Dark Beginning 7

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Let's continue. Time passed little by little. Although I really hoped to be like that with my mother, I never had the chance. More than a year has passed in a flash. Sometimes I would eavesdrop and watch my father having sex with my mother. Sometimes I would hug my mother and think about it when no one was home, but I never succeeded. Only a very few times did I pester my mother so much that she would lift up her clothes and let me suck and lick her breasts. I never got to touch my mother's vagina. Furthermore, children's attention shifts quickly. He spent his time playing wildly with classmates and became obsessed with novels, gradually losing his strong desire for his mother. Then, two years later, during the second semester of my final year of junior high, during the May Day holiday, my classmates and I went out to play. There wasn't much to do then, just running around, sometimes climbing walls or trees. One day, while we were out, we saw a newly built, still-under-construction building in the city center. Boys, being mischievous and prone to showing off, one of my classmates asked if we dared to jump from the second floor. Even those who weren't sure said yes, so a few of us climbed up and jumped. Of course, we didn't jump directly onto the concrete; there was a pile of sand below. To be honest... Actually, I didn't want to jump; I was a little scared. But since all my classmates had jumped, I had no choice but to jump too. I was trying to save face, and I didn't want people to call me a coward or anything. And you know what? Maybe it was because the sand pile was high, or something, but I didn't feel anything when I jumped, and I even got a little braver. After jumping a few times, it was that classmate who suggested, "Let's jump from the third floor!" Some classmates said the third floor was too high. That classmate said, "High? It'll just be a little more for one more person. You're not scared, are you? What's there to be afraid of? There's a huge pile of sand here, it's okay." Then he went up to the third floor and jumped. After landing, he said, "See? It's okay, isn't it? It's not high. Try it, it's much better than jumping from the second floor." The others saw that he had jumped and was fine. They'd all gotten a bit bolder, and with a desire to show off and a fear of being called cowards, one by one they went up to the third floor and jumped. Although I was very unwilling and scared, I jumped anyway. Several of us jumped down, climbed back up, and jumped down again. After a few times without incident, we got bolder and started trying different kinds of jumps. As they say, excessive joy leads to sorrow, and that's absolutely true. One time when I jumped, an accident happened. I don't know if I jumped too far or if the sand was slippery, but I fell hard to the ground. My leg went numb instantly, and I was completely dazed. Several people saw me fall and quickly tried to help me up. When they pulled me up, I couldn't stand; my right leg hurt terribly with every movement. The others were terrified. Oh no! I didn't dare tell my family, so they took turns carrying me to the hospital. When they got there, they found out my lower leg was fractured, broken and dislocated. My leg was broken! I couldn't hide it from them anymore. My classmate ran to my house and told my parents. After that, there wasn't much else to say—my mom cried, my dad scolded me, and they paid for hospitalization and treatment. No surgery was done; the doctor set the bone and put a cast on it. I was hospitalized for a few days and then discharged. Since my leg was broken, I couldn't go to school. My dad told my teachers and the principal that I could graduate early, since there were still two months until the holidays. My dad is a powerful figure in our area, and the principal and teachers were very accommodating, so they agreed. So I stayed home to recover. About a month later, although my leg wasn't fully healed, I could move it a little. One day, my parents had a huge argument, and the next day, my mom took me back to our hometown.
After returning to my hometown, my leg wasn't fully healed, so I couldn't go out. I could only stay indoors listening to the radio, songs, and storytelling. Since it was just my mom and me at home, I was really hoping something would happen. About four or five days after we got back, one cloudy day, it started raining heavily as it was getting dark. Because of the cloudy weather, I was sleepy during the day, and I slept for almost the entire afternoon. But I couldn't fall asleep at night. I was listening to songs and other things on the radio. Around nine or ten o'clock, my mom called out to me from the other room, "Stop listening! Go to sleep! You're making so much noise, I can't sleep!" I had no choice but to listen, so I turned off the radio and lay down to sleep. But after sleeping so much in the afternoon, I just couldn't fall asleep. I tossed and turned in bed. After a while, my mom called out again, "What are you doing? Go to sleep!" Afraid of upsetting her, I lay still.
About twenty minutes later, I heard a loud banging on my mom's window. Then I heard her say in a low voice, "Who is it?" The person outside said, "Sister-in-law, it's me. Open the door." I immediately recognized the voice as my uncle's. My mom said, "You're so old, why are you coming here? Liu was just asleep." My mom got up and opened the door. My uncle came in and quietly went into the inner room with my mom. As soon as they went in, I heard my mom say, "Don't panic, let's get on the bed and do it." I think my uncle was embracing my mom and touching her breasts or vagina. Then I heard my uncle say, "Sister-in-law, I missed you so much." I didn't hear my mom respond, but I heard her make what sounded like moaning sounds. They were probably kissing. At this moment, I was extremely excited. I wasn't sleepy to begin with, and now I was even more excited and wide awake. I quietly sat up and peered into Mom's room through the gaps in the corn stalks. I couldn't see anything through the two thin corn stalk walls, but I could hear clearly. The rain had lessened, and I heard Mom moaning. The bed creaked, probably because the two of them got into bed. A moment later, I heard Mom say, "Why do you feel so cold?" My uncle said, "It's okay, it'll be fine in a bit." Then Mom suddenly exclaimed, "Ah!" Why are you in such a hurry? There's no water yet. My uncle said, "I missed you so much." He just slid down after a few thrusts. Mom was panting and moaning, saying, "What do you miss about me? You have plenty of breasts. Does your aunt not let you fuck her?" My uncle said, "I don't want to fuck her. Her breasts are small, not as pretty as yours, and they don't feel as good to fuck as yours." Mom said, "You bastard, you have a breast and you're still being picky. Harder, push it in." "Mmm, that's it." After a few thrusts, it must be my uncle's penis pressing against Mom's clitoris. My uncle hummed and said, "Sister, can your second brother fuck you all the way in?" Mom said, "No, your brother isn't as long as you." Actually, when Dad fucked Mom, she always shouted, "Fuck me all the way in! Fuck me until I'm broken! Fuck me to death!" She probably said this to satisfy my uncle's vanity. I heard them masturbating, so I quietly got up, barefoot, and tiptoed to the doorway of the east room. I squatted down and peeked inside. It was a cloudy, dark day, so I couldn't see clearly, and they couldn't see me either. Through the blur, I could see my mother's hands gripping her feet, her legs raised high, her knees almost touching her breasts. My uncle was between her legs, his hands supporting the back of her knees, slowly and steadily masturbating her, talking as he did so. (I'll write the following in dialogue style; I think it better conveys the scene.)
Sister-in-law, your pussy is so slippery, it feels so good to masturbate like
this, oh, it's hitting my heart, it's killing me, harder, push it to the side, hiss, ah, uh-huh, that's it, push harder! "Push harder,
hmph, hoo, umm, sister, will you moan when your second brother pushes you? Will you
moan when I push you? Your brother isn't getting any better, I can't moan. Oh, umm, I'm stuck again. Stop talking, hurry up,
I like hearing you moan. You say dirty things to get me aroused.
What are you saying? My legs are sore, let go and I'll put you down and do it.
Okay, you lie down and push me from behind.
(Mom lies down, butt sticking out, uncle holds Mom's butt with both hands, his penis thrusts in hard.)
Hiss, lightly, too deep,
hehe, deep is good, deep." You're so good,
you're fucking me all the way in, you're hitting my pussy, ouch, ah, little brother (originally calling out his uncle's name), you're fucking me to death, my pussy is ruined, ah ah,
I'm going to fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to pieces,
ah ah, fuck me to death, fuck harder and faster, I'm going to die, ouch, you're picking at my asshole again, ouch, don't insert it, hiss, umm, ah, I'm dying, I'm going to die, you're going to kill me
, sister-in-law, it feels good to fuck your asshole, how come your asshole is so slippery, it goes in as soon as you pick it,
ouch, hiss, ah "Ah, ouch! You're gripping my ass too hard, I'm going to die! You coward! It's slippery because of the water you're squirting out,
hehe. What water? Whose water is it?
Ouch, vaginal fluid, cunt fluid! Dig deeper, squirt faster! Mmm, ah, your own sister's water! I'm squirting to death! Oh dear, ahh, I'm going to die! Faster, squirt harder, squirt faster!"
The uncle sped up, squirting harder at Mom. Mom stopped talking, raised her head, and hissed as she inhaled. "
Sister-in-law, let go!"
Mom nodded without saying a word.
My uncle thrust a few times and then stopped. At that moment, Mom covered her mouth with her hand and made a few muffled "ahs" before collapsing onto the bed and remaining still. I saw that they were done, so I quickly and quietly went back, afraid they might see me. As soon as I got to the bedside, I heard Mom say, "You've been out so much today, you've been holding back for days." My uncle said, "Several days, ever since you came back." Mom hummed in agreement and said, "Feeling good now? Go back and rest, don't let your father wake up and see." My uncle didn't say anything, maybe he just nodded. Then I heard Mom talking about things in the city and the argument she had with Dad. My uncle, whether he was tired or something, just listened without saying anything, occasionally humming in agreement. After about 10 or 20 minutes, Mom said, "Stop touching me, take a couple of puffs and go back. We'll go to the kang (a traditional heated brick bed, where we grew tobacco back then) another day." Then I heard the bed creak a few times, and then I heard Mom make a few moaning sounds. It must have been my uncle getting off the bed to leave. He probably kissed Mom before he left. A little while later, I heard the door open. My uncle left, and Mom closed the door and went to bed to sleep. But I just couldn't fall asleep. My penis was hard and aching, my head was buzzing, and all I could think about was fucking.
I don't know how much time passed, but I couldn't fall asleep. My penis kept going from soft to hard, and my mind was filled with images of my mother's body, her cries, and the way she was being fucked. Driven by sexual urges, I got up quietly, went to my mother's side, and gently got into bed, lying down close to her. Women are very alert, and as soon as I lay down next to her, she woke up. When she saw me, she said, "Liu, what are you doing here?" I didn't say anything, and my hand went straight to touch her breasts. She slapped my hand away and said, "Stop touching me, go back to sleep." But my mind was full of thoughts of fucking, and I couldn't hear what she was saying. My hand went back to touching her breasts, and she pushed me away, saying, "Stop it, go to sleep." I was burning with desire at that moment, and the more she pushed me away, the more I used my... I kneaded Mom's breasts forcefully. When she couldn't push me away, she asked, "What's wrong with you today?" In a moment of impulsiveness, I blurted out, "Mom, I saw Uncle fuck you just now." Mom froze, speechless for a long time. I ignored her reaction and continued kneading her breasts. After a while, Mom sighed and said, "Six, don't tell anyone." I hummed in agreement, "I know. I saw it the year before last, but I didn't tell anyone." Mom sighed again, hummed in agreement, and didn't say anything. She reached out and pulled me into her arms. As soon as she hugged me, I knew she tacitly approved. I opened my mouth and took her nipple into my mouth, while my hand was still touching her other breast. I pressed my body close to hers, raised my leg, and placed it on her lap, my knee pressing against her vulva. Her vulva was wet and slippery, probably from Uncle's ejaculation. It was probably her vaginal fluid when she was feeling good. I was sucking and licking her nipples, kneading her breasts with my hands. After a while, I heard her moan like she did when her uncle was fucking her. Maybe the pleasure from her uncle's fucking hadn't completely worn off, and she was still very sensitive. After a while of sucking and touching, I naturally and boldly put my hand between her legs. Maybe she thought I knew about her and her uncle, or maybe it was for some other reason. Anyway, she didn't say anything or stop me. My hand went straight to her vulva. It must have been wet from just having sex. My hand was covered in slippery fluid, probably a mixture of her vaginal fluid and her uncle's ejaculation. There was a lot of it, and it was very slippery. Because this had happened before, I just inserted my hand inside. I inserted three fingers into Mom's vagina. As soon as they went in, I felt Mom's body tense up. She opened her mouth and hissed a few times, saying, "Gently, don't be so rough." I made a few "mmm" sounds with Mom's nipple in my mouth, while my fingers probed inside Mom's vagina. The inside of Mom's vagina was even slipperier than the outside, and it made muffled squelching sounds under my fingers. By this time, my penis was very hard, throbbing. I thrust my hips and penis against Mom's body, saying, "Mom, touch me." Mom was probably a little dazed at this point, and she directly reached out and grabbed my penis, stroking it. After a while, I felt my hand getting a little sore, so I said to Mom, "Mom, lift your legs, you don't have to exert force like this." Mom didn't say anything, but lifted her legs, curling them up, and pulled her knees with one hand. Now my hand could move... The space was much larger, and I probed inside Mom's vagina with my fingers, occasionally twisting them together. Mom's breathing became more and more rapid; perhaps she was embarrassed to cry out in front of me, but those suppressed moans and gasps were even more stimulating. Hearing this, I increased the speed of my probing of Mom's vagina. This went on for about seventy or eighty minutes, probing Mom's vagina and listening to her suppressed moans. I became increasingly bold and impulsive. My fingers involuntarily withdrew and touched Mom's anus. Perhaps because I was fast, or perhaps because Mom was enjoying the sensation of my touch, I inserted two fingers directly into Mom's anus. Perhaps subconsciously, I thought that if my uncle's penis could fit inside, two fingers could too. "Go in," I said. As soon as I inserted it, Mom suddenly opened her eyes, her body tensed, and she let out a loud "Ah!" and said, "Take it out!" I didn't hear what Mom said at all; my attention was completely focused on Mom's anus. Inserting my finger into Mom's anus felt different from Mom's vagina. It wasn't as slippery, but Mom's anus gripped my finger very tightly. I couldn't move my finger without some force. I hooked my finger around in Mom's anus and felt a little uncomfortable, so I put two fingers together and started thrusting them in and out. At this point, Mom's eyes were closed, her mouth was slightly open, and she made the kind of sound that Mom made when her uncle was fucking her, like when she cried out that she was going to die. But it wasn't as loud as when her uncle was fucking her; it was a suppressed, muffled sound as she said something. I couldn't understand what she was saying, but I instinctively knew that Mom was enjoying it like this. As I watched, my fingers moved even faster into Mom's anus. After about four or five minutes, a sudden thought struck me: I inserted my thumb into Mom's vagina, just like I had inserted my two fingers into her anus. I felt Mom's legs tremble, and she let out a few suppressed "ah ah ah" sounds. Suddenly, she lowered her legs, clamped my hand tightly between them, her body stiffened, her mouth wide open, her hand gripping my penis tightly. After a while, I felt Mom's body relax, and then I heard her say in a low voice, "Take your hand out." I pulled my fingers out of Mom's anus and vagina. My hands were slippery and wet. Without thinking much, I reached out and touched Mom's breasts. Mom said, "Don't touch me, wipe it." Mom touched something behind her back, wiped her breasts, and then wiped them again. She wiped my hands, then reached down and wiped her vagina, saying, "How do I get it out for you?" By this time, my penis was already half-soft. I guess my attention had been focused on my mother's anus and vagina, and my penis had softened at some point. When my mother asked me how to get it out, I reached out and touched her vaginal opening, saying, "Let's get it out here." My mother said, "No, let's do it in the cleft of her buttocks." I said, "It doesn't feel right there." My mother said, "Then let's get it out with my hand." I touched my mother's vaginal opening and said, "No, I want to do it here." My mother said, "No, we can't do it here." We rubbed against each other for a long time, and finally my mother said, "Let's rub it outside over there." Actually, my purpose was just to rub it against my mother's vaginal opening. I didn't even think about inserting my penis into my mother's vagina. Maybe subconsciously, I also felt that I couldn't insert it into her vagina. Mom was lying flat on her back, and I was on top of her, my penis between her legs, near her vulva. Mom's legs were pressed together, trapping my penis. Since I'd never had sex before, I didn't know how to move. Seeing I wasn't moving, Mom said, "Move your ass." So I moved my ass haphazardly, just twisting it. My penis felt the slippery feel of Mom's vulva, which felt good, but for some reason, I didn't feel like ejaculating. Instead, my penis gradually went soft. Mom noticed it and said, "If it's soft, get up and go to sleep." I wasn't satisfied. Besides, the feeling of not ejaculating after being excited for so long was very uncomfortable, so I said, "Mom, I want to hear something." Mom paused for a moment and said, "Hear what?" I said... I wanted to hear my uncle make Mom moan, but Mom hesitated for a moment and said no. I said, "Mom, if you moan, I'll come out faster, it'll be over in a bit." Mom still said no. So I wiggled my butt and rubbed my body against Mom's, trying to persuade her for a long time. When Mom saw that I wasn't satisfied, she finally gave in and said, "Close your eyes." I quickly closed my eyes. Mom said again, "Get up a little, rub your bag." I propped myself up on my arms, lifted my body a little, and sucked on Mom's nipple. Mom moaned softly, "Ouch, ouch." When I heard that, I said, "It's not that." Mom said, "What is it?" I blurted out, "Mom said 'fucking'." Mom paused, sighed, and said, "You little brat, move your butt." I wiggled my butt back and forth and side to side. As I sucked and licked my mother's nipple, I heard her panting and saying, "Fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck me," she kept saying that. After a while, I heard her still saying that, so I said, "Anything else?" My mother slapped my buttocks and said, "I'm touching you, why are you so fussy?" Then I heard my mother yell, "You little bastard, you coward, fuck me to death, fuck my cunt's heart, thrust harder, fuck harder, fuck my cunt raw!" By this time, my penis was already very hard, and I realized that moving my hips back and forth was more comfortable than twisting from side to side. So, amidst my mother's cries of "Fuck her to death, fuck her cunt," I quickly felt like I was going to ejaculate, so I told my mother, "I'm about to come." My mother didn't respond, but yelled, "Fuck me harder, fuck me to death!" My pussy is sore, come out, come out inside my pussy, lick my pussy. I moved my buttocks quickly a few times, then suddenly thrust down hard and stopped. My cock throbbed and I ejaculated. As I ejaculated, I heard my mom yell, "I'm licking my pussy, it's killing me!" My cock throbbed four or five times. My mom felt I had finished and stopped yelling. She said, "Get up and go to sleep now that you're done." I quickly got up, lay down next to my mom, hugged her, and touched her breasts. My mom said, "Go back to your side and sleep." I didn't say anything, just hugged her tightly. When my mom saw that I wasn't leaving, she cursed me as a coward, touched my back (I think it was her vest), wiped my cock, and then reached down to wipe my pussy. She said, "You're not a big man, but you're a big bear." Then she lay down and went to sleep. I don't know what's wrong with me today. Even though I ejaculated and played with my mom for a while, I still can't fall asleep. I guess my mom has something on her mind. Maybe she knows that I know about her and my uncle, or maybe she let me rub my penis against her vagina, or something else. Anyway, she must be feeling very complicated, confused, and conflicted. So she can't fall asleep either.
We lay there like that, neither Mom nor I speaking. My hand was unconsciously stroking Mom's breasts. It felt like a long time had passed, maybe half an hour or so, but I still wasn't sleepy. I felt that Mom wasn't asleep either, so I pinched Mom's nipple and said, "Mom, are you asleep?" Mom said, "What? Why aren't you asleep?" I said, "I can't sleep. Let's talk." Mom said, "What should I say? Go to sleep." I said, "I'm not sleepy at all. I can't sleep." Mom said, "Let's talk for a bit." Mom said, "What should I say? What do you want to say?" I pinched Mom's breast again and said, "Mom, does it feel good when I pinch it like this?" Maybe it was because I touched Mom's breasts and vagina, and my penis was rubbing against Mom's vaginal opening, plus Mom knew that I knew about her and Uncle's affair, so she spoke much bolder, more casually, and more recklessly. Mom said, "Why are you asking this?" I said, "Tell me, Mom, do I pinch your breasts like Dad does?" Mom said, "Go to sleep. What are you talking about? Go to sleep." I stroked Mom's breasts, kneaded her nipples a few times, and said, "Mom, tell me, I just want to know if it feels good when I pinch it like this." Then I kept negotiating and pleading with Mom, teasing her breasts with my hands. Mom probably saw that I really wanted to know, or maybe she thought I was being too clingy, or maybe she saw how pitiful I looked, and she casually said, "It feels good. It feels good when you pinch it, better than when your dad pinches it." That's how Mom started talking. (I'll write the following in dialogue format. I won't describe the part where Mom didn't want to talk about, but I kept pestering her for a long time.)
Mom, does Dad eat your buns? (Actually, I know Dad really likes Mom's buns, but I was just making conversation.)
You little brat, what are you asking?
Do you want some?
Hmm, sometimes I slurp a few.
Mom, do I suckle more or my grandma suckle more?
Your grandma bites better, but you suckle more.
Mom, did I suckle more when I was little?
When you were little, Mom didn't have much milk, so you didn't suckle much.
Whose milk did I drink?
Well, many. Your godmother, your maternal grandmother in the west courtyard, your great-aunt, many more. Back then, you drank from all the milk-producing women in our village, including your eldest sister.
Oh, I also drank my eldest sister's milk?
Yes, I did. When you were a few months old, your eldest sister came to bring mooncakes, and you were fussy and crying, so your eldest sister fed you a few bites.
Oh, Mom, did my grandma suckle your milk? Yes
, she did. She suckled when you had several sisters. When you were born, she probably ate too much chives and didn't have enough milk, so she stopped suckling.
Did I suckle more when my grandma suckled?
Yes, she did.
Was it as good as that? (I was sucking and licking my mother's nipple, talking to her for a short while, when her hand reached under my neck and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her waist, placed my legs between hers, my knees pressing against her vulva. Her legs were pressing against mine, and her other hand was on my back, occasionally patting my buttocks lightly.)
No, my son sucks the best, hiss, be gentle.
Hmm, Mom, is mine as big as yours?
About the same size as yours, maybe a little longer.
Oh, does my big ass really go all the way in?
Hmm, about the same, sometimes it goes all the way in.
Is my big ass good?
Whether it's good or not, I still have to let him fuck me.
Is your uncle's ass good or your big ass?
Your uncle.
Oh, is your uncle's ass bigger than mine?
Hmm, much bigger.
"By the way, Mom, has Dad never fucked here before?" (At this moment, I reached my hand into Mom's butt crack and poked at her anus with my finger. Because I had never seen or heard of Dad fucking Mom's anus, I asked this question.)
"Don't move, I've never fucked here. Your dad doesn't touch here.
" "Oh, Mom, do you prefer fucking with Dad or Uncle?"
"You little brat, I prefer you." "
Where did I fuck?"
"What were you doing just now?"
"It didn't even go in.
" "What difference would it make if it went in ?"
"If it doesn't go in, it doesn't count. How about I fuck it in for a while?" "Get
lost, you can't go in."
"Hehe, I knew it, Mom, tell me the truth, do you prefer fucking with Dad or Uncle?" "
Your uncle."
"Why?"
"For no reason."
"Mom, why?" "
Why, why, your uncle is harder and longer than your older one, and he goes in deeper.
" "Oh, does it hurt when Uncle fucks here?"
The first few times it hurt, but after a few times it stops hurting.
Does it feel good to fuck?
Pretty much.
I saw your uncle fucking you, and you screamed so loudly.
You little brat, how many times did you see that?
I only saw it once, and your uncle fucked you twice.
Yeah, your uncle is young, he gets excited quickly.
I get excited quickly too. (While saying this, he pressed his penis against his mother's lower abdomen; his penis got hard shortly after talking to his mother.)
My son is the best, okay?
Hehe, Mom, when was the first time your uncle fucked you?
Well, the year your fourth sister was born.
Oh, that's been many years.
Well, more than ten years.
Mom, how did you let your uncle fuck you?
(Mom thought for a while, probably reminiscing)
That year you were transferred to J (can't write the real place name, please understand) town. Your fourth sister was a few months old. Your uncle helped with all the chores at home. Once, your uncle came to our house, and I was feeding your sister a steamed bun. Your uncle came in, talking and looking at the bun. After sitting for a while, your uncle said he wanted to touch it. I thought he was just joking, so I said, "Go ahead and touch it." I didn't expect him to actually touch it.
Oh, just touching it.
I pushed his hand away after he touched it a couple of times and told him to leave. I didn't expect him to be so bold. He hugged me and kissed and touched me. I was afraid he would touch your sister, so I said, "Don't mess around." Xiaoyun (fourth sister's name, pseudonym, just a name) fell asleep.
Hmm, Mom, why did your uncle do that while you were holding your sister?
He didn't hold her. He put your sister on the cot (a small bed with a wooden frame and rope in the middle).
Oh, Mom, why did you put your sister down? Did he want to do that? (He reached his hand towards his mother's vulva, his fingers touching the opening.)
No, I was trying to put your sister on the bed and push your uncle out.
Oh, how did your uncle do it?
As soon as I put your sister down, your uncle grabbed me, touching and kissing me. I wasn't as strong as him, and I struggled a few times but couldn't break free.
Oh, and then?
Later, I don't know what got into me, but your uncle grabbed his bag and only then did he realize what was happening. By then it was too late; your uncle had already taken off my clothes.
Oh, all naked?
No, his shirt was up, and his pants were down.
Oh, were you doing it in this room?
No, in the living room.
How did you do it in the living room?
Your uncle held me down and did it from behind.
Oh, was it good?
Yes, it was good.
How long did it last?
Not long.
Where to do it, inside or outside? (Touches Mom's vulva with his finger)
Oh, Mom, did you call out?
No, I wouldn't dare in broad daylight.
Hmm, Uncle teased me once.
Hmm, he pulled up his pants and ran away.
Hehe, Uncle was afraid you'd beat him up.
He was afraid someone would see.
Hmm, when did Uncle tease you again?
He came over as soon as it got dark, I knew it was him as soon as he arrived.
Oh, so Mom let him tease her.
Sigh, I don't know what I was obsessed with, I just let him do whatever he wanted.
Oh, how did he tease you, how many times?
He teased me right here by the bed, three times.
Uncle is so good, Mom, did you enjoy it?
Hmm, I enjoyed it, your uncle's teasing is fierce.
Mom, did you call out?
No, your sister is in the west room, I wouldn't dare.
Oh, did Uncle tease you a lot?
He used to, but less so after you came along.
Oh, right, Mom, is Miss my uncle?
What nonsense! How do you know? Who told you?
Did you hear that from someone who saw my uncle's butt?
Oh, keep it to yourself, don't tell anyone.
Yes, I know, I won't tell anyone.
Yes, my son is so good. (Mom bends down and kisses my cheek) Are you sleepy? Go to sleep.
No, Mom, it's hard. Let's finish before we sleep.
Why are you still doing this? Go to sleep.
Mom, I can't sleep because it's hard. Let's finish before we sleep.
Mom reaches out and touches my penis, saying, "It's so hard."
Yes, let's finish.
Yes, okay, how?
Do it here. (Hand touches Mom's anus).
Mom hums and says, "Hurry up, it's almost dawn, finish and go to sleep quickly."
After saying that, Mom turned over so her back was to me. She held my penis between her buttocks, and I pressed my body against her back. I reached forward and touched her breasts, my penis rubbing against her buttocks. After a while, I felt something was missing, so I said, "Mom, moan, moaning will make you come faster." Mom hummed but didn't say anything. Then I heard Mom moan softly, "Fuck me, fuck my cunt, fucking feels so good, fuck harder, fuck me to death, fuck my cunt's core, my cunt will be fucked raw by you." I listened to Mom's moans, teasing her breasts, my penis rubbing against her buttocks. I don't know if Mom felt good and got excited again, or if my uncle was ejaculating. A little more came out of Mom's vagina. Her vaginal opening and anus were very slippery, and it felt good to have my penis moving around there. After a while, I don't know if it was the angle of my penis or Mom's buttocks that changed, but I felt the head of my penis go inside. It was very tight, like Mom was gripping it tightly. Then I heard Mom say, "Ah!" and "How did you go in? Pull it out!" My penis was feeling good, so how could I pull it out? Instead, I pushed it in harder and said, "Mom, where did it go?" Mom said, "What are you doing? How did you put it in my ass? Pull it out!" I already thought it went into Mom's anus, and when Mom said that, my subconscious... It seemed he had let go of something. Without a word, he pinched and rubbed his mother's nipple, his penis instinctively thrusting in and out of her anus. He heard his mother say, "Oh, I'll make you pull it out, hurry, pull it out, oh, uh-huh." After a few thrusts, he felt his mother's anus was slipperier than before, so he naturally increased the speed of his thrusting. He continued to pinch and rub her nipple, pulling and tugging. His mother kept telling him to pull out, but she didn't move her body away or push him away. After a while, he heard his mother moan softly. Hearing her heavy breathing and moans, his penis involuntarily returned to his mother's anus. I thrust a little too fast, probably for three or four minutes, maybe longer, maybe shorter. Then I heard Mom's voice trembling as she cried out, "Oh my god, you're killing me! My son, you've ruined me! My asshole is rotten!" Hearing Mom cry like that made me even more excited. I took my hands off Mom's breasts and nudged her legs, saying, "Mom, bend your legs a little." Mom didn't say anything, but she bent her legs up. I pulled her legs up and sat up, supporting myself on either side of her body. I looked at her with her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. At that moment, my senses and attention were focused on my penis and Mom's asshole, and I couldn't care less about touching her breasts anymore. This position might have made it easier to exert force, and I felt my penis penetrating deeper into Mom's anus. Mom was moaning and groaning, occasionally hissing as she inhaled. My penis was thrusting in and out of her anus quickly, but not extremely quickly. After a few thrusts, I heard Mom cry out in a low, suppressed voice, "Six, my son, you're killing me! How come your dick is so hard? My anus is pierced! I'm dying! I'm going to die! My son, you're killing me! Oh, Six, faster! Thrust harder! Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm dying! I'm dying! You're killing me!" Mom kept crying out like this, and my penis was... I thrust rapidly in and out of Mom's ass for two or three minutes, or maybe not long, and then I felt like I was going to ejaculate. I said, "Mom, I'm going to come." Mom said, "Come on, come in Mom's ass, hurry up and thrust harder, you're fucking Mom so good, hurry up, thrust faster, harder." I thrust a few times rapidly, forcefully, and deeply inserted my penis into Mom's ass. My whole body tensed up, and my penis swelled and throbbed inside Mom's ass. I ejaculated, I think I ejaculated six or seven times. When I ejaculated, I heard Mom scream, "I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm going to die, you're fucking me to death!" After I ejaculated, I felt a wave of exhaustion, relaxation, and weakness wash over me. I collapsed onto my mother, breathing heavily, my penis emerging from her anus. She rolled over, hugged me, and said, "Liu, you're exhausted, aren't you? Did you enjoy it?" I nodded, panting, and said, "Yes, Mom. Did you enjoy it?" She said, "Yes, more enjoyable than your big ass." I said, "More enjoyable than Uncle's?" I don't know if she meant it or if she was just encouraging me, but she said, "More enjoyable than your uncle's. Yours is harder than his." I said, "Mom, does this count as having sex with you?" She paused, then said, "No, not really." I hummed in agreement and said, "Mom, from now on..." "I'll fuck your asshole too," Mom said. "We'll talk about it later. Go to sleep. It's been a whole night, and it's almost dawn." I grunted and said okay. Maybe because I'd already ejaculated twice, my body was really tired, and I was already feeling sleepy. Mom was probably tired too, so she didn't get anything to wipe herself up. She turned to her side and hugged me as she slept. I fell asleep in her arms for a while. When I woke up, it was almost lunchtime. I didn't know when Mom had gotten up, but she wasn't in bed. I got up and looked at the bed. On the side where Mom was sleeping, there was a hard mark. It must have been the discharge from my uncle's ejaculation last night, along with the mark left by me. After getting up and washing my face, I heard Mom busy in the kitchen, so I went in and saw her cutting meat. I didn't know when she bought it; she probably got up early to go to the market. I walked behind her, hugged her, and asked, "Are you eating today?" Mom said, "We're making dumplings, your favorite." Hearing this, I felt a warm glow inside. I hugged her tighter, maybe too tightly, because she said, "Go away, don't bother me." I chuckled, let go, and reached up to touch her breasts, saying, "Mom, it's getting dark, can I sleep in your room again?" Mom hummed in agreement. "You little brat, you still want to do that?" I squeezed her breasts and said, "Mmm, it's comfortable to sleep with Mom in my arms." Actually, what I really wanted was to fuck Mom's ass. Mom said, "Go wait in the main room, don't bother me, it's almost noon." I squeezed her nipple and went back to the main room. Perhaps it was fate. I was listening to a story on the radio in the main room, thinking about how I would play with Mom that evening, when Dad came in from outside. I don't know if he was worried about my leg or missed Mom, but he suddenly came back like that. As soon as I saw Dad, I felt a strong sense of loss. I knew that sleeping with Mom was over, there was no hope. After lunch, I spent the whole afternoon in my room, listlessly listening to the radio and lost in thought. Dad probably thought I was acting this way because my leg wasn't fully healed and I couldn't go out to play, so he didn't say anything. That night, I hadn't been asleep long when I heard Dad and Mom talking. "You're still angry after all these days? Let's do something about it." My mom said she was annoyed and didn't want to touch me. Dad mumbled something, but Mom just wouldn't agree. I guess she felt bad because she had just had sex with my uncle the night before, and then I had anal sex too. Plus, she figured I definitely wasn't asleep, so she refused Dad's offer to have sex with her vagina. About half an hour, almost an hour later, there was no more noise from that room. I hadn't slept much the night before, and I was tired, so I slowly fell asleep. The next day, Mom and I went back to the city with Dad. From then on, I often tried to get close to Mom, but I never had the chance to sleep with her again, let alone have anal sex with her. I only occasionally sucked, licked, and kneaded her breasts, and that was always under a lot of tension. A few months later, my dad's workplace had a batch of openings, internal recruitment. In those days, getting a government job was a rare opportunity, so I dropped out of school and went straight to work. Because I was a bit young, and there wasn't much work at the workplace, my supervisors usually didn't assign me specific responsibilities; they just asked me to help out when things got busy. So I was quite relaxed. That same year, my family opened a small factory, and I spent most of my time there, which further reduced my chances of having anything going on with my mom. Okay, that's all for now. After saying all this, I guess many people will call me a bastard and shameless, but what I'm trying to say is that my incestuous thoughts didn't come out of nowhere; they were gradually influenced by my parents and uncle from childhood. You could say that my parents and uncle have had a huge and profound influence on my current thoughts and views. Anyway, I don't regret it, but I don't advocate it either, because it's not a normal relationship and is not understood or accepted by the general public. So, if you've seen this and have had similar experiences or thoughts to mine, feel free to read on. If you can't accept or understand it, please don't resort to insults. Consider it a warning, and be mindful of your words and actions to avoid negatively impacting your children. That's all for now. This concludes my story with my mother. It wasn't until many years later that I had a few more things to say about her, which will be another topic for another time.

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