My mother, Bai Yuzhen

As the first rays of autumn sunlight streamed into my bedroom, I woke from my dream. I reached into my pants and adjusted my erect penis before slowly sitting up in bed. The blankets beside me still held her warmth and fragrance, meaning she had only recently left… My name is Li Mubai. It's said my grandfather consulted a passing fortune teller who gave me this name, but I have no way of knowing if it's true. My grandfather was buried in a small hill behind our house before I was born. My father is Li Shuniu, an honest and hardworking migrant worker who only graduated from elementary school. He toils away from home year-round, and I only see him during the busy farming season or on New Year's Eve. As the only son in the family, I was pampered from birth. Because I failed my college entrance exam this year, I plan to retake it and try to get into a top-tier university next year, to live up to my family's expectations. I was born in a small village in the south, a place still poor and underdeveloped, where generations have relied on their small plots of land for survival. Despite our poverty, my father had saved up a considerable amount of money over the years working away from home. The two-story house he built in the village was the envy of many villagers. As a result, many widows followed my father to work elsewhere, leaving behind most of the village's women, children, and elderly, and vast tracts of farmland lying fallow.

My mother, Bai Yuzhen, was bought by my father from elsewhere; this was no secret in the village. Most of the widows who followed my father to work elsewhere did so for this reason: they craved women and hoped to buy a beautiful, fair-skinned wife like my mother during the New Year, to live together during the day, and to have sex with her at night.

My mother, Bai Yuzhen, a woman from Guangling, was drugged and trafficked to the south on a bus when she was seventeen. My father, Li Shuniu, bought her from traffickers for five thousand yuan, and then she gave birth to me. Over the years, she had considered escaping home. One night after I was born, while my father slept, she secretly took out the clothes she had packed during the day, opened the door, and ran away. However, she was discovered by an uncle who guarded the wild boars in the village. My uncles and aunts, along with my father, chased after her with lanterns and caught her. This happened a few times, but after being beaten and hurt, she knew she couldn't escape and stopped. My father was honest; although he harbored resentment towards her escape attempts, he was ultimately good to her. He gave her all the good food in the house, and the new clothes he bought for her were also hers. Aside from restricting her freedom, he didn't mistreat her in any way. Gradually, she gave up the idea and actually settled down, staying for over twenty years.

Since I was old enough to understand, I've rarely seen my mother smile in front of others. She only laughed freely when she was with me. Her smile was truly beautiful, especially her eyes, which were watery and curved into two crescent moons when she smiled.

Yanqiu Village was indeed a poor and remote place, but that didn't change my mother at all. Unlike the other village women in her thirties whose skin was sunburned, her fair complexion made people doubt her age. Her daily demeanor exuded the gentle elegance of the Jiangnan region. The cheongsams hanging in her home were different from theirs, though she only wore them on holidays. Thanks to ample energy replenishment during breastfeeding and the consumption of herbal soups, her still-developing breasts not only produced abundant milk but also developed perfectly, her full breasts almost bursting out of her bra. This was enough to make her stand out among most of the women in the village. Moreover, she settled down there and took good care of herself. Despite her age, her figure and breast shape remained at their peak. At nearly 1.7 meters tall, her curves were enviable, truly making those older women envious.

My first encounter with incest was when I was in junior high school.

That day, I went to deliver some materials to a classmate. Because the journey was a bit far, I deliberately left half an hour early. When I arrived at my classmate's house in the neighboring village, drenched in sweat, only fifteen minutes had passed. I locked my bicycle outside his door. Because we were good friends, I usually didn't knock when I visited, and this time was no exception. But when I pushed the door open to greet my classmate, I realized things were getting complicated. I heard a woman's moans, sounding exactly like the lewd moans of actresses in porn. At first, I thought he was watching porn at home, but then I realized something was off. When we secretly watched porn at school, we always wore headphones and hid in the bathroom; who would be so bold as to play it out loud? Besides, even at home, we waited until everyone was asleep before quietly turning it on, wearing headphones, and hiding ourselves.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of courage and secretly followed the woman's moans. I'd been here so many times that I knew the layout like the back of my hand. Soon, I reached the outside of my classmate's parents' bedroom, and the sounds were coming from inside.

Were they my classmate's parents?

I wondered, but quickly dismissed the thought. Because his father was away on business most of the year and came home even less often than my father, how could he possibly be coming back this season?

Who could it be?

Seeing the door unlocked, I peeked out and witnessed a scene that shocked me.

My classmate and his mother were rolling around naked on the bed, their white bodies intertwined. Then my classmate slapped his mother's buttocks hard, and she obediently knelt on the bed, sticking out her snow-white buttocks in a shameful position. Seeing this, my classmate laughed, slowly bringing his penis closer, and then thrusting hard. His mother threw her head back and screamed loudly. The harder my classmate thrust, the more wanton his mother screamed, calling him "dear husband" and "big-dicked son," shouting everything. Luckily, the people living there were some distance apart, otherwise they would definitely have heard it. I watched from outside the door, my lips dry and my penis rock hard. I never imagined that my usually well-mannered classmate would actually insert his penis into his mother's body, let alone that his usually elegant and dignified teacher mother could be so wanton and lewd in bed.

I don't know how long they did it before I arrived, but I stood outside watching them change positions again and again, listening to their lewd conversations, and finally witnessing my classmate ejaculate inside his wanton mother, a thick stream of semen flowing from her bright red labia. This process lasted a full fifteen minutes.

"Little bitch, get up! My classmate will be here soon, and if he sees you like this, I'm doomed!" I saw my classmate slap his mother's breast, leaving a bright red handprint immediately, but she, who was sucking her son's penis, actually cried out excitedly. I clearly saw her bright red labia contract between her spread thighs.

"Or do you want more people to fuck you?"

My classmate pinched his mother's cheek, glaring at her fiercely, then slammed her onto the sweat-soaked bed.

Seeing my classmate get off the bed to get dressed, I ran away. Once outside, I got on my bicycle and ran home as fast as I could.

In the end, the document delivery failed because I stood him up.

What my classmate didn't know was that that night, I fantasized about his beautiful teacher mother and ejaculated repeatedly… Later, on the day of my junior high graduation, my classmate took me to the school rooftop for some fresh air. After pulling out a cigarette and handing it to me, he told me, with the cigarette in his mouth, that he actually knew I was at his house that day because he heard the noise I made when I rushed out. I took his cigarette but didn't dare light it, finally promising him I wouldn't tell anyone. Just as I was about to leave, he stopped me, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and then took me to his house. That day, we spent the entire afternoon making love to his slutty teacher mom. Aside from the first few times we ejaculated inside her tender pussy, we ejaculated all over her body until her snow-white body was covered in our semen.

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