Rural Mother-Son Relationship - Incest Novel

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.I am a young man from a poor mountain village. Due to the relentless labor of the mountain people, my father contracted a work-related illness when I was 15. Without timely treatment, he passed away. My mother was only 33 at the time. She didn't remarry, perhaps because she loved my father deeply. Therefore, she placed all her hopes on me. Since the work in the mountains wasn't suitable for a woman like my mother, she used the family savings to start a business—selling three items for one yuan—a very advanced business in our area but practically unheard of in the city. At that time, I was a mischievous child, and I often saw my mother's beautiful face deeply furrowed with worry as she worked tirelessly for the family. I started to change from that time on. I stopped hanging out with the local hooligans and spent my days at school. When I got home, I helped my mother with her business, and I studied at night. Our area was poor, and power outages were frequent, so sometimes I would study late into the night without a light. The next morning, when I washed my face, I would always use a towel to clean my nostrils. I remember wiping my nostrils with the towel, and each time I did, I left dark circles. These changes surprised my teachers, who accepted the reality with astonishment. They knew I was no longer the troublemaker who only attended five classes a semester and the teachers dared not discipline me. My neighbors were also surprised, knowing I was no longer the troublemaker who often stayed out all night. After some time, they realized I had resolutely turned over a new leaf and was no longer a disobedient son. All of this transformation was like a huge piece of good news in my mother's eyes. Perhaps I'm not stupid; in the second semester of my second year of junior high, I went from last place to second in the grade and even received a 5-yuan scholarship. At the school's closing ceremony, they pulled me onto the stage and pinned a red flower on my chest. After the ceremony, I took the flower off, not wanting to wear it anymore. At that moment, I wanted to give that red flower to my mother, because she truly deserved this honor. She worked so hard to support the family all by herself. When I got home, my mother already knew. She was overjoyed and said to me with a smile, "Afei, you've become so sensible! Good job, good job! You've made Mom proud, hehe." As she spoke, my mother cried with joy, "Good boy, tell me what you want to eat, Mom will make it for you." I cried too, feeling grateful for the hardships of this semester. I wiped away my tears and said to my mother, "No, Mom, I'll cook this meal. I'm all grown up now, I'm a man now, and I need to take responsibility as a man." After hearing this, my mother hugged me tightly and wept. I cried with her, but our tears were tears of happiness. I really did cook that meal. It was my first time cooking, and I overcooked the rice and made the vegetables unbearably salty. But my mother was so happy, so very happy. She happily ate my awful cooking. From then on, my mother no longer had to close the shop to cook for me. I would come home at noon, cook, and bring the food to her shop. At that time, the uncles and aunties in the shops all envied my mother, saying, "Look at your son, Afei! His grades are amazing, the teachers treat him like a treasure, and he's so filial at home. He's bound to be extraordinary. Afei's mother, just wait and enjoy your good life!" My mother was always overjoyed to hear such words. After I entered the third year of junior high school, my studies continued to improve steadily. Some of the teachers in our village junior high school were privately employed, and their knowledge was limited, so they couldn't keep up with me. I had a relative who taught high school in the county town, so I wrote down all the problems I couldn't solve. On weekends, we would go to ask him for help. Each time, I would walk more than 50 li (about 25 kilometers) of mountain road to his house. Since we weren't very close, I never ate at his house. I always brought two large flatbreads and a water bottle. Rain in the mountains is often foreshadowed, but the warnings are short-lived. One time, on my way back from asking for help, I got soaked. I wrapped my books tightly in the plastic bag the person who gave me when I bought the flatbreads, making sure not a drop of water got in. And just like that, I bravely braved the mountain rain and made my way home. The mountain roads were very difficult to walk on in the rain, and I stumbled home. When I got home, I found my mother sitting by the doorway in the main room, watching the rain, waiting for me. As I entered, tears welled up in her eyes. Although she supported the whole family, a woman is still a woman; her emotions are sensitive and fragile. I said to her, "Don't cry, Mom, I'm going to fetch the scriptures." My mother wiped away her tears and smiled, saying, "I know you study hard, but don't overwork yourself. Go take a bath quickly, don't catch a cold and get sick. It'll be a real problem for us mountain people if we get sick." I nodded and went to take a bath. My mother helped me get the tub and tested the water temperature. I hurriedly started washing, but as soon as I got in, I felt the water was a little hot. I thought it was probably because I was cold. While I was washing, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't brought my clean clothes. What should I do? Then I called out, "Mom, I forgot my clothes! Can you bring them in for me?" My mother's voice rang out from the doorway: "Yes, I will." My mother hesitated for a moment before coming in, then hurriedly went out again. I called out, "Mom, I don't have a towel yet." My mother, her voice trembling slightly, replied, "Oh." She then brought in a towel, and inadvertently, she saw my body. I was 16 years old. Having been so focused on my studies for over a year, I hadn't even realized I'd grown up. My mother seemed mesmerized. I also looked at my body. Because I often helped my mother with chores, I had gained strength, often doing men's work. My teenage body was muscular and well-developed. I was 1.72 meters tall. I saw my mother's gaze seem to linger on my genitals, and I vaguely understood something. My mother, regaining her composure, blushed and turned to leave. Only then did I realize that my mother was a beautiful woman with fair skin. Although she was in her thirties, she didn't look it at all; she seemed to be in her twenties. In a hazy impulse, my penis became larger than ever before. This phenomenon started when I was 13, but I didn't pay attention to it then. This time, I felt deeply that I wanted to find a hole to put it in. I masturbated for the first time in my life, and the person I imagined in my mind was my mother. In the midst of immense pleasure, I achieved satisfaction. After the satisfaction, I felt a sense of guilt, but this complex feeling deeply stimulated me from the depths of my soul. I took a shower and washed my dirty clothes, and then ate with my mother. While eating, I couldn't help but look at my mother. At first, I was just peeking, but then I stopped eating. I was so engrossed in looking at her that my mother became embarrassed by my staring. She tapped the edge of my bowl and said, "Eating? What are you thinking about? Eat quickly. Aren't you going to study after you finish eating?" I remembered my ideal of revitalizing this family, so I quickly ate, and after finishing, I went to study. During my adolescence, I relieved my stress through masturbation. After graduating from junior high, I was admitted to the county's top high school. My mother worked even harder to earn money for my tuition. However, because of my high score, the school waived my tuition and fees. My mother was overjoyed, and she no longer had to work so hard. When the villagers heard about this, they all congratulated my mother, saying I was the first talented student from their village to go to a top high school. They even recited a rhyme to her: "Today you enter X Middle School, tomorrow you'll surely be a university student. Look, your Afei doesn't have to pay for school; he'll definitely amount to something!" My mother was very happy to hear this. On my first weekend in high school, when I returned home, my mother, perhaps because I had never been away from her before, happily joked with me: "Oh, our top student is back!" Since I was admitted to the top high school, everyone in the village called me the top student because our village's village-run junior high school had never produced a single student who could attend a vocational school, let alone a top high school. I smiled and said to my mother, "Yes, the top scholar has come back to take his mother to live a good life!" My mother laughed so hard she almost fell over. I put down my bundle and went into my room to read. As I read, I started thinking about my mother again, and my little brother got hard again. I put down my book, made sure my mother wasn't there, and figured she must have gone to the shop upstairs. So I put down my book, took out my little brother, sat on the stool, and started masturbating. While masturbating, I thought about my mother—her fair skin, beautiful face, slender figure… But I didn't know that at that moment, my mother was at my door. It turned out she hadn't opened the shop that day because I was back, and she had gone to the market to buy groceries to cook me a good meal. As I masturbated, the waves of stimulation finally made me unable to hold back and I was about to ejaculate. Maybe because I lived in a dormitory, I didn't have many opportunities to masturbate…It had been a week, and I finally ejaculated, calling out my mother's name: Ai Hong. Just then, I heard a faint sound outside, like something light had fallen to the ground, but I didn't care. After I finished, I cleaned myself up and turned around to see my mother picking up a bunch of vegetables and running towards the kitchen. I was incredibly embarrassed. Since it had just been two people in the house, I wanted to be a good child and not upset my mother. I was terrified; I couldn't even concentrate on my studies, afraid of upsetting her. As I was wondering what to do, my mother called out: "Afei, dinner's ready." I replied with an "Oh," put down my book, lowered my head, went to the main room, and sat at the table. My mother smiled and said, "Eat, rest a bit afterward, and you can study again this afternoon. What's wrong? Why are you looking down? You look like you've done something wrong." I said "Oh," and started eating. I knew my mother was forgiving me; she wasn't angry, so I ate with peace of mind. While eating, I occasionally looked up to observe my mother. At that time, I didn't have any ulterior motive for observing her, but I also harbored a certain expectation. My mother became embarrassed by my staring, and two blushes appeared on her cheeks. She slowed her eating, lowered her head, and looked extremely shy, like a young girl. Alas, the only flaw was that her coarse clothes at home concealed her beauty. Feeling uncomfortable under my gaze, she whispered to me, "Silly child, what's so beautiful about your mother? Eat your food. Haven't you seen enough of the many beautiful women in the city?" I snapped out of my reverie and replied, "No, I've seen a woman in the city who's as beautiful as you." My mother smiled happily, "Eat your food, or it'll get cold." Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and I happily went to school because I noticed that the look in my mother's eyes wasn't the same as before. Now, her face would unconsciously turn red when she looked at me. During my three years of high school, I didn't envy the lives of the young masters and ladies in the county town at all, because I believed that my future would be much, much better than theirs. Three years have passed, and I'm about to take the college entrance exam. My mother came to the school, saying she wanted to accompany me. I really wanted her to come with me, but my family isn't well-off, and we couldn't afford a hotel. So I told her to go back. I told her, "Trust me, I'll do well on the exam." My mother said, "But other parents accompany their children to the exam. Besides, if you pass this exam, you'll really become the top scorer." While we were eating in the cafeteria, my mother said, "Child, let me accompany you to the exam. I haven't worried about your studies at all. I'm your mother, and if I go back, I won't be able to focus on my business." I told my mother, "Mom, I've never really considered myself a child. I consider myself a man, and I consider you a woman. I'm a man, and I should shoulder a man's responsibilities." My mother kept nagging, probably because the college entrance exam was indeed very important to her. I got impatient: "Mom, stop talking like that. I told you, I have the ability, please believe me. I'm a man. Just go back home, Aihong, go back to see our home, and get ready to hear my good news." Hearing my words, my mother was so surprised that she dropped her chopsticks without even noticing. I thought, since I'd already said it, I might as well go all the way. I grabbed her hand; she tried to pull away but couldn't. Holding her hand, I felt how smooth it was. All that heavy work hadn't roughened her hands—it was truly unbelievable. My mother's face turned completely red. Luckily, we were sitting in a corner, so no one was paying attention. Suddenly, she remembered we were in my school cafeteria and pulled her hand away: "Okay, I'll go back then. Do well on your exams, don't worry your mother." I said, "You're not my mother, you're my Aihong." She looked at me questioningly. I said, "Eat quickly, I'll take you home after you finish." After the meal, I took my mother home. We live in a mountainous area; no cars drive to our village. I took her to the road leading out of town and into the mountains. My mother turned to me and said, "Why don't you call me 'Mother' anymore? Why are you calling me by my name?" I went all out: "Because I love you, I've loved you for a long time. I don't want you to be my mother, I want you to be my woman. I want to get into university, I want to make lots of money, I want to give you a good life." My mother was stunned: "But I am your mother!" "Yes, that's right, you are my mother, but I'm going to take you away from here to a place where no one knows us, so no one will know we are mother and son." I hugged her tightly, eager to kiss her, but she flinched away: "Don't do that, Fei, people will pass by. Focus on your exams, Mom will wait for you at home. Mom has cooked some vegetables for you, okay?" I said okay, and that was it. After seeing her off, on my way back to school, I wondered why she only offered to cook vegetables for me. I remembered the day I called her name while masturbating, and she dropped the vegetables in her haste. I wondered if she was hinting at something. I felt a surge of joy. I thought, is she starting to accept me? The three-day college entrance exam went smoothly for me. Everyone else had their whole family accompany them, but I was alone – eating alone, sleeping alone, studying alone, and taking the exam alone. There wasn't a single person waiting for me at the school gate, but I was happy because it proved I was a real man, a capable person. After the exam, I packed my things and walked home, feeling so happy and excited, eager to unravel the mystery my mother had told me. When I got home, an elderly teacher from my old junior high school, surnamed Li, was waiting for me at my mother's shop, along with several village officials. They surrounded me as soon as they saw me and ushered me into our shop. I realized my mother hadn't been doing business that day; several close neighbors were there. Teacher Li immediately asked, "How did it go? How many points did you get? Let me help you with your luggage. Your mother, why didn't she accompany you to the exam?" I told Teacher Li, "I checked my scores, and I estimate I'll get around 620 points." "It was my own fault for not letting Mom come with me. Our family isn't well-off; we can't afford a hotel in the city." Teacher Li jumped up happily, "Great! Great! Our village has produced a top scholar! Ever since you started studying hard in the second year of junior high, I've known you were gifted and would eventually succeed. And now it's happened! I've taught my whole life, and finally, I've produced a top scholar who can leave these mountains!" I smiled and said to Teacher Li, "Teacher Li, don't say that. The scores haven't been announced yet; it's just my guess." Teacher Li asked, "Are you sure your guess is accurate?" I said, "Based on the results I compared with yours, it shouldn't be too far off." Teacher Li said, "Alright, that's settled then. I'm leaving now. I'm going to get a pound of liquor; I want to have some fun today." Everyone laughed when they heard this. After Teacher Li left, the village cadre said to my mother, "Sister-in-law, you've made something of yourself! Your son has made something of himself even more! It's wonderful to see him succeed! Our village's feng shui has improved; we've produced a top scholar!" After everyone congratulated my mother, they dispersed. My mother closed the shop, helped me with my luggage, and went back to the back room to cook. From the beginning until everyone left, my mother had a smile on her face; I knew she was genuinely happy. After closing the door to the back room, I threw down my luggage and hugged my mother. I wanted to kiss her, but she dodged me. She buried her head in my chest and whispered, "Child, I'm not ready yet. Can we wait until I'm ready?" I held her for a while. I thought she was right; after all, she was a village woman, and she probably couldn't bear such an immoral and unethical thing happening to her. I let go of her, and we ate together. For the first time in my life, I stared at my mother as I ate, feeding her food. At first, she tried to avoid it, but later she stopped and ate with a smile. We ate our meal happily like that. During the summer after the college entrance exam, I kept trying to change my mother's mind, but she seemed oblivious. I was afraid of upsetting her, so I didn't take any further action. I just waited at home for news. Finally, one day, Teacher Li brought me a newspaper with my name on it. It said I was second in the county. I was so depressed. How could I be second? I should have been first! But Teacher Li didn't think that way. She said to my mother, "Aihong, congratulations! Your son Afei is the second-highest scorer in high school, and he's in the top three in the first tier!" In the past, your son Afei would have been a high-ranking official in Beijing! Congratulations! Congratulations! My mother smiled happily, unsure what to do with her hands. She grabbed the newspaper from Teacher Li's hand and looked at it, only to realize she couldn't read. She quickly called out to me, "Afei, quickly point to your name so Mom can see!" I pointed it out to her, and she was overjoyed. "Ah, our Afei's name is second on the list of successful candidates!" Even the village officials came. They said, "Afei, get ready! The township head is coming to visit you! There will be many other township leaders too! You've brought honor to our village! Our village has produced a runner-up! May our ancestors bless us!" After a few days of excitement, someone even started trying to arrange a marriage for me. After the first one, people kept coming, but my mother kept turning them down, saying the child needed to study. Then, at lunchtime, the village loudspeaker announced: "Warmest congratulations to Afei from so-and-so's family in our village!"Fei, the second-place finisher in the top-tier college entrance exam in high school. Ugh, the first time I heard that, I almost choked on my rice. Summer vacation passed, and this time Mom insisted on sending me to school. I had no choice but to agree. The night before she sent me off, she cooked a lot of dishes. While we were eating, I stared at her again. She was still so sensitive; her face turned red as soon as I looked at her. I picked up some food for her to eat, and she ate it happily. That's when I noticed she was different today. She was wearing clothes she only wore for holidays, and she looked very beautiful. "Mom, you look so beautiful today." She said, "Mom doesn't know what beauty is. Mom can't read, so I just wear whatever. As long as you like it, that's fine." I could tell she was a little reluctant to let me go, and she seemed to be getting the hang of it. I pulled her into my arms and started searching for her lips to kiss her. This time she didn't pull away, but she kept her lips pursed, and I couldn't get a good kiss. I thought of a way, so I picked up some food for her and said, "Mom, I can't feed you anymore, let me feed you one more bite." She obediently opened her mouth, and as the food entered her mouth, I slipped my tongue in as well. She squirmed in my arms, gradually responding, and her tongue touched mine. It was my first time kissing a woman, and I felt her tongue was so smooth and slippery. We finally finished eating, and I couldn't wait any longer, so I hugged her and carried her to my room, placing her on my bed. I started kissing her again, and this time she was a little more proactive, kissing my hand and reaching for her breasts, but before she could, she grabbed my hand, preventing me from touching them. She let go and said, "Afei, this is all Mom can do for you. Let's not go any further, okay? This is all Mom can do." I didn't know what to say, so I answered her with my kiss. I started touching her breasts again, and her hands grabbed mine. My hands still touched her breasts, and I rubbed them back and forth slowly. She gradually relaxed her grip. Then, I released my lips. I looked at my beloved, her eyes closed, deeply closed, her chest heaving, her breathing heavy. I slowly began to unbutton her clothes. She tried to stop me, but she was no match for my strength. Her hands gripped mine, unsure what to do. Unbuttoning a few buttons felt like an eternity. When her bra was finally revealed before me, my throat went dry. I desperately tried to moisten my throat with saliva, but saliva couldn't cool my wildly beating heart; instead of stopping its turmoil, it made it surge even more. I reached for her bra, and there was another resistance, but I succeeded as it slowly came undone. I saw it! I finally saw it! I would have died at that moment. She was so beautiful, so white! Her nipples were like red cherries on a mountaintop, absolutely gorgeous. I went mad. I grabbed her breasts and started kissing them. I licked her nipples with my tongue, and under its caress, they slowly hardened. Meanwhile, the resistance from her weakened, until finally she placed her hands on my head, stroking my hair. Her breasts were so soft, so full. Only then did I realize that her coarse clothes had concealed these naturally beautiful creatures. My tongue slid down her cleavage, licking and kissing her passionately. Suddenly, I understood why she smelled so good; she had bathed for me before dinner. My mouth reached her navel, and I thought it was so beautiful. Her stomach was perfectly flat. When I reached to undo her pants, she suddenly sat up and said, "No, Ah Fei, I've already made the biggest concession. You can't go any further. Otherwise, I'll never come to your room again." I could tell that if I forced myself on her, it would definitely hurt her feelings, which would be worse. But I was satisfied because my mother said I could still be close to her in the future. So I promised not to touch her genitals yet. That night, I kissed her face, her ears, licked her breasts, her belly, her back, and even her feet. I kissed them countless times. Her face was flushed as I kissed and licked her. I took off my pants and rubbed against her body. Finally, I ejaculated, onto her breasts and onto her belly. She gently wiped it clean for me and cleaned herself up as well. Then, I began to kiss her tirelessly. That night, neither of us slept. I kissed her all night long, and the next day my lips were slightly swollen. The next morning, before dawn, she prepared breakfast. After I finished eating, she saw me off, escorting me to the city. When it came time to buy train tickets, I insisted on buying one myself, wanting to save money so she could have a better life at home. In the waiting room, she sat close to me. Because she couldn't tell my age, people thought she was a young woman seeing her boyfriend off to work in a big city. When the announcement came that my train had arrived, I told her, "Don't be stingy at home. Eat what you need." I secretly grabbed her breasts and whispered in her ear, "When I come back for the New Year, I want to see them still as beautiful as ever. Don't let them get thin." She smiled shyly and said, "Don't worry, I will." She quickly kissed me on the cheek. I happily boarded the train and left. When I was a sophomore in college, we finally got a telephone at home. Then a phone was installed in my family's shop, and from then on, I called home every week. At first, I called her "Mom" because all my classmates in the city where I studied called her "Mom," and I was afraid they would laugh at me for calling her "Mom." At first, she wasn't used to it, but she gradually got used to it. Later, I often called home when my classmates weren't in the dorm and told her about my similar struggles. She eventually got an extension phone in my room in the backyard, and she told me that she was sleeping in my room now. I asked why, and she said she missed me too. Once, when I picked up the phone, I asked her if my "twins" had shrunk. She laughed and told me they hadn't, and told me not to worry. Maybe it's because I can't see her on the phone, but I felt she was more relaxed on the phone than in real life. Then I had the idea of guiding her on the phone. I asked her: "Having lived alone for so many years, have you ever thought about men?" "You're the man of our family." "That's not what I meant. I'm asking you, after all these years without sex, do you want to?" She paused, and after a long pause, "Yes, but... *sobs* ... She obediently made a "pop" sound on the other end of the phone. I went too far and said to her, "Aihong, I've never seen your private parts before, so don't be embarrassed now that I'm not here." I felt like I was speaking to her with a slightly domineering tone, but I think she liked it. She said, "Then even if I take my clothes off now, you still won't see." "Go ahead and take them off, I can feel it." "Then...then...okay then." I heard the sound of clothes being undressed through the receiver, and I asked her expectantly, "Are you done, Hong?" "Okay, I'm not wearing any clothes right now, can you feel it?" Hearing this, my angry little brother, brimming with energy, pulled it out and slowly began to stroke it. "Hong, your little sister hasn't been touched in a long time, has it? Touch it yourself, okay? Make some sounds so I can hear it, okay?" "Ah, God, how can I do that?" "Are you going to listen to me or not?" "Yes, let me prepare for a bit, okay?" Not long after, I heard the sound of her fingers going into her little sister on the other end of the line, a soft, sizzling sound echoing in every nerve in my brain, as if a tide of desire was about to overwhelm me. I said to her on the phone, "Are you comfortable?" "Comfortable, so comfortable, just a little awkward, in front of you... Hey, Fei, Mommy is relying on you from now on, don't hate Mommy and abandon me, okay?" "Of course not, don't talk nonsense, if you're comfortable, make some sounds for me, okay?" After my persistent urging, she finally couldn't hold back and cried out. Her final cry before climax pierced my soul; with that cry, I ejaculated, so completely. From then on, Aihong and I often did things that transcended morality over the phone. Finally, graduation came. My excellent grades caught the eye of a foreign company, which entrusted me with important responsibilities. Less than two years into the job, I was allocated an apartment. My boss greatly appreciated me, and I brought my mother to live with me.Well, when I went to pick her up, she stood shyly on the station platform, carrying bags that you only see in our mountainous area and in 1980s movies—big bags and small bags, which she couldn't bear to throw away. When I took a taxi to pick her up and took her home, she put down her luggage and could hardly believe it. "Is this the house my son bought with his money?" she exclaimed. "How can it be so beautiful, like a palace!" she said happily. "Ah Fei, our home is like a palace!" I smiled and said, "Yes, Ai Hong, I'm the emperor, and you're the empress. This is our palace." "Who wants to be your empress?" she said, her face flushed. "Let's see if you dare talk back to me again!" I rushed forward, hugged her, and kissed her without any restraint. Perhaps because of the phone call, her body went completely limp this time, letting me caress her. I picked her up and placed her on the rare, beautiful spot on my arm. I kissed her while taking off her clothes. I impatiently stripped her naked. My God, she was so beautiful. I stared at the spot where I had come out. It was so beautiful, a tender red, with a trace of holy water reflecting the light from the roof. "Fei, what are you looking at?" "I'm looking at your little sister." "You're so naughty! Haven't you wanted to lick it for a long time? Now nobody here knows me, so go ahead and lick it. After you're done, I won't be your mother anymore; I'll be your wife." "Really!" I held my naive desire, my love, my red little flesh hole, forgetting heaven and earth. I kissed it, I licked it, and my mother's body trembled as if stimulated. I looked up at her and said, "Why don't you feel anything?" "I held back, I'm still a little shy." "Then you don't love me." "Ah, no, Fei, lick it, I can't hold back anymore." "Ah! Fei, I really can't hold back anymore, I can't resist, lick it, lick inside..." Under my tongue, she climaxed. In the throes of orgasm, she grabbed my hair tightly, so hard it hurt. I took off my clothes, I couldn't hold back any longer, and inserted my 19-centimeter little brother into the place that had once nurtured me. She grabbed my arm tightly. "Fei, yours is so big, so big! After watching you do it yourself that time, I really wanted to touch it. This time it finally went inside my little sister!" Hearing this, I thrust twice and ejaculated. My first time only lasted 5 seconds, which was exactly what Ai Hong said after that. She stood up and gently cleaned me up. I picked her up, and she hurriedly said to me: "You want it again so soon?" "No, Hong, I'll take you to take a bath." "Then put me down, let's get dressed and go to the public bathhouse." "I just want to carry you to the public bathhouse in our own house." "Fei, you're really capable, able to buy a house like this." "This house is yours, I bought it in your name." "What?" "I registered it in your name using your ID number. When the boss asked me, I said this is my wife, and they said I'm too devoted to you." "Ah, really? Fei, you're so filial." Looking into my eyes, she knew she'd said the wrong thing. "Fei, I didn't mean to. I should say, Fei, you're so good to me." I kissed her, and we kissed like that all the way to the bathroom. While helping her shower, she was lost in the moment. Then I noticed a faint wrinkle at the corner of my mother's eye. I knew she had worked so hard for me. I would make sure she had a good life from now on. She closed her eyes, letting me bathe her, a sight that intoxicated me. At that moment, my little brother became aroused again. I went over and hugged her, kissing her passionately. She, in turn, let me taste her tongue in my mouth. After kissing for a while, I put my penis near her mouth, and she obediently opened her mouth and took it in, sucking and licking it—it felt incredibly good, spreading through every part of my body. When I felt I was about to climax, I pulled out, laid her down, and thrust back into my beautiful home. After we finished bathing, I took out the clothes I had bought for her. I said, "Don't wear those old clothes anymore, put on new ones, the ones I bought for you." Then I taught her which clothes to wear outside, which to wear at home, and which to wear to bed. She was very curious. Then I told her to put on an outfit for going out and come with me to buy some things. She picked up a sundress and shyly said to me, "How can I wear this out?" I said, "It's okay, you'll see when you try it on." After I dressed her up, she immediately looked 10 years younger, even younger than me. Then I helped her put on the white flat shoes I had bought for her. She said, "These shoes are so nice! So comfortable!" I suddenly remembered and said, "Wait a minute." I took out some pantyhose and helped her put them on. She just let me do as I pleased. Afterwards, I said, "Go look in the mirror and see!" "Wow, I can look so pretty!" "Yes, I knew you would be beautiful." "Come on, let's go shopping." That afternoon, I took her to many shopping malls. At first, she was very uncomfortable and kept complaining that her clothes were inappropriate. But when she saw so many other women wearing similar clothes, she stopped talking and, like a little bird, clung to my arm. I bought her lots of cosmetics and clothes, including plenty of sexy lingerie, and she did everything I asked. I think she saw me as a man. In our mountainous area, the idea is that a woman follows her husband wherever he goes, so she indulges me in everything. I didn't have time to be intimate with her for half the day. That evening, I taught her how to use the gas stove, the kitchen, the toilet, and the dressing table. Because I said I was picking up my wife, I asked my boss for leave. The next day, I took her to the hair salon and got her a perm. After it was done, I was stunned. She was so beautiful, incredibly beautiful. Even the hairdresser said to me, "Your wife is so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful." I happily took her to the market and helped her get used to everything. That's how we started our real married life. But without a formal marriage. I think we can stop running away now. No matter where we run, we can't escape the moral code. Although we can't escape now, we're still happy, and I have no regrets about living like this. I think my love for Hong is the same.While I was helping her shower, she was lost in the moment. I noticed a faint wrinkle at the corner of her eye. I knew she was working so hard for me. I wanted to give her a better life. She closed her eyes, letting me bathe her, a sight that filled me with pleasure. At that moment, my little brother became aroused again. I went over and hugged her, kissing her passionately. She let me taste her tongue in my mouth. After a while, I put my penis near her mouth, and she obediently opened her mouth and took it in, sucking and licking it. It felt incredibly good, spreading through every part of my body. When I felt I was about to climax, I pulled out, gently placed her down, and then thrust back into my beautiful homeland. After we finished showering, I took out the clothes I had bought for her. I said, "Don't wear those old clothes anymore, put on the new ones I bought for you." Then I taught her which clothes to wear outside, which to wear at home, and which to wear to bed. She was very curious. Then I told her to put on an outfit for going out and come with me to buy some things. She picked up a sundress and shyly said to me, "How can I wear this out?" I said, "It's okay, you'll see when you try it on." After I dressed her up, she immediately looked 10 years younger, even younger than me. Then I helped her put on the white flat shoes I had bought for her. She said, "These shoes are so nice! So comfortable!" I suddenly remembered and said, "Wait a minute." I took out some pantyhose and helped her put them on. She just let me do as I pleased. Afterwards, I said, "Go look in the mirror and see!" "Wow, I can look so pretty!" "Yes, I knew you would be beautiful." "Come on, let's go shopping." That afternoon, I took her to many shopping malls. At first, she was very uncomfortable and kept complaining that her clothes were inappropriate. But when she saw so many other women wearing similar clothes, she stopped talking and, like a little bird, clung to my arm. I bought her lots of cosmetics and clothes, including plenty of sexy lingerie, and she did everything I asked. I think she saw me as a man. In our mountainous area, the idea is that a woman follows her husband wherever he goes, so she indulges me in everything. I didn't have time to be intimate with her for half the day. That evening, I taught her how to use the gas stove, the kitchen, the toilet, and the dressing table. Because I said I was picking up my wife, I asked my boss for leave. The next day, I took her to the hair salon and got her a perm. After it was done, I was stunned. She was so beautiful, incredibly beautiful. Even the hairdresser said to me, "Your wife is so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful." I happily took her to the market and helped her get used to everything. That's how we started our real married life. But without a formal marriage. I think we can stop running away now. No matter where we run, we can't escape the moral code. Although we can't escape now, we're still happy, and I have no regrets about living like this. I think my love for Hong is the same.While I was helping her shower, she was lost in the moment. I noticed a faint wrinkle at the corner of her eye. I knew she was working so hard for me. I wanted to give her a better life. She closed her eyes, letting me bathe her, a sight that filled me with pleasure. At that moment, my little brother became aroused again. I went over and hugged her, kissing her passionately. She let me taste her tongue in my mouth. After a while, I put my penis near her mouth, and she obediently opened her mouth and took it in, sucking and licking it. It felt incredibly good, spreading through every part of my body. When I felt I was about to climax, I pulled out, gently placed her down, and then thrust back into my beautiful homeland. After we finished showering, I took out the clothes I had bought for her. I said, "Don't wear those old clothes anymore, put on the new ones I bought for you." Then I taught her which clothes to wear outside, which to wear at home, and which to wear to bed. She was very curious. Then I told her to put on an outfit for going out and come with me to buy some things. She picked up a sundress and shyly said to me, "How can I wear this out?" I said, "It's okay, you'll see when you try it on." After I dressed her up, she immediately looked 10 years younger, even younger than me. Then I helped her put on the white flat shoes I had bought for her. She said, "These shoes are so nice! So comfortable!" I suddenly remembered and said, "Wait a minute." I took out some pantyhose and helped her put them on. She just let me do as I pleased. Afterwards, I said, "Go look in the mirror and see!" "Wow, I can look so pretty!" "Yes, I knew you would be beautiful." "Come on, let's go shopping." That afternoon, I took her to many shopping malls. At first, she was very uncomfortable and kept complaining that her clothes were inappropriate. But when she saw so many other women wearing similar clothes, she stopped talking and, like a little bird, clung to my arm. I bought her lots of cosmetics and clothes, including plenty of sexy lingerie, and she did everything I asked. I think she saw me as a man. In our mountainous area, the idea is that a woman follows her husband wherever he goes, so she indulges me in everything. I didn't have time to be intimate with her for half the day. That evening, I taught her how to use the gas stove, the kitchen, the toilet, and the dressing table. Because I said I was picking up my wife, I asked my boss for leave. The next day, I took her to the hair salon and got her a perm. After it was done, I was stunned. She was so beautiful, incredibly beautiful. Even the hairdresser said to me, "Your wife is so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful." I happily took her to the market and helped her get used to everything. That's how we started our real married life. But without a formal marriage. I think we can stop running away now. No matter where we run, we can't escape the moral code. Although we can't escape now, we're still happy, and I have no regrets about living like this. I think my love for Hong is the same.

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