[Incest with a Married Woman] My Re-education as a Poor and Lower-Middle Peasant

Growing up in a wealthy family, I never experienced hardship. My father, a former Red Guard, provided me with abundant material comforts, but he often mentioned the term "poor and lower-middle peasants." To me, these peasants were always a mysterious concept, alluring… but the true friendships I formed with them were a completely different story. In middle school, I grew up and began to rebel against my parents, no longer wanting to hear those familiar words. "What's the big deal? I can do it too," I often thought. In the throes of youthful exuberance, I was often driven by lust and frequently masturbated to satisfy my physical needs. It wasn't until one day that I truly changed, and I felt I had the right to write these words. It was

summer vacation during my first year of high school, the height of summer. My parents were both at work. I was home alone. They say high temperatures can stimulate libido, and somehow, while reading, I found myself reaching into my pants to masturbate. A restless heart! Suddenly, the sound of "Buy tofu pudding!" reached my ears. Oh, let's go see. Doesn't the book say the best way to quit masturbation is to distract yourself? I live on the first floor, so I went to the window and looked out. A woman selling tofu pudding was walking towards me, carrying a shoulder pole. She wore a straw hat, which, because of the bright sun, obscured most of her face, making it impossible to see what she looked like. She wore a light-colored shirt, and perhaps because of the weight of the pole, her center of gravity was slightly lower, causing her to sway rhythmically from side to side as she walked. Perhaps due to her long hours of hard work, from a distance, I could clearly see her characteristic feminine curves—no excess fat, just beautiful, graceful lines! As she got closer, her clothes were soaked with sweat, and I could vaguely see the shape of her bra through her light-colored shirt. Her breasts were exceptionally full, her skin slightly dark, and she had a healthy expression. Her buttocks were playfully upturned, large and round, swaying from side to side as she walked—alluring!

I quickly called for her to stop. Seeing that I had made a sale, she immediately smiled broadly at me. "How many bowls do you want?" a sweet voice asked. Since I couldn't see clearly, I replied with concern, "It's so hot outside, why don't you come inside?" At this time, sellers are often very accommodating to buyers, especially since I was thinking of her, so she didn't say anything and just went into my house.

It was then that I saw she was a woman around 30 years old, quite robust. "Have a bowl first, I'll talk after I finish," I said, and she squatted down to serve me. Because her summer clothes had a low neckline, I could see her full breasts through the drooping neckline. Her breasts were tightly pressed together, forming a deep cleavage, and her bra seemed about to burst out, as if it were about to fall off. A strange urge surged within me, "I really want to have her!" I moved behind her; her buttocks were high and round, tight, and I really wanted to hug her from behind and penetrate her. After serving the tofu pudding, I asked her to sit down. Since it was much cooler inside than outside, she took off her straw hat, her thick black hair piled on top of her head, reflecting her rosy face. I ate while starting a conversation with her.

"Doing business outside in this heat must be exhausting!"

"Absolutely! I have to get up early every morning and be out all day, all for a few bucks!"

"It is hard work. Are you married?" I asked casually.

"Haha, young man, you're joking. My son's already in elementary school, and I'm doing this to pay for his tuition."

"What!" I feigned surprise. "Oh, I never would have guessed! You have such a great figure. I thought you were doing some chores at home during the summer vacation!"

Hearing my praise, she smiled with the satisfaction typical of women, a blush of shyness on her face. After saying that, I deliberately looked her up and down, as if to prove the truth of my words. She lowered her eyes and head slightly. I knew that these vendors encountered many people while traveling, especially construction workers who would make suggestive jokes, so they weren't offended. However, she probably hadn't encountered such genuine praise as mine, so she felt a little uncomfortable. I continued, "How much money do you make selling this much in a day?"

"A little over twenty."

"Oh, then I'll buy it all. Can you do me a favor?" I said casually, though my heart was already burning with desire.

"What?" She seemed a little incredulous, looking up at me blankly. "Then… what favor?"

"I want to taste your breasts," I said with a sly smile, mimicking the shamelessness of a migrant worker. She suddenly laughed; clearly, she'd heard this kind of talk often and thought I was joking. She seemed about to say something, but before she could, I preemptively began kneading her full breasts through her clothes. So soft, so comfortable. She snapped out of her daze, stared at me, and said, "You really want to?" Afraid she wouldn't agree, I quickly withdrew my hand and urged, "It's so sunny, aren't you just after the money? I'll give you thirty. After you're done, you can sell tofu pudding, no one will know!" She seemed to understand, but kept her head down and didn't say anything. I took thirty yuan and put it in her tofu pudding stand, then pulled her into my bedroom.

I excitedly kissed her lips, caressed her breasts, and pressed my erect penis against her abdomen. Her lips were a little dry, as if she'd never kissed before, and her tongue was uncooperative. I suspected her husband didn't know anything about foreplay. Thinking about all this, I wasn't as impulsive as before. I wanted to give her a perfect sexual experience. I put my tongue into her mouth, found her wet tongue root, and intertwined them tightly. It was wet and soft, so comfortable. Her breathing started to quicken. I held her lower back tightly with both hands and vigorously rubbed her plump buttocks. My fingers rubbed back and forth between her buttocks. We kissed for a long time. Her eyes were wet and glistening. She had probably never kissed so gently before. I let go and looked at her, but she immediately hugged my head and licked my lips, sucking my tongue. I knew that my kiss alone had aroused her desire. Then I reached out to unbutton her clothes. Every two buttons I unbuttoned, I couldn't help but squeeze them a couple of times. Then I hugged her tightly, pressing her ample breasts against my chest. It felt like lying face down on a huge cotton ball bed, with her two hard nipples sandwiched in the middle. It was a very comfortable feeling. Later, I couldn't wait any longer, so I pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her smooth and firm shoulders. Only then did I truly feel her fleshiness. I stared at her for a few seconds. Her breasts were so big that the cleavage in the middle was big enough to fit my whole hand inside. The white bra, which wasn't small to begin with, looked like a small bag about to burst open, containing two big meat buns. It was almost spilling out; some of her breast tissue was peeking out from the top edge of the bra. I couldn't wait to squeeze her breasts from both sides towards the center, feeling like the bra was about to break. I loosened the bra hooks from behind, and instantly her breasts, like two mischievous children who had been locked up for too long, relaxed slightly and trembled up and down. I was so excited that I quickly slung the two thin straps off her shoulders, and a pair of beautiful breasts were fully displayed before me. The areolas were large and spread out, their color slightly dark, and the two erect nipples in the center rose and fell slightly with my rapid breathing. I plunged my head into the home of her beautiful breasts, frantically sucking on every inch of her skin. Because the nipples were large, I could suck on them up and down with my lips. One hand drew circles on the other breast, starting from the outermost edge and then gradually moving inward, finally rubbing the nipple back and forth with two fingers. She also let out a soft moan. Sometimes I would caress her as gently as if she were new skin, and other times I would squeeze her with all my might like a madman. The pleasure her full breasts brought me was simply heavenly.

My tongue swam lightly over her body like a little fish, slowly moving downwards, circling her navel a few times before continuing downwards. Her pants weren't off yet, but when I got there, she couldn't wait and pulled them down herself for me to enjoy.

Her pubic hair was thick and dense, clearly never groomed; at first glance, all I could see was a dark clump, with a few fine hairs sticking out in clusters, wet with her vaginal fluid. I parted the layers of hair with my fingers, revealing two thick, reddish labia lying there quietly, wet and overflowing with fluid. I wanted to see enough, so gently, I used the tip of my tongue to slowly lick from bottom to top along that thin slit. The pubic hair brushed against my face, tickling me. I didn't use any rough force. Her clitoris was erect and pointed above the center of her labia. Just as my tongue was about to approach, I stopped, then suddenly, I licked it hard with my tongue, then quickly lifted my head. She trembled all over as if electrocuted; clearly, her orgasm was approaching. She pressed my head hard against her vulva; the erogenous zone was truly giving her an unforgettable urge. I didn't want to disappoint her either, so I took her clitoris into my lips and sucked on it. She moaned urgently, "Faster... ah... so good."

Seeing her satisfied moans actually calmed me down. I wasn't in a hurry. I occasionally flicked her clitoris with my tongue, then used my two thumbs to spread her labia majora, revealing her pink labia minora and vaginal opening, which looked like they had been pulled out of water. I placed my middle finger horizontally between her labia, pressing the tip against her clitoris, while the rest of my finger was between her labia minora. Then I closed her labia majora and shook her violently from side to side, making her feel aroused and moan wildly. She didn't say much, just collapsed half-dead in the mire of sexual excitement. Then I lifted my finger and sandwiched her labia majora between her clitoris like a cherry sandwich, then used my lips to pinch her labia, applying pressure rhythmically. A few minutes later, she finally climaxed before I even entered her vagina, gushing out streams of vaginal fluid.

Looking at her face, her hair was wet with sweat, and she was sucking on a finger like a child. Her huge breasts were heaving up and down, and my head was still on her vulva. So I took off my pants, straddled her, and when she noticed, she immediately grabbed my penis and put it in her mouth. Waves of pleasure surged through my brain from below. My abdomen pressed against her full breasts, incredibly soft and comfortable, making me feel instantly elastic, able to rhythmically thrust into her mouth. Meanwhile, my fingers slipped into her vagina, tight, wet, and slippery. It brought excitement, it brought desire. Her lips were now warm and moist, sucking on my penis with saliva as lubrication. Then she released it, deliberately closing her lips tightly, her hand gripping the base of my penis and deliberately pushing it into her mouth. I don't know if she wanted to give me a bit of the tightness of losing a virgin, but the nerves in my glans were almost bursting under her pressure. I frantically poked her vagina with my fingers, and her buttocks moved up and down in response. She used her tongue to move back and forth in my coronal sulcus, her thick lips only holding the coronal sulcus and gently swallowing and releasing the glans. It brought me gentle pleasure, so gentle it was almost unbearable. Later, feeling I couldn't hold back any longer, I turned my hips around, allowing my penis to withdraw from her mouth and rest for a moment. But she kept telling me not to stop. Then, I pressed down on her from the front, lifting her legs with my shoulders, and slowly inserted my penis into her vagina. Her vagina was warm and moist, unlike the wild thrusting in her mouth earlier. Under the gentle pressure of the vaginal walls, I slowly moved in and out, waves of pleasure stimulating every pore of my body. Romantic intercourse, joyful life. I smoothed the hair on her face with my hands, kissed the sweat on her face, and tightly squeezed her two firm and soft breasts with both hands. The pleasure in my lower body grew stronger and stronger, and my thrusting became faster and faster. I roared, and finally, like a flood breaking through a dam, my glans tightened, and with the arrival of a huge wave of pleasure, I ejaculated into her body. Beautiful flesh, I held her tightly, not wanting it to end like this. She rolled over and sat on me, her plump buttocks pressed against my legs. I wrapped my arms around her from below, her breasts swaying in front of my eyes. "I've never felt so good," she said. "Me neither," I replied. "Come every day from now on!"

"Okay,"

she said, getting up to put on her clothes. Then she left without saying anything, but she never came back. Perhaps she felt guilty towards her husband or for some other reason. Anyway, now I can only remember her fondly.

[The End]

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