Mother's Never-Returning Journey 1-2

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

My mother was 1.7 meters tall and weighed between 110 and 120 pounds. Her slender height, coupled with
her proud C-cup figure, made her a beautiful sight at school. My mother's legs were long and straight; many years later, everyone
called them chopstick legs. My mother was especially proud of her buttocks. Because of her regular swimming exercise, my mother's
buttocks were round and firm, like two round melons. When my father was home, he liked to suddenly pinch my mother's buttocks and
then run away with a mischievous grin. My dad, running and laughing, was like a mischievous child. My mom had an oval face with slightly upturned corners
of her mouth. She always seemed to be smiling, with big eyes, double eyelids, and a straight nose.

When she was in teachers' college, my mom often worked as a model for the art department. In the words of her teachers, she was a standard beauty
in sketching . After graduating from university, I met my dad at work. At the time, he was
an engineer on a state-owned construction engineering team, doing renovations and expansions for schools. We gradually went from acquaintances to lovers. My mom got married at twenty-five and had our
child, me. Later, her workplace was restructured, and after thinking about it for a whole week, my dad resolutely gave up
his secure job . He and some colleagues and friends started a construction team, taking on civil engineering projects everywhere. In my childhood memories
, it was common for my dad to not come home for three to five months at a time. My mom would sometimes half-jokingly say that my dad was having an affair, and I
would always try my best to deny it and speak up for him. At that time, the city I lived in had not yet expanded, and my dad was often away on business trips, so
the responsibility of raising me fell on my mom. A few years later, my dad turned the construction team into a construction company. She used three floors of a building in the city center
as payment for construction work to start a company.

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

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

At first, my mother would call me every day, asking what I had done and telling me
which . After two days, she stopped calling my cell phone and only called me from the landline, which I sometimes
answered. Sometimes when I went out to play or to eat at relatives' houses, I wouldn't receive calls. When I got home, I'd only see calls from out-of-town
numbers . When I called back, it was always from a public phone or a shop near a tourist attraction. As they continued westward, even
landlines became scarce. They could only send me letters and postcards, along with some local specialties.
Two weeks passed like this. By the third week, all the other teachers had returned, but my mother hadn't. I had no choice but
to go to the vice-principal's house to inquire about my mother. The vice-principal stammered, only saying that my mother had gone to a remote
village in the northwest called Xingli. She felt the scenery there was beautiful and wanted to stay for a few more days before parting ways with everyone. She estimated she wouldn't be back for some
time .

At that moment, I felt something was wrong and wanted to argue, but firstly, I was just a 15-year-old kid; how could I possibly
argue with a teacher in his fifties? My father wasn't home, so I had no one to talk to. Secondly, with no one around to supervise me
, I was carefree. If I had contacted my father to go find my mother then, perhaps none of this would have happened. Two weeks passed
, and Mom still hadn't come back, but a handwritten letter arrived saying the local children didn't have teachers. She
was going to teach in a rural area. The letter was given to the school first, and unusually, the school immediately agreed. All the paperwork
was completed quickly; Mom's teaching certificate in the city was retained, and she could receive an additional salary in the rural area.

Although this was rather abrupt, it suited Mom's personality quite
well a severe case of "saintly complex." If she sees a beggar on the street, she'll give them five or ten yuan. If someone
comes to her door selling something, if she can fabricate a pitiful story and the item isn't too expensive, she'll definitely
buy it . Perhaps because she was the eldest child in her family from a young age, Mom is particularly warm-hearted and caring. She loves being a good Samaritan
and often does good deeds. Being a teacher suits her personality. I told Dad about this, and because
rural teaching requires family consent, he specially took time out to return to the city to complete Mom's paperwork. The office stuff was also sent
home. Dad sighed, realizing he couldn't do
anything about it and could only let her be. Dad was acting a bit strangely at the time; normally, a wife going to teach in a remote border region should at least discuss it with her husband. Dad neither got angry nor cared, perhaps he
was having an affair.

High school life was both exciting and boring. I could only go home on Sundays and had to rush back to school in the evenings. Besides
studying joined several clubs. My favorite was the computer club, where I could play
computer games on the weekly club activities days. I also made many new friends, and boarding school life wasn't so dull. Because Dad didn't have much time to spend with
me, he often gave me three or five thousand yuan in pocket money. Mom's salary savings were also in my account. I should say that
I was basically never short of money in high school. With more money to spend, life was a little more comfortable. Mom still hadn't come back
, only contacting me once every week or two with a letter. I wired money to her several times as she requested, but
the signatures on the receipts weren't hers. Several months passed in the blink of an eye, and winter break arrived again. I wrote to ask to visit
my mother . Her reply seemed reluctant. She gave many reasons: the journey was long, the weather was cold, the conditions were harsh
, and so on. But I insisted, and she finally agreed. She told me to withdraw all her salary and take it with me.
I packed my bags and boarded a train heading west.

Xingli Village is located on the northwesternmost border of China, in a triangular area between China and two Central Asian countries. Surrounded
by vast deserts and high mountains, the village sits at the foot of a mountain in an oasis formed by melting snow. I traveled for two days and one night
by train to the nearest train station. I found a guesthouse, booked the best room, and took a shower.
I slept for a night. The place was supposedly the best, but it was actually pretty much the same budget hostel as back home. In the morning, I finally arrived at the town where Xingli Village is located, in
a secondhand van that had long been retired from the mainland. Although it's called the town, it's actually
over a hundred li (about 50 kilometers) from the village. There were no taxis in town, and I waited all day before finally finding a
horse-drawn carriage passing through Xingli Village. I paid twenty yuan for the carriage ride to my final destination.

My mother, whom I hadn't seen for six months, hadn't changed much except for gaining a little weight. She was both surprised and happy to see me. I hadn't seen my mother
for six months , and without thinking of anything else, I ran and rushed into her arms. In the village, my mother
welcomed me into the only primary school. This primary school was a three-story building, very old, supposedly built before the liberation
. The exterior walls were cracked in various ways, and the interior had peeling paint and broken glass propped up with plywood—
a standard example of a dangerous building. This building was originally a military factory technical school built by the Northwest warlord Niu Bufang. Many people in this village
are descendants of technicians from Niu Bufang's military factory. Historically, Niu Bufang built his military factory here for two
reasons: first, to avoid the war-torn interior; otherwise, a single bomb or artillery barrage would render the factory useless, and if they couldn't win, it would just
benefit the enemy. Second, it was convenient to receive foreign machinery and raw materials. Back then, China was extremely poor and
had to import machinery and raw materials. Niu Bufang used local cattle, sheep, ores, and even people he kidnapped from the interior to exchange
for guns and ammunition. Niu Bufang also had a problem with women; he once said he would sleep with anyone except his mother and daughter. He also liked to give female prisoners of war to his subordinates or turn them into prostitutes for his troops. He was also known for indiscriminate rape and abuse—this is all information I found
online . 　　The school is currently on winter break, and all the students have gone home. Besides my mother, there is also a male teacher named Luowa . Luo Wa had a rugged, athletic build; dark skin, a strong physique, and wore a sleeveless vest, revealing bulging muscles on his arms. His long hair was braided into small plaits. He was the complete opposite . Teacher Luo Wa was probably the most educated person in the entire village—he had a vocational school diploma. He was a top student in his school and was recommended to attend a vocational school in the city. After graduating, he worked in the city. However, he saw that his fellow villagers, due to language barriers and low education levels, were often cheated and exploited; some even became thieves and robbers . Luo Wa, who spoke Chinese and had a vocational school diploma, could have earned two or three thousand yuan a month working in the city . But to help the children in the village overcome illiteracy, he resolutely returned to the village to become a village teacher, earning only a hundred yuan a month . My mother told me all this in her letters. I also admired him a little. When Teacher Luo saw me, she just chuckled and asked, "Mom, is this the son you were talking about?" My mother blushed and nodded shyly. Luo then said, "He's such a good son," and patted my shoulder. I felt a little strange hearing this. What was there to be shy about when my mother introduced me? 　　That night, my mother and I slept in the dormitory on the third floor. The dormitory was simply furnished, with only a double bed, a bookcase, a dressing table, and a large wardrobe. I found it quite strange. I had transferred about 30,000 to 40,000 yuan of my mother's salary. Hadn't she bought any furniture? Where did all the money go? There was one in the dormitory, and Luo had found a classroom and used desks to make a bed. Did they usually sleep together? Or did Luo sleep on the desk every day? 　　Exhausted from the journey, I washed my feet and went to sleep. Maybe I had drunk too much cola during the day, because I got up to use the bathroom. I found the blankets next to me were empty. It was still warm to the touch. Where was Mom? I quickly went to the restroom to relieve myself and started looking for her. I heard some noise in the third-grade classroom on the second floor. I quietly peeked through a crack in the back door . I saw moonlight shining through the broken window onto Mom's bare breasts, making them look like they were covered in white powder. Mom was straddling Luo Wa, moving up and down passionately. One hand covered her mouth, the other supported herself on Luo Wa 's hand, making soft moaning sounds. Luo Wa's muscles were bulging, and she was also thrusting upwards with her hips in sync with Mom's rhythm. The tables and chairs beneath them creaked. Seeing this, my crotch naturally bulged. I touched my penis and bent over to continue looking inside. 　　Mom was on top for a few minutes, then couldn't hold on any longer. She leaned over Luo Wa's strong, dark chest and whispered something. Luo Wa laughed and rolled over, arranging her mother in a doggy-style position. He slapped her mother's round, white buttocks twice. This angered her mother, who turned and said, " Keep it , don't let my son hear." Luo Wa blushed, scratched his head, and nodded. He then grabbed her waist and began thrusting into her from behind. Her mother, supporting herself on the mattress on the table, would sometimes look up and bite her lower lip, sometimes look down and furrow her brow, seemingly enjoying herself immensely. After more than a hundred thrusts, Luo Wa bent down and began sucking and biting her back and shoulders, his hands also playing with her breasts. Luo Wa 's entire weight pressed down on her mother, making her look like a bear. Her mother moaned groaned, occasionally turning back to give Luo Wa a wet kiss, their tongues intertwining, making smacking and kissing sounds. Seeing this, I couldn't help but masturbate a couple more times. 　　After lying there for a few more minutes, Luo Wa whispered something in her mother's ear. I took the opportunity to suck on her ear, then straightened up. My mother first reached her left hand back and grasped Luo Wa's hand. Then she pressed her right hand down, arching her back. Taking advantage of the upward movement, she caught Luo Wa's hand with her right hand as well. Luo Wa caught my mother's outstretched hands with both hands. Like a bellows, she pushed and pulled back and forth with large movements, her penis slamming hard against my mother's buttocks, almost completely entering her buttocks, then pulling out completely to the coronal sulcus. She did this forty or fifty times, Luo Wa's mouth wide open, her lower abdomen pressed tightly against my mother's buttocks, silently howling. My mother also tilted her head back, straightened her chest, and shook her two round breasts. I had watched a lot of porn online at that time. I knew Luo Wa had ejaculated. Luo Wa ejaculated for a good twenty or thirty seconds. 　　After ejaculating, Lova slowly laid her mother down, letting her fall forward onto the mattress. He pulled out his slightly limp penis, and a large stream of white semen flowed down her mother's buttocks and thighs. This large, black penis was at least a third longer and a size larger than her father . Her mother found a roll of toilet paper on the table and wiped her lower body, thighs, and buttocks. With her other hand, she grabbed Lova's penis, sucked and licked it clean, and then wiped it dry with the paper. After making love, the two lay naked on the table, a faint white mist rising slowly, making them seem as if they were in a hazy, dreamlike state. I heard them whispering something; Lova seemed to want her mother to stay. Her mother shook her head. She put on an orange tank top and white...

She was wearing light brown briefs, a wool coat, and slippers, about to leave. Seeing this, I immediately closed the door and
tiptoed back up to the third floor. I pulled the blanket over my head and pretended to be asleep, then heard the sound of doors opening and closing. My mother
had fallen asleep beside me again.

The next day, my mother had bangs and her hair was braided into a ponytail. Her cheeks were flushed from the recent rain,
and her face looked smooth and moisturized. She wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans, topped with
a Bosideng down jacket. She immediately outshone the village women in their fur coats and cotton-padded jackets. She wore a pair of
leather boots. My mother had Luowa show me around the village. The village consisted of one- or two-story self-built houses.
Most people were either farmers or herders. There was only one general store and one blacksmith shop. The only doctor in the village was
a barefoot doctor. His home served as the village clinic. The only library was the large bookcase in my mother's bedroom;
there were no other forms of entertainment.

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

The day after we returned, more than ten men came to the quiet school. My mother greeted them with a smile at the school
gate . Each man called her "Tata," or kissed her on the cheek, or shook her hand and kissed her
. I felt a little uncomfortable watching my mother and the men being so affectionate. My mother, seeing my displeasure, explained
that it was a local Wei custom. These people were all parents who came to help with the school's repairs. Luowa wasn't too happy
to be stuck at school repairing desks. Many hands make light work; they erected scaffolding and filled the cracks in the walls with cement. They painted
the walls and repaired the desks. That evening, a man brought in a sheep, slaughtered it, and everyone gathered around a bonfire on the playground
to roast the whole sheep . Drinking locally made wine and singing songs, it was quite a unique experience.

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

Fortunately, the parent only led the horses, so I could keep up. They
stopped . I climbed a small hill in the distance and hid in some grass, watching through binoculars.

I saw my mother nimbly dismount, take off her down jacket and clothes, and place them on the grass. The man
hugged my mother and began kissing her, his hands reaching into her collar to fondle her large breasts. After kissing for a while, he bent down and
began sucking on her breasts. My mother held his head and rubbed his curly hair. After a while, the man looked up;
my mother's breasts were wet. The man began to undress my mother, until she was completely naked. He picked her up
and placed her on the horse's back, then tied her up with ropes, chest and abdomen up, buttocks down. Then the man also
took off his pants , wearing only a pair of denim riding breeches with the crotch exposed.

The man mounted the horse, straddled my mother, and guided his penis to her vagina, inserting it. My mother
screamed , and then the horse began to walk slowly, then trot. Riding a horse naturally involves moving up and down, back and forth,
and this method of thrusting, driven by the horse, is more energy-efficient and allows for a faster, more intense, and more frequent experience. They were probably afraid of being seen, so they just
ran in circles in the basin. The horse ran faster and faster, and the mother's cries grew louder and louder.
Her . After circling a dozen times, the man shouted and ejaculated. He led the horse back to the clothes
area and untied the mother. She could barely stand and the man helped her down. She lay on the grass and got dressed. They
lay on the grass and talked for a while. Then the mother was helped back onto the horse, and the man led her back.

When we got back, the mother asked me where I had been. I said I had watched sheep fighting in the village. She asked me if learning to ride a horse was fun. The
man laughed and said it was very fun. He said he would teach her, little boy, to ride a horse sometime. I thought to myself: You think riding my mom is fun
? How have you been riding my mother's mare for the past six months? My mother's face flushed again, saying that learning to
ride a horse was useless. She took me back to the dormitory. The man, also on horseback, shouted "Ta-ta, I'm off!" and led the two horses
away.

I was, of course, completely confused about the relationship between Luowa and my mother, and the relationship between Luowa and the rider. Why couldn't they leave the village
? Why did she have to teach here? But I didn't know how to ask. The joy of reunion overshadowed everything. I thought
my mother was a woman too, and she had needs. My father was rarely home, and now, in a strange environment,
it was understandable that he needed someone to rely on. It would end when I returned from teaching. I couldn't bring myself to say anything now; saying it would break up the family. I
stayed at the school for another two weeks. Basically, every day or two, my mother and Luowa would have sex, sometimes even
going out not returning until the next day. Sometimes I would go to watch, but in some places it was too dark, so I could only hear my mother moaning and then go to
the toilet to masturbate. When the start of school was approaching, I gave all the remaining money to my mother and told Luowa to take good care of
her. Luo Wa grinned and agreed, saying that Mom was her Tata. Mom, annoyed, slapped him a few
times on the back. Mom saw Luo Wa and me off at the village entrance. Luo Wa accompanied me all the way to the train station. And so, my
first passed, and I returned to school.

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