The Sleepwalking Mother [Part 2]

Chapter Five

How Beautiful is the Flower in the Mist? A hazy blue moonlit night, a soft veil, a soul-stirring dream. It's still a daytime memory, climbing a mountain with my mother. In the dream, her beauty is even more striking than during the day. She gently brushes her hair, her eyes squinting like dewdrops, her lips curving like the moon, her spirit ethereal. Every smile and frown is captivating, like tiny needles piercing my brain, a tingling, numbing pain of love, making me gulp down my saliva in the dream.

My mother chuckles, pulling my soul into the incense-filled Qingling Temple. The same old abbot sits inside, his small eyes glaring at me as he says, "The demon star roams the heavens, why frolic in the mortal realm..."

Suddenly, I feel a deep chill pierce my body from his seemingly nonsensical words, and I quickly pull my mother out.

The scene that followed was me lying in bed with my mother. Her expression was the same as the one she had when we gazed at each other

so lovingly that day—her eyes, gentle yet sparkling like shooting stars. Her alluring face drew me into a forest of lust. I quickly spread her legs (that's how dreams are; having sex with a beautiful woman, often without undressing), and thrust my throbbing penis into her vagina. My mother grabbed me, her face contorted in pain.

Just as I was enjoying the moment, my mother's face suddenly transformed into that of an old TV host, then abruptly turned black, a terrifying, ghostly face staring straight at me, banging on my head with a wooden stick. I screamed and woke up with a start. At that moment, someone was banging loudly on my door.

I was terrified! I pulled the covers over my head and asked in a trembling voice who it was. My younger cousin answered, sobbing, telling me to open the door quickly. I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it was past two o'clock. What was going on? My sweet dream was ruined.

I opened the door, and my little cousin's soft body nestled into my arms. The faint scent of soap, combined with her youthful fragrance, stirred something within me. I touched her warm, fragrant shoulder, then gently pulled her face up. She squinted, tears glistening on her delicate, adorable face, as tender and alluring as a bamboo shoot after rain.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying? Are you homesick?"

She opened her beautiful eyes, her eyelashes incredibly long, and stammered, "Ah...

Auntie, Auntie... she's grabbing at me like a ghost..."

What's wrong with Mom? Is she really sleepwalking from exhaustion? Or did the fortune teller's words stir up painful memories?

I quickly grabbed my little cousin, telling her I had to go check on her and that she could sleep in my room, but she couldn't touch anything in my drawer. (There were several copies of an underground weekly magazine I'd just bought, featuring many examples of real-life sexual encounters.)

My little cousin nodded pitifully, tugging at her clothes. I glanced at her chest instinctively. She'd rushed into her clothes, so the buttons weren't fastened, revealing her entire figure. She'd also been wearing her mother's bra—a black embroidered bra. Her small, full breasts were almost bursting out; her skin had even become a little pale from staying at my house these past few days.

I asked her if the bra was my mother's. She immediately blushed, lowered her head, and unfastened the bra right in front of me. Two small, white rabbits immediately popped out. Firm and round, especially the tender pink nipples, which seemed about to ooze juice. I stared, mesmerized. Damn, my little cousin seems completely unguarded around me.

She looked up, her eyes fixed on me boldly, her face suddenly glowing with a seductive allure, all her previous shyness gone. She even swallowed a mouthful of saliva. I followed her gaze, which landed squarely on my erect crotch. Goodness, I was startled. These days, little girls' minds are getting more and more bizarre. I never expected my little cousin to be so sexually interested. Has she been influenced by her parents' long-term sexual activity? If Mom had nothing else to do, she could have taken advantage of her. I made her bed, patted her head, and was about to leave the room when my little cousin suddenly said, "Cousin, how did you know it was your mom's bra?"

I didn't answer her, just gave her a goodnight gesture, closed the door, and ran into Mom's room.

As expected, Mom was sleepwalking again. She sat on the pink bed like a statue. Her glossy, silky black hair cascaded down her shoulders. She wore a black sheer dress, and through the hazy fabric, you could see her porcelain-like breasts, full and prominently displayed, with several lines of black fabric creating distinct waves. A wide nightgown covered her smooth thighs.

The beautiful dishes were served, waiting for me to taste them. In this moment, I felt only immense bliss. I fantasized that my beautiful mother was wearing a black wedding dress, covering her fair and pink body, sleeping gently, waiting for me to ravage her.

I climbed onto the bed and pushed my mother hard. She fell back down, her eyes still half-open. A mist seemed to obscure her vision, preventing her from seeing my loving gaze. I touched her flawless face. My mother's beautiful face had a magic that made me lose my mind. Her expression was sickly pale, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Was she dreaming… of her painful past again?

What should I do? My heart was in turmoil. Knowing my mother's history made it difficult for me to do it. If she knew that her beloved son was on top of her, thrusting and raping her like those two lecherous men, what would she think?

Regardless, I must first help my mother remove that black veil. In the ancient, primitive times, mothers and children didn't need anything to cover their bodies. To know my mother's heart, perhaps we should cuddle naked together. The light veil fluttered down from the bed like a breeze, instantly releasing a subtle fragrance. My mother's body was exposed naked under the bright light.

My thoughts, like a traveler, wandered with my eyes over my mother's beautiful body.

Her towering breasts, made of white porcelain jade, swayed gently with her breath. The pure white peaks, accentuated by the shadows, appeared round and plump, arrogantly displaying their weight and softness; the protruding pink nipples, hiding sweet juice, nurturing the growth of life; her flat abdomen, smooth and jade-like, allowed me to penetrate without hindrance into the fragrant meadow, the lush meadow, rising with the steaming crater.

I smelled the pungent, blood-red flesh, slowly opening the crater. Oily, light pink flesh walls stretched out, the bottom unseen, only the black shadow waiting to be filled.

The glistening, wet flesh, a kaleidoscope of colors—black, brown, red, white, and yellow—wrapped in concentric circles of pubic wrinkles.

My lust erupted symbolically from my mother's vagina, frantically consuming the last vestiges of my conscience. Only the icy pressure of Siberia could extinguish this burning desire.

Since my mother was a beautiful fairy, displaying her delicate, irresistibly alluring body, I was no longer a god. I only knew that I was now a lustful demon, and I wanted to scorch my mother's pristine vulva with my raging lust.

Chang'e, though beautiful, resided in the moon palace. When would mortals ever see a goddess? Even if they did, they could never surpass my mother's exquisite beauty. Therefore, making love with my mother was more beautiful than the lovemaking of immortals. What more could a man ask for?

Do not fear the defilement of your mother; simply return, simply return to the home before I was born.

My mother's beauty, surpassing even that of a celestial being, had corrupted her, and even dragged me, her son, down with her.

I caressed my mother's body with a complaining air, my hands circling her soft breasts, squeezing and grasping them tightly. The milk within swelled, heavy like water bags; each time I pinched one, it swelled the other. My fingers slid up and down her vulva until her labia were warm and my fingers were soaked. Only then did my mother's face react, glowing red like an orange light, her little nose wrinkling slightly.

I tried inserting two fingers into her vulva. Suddenly, her eyes opened slightly, her brows furrowed, her rosy lips trembled slightly, and she sat up abruptly, her little hands flailing wildly…

I jumped to the door, staring for a moment before recovering my terrified state. My heart was still pounding like a stone. What was happening? Did my mother sense my fingers intruding in her dream and try to resist?

Like last time, calling her name to calm her down? A thought flashed through my mind: No!

Last time it was like drugging and raping her; this time, I'll try letting Mom dance around, to taste the freshness

of Mom. I quickly took off my clothes, my slightly trembling penis erect, and sat down behind Mom. I grabbed Mom's buttocks tightly, lifted her up, and helped her sit on my lap. Her body was so heavy that my thick, hard, erect penis was pressed down by Mom's smooth, warm buttocks and couldn't move.

The head of my penis was pressed tightly against Mom's vaginal opening, which was so hot, wet, and tender. The tip of my penis rubbed against the tender skin, and I felt a tingling sensation even without penetration. My thighs and testicles were slightly flattened by Mom's weight. I pressed my whole body against Mom's back, feeling her soft and smooth skin.

My mother's entire body exuded a warm, fragrant scent from its pores. As I inhaled, I gently nibbled and nibbled at her pink neck, leaving patches of red on her snow-white skin. My hands grasped her soft breasts from behind, kneading them vigorously, feeling their heavy, smooth texture. They were warm and soft, and I wanted to swallow them whole, squeezing them firmly. The tender white flesh seemed to bulge as if it were about to burst with oil.

My mother's vagina seemed to sense a giant snake writhing beneath her, contracting uneasily and shedding a few tears. The moistened snake also felt the tingling heat and burning sensation of her flesh, signaling an attack from its nerves.

I turned my mother around, and she gripped my back tightly with both hands. "It hurts! You'll feel better soon!" If I didn't know about my mother's illness, she would be no different from someone who was awake in reality. The only difference was her cloudy eyes, her open mouth, and her wet chin.

Thinking back, I recalled her during the day when she rested on the rock while hiking. Her face was incredibly beautiful, pinkish-white with two rosy blushes, her large eyes as dark as well water, sparkling with life. Strands of hair, ruffled by the breeze, draped over her full, pretty lips. At that time, my heart and soul were captivated by her blood-red, plump lips and her pearly white teeth, a vibrant blend of red and white. Yet, I couldn't reciprocate. Now

, she was right before my eyes, at my beck and call. No time like the present. I moved closer to my mother's face, savoring her fragrant breath. Slowly, I gently touched her lips to the tip of her mouth—sweet and cool. My lips covered hers again, my tongue tracing its path through her mouth before leaving—sweet, smooth, and still cool. I tried this four times before her lips warmed up.

Finally, I opened my eyes, met her beautiful gaze, and sealed her lips with mine, my senses fully engaged.

My mouth was responsible for breathing warm air into her mouth, my nose for discerning the scents from every inch of her mouth, my tongue for tasting the flavor and stickiness of my mother's tongue, my ears for listening to the smacking sounds, my throat for swallowing the fragrant, sweet saliva, and my eyes for scanning my mother's beautiful face up close, telling my brain: Yes, the one I'm kissing is the beautiful mother I've been longing for day and night, and I'm repaying all the debts of desire my mother owes me.

When her jade-white thighs were spread open, her beautiful vulva was aligned with the giant snake, and slowly the giant snake gently kissed the vulva flesh, the hardest point touching the soft, wet vulva flesh, immediately sparking an electric shock, bringing me a tingling, warm, and numb sensation.

I lifted my mother's buttocks, letting my huge glans block the oily vulva from below, the soft, oily vulva flesh, glued together, was torn apart bit by bit by the giant snake. I pressed down on my mother's snow-white buttocks, and with her weight, her buttocks slid smoothly onto my thighs, the warm lustful fluids wetting my penis from top to bottom, along with the squeezing of the inner walls of her vulva.

None of that mattered, because my senses were completely focused on the engulfing penis, the layers of wet, slippery flesh gently biting it—it was so itchy, so incredibly itchy! I needed to stop the itch, so I grabbed my mother's buttocks from behind, lifted them up, and began thrusting violently.

My mother's only reaction was to raise her hands, scratching and groping wildly, her eyes growing increasingly dim.

Every inch of my mother's fair, delicate flesh trembled, so much so that her pearly teeth pierced my tongue. I didn't pull away from her mouth; blood mingled with our saliva, flowing into each other's bodies, blood thicker than water.

The wet grinding of flesh filled and emptied, the intense, pleasurable sensation swelling within me. My mother's warm body had become one with mine; I was back in my mother's beautiful, warm body, the weight of her life supported by my penis.

Time passed second by second. Before me were her beautiful eyes, her small, full nose, and the sweet gap between her lips that I filled. Her firm breasts slapped wantonly against my chest, and her fleshy opening was being torn open by my rock-hard penis. These beautiful colors became the passing scenes of our journey together in paradise, and all of this will become eternal in my memory.

The deepest part of morality, forbidden by mankind for thousands of years, incest between mother and son, was once again scorned by me. I cast aside everything else in the world. Every time my penis entered my mother's fiery, tender flesh, my guilt deepened. The more guilty I felt, the more aroused I became. The more guilty I felt, the more I craved the most lewd scenes. The more guilty I felt, the more pleasure I felt in my heart, because I was in a state of unrestraint in the whole world, even the universe. How I loved the most complete freedom of sex! My mother's body was being abused, and my heart was being abused too, but I was being abused in a free and joyful way!

The sizzling sound of flesh grinding, the opening and closing of her labia, my glistening penis forcing its way through the tender flesh and drilling into her opening, shattered all moral frameworks.

I was almost frantic, and my mother's little hands lost their way because my hips were moving too fast. My mother was quickly captured by my reality in her dream. Her hair was disheveled and fell over her face, her beautiful face was disheveled, her cheeks were flushed and glistening with fine beads of fluid, and my ferocious face was reflected in her big eyes. Her fragrant tongue in her little mouth moved a few times in resistance, and the sticky saliva became thicker and more fragrant. Her snow-white thighs trembled and wrapped around my back. It seemed that she liked this position in her dream, and my hard work made her very satisfied and she ejaculated vaginal fluid.

In front of me, my mother leaned back, and I wrapped my hands around her pink neck to prevent her from falling. When I pulled my penis back with the silicone vaginal muscles, she trembled, and her little hands gripped my back tightly. I thought she was going to bleed! I couldn't believe it. Her buttocks trembled violently, and her vagina contracted and squeezed out vaginal fluid. My glans felt like it was being bitten by a thousand insects, soaking in the hot vaginal flesh. I could only feel a blurry, itchy sensation inside.

Mom, satisfied, stopped moving. Her areolas swelled, and her thighs, initially tense, now opened wide without any resistance. Her body was limp, as if her bones had crumbled, her flesh trembling from the impact of my penis. My tongue filled her soft, round mouth, saliva dripping down her chin. It seemed Mom was very satisfied in her dream; now it was my turn to satisfy her.

Gently laying her down, I first grabbed her feet, placing them on my shoulders, and pressed myself against her until her knees touched her shoulders. This caused her plump, white thighs to squeeze her tender vulva tightly, her full, fleshy opening pitifully facing my penis, her open labia like slippery tofu waiting for a hard rod to pound it open!

My buttocks tightened, and I thrust in with the force of a motor, the soft Simmons mattress swaying weakly with each thrust. My mother breathed my air, her beautiful face contorted in pain, her satisfied expression suppressed by furrowed brows. Her mouth was open, as if trying to expel the foreign object tormenting her.

I squeezed her swaying breasts, spread my legs wide, and pressed down on her bouncing buttocks, digging deeper and deeper into her tender opening, letting her smooth clitoris gently kiss my glans, until my penis was too thick to contain my boundless semen.

Mom, I love you. You always radiate beauty, charm, and a full, voluptuous figure. Your gentle, nurturing care will now be repaid to you with my sperm.

Mom, don't worry about me, don't be sad. Tonight, your son returns to your warm embrace, feeling the body that was once connected to yours by blood. This is not just simple sex, but shattering the millennia-old, insurmountable barrier between mother and child.

I pressed my entire face against her fair and tender face, feeling her breath and every inch of her smooth skin. My penis throbbed, dancing joyfully inside my mother's vagina. Suddenly, it was blocked by the hot, fleshy walls. The sensitive glans was stimulated by the fullness of the touch, biting into my mother's clitoris, breaking through all obstacles, and recklessly ejaculating my sperm into my mother's uterus.

I was born from the sperm in my mother's womb more than ten years ago. Today, I not only came home, but also brought so many brothers and sisters to visit. I wonder if Mom is happy.

My glans trembled and nodded, spurting out the last spurt of sperm. I continued to enjoy the tight, slippery vaginal muscles of my mother's womb as it received my harvest. I looked up, and the large mirror in front of the bed reflected the image of mother and son, naked and stuck together. My mother's hair was disheveled, her beautiful face was haggard, and a trace of tears streamed from the corner of her eye, yet she closed her plump, blood-red lips with a slight upturn at the corners. Her proud,

snow-white breasts were still under my control, dancing plumply. Her glossy black pubic hair was stuck together with her vaginal fluid, and her thick, reddish-brown labia held onto my penis tightly. I slowly pulled out, and my glans reluctantly brought out a trace of semen, stretching out from my mother's vagina and severing the connection.

In short, my mother was now radiant and full, her soft, pitiful legs spread wide, creating the most beautiful, mature, and charming spring picture of a young woman. The glistening, wet pubic hair and milk-smeared vulva, along with the hidden thread that hooked my penis, made me tremble and raise my head a few times in fear.

I didn't continue to climb on top of her and thrust hard; I just pressed my face intimately against hers, licking wherever I felt it was beautiful. Climbing the mountain today was really tiring, and I couldn't help but feel exhausted. Although my mother was alluring, it would be a waste not to have sex with her again. Unfortunately, it was almost dawn, so I got up, tidied myself up, and was about to lie down when I suddenly felt like something was missing. I glanced at my mother again; a black veil covered her full, round breasts, which were swaying gently. My eyes lit up, but I quickly succumbed to sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, I found my mother wasn't by the bedside. I wondered why she hadn't woken me. I stretched and went to the balcony to enjoy the sunlight, only to see my mother still standing there in her pajamas, deep in thought. Her pajamas fluttered in the breeze, revealing the curves of her full breasts in the golden morning light. Her snow-white, rounded thighs were dazzlingly illuminated. My mother should be in the kitchen right now, so why was she here?

My heart skipped a beat, fearing she might discover some clue about my dream of raping her. After all, women are very sensitive about what's done there, even though I had handled things very well.

Chapter Six:
Nothing is more important than the ring that moves with the finger; the sea is endless, but a stabilizing force is indispensable. "Mom, what are you thinking about?" I asked, leaning closer to her.

Mom flinched, startled, and turned around to playfully punch me, scolding, "You brat, trying to give your mom a heart attack?"

Her face was flushed, unlike the vibrant red she'd had from hiking the night before. Now, she was voluptuous and mature, radiant and alluring, her beauty beyond words. I could only describe her as a celestial goddess, a jade maiden from the Jade Pool. Was it

the result of my visit last night? Thinking about it, it made sense. Dad wasn't home, and she was lonely. The love she received had made her like a flower glistening with dew, activating even her most beautiful cells.

I shivered, my penis throbbing with heat. Mom's radiant smile, like a goddess electrified, used her beauty as a weapon to ignite my desire. She pursed her lips and asked, "Son, what's wrong? Haven't you seen an old woman before?"

Her expression was calm and gentle, as beautiful and serene as Qinghai Lake. It seemed Mom hadn't noticed anything, so I relaxed and replied, "Mom, why didn't you wake me up today? Did you make breakfast?"

Mom noticed me glancing at her chest as I spoke, and she pulled her pajamas tighter. I quickly looked back at her, but she avoided my gaze and said, "I felt the air was so fresh this morning, so I came to the balcony. I don't know if it's from the medicine I recently bought or the hiking I did today, but I feel really good and healthy. I just wanted to get some exercise and fresh air. Son… some things… well, let's talk about them another day. I need to make breakfast for my darling first, hehe."

She turned and walked past me to the kitchen, pinching me as she did so. I retaliated immediately—it hurt!

I leaped like a tiger off a cliff! I hugged my fragrant mother, her full, elastic body struggling wildly beneath my arms. The soft contact and the gentle touch of her breasts made me hold on even tighter. My thick, throbbing penis felt the firm resistance of her large buttocks, making me really want to have sex right there!

My vibrant, radiant mother—I carefully examined the beautiful lines on her face. Emerging from my dream, her eyes seemed to be electrified, brightly reflecting the shimmering morning light. Over the past decade, my mother has given me countless impressions, as if a new scene unfolds every day. Her large, bright eyes, whether squinting or open, can transform into two distinct beauties; her rosy lips, whether pursed or smiling, can reveal two beautiful mothers. This is why I can't hold only one picture of my mother while masturbating—her beauty is multifaceted.

My mother, with her large, squinting eyes and sweet smile, awaits my next move. Then a thought flashes through my mind: the longer my father is gone, the gentler my mother becomes towards me, even with my sometimes unruly behavior. Is there some connection? Mom gently tilted her head, her sweet breath tickling her skin as she chuckled, "You little rascal, why are you so dazed? Mother's love is powerful, isn't it? You don't dare seek revenge, do you? Hehe."

"I don't dare! Do you still think I'm your little darling, only good for bedwetting and crying without guts?"

I kept grabbing Mom's ribs, making her ignore my erection. Her smile bloomed like a flower, devoid of its usual reserve, a wanton, seductive laugh. Her silky eyes sparkled with spring-like brilliance, her soft, delicate lips clinging to her sweet cheeks, her milky breath filling the air. Today was the first time I'd seen Mom's most beautiful smile, one she'd always kept hidden. Honestly, it was the first time.

The images of lovers on TV, the woman radiating an electric aura of love transformed into laughter, that intimate, loving expression—Mom's smile now resembled that.

What would a man brimming with testosterone, with healthy sexual function, do when he sees such a beautiful woman, so uninhibited, radiating her most beautiful smile? I boldly embraced her with a kiss. Mom didn't have time to dodge; her big eyes blinked twice, and she stared blankly. My mouth closed her warm, moist lips, which were agape in a smile. Without thinking, her sweet saliva filled my mouth, and the sweetness of love made my heart stop, while Mom's heart pounded the loudest in the world. For a moment, the world spun around us, the blue sky and white clouds becoming our soft breaths.

Just a moment later, Mom pushed me away. She lowered her head, swallowed, straightened her disheveled hair, and looked up, her face flushed. I thought it was all over! My self-control was so weak! My mother pursed her lips, stared into my eyes, and seeing me lower my head in fear, she smiled, pinched my cheeks, and scolded playfully, "You little rascal! You know fear, yet you still dare to kiss your mother? Mom's not going to eat you, what are you afraid of? I've told you, Mom hates kissing the most. Go kiss your girlfriend if you want!"

I looked at my mother, really wanting to tell her that she was my love. Seeing I didn't dare speak, my mother tapped my head. I said angrily, "Mom, hitting my head will make me stupid."

"You are a little fool!"

My mother chuckled and walked out of the room. Looking back at me still standing there, she called me a little fool again and went to the kitchen to cook.

During dinner, Mom asked Xiaolian why she wasn't sleeping with her anymore, and that it was me instead. Xiaolian looked at Mom with a little fear, and was about to answer when I quickly interrupted, "Mom, Xiaolian was woken up by your snoring last night and went to sleep in my room. I had no choice but to suffer and sleep with you."

Mom was puzzled and said, "Do I snore? That's strange, why didn't anyone tell me? You're lying to me, you brat!"

"Auntie is right, Brother Anan is right."

Mom seemed to believe me and stopped asking questions. I was happy that my cousin agreed with me, so I quickly put some food on her plate. My little cousin smiled at me. Damn, this girl will definitely be a great beauty when she grows up. Her eyes are lively and alluring, even more seductive than her mother. That charming smile was like poison, buried in my heart, and my penis nodded in agreement. That pink little pussy... I was lost in thought when Mom patted my head and laughed, scolding, "Why are you looking at your cousin while eating?"

Time flew by. A week later, senior year of high school began. After I started having sex, I began to pay attention to the girls around me. If a female classmate was pretty, I would speculate on how to insert the penis into her vagina. I bought almost every issue of the magazines sold on the ground floor of the bookstore.

My uncle didn't send much money to my cousin, but my mother gave her quite a lot. However, I noticed that my little cousin was quite extravagant. A few days ago, she bought lipstick that cost almost a hundred yuan. If her father found out, she would definitely be scolded to death.

One day, I got home early because the field was too wet to play soccer. My mother wasn't in the bathroom. I always hoped she would leave the bathroom door open when she showered.

I opened the door to my room, and there was my little cousin lying on my bed, one hand inside her school uniform skirt, and the other holding my Asian sex magazine!

Masturbating! And reading my pornographic book?! This…

My little cousin was startled when she saw me. She screamed "Ah—!", quickly put down the magazine, pulled up her wet underwear, and ran out. I stared blankly at the open page of the book on the floor. A male was half-squatting, his penis forcefully inserted into one of the pages. How lewd!

Why was my little cousin's pussy so itchy? No, I had to ask her, and I wouldn't allow her to touch my things again. Most importantly, that pink mound of flesh she'd just exposed in front of me had a fatal allure.

I knocked on my little cousin's door a dozen times before she opened it. Seeing it was me, she tried to close the door, but I grabbed her tightly. She struggled desperately, crying, "What are you doing, cousin? Let me go..."

"You little rascal, peeking at my books! I told you not to rummage through my drawers! I'm going to punish you!"

My little cousin looked at me with a charmingly pitiful expression, her big eyes flashing alluringly. She stuck out her pink tongue and smiled, saying, "Cousin, the drawer was open! I just wanted to borrow your MP3 player. I saw a few books about men and women fighting inside, so I looked at them. Why are you being so stingy, cousin!"

"Then what are you rubbing your hands with your pants down? You weren't peeing on my bed, were you?"

Hearing this, Xiaolian knew she couldn't explain herself, so she made a face, sat on the bed, pulled down her ponytail, and lightly brushed it a few times. Her glossy black hair, like a shimmering silver river, spread across her cute face. Her dark pupils were filled with a clear mist, her small nose was slightly wrinkled, and her cute little tiger teeth gleamed in her red lips.

"Cousin, do you like me?"

"Little brat, so what if I like you? Don't get any ideas. If you act so lewd in front of me, I might rape you!"

Xiaolian laughed wildly after hearing this. Her clear, bell-like laughter was a real treat. Xiaolian glanced at me, lowered her head, and said, "Cousin, if you have the guts, I can help you get to know a girl's body."

I was surprised by her boldness, sat down next to her, and asked if she was a virgin. Xiaolian touched my penis and whispered that she wasn't a virgin anymore: her first time was taken by Uncle Er Gou next door after school. It's that damned Er Gou again! Just wait, I'll get my revenge one day!

She continued, saying that her family didn't have a TV before, and every night her parents would go to bed early to play rough. The horrific sexual assault gradually turned into curiosity, even a kind of desire. She even had sex with male classmates on the mountain a few times. So she was very curious about sex, and would secretly peek at any man she liked's genitals. That little slut!

I was completely bewildered. A seventh-grade girl, because of her parents' indiscretions and the sexual assault by her evil neighbor, was so open about sex. The little girl had tasted the forbidden fruit far too early. Just

as I was thinking about how to teach her, Xiao Lian slowly took off her school uniform. Two full, pink breasts, their pointed tips exposed on her white body, her pink areolas blooming like early spring flowers, her peanut-sized nipples hard and eager for nourishment.

My eyes gleamed like a hungry wolf's, but I couldn't stop her. She continued, pulling up her skirt, her thighs shyly closing but still opening wide. The tender white mounds of flesh tore open the sticky fleshy folds in an extremely obscene way, revealing the small red clitoris peeking out from left to right. This felt like a heavy hammer blow to my forehead, making my mouth dry and almost suffocating.

Xiaolian's beautiful eyes were filled with wanton lust, her pretty and lovely face carrying a bewitching charm. Her plump, tender white flesh made me want to take a bite. I swallowed and said, "Xiaolian, I want..."

The little girl was now much more generous than before. She walked up to me, pressed her trembling, round breasts against my abdomen, and gently placed her delicate white hands on my throbbing lower body. She raised her head and laughed wantonly, her smile as beautiful as a little angel fallen from heaven, yet carrying a devilish and deadly temptation. Her pert breasts swayed and trembled, and she blinked her big, playful eyes a few times, saying in a cat-like voice, "Cousin, do you like me? Hehe, what will you do if I don't give myself to you?"

My mind went blank. This was the first time I'd been teased by a slut, and this lecherous wolf had completely lost his composure! Xiaolian didn't stop harassing me. Instead, she slipped her warm, smooth hand through my crotch, grasped my erect glans, and rubbed it with her slender, jade-like fingers. A lewd smell instantly rose, and my throbbing glans, gripped and teased by that hand, made me ejaculate a trickle of semen.

My cousin looked at me teasingly, wrinkled her nose, and changed her hand to a cupped grip. With the lubrication of her semen, her warm, jade-like hand became a deadly weapon. "Ah...ah..." So good! The pleasure made me bend over, and the uncontrollable lust made me lose control again. I wanted this naive little girl's tender pussy. Perhaps some people would morally condemn me, but I couldn't think about it anymore.

I placed my hand on Xiaolian's shoulder, trying to push her down, but she quickly jumped onto the bed, hands on her hips, grinning at me. Her black hair shimmered golden in the slanting sunlight streaming through the window, her delicate breasts, framed by wisps of sunlight, appeared round and tender. Her dark vulva, with its thin labia covered in sparse pubic hair, revealed pink clitoris that stood out starkly against the darkness. She tilted her head, furrowing her brow, and said, "Hehehe, cousin, I was just joking with you. You took it seriously! Why are men so impatient? Auntie's coming back soon! Get out."

"Even if your own mother came, I'd take you!"

Damn it, she's already got me all fired up, and now she wants to stop? Does she want my little penis to explode? I lunged at her, but my little cousin cried out, giggling as she dodged my attack. She grabbed her clothes and tried to leave, but I grabbed her slender waist like lightning. She trembled with laughter in my arms—truly a fiery beauty! I eagerly grasped her small, soft breasts, squeezing and sucking. Xiaolian glared at me fiercely, scolding, "Cousin, you're so bad! Let me go, let's do it again tonight, okay? Auntie will be back soon..."

I ignored her. If my mom came, I'd do her too! But it was this little girl's pink, pouting lips that caught my attention.

Before she could finish speaking, I kissed her. Unlike my mother, her lips were warm when I kissed her. My tongue struggled to pry open her closed teeth, and her sweet, apple-flavored saliva immediately moistened my tongue, sliding into my mouth, swallowing it, turning into breath, and returning to her mouth.

She stared at me with wide, large eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, her breath rapid. I could feel her gasping for air; she probably hadn't been kissed before. My tongue moved nimbly, teasing her numb little pink tongue. She tried to turn her head away, trying to escape my grasp, but I quickly grabbed her again, sucking harder.

She mumbled incoherently, "No, no." I had no choice but to grab her plump, tender breasts firmly with my hands. I

squeezed them hard—wow, so soft, so elastic, firm yet just the right size to hold in one hand, the weight just right. As I kneaded them more intensely, my other hand caressed her smooth flesh, pinching wherever there was flesh, all the way down to her slightly raised mound of flesh. Just as my hand touched her wet, slippery vulva, Xiaolian trembled, grabbed my invading hand with one hand, and shook her head. I ignored her and forcefully inserted two fingers inside.

"Statement: This is proof of everything (Me: How old are you, cousin?) (Xiao Lian: I'm seventeen.) (Me: Huh? Wasn't that right before?) (Xiao Lian: Stupid! Needed for posting)"

Her tight little pussy, moist and warm, her white, tender flesh reddened from my fingers' rubbing and probing. Before I could fully insert my fingers, they were blocked by the soft flesh walls. Xiao Lian forcefully broke free from my tightly clenched mouth, breathing rapidly, her voice trembling as she said, "Cousin, how can you play with people like this? Other boys just climb on top and insert into...that place, but you're both kissing and inserting, and kissing like this is so dirty, so annoying!"

"Alright, alright, since you need my penis so much, cousin will give it to you."

I patted her thigh, pinched her snow-white buttocks, and said, "Cousin, turn your body around, cousin will lubricate it for you first, I guarantee the pleasure will be overwhelming."

"Hmph, it's not like I want you. I just saw you don't have a girlfriend, so I wanted to help you experience the taste of a woman. Besides, if you want me, you'll have to give me your MP3 player, okay?"

"So, you just want my MP3 player, huh? Easy, hurry up and bend over!"

Xiaolian rolled her eyes at me, then gave me a sly smile. Her cute little face was so smooth and delicate, it looked like it would drip juice if you pinched it. She pointed to her pouty little wet lips, her pink little tongue sticking out, indicating that I should taste it. (Damn, didn't this slut just say that kissing was dirty? She's got a taste for it now.)

Her moist little tongue glistened with slippery saliva. I leaned in and deeply smelled the sweet taste of this little beauty's saliva. The healthy little girl's tongue had a fruity fragrance.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip of hers, saliva mingling with saliva, then began to forcefully hook and slap her tongue, swallowing it whole and sucking and swirling it until she was somewhat dazed. I forcefully turned her around, my cousin's pink and white buttocks facing my trembling penis in a wanton manner.

Her black school uniform skirt covered one side of her buttocks, the black and white creating a striking contrast. I pulled her school uniform skirt up to her fleshy back, spreading her buttocks apart, exposing her extremely obscene vulva completely before my eyes.

The pink and tender flesh was very thin, even the small red lines were clearly visible. I slapped her vulva with my huge penis, and her vulva immediately trembled, a trickle of clear, lustful fluid flowing out.

My glans pressed against her wet, sticky opening, rubbing up and down. My thick, hard penis arched, squeezing my cousin's flesh out of shape. The little beauty tilted her head back, gasped, and looked back at my treasure, frowning as she whispered, "Cousin, your cock is too big. It might tear me apart. Don't... ah... no, be gentle... ah... ah ah!"

I've already conquered the city, and she still wants to stop me from planting my flag? No way! Before she could finish speaking, my penis was already about to thrust straight in. Ah, it's really too narrow!

The thin, dark red opening was blocked by my huge glans, making it impossible to insert an inch of flesh. I held her slender waist, feeling her trembling. One small hand tightly gripped the sheet, while the other covered her open mouth. It seems Xiaolian hasn't encountered my large penis yet. It's a pity that her precious hymen was swallowed by that beast Er Gou! Since it's already a useless weapon, there's no need to pity it.

With one hand, I poked, squeezed, pinched, and hooked at the crevice where our genitals were tightly connected. Her vagina helplessly wept, allowing my penis to escape its predicament and carve a path of lustful fluid. I channeled my inner energy and thrust in with fierce force!

"Ah! Cousin, it hurts so much! I don't want it anymore! Pull it out quickly... ah..."

My engorged penis, like a sharp weapon, brutally tore through the slippery vaginal walls, its difficult base swallowed by the narrow, tender flesh. The insertion, without any depth or restraint, saw the terrifyingly large penis stretching the thin mound of flesh

until it bulged, like a snake swallowing an elephant, suffocating the small vagina. Actually... I was in excruciating pain too. My skin must have been torn. The sensation of pain, itchiness, and pleasure stretched my nerves, and my burning, fiery clitoris desperately sucked at this uninvited guest.

"Cousin, you're shaking, can't take it anymore? Pull it out quickly, don't ejaculate!"

"Shut up, do you think I'm that kind of incompetent little brother? That's ridiculous! That's my little penis thanking the good luck and bowing in worship!"

My little cousin chuckled, her rosy cheeks turning back to glare at me, but she quickly opened her pearly white teeth and bared them. The girl's charming and cute expression made my heart flutter. Her white little buttocks immediately blossomed, and I began to release my lust with thrusting.

A bead of sweat splashed from my cousin's white, plump little buttocks, making a puddle on the bed. I held her slender waist, gripped her throbbing nipples, and rapidly thrust into her wet hole. My huge penis was quickly pulled out, and her hole immediately squeezed out fluid. With a squelch, it was inserted again, even the little labia that were peeking out were dragged and pressed inside.

The little beauty's tender white skin trembled, her snow-white flesh quivering. Her buttocks bounced with each thrust, creating ripples. She writhed and moaned softly, gripping the sheets tightly. The penetration of my penis, several centimeters larger than her, into her delicate opening was truly a tremendous test! The penis went in completely, the tender core unable to withstand such blunt force. I suspected her core would bleed.

Like a giant riding a pony, I almost pushed her away with a little force. Her beautiful, lovely face, her plump flesh, and her delicate, petite body—I felt not only endless tightness and pleasure in the narrow thrusts, but also a great sense of satisfaction and conquest.

Just as my penis released a few drops of pleasurable semen, the sound of the door slamming shut reached our ears. Mom was home!

I couldn't hold back any longer. I pressed my panicked little cousin tightly against my crotch, gripping her big buttocks so hard they almost split open. I frantically thrust into her already mangled, tender pussy. My penis couldn't withstand such rapid, satisfying, and intense thrusting, and my semen gushed out like a dam bursting. I quickly used my fingers to widen my cousin's vaginal opening because it was too narrow; her little hole couldn't handle so much semen. Trembling with ecstatic pleasure, my penis felt like it was pulling all my nerves away. I gave my entire being to my dear little cousin's sweet little hole.

But my cousin didn't appreciate it. She pushed me away, her face turning red and white, her buttocks raised high, letting clumps of semen drip onto the floor. She turned back and cursed at me, accusing me of planting my seed in her flower garden. I had no choice but to reluctantly spread her legs to let all the semen flow out, but I figured eight-tenths of it had definitely gone into her uterus. I'd have to go buy her some medicine later; this was no joke.

My mother called my name from downstairs. I patted my cousin's little bottom and hurriedly ran downstairs. ( 　　Chapter Seven :

When passion is intense, one forgets oneself and becomes indistinguishable from one another .) 　　As I descended the stairs, I saw my mother standing in the living room carrying a bag of groceries. 　　She was startled by my appearance and chuckled, saying, "You're such a grown-up, how come you're wearing your clothes backwards, and your zipper isn't zipped up? Did you just wake up?" 　　I quickly explained that I was very tired after coming back, so I went to sleep. When my mother called me, I hastily put on my clothes and came downstairs. My mother didn't say anything more and turned to put the groceries on the table and tidy them up. 　　However, my mother's beauty after her facial was a little startling. Her hair was dyed a light brown, which shone with a golden light in the setting sun. Her rosy cheeks were powdered with orange-yellow face powder, making her look crystal clear and lovely. Her pink lips were glossy and full. Everything was truly colorful and incredibly beautiful. 　　My mother was wearing a white silk blouse and a gray skirt suit. Her dignified appearance, combined with her striking beauty, made her resemble a beautiful news anchor on television. However, her full breasts and large hips were far too sexy; she'd be more suited to being a pornographic director. She placed a bag of groceries on the table and busied herself tidying them up. I went over, hugged her warmly, and asked, "Mom, what's up? You woke me up. How are you going to make it up to me?"

My butt swayed and wiggled playfully, but damn it, the zipper wasn't even zipped up yet, and my fleshy bottom suddenly touched my mother's soft buttocks, waving its flag and bulging out in a triumphant gesture. Of course, it was still attached to my underwear, and the huge tension actually hurt.

My mother turned around, smiled, hugged me, kissed my forehead, and put a strawberry in my mouth. I quickly sucked on my mother's finger, and my mother playfully smacked my head, wrinkling her little nose as she asked, "Son, it smells a bit. Did you wash your feet?"

At that moment, my penis was flicked by my mother's buttocks, and I felt a secret pleasure. Hearing my mother say there was a smell, I smelled it myself, and there really was a fishy smell coming from my body. Thinking about it, wasn't that the smell of my semen? I panicked and quickly pulled away from my mother, saying, "No, it's just that the fish you bought was too fishy."

My mother turned around and saw my erect penis bulging through my underwear, peeking out. Her face flushed, and she shoved a bag of strawberries into my hand, saying, "Mom bought you your favorite strawberries. Go and eat them with your cousin. Remember to put your clothes on properly, and wash your feet if you haven't already. I'm going to cook now."

She then casually gestured towards my penis, hastily brushing her hair to hide her surprise, and swayed her shapely hips as she walked towards the kitchen.

Back in my cousin's room, it was empty. Oh right, I still needed to buy medicine. I was too tired to go, but I thought I'd check the medicine cabinet. I remembered there were lots of condoms and aphrodisiacs on the innermost shelf; maybe birth control pills too! After searching for a while

, I finally found a box of birth control pills, and surprisingly, a box of super-strong Spanish fly aphrodisiac. The box had large words on it: "Caution! One pill at a time. Due to its strong effects, this medicine is contraindicated without a sexual partner."

"Go ahead, stronger than Viagra? But let's try a few pills sometime and see if it's an exaggeration."

Back in my cousin's room, she was sitting on the edge of the bed humming a little tune, combing her wet, shiny black hair. Her full breasts were faintly visible through her white t-shirt, her pink nipples wet and red, clearly visible. Her fair legs were exposed. The little vixen, fresh from her bath, was truly beautiful and charming.

I sneaked over, hugged her with one arm, and slipped the other into her t-shirt. Like a dragon entering the sea, I splashed waves of milk. My cousin was startled at first, then looked up at me, gritted her teeth, and twisted my nipple with her hand. Ah, it hurts! I finally understood the pain of a woman having her nipples pinched.

I quickly stuffed a strawberry into her little mouth. My cousin's anger turned to joy; when there's something nice to offer, anger vanishes. Seeing I had a whole bag, she snatched it away, chewed a few times, and the strawberries disappeared into her mouth. Watching her made my mouth itch. I pleaded with her, "Little Lian, as the ancients said, 'When you drink water, remember its source.' Don't just enjoy it yourself; I took it."

Little Lian sucked her index finger, opened her big, watery eyes, and grinned, her little mouth full of red strawberry juice, saying, "The strong prey on the weak. If you want to eat, you have to use your brain, hehe."

Damn, do you think I'm a weakling? Just as she was grinning from ear to ear, I quickly covered her mouth, my tongue sweeping away the strawberry bits and sweet saliva from her mouth. Sure enough, it was sour, sweet, and very slippery. Her little hole swallowed my semen; I also wanted to use her sweet saliva to moisturize my body, but I wondered if it would work?

My cousin, caught between my teeth, gasped for breath and coughed muffledly. I needed to let her breathe; I wasn't going to let her suffocate over a strawberry. There was plenty of good fortune to come.

A trickle of thick, red strawberry juice slid from her lips to mine. My cousin gasped several times, pouting angrily, wiping her wet, red lips with her hand. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she grabbed four or five strawberries, stuffing them into my mouth. Before I could spit them out, her warm, fragrant, wet mouth sealed my lips. I struggled, but my hand pressed against Xiaolian's soft breasts. I tried to stand up, but her full mound pressed down on me, my erect penis immediately sinking into her concave vulva. I was caught in a dilemma, unable to attend to both ends—retribution came swiftly. With such

warm, fragrant beauty before me, how could a hero resist? I didn't disappoint my cousin's heart. I immediately and decisively let go of her plump, fragrant breasts, hugged her with one hand, and with the other hand, I yanked down her panties. Pulling off my own panties, I aimed my penis at my cousin's clean, dry vulva and thrust it in hard. Her labia twitched, and my hard penis slid in all the way. The wet, hot sensation made me shudder. It was so tight.

My cousin was caught off guard by my sudden attack. Her buttocks reacted instinctively, making a loud "squelch" sound, but she quickly pulled away from my mouth, frowning and blushing, saying, "Cousin, are you trying to kill me? You just did it once and you want to do it again? No way! I just took a shower, your mother will ask if I go to shower again. Let me go!"

Oh well, I can deal with her later tonight. It's almost dinnertime anyway, so I'll let her off this time. I retaliated by pinning her down and thrusting into her vagina dozens of times quickly and forcefully, each time pulling my entire penis almost out of the glans before plunging it in again, making her buttocks slap loudly. Her poor labia minora were swollen and thickened, which aroused my pity. I only let her go when I was almost ejaculating.

My little cousin, catching her breath, saw me touching and rubbing my penis and became curious. She pulled up her underwear, rubbed her vulva, and then squatted down in front of me to watch me masturbate. Seeing my pained expression, she asked, "Cousin, what's wrong?

Is this painful?"

"If you finish eating a strawberry and find it both sour and sweet, your mouth watering and you want another, but someone refuses to give you any more, how would you feel? It's the same logic as me being stopped when I'm really enjoying your little pussy."

"Then... how about I help you eat the strawberry? Like that picture in your book where the girl eats the boy's penis, I'll help you eat it?"

"You mean playing the flute? Okay, that way I won't ejaculate there. Come on, my dear cousin, I'll never forget your kindness." My

cousin turned around and grabbed a box of tissues, frantically wiping my penis until I grimaced in pain. Then she squeezed the juice from a strawberry and dripped it onto my erect penis. It was so cold and refreshing. My burning penis shuddered immediately upon contact with the juice. What was my cousin trying to do? Did she want to give my penis a strawberry feast?

Her pink little tongue, wet and slippery with barbs, was such a cute little thing. She took the lead, lightly touching the slit of my glans. Wow, a million-watt electric shock! Cold and itchy, Xiaolian tested it out and thought it was okay, so she moved her tongue and rolled it around my penis. It was slippery and light. My throat trembled, and I felt like I was about to burst into flames. I gently stroked Xiaolian's hair to encourage her.

Xiaolian's fleshy tongue pressed against the head of my penis, her small mouth slightly open, gently allowing my shaft to slip inside. She then took it in, her mouth immediately moving and sucking rhythmically, the suction sending waves of sensation directly to my nerve endings. Xiaolian quickened her sucking and stroking, waves of warm sensation sending me soaring to the heavens.

My cousin, seeing me writhing in agony, clutching the sheets and howling like a wolf, tried to ease my pain. Her beautiful eyes were incredibly alluring, her long eyelashes fluttering with each swallow of my penis. Her rosy cheeks bulged from the insertion of my shaft, and every time my penis reached those tender cheeks, I felt an urge to pierce that skin.

My cousin, perhaps hurt, stopped sucking on the condom and gently bit my glans with her pearly white teeth, then rubbed and nibbled at it. Oh...oh...oh...it's so tingly and itchy! And that wasn't all; her warm, lubricated tongue joined the fray, its tip rapidly teasing my urethral opening. I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that I grabbed her swaying, high, white breasts and squeezed them desperately, trying to extract her milk.

But I was the first to give in. When my thick, dark penis was once again completely swallowed by my cousin's beautiful, lovely face, a clear stream of semen was immediately spurted out. Ah...ah...ah...I held my cousin's head tightly, pressing it deep against my crotch, ejaculating every drop of semen into her plump little mouth.

The hot semen, carrying the heat of my entire body, surged into my cousin's soft, wet mouth. Her pearly white teeth were coated with the cloudy semen, and her pink tongue darted out, licking it before swallowing.

Don't blame me for being too fast; I simply couldn't resist the intoxicating suction of such a small, tight mouth. My head was buzzing, and only when my heartbeat calmed down did I hear my mother calling us from downstairs for dinner. My legs went weak as I walked downstairs, this time fully clothed. I gave the whole packet of birth control pills to my cousin; there would be plenty of opportunities later.

Three weeks passed quickly. During this time, my cousin and I made love in the kitchen, bathroom, balcony, and even on my mother's bed. My mother always angrily complained about the neighbor's cat, cursing the little bastard for always coming to our house to pee. My cousin and I would blush when we heard this. There was no way around it; Xiaolian was just so wet. After only two or three thrusts, several drops would drip out—it looked more like a pee than a stream of urine!

Whenever I have free time, I drag my mom out to play, carefully planning activities to exhaust her. Although she always scolds me for having too many tricks up my sleeve, she always fulfills my reasonable requests. We play ping-pong, tennis, go for morning runs, go hiking—lots of exercise! In the past three weeks, my mom has sleepwalked more than four times, and of course, I've had sex with her four times, which is my biggest wish.

Now, my mom is so beautiful that everyone in the neighborhood can see it. The older women and the girls in her friends' companies all ask her where she goes for beauty treatments, commenting on her rosy complexion, radiant skin, and how it's almost as if you could squeeze water out of it. My mom smiles broadly as she recommends her favorite beauty salon, but all the credit goes to me—incest has such an effect!

My mom often wonders why, without her husband around, she hasn't become a haggard old woman, but instead remains so radiant and glowing, her body becoming noticeably fuller and younger. This makes her even more convinced that the expensive traditional Chinese medicine beauty product recommended by the salesperson is justified—four hundred yuan a box!

Sometimes she would stand in the dressing room, gently pinching and caressing her full, perky, snow-white breasts. The smooth, elastic feel made her smile as she gently swayed her breasts, the snow-white flesh trembling and flaunting its beautiful curves. She would even rub her ample mounds together, almost making me, who was secretly watching, have a nosebleed. Although it wasn't anything too intense, she had never done this before when changing clothes; at most, she would touch her face.

Everything indicated that she was secretly aroused, and my mother was already addicted to what I was doing. My father was so incompetent; it seemed he had never satisfied her.

In her sleepwalking state, she had no memory of what happened; no reaction. Yet, her body was very familiar with my bear-like body on top of her. In her hazy state, she was driven to be close to me, to tease me. Although mother and son were innocent, the frequent intimate physical contact and collisions were rare between mother and son.

Sometimes, Mom would feel that some of our actions were too intimate, blushing and stopping, but she would quickly pull me into her arms, squeezing and pinching me here and there. Of course, I wouldn't let myself be tormented so easily; I would retaliate by pinching and pinching every inch of Mom's body.

That day, after playing and frolicking with Mom for a while, we were tired and watched TV together in each other's arms. I should have forgotten everything with my head on Mom's full breasts, but the plot still captivated me: a very filial son was diagnosed with a terminal illness. On his sickbed, he said to his mother, who was crying her eyes out, "Dad, Mom, I didn't have any attachment to this world, but I'm afraid of leaving you, afraid of going there alone. When you have time, burn some photos of Dad and you for me. If there is an afterlife, I will come back to repay you."

"I never realized that happiness was all around me. When it's time to say goodbye, I regret it and can't be with my parents anymore. You only want to have something again after you lose it! I won't be able to go to Grandma's grave next Qingming Festival..."

His mother and father each hugged one of him. Separation by life and death is an inescapable law for everyone.

I looked at my mother, my eyes welling up with tears. She was sobbing, her hand covering her mouth. I asked, "Mom, do you love me? If we were to be separated one day, how could I bear all this love?"

My mother paused for a moment, her eyes shifting from the television to my face. She gently stroked my cheek and whispered, "No, Mom won't leave you, baby. Mom loves you so much, she won't leave..."

"What if I'm like in the TV show..."

Suddenly, unexpectedly, her warm, fragrant lips gently covered my mouth, silencing my words. Cold tears dripped into my wide eyes. I didn't close my eyes because of the pain, but instead looked into her tender, loving eyes, our lips pressed together, breathing each other's deepest breaths.

A moment later, her soft lips parted from mine. She wiped her eyes and whispered, "Son, don't talk nonsense like that anymore. My heart can't bear these words. It's late, go to sleep." With a bewildered look, she walked towards her room.

I sat there, stunned, covering my lips, still carrying my mother's scent, thinking about her bold move today. Had her feelings for me, hinted at by the TV drama, begun to change? Is it acceptable to kiss one's son on the lips? Foreigners generally believe kissing is perfectly acceptable, but my mother is different. Has she abandoned her long-held belief that kisses are only for lovers, or does she see me as…? Tonight, I'll be sleepless again. Little cousin, you'd better not knock on my door, or you'll be in for a world of hurt.

Thinking about it all night, life is so short, and the process is so important. How to face death? I think that as long as I've done what I love most, I won't be afraid when darkness falls.

I slept haphazardly until morning, when my mother's voice calling me to get up reached my ears. Suddenly, an idea struck me—I'd play a prank on her. So I pretended to fall off the bed. Hearing a loud thud, my mother rushed into my room. Seeing me lying motionless on the floor, she was startled. She patted my face and hurriedly asked, "Honey, what happened? How did you fall off the bed? Talk to me! Talk to me! Wake up! Don't scare your mother..."

I pretended to toss and turn, groaning and moaning in pain. Normally, my mother would have seen through this and might even have kicked me. But the TV show last night probably made her a little nervous and she didn't realize I was faking it. Beads of sweat dripped down my mother's face. She hurriedly tried to lift me up and put me back on the bed, but alas, a beautiful woman is delicate and easily hurt. My pig-like body couldn't move an inch. My mother gritted her teeth and tried to lift me up, but I used my strength to pin her down.

Looking at my lifeless face, Mom forgot that my heavy body was pressing down on her. She patted my face, and when I didn't react, she thought I had fainted. She tried pressing my philtrum, and when I peeked into her eyes, I saw tears welling up. Huh? Has Mom really gone mad? Can't she even see through my act? Where did my usually sharp-witted mom go? Mom called my name loudly and slowly started to cry. I knew that if I kept pretending, I might be accused of familial betrayal, so I quickly made a face.

My mother was startled at first, but as tears streamed into her open mouth, her sorrow turned to joy. She chuckled a few times, then her face fell again, and she scolded angrily, "You little devil, are you really trying to scare your mother silly? Get up, or I'll give you some discipline!"

I didn't answer, but just looked at my mother's tear-streaked face, lovingly wiping away the winding tear tracks. Then I hugged her tightly. My mother loved me so much, and I couldn't suppress the burning passion within me. I kissed my way down her forehead, eyebrows, eyelashes, nose, warm, moist lips, chin, and snow-white neck, my hands exploring her hot body. When my face buried itself in her high breasts, she forcefully pushed my head away.

Her chest heaved, her hair disheveled, her breath short and shallow, her snow-white face veiled in a transparent blush. In her eyes, there was still the bewilderment and strangeness she had been looking at me recently, but I knew that now her eyes held more fear—fear of this mother-son relationship turning sour and becoming uncontrollable.

"Ahem... Child, go downstairs and eat. The food is getting cold. Don't ever do that to your mother again... um, I'm going downstairs now."

My mother didn't look at me again and hurriedly went downstairs. I didn't see her eat with me at dinner; it seems she was hiding in her room thinking.

After that, Mom consciously began to distance herself from me. When we were together, she became the strict mother she used to be, constantly lecturing me about my studies, without the gentle affection she once showed. At first, I really couldn't stand it. I had thought Mom would gradually accept my love, but it felt like a dream.

However, I noticed that Mom also started to notice my flirtatious behavior with my cousin. Sometimes she would get very angry with us, even telling my cousin to be careful. My cousin didn't change much, continuing to cling to me, laughing and joking, which greatly displeased Mom. It felt like her own possessions were being constantly defiled, and these feelings were building up over time, waiting to explode…

Two weeks later, Dad called. The content was the same: he said he was busy and, to save money, he wouldn't come back to China to see us, but would return for the New Year. Mom hung up before he finished speaking, telling me that Dad didn't want Mom and me anymore, and that I should work hard, have my own career, and not be like Dad, only concerned with things I couldn't take with me. It seemed her feelings for Dad had plummeted to an all-time low.

I didn't say anything, just that I needed to study, and went back to my room. I didn't notice the look on my mother's face as I left. When I entered the room, my cousin was already engrossed in reading the several adult magazines I'd just bought. I went over and snatched the books away, but she resisted and tried to grab them back. The two of us became entangled on the bed. I pinned her down, groping her fleshy body, my thighs clamping her legs. Just as I was about to make love to her, she pushed me away forcefully and ran off the bed. I turned to chase after her but saw my mother leaning against the door, arms crossed

, looking at me with a displeased expression. My soul practically flew out of my body. Coming to my senses, I quickly covered the magazines with the blanket. My mother walked over expressionlessly, pulled back the blanket, and grabbed the books, carrying them away. My heart pounded wildly! Thump, thump, thump.

At that moment, I only had one thought: I was going to die if I didn't. Although I dared to go at it hard on top of my delirious mother, I was terrified that she would actually find out about my erotic books. I'd always been a good student; I wondered what her reaction would be if she discovered I was hiding so many sex books…

"Mom, these books were left behind by a classmate who came over to play. Please don't blame me!"

My mother gave a cold laugh, walked to the drawer, opened it, grabbed a few books, fanned them, and said, "Good son, are these still your classmates' books?"

"Oh, Mom, you've been peeking at other people's books!"

"What? I read your books? I'd be just like you, you big pervert! I found it yesterday while cleaning your room. I can't believe my son, whom I always thought was so innocent and honest, is so shameless, reading such disgusting books!"

My mother was furious, launching into an endless tirade of abuse, bringing up every wrong thing I'd done since I was four. I forced myself to listen, until I was dizzy, my heart was pounding, and I suddenly stood up and shouted, "Enough! My mistakes are nothing compared to yours!"

"What? What did you say? Mom would read this too? I'll talk to your dad when he calls and have him come and judge!"

“Yes, you can tell him about Er Gou and Old Huang.”

Upon hearing this, Mom’s soul seemed to leap into the sky. She stood there dumbfounded, clutching her chest in horror as she stared at me. Her face turned deathly pale, her lips trembling. She took a few steps back and said in a trembling voice, “Who told you this? Who knows about these things? How… how do you know? It’s impossible. Nobody knows about this. Nobody knows…”

My heart skipped a beat. I had decided never to tell anyone about these things, but Mom’s scolding had pushed me to the limit, and everything had spilled out. How could I deal with Mom, who was now showing signs of mental instability? Who could save me?

Mom was like someone stripped naked, all the humiliation hidden deep within her heart being pulled out at once. She couldn’t believe I knew, and that I had brought it up face to face. Large tears welled up in her eyes and slid down her cheeks.

She walked up to me step by step, half-squatting down and looking at me. Tears welled in her large, watery eyes, and in their depths, I could see the turmoil in her heart. A little more blow and my mother would surely break down. I gently supported her and said, "Mom, I was just talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart. Let me help you back to your room to sleep. Forget about today."

My mother didn't reply. She was shocked and ashamed that her son knew what had happened; a mother's dignity had been completely shattered. She analyzed the seriousness of the situation. If word got out, Dad would definitely divorce Mom; she, who usually acted arrogantly at work, would be ridiculed and mocked; her wealthy friends would spread the word far and wide. Even a small wrinkle in someone's social circle spreads quickly, let alone something like this.

After much thought, Mom concluded that the key was to control the source! Control the source, and the disastrous consequences would be prevented. So Mom grabbed my shoulders and said, "Son, does anyone else know about this? Tell Mom, please!"

"Mom, please don't be angry when I tell you."

"I won't be angry. If you tell Mom, I can give you two months' allowance."

"Who cares about your allowance? Forget it, don't make you too anxious. I'll tell you. Only I know this. One day when I was playing in the study, I found your treasure trove. One of the notebooks was full of writing... I'm sorry, Mom, I peeked into your privacy. I'm so sorry. But those things you did..."

After Mom learned that only I knew, a huge weight lifted from her chest, and her face wasn't as panicked as before. Now she was just waiting to shut me up. Mom looked up and begged me to keep it a secret, especially from Dad and her friends. I shook my head and said, "Maybe I'll let it slip someday, and Mom just scolded me so badly." Mom's face turned pale. She grabbed my hand and cried, begging me to do anything as long as I didn't tell anyone.

I'd been waiting for those words. I'd been dreaming of my beautiful, alluring mother saying them. I picked her up, held her close, and let her soft, bouncy buttocks sit on my erect, pointed penis. My mother looked at me, wondering what I was doing. I pressed my face tightly against her beautiful, pink face and whispered in her ear, "Mom, be my bride for three days, and I'll keep this secret to myself forever."

"Son, stop joking. This isn't time for playing house. Let's talk seriously. Do you want a computer? Mom will buy it for you, okay?"

I brought up that request again, saying that if she didn't agree, then forget it. My mother looked at me strangely, but reluctantly agreed. She wondered why I was acting like a child, wanting my mother to be my bride. I was immediately overjoyed and hugged her tightly, kissing her passionately.

My mother, lost in thought, ignored me. My mature and beautiful mother was going to be my bride; how could I not give her a wet kiss? I kissed her beautiful face affectionately, all the way to her open, fragrant lips, and once I sealed them with my kiss, I didn't want to pull away.

At first, Mom gasped, her delicate eyebrows furrowing as she glared at me, her dark eyes clouded with a misty haze. I ignored her. Mom's sweet, delicious breath and saliva made my tongue tingle, urging it straight to penetrate her tightly clenched teeth. After a few attempts, Mom tried to push me away by pressing her hands on my shoulders, but slowly withdrew, perhaps realizing I had something on her.

Seeing me so passionately licking her lips, Mom finally gave my tongue permission, parting her pearly white teeth. I immediately began to frantically suck the honey-like saliva from Mom's slippery, sticky mouth, cupping her head in my hands and making soft, smacking sounds.

When my penis was about to explode, my mother finally felt something strange under her buttocks. She gently pushed me away, wiped her saliva-covered chin, and her eyes flickered a few times before she said, "Nannan, you've really grown up. There are some things that your father should talk to you about, but he's not here. I'll talk to you about it tonight when I have time. Mom is going to buy groceries later. Remember, from today onwards, don't mention that matter to anyone, okay?"

"Mom, you can't go back on your promise, okay? From today onwards, you'll be my bride."

Mom nodded repeatedly, thinking to herself, "This silly boy, he doesn't want anything, he wants to be my bride himself. He's such a child, he hasn't even finished talking yet." She only asked me to swear not to tell anyone, and I promised her, on the condition that she would agree to my request. After

Mom was relieved, she sat next to me and told me about those painful memories. I comforted her and helped her tear tissues. Mom nestled on my shoulder, looked up at me, and said, "Son, Mom loves you."

"Mom, son loves you too."

After revealing the secret, Mom and I became even closer, we hugged tightly, and as Mom left, she quickly gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

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