The place of Avici

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The Place of No Return

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He was thirteen when he first had physical relations with his mother.

His biological father had died when he was very young, and his young and beautiful mother had married a lewd and vicious man, a drunkard.

This man, when drunk, had two favorite things to do:

—beat him, and have sex with his mother.

That day was no different. The drunken man entered the door and began punching and kicking him, whipping him with a thin rattan cane. His body was quickly covered in purplish-blue welts.

Just when the pain was becoming unbearable, his mother, who had been sobbing beside him, suddenly walked up to the man and quickly stripped off all her clothes.

The stark contrast between his mother's dazzling white body and her sorrowful, resentful eyes made his heart stop beating for a moment.

A wolf-like light flashed in the man's eyes. He threw down the rattan cane and pounced on his mother, almost immediately inserting his ugly penis into her body.

His mother lay on the ground, her buttocks raised, allowing the man to enter from behind.

He lay on the ground, clearly seeing his mother clench her teeth, groan, and her face contorted in pain. Her snow-white breasts were pressed flat against her body.

Just then, he saw his mother staring at his lower body, her expression suddenly stiffening. Following her gaze, he realized his crotch was bulging, his erection hard as if about to burst.

The man quickly reached his limit. Seeing this, he suddenly sneered, walked over, and pulled him behind his mother.

This was the first time he had seen his mother's snow-white, round buttocks so clearly at such close range. Between her legs, wet pubic hair concealed the wide-open, deep red opening, from which hung a trail of white fluid.

The erotic and depraved scene made his lips dry and his breath rapid.

Just then, the man ripped down his pants, revealing the boy's immature penis, swollen to an unbelievable size. The man grinned lewdly and ordered him to insert his penis into his mother's vagina.

Neither mother nor son resisted. He obediently held his mother's round, white buttocks, feeling the smooth, soft touch beneath his hands as they made contact. He could feel his mother trembling, and so did he.

His mother shook violently when he penetrated her. His movements were forceful, but he quickly stiffened.
At the moment of ejaculation, his mind went blank, only intensely feeling the wetness and warmth of his mother's vagina. Then he lay on his mother's back.

The man watched all this, letting out a lewd laugh.

"Your little cock is useless," he said, going back to his room to sleep.

He remained lying on his mother's back, his hands cupping her heavy breasts from below, hearing her piercing cries.

He wanted to speak, but remained silent, feeling the softness of his mother's breasts in his hands.

This was his first time having sex with a woman, his own mother.

After that incident with his mother, his life didn't change much. He was still frequently beaten, and the house remained as lifeless as ever. But now, every time he saw his mother, his gaze pierced through her clothes, landing on her voluptuous body.

When he looked at her, she always avoided his burning gaze.

He was constantly depressed.

One evening in March, he returned home. As soon as he opened the door, he heard a man's lewd laughter and his mother's weeping from the inner room—a common occurrence, but this time he suddenly felt intense hatred.

Grabbing a wooden stick from behind the door, he entered his mother's bedroom. His

mother was lying on the bed, her snow-white thighs held by the man, who had entered her in a doggy-style position, neither of them noticing his arrival.

For some reason, his mother let out a painful scream, which fueled his rage.
He raised the stick, roared, and struck the man hard on the back of the head. After the heavy blow, the man turned and glared at him, trying to snatch the stick from his hand.

At this moment, his mother desperately clamped her legs around his waist, screaming for him to leave. But he seized the opportunity and struck the man's head several more times, until the man finally collapsed unconscious.

He dropped the stick and rushed to his mother's side.

His mother stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly hugged him and wept, her full breasts rubbing against his chest.

At that moment, he felt a strong urge. He stood up, pinned his mother down, and kissed her lips. His mother struggled, turning her head away, but his lips brushed against her ears, cheeks, and neck.

Then, his mother suddenly turned her head back and kissed his lips. His mother's tongue swirled in his mouth, and he responded passionately with his own, their movements quickly becoming practiced. He swiftly removed his outer garment, his hand covering his mother's mons pubis, immediately feeling its wetness.

He lowered his head, wanting to insert his penis into his mother's vagina, his eyes filled with a dark red, blood still seeping from her opening.

He looked up in alarm at his mother's face, but apart from her cheeks being paler than usual, there was nothing particularly unusual about her.

"Never mind, it's a woman's period," Mom said, hooking her legs around his buttocks and pulling him forward. His penis was instantly trapped, and a mixture of pain and pleasure appeared on Mom's face.

"Does it hurt?" he couldn't help but ask.

Mom's face shimmered with a seductive glow. "Move!" Mom said.

Neither of them spoke, just silently performing mechanical movements.

This time, he lasted much longer than before, coming twice more after the first time, but still maintaining the initial position. Both of them were soaking wet, the blood and vaginal fluid gushing from Mom's vagina mixing and flowing down his thighs to the ground.

When he finally released Mom's legs, although exhausted, he felt extremely pleasurable. At that moment, he finally remembered the man lying on the ground. He reached out to pull the man, but he didn't move. He put his hand under the man's nose and realized that he had stopped breathing.

He suddenly chuckled.

The man's body was quickly prepared for burial a day later.

He and his mother announced to the public that he had died suddenly from an illness. Although the neighbors found it somewhat unexpected, no one doubted it.

No one came to mourn; the man had no relatives, and everyone disliked him.

The night after burying the man, he and his mother sat in the living room.

"It'll be better from today onwards," he said, his eyes burning with undisguised lust as he looked at his mother.
His mother stood up expressionlessly, went into the bathroom, and emerged twenty minutes later completely naked. Her freshly bathed, pale body radiated a mixture of purity and debauchery.

"This is the last time. From now on, we'll still be mother and son."

With that, his mother hugged him tightly, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.

"Is it the last time? Then I'll do it with all my might!"

He greedily kneaded his mother's full breasts, watching her soft, white breasts deform under his fingers, her hard, brown nipples peeking out from between them. He used a lot of force, and his mother groaned in pain, but she didn't stop him. Instead, she silently reached out and pulled down his pants.

This time, he penetrated her standing up. At fourteen, his body wasn't fully developed, and he was about the same height as his mother, so their positions were very harmonious.

In this position, he only needed to gently sway his hips to produce a noticeable effect. His mother groaned for the first time under his thrusts; the sound wasn't loud, but the effect was stronger than the strongest aphrodisiac.
Soon, he felt strong contractions inside his mother's vagina, and then a stream of hot fluid poured onto his glans. He couldn't control himself and ejaculated. At this moment, his mother's face was flushed, and her body leaned limply against him. The air was filled with the fragrance of the fluid flowing from her genitals.

He laboriously lifted his mother, whose body was as soft as cotton, and placed her on the coffee table. He put his head between her legs to look at the place where he was born, and a strong, pungent smell hit him. On the still trembling, snow-white inner thighs, he saw for the first time clearly the mysterious garden, thick and long hair extending from the lower abdomen to the anus, the deep cleft of the buttocks also covered with fine, shiny black hair.

He parted the clumps of wet, sticky hair with his fingers, seeing the purplish-brown, thick labia drooping. He jokingly pulled the labia apart, and was immediately surprised to see the pink, tender flesh inside, glistening with moisture. The erotic beauty made his heart flutter.

He instinctively licked the flesh walls that displayed an eerie magic with his lips, and his mother's body trembled violently as his tongue scraped across the tender flesh.

He swept upwards along this red valley, and unexpectedly saw a bud like a little finger at the top. He gently touched the tip of the bud with his tongue, feeling his mother's body move violently. He wrapped the bud with his tongue and sucked it into his mouth, biting the base with his teeth and sucking hard. Immediately, a deafening scream erupted from his mother's side, her two plump thighs clamping tightly around his head.

Two minutes later, a gush of hot fluid spurted rapidly from her muddy, wet opening, splashing onto his face and body. He loosened his teeth, letting the small bud retract, and greedily sucked the fishy-smelling liquid. His mother slumped on the coffee table

, her snow-white body resting on her disheveled hair, her chest heaving erratically, exuding an incomparably lewd and seductive aura.

Soon after, he tried to leave, but his mother grabbed him: "This is the last time."

He leaned down to look into his mother's eyes, and the two stared at each other in silence. Then he saw large, glistening tears streaming down his mother's snow-white cheeks onto the coffee table.

He entered his mother again.

That day he ejaculated six times, and his mother didn't get out of bed for two days afterward.

On the third day, he went out, and when he returned at noon, he saw his mother had already prepared a meal and was waiting for him.

"You're back, son," his mother emphasized the word "son."

He stood at the door in silence for a moment. "Yes, I'm back, Mom."

A year passed quickly. He and his mother maintained a normal mother-son relationship. Neither of them mentioned the past, as if nothing had happened between them.

During that year, his mother remained the same, rarely smiling.

But he changed. His body began to develop, growing seven centimeters taller in a year. Now he looked like a tall and strong man.

But it wasn't just that he changed; his life also underwent a fundamental change.

After finishing junior high school, he stopped attending school and hung out on the streets, making friends with a group of people. They made a living by stealing, extorting, and collecting protection money, spending the money on a life of debauchery.

In their little gang, he was the undisputed leader, not only because he was strong, but also because he always fought with his life on the line. Everyone in the neighborhood knew his nickname—"The Gambler."

His mother knew some of his situation, but she didn't say anything to him. Apart from the few unavoidable encounters each day, the mother and son avoided each other.

One sweltering afternoon in May, he returned home.

Around noon that day, he had challenged another gang in the neighborhood to a one-on-one fight that evening to settle some disputes. These were professional thugs, and he didn't know if he'd make it back to see his mother alive.

That afternoon, he sat in his bedroom, watching the sunset. Just as the sun was about to dip below the horizon, he suddenly stood up, stripped off his last pair of underwear, and went to find his mother.

She was in the kitchen preparing dinner for him. It was hot, and she was only wearing a thin shirt; through the fabric, he could see her bra straps and her white, full back. Looking at her back, he trembled violently and lunged at her, embracing her.

His mother struggled with a force he hadn't anticipated; the chopped vegetables on the counter were knocked to the floor. In the chaos, she grabbed a cleaver and slashed at him. He didn't dodge; the cleaver deflected just before striking his face, leaving a deep wound on his arm from which blood gushed.

The mother gasped at the sight of blood, and taking advantage of her distraction, he pinned her against the kitchen counter.

"I'm your mother, why are you doing this?"

"I don't want you to be my mother."

"But I really am your mother!"

"If I die, you won't be. I'll die tonight."

The mother looked at him in surprise, suddenly ceasing her struggles.

"Tonight?"

"Yes!" he said. "It's better if you die."

With that, he ripped open the thin shirt on the mother's body, then pulled down her panties under her skirt, revealing her long-desired, snow-white flesh once more. He reached out to touch it as if in disbelief; it was still so soft, emitting a strong, fleshy fragrance. The places he touched burned hot, and the mother's eyes glazed over.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, then he let out a beastly roar, and without any foreplay, he entered her. But the mother's petals were already open, overflowing with nectar.

At first, he thrust violently, the impact of their bodies producing a crisp "slap, slap" sound. But soon he slowed down, his thrusts becoming very slow but rhythmic.

His mother swayed her body to his rhythm, her round buttocks undulating on the countertop, emitting sweet moans.

The last rays of the setting sun streamed in through the window, casting a soft golden light on his mother's body and face; in that instant, he felt a powerful shock of beauty.

After ejaculating inside his mother, he got some medicine and had her sit on the countertop to bandage his arm wound. He watched her large, round breasts sway beneath his eyes, their purple nipples and areolas large. Suddenly, he grabbed one breast, putting the nipple in his mouth and sucking, while simultaneously caressing the other.

His mother asked him, "Do you want more?"

"Yes, I want more, every day, for a lifetime," he said.

His mother finished bandaging him, and he pulled her into a tight embrace; she hugged him back.

He could feel warm water droplets sliding down his shoulder, but when their bodies separated, he saw a smile on his mother's face.

He went back to his room to get dressed, then went back to the kitchen. His mother was still sitting there; the sun had set, and it was pitch black outside the window.

He picked up the kitchen knife and tucked it into his coat. Before leaving, he turned to his mother and said,

"If I don't die, I want you to be my woman for life."

That night, he didn't die.

He fought six or seven men alone, each older and a better fighter than him.
He was stabbed seven times, one of which grazed his neck, nearly severing the carotid artery, but as if divine intervention, he miraculously survived.

The result of the fight was that all seven men on the other side were wounded, three of them permanently disabled, while he only spent two days in the hospital.

The doctor had advised him to stay longer, but he was eager to go home.

On the day he was discharged, his mother came to pick him up. She wore a light blue sleeveless dress, light makeup, and high heels, which immediately caught his eye.

They took a taxi home, and in the car, his mother held him tightly in her arms, his head resting against her chest, feeling the firmness of her breasts.

He quietly slipped his hand under his seat and into his mother's skirt, unexpectedly touching soft, warm hair—his mother wasn't wearing underwear.

He looked up at his mother; her face was flushed, but her legs were tightly clamped around his hand. He left his hand there, motionless, savoring the warmth and closeness. A feeling of happiness washed over him, and he suddenly felt dizzy. So he fell asleep with his head resting on his mother's breast.

When he woke up again, he was in his own home. His mother was cooking in the kitchen, and a breeze carried the aroma of his favorite braised pork, along with his mother's soft singing.

Listening to the singing, he suddenly burst into tears.

That night, he took off his pants and waited for his mother to come to bed, but she didn't. Anxious, he went to his mother's bedroom and found her already in bed, looking at him in surprise.

"Why don't you come over?" he said. "Be my woman, and you'll always be with me, no matter what."

His mother gazed at him and nodded. "But not tonight. You can't do that kind of thing until you're healed."

He chuckled. "You still talk like my mother."

"I'm your woman, and your mother too."

He laughed happily. "Okay!" he answered loudly, and they both laughed.

He went over, took off his shoes, and lay down next to his mother, quickly falling asleep.

He woke up at dawn, hearing soft breathing beside him, and immediately realized his mother was lying next to him.

This was the first time in years he had spent a whole night in the same bed with his mother. Smelling the strong scent of her body, looking at his mother's peaceful and serene sleeping face, a novel feeling welled up in his heart. He suddenly felt that God had truly been kind to him.

However, good fortune was yet to come. A big shot in the underworld heard about his bravery and sent someone to recruit him, which he gladly accepted. Although he wasn't as reckless as before, he was still incredibly fierce, and everyone feared him.

He quickly became a rising star in Taiwan's underworld. That year, he had just turned sixteen.

He was now the chief assassin of his gang's Execution Hall, possessing an astonishing talent for weapons, but more importantly, he had a calmness beyond his years. This quality saved his life many times, solidifying his position within the gang.

He also began to display the demeanor of a strongman in front of his mother.

One evening, six months later, he returned home after running errands in the south. Having just killed someone, he felt somewhat exhausted and couldn't wait to see his mother.

Pushing open the door, he saw his mother sitting in the living room watching TV, wearing a very sexy nightgown. Seeing him return, she quickly helped him with his things and prepared a bath.

"Let's bathe together!"

"I've already bathed," his mother said, blushing.

For some reason, even after being his woman for so long, his mother had always resisted exposing her body in front of him.
"Take another bath."

This slightly commanding tone was something he often used when speaking to his subordinates, and he was pleased to see his mother succumb to it just like everyone else.

He sat in the bathtub, watching his mother stand there, shyly removing her bathrobe. He rarely had such a good opportunity to admire his mother's body so closely. Her body was fuller than before, but not deformed; her pear-shaped breasts swelled on her chest.

He became excited, and at his prompting, his mother sat in his lap, and the two of them immersed themselves in the warm water.

"Am I too fat?"

"What are your measurements now?"

"35D, 29, 36."

"Normal."

"Don't you think your waist is a bit thick, and your hips are too big?" "

Have I ever told you I like women with big hips?" "

You're just trying to make your mother happy."

The answer was a long, passionate kiss, and the two of them made love in the bathtub.

Not long after, it was his mother's 37th birthday.

He had originally planned to go out to celebrate, but his mother insisted on spending her birthday at home.

Dinner wasn't lavish, but it consisted of all his favorite dishes. During dinner, their bodies were intertwined, he passed food between their mouths, and they both felt incredibly sweet.

After finishing this dinner, which lasted three hours, they went to the bathroom together.

In the bathroom, Mom removed the showerhead and handed him the hose.

"Help me wash the filth out of my anus."

"Why did you suddenly decide to do this?"

"You wash me first." Mom leaned

over the bathtub, sticking her buttocks up towards him. He picked up the hose and inserted the tip into Mom's anus. He had never done this before and found Mom's anus very tight.

After inserting a small section of the hose, he figured it wouldn't fall out, so he turned on the tap. Mom let out a muffled groan.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

Cold sweat seeped from Mom's body, but she shook her head, indicating to continue.

After a while, Mom called for a stop, and he pulled the hose out. With a "whoosh," the water he had just poured in gushed out like a fountain; the water had turned yellow and had a fishy stench.

He then performed another enema, this time the water was less discolored and smelled fainter.

After the enema, he showered with his mother, then carried her to the bedroom.

"Today is Mom's birthday, and as her son, I want to comfort her."

On the bed, his mother stopped his caresses: "Wait a minute, today I want you to put it here."

His mother was lying on the bed in a doggy-style position, pointing to her anus: "I want to give you everything."

"Everything you have is already mine."

"But my virginity was taken by someone else, not left for the man I love most. So I want to save my remaining virginity for him."

"..."

"If you don't want it, I'll feel like you're disgusted with me."

"I know."

He said, and then began to thrust forcefully. He was thrusting because his mother's anus was very tight, and he could barely insert it. He wanted to give up, but his mother stopped him.

After struggling for more than ten minutes, the tip of his huge mushroom head finally entered, but he still couldn't move. After a while, he began to try to slowly thrust in and out, and his mother began to twist her buttocks to meet his movements.
"Does it hurt?"

"It feels numb." His mother answered breathlessly, shaking her buttocks even more vigorously.

He also felt very good. The unprecedented tension excited him, and seeing his mother lying on the bed, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain, with goosebumps on her back, made him feel the pride unique to a conqueror.

After he ejaculated inside his mother's rectum, they both collapsed on the bed, exhausted, as if they had collapsed.

"So tired! Just like back then." His mother murmured.

"When?"

"When I first lost my virginity."

He didn't speak, but his mother suddenly pressed herself against him, her warm lips close to his ear: "Now I have everything you have."

The answer was another deep penetration. He didn't know how much time had passed before they fell asleep, utterly exhausted.

The next day, he was awakened from a deep sleep by a strange and pungent stench. He searched everywhere for the source of the odor, finally prying apart his mother's thighs and discovering that the smell was coming from her anus—the semen he had ejaculated inside her the day before.

His mother was also awakened by his actions. When he saw her frowning and sniffing something, he couldn't help but laugh. Amidst the laughter, he carried his mother into the bathroom, carefully washing away the stench and her still aching body with warm water, then went out and threw away the bed sheet.

During the Christmas holidays, he decided to take his mother to Hong Kong for a few days.

He told Uncle Quan about this idea, and Uncle Quan agreed.

Uncle Quan was the powerful gangster who had officially brought him into the underworld, and he treated him like a son. Uncle Quan has considerable influence in both Taiwan and Hong Kong.

"Why do you enjoy being with Mom so much?" Uncle Quan asked with a smile.

He smiled but didn't answer.

When they packed their luggage and set off, Mom seemed very excited.

"Why are you so happy?"

"I never imagined I'd have such a happy time."

He smiled and put his arm around Mom's shoulder: "Mom, this time I'm going to have a good time with you for a few days."
Mom smiled and nodded in agreement.

As soon as they got off the plane, people from Hong Kong were already waiting at the airport. They were surprised to see him, as they hadn't expected the "gambling addict" who had been famous in Taipei for years to be such a young man. But when they saw the cold glint in his eyes, they immediately understood that he was no ordinary person.

They drove directly to the Hilton Hotel in a luxurious Benz van, where an expensive luxury suite had been booked for him.

Although the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of Victoria Harbour, they didn't leave their room for the first three days in Hong Kong. The two of them made love day and night in the room, trying all sorts of positions, exhausted but still unwilling to stop.

"Do you think I'm lewd?" his mother asked.

"Yes. But I like your lewdness," he replied.

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