Incest in the Mountain Village

In that turbulent era, I was born in a remote mountain village, nestled among the mountains. There was only one family every few miles, and the poverty was indescribable. So, the people there had only one kind of nightlife: sex. My story with my mother unfolded in this environment.

When I was ten, my father ingested pesticide one afternoon. He died before he could be taken to the hospital.

I was too young to understand then. I only knew that he and my mother had argued that night, and my mother had slapped him. My father was an honest and simple man. And so he went down a path of no return. From then on, my mother began her sexless life. Actually, my mother was a woman with a very strong sex drive. She was only thirty-two years old that year. Later, when I was a little older, I

realized that my mother and father's arguments were because their sex life was unsatisfactory. My mother was very strong and tall, with enormous breasts and a round bottom. Due to long hours of labor, her waist was also quite thick, though without any excess fat.

My father, on the other hand, was short and not in good health, so he couldn't satisfy my mother's sexual desires. My mother often scolded him for being useless.

In desperation, my father passed away. Actually, my mother had also drained my father's body. I was the only child in the family. I slept with them. I often heard my mother say to my father, "Fuck me." It seemed like it happened every night. Sometimes my father would say, "No, maybe tomorrow." My mother would be very unhappy. Sometimes I saw my mother naked, rubbing against my father. My father wouldn't move. My mother would then spank my father's bottom, saying, "You're so useless." If you won't do it, I'll let someone else do it.

Once, when I was about five years old, I went to the mountains to find wild fruit. I faintly heard what sounded like my mother's moans. I went closer and saw my mother lying on the ground, a man forcefully inserting his penis into her vagina. The man seemed to have a grudge against my mother, recklessly pressing down on her. My mother seemed to be moaning in pain.

Her breasts were exposed. She was covered in mud, and her buttocks were heaving, as if trying to resist.

I rushed over and shouted, "Don't bully my mother!" The man was startled and quickly got off my mother.

I rushed to help my mother, but she said, "Go away, go away, Uncle is just helping me relieve my itch." I said, "Where does it itch? I'll help you." But my mother pushed me away and said, "Why are you running around? Go home." I went home feeling wronged. But that never happened again. Because there are few people around here. That person was a hunter from out of town. But my parents argued more often. Most of the time it was at night, and after each argument, my mother would put my hand on her breast to sleep. Finally, after one argument, my father left.

After my father left, I hated my mother. I felt that my mother had killed my father. I hated my mother even more, thinking that all these troubles were because of her itching there. I thought that when I grew up, I would find something to relieve that itching. For more than a year, I didn't smile at my mother. My mother didn't smile either. She was just busy all day long. But one day, I saw my mother smile. That was once. A distant cousin, living more than ten miles from my house, came to visit. My mother warmly invited him to stay, saying the mountain road was long and it was a rare opportunity for him to come. She urged him to stay. The cousin didn't refuse much and settled in. I was eleven years old that year, and I didn't know anything about sex. But that night, I heard my mother calling out loudly, "So good.

Harder, so good." Then there was a sound like a loach burrowing into a hole. This sound came several times that night.

Finally, my mother cried out "Ah!" and then there was silence. That night seemed very, very long to me.

The next day, my mother's face was radiant, and she smiled happily. When the cousin left, my mother saw him off for a very, very long time. But in the following days, my mother's smile disappeared. But soon after, the cousin came again, this time in the morning.

As soon as my cousin arrived, my mother took him into her room. The door wasn't even properly closed. I heard my mother say, "Hurry up, I've missed you so much!" Peeking through the crack in the door, I saw that my mother was already naked. That was the first time I'd seen my mother naked. Her breasts were large and round, white, and her buttocks were large, like a millstone from the countryside. But my cousin didn't seem to be in a hurry. He kept touching my mother's private parts and kissing her large breasts. My mother frantically helped my cousin undress, shouting, "Come on, hurry!"

But my cousin wouldn't move. Later, my mother shouted loudly, "Hurry up and do it to me! Do it to me!" Only then did my cousin put my mother on the bed

and insert his penis into her body. My mother cried out, "So good! Harder! Harder!" and kept twisting her buttocks,

thrusting upwards from time to time. Her breasts trembled incessantly. My cousin squeezed my mother's large breasts and rubbed them vigorously.

He forcefully pushed his penis into his mother's vagina. Actually, his health wasn't good either. He stopped after a short while and lay on top of his mother. His mother moved her buttocks and said, "One more time. One more time." But his uncle didn't move. His mother seemed disappointed, but also smiled contentedly. I remember that the dish that day was meat, something we rarely ate. His uncle left without staying overnight that time. This time, his mother didn't see him off as far. When she said she would come next time, she wasn't as affectionate.

His uncle didn't come again for a long time. Life went on as usual. The nights in the mountain village were dark and long. Even though I was thirteen, I still slept with my mother at night, and she always let me touch her breasts while I slept. My house was halfway up the mountain. There were no other houses for miles around. Very few people came and went. One day, a matchmaker came. I urged my mother to remarry. She went to see him and brought him home. That night, she took the initiative to get him into bed.

The man touched her large breasts and said, "They're so big." That night, my mother told me to go to sleep early, but I pretended to be asleep

and watched. My mother took off her own clothes and then the man's. The man was also well-endowed, with a large penis.

After penetrating my mother's vagina, she writhed with pleasure. I saw a lot of fluid coming out of her vagina.

Her huge breasts swayed, and her buttocks thrust. I remember we had sex about five times that night. Finally, the man stopped moving.

From then on, that man moved in. They had sex almost every night. In the countryside back then, there was no electricity, so this was the only form of entertainment. But it didn't last long. A few months later, the man fell ill. His health deteriorated rapidly.

However, he continued having sex because his mother's health was improving. Not long after, the man died.

The following year, a man from out of town came to the mountains, claiming to be looking for medicinal herbs. He was actually a wanted criminal. He stayed at our house that night. He was very handsome, but he was injured. He felt unable to keep up with his mother's nightly sexual needs. Perhaps frightened, he fell down the mountain when some outsiders were hunting a wild boar and yelled, "Don't let it get away!" He never got up again and died soon after.

From then on, no one tried to arrange a marriage for his mother. But she still had a lover, a young man from the foot of the mountain. He was only twenty years old. Because his family was poor, they couldn't afford women. His mother and the young man's first time was at home. The young man had gone up the mountain to chop firewood and came to their house to ask for water. It was a hot day. When he arrived, his mother was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Her round buttocks and large breasts stunned the naive young man. His mother deliberately exposed half of her breast. The young man was speechless for a while. His mother took the opportunity to call him into the room, took off his clothes,

and then took off her own clothes, exposing her breasts and vulva. The young man swallowed hard, and his penis immediately became erect.

But it was his first time, and he didn't know what to do. His mother guided his penis into her vulva and thrust her large buttocks forward. The young man was inexperienced. As soon as he touched his mother's wetness, he ejaculated in just a few thrusts. But soon, the young man's penis hardened again. He thrust into my mother's plump vagina. My mother arched her back to meet his thrusts. The young man was also strong and muscular. Soon, he had my mother ravished, her body dazed and confused, her juices flowing freely. I was peeking through the crack in the door when

my mother noticed me. I had to flee in a panic. From then on, my mother no longer made love to him at home.

But every day when she returned from chopping wood, she was covered in a mess, sometimes with mud on her clothes. That was from their trysts in the mountains. Once, dozens of men went hunting together. But my mother was having sex on the mountain. When the men heard the noise and surrounded her...

My mother was still moaning, her large buttocks sticking out. She cried out, "Fuck me harder, push it in deeper!" Her large breasts were bouncing around. When she saw so many people, she ran home without putting on her clothes. Seeing my mother naked as she went home, I thought there were bad people. So I took a machete and stood guard at the door, but no one came.

But soon, news of how large my mother's breasts were, how plump her back was, and how round her buttocks were spread far and wide.

Everyone knew about her affair with that young man. In those days, more hunters came, specifically to have sex with my mother's plump buttocks. Several strong men had sex with her. But soon, no one came anymore. This was because one time, when she and that young man were having sex in the mountains, my mother was on top of him. A snake bit the young man's back, and he died soon after. From then on, no one went hunting anymore. Everyone said a mother was a man's nemesis. Her vulva was poisonous. Those who had been with their mothers lived in constant fear. And indeed, one was killed by his own men during a hunt. After that, no one cared anymore. Only one man was fearless: sixty-year-old Old Wang. He came to see his mother one night; Old Wang had chosen his time carefully. His mother hadn't had sex for two months. Her back was itchy; otherwise, she wouldn't have been attracted to Old Wang. Old Wang had lived a solitary life, and even in his old age, he had only had sex a few dozen times, all in his youth, given to him by middle-aged women. But Old Wang was in good health. This time, I came to see my mother because I'd rather die than suffer a fate worse than death. That night, my mother let Old Wang's old penis penetrate her. Old Wang had never seen such large breasts, such round buttocks, such a plump vulva.

As he fucked her, he said, "It's worth dying for, it's worth dying for." He wished he could insert his whole body into her. My mother moaned wildly. Old Wang really gave it his all. That night, he fucked her three or four times until he was completely exhausted. He lay motionless on the bed. The next morning, Old Wang staggered down the mountain. He said he was sick. He died within two days. From then on, no one dared to fuck my mother's vulva again. That year, my mother was thirty-six years old. I was fourteen. I still slept with my mother. But I still hated my mother, even though she was very good to me. But sometimes at night I heard her moaning as she touched her vulva. I felt sorry for her. Time passed like this. My mother didn't look for another man, and no man looked for her. I was sixteen years old. I had grown into a tall teenager. My affair with my mother began then. One afternoon, my mother accidentally fell down the mountain while chopping wood. She fell hard, and when I carried her home, she could barely move her limbs. I had to help her take off her clothes and apply medicine. When her breasts were exposed,

my mother seemed a little embarrassed, but because of her injuries, she couldn't care less. I applied herbal medicine to my mother's upper body.

But I was still a little embarrassed to touch her lower body. My mother's buttocks were badly injured, and her thighs were also bruised.

I had to take her off completely to apply medicine. My mother seemed to sense my embarrassment and said, "Just take them off. You're my son. It's okay." So

I took off my mother's shorts. At that moment, my mother's private parts were exposed before my eyes. This was the first time I had ever seen a woman's private parts. My mother was thirty-eight years old that year. Her pubic hair was thick. I couldn't see her vulva. My penis immediately became erect.

I hurriedly applied medicine to my mother's vagina. When I touched my mother's thigh, my mother groaned. It seemed like she was enjoying it. I touched it a few more times. My mother said, "Don't touch me. It's itchy." I turned my mother over and applied medicine to her buttocks. I gently touched her big buttocks. My mother groaned softly. She seemed very intoxicated.

It was June. Although it was a mountain area, the weather was still very hot. After applying the medicine... My mother asked me to call my aunt to take care of her. I was very reluctant to go, but I had no choice. So I went to the outskirts of the mountain and called my aunt. My aunt stayed for a few days. Seeing that my mother's illness wouldn't get better in just a few days, she was very anxious, as there were many things to do at home. Two days later, my uncle came.

He said that no one was feeding the piglets at home. He looked very unwell. My mother had no choice but to tell my aunt: "Go back. I'll be fine. Your son can take care of me." At that time, my mother couldn't move yet. But seeing my uncle's face, my aunt had no choice but to go back.

That night, I started to bathe my mother. It was also the first time I truly saw a woman's genitals. I gently washed my mother with a towel. When I washed her breasts, my mother couldn't help but groan. But my mother seemed to realize it immediately. She said, "My hand hurts." I didn't say anything. When I got to her genitals, she insisted on doing it herself. She tried

to lift her hand several times, but couldn't, so she had to put it down. I said to her, "Let me do it."

She didn't say anything, so I started washing her. I heard her groan several times and twist her hips.

Her vaginal fluid flowed out. Her genitals were plump and felt very comfortable to touch. But after a while, she said, "Hurry up,"

as if she was a little angry. I quickly washed other areas.

For over a month, I bathed my mother every day. Each time, I would touch her breasts and genitals. But my mother never groaned again. She just couldn't help but twist her hips sometimes, and the fluid would still flow every time. Other mothers could endure it,

but this physiological discomfort was unbearable. Every time, she would say, "Hurry up." I had no choice but to move away. About a month and a half later, my mother slowly recovered.

One evening, she said to me, "I'll take a bath by myself today. Can you pour me some water?" Actually, my mother wasn't completely recovered. Perhaps she was still embarrassed. That night, after I poured the water, my mother said, "Go outside."

It was as if I had never seen her body. It was as if I had never helped her bathe. I had no choice but to go outside.

But by then, I couldn't leave my mother's naked body. I hid by the door, peeking. My mother slowly wiped her body herself. When she wiped her genitals, she didn't ask for a towel. She touched herself there, moaning softly. My mother had endured for so long. Gradually, her moans grew louder. I pretended to be oblivious and rushed in, saying, "Mom, are you alright?" "Where does it hurt?" My mother was naked, her vulva wide open. Seeing me enter, she panicked.

She hurriedly pointed to her thigh, saying, "It hurts here." I pretended to be mute, saying, "Let me see." My mother quickly said, "No, no, it's fine now." But I didn't let the opportunity pass. My hand reached her thigh and touched her vulva, gently caressing it. My mother, already wet, couldn't hold back any longer.

She kept saying, "No. No." I knew that if I didn't act now, I wouldn't have another chance. I boldly touched her vulva with my entire hand and touched her breast with one hand. But my mother forcefully pulled my hand away. I quickly put her on the bed, pulled out my large penis, and inserted it into my mother's vagina. My mother kept saying, "No, no." We are mother and son; this is incest. But in an instant, my huge penis was already inside. I saw my mother tremble slightly, as if nothing had happened. Driven by impulse, I didn't care about anything else. I just forcefully thrust my penis into my mother's vagina. Although my mother didn't move, her fluids flowed more and more, making a sound like a loach entering its hole. Seeing that my mother wasn't moving, I didn't know what she was thinking. I thought she must be angry. But then I thought, I'm already inside. I'll finish first and worry about the rest later. The less she moved, the harder I thrust. My huge penis slammed violently into her vagina. Her two large breasts shook violently from the impact. After a while, I felt my mother's buttocks move slightly, as if she was arching upwards. My penis became even harder, desperately trying to penetrate my mother's vagina. At that moment, my mother's juices seemed to be flowing. Her buttocks arched several times. Her breasts also seemed to have grown larger. I wanted to last longer, but since it was my first time, I couldn't control myself. I ejaculated immediately.

Afterwards, my mother didn't move. It seemed like tears were flowing. I was very sad. I lay quietly without moving.

About twenty minutes later, my mother saw that I wasn't moving, so she hugged me and said, "My child, it's over now, don't worry about it." She said this while crying. She said, "We are unfortunate people." I buried my head between my mother's breasts and said, "Mother, I'm sorry." My mother said, "It's alright, it's alright. As long as you're okay." Touching my mother's large breasts,

my penis became erect again. I gently bit my mother's nipple and said, "I want to nurse." My mother said, "Go ahead and nurse." I gently bit down and touched my mother's vulva. Her vulva was still wet. Just one touch...

Her vulva opened wide. I gently touched her buttocks, kissed her breasts, then her face, and finally her mouth. I then inserted my fingers into her vagina. This time, my mother didn't resist. Instead, she twisted her large buttocks, moaning softly,

and used her hand to guide my penis into her vagina. She then said, "This can only be once. No more."

I quickly said, "Okay, okay," and forcefully inserted my penis into her vagina, while rubbing her breasts. I wanted to bring my mother to orgasm. This time, my mother also got into it. She thrust her buttocks forcefully and moaned continuously. Seeing how comfortable my mother looked, my penis grew larger and larger. But at that time, I didn't know any sexual positions. My mother didn't know either. She only knew man on top. But my mother's cooperation was excellent. Although she was thirty-eight years old, because she hadn't had sex for the past two years, her vagina was still quite tight and very wet. Because of long hours of labor, she was very strong. Her buttocks were raised, making the impact of her penis and vagina very effective.

Sometimes I wouldn't move, and she would also raise her buttocks. Seeing my mother's joyful expression, my guilt disappeared.

I thrust my penis forcefully into my mother's vagina. My mother thrust even more eagerly, desperately holding my buttocks and pressing them against her side. The water from my back soaked a large patch of the bed. Her moans grew louder and louder. Her breasts trembled like sieves. Her buttocks twisted like a millstone. First came moans, then shouts: "Harder! Harder!" Finally, she shouted once more and then became unresponsive. I knew my mother had reached orgasm. I thrust forcefully over a hundred more times, finally ejaculating beside her. I collapsed and fell asleep. I don't know how much time passed. I woke up. I saw my mother limping as she prepared food in the kitchen. I was already dressed. I wondered if I had been dreaming last night. I touched my genitals; there was still semen on them. I touched the blanket; my mother's vaginal fluid hadn't dried yet. I realized it was real. But my mother acted as if nothing had happened. She called me to eat breakfast as usual. When I got up, I looked at my mother's face; there was no change.

My mother was really good at pretending.

After that, I didn't see my mother for over a month. Several times I tried to touch her, but she dodged. Until one time I saw her masturbating, I had sex with her again. After that, we would have sex about every two or three days.

Each time, I would make my mother reach orgasm. My mother was at the age where she was very sexually active. But she always said we should do it less.

I was at the age of puberty. But we still slept together at night. Every night I would put my hand next to her as I slept. She got used to it. Without my hand there, she didn't seem to sleep as well. During this time, that distant cousin came to visit once. But my mother refused him. He left without even eating lunch. This went on for three years. I turned nineteen. Through an introduction, I left my mother to work in the city. It was the kind of hard labor.

Although my mother was reluctant to let me go, she had no choice but to make me work. Our family was just too poor. In the city,

we migrant workers were the most pitiful. Our wages were pitifully low. Life was hard, and sex was even harder. Some of them got involved with pornography. It was the first time I had ever seen pornography. The number of sexual positions was astonishing. The erection lingered for a long time afterward.

Two months later, I received my monthly salary. An older migrant worker invited me out, and I went with him. It turned out we were looking for prostitutes. We found two in a small street, both over forty years old. The price was very low,

ten yuan per session. Seeing their age, I wanted to leave. The woman, seeing I was leaving, said, "Young man, come on, come on. It's free." The older migrant worker also pulled me along. I thought I'd just have to go along with it. That day, the middle-aged woman tried every position imaginable. She even wanted me to lick her side, saying she'd give me twenty. For the money, I licked her until she was dripping wet. The woman had a large buttocks, but they were loose, and her breasts were also large but loose. Compared to my mother's buttocks and breasts, they were far inferior. I hadn't had sex for over two months. My penis immediately became erect. The woman even gave it oral sex for a long time, making it even harder. After inserting it into her vagina, I felt empty, without the feeling of having sex with my mother. Perhaps this woman had used her vagina too much. But when I thought of my mother's enormous breasts,

I felt like I was having sex with her. I thrust hard. The woman was also engaged, moaning incessantly and shouting that she was going to die. I thrust hard too, changing positions with the woman. Finally, the woman went limp and

fell silent. I could only give her a final, frantic thrusting and ejaculate inside her. When I left, the woman gave me twenty yuan

and told me to come often. I went several times afterward, since it was free. This made the old migrant worker extremely envious.

During the Spring Festival, I went home. Seeing me return, my mother rushed over and hugged me. Without saying a word, I picked her up and threw her onto the bed. In a few quick movements, I stripped her clothes off. When I looked, her vagina was already overflowing with vaginal fluid. But I wasn't impatient. Instead, I squeezed her large breasts and rubbed them vigorously. Then I kissed her vulva and licked her clitoris. No one had ever kissed my mother's vulva before. Just one touch, and her vaginal fluid sprayed onto my face. Her body writhed incessantly. A few minutes later, there was no sound. I could only feel the vaginal fluid flowing continuously. Her already large breasts seemed about to burst. I gently inserted my penis into her vagina. Only then did I come to my senses. I launched a fierce attack, as if trying to penetrate her completely.

My mother moaned softly, saying she was going to die. I slowed down. I had my mother sit on me and thrust. I kept slapping her fat buttocks. Her juices flowed onto me. I kept changing positions,

thrusting into her until she was almost in agony. Later, I had her lie face down on the bed. I entered her from behind and thrust wildly. She didn't react at all.

After she regained her senses, I thrust hard again. Finally, she fainted for several minutes. I grabbed her big buttocks and thrust hard for a while, ejaculating into her uterus. That day, we did it six times. We didn't get up until 10 a.m. the next day

. When I got up, my mother touched my head. I got aroused and had another big fucking. My mother kept saying no, no,

but her juices flowed again. After we fucked her, my mother walked unsteadily for several days. When I asked, I found out that Jing had swollen from all the fucking.

After the New Year, I went back to the city to work. The night before I left, we had sex six more times. I fucked my mother until she was completely wet. Her back was dry. When I left, she, who was supposed to see me off, couldn't get up because of a sore spot. She couldn't walk. But that departure meant I didn't go home for six years. I earned a lot of money working away from home and found a girlfriend. When I went back, I brought my girlfriend with me. My mother seemed very happy. That night,

I fucked my wife until she screamed. My mother next door kept turning around with the lewd sounds. I knew my mother couldn't take it, but I couldn't go to her. Until midnight, when my wife was asleep, I secretly went to my mother's room.

My mother was asleep, but her body was naked, and her vagina was still wet. I immediately thrust my penis into her vagina. My mother was awake by then, but she didn't make a sound, afraid that the woman next door would hear. Although my mother was forty-eight, she

was still strong due to years of hard work, though she had gained some weight and her buttocks were larger. Since she hadn't been fucked for six years, my penis was still very tight and very wet. But there was someone next door. She didn't make a sound, but simply thrust her plump buttocks towards my penis. That night, I used all my strength to fuck my mother until her juices flowed all over the bed.

Not long after, I was getting married. On my wedding day, I also asked someone to find my mother a strong man in his thirties. Because I had some money, the bachelor was happy to agree. My mother was also quite satisfied. They got married on the same day as us. That night, while I was fucking my wife until she screamed, my mother was also moaning incessantly. My wife had a big ass, a thick back, and enormous breasts, much like my mother. Her back was tighter than my mother's. I was much more wanton when I fucked her than my mother. She never cared whether anyone was around. But that night, she screamed loudly, though not louder than my mother. My mother and I had made love so many times, and although she moaned, she had never screamed like that. When I got up, I saw my mother on top of the man, shaking incessantly. Her two large breasts were trembling. She was shouting, "Fuck me! Fuck my side!" as if she wanted to insert the man completely into her side. The man was single and rarely had sex. He seemed unfamiliar with this position and a little uncomfortable. But my mother was an expert. She had many techniques and even some innovations. Her huge, millstone-like buttocks pounded against me like cannon fire. She kept yelling, "Fuck me harder! I want it! I want it!" This was the first time I'd ever seen my mother so wanton. I realized then that she was actually too reserved to have sex with me.

The next day, Mother got up early, as calm as ever. She said, "There's not much firewood left, I'll go chop some."

The man had intended to go, but his legs were already weak. One night had been enough for him. Mother said, "If you don't go,

I'll go." So Mother went alone. After a while, Mother still hadn't returned. I thought perhaps she couldn't carry it, so I went to find her. On the mountaintop, I saw Mother. But she seemed to be lying on the ground watching something. I went over to look.

It turned out that Uncle Li and his wife from the other side of the mountain were having sex there. Mother was watching, touching her lower body.

She didn't see me coming. Uncle Li's wife was fair-skinned. Her breasts were very white and round. Her thighs were raised high.

She was making lewd noises, shouting, "Thrust harder, fuck me harder!" My mother lay there motionless for a long time.

After a while, Uncle Li stopped moving, lying on top of his wife. I went to my mother's side and touched her buttocks. My mother cried out, "Who's there?" This startled Uncle Li, who grabbed his pants and ran with his wife. His wife's breasts trembled as she ran, her white buttocks swaying. They disappeared into the woods in an instant.

By then, my mother had recovered and said, "You scared me half to death." I looked and saw that my mother's vulva was exposed, and her juices were still flowing. I quickly pulled off her pants and ripped off her shirt. I placed her large buttocks on the ground, buried my face in her groin, and kissed her clitoris. I vigorously rubbed her large breasts. It was our first time having sex in the wild. My mother was very excited. Her juices were dripping. I penetrated her vagina, thrusting straight into her cervix. I told her, "If you enjoy it, scream out loud." My mother initially moaned softly, but with each powerful thrust, her moans grew louder, eventually reaching the other side of the mountain, echoing back. My mother had probably never felt so good before. Her large breasts trembled wildly, her enormous buttocks were raised high, and fluid gushed from her back. The advantage of having sex in the wild is the spaciousness. We rolled around as we fucked, in the dense grass. My mother lay on the ground, wanting me to fuck her from behind. I grabbed her buttocks and thrust wildly, like poking a wasp nest, so cruel, as if I wanted to tear her apart. My mother completely let go. She yelled, "So good! So comfortable! Fuck me, fuck me to death!" She squeezed my breasts, harder, fuck my cunt. "I'm going to die! I'm going to die! Good son! Mother is going to die!" I slowed down, slapping her big buttocks. My mother seemed afraid my penis would run away, desperately pushing her genitals towards my penis.

After a while, her body went completely limp. Her cries became indistinct. I knew my mother was about to climax, so I thrust hard, ejaculating until she collapsed to the ground. For a long time, my mother didn't move.

That day, I helped my mother down the mountain. When we got back, my wife said, "Hey, I just heard a sound up the mountain.

It was strange. It sounded like Mother's voice. Are you alright?" My mother's face instantly turned red. I told my wife that my mother had fallen. My mother hurriedly said, "I fell down." That night, while we were sleeping, I inserted my penis into my wife's vagina. My wife moaned and said, "Today, I didn't hear you cry out like you fell down. It sounded like you were moaning comfortably. It was the sound of being fucked." I forcefully thrust into her. I said, "You misheard. All you ever think about is this. I'll fuck you to death!" I launched a fierce attack. She moaned until she was silent. After that time I fucked my mother, there was no movement in her room for several days. The man was happy to have some peace and quiet. But soon, he started again, moaning loudly every time. I also fucked her every night. When my wife heard him moaning, she also moaned wildly. The quiet mountain was filled with life.

But the man still couldn't satisfy my mother's sexual desire. Every few days, he wanted to go with me to the mountain to chop firewood. We had a wild tryst in the mountains.

Not long after the wedding, I went to the city to become a small business owner. I rarely went home anymore. My mother was getting older,

and her sex life decreased. We almost never had sex again. We had sex once on her fifty-second birthday.

Not long after, she said she couldn't. Later, she grew older and older. Because she didn't work, her waist became thicker and thicker. She was

even a little out of breath when walking. I never had sex with her again. Only that man occasionally had sex with her, but it wasn't as good as before. My mother's sexless life was drawing ever closer. Now, I live in a strange small city!

Every time the night is quiet, I hear my mother's dreamlike moans echoing in my ears!

In that chaotic era, I was born in a remote mountain village, nestled among the mountains. There was only one family per mile. Their poverty was indescribable. So, the only form of nightlife for the people there was sex. My story with my mother unfolded in this environment.

When I was ten, my father ate pesticide one afternoon. He died before he could be taken to the hospital.

I was too young to understand then. I only knew that he and my mother had argued that night. My mother had slapped him. My father was an honest and simple man. And just like that, he went down a path of no return. From then on, my mother began her sexless life. Actually, my mother was a woman with a very strong sex drive. She was only thirty-two years old that year. Later, when I was a little older,

I realized that my mother and father argued because their sex life was unsatisfactory. My mother was very strong, tall, and had enormous breasts and a round bottom. Due to long-term labor, my waist was relatively thick, but without any fat.

My father, on the other hand, was short and not in good health, so he couldn't satisfy my mother's sexual desires. My mother often scolded him for being useless.

Helpless, my father had no choice but to pass away. In fact, my mother had also drained my father's body. I was the only child in the family. I slept with them at that time. I always heard my mother say to my father: "Fuck me." It seemed like it happened every night. Sometimes my father would say no: "Tomorrow." My mother would be very unhappy. Sometimes I saw my mother take off her clothes and shake on my father. My father didn't move. My mother would slap my father's buttocks and say: "You're really useless. If you won't fuck me, I'll let someone else fuck me."

Once, when I was about five years old, I went to the mountains to find wild fruit to eat. I could faintly hear what sounded like my mother's moans. I went closer and saw my mother lying on the ground, a man forcefully inserting his penis into her vagina. The man seemed to have a grudge against my mother, recklessly pressing down on her. My mother seemed to be moaning in pain.

Her breasts were exposed. She was covered in mud, and her buttocks were heaving, as if trying to resist.

I rushed over and shouted, "Don't bully my mother!" The man was startled and quickly got off my mother.

I tried to help my mother up, but she said, "Go away, go away, Uncle is just helping me relieve my itch." I said, "Where does it itch? I'll help you." But my mother pushed me away, saying, "Why are you running around? Go home." I went home feeling very wronged. But I never saw anything like that again. Because our area is sparsely populated. That person was a hunter from out of town. But my parents argued a lot. Most of the time it was at night, and after each argument, my mother would put my hand on her breast to sleep. Finally, after one argument, my father left.

After my father left, I hated my mother. I felt that my mother was the one who killed my father. I hated my mother even more, thinking that all these troubles were because of her itching there. I thought that when I grew up, I would definitely find something to relieve that itching. For more than a year, I didn't smile at my mother. My mother didn't smile either. She was just busy all day long. But one day, I saw my mother smile. It was when a distant cousin who lived more than ten miles away came to visit. My mother warmly invited him to stay, saying that the mountain road was long and it was a rare opportunity for him to come. She told him to stay. My uncle didn't refuse much and settled in. I was eleven years old that year, and I didn't know anything about sex. But that night, I heard my mother moaning loudly, saying, "So good.

Harder, so good." Then there was a sound like a loach burrowing into a hole. That sound came several times that night.

Finally, my mother cried out, "Ah!" and then there was silence. That night seemed very, very long to me.

The next day, my mother's face was radiant, and she was smiling happily. When my uncle left, my mother saw him off for a very, very long time. But in the following days, my mother's smile disappeared. But soon after, my uncle came again, that morning.

As soon as my cousin arrived, my mother took him into her room. The door wasn't even properly closed. I heard my mother say, "Hurry up, I've missed you so much!" Peeking through the crack in the door, I saw that my mother was already naked. That was the first time I'd seen my mother naked. Her breasts were large and round, white, and her buttocks were large, like a millstone from the countryside. But my cousin didn't seem to be in a hurry. He kept touching my mother's private parts and kissing her large breasts. My mother frantically helped my cousin undress, shouting, "Come on, hurry!"

But my cousin wouldn't move. Later, my mother shouted loudly, "Hurry up and do it to me! Do it to me!" Only then did my cousin put my mother on the bed

and insert his penis into her body. My mother cried out, "So good! Harder! Harder!" and kept twisting her buttocks,

thrusting upwards from time to time. Her breasts trembled incessantly. My cousin squeezed my mother's large breasts and rubbed them vigorously.

He forcefully pushed his penis into his mother's vagina. Actually, his health wasn't good either. He stopped after a short while and lay on top of his mother. His mother moved her buttocks and said, "One more time. One more time." But his uncle didn't move. His mother seemed disappointed, but also smiled contentedly. I remember that the dish that day was meat, something we rarely ate. His uncle left without staying overnight that time. This time, his mother didn't see him off as far. When she said she would come next time, she wasn't as affectionate.

His uncle didn't come again for a long time. Life went on as usual. The nights in the mountain village were dark and long. Even though I was thirteen, I still slept with my mother at night, and she always let me touch her breasts while I slept. My house was halfway up the mountain. There were no other houses for miles around. Very few people came and went. One day, a matchmaker came. I urged my mother to remarry. She went to see him and brought him home. That night, she took the initiative to get him into bed.

The man touched her large breasts and said, "They're so big." That night, my mother told me to go to sleep early, but I pretended to be asleep

and watched. My mother took off her own clothes and then the man's. The man was also well-endowed, with a large penis.

After penetrating my mother's vagina, she writhed with pleasure. I saw a lot of fluid coming out of her vagina.

Her huge breasts swayed, and her buttocks thrust. I remember we had sex about five times that night. Finally, the man stopped moving.

From then on, that man moved in. They had sex almost every night. In the countryside back then, there was no electricity, so this was the only form of entertainment. But it didn't last long. A few months later, the man fell ill. His health deteriorated rapidly.

However, he continued having sex because his mother's health was improving. Not long after, the man died.

The following year, a man from out of town came to the mountains, claiming to be looking for medicinal herbs. He was actually a wanted criminal. He stayed at our house that night. He was very handsome, but he was injured. He felt unable to keep up with his mother's nightly sexual needs. Perhaps frightened, he fell down the mountain when some outsiders were hunting a wild boar and yelled, "Don't let it get away!" He never got up again and died soon after.

From then on, no one tried to arrange a marriage for his mother. But she still had a lover, a young man from the foot of the mountain. He was only twenty years old. Because his family was poor, they couldn't afford women. His mother and the young man's first time was at home. The young man had gone up the mountain to chop firewood and came to their house to ask for water. It was a hot day. When he arrived, his mother was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Her round buttocks and large breasts stunned the naive young man. His mother deliberately exposed half of her breast. The young man was speechless for a while. His mother took the opportunity to call him into the room, took off his clothes,

and then took off her own clothes, exposing her breasts and vulva. The young man swallowed hard, and his penis immediately became erect.

But it was his first time, and he didn't know what to do. His mother guided his penis into her vulva and thrust her large buttocks forward. The young man was inexperienced. As soon as he touched his mother's wetness, he ejaculated in just a few thrusts. But soon, the young man's penis hardened again. He thrust it into my mother's plump vagina. My mother arched her buttocks to meet his thrusts. The young man was also strong and muscular. Soon, he had my mother ravaged until she was dizzy and disoriented, her juices flowing freely. I was peeking through the crack in the door when

my mother discovered me. I had no choice but to flee in a panic. From then on, my mother no longer made love to him at home.

But every day when she returned from chopping wood, she was covered in a mess, sometimes with mud on her clothes. That was from their trysts in the mountains. Once, dozens of men went hunting together. My mother was having sex on the mountain, enjoying herself immensely. When the men heard the noise and gathered around,

my mother was still moaning, her large buttocks raised, shouting: "Fuck me harder, go in deeper!" Touching my side, her large breasts were also bouncing around. When I saw so many people, I ran home without putting on my clothes. Watching my mother come home naked, I thought there were bad people. So I took a machete and stood guard at the door, but in the end, no one came.

But soon, how big my mother's breasts were, how fat her back was, and how round her buttocks were, quietly spread far and wide.

Everyone knew about her affair with that young man. In those days, more hunters came. Actually, they came specifically to have sex with my mother's fat side. Several strong men had sex with her. But soon, no one came anymore. This was because once, when she and that young man were having sex in the mountains, my mother was riding on top of him. A snake bit the young man's back, and he died not long after. From then on, no one came to hunt anymore. Everyone said a mother was a man's nemesis. Her genitals were poisonous. Those who had slept with her lived in constant fear. One man was even killed by his companions during a hunt. After that, no one cared anymore. Only one man was fearless: sixty-year-old Old Man Wang. He came to see his mother one night; Old Man Wang had chosen his time carefully. His mother hadn't had sex for two months. Her back was itchy; she wouldn't have been attracted to Old Man Wang otherwise. Old Man Wang had lived a solitary life, and even in his old age, he had only had sex a few dozen times, all in his youth, given to him by middle-aged women. But Old Man Wang was in good health. This time, he came to see his mother preferring to die from intimacy rather than suffer in silence. That night, my mother let Old Wang's old penis penetrate her. Old Wang had never seen such large breasts, such round buttocks, such a plump vulva.

While he was fucking her, he kept saying, "It's worth dying for, it's worth dying for." He wanted to insert his whole body into her. My mother moaned wildly. Old Wang really gave it his all. That night he fucked her three or four times, until he was completely exhausted. He lay motionless on the bed. The next morning, Old Wang staggered down the mountain. He said he was sick. He died within two days. From then on, no one dared to fuck my mother again. That year, my mother was thirty-six years old. I was fourteen. I still slept with my mother. But I still hated her. Even though she was very good to me, sometimes at night I heard her touching her vulva and moaning. I felt sorry for her. Time passed in this way. My mother never looked for another man, and no man ever looked for her again. I was sixteen years old that year. I had grown into a tall young man. My affair with my mother began then. One afternoon, my mother accidentally fell down the mountain while chopping wood. She fell hard, and when I carried her home, she could barely move her limbs. I had to help her take off her clothes and apply medicine. When her breasts were exposed,

my mother seemed a little embarrassed, but because of her injuries, she couldn't care less. I applied herbal medicine to my mother's upper body,

but I was still a little embarrassed to touch her lower body. My mother's buttocks were badly bruised, and her thighs were also bruised.

To apply medicine, she had to take her clothes off completely. My mother seemed to sense my embarrassment and said: "Just take them off. You're my son. It's okay."

I took off my mother's shorts. Her private parts were now exposed to me. It was the first time I had ever seen a woman's private parts. My mother was thirty-eight years old that year. Her pubic hair was thick, and I couldn't see her vulva. My penis immediately became erect.

I hurriedly applied medicine to my mother's wound. When I touched her thigh, she groaned, seemingly in pleasure. I touched it a few more times. My mother said, "Don't touch me. It's itchy." I turned her over and applied medicine to her buttocks. I gently touched her large buttocks. My mother groaned softly, looking very ecstatic.

It was June. Although it was a mountain area, the weather was still very hot. After applying the medicine, my mother asked me to call my aunt to come and take care of her. I was very reluctant to go, but I had no choice. I had no choice but to call my aunt from outside the mountains. My aunt stayed for a few days. Seeing that my mother's illness wouldn't get better in just a few days, she was very anxious, as there were many things to do at home. Two days later, my uncle arrived.

She said the piglets at home were unfed. Her face looked very unwell. My mother, having no other choice, told my aunt, "Go back. I'll be fine. Your son can take care of me." At that time, my mother couldn't move. But seeing my uncle's face, my aunt had no choice but to go back.

That night, I started bathing my mother. It was also the first time I truly saw a woman's genitals. I gently washed my mother with a towel. When I washed her breasts, my mother couldn't help but groan. But immediately, she seemed to realize it and said, "My hand hurts." I didn't say anything. When I wiped her genitals, my mother insisted on doing it herself. She tried

to lift her hand several times, but couldn't, so she had to put it down. I said to my mother, "Let me do it."

My mother didn't say anything, and I began to wash her. I heard my mother groan several times in a row, and she even twisted her hips.

Vaginal fluid flowed out. My mother's genitals were plump and felt very comfortable to touch. But after a while, my mother said, "Hurry up,"

as if she were a little angry. I quickly washed other areas.

For over a month, I bathed my mother every day. Each time, I would touch her breasts and genitals. But my mother never groaned again. She just couldn't help but twist her hips sometimes, and the fluid would still flow every time. Other mothers could endure it,

but this physiological discomfort was unbearable. Yet each time she would say, "Hurry up," so I had to move away. About a month and a half later, my mother slowly recovered.

One evening, she said to me, "I'll bathe myself today; can you pour me some water?" Actually, my mother wasn't completely recovered. Perhaps she still felt embarrassed. That night, after I poured the water, my mother said, "Go outside."

It was as if I had never seen her body before. It was as if I had never helped her bathe. I had no choice but to go outside.

But by then, I couldn't leave my mother's naked body. I hid by the door, peeking. My mother slowly wiped her body herself. When she wiped her genitals, she didn't ask for a towel. She touched there, moaning softly. My mother had really endured for too long. Gradually, her moans grew louder and louder. I pretended to be clueless and rushed in, saying, "Mom, are you alright? Where does it hurt?" My mother was naked, her vulva wide open. Seeing me come in, my mother panicked. She

hurriedly pointed to her thigh, saying, "It hurts here." I also pretended to be deaf and mute, saying, "Let me see." My mother hurriedly said, "No, no, it's all better now." But I didn't let the opportunity slip by. My hand had already reached her thighs and touched her genitals, gently caressing them. My mother, already dripping with vaginal fluid, couldn't hold back any longer.

She kept saying, "No. No." I knew that if I didn't act now, I wouldn't have another chance. I boldly placed my entire hand on her vulva and touched her breast with one hand. But my mother forcefully pulled my hand away. I quickly put her on the bed and swiftly pulled out my large penis. I inserted it into my mother's vagina. My mother kept saying, "No, no. We are mother and son, this is incest!" But in an instant, my large penis was inside. I saw my mother tremble slightly, as if nothing had happened. Driven by impulse, I didn't care about anything else. I thrust my penis forcefully into my mother's vagina. Although she didn't move, her fluids flowed more and more, almost like a loach entering its hole. Seeing her still, I wondered what she was thinking. I figured she must be angry. But then I thought, I'm already inside. I'll finish first. The less she moved, the harder I thrust. My large penis slammed violently into her vagina. Her two large breasts bounced violently from the impact. After a while, I felt my mother's buttocks move slightly, as if she were arching upwards. My penis grew even harder, desperately trying to penetrate her vagina. At this moment, her fluids seemed to surge. Her buttocks arched several times, and her breasts seemed to grow even larger. I wanted to last longer, but it was my first time, and I couldn't control myself. I ejaculated immediately.

Afterwards, my mother didn't move. Tears seemed to be flowing. I was very sad. I lay quietly without moving.

About twenty minutes passed. When my mother saw that I wasn't moving, she hugged me and said, "My child, it's over now, don't worry about it." She cried as she spoke. She said, "We are unfortunate people." I buried my head between my mother's breasts and said, "Mother, I'm sorry." My mother said, "It's alright, it's alright. As long as you're okay." Touching my mother's large breasts,

my penis became erect again. I gently bit my mother's nipple and said, "I want to nurse." My mother said, "Go ahead and nurse." I gently bit her nipple and touched my mother's vulva. My mother's vulva was still wet. Just one touch

and her vulva opened wide. I gently touched her buttocks, kissed her breasts, and then kissed her face. Finally, I kissed her lips and inserted my fingers into her vagina. This time, my mother didn't resist. Instead, she wiggled her large buttocks and moaned softly.

She grasped my penis with her hand and inserted it into her vagina. Then she said, "This can only be once. No more."

I quickly said, "Okay, okay," and forcefully inserted my penis into her vagina, while rubbing her breasts. I wanted to bring my mother to orgasm. This time, my mother also enjoyed it. She thrust her buttocks forcefully and moaned continuously. Seeing how comfortable my mother looked, my penis grew larger and larger. But at that time, I didn't know any sexual positions. My mother didn't know either, only man on top. But my mother's cooperation was excellent. Although she was thirty-eight years old, because she hadn't had sex for the past two years, her vagina was still quite tight and very wet. Due to long-term labor, she was also very strong. Her buttocks were raised, making the impact of my penis and vagina very effective.

Sometimes I didn't move. She would also raise her buttocks. Seeing my mother's joyful expression, my guilt disappeared.

I thrust my penis hard into my mother's vagina. My mother thrust even more eagerly, desperately holding my buttocks and pressing them against her side. The water from my back soaked a large patch of the bed. The moans grew louder and louder. Her breasts trembled like sieve chaff. Her buttocks twisted like a millstone. First came moans, then shouts: "Harder! Harder!" Finally, she shouted once and then became unresponsive. I knew my mother had reached orgasm. So I thrust hard more than a hundred times. Finally, I ejaculated next to my mother. I collapsed and fell asleep. I don't know how much time passed. I woke up. I saw my mother limping as she prepared food in the kitchen. I was already dressed. I wondered if I had been dreaming last night. I touched my genitals; there was still semen on them. I touched the blanket; my mother's vaginal fluid hadn't dried yet. I realized it was real. But my mother acted as if nothing had happened. She called me to eat breakfast as usual. When I got up, I looked at my mother's face; there was no change.

My mother was really good at pretending.

After that, I didn't see my mother for over a month. Several times I tried to touch her, but she dodged. Until one time I saw her masturbating, I had sex with her again. After that, we would have sex about every two or three days.

Each time, I would make my mother reach orgasm. My mother was at the age where she was very sexually active. But she always said we should do it less.

I was at the age of puberty. But we still slept together at night. Every night I would put my hand next to her as I slept. She got used to it. Without my hand there, she didn't seem to sleep as well. During this time, that distant cousin came to visit once. But my mother refused him. He left without even eating lunch. This went on for three years. I turned nineteen. Through an introduction, I left my mother to work in the city. It was the kind of hard labor.

Although my mother was reluctant to let me go, she had no choice but to make me work. Our family was just too poor. In the city,

we migrant workers were the most pitiful. Our wages were pitifully low. Life was hard, and sex was even harder. Some of them got involved with pornography. It was the first time I had ever seen pornography. The number of sexual positions was astonishing. The erection lingered for a long time afterward.

Two months later, I received my monthly salary. An older migrant worker invited me out, and I went with him. It turned out we were looking for prostitutes. We found two in a small street, but they were over forty years old. The price was very low.

They said it would cost ten yuan per session. Seeing how old I was, I wanted to leave. But the woman, seeing I was about to leave, said, "Young man, come on, come on. It's free." The old migrant worker also tried to pull me away. I thought I'd just go along with it. That day, the middle-aged woman tried every position imaginable. She even wanted me to lick her vulva, saying she'd give me twenty. For the money, I licked her vulva until she was dripping wet. The woman had a large but loose buttocks, and large but loose breasts too. Compared to my mother's buttocks and breasts, they were far inferior. But I hadn't had sex for over two months. My penis immediately became erect. The woman even gave me oral sex for a long time, making it even harder. After inserting it into her vulva, it felt empty, without the feeling of having sex with my mother. Perhaps it was because this woman had used her vulva too much. But the thought of my mother's enormous breasts

made me imagine having sex with her. I thrust forcefully. The woman reciprocated, moaning incessantly and screaming that she was going to die. I thrust harder, changing positions with her. Finally, she went limp and

fell silent. I finished my frenzied thrusting and ejaculated inside her. When I left, she gave me twenty yuan

and told me to come often. I went several more times afterward, since it was free. This made the old migrant worker extremely envious.

During the New Year, I went home. When she saw me, my mother rushed over and hugged me. Without saying a word, I picked her up and threw her onto the bed. I quickly stripped her naked. When I looked, her vagina was already overflowing with vaginal fluid. But I didn't rush. Instead, I squeezed and rubbed her large breasts hard. Then I kissed her vulva and licked her clitoris. No one had ever kissed my mother's vulva before. Just once, her juices sprayed onto my face. Her body writhed incessantly. A few minutes later, there was no sound. I could only feel her juices flowing continuously. Her already large breasts seemed about to burst. I gently inserted my penis into her vagina. Only then did she come to her senses. I launched a fierce attack, as if I wanted to penetrate her completely.

My mother moaned softly, saying she was going to die. I slowed down and let my mother sit on me while I thrust. I kept slapping her plump buttocks. Her juices flowed onto me as well. I kept changing positions,

thrusting into her until she was almost dead. Later, I made her lie face down on the bed. I entered her from behind and thrust wildly. She didn't react at all.

Let her calm down. Then I thrust hard again. She fainted for several minutes. I grabbed her big buttocks and pounded into her again, ejaculating into her uterus. That day, we did it six times. We didn't get up until 10 a.m. the next morning.

When I got up, my mother touched my head. I got aroused and had sex with her again. My mother kept saying no, no,

but her juices flowed out again. After that, my mother walked unsteadily for several days. When I asked, I learned that Jing's vagina was swollen from all the sex.

After the New Year, I went back to the city to work. The night before I left, we did it six more times, until my mother's juices were completely drained. Her back was dry. When I left, she, who was supposed to see me off, couldn't get up because her vagina was sore. I couldn't walk anymore. And that departure meant six years without returning home. I earned a lot of money working and found a girlfriend. When I went back, I brought my girlfriend with me. My mother seemed very happy. That night,

I made my wife scream and shout. My mother next door kept turning around with those lewd sounds. I knew my mother couldn't take it, but I couldn't go to her place. Until midnight, when my wife was asleep, I secretly went to my mother's room.

My mother was asleep, but her body was naked, and her vagina was still wet. I immediately inserted my penis into her vagina. My mother was awake, but didn't make a sound, afraid my wife next door would hear. My mother was forty-eight years old,

but because of long-term labor, her body was still strong. She had just gained weight, and her buttocks were bigger. Because it had been six years since anyone had fucked me, I was still as tight as ever. And very wet. But someone was next door. She didn't make a sound, just thrust her fat ass towards my penis. That night, I used all my strength to fuck my mother until her juices flowed all over the bed.

Not long after, I was getting married. On my wedding day, I also asked someone to find my mother a strong, muscular man in his thirties. Because I had some money, the bachelor was happy. My mother was quite satisfied too. They got married on the same day as us. That night, while I was fucking my wife until she screamed, my mother was also moaning incessantly. My wife also had a big ass. A thick back. Her breasts were enormous. She looked a lot like my mother. Her back was tighter than my mother's. I was much more lewd when I fucked her than with my mother. She never cared whether anyone was around during sex. But that night, she screamed loudly during sex, though not louder than my mother. My mother and I had made love so many times, and although she moaned, she had never screamed like that. When I got up, I saw my mother on top of the man, shaking incessantly. Her two large breasts were trembling. She was shouting, "Fuck me! Fuck my side!" as if she wanted to insert the man completely into her side. The man was single and rarely had sex. He seemed unfamiliar with this position and a little uncomfortable. But my mother was an expert. She had many techniques and even some innovations. Her large, millstone-like buttocks pounded against me like cannon fire. She kept shouting, "Fuck me harder! I want it! I want it!" This was the first time I had seen my mother so wanton. I realized that she was always reserved when having sex with me.

The next day, my mother woke up early, just as calm as ever. My mother said, "There's not much firewood left, I'll go chop some."

The man originally wanted to go, but his legs were already weak. One night had been enough for him. My mother said, "If you don't go,

I'll go." So my mother went alone. After a while, my mother still hadn't returned. I thought perhaps she couldn't carry it, so I went to find her. On the mountaintop, I saw my mother. But she seemed to be lying on the ground watching something. I went over to take a look.

It turned out that Uncle Li and his wife from the other side of the mountain were having sex there. My mother was watching and touching her lower body.

She didn't see me coming. Uncle Li's wife was white-haired. Her breasts were very white and round. Her thighs were raised high. She was

making lewd noises one after another, and she was shouting, "Thrust harder, fuck harder!" My mother lay there motionless for a long time.

After a while, Uncle Li lay motionless on top of his wife. I went to my mother's side and touched her buttocks. My mother cried out, "Who's there?" This startled Uncle Li, who grabbed his pants and ran with the other woman. The woman's breasts trembled as she ran, her white buttocks swaying. She disappeared into the woods in an instant.

By then, my mother had recovered and said, "You scared me half to death." I looked and saw that my mother's vulva was exposed, still dripping with vaginal fluid. I quickly pulled off her pants and ripped off her shirt. I placed her large buttocks on the ground, buried my face in her groin, and kissed her clitoris. I vigorously rubbed her large breasts. It was our first time having sex in the wild. My mother was very excited, her vaginal fluid dripping. I penetrated her vagina. I thrust straight into her cervix and told her, "If you like it, scream!" My mother initially moaned softly, but with each powerful thrust, her moans grew louder, eventually reaching the other side of the mountain, echoing back. My mother had probably never felt so good before. Her large breasts trembled wildly, her enormous buttocks were raised high, and fluid gushed from her back. The advantage of having sex in the wild is the spaciousness. We rolled around as we fucked, in the dense grass. My mother lay on the ground, wanting me to fuck her from behind. I grabbed her buttocks and thrust wildly, like poking a wasp nest—so cruel, as if I wanted to tear her apart. My mother completely let go, screaming how good it felt, how comfortable it was. Fuck me, fuck me to death. Squeeze my breasts, harder, fuck my cunt. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. Good son. Mother is going to die. I slowed down at this point. I slapped her big buttocks. My mother seemed afraid that my penis would run away, so she desperately pushed her vulva onto my penis.

I fucked her for a while. Her body was completely limp. Her cries became indistinct. I knew my mother was about to climax, so I thrust hard. I ejaculated until she collapsed on the ground. After a while, my mother didn't move.

That day, I helped my mother down the mountain. When we got back, my wife said: Hey. I just heard a sound on the mountain.

How strange. It sounded like my mother's voice. Are you alright? My mother's face flushed instantly. I told my wife that my mother had fallen. My mother quickly said, "I fell." That night, while we were sleeping, I inserted my penis into my wife's vagina. My wife moaned and said, "Today, I didn't hear my mother's voice sound like she had fallen. It sounded like she was moaning comfortably. It was the kind of sound you hear when you're being fucked." I thrust into her vagina forcefully. I said, "You misheard. All you ever think about is this. I'll fuck you to death!" I launched a fierce attack. She moaned until she was silent. After I fucked my mother that time, there was no sound in her room for several days. The man was happy to have some peace and quiet. But soon, he started moving again. Every time he moaned loudly. I also fucked her every night. When my wife heard him moaning, she also moaned loudly and wantonly. The once quiet mountain was now bustling with life.

But the man still couldn't satisfy my mother's sexual desires. Every few days, he would ask me to go up the mountain to chop firewood, and we would have sex there.

Not long after we got married, I went to the city to become a small business owner. I rarely went home anymore. My mother gradually grew old.

Her sex life became less frequent. I almost never had sex with her again. We had sex once on her fifty-second birthday.

Not long after, she said she couldn't do it anymore. Later, she grew older and older. Because she didn't work, her waist became thicker and thicker.

She would even have trouble breathing when walking. I never had sex with her again. Only that man would occasionally have sex with her, but it was not as good as before. My mother's sexless life was getting closer and closer. Now, I live in a strange small city!

Every time the night is deep and quiet... My mother's dreamlike moans echoed in my ears!

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Incest in the Mountain Village

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