop me from admiring my mother's beautiful figure from behind .
Later,
I often did the same, frequently staring at my mother's body, whether

before or after.
My mother saw me staring at her in the mirror, but didn't say anything; she just continued washing her
face. I thought to myself...

Once my mother finishes washing and leaves, there won't be another chance. My sister is still outside, and if I wait any longer, my mother might
not
be as indulgent as she is in the bedroom. I have a feeling that I should ask my mother for something more now.

Thinking about this, I stood behind my mother. She was bent over and didn't notice me. I gently placed my hand on her waist . I could feel her body tremble slightly. My mother and I froze for a few seconds, and then she continued washing her
face . I knew my mother had tacitly approved of me. I silently took a breath; my heart was pounding during those few seconds. I was so fast, I was afraid my mother would reject me. With permission, I placed my other hand on my mother's body, and very close to her buttocks. Just having it there didn't feel like anything, but when I started gently kneading her waist with my hand, it was full of the unique fullness of a mature woman. It felt very comfortable to touch. After about ten seconds, I placed my right hand on my mother 's stomach . I didn't dare put my hand directly inside my mother's clothes, afraid she wouldn't allow it. However, she didn't seem to resist at all, letting my hand stroke her belly. I playfully poked her belly button, and her body immediately trembled twice. It seemed that this area was quite sensitive for her. At this moment, I realized that my mother should have already washed her face , but she hadn't put down the towel. Instead, she was holding the towel in one hand and applying it to her face, while using the other hand ... With one hand braced against the sink, I knew my mother's stillness made it easier for me to caress her. I was overjoyed, knowing I could go even further. At that moment, I slowly moved my left hand, which had been resting above my mother's buttocks, down. I hadn't been able to enjoy my mother's shapely buttocks in the bedroom , but now I finally could. I hadn't studied the shape of women's buttocks; I only knew that the buttocks in my hand were round and firm. Ever since I had secretly touched them while my mother was asleep, I had ... I touched this perfectly round, fertile land, divided into two parts. This land hadn't been touched by human hands for a long time; perhaps it desperately needed some nourishment. I gently, yet firmly, used my hands to feel the fertility and softness of this land. I pinched it, causing the land's owner to let out a soft groan. Then, I secretly slipped my right hand under my mother's clothes, covering her slightly protruding belly, feeling it . The warmth of my mother's vulva, and my left hand had already reached the valley between her two fertile mounds, the place I longed for day and night, the bottom of which was my birthplace. I wanted to go home and see it. I gently placed my middle finger between my mother's buttocks, slowly squeezing it in, being squeezed ...

The feeling of pressure was so good, the warmth inside transmitted to my fingers, increasing my desire to explore. My

right hand, which was covering my lower abdomen, was gently caressing it with my fingers. I didn't have the courage to touch down my lower abdomen yet, I couldn't be too hasty, after all
,
my mother had only just allowed me to touch her body, being too hasty would ruin things, I had to take it slowly, anyway, my mother couldn't escape, at this time my left hand fingers had completely squeezed into the valley, so tight, my * q( j0 `3 w t. y1 @
} ; cb, ?) My finger couldn't move left or right, so I mischievously slid it up and down. This seemed to provoke my mother; she shuddered , but she didn't say anything. This only fueled my arrogance, so I started sliding my naughty finger up and down. Although there were two layers of cloth, so there wasn't much sensation, I still felt great. My mother slid down a little because of my movements. I slid my finger through the towel ... I saw my mother's face was very red from the side; she seemed to be getting into it, which excited me greatly. To tease my mother like this in the bathroom , with my sister outside, was incredibly stimulating. As my left middle finger slid, my right hand began to move upwards. I was confident that my mother would n't stop me, and my hand quickly touched her bra. That thing was really in the way; I really wanted to remove it . I tried to pull it off, but that wouldn't do; it was too rough. My mother definitely wanted me to be gentle. So I stroked along the bottom of her bra, feeling the contours of her breasts, and rubbed my fingers against the nipple hidden inside. When I found it, it was already a little hard. I traced circles on the nipple with my index finger while holding the bra. Once the nipple was sufficiently erect, I shamelessly ... K pinched her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. The stimulation was strong enough that her mother cried out. I jumped in fright , afraid the older sister outside would hear, so I dared not stimulate her nipple again. Such a disobedient little nipple... I'll teach it a lesson next time. But now , with one hand through the bra and the other through two layers of fabric, I felt it wasn't comfortable enough . So I pulled my left hand out from between my mother's labia, then hooked my fingers around the waistband of her knee-length shorts and gently pulled them down. This time, my mother didn't remain silent; she softly said, "Don't pull." I ignored her, as I was already getting carried away. Soon, half of my mother's underwear was exposed. But I was being a bit too forward. My mother wouldn't let me take off her pants like that in broad daylight. She took out ... The hand holding the towel reached behind her back and pinched my hand hard. I winced and let go. My mother tried to pull her pants up, but I quickly grabbed her to stop her. This time, my mother seemed a little anxious. She turned her head and glared at me. She was really something , her face was so red , but she still tried to make an angry expression, which made me want to laugh. My mother said again, "Don't pull." I said okay, just touch it like that. When my mother heard me say that, her face turned even redder. I ignored my shy mother .He reached directly into his mother's pants, feeling the shape of her buttocks against her underwear.

I started kneading her breasts
quite vigorously, and my right hand slipped inside her bra, grabbing her large breasts. Caught off guard by

this sudden attack, my mother tried to stop me, but I didn't give her a chance
.
With a forceful pull, I pulled her entire body into my arms. My hand was still on my mother's bottom, so when I pulled her, I let go of her right hand and turned her around to face me. My right hand naturally hugged her bottom as well. My mother seemed a little afraid that my sister would hear the noise, so she only offered a
token resistance and then let me have my way. My mother had a very fragrant scent, and I really liked it. I started to breathe in my mother's fragrance deeply. I felt that this morning was a perfect opportunity for me . My mother would never normally let me be so unrestrained. For one thing, a beating would be a given. It seems that last night's playful banter with my mother opened a channel between us, a channel woven from desire. And this desire wasn't just emanating from me. Now, embracing my mother, I can feel this desire flowing between our bodies, growing ever hotter. I think to myself ... My hands were quick too, already inside my mother's panties, one hand on each side, skin to skin, feeling her. My mother's buttocks were really round and elastic, unlike the girls in my class whose buttocks were flat, looking not sexy at all. I kneaded my mother's pert buttocks , feeling her breathing become heavier and heavier. I felt something inside me about to burst out. I tilted my head back, meeting my mother's eyes. I stared at her . My lips, naturally, lowered their head to kiss her. My mother seemed to want to do the same. Just as our lips touched , my sister called out from outside, "Mom, dinner's ready, come and eat!" This seemed to startle my mother. She pushed me away, quickly straightened her clothes, and opened the door to go out, but I grabbed her arm. My mother turned around, looking a little anxious, but still seemed ... R was shy. She whispered, "Go eat, your sister is waiting." I didn't know what to say. I was just disappointed that I didn't get to kiss my mother. I could only manage a weak "Oh." After all, it wasn't just my mother and me. If we were discovered, it wouldn't be a joke. In a place like our hometown , even the slightest rumor would quickly become the talk of the village. I couldn't risk my mother's reputation, but ... I know I will never stop demanding things from my mother, and this isn't just wishful thinking. I'm now quite certain that my mother won't refuse my advances, although I can't explain why she's so lenient with me. Perhaps I'll find out later, but not now . Right now, the important thing is to get my mother . My mother and I went out at slightly different times. I washed my face, but the icy tap water did nothing to quell my rage. I needed to find a way to get back with my mother soon, because I couldn't be sure if her actions were just a momentary impulse .

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) q; h. {* @; t9 ~4 t: t or something else, I was afraid that if I missed this opportunity, I wouldn't get another one. I went to the living room and saw my mother sitting in a chair eating breakfast with her back to me
.
My sister didn't seem to be acting strangely. Whether it was last night or this morning,
my
voice and my mother's voice were still very soft, so my sister shouldn't have noticed. Besides, I had previously resolved not to disturb
my
sister. To be honest, I was too naive back then. Maybe my sister had already
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had already begun to suspect something was going on between my mother and me. I practically wolfed down my breakfast; humans are creatures of habit, and after eating, I didn't go out
to play because I wanted to wait for my sister to leave. Once she was gone, it would just be my mother and me at home, and I wouldn't be afraid of being disturbed. But to my surprise, my sister took out her books and started studying right after breakfast. Seeing my sister working so hard, my mother made me study with her too. She valued my studies highly, and I, on the other hand , was eager to learn . I looked at my mother with my eyes wide open , but she ignored me. It seems my mother is very careful with my sister here and wouldn't give me a chance. I guess she felt she was being a bit too bold in the bathroom earlier. Although I was sitting next to my sister doing my homework, I couldn't concentrate at all. My mind was filled with thoughts of my mother's sexy figure , her high breasts, her round and shapely buttocks, and the mysterious forest I hadn't yet explored. These things were all waiting for me to discover, so I had no interest in doing my homework. I asked my sister if she wanted to go out and play later. She said it was too hot outside and there wasn't much to do. I was so anxious, but I couldn't think of a reason for her to go out . I could only worry anxiously. Just when I didn't know what to do, my mother came over and said we'd go to my grandmother's house for lunch. I felt so bad when I heard that. Going to my grandmother's house meant I'd have even less of a chance to be with her, but I couldn't say no. So I spent the whole morning in a state of anxiety and uncertainty. Around ten o'clock, we left for my grandmother's house. On the way, I walked behind my mother, looking at her backside, thinking about how I could create an opportunity to be alone with her . (4 c) j5 b8 f0 qr# f, d# m( d3 m When I arrived at my maternal grandmother's house, I still couldn't think of a way. I felt like I was driven by lust and my brain wasn't working properly .) c. q3 d4 t& v 6 ~8 g9 h; [; o9 z I had already tried everything, so it seemed I could only let things take their course. I just hoped that my mother wouldn't object after a while , saying that the food at my maternal grandmother's house was still cooked by my mother. My maternal grandmother's house still used that kind of stove for cooking, and I was in charge of tending the fire. When I was cooking, I was standing under the flames in the stove, and I felt like it was the fire of desire in my heart, which would become even more intense with just a little breeze. u r6 u (d) zz4 c0 ^! y _% o/ x9 qwang . After lunch, everyone sat in chairs watching TV, watching that travelogue that was endlessly replayed during summer vacation. I could n't get into it at all, having seen it too many times. My grandparents, however, were watching with great interest. My sister was texting on her cell phone; back then, flip phones were still popular. I envied my sister for having a cell phone. My mother, on the other hand, stared blankly at the TV, lost in thought. She watched for about an hour . When my mother said to go take a nap, I immediately perked up. This was my chance! So I said I wanted to take a nap too .

My mother glanced at me, said nothing, and went upstairs. I followed behind her, my heart starting to race.

Since we weren't sleeping with my grandparents anymore, they hadn't made our beds; the mats and other bedding were still in the closet. So my mother and I went to their bed. My
mother seemed really tired; she lay down without even looking at me. I don't know what she was thinking ! I wasn't sure what I was thinking, but since I didn't say anything, I figured I could still make a move on my mother. So I lay down and immediately placed my hand on her buttocks, my fingers starting to wander. My mother just had her back to me, neither stopping me nor reacting. This made me feel a bit bored. In the morning, she would still cooperate with me in the toilet , and we almost kissed. So I started to increase the intensity, directly putting my hand inside her pants. Unexpectedly, my mother still didn't react. Well, I didn't care anymore. Since she let me touch her, I'd touch her to my heart's content . I kept kneading my mother's buttocks, and after touching them, I reached inside her shirt to feel her soft breasts. Just as I was about to go further, my mother grabbed my hand and said, "Let me sleep for a while." I couldn't figure out what my mother was thinking at the time, but I felt I shouldn't force her. Since she was willing to let me touch her now , there would definitely be plenty of opportunities in the future. So I said " oh " and let go of her hand, and started to really sleep. When I woke up it was already 3 pm, which was normal, because I hadn't slept well the night before. My mother was no longer in bed . I went to the living room and found my sister lying on the table, my grandfather chopping bamboo in the yard, and my grandmother seemed to have gone outside. When my mother saw me, she turned to me and said, "We'll eat dinner here again. Go and get the groceries we left at home." She spoke very softly, as if afraid of waking my sister, so only I could hear her . I didn't think too much about it , just agreed and went out. On the way home, I was still thinking about how to make a move on my mother. Just touching her wasn't enough for me. When I got home, I kept looking for the vegetable my mother had mentioned, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I hadn't asked my mother what it was or where it was. Just as I was searching the whole house for the vegetable, my mother came home. I was stunned when I saw her . "What? You asked me to come and get the vegetable? " Why did I come here myself ? So I asked my mother where the vegetables were. To my surprise, my mother laughed, a laugh that was very different from usual. She also said something I didn't immediately understand: "There are no vegetables at home." After saying that, my mother walked past me and went upstairs. Halfway up, she glanced at me and smiled again. I had never seen this kind of smile before . Before opening the door to her bedroom, my mother looked back at me again. This time, I seemed to suddenly ... M understood what was happening, but I felt unprepared, and just stared blankly as my mother went into the bedroom, without closing the door...

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