Rural Memories (Incestuous Family)

One night in 1993, something happened that changed my life. My family lived in a small mountain village. My father, mother, brother, and I were a happy family, and we were considered well-off in the village. That day, I had just been admitted to the county's key high school. Everyone in the family was very happy. For people in the mountain village, being admitted to a high school in the city meant success. So my mother cooked a good meal, and my father bought a bottle of liquor. The house was like it was New Year's Day.

At the dinner table, Dad drank a lot and talked a lot. My brother also drank a little with Dad. I wanted to drink some too, out of curiosity, seeing everyone enjoying themselves. But Mom stopped me. Later, Dad said I could drink a little, so I happily picked up my glass and downed it in one gulp. It was so spicy, I felt like my stomach was on fire, but I was really happy, and it made me feel like a real man. When we finished eating and left, Mom had to help Dad back home, and my brother was helped back home by my sister-in-law (in the countryside, everyone lives together). As for me, I didn't drink much, just felt warm all over, but I wasn't dizzy. I went back to my room, didn't even wash my feet, and lay down on the bed. But I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, my whole body filled with excitement. After a while, Mom, probably worried about me, came to check on me. I was lying in bed, lost in thought, when Mom pushed open the door and came in. Seeing that I wasn't asleep, she asked, "Are you alright? I told you not to drink anymore. A little kid like you shouldn't be drinking." I retorted, "What do you mean 'little'? In the old days, 18-year-olds already had children. I'm a man!" Mom laughed, "Do you even know what a man is? You're already calling yourself a man." My mind was still a bit sluggish from drinking, and I really didn't know what a real man was. But I refused to back down and insisted, "I don't care, I am a man!" Mom smiled and said, "Okay, okay, our Chenchen is a real man." Hearing Mom's dismissive tone, I became even angrier.

Seeing my mother sitting on the edge of my bed, wearing only a pair of slightly worn pink briefs and topless, I felt a surge of desire. I thought to myself, "Didn't you say I wasn't a man? I'll do it to you, woman." As the saying goes, alcohol emboldens a man; normally I would never dare to do that. I got up, grabbed my mother's hand, and pulled her down onto me. Holding her half-naked body, I rolled over and pinned her to the bed. My mother was startled and began to struggle slightly. She thought I was just playing around; in those days, only a fool in the countryside would believe in incest, so she didn't struggle very hard. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I forcefully pulled down my mother's panties. My mother began to notice my erratic behavior, grabbing her panties with one hand and pushing against my chest with the other, saying, "Chenchen, what are you doing? Stop it, get off Mommy!" I completely ignored her and continued pulling at her panties. With our desperate struggle, we finally heard a "snap" as my mother's already old panties gloriously fell apart. I then lay on top of her and started taking off my own underwear, tossing it aside and poking around at my mother's genitals. My mother began to struggle violently, gasping for breath... She kept saying, "Chenchen, you've had too much to drink. I'm your mother! Get down, I'm angry!" I retorted, "Didn't you say I wasn't a man? I'll show you what a man I am now!" Then, with one hand on my mother and the other supporting my 18-inch penis, I rubbed it up and down at the entrance of her vagina, searching for the entrance. Finally, with my persistent efforts, I found the entrance. I guided my penis to the position, lowered my waist, and entered a warm place. The moment I entered, my mother's body stiffened, then went limp like a deflated balloon, no longer struggling, just stunned. I took advantage of the moment... At that moment, I deeply inserted my penis into my mother's vagina, then lay on top of her and began thrusting. In my mind, I cried out, "This is what a woman is! It feels so good! I'm finally a man!" Feeling the softness, warmth, and folds of my mother's vagina, I worked even harder. The room echoed with the sounds of "slapping." Perhaps due to the alcohol, my first time lasted a long time, about ten minutes. Later, I experienced a feeling similar to being on drugs, reaching orgasm and experiencing the wonder of a woman. At that moment, in my heart, the woman beneath me wasn't my mother, but simply a woman, someone who could give me such pleasure. The woman who made me a man again—after I ejaculated into her vagina, my mother finally stirred again. She pushed me off her and said, "Get off me, I want to go home." But as soon as she pushed me, I felt my penis harden inside her again. Being young and it was her first time, it's normal for her to recover quickly. Actually, my mother is at an age where she's very sexually active. At 36, she rarely has sex. People in the countryside marry young, and you can't expect the men in the family to have the energy to cultivate my mother's field after they've finished cultivating the fields. Originally, after I slept with my mother to release my pent-up desires… My mother was caught in a limbo, but being a country girl, women don't usually have orgasms; they're mostly just there for men to release their pent-up desires and for childbirth. Feeling me get hard again, she was somewhat expectant, so she half-heartedly let me continue. Actually, she had a "what the heck" mentality; since I'd already done it, doing it again wouldn't hurt. Once you've done it once, doing it again is just natural. So this time, my mother didn't resist, silently enduring the pleasure from the repeated thrusts of her son, while I continued to experience the softness and pleasure of her vagina. My mother's body, and the way her firm breasts rubbed against my chest—although she wasn't particularly beautiful and her skin was a bit dark, she had a curvaceous figure, so she wasn't entirely without merit. In those days in the countryside, a small bottom was a disadvantage when it came to marriage. This time, I lasted even longer, thrusting hard into my mother's buttocks, wanting to tear them apart. My mother was panting heavily, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, her slightly dark face flushed, her eyes filled with desire. As I increased the frequency of my thrusts, my mother's legs tightened, and her waist arched upwards with effort. It made it easier for me to thrust, and then my body stiffened, accompanied by a long groan from my mother. I also felt her vagina contract violently, and the pleasure grew stronger and stronger. Then I ejaculated deep into my mother's vagina again, and then I felt the hot liquid spray onto my glans, giving me a feeling of ascending to heaven. When I came to my senses again, I saw my mother staring blankly at the ceiling, her body still flushed from the orgasm. I rolled over and lay on the bed, and my penis made a "pop" sound when it was pulled out, but my mother didn't move at all. Because I was too tired, I didn't pay attention and fell asleep.

The next day, my mother, who usually gets up early to do housework, woke up early and saw me still asleep because of the previous night's exercise. She was bewildered, then reached out and touched her genitals. The pubic hair there was stuck together with dried fluid, and because of the penetration and impact, the pubic hair around her labia was tightly pressed against her inner thighs, leaving her labia exposed with traces of her intercourse with her son the previous day. My mother was filled with confusion. She didn't know what to do. If others found out, she would be beaten to death. Then she turned to look at her son, who was still fast asleep, feeling helpless. She really didn't know how to face her son and her husband in the future. Although her husband didn't care about her at all now, she still had to be a wife. But what happened with her son shouldn't be considered unfaithful, right? After thinking about it for a while, Mom got up. There was so much work to do, she didn't have time to think about these problems. Besides, a village woman wouldn't be able to come up with any solutions. After getting up, Mom went to cook. Dad and her brother had to do farm work early in the morning, which also helped to avoid arousing Dad's suspicion. While cooking, Mom thought that maybe things would just end like this. Her son was going to study in the city and would rarely come home in the future. Thinking of this, her mind wandered back to the feeling she had last time yesterday. "So comfortable, like ascending to heaven," Mom muttered to herself, her slightly dark face turning rosy again. It wasn't until Dad got up and called her that Mom stopped thinking and quickly started cooking.

I slept really well that night. When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. "Thank goodness it's summer vacation," I muttered to myself. I got out of bed and stretched, feeling discomfort in my penis. Looking down, I saw a layer of dried fluid on it, and my pubic hair was matted together. Then I remembered what I had done the day before. I was a little scared. What would I do when I saw my mother? I was too afraid to leave my room. Then I had to pee, so I gritted my teeth and opened the door. Once outside, I didn't think about anything else and headed straight for the toilet. But what I feared most was exactly what happened. I rushed into the toilet without noticing anyone was inside. I pulled down my underwear... When I needed to pee, I realized Mom had just gotten up to pull up her pants. It was incredibly embarrassing; we both froze. To make matters worse, my eyes kept glancing at her genitals, and I saw her unwashed area. Looking at that clump of pubic hair, my penis started to throb. When Mom saw my erection, she blushed, quickly pulled up her pants, pushed me away, and ran out. I snapped out of it, looking at my erect penis, feeling both amused and exasperated. "I already didn't know how to face Mom, and now this is it," I thought helplessly. Finally, I managed to pee, pulled up my underwear, and went to wash up. And so began my summer vacation—an awkward one. The awkwardness only intensified when it was just Mom and me at home. So, until I went to school in the city, I never touched Mom again, not even a finger.

I tried to comfort myself by thinking that what happened that night was just a spice in life, something to enjoy briefly and not something that could last. But what cat, once it's tasted something, will never forget it? Luckily, I had some self-control and managed to stop thinking about it. But repression always has its limits, and once it does, it's unstoppable.

Time flies, and summer vacation ended in an awkward atmosphere. That day, my mother just helped me pack and didn't say a word to me. It wasn't until the next day, when I was riding in my father's tricycle, that she called out from behind, "Behave yourself in the city, take care of yourself, listen to your teachers, and don't worry your mother." Looking at my mother's red eyes, my throat went dry. I nodded and turned away, afraid I would cry. The mountain village was poor, but it was where I grew up. Now that I was leaving, I realized how reluctant I was to leave, how reluctant I was to leave everything here. Even though I knew I could come back during the holidays, I couldn't stop the sadness.

With these feelings, I entered the legendary city. Gradually, my initial sadness was replaced by curiosity. That's how young people are; everything comes in waves. Coupled with curiosity about the city, it's not surprising that I forgot my sadness. Although it was just a small county town, I was like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, my heart filled with curiosity, excitement, and anticipation. After arriving at school, with the help of the teachers, I settled into my dormitory, paid my tuition, and began my high school life. In my first year, I was curious about everything, tried many things, and made many friends, including trendy female classmates. Of course, I was also influenced by my city friends to watch porn. I still remember how I felt at the time; those films made me blush and even drew laughter from my friends. Later, I argued a few times because I was a man, a pure one, and I had slept with women, while they were all still virgins. Of course, I couldn't tell them that I had slept with my mother. Among my friends are several children of officials. It's said they got into the top high school through connections. One of them was my best friend. Later, I learned that her mother was the vice-chairperson of the county's political consultative conference, and her father, a former anti-corruption bureau chief, had been investigated and punished for corruption and bribery. Now, her mother is the head of the household. At the time, I was incredibly in awe of her. Imagine, a country bumpkin who's never seen the world meeting someone who, in my eyes, is the child of a high-ranking official—how could you not be in awe and try to curry favor? Later, I learned that a vice-chairperson of the political consultative conference is considered a "high-ranking official." How I found out is a long story. It happened in the second semester of my first year of high school. Because this friend wasn't doing well in school, she often asked me questions and copied my homework, and I always obliged. So we were really close. We've always been very close. That was the first time I went to his house. His father wasn't home; apparently, he was out at sea doing business. After he brought me home, he unceremoniously made me do his homework. Under his intimidation, I had no choice but to agree. Then he ran off to play, saying before leaving that his mother was out socializing and wouldn't be home for a while, so I shouldn't worry. Hearing that, I wasn't worried about being mistaken for a thief, so I obediently did my homework. Around 3 pm, I heard the door open. I thought it was my friend coming back, so I didn't pay much attention and continued working. Around 4 pm, I finally finished my homework, stretched, and stretched my neck. Then I remembered, "Didn't he come back? Why didn't he come in? Could he be a thief?" Thinking about this, I got a little scared, but I was still curious about who had come in. So I opened the door and carefully went out.

As soon as I entered the living room, I smelled alcohol. Seeing the open door to the master bedroom, I guessed what was going on. I boldly walked over and pushed open the door to find a middle-aged woman lying on her side on the bed. She was only half-undressed, her bra pulled back, revealing only half of her buttocks. I thought to myself, "This must be that guy's mother. She's drunk so much; I wonder what she looks like." I mustered my courage and walked to the other side for a closer look. And what I saw made my little brother throb! Her bra had been pulled back, revealing her snow-white breasts. I took a deep breath before focusing my attention on her face. She was prettier than my mother. This was the first time I'd ever seen her like this. My first thought upon seeing her face was that although she was older than my mother, she was well-maintained, with fair skin, a few wrinkles around her eyes, small lips, and delicately shaped eyebrows. She was a very refined woman, yet possessed an incredibly mature body. As I looked, my penis became very hard. My eyes then swept to her lower body; her pants were slightly pulled down, revealing her underwear, with a few pubic hairs around the edges. At this point, I couldn't resist any longer. Since sleeping with my mother, I hadn't touched a woman, and now, faced with such temptation, I couldn't resist. At that moment, I didn't even think about what to do when my friend came back. The thought of his mother suddenly waking up filled my mind. I reached out a trembling hand, grabbed her half-pulled pants, and continued her unfinished task. I was quite rough with her, but she didn't wake up, probably because she'd drunk too much. I easily pulled off her pants, and looking at her incredibly alluring body, I eagerly took off my own clothes. Then, naked, with my erect penis, I laid her down, pulled down her underwear, spread her legs, and climbed onto her. Feeling her smooth skin and her fluid body, I breathed heavily... Holding my penis with one hand, I began to try to enter. I first rubbed the head of my penis against her labia vigorously until her breathing became heavy and a few drops of fluid appeared on her labia. Then, I impatiently aimed at her vagina and thrust in hard. I then wrapped her legs around my waist, pulled off her bra, and began to thrust on top of her. She involuntarily tightened her grip on my waist, her hands unconsciously gripping the sheets as she endured my thrusts. I also enjoyed the feeling of her snow-white breasts rubbing against my chest, especially since her skin was so good, her breasts were not small, and her vagina was slippery and tight. These combined sensations created a wonderful feeling. It was so incredibly pleasurable, I almost ejaculated, but thankfully I held back. I desperately wanted that sense of accomplishment from making my mother orgasm, and I wanted the woman beneath me to climax. It would make me feel like a man, and a very strong one at that. So I put in extra effort, and my aunt let out soft moans. Hearing her moans as my penis thrust in and out, like accompaniment, rising and falling with each thrust, I became even more excited. I lifted myself up, watching my penis go in and out of my aunt's vagina, the white foam it brought out, and the sound of the water. My pleasure grew stronger and stronger. I felt a surge of ecstasy. The climax was approaching, so I grabbed her thighs and thrust hard. She arched her back, and just as I was about to ejaculate, her body trembled, and then hot fluid sprayed onto my glans. I couldn't resist the pleasure either, and I pressed hard against her vagina, my semen gushing deep into her uterus. I felt a wave of emptiness, so I lay on top of her to rest and savor the moment. She was breathing heavily, and the room suddenly became quiet. After a while, just as I was about to get up, the woman beneath me suddenly woke up, looked at me calmly, and said, "Had enough? Get off." I hurriedly and clumsily got up, my penis still... The sound made a noise, and hearing it, I felt embarrassed. She laughed when she saw me, saying, "Kids these days are really something! This is practically burglary, isn't it?" I was speechless. She looked at me and asked, "How did you get in?" So I told her everything about how I came to her house and her son. After listening, she told me that it was over, and I could come over again and help her son. I'm not stupid; I immediately understood that she tacitly approved of our relationship and that I could come over often. It sounded unbelievable, but later I heard from other friends that she was actually quite promiscuous. Several high-ranking officials would occasionally climb into her bed, and that's when I realized why she didn't mind. I guess she saw that I was young and wanted to try something new. After all, I'm 180cm tall now, and my body is strong from working on the farm. I have wheat-colored skin and a very masculine appearance. It's not surprising that a woman like her would be interested in me. So, I would often visit my friend's house to play. In order to meet his mother, I would often help him with his homework. The reward, well, was his mother's body. I often comforted myself with this thought. After we had been together for a while, she told me that her name was Sun Meiya. In short, this year was wonderful for me, so wonderful that it felt unreal. Of course, something even more wonderful happened afterward.

Not long after returning home for summer vacation after my first year of high school, my penis, which had been soaked in Aunt Meiya's vagina, was already unbearable. Sometimes I would masturbate, but after a few times I lost interest. It was just too painful without a woman. This summer, my father and brother often went to sell cotton. Actually, it wasn't just our family; everyone in the village was selling cotton, so they were often away from home. This made my restless heart even more agitated. I often thought of Meiya, and then of my mother, and of what happened last year. I couldn't suppress my lust any longer, so I made up my mind to have sex with my mother again. I waited for night to fall, and finally, night fell as I had been expecting. After dinner, I waited in my room for my chance. Around 10 o'clock, I heard my mother calling my sister-in-law to go to sleep. Since my sister-in-law had just given birth four months ago, my mother and sister-in-law were usually together. I slept with my mother, watching her, but that didn't stop my determination to have her. I desperately wanted a woman. After the noise stopped in my mother's room, I quietly got up, still naked, and walked towards her room with my erect penis. When I got to the door, I gently pushed it open. The room was dark. I went in and quietly closed the door. Then, I slowly made my way to the bed, but I was in trouble again. I didn't know which one was my mother. But after a moment's hesitation, I climbed onto the bed (the beds in rural houses are very large, enough for four people). I stopped guessing which one was my mother and just looked at the one on the outside who was closest. So I moved closer to her. I listened to the woman's breathing next to me and reached out to touch her breasts (people in the countryside usually sleep shirtless, wearing only underwear). I pushed the sheet back over, got up, and climbed onto the woman.

As soon as I lay on top of the woman, she woke up. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand and whispered in her ear, "Don't make a sound. It's Chenchen. It's not good to wake everyone up." The woman stiffened when she heard my voice. I didn't care if she made another sound, and released her mouth. Then I started to take off her underwear. Perhaps she really didn't want to wake anyone; she didn't dare move, just remained stiff. Only after I pulled her underwear off did she struggle a little, whispering, "Don't do this. Mom will kill me if she finds out." I recognized my sister-in-law's voice, and I felt a little happy. I could try... So, I whispered in her ear, "In our hometown dialect, there's a saying: 'A sister-in-law's buttocks are half of a brother's,' right? Today, let me use that half." Then I ignored her, spread her legs, and inserted my lower body between her thighs. I guided my penis with one hand and rubbed it up and down against her labia, while kneading her breasts with the other. When her labia started to moisten, I thrust in forcefully. She gasped and then fell silent. I began to thrust, perhaps because I used too much force... The bed was making a squeaking sound, and my sister-in-law got upset. She braced her legs against my waist, preventing me from doing anything more, saying that if she woke up Mom, she wouldn't be able to face anyone. Of course, I wasn't happy about that. What was I supposed to do in this awkward situation? After thinking for a while, I whispered in my sister-in-law's ear, "Hold my waist tight, I'll lift you up, and we'll go to my room." At first, she didn't agree, but seeing that I wasn't going to let her off so easily, she reluctantly agreed. So, I held my sister-in-law like that, my penis still tightly connected to her vagina, opened the door, and then casually closed it behind me. I started having sex with my sister-in-law as we walked. She'd never tried this before; her legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, her vagina contracting tightly, and she was emitting faint moans. We maintained this position until we reached my room, and then I confidently began to cultivate her fertile field. At first, she was a little restrained, but after giving me two orgasms, she willingly rode on top of me, bouncing back and forth. Because I hadn't been with a woman in so long, we ended up going until after 3 a.m., and she, thanks to my new positions and those ecstatic orgasms, fought with me until the very end. When I woke up, it was already noon the next day. My sister-in-law was still asleep on top of me because she was exhausted from the previous day. Looking at her peaceful face, I realized she was quite beautiful, the kind of beauty that grows on you. After looking at her for a while, I checked the time and, seeing it was getting late, shook her awake. She blushed a little when she saw our position and quickly got off me, sitting down beside me. She kept her head down, not daring to look at me, which bothered me. Then I called out, "Alright, why are you looking down? Is your little wife too ashamed to face her husband? Go see if Mom's home. If not, get me something to eat. We spent so much time together yesterday; I need a good nourishing meal." Actually, I used that tone intentionally, to make her feel like we were talking as husband and wife. I wanted her to get used to me. I hadn't been without progress in the year I'd been in the city. Habits are powerful. Once my sister-in-law got used to my tone, used to me being on top of her, used to me bossing her around, then she… Subconsciously, she'll think I'm her man, and that's perfectly reasonable. So I need to get her used to me, not just her, but also my mother, just like Aunt Meiya did for me—indulging me, satisfying my every whim. Once I get used to it, the day I don't see her anymore, the day she doesn't pamper me as much, I'll feel very uncomfortable, very unaccustomed. I need to get them used to me so that when I climb into their bed, they'll spread their legs and open their vaginas, waiting for my entry. Just thinking about that kind of life is wonderful. Watching my sister-in-law's departing figure, I secretly cheered myself on; the future is bright, the future is happy.

Not long after, my father and brother came home, and my rendezvous with my sister-in-law came to an end. During this short period, every night I would half-force my sister-in-law to take me back to her room. Every day I would have sex with her, suckle her breasts, so her resistance weakened each time. Now she basically accepts my advances. After Dad and my brother came back, Mom and my sister-in-law went back to their respective rooms. That night, after dinner, watching my brother walk back into the house with his arm around my sister-in-law's waist, I felt a little sour. It seemed like half a share was meant for my brother, but of course, I only thought about it and went back to my room to do my homework. Because of my recent intimacy with my sister-in-law, I hadn't done my homework. Now it's August, so I need to catch up. Since Dad and my brother came back, I've been doing my homework until after midnight every day. That day, after finishing my homework, I went out for some fresh air and went up to the roof to look at the night sky. I had only looked for a short while… I heard Dad open his bedroom door, and then saw Mom come out. Hmm, it looked like she was going to the bathroom. My heart warmed, so I quietly climbed off the roof and walked to the bathroom door. I heard the sound of water running inside, and then I mustered up my courage and went in. Mom finished urinating and stood up. Just then, she saw me come in and said, "Chenchen, you're still not asleep? Staying up late is bad for your health. Go to sleep after you've finished using the bathroom." She was about to leave when I hugged her and reached out to touch her labia. Mom opened her hand and said, "What are you doing, Chenchen? Don't be silly."

She struggled, but I ignored her and swept her up in my arms, saying, "Come on, let's go to my room, I missed you, Mom." To be honest, I'm getting bolder and bolder these days. By now, I'm almost certain I can get any woman into bed. Hearing this, Mom remembered what she did last summer, and her struggles weakened. She often reminisced about the feeling of orgasm, while Dad only did it occasionally, and each time it was just him releasing his own pent-up desire. Since the cotton trade, he'd basically stopped doing it, so she was also somewhat yearning for it. It wasn't until I put her on my bed that she came to her senses. She looked up and saw me with my erect penis, leaning over her. She tried to struggle, but once I was on top of her, she realized she couldn't break free and stopped resisting. I was excited too. I pulled off her panties, held my penis, and rubbed it against her labia, trying to get her to produce vaginal fluid before we did it. Who knew… As soon as I touched her labia, I felt they were wet and steaming. I guessed what was going on. I positioned my penis at the entrance of her vagina, lowered my hips, and easily penetrated deep inside. Her vagina was slippery, which confirmed my suspicion that my father had probably been there before. But I didn't care. I lifted her up and had her sit on my lap, making it woman-on-top. But she seemed confused and didn't know what to do, so I took the initiative and started thrusting into her. That night, she didn't go home, just like last time. But this time, we did it more, like my first time with my sister-in-law. We did it until 3 a.m. She didn't say a word that night, just silently cooperated and accepted each of my thrusts. From then on, she seemed to accept our relationship, which puzzled me. How could she accept me so easily? I didn't understand this question until I went to university.

After that summer vacation, my mother would come to visit me at school every other week. We would stay in a hotel and have sex. My sister-in-law got pregnant shortly after my brother left. Later, she said it was probably my child, claiming that my brother had only slept with her three times while he was home, and the rest of the time I slept with her when he wasn't. But I was young then and didn't care, and soon forgot about it. During high school, I was constantly caught between Aunt Meiya, my mother, and my sister-in-law. My physical needs were met, and I had no other desires. My studies were also quite good. This continued until I went to university. My father and brother's business was doing very well, and they were away from home even more often. In my first year of university… During my first year of university, Aunt Meiya would often use the excuse of visiting her son to meet me secretly (that guy paid for his own tuition, he's rich!). My mother and sister-in-law would also take turns visiting me. By my second year, I had moved out and rented an apartment, and my mother moved in with me under the pretext of taking care of her son. My mother's arrival started our married life. Although we didn't have sex every night, we would have our wild moments every few days. After all, the two of us who slept in the same bed all day didn't need to do it every day. My sister-in-law would also come to visit me often, saying she was there to see my mother's two grandsons and then ask me to take her sightseeing in the big city. Although we always ended up in hotels, we didn't see many tourist attractions, but we learned all the hotels and hostels. Overall, it was a big... Student life is so wonderful, but of course, there's also some unpleasant news. For example, one night, my lover, Aunt Meiya, suddenly told me she had aborted both of our children. Seeing I didn't say anything, she explained that after we'd been together for a year, she hadn't slept with anyone else, and the children were mine. She also said she couldn't keep the babies because the pressure was too much. Everyone knows her husband couldn't have children anymore, and she works in the public sector, so I shouldn't blame her for not telling me. In the end, I didn't say anything, but I was definitely upset. I think anyone would feel uncomfortable in that situation, but it was just discomfort. After a while, I was still carefree, moving between the three women. Later, shortly after graduating from university, I got married... I got married. My job was found for me through Aunt Meiya's connections. My wife is my sister-in-law's cousin. She graduated from high school but didn't go to university because she couldn't afford it. She's a strong and cheerful girl. By the time I was 28 and my first child was born, my mother had stopped having sex with my sister-in-law, except for the occasional one. My relationship with Aunt Meiya was also intermittent. Now we're more like a long-married couple. We no longer need sex. We cherish our time together and occasionally reminisce about the past through sex. Although I feel guilty towards my wife, I still maintain this illicit relationship without hesitation. I'm used to it and don't want to give it up. I think Aunt Meiya, my mother, and my sister-in-law feel the same way.

One night in 1993, something happened that changed my life. My family lived in a small mountain village. My father, mother, brother, and I were a happy family, and we were considered well-off in the village. That day, I had just been admitted to the county's key high school. Everyone in the family was very happy. For people in the mountain village, being admitted to a high school in the city meant success. So my mother cooked a good meal, and my father bought a bottle of liquor. The house was like it was New Year's Day.

At the dinner table, Dad drank a lot and talked a lot. My brother also drank a little with Dad. I wanted to drink some too, out of curiosity, seeing everyone enjoying themselves. But Mom stopped me. Later, Dad said I could drink a little, so I happily picked up my glass and downed it in one gulp. It was so spicy, I felt like my stomach was on fire, but I was really happy, and it made me feel like a real man. When we finished eating and left, Mom had to help Dad back home, and my brother was helped back home by my sister-in-law (in the countryside, everyone lives together). As for me, I didn't drink much, just felt warm all over, but I wasn't dizzy. I went back to my room, didn't even wash my feet, and lay down on the bed. But I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, my whole body filled with excitement. After a while, Mom, probably worried about me, came to check on me. I was lying in bed, lost in thought, when Mom pushed open the door and came in. Seeing that I wasn't asleep, she asked, "Are you alright? I told you not to drink anymore. A little kid like you shouldn't be drinking." I retorted, "What do you mean 'little'? In the old days, 18-year-olds already had children. I'm a man!" Mom laughed, "Do you even know what a man is? You're already calling yourself a man." My mind was still a bit sluggish from drinking, and I really didn't know what a real man was. But I refused to back down and insisted, "I don't care, I am a man!" Mom smiled and said, "Okay, okay, our Chenchen is a real man." Hearing Mom's dismissive tone, I became even angrier.

Seeing my mother sitting on the edge of my bed, wearing only a pair of slightly worn pink briefs and topless, I felt a surge of desire. I thought to myself, "Didn't you say I wasn't a man? I'll do it to you, woman." As the saying goes, alcohol emboldens a man; normally I would never dare to do that. I got up, grabbed my mother's hand, and pulled her down onto me. Holding her half-naked body, I rolled over and pinned her to the bed. My mother was startled and began to struggle slightly. She thought I was just playing around; in those days, only a fool in the countryside would believe in incest, so she didn't struggle very hard. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I forcefully pulled down my mother's panties. My mother began to notice my erratic behavior, grabbing her panties with one hand and pushing against my chest with the other, saying, "Chenchen, what are you doing? Stop it, get off Mommy!" I completely ignored her and continued pulling at her panties. With our desperate struggle, we finally heard a "snap" as my mother's already old panties gloriously fell apart. I then lay on top of her and started taking off my own underwear, tossing it aside and poking around at my mother's genitals. My mother began to struggle violently, gasping for breath... She kept saying, "Chenchen, you've had too much to drink. I'm your mother! Get down, I'm angry!" I retorted, "Didn't you say I wasn't a man? I'll show you what a man I am now!" Then, with one hand on my mother and the other supporting my 18-inch penis, I rubbed it up and down at the entrance of her vagina, searching for the entrance. Finally, with my persistent efforts, I found the entrance. I guided my penis to the position, lowered my waist, and entered a warm place. The moment I entered, my mother's body stiffened, then went limp like a deflated balloon, no longer struggling, just stunned. I took advantage of the moment... At that moment, I deeply inserted my penis into my mother's vagina, then lay on top of her and began thrusting. In my mind, I cried out, "This is what a woman is! It feels so good! I'm finally a man!" Feeling the softness, warmth, and folds of my mother's vagina, I worked even harder. The room echoed with the sounds of "slapping." Perhaps due to the alcohol, my first time lasted a long time, about ten minutes. Later, I experienced a feeling similar to being on drugs, reaching orgasm and experiencing the wonder of a woman. At that moment, in my heart, the woman beneath me wasn't my mother, but simply a woman, someone who could give me such pleasure. The woman who made me a man again—after I ejaculated into her vagina, my mother finally stirred again. She pushed me off her and said, "Get off me, I want to go home." But as soon as she pushed me, I felt my penis harden inside her again. Being young and it was her first time, it's normal for her to recover quickly. Actually, my mother is at an age where she's very sexually active. At 36, she rarely has sex. People in the countryside marry young, and you can't expect the men in the family to have the energy to cultivate my mother's field after they've finished cultivating the fields. Originally, after I slept with my mother to release my pent-up desires… My mother was caught in a limbo, but being a country girl, women don't usually have orgasms; they're mostly just there for men to release their pent-up desires and for childbirth. Feeling me get hard again, she was somewhat expectant, so she half-heartedly let me continue. Actually, she had a "what the heck" mentality; since I'd already done it, doing it again wouldn't hurt. Once you've done it once, doing it again is just natural. So this time, my mother didn't resist, silently enduring the pleasure from the repeated thrusts of her son, while I continued to experience the softness and pleasure of her vagina. My mother's body, and the way her firm breasts rubbed against my chest—although she wasn't particularly beautiful and her skin was a bit dark, she had a curvaceous figure, so she wasn't entirely without merit. In those days in the countryside, a small bottom was a disadvantage when it came to marriage. This time, I lasted even longer, thrusting hard into my mother's buttocks, wanting to tear them apart. My mother was panting heavily, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, her slightly dark face flushed, her eyes filled with desire. As I increased the frequency of my thrusts, my mother's legs tightened, and her waist arched upwards with effort. It made it easier for me to thrust, and then my body stiffened, accompanied by a long groan from my mother. I also felt her vagina contract violently, and the pleasure grew stronger and stronger. Then I ejaculated deep into my mother's vagina again, and then I felt the hot liquid spray onto my glans, giving me a feeling of ascending to heaven. When I came to my senses again, I saw my mother staring blankly at the ceiling, her body still flushed from the orgasm. I rolled over and lay on the bed, and my penis made a "pop" sound when it was pulled out, but my mother didn't move at all. Because I was too tired, I didn't pay attention and fell asleep.

The next day, my mother, who usually gets up early to do housework, woke up early and saw me still asleep because of the previous night's exercise. She was bewildered, then reached out and touched her genitals. The pubic hair there was stuck together with dried fluid, and because of the penetration and impact, the pubic hair around her labia was tightly pressed against her inner thighs, leaving her labia exposed with traces of her intercourse with her son the previous day. My mother was filled with confusion. She didn't know what to do. If others found out, she would be beaten to death. Then she turned to look at her son, who was still fast asleep, feeling helpless. She really didn't know how to face her son and her husband in the future. Although her husband didn't care about her at all now, she still had to be a wife. But what happened with her son shouldn't be considered unfaithful, right? After thinking about it for a while, Mom got up. There was so much work to do, she didn't have time to think about these problems. Besides, a village woman wouldn't be able to come up with any solutions. After getting up, Mom went to cook. Dad and her brother had to do farm work early in the morning, which also helped to avoid arousing Dad's suspicion. While cooking, Mom thought that maybe things would just end like this. Her son was going to study in the city and would rarely come home in the future. Thinking of this, her mind wandered back to the feeling she had last time yesterday. "So comfortable, like ascending to heaven," Mom muttered to herself, her slightly dark face turning rosy again. It wasn't until Dad got up and called her that Mom stopped thinking and quickly started cooking.

I slept really well that night. When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. "Thank goodness it's summer vacation," I muttered to myself. I got out of bed and stretched, feeling discomfort in my penis. Looking down, I saw a layer of dried fluid on it, and my pubic hair was matted together. Then I remembered what I had done the day before. I was a little scared. What would I do when I saw my mother? I was too afraid to leave my room. Then I had to pee, so I gritted my teeth and opened the door. Once outside, I didn't think about anything else and headed straight for the toilet. But what I feared most was exactly what happened. I rushed into the toilet without noticing anyone was inside. I pulled down my underwear... When I needed to pee, I realized Mom had just gotten up to pull up her pants. It was incredibly embarrassing; we both froze. To make matters worse, my eyes kept glancing at her genitals, and I saw her unwashed area. Looking at that clump of pubic hair, my penis started to throb. When Mom saw my erection, she blushed, quickly pulled up her pants, pushed me away, and ran out. I snapped out of it, looking at my erect penis, feeling both amused and exasperated. "I already didn't know how to face Mom, and now this is it," I thought helplessly. Finally, I managed to pee, pulled up my underwear, and went to wash up. And so began my summer vacation—an awkward one. The awkwardness only intensified when it was just Mom and me at home. So, until I went to school in the city, I never touched Mom again, not even a finger.

I tried to comfort myself by thinking that what happened that night was just a spice in life, something to enjoy briefly and not something that could last. But what cat, once it's tasted something, will never forget it? Luckily, I had some self-control and managed to stop thinking about it. But repression always has its limits, and once it does, it's unstoppable.

Time flies, and summer vacation ended in an awkward atmosphere. That day, my mother just helped me pack and didn't say a word to me. It wasn't until the next day, when I was riding in my father's tricycle, that she called out from behind, "Behave yourself in the city, take care of yourself, listen to your teachers, and don't worry your mother." Looking at my mother's red eyes, my throat went dry. I nodded and turned away, afraid I would cry. The mountain village was poor, but it was where I grew up. Now that I was leaving, I realized how reluctant I was to leave, how reluctant I was to leave everything here. Even though I knew I could come back during the holidays, I couldn't stop the sadness.

With these feelings, I entered the legendary city. Gradually, my initial sadness was replaced by curiosity. That's how young people are; everything comes in waves. Coupled with curiosity about the city, it's not surprising that I forgot my sadness. Although it was just a small county town, I was like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, my heart filled with curiosity, excitement, and anticipation. After arriving at school, with the help of the teachers, I settled into my dormitory, paid my tuition, and began my high school life. In my first year, I was curious about everything, tried many things, and made many friends, including trendy female classmates. Of course, I was also influenced by my city friends to watch porn. I still remember how I felt at the time; those films made me blush and even drew laughter from my friends. Later, I argued a few times because I was a man, a pure one, and I had slept with women, while they were all still virgins. Of course, I couldn't tell them that I had slept with my mother. Among my friends are several children of officials. It's said they got into the top high school through connections. One of them was my best friend. Later, I learned that her mother was the vice-chairperson of the county's political consultative conference, and her father, a former anti-corruption bureau chief, had been investigated and punished for corruption and bribery. Now, her mother is the head of the household. At the time, I was incredibly in awe of her. Imagine, a country bumpkin who's never seen the world meeting someone who, in my eyes, is the child of a high-ranking official—how could you not be in awe and try to curry favor? Later, I learned that a vice-chairperson of the political consultative conference is considered a "high-ranking official." How I found out is a long story. It happened in the second semester of my first year of high school. Because this friend wasn't doing well in school, she often asked me questions and copied my homework, and I always obliged. So we were really close. We've always been very close. That was the first time I went to his house. His father wasn't home; apparently, he was out at sea doing business. After he brought me home, he unceremoniously made me do his homework. Under his intimidation, I had no choice but to agree. Then he ran off to play, saying before leaving that his mother was out socializing and wouldn't be home for a while, so I shouldn't worry. Hearing that, I wasn't worried about being mistaken for a thief, so I obediently did my homework. Around 3 pm, I heard the door open. I thought it was my friend coming back, so I didn't pay much attention and continued working. Around 4 pm, I finally finished my homework, stretched, and stretched my neck. Then I remembered, "Didn't he come back? Why didn't he come in? Could he be a thief?" Thinking about this, I got a little scared, but I was still curious about who had come in. So I opened the door and carefully went out.

As soon as I entered the living room, I smelled alcohol. Seeing the open door to the master bedroom, I guessed what was going on. I boldly walked over and pushed open the door to find a middle-aged woman lying on her side on the bed. She was only half-undressed, her bra pulled back, revealing only half of her buttocks. I thought to myself, "This must be that guy's mother. She's drunk so much; I wonder what she looks like." I mustered my courage and walked to the other side for a closer look. And what I saw made my little brother throb! Her bra had been pulled back, revealing her snow-white breasts. I took a deep breath before focusing my attention on her face. She was prettier than my mother. This was the first time I'd ever seen her like this. My first thought upon seeing her face was that although she was older than my mother, she was well-maintained, with fair skin, a few wrinkles around her eyes, small lips, and delicately shaped eyebrows. She was a very refined woman, yet possessed an incredibly mature body. As I looked, my penis became very hard. My eyes then swept to her lower body; her pants were slightly pulled down, revealing her underwear, with a few pubic hairs around the edges. At this point, I couldn't resist any longer. Since sleeping with my mother, I hadn't touched a woman, and now, faced with such temptation, I couldn't resist. At that moment, I didn't even think about what to do when my friend came back. The thought of his mother suddenly waking up filled my mind. I reached out a trembling hand, grabbed her half-pulled pants, and continued her unfinished task. I was quite rough with her, but she didn't wake up, probably because she'd drunk too much. I easily pulled off her pants, and looking at her incredibly alluring body, I eagerly took off my own clothes. Then, naked, with my erect penis, I laid her down, pulled down her underwear, spread her legs, and climbed onto her. Feeling her smooth skin and her fluid body, I breathed heavily... Holding my penis with one hand, I began to try to enter. I first rubbed the head of my penis against her labia vigorously until her breathing became heavy and a few drops of fluid appeared on her labia. Then, I impatiently aimed at her vagina and thrust in hard. I then wrapped her legs around my waist, pulled off her bra, and began to thrust on top of her. She involuntarily tightened her grip on my waist, her hands unconsciously gripping the sheets as she endured my thrusts. I also enjoyed the feeling of her snow-white breasts rubbing against my chest, especially since her skin was so good, her breasts were not small, and her vagina was slippery and tight. These combined sensations created a wonderful feeling. It was so incredibly pleasurable, I almost ejaculated, but thankfully I held back. I desperately wanted that sense of accomplishment from making my mother orgasm, and I wanted the woman beneath me to climax. It would make me feel like a man, and a very strong one at that. So I put in extra effort, and my aunt let out soft moans. Hearing her moans as my penis thrust in and out, like accompaniment, rising and falling with each thrust, I became even more excited. I lifted myself up, watching my penis go in and out of my aunt's vagina, the white foam it brought out, and the sound of the water. My pleasure grew stronger and stronger. I felt a surge of ecstasy. The climax was approaching, so I grabbed her thighs and thrust hard. She arched her back, and just as I was about to ejaculate, her body trembled, and then hot fluid sprayed onto my glans. I couldn't resist the pleasure either, and I pressed hard against her vagina, my semen gushing deep into her uterus. I felt a wave of emptiness, so I lay on top of her to rest and savor the moment. She was breathing heavily, and the room suddenly became quiet. After a while, just as I was about to get up, the woman beneath me suddenly woke up, looked at me calmly, and said, "Had enough? Get off." I hurriedly and clumsily got up, my penis still... The sound made a noise, and hearing it, I felt embarrassed. She laughed when she saw me, saying, "Kids these days are really something! This is practically burglary, isn't it?" I was speechless. She looked at me and asked, "How did you get in?" So I told her everything about how I came to her house and her son. After listening, she told me that it was over, and I could come over again and help her son. I'm not stupid; I immediately understood that she tacitly approved of our relationship and that I could come over often. It sounded unbelievable, but later I heard from other friends that she was actually quite promiscuous. Several high-ranking officials would occasionally climb into her bed, and that's when I realized why she didn't mind. I guess she saw that I was young and wanted to try something new. After all, I'm 180cm tall now, and my body is strong from working on the farm. I have wheat-colored skin and a very masculine appearance. It's not surprising that a woman like her would be interested in me. So, I would often visit my friend's house to play. In order to meet his mother, I would often help him with his homework. The reward, well, was his mother's body. I often comforted myself with this thought. After we had been together for a while, she told me that her name was Sun Meiya. In short, this year was wonderful for me, so wonderful that it felt unreal. Of course, something even more wonderful happened afterward.

Not long after returning home for summer vacation after my first year of high school, my penis, which had been soaked in Aunt Meiya's vagina, was already unbearable. Sometimes I would masturbate, but after a few times I lost interest. It was just too painful without a woman. This summer, my father and brother often went to sell cotton. Actually, it wasn't just our family; everyone in the village was selling cotton, so they were often away from home. This made my restless heart even more agitated. I often thought of Meiya, and then of my mother, and of what happened last year. I couldn't suppress my lust any longer, so I made up my mind to have sex with my mother again. I waited for night to fall, and finally, night fell as I had been expecting. After dinner, I waited in my room for my chance. Around 10 o'clock, I heard my mother calling my sister-in-law to go to sleep. Since my sister-in-law had just given birth four months ago, my mother and sister-in-law were usually together. I slept with my mother, watching her, but that didn't stop my determination to have her. I desperately wanted a woman. After the noise stopped in my mother's room, I quietly got up, still naked, and walked towards her room with my erect penis. When I got to the door, I gently pushed it open. The room was dark. I went in and quietly closed the door. Then, I slowly made my way to the bed, but I was in trouble again. I didn't know which one was my mother. But after a moment's hesitation, I climbed onto the bed (the beds in rural houses are very large, enough for four people). I stopped guessing which one was my mother and just looked at the one on the outside who was closest. So I moved closer to her. I listened to the woman's breathing next to me and reached out to touch her breasts (people in the countryside usually sleep shirtless, wearing only underwear). I pushed the sheet back over, got up, and climbed onto the woman.

As soon as I lay on top of the woman, she woke up. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand and whispered in her ear, "Don't make a sound. It's Chenchen. It's not good to wake everyone up." The woman stiffened when she heard my voice. I didn't care if she made another sound, and released her mouth. Then I started to take off her underwear. Perhaps she really didn't want to wake anyone; she didn't dare move, just remained stiff. Only after I pulled her underwear off did she struggle a little, whispering, "Don't do this. Mom will kill me if she finds out." I recognized my sister-in-law's voice, and I felt a little happy. I could try... So, I whispered in her ear, "In our hometown dialect, there's a saying: 'A sister-in-law's buttocks are half of a brother's,' right? Today, let me use that half." Then I ignored her, spread her legs, and inserted my lower body between her thighs. I guided my penis with one hand and rubbed it up and down against her labia, while kneading her breasts with the other. When her labia started to moisten, I thrust in forcefully. She gasped and then fell silent. I began to thrust, perhaps because I used too much force... The bed was making a squeaking sound, and my sister-in-law got upset. She braced her legs against my waist, preventing me from doing anything more, saying that if she woke up Mom, she wouldn't be able to face anyone. Of course, I wasn't happy about that. What was I supposed to do in this awkward situation? After thinking for a while, I whispered in my sister-in-law's ear, "Hold my waist tight, I'll lift you up, and we'll go to my room." At first, she didn't agree, but seeing that I wasn't going to let her off so easily, she reluctantly agreed. So, I held my sister-in-law like that, my penis still tightly connected to her vagina, opened the door, and then casually closed it behind me. I started having sex with my sister-in-law as we walked. She'd never tried this before; her legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, her vagina contracting tightly, and she was emitting faint moans. We maintained this position until we reached my room, and then I confidently began to cultivate her fertile field. At first, she was a little restrained, but after giving me two orgasms, she willingly rode on top of me, bouncing back and forth. Because I hadn't been with a woman in so long, we ended up going until after 3 a.m., and she, thanks to my new positions and those ecstatic orgasms, fought with me until the very end. When I woke up, it was already noon the next day. My sister-in-law was still asleep on top of me because she was exhausted from the previous day. Looking at her peaceful face, I realized she was quite beautiful, the kind of beauty that grows on you. After looking at her for a while, I checked the time and, seeing it was getting late, shook her awake. She blushed a little when she saw our position and quickly got off me, sitting down beside me. She kept her head down, not daring to look at me, which bothered me. Then I called out, "Alright, why are you looking down? Is your little wife too ashamed to face her husband? Go see if Mom's home. If not, get me something to eat. We spent so much time together yesterday; I need a good nourishing meal." Actually, I used that tone intentionally, to make her feel like we were talking as husband and wife. I wanted her to get used to me. I hadn't been without progress in the year I'd been in the city. Habits are powerful. Once my sister-in-law got used to my tone, used to me being on top of her, used to me bossing her around, then she… Subconsciously, she'll think I'm her man, and that's perfectly reasonable. So I need to get her used to me, not just her, but also my mother, just like Aunt Meiya did for me—indulging me, satisfying my every whim. Once I get used to it, the day I don't see her anymore, the day she doesn't pamper me as much, I'll feel very uncomfortable, very unaccustomed. I need to get them used to me so that when I climb into their bed, they'll spread their legs and open their vaginas, waiting for my entry. Just thinking about that kind of life is wonderful. Watching my sister-in-law's departing figure, I secretly cheered myself on; the future is bright, the future is happy.

Not long after, my father and brother came home, and my rendezvous with my sister-in-law came to an end. During this short period, every night I would half-force my sister-in-law to take me back to her room. Every day I would have sex with her, suckle her breasts, so her resistance weakened each time. Now she basically accepts my advances. After Dad and my brother came back, Mom and my sister-in-law went back to their respective rooms. That night, after dinner, watching my brother walk back into the house with his arm around my sister-in-law's waist, I felt a little sour. It seemed like half a share was meant for my brother, but of course, I only thought about it and went back to my room to do my homework. Because of my recent intimacy with my sister-in-law, I hadn't done my homework. Now it's August, so I need to catch up. Since Dad and my brother came back, I've been doing my homework until after midnight every day. That day, after finishing my homework, I went out for some fresh air and went up to the roof to look at the night sky. I had only looked for a short while… I heard Dad open his bedroom door, and then saw Mom come out. Hmm, it looked like she was going to the bathroom. My heart warmed, so I quietly climbed off the roof and walked to the bathroom door. I heard the sound of water running inside, and then I mustered up my courage and went in. Mom finished urinating and stood up. Just then, she saw me come in and said, "Chenchen, you're still not asleep? Staying up late is bad for your health. Go to sleep after you've finished using the bathroom." She was about to leave when I hugged her and reached out to touch her labia. Mom opened her hand and said, "What are you doing, Chenchen? Don't be silly."

She struggled, but I ignored her and swept her up in my arms, saying, "Come on, let's go to my room, I missed you, Mom." To be honest, I'm getting bolder and bolder these days. By now, I'm almost certain I can get any woman into bed. Hearing this, Mom remembered what she did last summer, and her struggles weakened. She often reminisced about the feeling of orgasm, while Dad only did it occasionally, and each time it was just him releasing his own pent-up desire. Since the cotton trade, he'd basically stopped doing it, so she was also somewhat yearning for it. It wasn't until I put her on my bed that she came to her senses. She looked up and saw me with my erect penis, leaning over her. She tried to struggle, but once I was on top of her, she realized she couldn't break free and stopped resisting. I was excited too. I pulled off her panties, held my penis, and rubbed it against her labia, trying to get her to produce vaginal fluid before we did it. Who knew… As soon as I touched her labia, I felt they were wet and steaming. I guessed what was going on. I positioned my penis at the entrance of her vagina, lowered my hips, and easily penetrated deep inside. Her vagina was slippery, which confirmed my suspicion that my father had probably been there before. But I didn't care. I lifted her up and had her sit on my lap, making it woman-on-top. But she seemed confused and didn't know what to do, so I took the initiative and started thrusting into her. That night, she didn't go home, just like last time. But this time, we did it more, like my first time with my sister-in-law. We did it until 3 a.m. She didn't say a word that night, just silently cooperated and accepted each of my thrusts. From then on, she seemed to accept our relationship, which puzzled me. How could she accept me so easily? I didn't understand this question until I went to university.

After that summer vacation, my mother would come to visit me at school every other week. We would stay in a hotel and have sex. My sister-in-law got pregnant shortly after my brother left. Later, she said it was probably my child, claiming that my brother had only slept with her three times while he was home, and the rest of the time I slept with her when he wasn't. But I was young then and didn't care, and soon forgot about it. During high school, I was constantly caught between Aunt Meiya, my mother, and my sister-in-law. My physical needs were met, and I had no other desires. My studies were also quite good. This continued until I went to university. My father and brother's business was doing very well, and they were away from home even more often. In my first year of university… During my first year of university, Aunt Meiya would often use the excuse of visiting her son to meet me secretly (that guy paid for his own tuition, he's rich!). My mother and sister-in-law would also take turns visiting me. By my second year, I had moved out and rented an apartment, and my mother moved in with me under the pretext of taking care of her son. My mother's arrival started our married life. Although we didn't have sex every night, we would have our wild moments every few days. After all, the two of us who slept in the same bed all day didn't need to do it every day. My sister-in-law would also come to visit me often, saying she was there to see my mother's two grandsons and then ask me to take her sightseeing in the big city. Although we always ended up in hotels, we didn't see many tourist attractions, but we learned all the hotels and hostels. Overall, it was a big... Student life is so wonderful, but of course, there's also some unpleasant news. For example, one night, my lover, Aunt Meiya, suddenly told me she had aborted both of our children. Seeing I didn't say anything, she explained that after we'd been together for a year, she hadn't slept with anyone else, and the children were mine. She also said she couldn't keep the babies because the pressure was too much. Everyone knows her husband couldn't have children anymore, and she works in the public sector, so I shouldn't blame her for not telling me. In the end, I didn't say anything, but I was definitely upset. I think anyone would feel uncomfortable in that situation, but it was just discomfort. After a while, I was still carefree, moving between the three women. Later, shortly after graduating from university, I got married... I got married. My job was found for me through Aunt Meiya's connections. My wife is my sister-in-law's cousin. She graduated from high school but didn't go to university because she couldn't afford it. She's a strong and cheerful girl. By the time I was 28 and my first child was born, my mother had stopped having sex with my sister-in-law, except for the occasional one. My relationship with Aunt Meiya was also intermittent. Now we're more like a long-married couple. We no longer need sex. We cherish our time together and occasionally reminisce about the past through sex. Although I feel guilty towards my wife, I still maintain this illicit relationship without hesitation. I'm used to it and don't want to give it up. I think Aunt Meiya, my mother, and my sister-in-law feel the same way.

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