My Sleepwalking Mother [Part 1]

Chapter 1
I am a college student studying at a university in this city, which is very close to home. Let me first tell you about my family situation. My house is large, with two guest rooms. My parents live in one room, and I have my own.

My father is the owner of a multinational company, and my mother doesn't work. She stays home to do housework and sometimes helps out at my father's company, acting as a de facto assistant boss.

My parents have a very bad relationship and almost got divorced because my father is very busy with his business and often travels abroad. My beautiful mother often complains about how boring life is.

My father is a very shrewd businessman and has made a lot of money, but he is also a very stingy person. Although our house looks very upscale, much of it comes from gifts from people who do business with my father. My father gives my mother very little money for household expenses (not to mention my allowance). My mother is a very beautiful woman. She cherishes her beautiful face and often goes to beauty salons. She is also a very self-respecting woman, which may be related to her poverty when she was young. She spends a lot of money on appearances, so my parents often argue about money.

Later, Mom somehow managed to get a lot of money, which eased the crisis. Dad asked her where all that money came from, and she said it was from stock trading with friends. Dad didn't question it further; as long as she didn't ask him for money, everything was fine.

Mom used to live with Grandma in a remote village. Her family was very poor. Later, Grandma's family borrowed money from all sides to send Mom to school in the city. Once she entered the school, she became stunningly beautiful and became the school beauty in high school. Although it was a relatively closed-off time, not as open as it is now, there were still many suitors for Mom. Dad put in a lot of effort to win her over.

This year, she is already forty-one years old. But if you don't tell people, they wouldn't know. Because she takes good care of herself, she looks only in her twenties. She has shiny black hair in a bun, big and alluring eyes that seem mysterious and captivating; a straight and round nose; soft, slightly upturned lips, and sparkling white teeth when she smiles, making her especially adorable. I love my mother's smile the most. Her little curved lips and her captivating, misty eyes hold an alluring charm.

And her figure is undeniably stunning—her full, pear-shaped breasts and firm, large hips are a sight I always admire. The only flaw is her slightly thick waist, a testament to having given birth, but I still love it; it's so bouncy and soft to hug.

My mother dotes on me, worrying about so many things for me. That's how it is with only children; she'll grant my requests that aren't unreasonable. But on the other hand, she's also very strict with me. Driven by her desire for me to succeed, she'll scold me harshly if my grades slip. So, I both fear and adore my mother. When she's angry, I see a different kind of beauty in her—the beauty of a mother's love.

I don't know when I started liking my mother, but I remember as a child, every time I came home, her kind and gentle smile was what I looked forward to most after school.

When we watched TV together, none of the female celebrities on screen were as beautiful as my mother. Every smile and frown of hers seemed to radiate a delicious, sweet charm; I longed to pounce on her and take a bite. I loved watching TV while holding my mother. Although I didn't understand matters of the heart, my penis would get incredibly excited whenever it pressed against her plump, firm buttocks . Of course, I didn't dare move; my mother was never wary of me and just focused on watching TV.

As I grew older, my feelings for my mother evolved beyond simple respect and love. Gradually, she became like a magnet, drawing my heart in and transforming into the kind of romantic love I felt.

When classmates came to my house and saw my mother, they blushed and said, "Your mother is so beautiful; it makes my heart flutter."

His words made me very happy; I knew he envied me.

Every day, facing my mature and beautiful mother, I love her deeply. I think of how she gave birth to me twenty years ago, giving me life; from the time I was a fetus, she has raised me with unwavering devotion for twenty years. These acts of kindness make me revere her as a goddess. But her stunning beauty, her voluptuous figure, and her sensual and endearing personality also make her a devil in my heart, tempting me with sexual fantasies. Every day, I have to suppress my intense desires; I have nowhere to vent them, and I am tormented by this contradiction.

Actually, I envy others who have ordinary mothers, because they only have pure love and respect for their mothers, without any sexual desires or impropriety towards them.

In high school, one day I came home early and heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. With a trembling heart, knowing that only my mother was home, I quietly went to peek. The bathroom door was half-open; perhaps the ventilation couldn't draw in enough steam. Since I usually don't come home at this time, my mother wasn't on guard. Her unintentional return revealed a breathtaking sight to me.

Mother's wet, black hair clung to her snow-white skin, her pale face tinged with a rosy hue. Her large eyes were half-closed, her rosy lips parted to catch the oncoming water. Clear liquid, sprayed from her gleaming teeth, mingled with sticky saliva and flowed down her cheeks. Her ripe, juicy breasts trembled slightly from the force of the water, her pink nipples like peanuts.

The water flowed smoothly over her smooth body, everything glistening white. Where her hands touched, they could feel the elasticity and fleshiness. Suddenly, Mother's waist bent, her plump, white buttocks spreading wide. Her two brownish-yellow labia, interspersed with thick, dark curls of hair, were instantly revealed. Water flowed in and out of her slightly parted, crimson vulva.

The first time I saw a woman's genitals, my face immediately felt incredibly hot, my mouth went dry, and my penis felt like it was on fire; my blood felt like it was boiling. I wanted to go over, lift my mother's thighs, and forcefully part her labia, thrusting my penis inside her, savoring the sweetness of her flesh that gave birth to me. But fantasies are just fantasies; I suppressed my burning desire, bent over, and slipped out the door. I wandered aimlessly for a while before returning home.

My mother opened the door. Her body, still wet and smooth like milk from washing, was visible. Her white scarf couldn't contain her firm breasts, and I could see her cleavage immediately. The soft, white flesh struck my heart again and again. My mother didn't notice where my gaze was looking. She smiled sweetly and asked, "Son, didn't you bring your keys today?"

She was very close, her sweet breath filling my nostrils, and somehow, my penis became hard again. I looked at my mother's face, blooming like a flower, her small red lips slightly upturned, her pearly white teeth glistening with moisture. I didn't think much of it at the time. Driven by desire, I went up to my mother, hugged her, and gave her a hard kiss on the lips, tasting her sweet, fragrant saliva. I held it in my mouth, letting my tongue savor the flavor. Then, without turning back, I said to her, "Mom, I'm going back to my room. Call me for dinner."

My mother covered her mouth, staring blankly at my retreating figure. After a moment's thought, she scolded me with a mix of anger and laughter, "You little rascal, trying to take advantage of your own mother! How many times have I

told you, this is something only lovers do! You, really, stop playing games and hurry up and eat..." Actually, I had wanted to kiss my mother's lips many times before, but she always sternly told me that this was something only husband and wife could do. She also cited the example of my father, who never kissed my mother. I know my mother has traditional values and can't accept some Western views. She mainly thinks it's unhygienic, that sucking on each other's dirty saliva will spread bacteria, and that saliva smells fishy and smelly. She even said I had bad breath and wasn't ashamed, wanting to dirty her mouth instead.

I think my father just couldn't do anything about my mother. That day, I successfully kissed her, mainly because I hadn't planned it beforehand. After returning to my room, I smacked my lips and savored the memory for a long time. My mature and beautiful mother's saliva smelled like milk, sweet and clean, as if it had been sweetened. No wonder I wanted to kiss her every time I saw her.

That night, I had a wet dream. In the dream, my lover was my mother. She was sitting in front of my bed, her eyes half-closed in a seductive way, smiling. Her small mouth was so temptingly half-open, her pink tongue gently licking her crystal-white teeth, and her soft, boneless hands gently stroking down her fair neck to her full, perky breasts.

In my dream, I seemed to truly see those swollen breasts, trembling and quivering a few times; I could even feel their soft, rounded texture in my dream. Then she spread her two snow-white thighs, revealing those two brownish-yellow labia, rubbing against the crimson flesh walls, as red as water and as hot as fire.

At that time, I had never been exposed to erotic media, and I didn't know how to penetrate. I dreamt that my penis seemed to instinctively thrust hard into my mother's vagina, my upper body pressing down on her body, cupping her face in mine. A blush spread across her beautiful face, her foxy eyes staring intently at me, her plump lips as red as blood, parted in an "O" shape, her expression seemingly painful, her tongue licking her lips.

Continuing from the afternoon's experience, I put my mouth to my mother's mouth, softly pressing against her small lips, sucking on her tongue, licking her sweet saliva, my lower body moving rapidly, feeling as if it were soft, tight, and warm, like being plunged into a kettle of hot water. Suddenly, my waist tightened, and my swollen, itchy, and painful penis trembled as I ejaculated violently, like urinating, the pleasure so intense it even made my legs cramp.

I quickly woke up from the dream, looking at my wet underwear, realizing it was all a dream. My mouth was parched, so I nervously made myself a glass of water, took a sip, and turned to see the family photo on the bedside table. My mother was holding me kindly, while my stern father stood beside her, his eyes seemingly glaring at me, his unfilial son. I buried my face in my hands in shame, deeply blaming myself. How could I have defiled my own mother like that? Was I even human?

I sadly picked up the photo, looking at my mother's beautiful face, her voluptuous figure, and the cheongsam she wore. Slowly, they seemed to become transparent in my eyes, like the Mirror of Love and Lust described in Dream of the Red Chamber. I saw my mother again, naked, from my dreams; her snow-white skin; my hand gently caressing her full, round breasts that swayed with each stroke; her kind eyes turning into seductive allure, overflowing with lust as she looked at me, wanting me; her smooth, satin-like thighs slowly parting, the exposed flesh seeming to gush forth my milky semen. These fantasies made my recently ejaculated penis hard again, burning my entire body like a fire after drinking alcohol, a thin liquid secreting from the glans.

No, I must have my mother's body, even if I suffer the ridicule and curses of the world, or the rage of my father, I must have her: my beautiful mother's ripe, juicy body, whether she is a devil or a goddess, I must have her. From that moment on, a seed of lust was planted in my heart, waiting for the day it would blossom and bear fruit.

But this kind of thing isn't something you can just do on a whim. Besides, I hadn't been online back then, and I didn't know there were so many like me who longed for my mother. I even considered raping her, because it was usually just the two of us at home, and everyone in the villa area had their own space—perfect conditions. But one incident completely shattered that fantasy.

One morning, I woke up with a strong urge to urinate and rushed into the bathroom. To my surprise, when I opened the door, my mother was already using the toilet. She screamed loudly, which startled me. I didn't think much of it at the time. When I saw my mother's bare thighs and the tuft of curly hair under her belly button, I froze, staring at her private parts. My mother quickly told me to leave, but I didn't respond after she called several times. Then, she suddenly stood up, slapped me hard, and pushed me out. I fell to the ground with a thud, touching my burning face. I was so scared that I didn't speak to my mother for the rest of the day. Afterward, my mother warned me to knock before entering the bathroom and her room.

From that day on, I became somewhat afraid of my mother. When I was little, even the biggest mistakes I made only resulted in a few scoldings. As I grew up, my mother rarely scolded me. But that day, she actually hit me. You can imagine, regardless of whether rape was possible or even if it succeeded, I would definitely be killed afterward. Moreover, rape would damage our mother-son relationship, and I would never be able to recover.

Now I've visited many pornographic websites, such as Erotic Coastline, Pervert Network, and adult literature forums (this website seems to be advertising). I've read many incest novels, many of which portray mothers as promiscuous, making having relations with their sons easy and natural. It's truly absurd. Every mother actually defends her dignity, especially towards her son. Human ethics have been unbreakable for thousands of years. After that incident, for a while, I almost gave up the idea of having sex with my mother; all fantasies seemed impossible.

But things always change unexpectedly; even God seemed to help me.

During the summer break after my junior year of high school, my maternal grandmother, who lived far away, came to visit with a large group of relatives. There were so many people that even the living room was full, so I was put in my parents' room. The three of us squeezed together to sleep. I hadn't slept with my mother since I was thirteen, and I was very happy. Of course, with my father present, I didn't dare do anything. My mother didn't cover herself up completely just because I was there; although she was wearing pajamas, I could tell she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

One morning, as she bent over to make the bed, I could clearly see her two soft, white breasts, even her pale pink areolas. I was helpless; there were so many people sleeping outside, I couldn't masturbate—it was so frustrating.

Four days later, my father, whether worried about losing money entertaining these guests or because his company really needed him to go abroad for over three months, asked me to talk to him before leaving. I knew he must be worried, because this time he wouldn't be back for a long time, something that had never happened before.

Dad started by talking to me about money, saying I should be more sensible and not spend money recklessly. He gave me three months' allowance and told me to keep a close eye on Mom, to stop her if she wanted to give gifts or money to the relatives. Pshaw, I didn't care about that, but I pretended to agree anyway. Dad's a money-grubber; everything he does is about money. I really don't know what Mom saw in him back then.

After nagging for a while, Dad finally revealed a huge secret: Mom sometimes sleepwalks at night. The cause isn't clear—maybe it's a sudden cardiac arrest and shortness of breath, or maybe it's because she was traumatized as a child. Sometimes she wakes up automatically after midnight and sleepwalks, and once she's awake, nothing you do can wake her.

Dad told me not to be afraid, that she'll fall asleep again in a few hours, and that I should sleep with Mom to ensure her safety. He told me to keep a close eye on her if she sleepwalks and moves around, and not to tell Mom, as she doesn't know she sleepwalks.

(None of my mother's family told her that the reason they agreed to marry her off to my uneducated father was probably because of this.) Because my father wouldn't be back for a long time, he was worried about my mother's condition, so he told me.

Seeing my stunned expression, my father laughed and patted my shoulder a few times, telling me not to worry too much, that maybe my mother wouldn't sleepwalk while he was away.

I was initially very surprised; my mother had this strange condition of sleepwalking—it was the first time I'd ever heard of it.

But I secretly thought this was a golden opportunity. Even if my mother didn't want to sleep with me, I could secretly help her sleepwalk and see what was profitable, like getting intimate! Thinking this, I cheered. I patted my chest and told my father I would take good care of my mother, and he happily gave me several hundred yuan. After discussing some things, I went outside to help my mother prepare my father's luggage.

Outside, Mom was chatting and laughing with relatives. Seeing me come out, she smiled seductively, "How come you two are so close? Chatting for so long! Come on, help Mom think, is there anything I forgot to prepare for your dad?"

I stared at Mom's face, flushed. She must have been in a good mood lately, her skin was so ripe and rosy. Her loose nightgown couldn't hide her curvaceous figure, her snow-white thighs swaying back and forth, and I caught a glimpse of her flesh-colored panties. Thinking that I might discover Mom's secret in a few days, I happily went to help. All day, I blushed as I looked at Mom, chatting and laughing with her, fantasizing about the scent of this beautiful woman.

Chapter Two:

A Beautiful Fairy's Dream of Clouds and Rain at Wushan, A Mortal Man Rows a Small Boat to Search for the Secret Treasure. The day after Dad left, Mom told me she was going shopping with relatives and asked if I wanted to come. I knew that without Dad, no one was looking after Mom, and she wanted to show off again. It was a rare treat to go out with Mom, so I quickly agreed.

Mom dressed up nicely that day. She wore light makeup and light blue eyeshadow, which, combined with her long eyelashes, made her look even more glamorous and dazzling. Her hair, freshly styled, cascaded lightly over her rounded shoulders, smooth and glossy black. She wore a tight white tank top, her ample breasts pressed tightly against her skin, making them appear prominent and perky. She wore a short red skirt, and she really looked younger than me, like one of the younger girls in school. With her angelic face and sexy, mature figure, she must have captivated many men on the street.

Holding Mom's hand, we ran around the entire shopping mall, which was exhausting. But holding Mom made me feel very happy, and I would occasionally pretend to accidentally touch her breasts, getting incredibly aroused. It's worth mentioning that Mom tripped and fell forward as she got off the escalator. I quickly grabbed her breasts and pressed my crotch firmly against her buttocks, saving her from embarrassment. I, her son, got a great deal out of it. Although she was wearing a bra, I could feel the fabric as I gripped it tightly; it was very elastic. My penis felt like it was only a thin layer separating it from her buttocks, and it felt warm and sinking in.

Mom sighed, touched her heaving chest, glanced at me, and for some reason smiled. That captivating smile stole my soul. I stared at Mom dumbfounded. A blush spread across her face, and she hugged me tightly, full of gratitude.

At the mall, I asked my mom to take a headshot with me. She was curious and agreed. Our faces were very close together, and the result was great. My mom's youthful and charming face looked lovely, and her two little tiger teeth were showing. We looked like a couple! I happily told her my opinion, and she agreed. Then she blushed, playfully punched me a few times, and scolded me for being disrespectful.

On the way home, some foreigners saw my mom and thought she was very pretty. They called her "little girl" and asked to take a picture with her. I quickly refused on my mom's behalf. The foreigners whistled, pointed at me, and shouted "Jealous!" which made my mom laugh heartily. At that moment, I felt so happy to have such a charming mother.

Back home, everyone was exhausted and went to their rooms. I showered, put on my underwear, and waited for my mom to come and sleep with me. Mom and Grandma chatted late into the night, leaving me waiting in bed for ages. Just as I was about to fall asleep, the light came on. Mom tiptoed into the room, called my nickname a few times, and when I didn't respond, she assumed I was asleep and quickly took off her clothes.

I peeked through my half-closed eyes. When Mom was down to her underwear, she hesitated for a moment, then took off her bra. Two peach-like breasts popped out. Under the light, her nipples weren't red but a pale black, smooth and plump. But before I could appreciate them properly, she put on her pajamas. The pale red light shone on her black embroidered pajamas, making her look like a monster brought back to life—indescribably sexy and eerie. Few mortals could resist that. I turned off the light and squeezed into bed. A faint fragrance wafted from Mom's body, and I fell asleep as I inhaled it.

I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee. In the moonlight, I saw my mother sleeping soundly, looking as adorable as a little girl. Her face, sculpted like jade, was breathtakingly beautiful. Her little nose was twitching as she breathed, her small mouth slightly open, her little tongue behind her pearly teeth like a delicious candy, emitting a faint fragrance. My mother's body was alluringly sculpted, her heaving breasts sliding up and down. My penis, throbbing with the urge to pee, was uncontrollably erect, veins throbbing. My mind was filled with thoughts of sex with my mother. I was desperate; I needed to find a way to make her sleepwalk.

What should I do? I thought for a long time. This isn't like turning on a computer, pressing a switch and my mother sleepwalks.

And could Dad be lying to me? My mother is so healthy, why would she sleepwalk? I looked up at the ceiling, thinking about how happy I was with my mother during the day, the mother-son bond, the mingling of breast milk and water. Perhaps even without physical contact, I was already very happy.

After a while of random thoughts, Mom turned her head, exhaling a breath of milky air that landed on my face. I lovingly stroked Mom's lovely face; her features were exquisite, breathtakingly beautiful, like a crescent moon in the sky, mysterious yet incredibly alluring.

I love Mom, that's what I thought at the time. After much consideration, I decided to give up, because the idea was good, but I didn't know what to do. Should I whisper in Mom's ear, "Mom, are you sleepwalking?" I went to pee, and after lying down for a while, damn it, my uncle and his wife next door were panting heavily, their Simmons mattress creaking softly, and my aunt even moaned a few times. I was furious. They were having so much fun, while I was enduring a stunningly beautiful woman, and they were adding fuel to the fire, making me feel guilty.

I looked back at Mom; she was sleeping like a log. The sounds of lovemaking next door seemed to have a chemical reaction; Mom's face was flushed with a rosy glow. Hearing the sounds, I figured Mom must be dreaming about doing *that* with Dad.

Her face was flushed with embarrassment, her round nose slightly upturned as she inhaled, her small mouth half-open with a trace of drool, her full breasts heaving, her snow-white thighs tightly pressed together, like a mature and beautiful serpentine, twisting and contorting her voluptuous body. Her young son, lying beside her, had lost all self-control, captivated by the alluring sight before him, becoming her prey.

At that moment, I disregarded all familial affection, boldly pulling down my underwear, taking out my erect penis and rubbing it vigorously. One hand gently slipped inside my mother's nightgown until it was blocked by her breasts. I held my breath, watching my mother's face with extreme caution, ready to release her at the slightest sign of waking.

When my hand gently cupped my mother's fragrant breasts, I directly felt their heavy weight, smooth and delicate. When my fingers flicked the nipples, my mother and I felt as if we had been electrocuted; my face and fingers felt hot and numb.

My mother's brow furrowed slightly, her cheeks flushed crimson, seemingly delicate enough to burst at a touch. Her small lips twitched slightly, and that captivating, demure gesture drove me wild. I turned my head towards her face, mouth to mouth, first exchanging breaths and inhaling each other's air. My mother was indeed very healthy; even at night, her breath was still so fresh and sweet. I wondered what her mouth was like. I gently touched her fruity lips with my own; they were a little cold, and a trace of sweet, slightly fishy saliva clung to my lips. My penis swelled even more. Then, our mouths slowly softened and became intertwined.

I used the tip of my tongue to pry open my mother's half-open teeth, invading her sweet, juicy mouth. This intrusive intrusion caused my mother's small mouth to gasp. In this unfamiliar mouth, I carefully licked and sucked every part of my mother's mouth. Her slippery little tongue continuously secreted sweet, sticky saliva.

My tongue tasted the milky flavor, and I thought of my memories with my mother—her little mouth, filled with her angry nagging about my growing up, and her loving, adorable smile. Today, I finally had it all. I frantically sucked on my mother's sweet, mature lips, trying to draw out everything she had ever said to me.

As I sucked, our mouths grew hot, and my hand rubbed my penis faster and faster. Suddenly, my mother groaned, "~Ooh~ Hmm~," and grabbed my shoulder tightly.

I was so startled that I immediately dropped what I was doing and looked at my mother's reaction. Her eyelids fluttered a few times, she sat up, her head drooping, her hands flailing weakly in the air. "This...this...Mom, are you really sleepwalking?!" I was so frightened that I fell off the bed with a loud thud. My mother didn't wake up; she just sat there expressionless, her hands seemingly trying to grab something.

I cautiously touched my mother, but she didn't react. I pushed her harder, but she remained motionless like a corpse. I was terrified; it was the first time I'd ever seen anything like this. My penis, which had been large, shrank to the size of a peanut. Still shaken, I tried to push her down, but she mumbled something and stood up, her hands twitching slightly as if trying to grab something. This…this…it was like a ghost from a movie, like The Ring? If she weren't my own mother, I would have run out of the room. I

had promised to take care of her, and I love her so much. Trembling, unsure of what would happen, I slowly walked over and hugged her. Her beautiful face was pale, and drool was dripping from her mouth. Wait, my God, her eyes were half-open?!

I screamed my mother's name in fright. Hearing me call her name, she shuddered and collapsed heavily onto me, pinning me to the bed.

I placed one hand on her full breasts, her head resting on my shoulder, her warm breath brushing against my face. I inhaled the rich fragrance of her hair; it felt like we were lovers. This romantic thought reignited my desire, and I turned her head towards me.

She wasn't as pale and bloodless as before; her eyes were closed, and she was fast asleep, as lovely and peaceful as a little girl, a sleeping princess waiting to be awakened.

Without thinking, I pressed my lips to her parted mouth. Her saliva was so plentiful; I felt like an infant again, sweetly suckling at her breast, only now using her mouth instead of her breast. I wanted to hold onto this memory of the night; I couldn't control myself. The wonderful feeling made my head spin; my long-held desires and longings were about to be fulfilled. Because, it seemed my mother wouldn't wake up for who knows how long tonight.

I don't know how long we kissed, but Mom's lips went from icy cold to burning hot like mine, her breath becoming hot and dry. Her whole face was flushed and hot, and her little nose was flaring with breath. I pulled away from Mom's mouth and kissed her face haphazardly, biting and chewing on her earlobe.

My hands kneaded Mom's breasts, pressing her round breasts hard into my palms, rubbing them until they were hot. My underwear wasn't on yet, and my thick, erect penis pressed against the hem of Mom's nightgown. I lifted the hem of Mom's black nightgown, pinching and grabbing her smooth thighs, then slipped my hand under the bottom of Mom's V-neck panties, my fingers rubbing against the delicate, warm crevice of Mom's vulva until I felt a little wet. Only then did I thrust my rock-hard penis straight into Mom's soft, warm vulva, even sliding half of the glans inside.

The glans immediately released a thin, transparent thread that wet Mom's vulva, and the warm temperature of her vaginal opening transmitted through the glans. Wow, so good! I couldn't stop grinding, my hips swaying.

My mother seemed quite aroused by me; her delicate, fair neck flushed red. I brushed aside her silky black hair that covered her face, revealing her dark eyelashes trembling slightly. Fine beads of sweat moistened her face, making her tender, rosy cheeks look like a doll's—languid, weak, shy, and incredibly beautiful, as if sculpted.

How could I let my father enjoy such a beauty alone?

Her small, swollen lips, red from my kisses, opened slightly, her tongue licking her teeth, searching for my departing tongue. I guided her lips to mine and kissed her. Although she outwardly resisted kissing, she must have longed for it deep down. Tonight, I will be your husband, replacing your father.

I savored every delicious bite from her mouth. My tongue hooked onto my mother's fragrant tongue, swirling with her sweet saliva, licking down her neck. With one hand, I helped my mother undress, revealing two firm breasts. I took her rosy nipple into my mouth, sucking on its faint milky scent. My mother let out soft moans; if I hadn't been unable to wake her, I would have thought she was sleepwalking.

Two naked fleshy creatures intertwined, filling the room with a vibrant, sensual atmosphere. Such an obscene scene would never be mistaken for a mother and son by an outsider. I hesitated before my mother, whom I had always revered, as I pulled down her panties. Her full mounds of flesh were suddenly exposed to the light, emitting the scent of ripe apples. I touched my mother's cracked vulva; it was slightly wet. My mother's entire plump, bouncy body paled in comparison to the allure of her vulva.

This is where I was born. I repeated that distant dream, my hands trembling, my head numb, gripping my throbbing, excited penis, aiming it at the glistening, oily crevice and thrusting it in. The rock-hard penis grazed the tender flesh, bending slightly.

My mouth went dry, my head spun, and my heart burned with heat. I forcefully spread my mother's heavy, soft thighs, widening her entire vaginal opening, my hand gripping my penis, rubbing it up and down against her wet, sticky slit, letting the glans absorb the vaginal fluid before slowly sinking in.

Ah! My mother's vagina clung to my penis like superglue, its heat scraping against my skin, causing a slight pain. I thrust hard, the glans tearing through the tender flesh, finally pressing against my mother's soft, clitoris. Everything was as pleasurable as I had expected.

The temperature inside my mother's vagina was as hot as forty or fifty degrees Celsius, the flesh walls as soft as cotton, grinding against each other's secretions. Especially when I pressed against the soft flesh walls deep inside her, the suction made my glans tingle and numb, the wetness making me want to urinate. My glans uncontrollably spurted out a little semen, making me afraid to move.

I was pressed against my mother, the beautiful noblewoman I had longed for, our genitals tightly glued together, a scene I had never imagined before.

I looked at my mother's dreamlike and beautiful face, her cheeks as red as ripe oranges, her beautiful and noble expression reminding me of the warm memories from my childhood to the present.

I held my soft and weak mother tightly, my love sealing her constantly breathing hot lips, sucking the ever-flowing nectar while my rock-hard penis thrust in and out of her tight flesh.

The hardness of my penis made my mother's tender, slippery vagina incredibly slippery and irresistible. I pulled it out completely and quickly thrust it back in, penetrating to the deepest part of her vagina. White foam oozed from the opening. The rapid thrusting of my penis caused my mother's body to bounce; her high breasts trembled, her swollen, red nipples quivering. Her snow-white, plump thighs, pressed against my buttocks, repeatedly collided with my testicles.

My mother, usually unattainable and breathtakingly beautiful, was someone other men could only dream of, including me. But today, by chance, she was being brutally humiliated and violated by me—something she could never have imagined.

I vented my love for her and my usual frustrations with her. The rapid thrusting of my penis produced a "squelching"

sound of vaginal fluid. Once, the glans of my penis, due to the rapid withdrawal, was caught by the vaginal canal's hook, sending a tingling, numbing sensation through my already aroused penis. I knew I was about to ejaculate.

I hurriedly kneaded and squeezed my mother's pert breasts, which swayed from side to side as she was being shaken, and pressed her pink tongue tightly against mine, trying to suck it all out. Then, I thrust my engorged penis deep into her vagina with great force, and with a "squelch," her vaginal fluids gushed out quickly. My mother's two tender labia pitifully opened and closed, milky white vaginal fluid flowing out like a stream.

Her alluring and beautiful face, powerless and pitiful, trembled slightly with each rapid thrust.

My mother's mouth, which I was holding, emitted muffled "mmm" sounds, and our teeth clashed several times due to the movement. I loved my mother so much that I couldn't contain myself; I only wanted to devour her completely.

I pulled away from my mother's mouth, released her soft, plump breasts with one hand, and used the other hand to prop her constantly swaying thighs together. I grabbed a pillow to elevate her plump buttocks, so that my penis was already so deep that it was about to tear her tender vagina apart. I could immediately sense the slightest tremor in her clitoris.

I began to thrust wildly and forcefully, using all my strength. My mother was so lovely, noble, and charming; a man should feel some tenderness upon seeing her, but her beauty and petite cuteness only made me want to pierce her with my penis. My mother probably couldn't withstand this onslaught; her face showed great pain, and a tear even welled up in her eyes. Her beautiful face, though suffering, made me love her even more. I thrust rapidly, my lower body pumping and sliding, my mother's fleshy buttocks slapping loudly as I fucked her, her snow-white buttocks almost falling apart from the impact.

My waist suddenly tightened, and I quickly pressed my mouth against my mother's soft, wet mouth, forcefully sucking everything in her mouth. My penis felt both electric and tingling, and all my nerves were taut. I thrust hard against my mother's tender clitoris, and her sticky clitoris suddenly sucked on my glans like a baby's mouth. Moreover, the vaginal walls gripped my penis so tightly that they felt like they were about to break it, and the hot, lustful fluids were about to melt my penis.

Ah! Mom, I can't take your tender pussy anymore! I used all my strength to press Mom's plump buttocks down to my crotch, our arms wrapped together. My penis was stuck inside her, unable to move. The head of my penis trembled violently, shooting out semen straight into Mom's uterus, searching for the eggs inside. I ejaculated endlessly and rapidly, the pleasure making me unable to stop. I held Mom's buttocks and kept fucking her desperately until my penis went soft and slipped out. Only then did I stop my frantic thrusting.

On the bed, Mom's snow-white thighs were still open, her scarlet labia were turned open, and a clump of milky white semen flowed out of her vagina, sticking the thick black pubic hair together. Her beautiful, full breasts rose and fell rapidly, her nipples and areolas swollen and protruding. Her hair was disheveled, and her beautiful face had a satisfied smile on it. A dimple appeared at the corner of her mouth, and everything smelled of lust.

I took a drag of my cigarette, blew the smoke into my mother's mouth, and then inhaled it from her mouth, until her mouth was filled with the smoky smell. My mother hates it when I smoke; she says my mouth smells terrible up close. Haha, today I'm going to make my mother's mouth smell bad by sucking on her smoky little mouth. The smell of smoke mixed with saliva is indeed a bit unpleasant, but I still sucked the saliva from my mother's mouth until it was almost dry, until both of our mouths were numb and dry.

I played with my mother's breasts, rubbing my soft penis back and forth against her vagina, feeling the tender, wet flesh. I looked at my parents' wedding photo on the bedside table for a long time, feeling a little regretful, but it was too late to turn back.

The idea of a mother being raped by her own son is a deeply taboo subject. While I was having sex with my mother, I experienced a forbidden pleasure, an indescribable ecstasy. How many people in the world can enjoy such a feast? Even if they could, it would be incredibly difficult to find a mother with such delicate, fair flesh and angelic beauty, let alone one with sleepwalking. Although this forbidden sexual act gave me immense pleasure, there was still a sense of regret in doing it with my mother, who seemed like a dead person. How much more pleasurable it would be to rape a mother who was awake!

I knew I might never have this opportunity again, so tonight I had to do it many times to do justice to the beautiful woman in my bed.

My penis, grinding against her tender vagina, became thick and hard again. I picked my mother up, laid her on top of me, and with a soft "squelch," my penis pierced through her labia and entered her again. Because we had just finished, the vaginal walls were very slippery, making penetration very comfortable. I gripped my mother's plump buttocks, lifted her up so my penis, still wet with her juices, was pulled out of her tender vagina, then I pressed her buttocks down hard, making a loud squelching sound, and began to thrust in and out, each time reaching

her soft core. My mother's head rested on my shoulder, her breasts rubbing against my chest with each tremor, her nipples tickling my skin. I used one hand to lift my mother's limp head, and used my tongue to lick her beautiful face, inserting it into her sweet mouth like I was penetrating her vagina, licking her mouth with the same speed as my thrusts below, our saliva dripping onto my mother's nipples.

I was savoring the pleasure my mother's body was giving me. On one side, my rock-hard penis was relentlessly teasing her tender, tofu-like vagina, the red veins of blood clearly visible on her parted labia. On the other side, my mother's beautiful face, which she cherished as her life, was covered in my saliva, especially her mouth, which she considered very clean and hygienic, was being invaded like never before. I had raped my mother's body, and I had also raped her last line of defense (I had no interest in her anus).

My pure, noble mother was being frantically violated by her own son, which excited me immensely. The noble and beautiful woman was helplessly swaying under the foreign object inserted into her lower body. A gold necklace hung on her snow-white breasts, which was originally meant to display the owner's nobility and elegance, but now it became worthless with the swaying of her breasts.

I was extremely satisfied with everything, so I turned my mother over and made her kneel on the bed, so that her alluring buttocks faced my wet penis.

I spread her two snow-white buttocks apart and thrust my hard, thick penis all the way in—of course, into her vagina, not her anus. If I went into her anus, she might wake up; it would hurt too much, and she'd notice tomorrow. Her vagina might not be as obvious then, but it was already ravaged. Whatever, I was deeply in love with the slippery feeling of penetration. Even if she suddenly woke up, I'd keep going until I bled.

The second time I mated with my mother, I thrust hundreds of times before finally ejaculating a small amount of semen inside her. I lovingly kissed her all over before giving her a thorough recovery treatment. I used a whole box of tissues, then wiped her body with a cloth and water, used my fingers to remove the semen from her vagina, and rinsed her mouth with water to remove the smell of smoke. It took me half an hour to finish.

After finishing everything flawlessly, I covered my mother with the blanket. My uncle's family next door were still having sex; the moans and slurring sounds of their juices were clearly audible. Damn, they were completely oblivious to everyone else. I opened my bedroom door and went to the bathroom to wash myself.

After drying myself and turning off the light, I walked back to my room when suddenly someone bumped into me. It was definitely a woman, warm and fragrant. We both cried out in surprise. I reached out to turn on the light, but accidentally touched her soft breasts. Wow! They were huge! When the light came on, my aunt's delicate face appeared before me. Her face was as red as a persimmon; she must have been washing up after sex when I bumped into her.

In the dim light, my aunt was breathtakingly alluring and seductive. This aunt, whom I'd never met before, was very dignified and cautious during the day, rarely attracting attention. Plus, with my mother, who was several times more beautiful than her, I didn't even notice what she looked like.

Tonight, I bumped into her unintentionally, and coupled with her moans just now, I scrutinized her closely. Her oval face was flushed red, her almond eyes were full of spring, and she had a delicate nose and small mouth. Her petite body was exquisite and alluring, exuding a mature woman's charm.

Because we had just finished, her body had a slightly musky smell, not as strong as my mother's, but with a different kind of allure. After my mother was like a sumptuous meal, I didn't have much interest in this "appetizer." I apologized to her and went back to my room to sleep.

Chapter 3:

Money and possessions are the most alluring things; one cannot be greedy. Thieves cry thieves, lewd thieves steal money. The room was filled with the scent of spring. The moon and stars watched the ugly scene between the mother and son, and shyly sank into the horizon. The east quickly turned white.

I don't know what time I slept. The actions of the night were too vigorous. It was my first time experiencing a woman's pleasure, and the two sexual encounters had completely drained my semen. I was exhausted.

I was shaken awake, and when I opened my eyes, I saw my mother's beautiful face. The memory of last night immediately reminded me that I had ejaculated twice on top of my beautiful mother. I quickly sat up and saw my mother lying on the bed, her eyes closed. Her face was pale, her lips were bright red, and beads of cold sweat dotted her smooth face. Her pale hands weakly pushed me away. I quickly asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

My mother groaned, touched her forehead, pressed one hand to her stomach, and said hoarsely, "I don't know if the blanket slipped off last night, I might have caught a chill, and my stomach..." "My stomach is swollen, my mouth is bitter... my limbs are weak."

After hearing this, I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. The night was too short to leave my mother's stunning beauty. We made love twice for an hour and a half. When I was fucking my mother's voluptuous body, I didn't feel cold myself, but my mother suffered from being naked for so long. She must have caught a chill. I think the swelling in her stomach must be because her vagina is swollen. My mother thought it was because she caught a chill, which made her stomach uncomfortable. Actually, it was my penis that was making her feel uncomfortable. The bitterness in her mouth was of course because I sucked all her saliva. I was afraid that my mother would find out something. Now I don't have to say anything.

I touched my mother's forehead with my head. It was a little hot. I told my mother not to worry, then I covered her with another blanket, poured water and applied a towel to her mouth, and personally cooked porridge and fried eggs. I helped my mother eat slowly.

In the evening, my mother's illness lessened considerably. She looked at me with loving tenderness, radiating a warm maternal love. I chatted and laughed with her from time to time to ease her sadness. I felt her warmth on my shoulder. How wondrous is the love between a man and a woman! Even I couldn't tell if it was the love between a mother and son or between lovers. Why is she my mother?

I gazed lovingly at my mother, gently combing her disheveled, glossy black hair. A blush crept onto her face as I stared at her, and she sat up straight, a little embarrassed, and said, "What are you thinking about, boy? Do I look pretty?"

"Mom," I said, "I was thinking, if you weren't my mom, that would be so great! I would definitely snatch you away from Dad and make you my bride!"

My mother was startled by my words, her face flushed, and her beautiful eyes sparkled. She playfully punched me a few times, laughing and scolding, "You brat, your mom's sick, and you're still making fun of her? Are you looking for trouble?"

The next day, after feeding my mother her porridge and covering her with a blanket, I kissed her soft, upturned lips, leaving her stunned. I went out of the room to buy some medicine for her and asked my aunt, who was watching TV in the living room, to help me take care of her.

Whether it was the medicine or my meticulous care, Mom recovered quickly… Perhaps due to the nourishment of that night, her complexion became even more rosy and alluring, her delicate, luscious face making my heart itch even more. Her body became fuller and more mature, her high, fiery breasts so full they seemed to drip with honey, coupled with her languid, weak appearance after recovery, making my penis hard. I wanted to push her down on the bed and thrust hard between her upturned buttocks. No! I had to wait until Mom sleepwalked a second time.

I waited for more than ten days, but Mom didn't sleepwalk. Touching her body would wake her up quickly. Several times I tried to kiss her but almost got caught. I was desperate. My uncle's family hadn't been having sex lately either. Maybe I caught my aunt having sex that night, and they knew I was being too loud, so perhaps they were holding their breath while doing it. Without that atmosphere, Mom didn't seem to sleepwalk anymore. I could only masturbate while looking at Mom's alluring curves and face.

My aunt, whom I asked to take care of my mother, became very close to her. They often chatted, and I overheard her praising my mother, saying she was beautiful, charming, noble, and wealthy. My mother seemed to enjoy it, and the two quickly became like sisters. I remember my mother used to say my aunt was greedy and unsophisticated. That's how women are; they get overjoyed when their self-worth is elevated, forgetting their roots and seeking immediate gain.

My aunt's presence sometimes made my life with my mother quite stifling, leaving me with very little time alone with her. However, my aunt grew more and more beautiful. Influenced by my mother, she started wearing makeup and even took some of my mother's old clothes to dress herself up.

She shed her unsophisticated image, and the ugly duckling transformed into a beautiful swan. One day, my mother went out, and my aunt secretly wore her favorite light blue suit. I caught her, and we were both very embarrassed. However, she looked beautiful that day; a mature and beautiful farm woman radiating vitality and health. I don't know how much my heart and my little brother fluttered when I saw her.

Not long after, a call came from the countryside, urging relatives to return to work in the fields. Grandma took many relatives back, leaving only my eldest uncle's family. My aunt said she wanted to stay with Mom for a few more days, while my uncle said he wanted to earn some tuition fees for my cousin Xiaolian, looking for money-making opportunities in the city. I knew my aunt would definitely ask Mom for money in a few days; many people in the countryside do that.

The house felt more spacious, and I was still hoping for Mom's sleepwalking, but Mom called me out to go back to my room to sleep. She slept with my aunt, the two of them so intimately connected, it made me incredibly jealous. I couldn't sleep with Mom; even if she sleepwalked, it would only scare my aunt to death. I wouldn't know, and even if I did, I wouldn't get anything from it.

Every day I thought about that ecstatic night, Mom's full, warm body, me pressing down on her and fucking her wildly. It all felt like a dream, the burning desire tormenting me. God, please turn Mom back into the sleepwalking Mom; I will give her every last drop of my sperm.

Fate, because of my prayers, granted me exceptional luck once again.

One late night, I dreamt of the night I had sex with my beautiful mother, and how I ejaculated. After getting up, I went to the bathroom to wash, when suddenly I heard a rustling sound coming from the study. I was terrified, so I quickly grabbed a broom and listened carefully. Perhaps it was a mouse; the sound of books falling from the shelf infuriated me. Those little mice were quite bold, venturing into my mother's favorite study to gnaw on books? I resolved to exterminate them and boast to my mother tomorrow! I cautiously made my way to the study.

When I reached the study, I was nearly scared to death. A figure with a flashlight was rummaging through the bookshelves. A thief!! My goodness! I held my breath, unsure what to do. Should I call 110…? Wait, it was a woman's figure… a full-figured woman with long black hair. I quickly looked closer… Ah? It was my aunt! What was she doing in the study?

Reading? Getting up in the middle of the night to read, can't you sleep? But my aunt always calls me a bookworm. She only graduated from elementary school, how could she read books? Stealing books? No way, why would an uneducated woman like her steal books? To sell them?

How despicable! My mother treats her like her closest sister, and she actually steals books.

As I hesitated whether to rush out, suddenly, my aunt took down the only oil painting my mother loved most from the study. Ah, this bastard not only messed up my mother's beloved books, but also set her sights on the oil painting?

Wait a minute…

there's a hidden compartment behind the painting! How come I've never heard my mother mention it? My aunt actually pulled out a key and opened the hidden compartment with a "click." I hurriedly tiptoed forward to look, and ah!! There was a huge stack of banknotes and many valuable ornaments inside.

My aunt took out a thick gold chain, her mouth agape with joy, biting and kissing it, completely unaware that someone was standing behind her.

She quickly opened a cloth bag and stuffed it full of jewelry and money. I couldn't resist any longer and grabbed her shoulder. She jumped in fright and was about to speak when I covered her mouth with my hand. When she saw it was me, her rapidly heaving breasts slowed down a bit. I whispered to her, "Auntie, what are you doing? Stealing my money?"

"This...this is...your mother's, Ren, please don't tell anyone. Actually, my Xiaolian got into a prestigious junior high school in the city, but we don't have the money to support her studies and living expenses, so I had no choice but to take this."

(Mom has so much money? Where did it come from? Did she really get it from stocks? How did Auntie know? This is all so confusing. I'll figure it out later. First, I need to deal with this thief in the family!)

"Stop talking nonsense. I'll give you two choices: one is to call the police, and the other..."

At this point, I didn't know what to say. Sending her back to the countryside would be too easy on her.

"Anan, please don't call the police, and don't tell anyone else. If others know, your uncle and I will never be able to hold our heads high again. Besides, your mother gave me four thousand yuan the day before yesterday. It's all my fault for being too greedy. Please, Anan, I'll give you anything you want... as long as I can..."

My heart warmed. I wanted anything. I was burning with desire lately. My beautiful and voluptuous aunt in front of me had bright eyes and white teeth. Her round breasts pushed up her thin, soft nightgown. Her beautiful, large buttocks, from years of farm work, looked like they were dripping with honey. And that seductive pose from last night made me swallow hard. My eyes were fixed on my aunt's genitals. I went all out and said with a wicked smile, "Well, it's not hard to keep it a secret. I've never been with a man before. As long as you..."

This hit the nail on the head. My aunt blushed and scolded, "You little devil, I didn't expect you to be such a lecher. How about this, you let me go for now... When my Lian'er grows up, I promise to marry her to you."

"Who wants your thirteen-year-old Xiaolian? By the time she's grown up, I'll be almost thirty. I need a woman now. If you don't find me one, I'll call the police right now and have you jailed for over ten years!"

My aunt's face turned deathly pale, her hands trembling uncontrollably. She didn't know what to do. She stood there looking at me for a long time, and when she saw my lecherous eyes staring at her lower abdomen, she suddenly realized what was going on. Her face turned red to her ears, and she swallowed hard, panting, before trying to ask me, "Anan, you wouldn't...you wouldn't have your eye on me too, would you? I'm an old woman..."

Besides, this messes up the family hierarchy! Please don't make things difficult for your aunt. You're going through puberty, and you're a bit impulsive. Focus your energy on your studies and you'll be fine. Let your aunt go, okay? Or I can give you a few hundred yuan for spending money. “

I’m going to fuck you right now. You have one minute to think about it.”

I admired my own burning sexual urges. My aunt was shocked by such blatant and shameless words. After a moment of stunned silence, her face flushed red. She was both anxious and embarrassed, her plump white hands rubbing together. Her anxious expression had a touch of lust. Seeing my burning gaze on her alluring body, my aunt instinctively pulled her nightgown down, like a scene from a TV drama where a delicate, beautiful woman is humiliated by a strong, burly man. This fueled my lust.

My aunt almost cried as she said, “You lecherous devil, you little bastard, you’ve wronged me, but you should think about your uncle and your mother… I would never do anything unfaithful to your uncle, Anan, I beg you one last time, please let me go. That’s immoral. Back in the countryside, you’d be thrown into a pig cage.” "

My aunt saw I didn't say anything and took a few steps back towards the door, intending to leave like that. I didn't say anything either, picked up the phone in the study, and pretended to call 110 (the police emergency number), saying a few words to report it. My aunt was so frightened that she ran over and hung up the phone.

A faint fragrance wafted in the air, and an alluring body was right beside me. If I didn't take advantage of it now, when would I? (Thinking back on this later, I broke out in a cold sweat.) Without saying a word, I pulled her firm body into my arms, one hand slipped inside her pajamas, grabbing and kneading her large, firm breasts, while the other hand pressed her head down, tightly kissing her wide-open mouth in surprise. My tongue lingered in her fragrant mouth, sucking and licking. She didn't know what to do, her mouth unsure whether to close or not. The act of calling the police had frightened her so much that she couldn't resist me anymore. Her big, watery eyes were full of grievance and fear, and her nose kept exhaling healthy breath.

Two not..." These two people, so intimately connected by the theft, were face to face, breathing each other's air, their saliva flowing into each other's mouths.

I smacked my aunt's tongue, sucking on her sweet saliva. At first, she tried to speak, wanting to escape my grasp, but later, as expected of someone with a strong sex drive, she shyly closed her eyes under my persistent kiss, beginning to tease me with her tongue, making soft, smacking sounds.

I removed one hand from her head, moving it from her smooth, rounded thigh to her panties. Her hand tried to resist, but I forcefully shook it off, grabbing her wet, fleshy mound.

Her forbidden zone violated, my aunt sensitively opened her eyes, pushing me away forcefully, panting and looking at me painfully, sobbing and pleading, "Anan, no! You're still young and don't understand, please let me go, or your uncle will beat me to death!"

"No! No! I want you now, consider this your payment!"

I pulled her close, shoving a gold chain into her hand. My aunt hesitated, clearly enamored with the necklace. While she hesitated, I took her mouth, my hand plunging into her panties, my fingers digging into her wet, inviting opening. My aunt stared blankly into the distance, abandoning all defenses for the gold chain. Saliva dripped

from our mouths onto our tightly pressed jaws. She moaned softly as I kissed her, her lips opening weakly so my tongue could penetrate deeper into her mouth to extract her saliva.

Sometimes her tongue would slip into my mouth too, a subtle fragrance filling the air. A mild, indescribable bliss.

As her body temperature rose, my aunt lost herself, becoming like a wanton prostitute.

Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shimmering with spring-like allure. She caressed her breasts with irresistible charm. I left her fragrant lips and stripped her naked. My aunt's snow-white, full body was completely exposed before me, her round breasts swaying seductively. The shadows made her curvaceous figure even more sensual. Moonlight shone on her smooth, white thighs, dazzlingly white.

This woman was mature and beautiful, like an ancient fairy, like Venus carved from white jade, so beautiful that my body hair stood on end. Without realizing it, I mistook her for my mother.

My aunt looked at me shyly, her hands covering her vulva. I went over and rubbed her body with both hands. The smooth, fleshy touch made me unable to resist any longer. I took off my underwear, freeing my huge, throbbing penis, which twitched a few times.

I carried my aunt to the desk and climbed on top of her. My aunt found my penis, gently squeezed it, and felt the cool, hot sensation against my burning penis.

She begged me to use a condom, saying that she would have children if she didn't have an IUD. After giving birth to Xiaolian, she and my uncle had always used condoms when they had sex. I didn't agree; the friction of her wet, slippery flesh was what I wanted.

I forcefully pried open her tightly closed thighs, my penis pressing straight against her vulva. The circular skin of her vulva enveloped the head of my penis; it was so soft and wet that it seemed impossible to go all the way in. My aunt softly begged me not to penetrate, tears streaming down

her face like raindrops on pear blossoms, a picture of languid, delicate beauty. I didn't give up. I began to shallowly insert and withdraw the tip of my penis, gliding it step by step over the tightly adhering flesh, then pulling out with a forceful thrust. With a "whoosh," my penis plunged all the way in, only to be held back by a layer of soft, tender flesh, preventing further penetration. My

aunt was stunned. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes stared at me without moving. According to rural customs, the moral implications of stealing money were far less severe than those of being cheated on, let alone a grandson more than twenty years her junior. Her chastity, maintained for over thirty years, vanished with the sound of my penis penetrating her. Rural areas value these things highly; her mind was undoubtedly blank now. I ignored her wooden-like stillness and continued thrusting.

My aunt's vagina was much shallower than my mother's; it felt like many tongues were licking my glans, making my penis tremble with pleasure. She only reacted when I penetrated her to the point of near bursting, clinging tightly to me. Perhaps my aunt had always... Having been used to that size with my uncle, today, without a condom, my hard, large penis couldn't handle her. I sighed inwardly and thrust deeply and forcefully.

My aunt's expression was one of pain; her beautiful face flushed with desire, cold sweat poured down her back, and clear tears streamed from her almond-shaped eyes. Her delicate nose was round and moist, and her full lips exhaled sweet fragrance. What a beautiful woman! My heart trembled. Such a captivating beauty deserved to be savored. I cupped her soft breasts and kneaded them forcefully, taking her nipples into my mouth and inhaling their delicate milky scent—it was incredibly delicious.

My huge penis was swallowed by her tender, sweet vagina, and due to the intense collision, my testicles slapped repeatedly. My aunt's fleshy buttocks, glistening with lustful fluids—I never imagined she was so wanton; her cunt was truly made of water.

The squelching sounds echoed in the quiet night, and the two cats next door joined in with baby-like cries.

The thick, sticky walls of her flesh held my penis tightly together, so that each thrust and withdrawal would cause a slight jolt, like pulling out muddy water from deep mud. Sometimes, pulling too hard, with a "pop," the entire penis would flip out through the labia. The intense pleasure sent waves of pleasure to my nerve endings, making my glans feel like I was holding my urine in. My mind strongly commanded that I couldn't fire the cannonball. Making love with a beautiful woman with such a tight, honeyed cunt was, in fact, torture.

Enjoying happiness and… Pain gripped my aunt's pearly shoulders as I thrust harder and harder. My pent-up lust drove me almost mad. My hips swayed violently outside her opening as I thrust in and out, pulling out my greasy, wet penis and ramming it into her smooth, soft core like a pile driver. Waves of pleasure sent waves of ecstasy through me.

My aunt tilted her head, her face trembling from the impact, her complexion deathly pale. Seeing me lecherously enjoying her beauty, she shyly closed her almond-shaped eyes, softly moaning. Her lips felt dry from the pleasure, and she moistened them with her tongue, transforming them into a fresh, beautiful piece of flesh in my eyes. I bent down and bit her lips, licking, sucking, and nibbling.

The intercourse was incredibly smooth, and the sight of my beautiful aunt writhing in my arms created an overwhelming sense of desire. My penis was already swollen and hard with a torrent of semen. Wanting to prolong ejaculation, I stopped just as I felt an overwhelming urge to release emanating from my urethra, leaving my ecstatic aunt suspended in the air.

My aunt rolled her eyes, her mind blank as she watched me stop. But knowing I was the one who had the upper hand, she dared not utter a sound. Driven by revenge, knowing that I, a young man, couldn't last as long as my uncle, she began to take the initiative.

She gripped my neck tightly with her jade-white hands, her alluring eyes fixed on me with a captivating, melancholic gaze. It's hard to dispel the sorrow of a beautiful woman; I never imagined my aunt could be so alluring during lovemaking. She rubbed her delicate face against mine, the faint fragrance of her hair wafting to my nose. Her warm, honey-sweet face, so close, allowed me to savor it all, reminding me that I was with a stunning beauty. Her red, fragrant tongue also darted in, spreading a sensual scent in my mouth, making my heart tremble. The pleasure made my penis quiver again during thrusting.

I quickly lowered my breath, rolled my eyes, and dared not move. But then, my aunt's large, pointed breasts rubbed against my chest, her coin-sized nipples rubbing against mine. Her honeyed vaginal walls moved like a mouth, sucking on my penis. Her hot, throbbing core electrified my glans. With all three working simultaneously, even a god couldn't save me, and my glans began to ejaculate.

Hundreds of millions of sperm were trapped at the tip of my glans, surging with desire to blast into my aunt's fleshy vagina. I gritted my teeth, clenched my testicles, and held back my urge to ejaculate. I used several thick books to prop up my aunt's white

, fleshy buttocks. This was my favorite position because the seamless, close contact allowed me to feel every inch of my aunt's vagina. I held on until my penis softened and cooled down a bit, then began to plot my revenge. I hugged my aunt's slender waist tightly, groaned a few times, and thrust hard. My penis went all the way in each time, stretching my aunt's clitoris wide. My aunt had been the main character just now, but after my intense, unrestrained pounding, her little mouth couldn't help but let out soft, lewd moans, "Ah... umm..." Her pointed breasts and plump, white thighs bounced and swayed violently.

As soon as I penetrated her, she twitched, as if my penis was supporting the weight of her delicate body. I thrust straight in and out more than fifty times. Her face turned as white as paper, and she stopped making noises, breathing heavily, her mouth open in an "O" shape, waiting for me to feed her. As soon as I brought my mouth close, she sucked it in like a hungry ghost. Why was her mouth so cold? Was she having an orgasm?

Sure enough, her flower core gushed out a lot of hot, wet fluid. Her vaginal fluid drenched my glans, making me feel so good that I couldn't control myself anymore. I thrust wildly, wave after wave of semen shooting into her hot, wet uterus. My aunt whispered my uncle's name, while in my heart I called out my mother's name. The two of us reached orgasm in our fantasy of sexual intercourse.

With a "pop," the black, snake-like penis, still dripping with white semen, was pulled out of my aunt's vagina. My aunt squinted, panting heavily, her snow-white thighs unable to close, one hand still rubbing her breasts, the other tightly gripping a gold chain—a lewd sight. I kissed her pouty lips and said, "Aunt, come on, let's take a bath together. I have something to ask you, and there might be some good news later."

Hearing this, my aunt snapped out of her reverie. Her rosy cheeks, disheveled hair, and two or three red marks on her snow-white, round breasts—probably from my kisses and bites—were visible. Her dark pubic hair was wet and sticky with my semen and her own vaginal fluid. She grabbed a box of tissues and cleaned the semen off my penis. Then, she squatted down as if defecating, her legs spread wide. She used her hands to pry open her closed vagina and probed inside. A clump of milky white semen was spurted out. Wow, this can even prevent pregnancy?

She only wiped away the remaining fluid from her vaginal opening when she felt she had almost stopped. After wiping, she turned to look at me with a subtle expression, like both an elder and my woman. She bit her lower lip and said, "Anan, your uncle might come looking for me if I'm not in bed. He's very suspicious. You should wash yourself. I'll go back first."

"Don't talk so much. Come with me to the bathroom. Are you afraid of him? I'll wake him up and tell him that his wife, whom he thinks is the most beautiful woman in the village, was just fucked by me?"

My aunt was terrified. My uncle loved to boast to men that his wife was the most beautiful woman in the village and extremely loyal. If he found out, she would definitely die. Afraid that I would actually do it, she pulled me to the bathroom.

My family's bathtub is quite large; it's spacious enough for two people. The bathroom is filled with a hazy mist. My aunt and I are soaking in the tub. My aunt is naked, her body smooth and delicate from the water. I've rubbed my high, firm breasts with shower gel, then I hug her tightly, facing her beautiful face, breathing in her fragrant breath. I raise her plump, white thighs, intertwining them, and use her body to rub against mine, slowly creating lather.

My aunt looks at me with a silly grin, not understanding why I have so many mischievous ideas, even making bathing so complicated. I look at her and laugh, finding it all incredibly beautiful.

Her hair, parted and flowing smoothly, cascaded down her face, a few strands framing her oval face. She had large, smiling eyes, a pert nose, and an alluring mouth that seemed to never close, revealing a row of pearly white teeth. A small mole adorned her rounded chin. It turns out the old saying, "A smile can launch a thousand ships," was referring to my aunt. Her refined and elegant appearance grew more and more captivating the longer I looked at her. Unable to resist her beauty, I embraced her face, gently kissing her cheeks. She laughed and tried to avoid me, until I forcefully cupped her lips, biting and sucking them hard, all the while simultaneously guiding her hand to my erect penis.

My aunt was aroused by my kisses, moaning ecstatically. Her small hands gripped my large penis, squeezing and stroking it. My hands caressed her large breasts, kneading them vigorously. Smooth, elastic, and covered in foam, they felt incredibly good. Of course, I didn't forget her important place down there. Two fingers fit perfectly inside, and with the warm water, the walls of her vagina were wrinkled, slippery, and hot. She squeezed my penis even harder, and I penetrated even deeper. We were both pleasuring each other with our hands.

After a few dozen thrusts, my aunt suddenly released my penis, gripping me tightly. Her small mouth actively and frantically sucked on my tongue, making loud "mmm" sounds. Her buttocks moved up and down in response to my fingers. I was actually a little breathless from the kisses of this voluptuous and beautiful woman. As soon as I left her mouth, she breathed sweetly and kissed my face. A woman can become a virtuous woman if you arouse her.

The time had come. I straightened my thick, red, swollen penis, spread my aunt's thighs with one hand, and slowly inserted it into her underwater vulva, where her pubic hair was pricked up by the water. The fusion of our genitals even created a few bubbles. Inserting into a vagina in the water was a bit strange; when I pulled out, water would rush back in, and when I inserted it, water would be squeezed out again. The friction of the water pressure and the slippery softness of her vagina intensified the pleasure. I held my aunt tightly, pressing down hard on her lower abdomen and thrusting hard, my buttocks slapping the water's surface, creating splashes and a splashing sound. Haha, it was like playing a game in the water with a beautiful woman in my arms—a combination of pleasure and the joy of playing in the water.

I heated the water, and since we had been making love in the water for a while, our genitals were red and swollen, making penetration a little numb and itchy.

My aunt probably couldn't handle the two vigorous thrusts from the young man, and her moans were a bit loud. Afraid of waking others, I quickly covered her mouth with mine. The rhythm of my thrusts was like a motor, incredibly fast. But the sound of the water was too loud. After a while, I picked my aunt up from the bathtub, made her lie face down on the toilet seat, grabbed her two protruding white buttocks, her swollen, red vulva dripping wetly. I aimed directly at her entrance, and with a loud "whoosh," I thrust all the way in. The immense impact and the slippery wetness of her vulva made my penis feel like it was piercing her core, my glans tingling. My aunt looked back in pain. She patted me and told me to be gentle. I chuckled and said, "Auntie, aren't you afraid someone might wake up? Let's finish this quickly, or you'll regret it!"

Then, a slapping sound rang out. I bent down and grasped her swaying breasts, feeling the weight of her plump breasts undulating in my palm. The rear-entry position was very smooth, and I frantically released my pleasure, scraping and rubbing against the wrinkled, wet walls of her flesh. My penis thrust in and out every second, so pleasurable that my mind went completely blank. My testicles felt a surge of urge to urinate, and my auntie's tight, wet, and tender vagina kept trying to suck out my sperm.

Sudden!! Just as I was swallowing hard, grabbing her beautiful breasts and fucking her tender pussy, a few footsteps came from outside the door. I was so scared that my soul almost left my body. We were both too frightened to make a sound. The footsteps stopped at the door, and my uncle's voice rang out: "Xiuying, is that you in there?"

I turned pale, but my penis, being sucked uncontrollably by her wet and hot pussy, trembled and released a little semen. My aunt touched her chest and tried to calm herself down, saying, "Yes, I got my period. I'm going to take a shower and go back to sleep. What are you doing here?"

I couldn't help but admire my aunt's quick thinking. Thinking that the bathroom door was locked and my uncle couldn't see anything, and that I couldn't control my lust, I boldly and carefully pulled my penis out of her wet pussy and quickly thrust it back in. With a soft "whoosh," my aunt turned around and frowned, signaling me to stop. I was captivated by the tense and exciting atmosphere. I hugged my aunt's buttocks tightly, ignored her, and continued to slowly thrust into her trembling pussy.

"Xiuying, how did that go? Weren't you going to look for it tonight too?"

"...Ah, that thing, tonight... um... I found a gold chain, maybe worth a few thousand yuan... not much else..."

"I think we should forget it. If Duomei finds out we took her things, she definitely won't let us off the hook. We won't be able to hold our heads up in the village anymore. Sigh, you've suffered so much because of Lian'er. Let's leave tomorrow. One gold chain is enough for Lian'er's tuition..."

It turned out they had planned this all along. I retaliated by thrusting into my aunt a few times with great force. My aunt's body bounced from the impact. Her black hair fell across her face, and her delicate and beautiful face turned pale and sad as she looked back at me. Of course, her husband was outside, and her pure body was being violated by someone else. How could a woman bear such a sin? But did she dare to scream?

I lay on her fragrant, soft body, pulled out my swollen, wet penis, and then forcefully thrust it in.

My uncle was right outside, the door separating us so close that he couldn't see his nephew deeply penetrating his own penis into the naked vagina of what he considered his most beautiful wife—a vagina he had enjoyed alone for over twenty years, its pleasures known only to him. Today, he'd let his grandson share in it.

I was nibbling at my aunt's delicate, snow-white skin. She ignored me, continuing to speak to my uncle: "Yes, you're right. We'll leave early tomorrow morning. You go back to sleep first, I need to wash up… oh…"

"Ah? Xiuying, are you alright? I've been preoccupied with money these past few days, I didn't think much of it. Are you sick? Is your period very painful?"

"I'm fine, you… oh… you should go back to sleep…"

Hearing my aunt's erotic murmurs, my uncle assumed it was menstrual cramps and continued his nagging.

While they were talking, my penis was already feeling the incredible pleasure of defiling a beautiful wife with her husband beside her. An endless surge of desire welled up in my brain.

So this is how much I enjoy stimulation! What a pleasurable thing it was to sow the seeds of sin in this loving couple!

And while I was indulging my lustful desires by forcing myself on my aunt's voluptuous body, loving her so much that I often suspected my uncle, who was standing right outside the door, of incestuous relations with another man, never imagining that his beautiful wife had already cuckolded him, separated only by the door.

Haha, overwhelmed with guilt and triumph, I released my grip on my aunt, like controlling a wild horse galloping freely in nature, thrusting blissfully into her soft, wet vagina. At that moment, my aunt was like a lump of mud.

Just as my uncle said he was leaving, my aunt suddenly grabbed my buttocks, her vagina tightly gripping my penis, ejaculating streams of vaginal fluid. Her spray made my penis tremble violently, and I almost ejaculated as well.

Once I was sure my uncle had left, I quickly turned my aunt around to admire her beauty. She tried to turn her head away, but I forced her face back. Perhaps because my uncle was there and I had been raping her, she felt wronged; her eyes were filled with resentment and hatred, and there were tears in them. She clenched her teeth.

I whispered a word to her, then stuck out my tongue and licked her eyebrows, eyelashes, beautiful eyes, nose, and gleaming white teeth. She refused to open her cherry lips, so my tongue could only lick back and forth on her teeth. My entire weight was on my penis, and I thrust in and out rapidly and wetly. I could no longer hold back my intense desire. I forced open her teeth and frantically shoved my tongue into her fragrant mouth, sucking vigorously with a smacking sound, while my lower body gushed out thick semen until it filled her entire clitoris.

After a sensual scene of passion came to an end, I asked her while washing up how she knew my mother had so much money. She honestly told me the whole story.

It turned out that my mother always flaunted her wealth in front of her. My aunt was also a greedy woman. Knowing that my mother had so much money, she carefully kept an eye on where my mother's money box was. Once, when she borrowed money from my mother, my mother didn't have any on her. So she took a key from the wardrobe, went into the study, and came out with a stack of bills, counting out a few to lend to her. She remembered it all.

(My mother really treated her like a sister, and she was so careless. Thinking about it, my mother sometimes stayed in the study for a long time, which must be related to this.) Tonight, while my mother was asleep, she stole the key and went to the study to search for the money box. When she found the hidden money, she was unlucky enough to run into me, this lecherous thief! I admire my aunt's meticulousness; she even took the oil painting. I also admire my good luck; it was truly a matter of fate.

After my aunt hobbled back to her room, I went to the study to clean up the traces of our sexual encounter. After putting the books away, I took the opportunity to inspect my mother's money. Wow, the amount was astonishing! After taking out over a dozen stacks of cash, I found a bankbook and a notebook. Huh?! There was a staggering 300,000 yuan in the bankbook! This was the most money I'd ever seen in my life! How was my mother so good at stocks? I'd never seen her so interested in stocks before, and her mind seemed average, though she was quick at counting my father's money. How

could she earn so much? A flood of questions swirled in my mind, and I pondered for a long time. I closed the study door, turned on the lights, and started looking through the notebook my mother had hidden at the bottom.

Twenty minutes later… I slammed my jaw down in utter astonishment as I closed the notebook. Damn, this contained the secrets of my mother's life. If I told you, few would believe what had happened to her. Much of it detailed her spending and the source of her money, and most of it was related to sex.

Her painful past illustrates the saying "beauty is a curse," and "possessing wealth is a crime," but Mom certainly valued money too much.

Mom wrote that when she was seventeen, she was on her period and home alone while the others went to the movies. The pig dealer next door, Er Gou, had long coveted her beauty and climbed over the wall to rape her (Dad wasn't her first victim! Poor Mom was killed by her own beauty). "Damn it! Er Gou, if your mother hadn't died, I'd rape her too!!!" This beast threw Mom a hundred yuan afterward. This was the first amount of money Mom recorded in her account. In those days, a hundred yuan in the countryside was like half a million yuan today.

Mom wrote many curses in the book; she must have been terrified. Could this be the origin of her sleepwalking? Anyway, Dad lost big time. I don't know if he reported Er Gou, but probably not. I guess Mom definitely didn't tell anyone, because Dad wouldn't marry a raped woman, given his wealth at the time.

Mom wrote about the first money Dad gave her: two hundred yuan! Mom wouldn't marry Dad for the money, would she?

But it seems that's the reason. This might also explain why Mom doesn't have deep feelings for Dad; a marriage driven by self-interest is bound to be tragic.

The third sum of money was in the name of my father's deceased friend, Old Huang! Ah! That old bastard used to come to our house all the time. He gave me my first video game console when I was fifteen. I remember him always leering at my mother. My father did a big business deal with him. I clearly remember one day my mother came home with him, the old man carrying my father on his back, panting. My father was drunk that day, and my mother told me to go to bed early. Could it be… wait, there's a "500,000" added after Old Huang's name in my mother's account! Damn it, only the two of them were in the living room that day. One was after lust, the other after money. They must have done that sort of thing. Yes, my mother used to always argue with my father about money, but after that day, they rarely argued about money anymore.

It's a good thing that old lecher died quickly, or I would have chopped his penis up and made soup.

My mother dares to write about being raped, but she doesn't dare to write about what happened with Old Huang. She must feel a lot of guilt. Raped as a child, seduced as a young woman, these psychological burdens have given me a sleepwalking mother.

My mother loves money too much, but she doesn't appreciate it when she spends it. Once, she went for a whitening treatment and spent almost ten thousand yuan, which led to a day-long argument with my father.

At the back of the ledger, there were several entries showing money my mother had secretly obtained from my father's company through accounting tricks. The amount embezzled was considerable. If my father only saw these stolen amounts, he might have a heart attack. After seeing the whole ledger, I believe he would definitely die. I secretly thought of avenging my father, and also for myself, including my engorged penis. An evil thought sprouted in my heart: it seems this ledger is about to add another transaction.

Chapter Four:

Who Gave You Life, Who Loved You, Who Raised You, Remember Where You Go.

I ejaculated three times in one night, turning a hero into a dog. I didn't sleep well; yang deficiency inevitably leads to many dreams.

I dreamt of chasing each other on the grass when I was little, the laughter making me nostalgic for the past. (Can you hear voices in dreams?) It's a little heartbreaking; the beautiful past with my mother is gone forever. I'm terrified of losing my mother one day. Without her, I'll lose the other half of my life forever. This fear still lingers. We lose things every day, including our dearest loved ones. That's why some people become monks, denying their own existence.

Undeniably, my mindset is somewhat abnormal. I always want to reunite with my mother in my life, constantly demanding everything from her. In my childhood, it was her meticulous care, her fragrant milk, her sweet laughter, and the way she would hold me and feed me under the shade of trees.

In my youth, it was the happy fairy tales at my bedside, the warm praise on my report cards, even the mosquito netting, swatting mosquitoes, and tucking me in before sleep—all gifts of her love. Even now, my precocious maturity prevents me from confiding my troubles to my mother. My penis is with her, yet I dare not ask her for anything. Moral ethics block my growing needs.

My mother can't give me what I need, so I try to solve the problem unilaterally—and that problem is incest, a societal taboo! With a hideous, unbearable yearning, I rush towards my young and beautiful mother in my dreams.

A warm, soft, and supple body—what a beautiful dream! I wanted to embrace my mother in the dream and kiss her, but suddenly it felt like falling into an abyss, into an icy cave. Wow! So cold!!

I shivered and woke up with a start. I opened my eyes, looked up, and saw a flower! A delicate, honey-dripping flower! A flower that embodies all the meaning of my life.

Yes, this flower is my mother. My mother looks so beautiful today. Her long, flowing black hair sways gently in the morning breeze. Her jade-like face is bathed in the morning light, as if painted with a divine glow. In her beautiful eyes, there is a deep, dark lake, full of kindness. Her alluring little mouth is slightly upturned, hidden by the light emanating from her pearly white teeth—a masterpiece of nature.

She wore a white, light gauze dress that draped to the ground. Without any makeup, her natural beauty was breathtaking, like a fairy descended from the clouds, untouched by worldly concerns, pure and captivating. A thought crossed my mind: could my mother be a fairy banished from heaven to earth, whose beauty only fades with age? Perhaps she grows more beautiful with age? I couldn't bear such earthly beauty and shivered.

She covered her mouth with her slender white hand and chuckled softly, looking at me, this mere mortal. Her other hand rubbed my back, the cool touch of her jade-like hand making my bare skin tingle with goosebumps. Mom laughed, "You little rascal, you can't sleep well on your stomach, and you drool so much. I have to wash your pillowcase again. It's disgusting. Let Mom punish you."

(Disgusting, my drool has already flowed over your little mouth. Yes, eat my drool, Mom, then you won't feel disgusted.)

"Mom, why are you doing this so early?"

"Get up, you lazybones, Mom doesn't like that. Your uncle is leaving, let's eat together, get up quickly..."

I sighed helplessly, then suddenly rolled over, grabbed Mom's hand that was on my back, pulled her down onto the bed, and pounced on her like a wolf.

(Sorry everyone, this isn't the time for that kind of scene.)

Mom was startled, her big eyes blinking as she looked at me. Her high, full breasts heaved against my chest. My strong, unyielding penis was majestically inserted into Mom's soft buttocks. The feeling was so good that I almost forgot about revenge. I pressed her down hard and started vigorously tickling Mom's arms.

My mother burst into laughter, her soft, fragrant body bouncing beneath me. As she struggled, her undulating buttocks made my penis feel like I needed to urinate. Her eyes narrowed with laughter, and from her small, angular mouth, due to the laughter and the closeness, she continuously sprayed a sweet, fragrant breath into my nose, like the taste of boiled milk, making me want to kiss her! She laughed even more unrestrainedly, her spittle spraying my face. Being sprayed with saliva by a beautiful woman is a kind of happiness for me, especially my mother's.

My mother's plump breasts trembled with her laughter, rubbing against my chest and fueling my desire, causing me to become aroused. My penis released a little hot semen. Was I torturing her, or was she torturing me?

Until, my hard penis was accidentally pushed in the wrong direction by her buttocks, thrusting straight and hard into the warm, fleshy hollow of my mother's body, her most sensitive spot—her vagina! Through two layers of pants, wow, my penis seemed to have found its home, nodding gratefully. Mom, unaware that I was in a vegetative state, immediately blushed, pushed me away forcefully, and shyly scolded, "You little rascal, so disrespectful! You're going to make your old mother laugh to death! Go pee, wash up, and then come to the dining room for dinner."

I responded and bent over, running to the toilet. Mom sat on the edge of the bed, watching my disheveled state, chuckling softly.

At the dinner table, my shy aunt didn't dare look at me, just shoveling food into her porridge. My uncle was expressionless; when Mom told him to eat some vegetables, he grabbed some water and drank, his hand trembling slightly—probably ashamed of stealing his younger sister's necklace. I busied myself helping my aunt pick up food; she had cooked so well for me last night, I should make it up to her. Mom smiled and praised me, saying I seemed to have changed today, being so polite. I said, "Auntie, you're all alone, busy with so much farm work, it's not easy for you. And you're the most beautiful and virtuous woman in the village, so as your nephew, I should be very filial. Uncle is so lucky!"

Auntie's face turned bright red, like she'd eaten chili peppers, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. Uncle, however, was very happy and patted my shoulder, saying, "Then you should study hard, become an official someday, and you can have any woman you want. Even if that doesn't work, you should learn from your uncle and marry a good, beautiful wife. Don't fall behind me, don't be worse than me, hahaha!"

I laughed along. I wouldn't learn from you; my wife's beautiful hole has been penetrated by someone else without me even knowing. Auntie glared at me resentfully, while Mom giggled and scolded Uncle, "Brother, you really are something, talking about this with a child, it's disrespectful to an elder!"

A child? I've slept with two women already, one of them being you, Mom!

My uncle pulled me close again, grinning, and said, "Seriously, Anan is a great student. There's something I might need to trouble you with, sister. My daughter, Xiaolian, is about to start junior high school, and she might need to stay here. I don't know if that's possible, but I also want Anan to help Xiaolian with her studies, haha."

Mom readily agreed; there was no need for formalities among family. I didn't really remember my cousin Xiaolian; she'd only visited once, and she was dark-skinned, so I hadn't really looked her over. My aunt complained that my uncle was troubling them too much, and the two of them argued briefly at the table. Mom and I quickly smoothed things over.

After my uncle's family left, it was just Mom and me at home. Without the lively chatter of a large group, it felt much quieter. But being with my beloved Mom felt like a peaceful honeymoon.

After we became intimate, I often unconsciously mistook Mom for my wife. When she was cooking, I would stand beside her, quietly admiring her beautiful back. Her graceful figure and alluring body, combined with the mature femininity she exuded, completely captivated me, filling me with lust. Especially her swaying, beautiful buttocks—if she were naked, I would definitely fuck her until she lost her soul.

When we ate together, she was busy serving me food, but what I really wanted to eat was: Mom leaning over, her collar accidentally revealing her round, plump breasts, their white, jade-like skin—I really wanted to bite them and never let go.

Sometimes, my mother, with her childlike heart, would pull me into role-playing games. We would sometimes revisit long-lost memories. I would pretend to be a baby, and my mother would recount the most difficult times she had taken care of me. I would lie happily in my mother's arms, watching her feed me.

Once, I suggested that my mother and I pretend to be husband and wife. She laughed and flicked my forehead with her finger, saying, "You naughty son, aren't you ashamed? Can a mother and son be husband and wife?"

I quickly said, "Dad often argues with you, making Mom suffer a lot. Actually, I've been wanting to see this for a long time. Mom, let me play Dad and let's simulate the happiness of being husband and wife."

Mom shook her head, her eyes reddening, tears welling up. She took a breath, opened her arms, and softly asked me to hug her. I slowly walked over, my nose suddenly feeling a little sore. I hugged Mom tightly. A few withered petals blew in from the courtyard. Mom picked one up, rested her head on my shoulder, and softly asked, "Son, am I old?"

"Mom isn't old, and I'm as beautiful and young as a fairy!"

"If Mom were very, very old, would you still love Mom?"

"Love! By then, I'll grow old with Mom too."

That night, as we went to bed, I followed her into the room and rolled around on her bed. She smiled and asked why I liked her bed so much. I said Mom's bed smelled so good, it reminded me of the times I slept with her when I was little. Mom smiled and came over, opening her arms and saying, "Little baby, come here, let Mom hug you, see if you've wet your pants?"

I pounced on her like an elephant, hugging my smiling mother as if she were my lover, gazing at her with boundless love. Her silky hair, her bright, sparkling eyes, her full, delicate nose, her cherry-like lips—beauty couldn't be described in words; she was simply enchanting.

Mom held me close, carefully watching every inch of my skin grow, until she met my tender gaze. She seemed a little confused, her eyes trying to see into my heart, while in my heart I kept saying, "Mom, I love you, I want you." After gazing at each other for a while, she vaguely recognized that it was her father's gaze. Her face flushed crimson, but she didn't look away. Her captivating eyes, like gentle water, embraced the desire in my eyes.

Time stood still. In that moment of divine intervention, there was no distinction between mother and son between my mother and me; only the exchange of feelings between a man and a woman. One was a young man infatuated with my mother's beauty; the other was a woman who only sought money from men and had never loved. My mother was the woman who gave me life; my son was the man I loved most in my life. When all of this could not be expressed in words or actions, this silence appeared.

It felt like ten thousand years had passed when my mother exhaled a breath that had been compressed for so long, yet it was so sweet and warm. She coughed lightly, her mouth dry, and instantly the stillness of time melted away. Only then did we hear the rapid beating of our hearts. My mother broke the barrier, pushed me away, stood up, and opened the window. The wind blew away the sweltering atmosphere in the room, and mother and son slept without saying a word that night.

In the middle of the night, when I got up to pee, I looked at my sleeping mother, petite, cute, and alluring, and my mind started wandering again! I tried to nudge her a little, but she didn't wake up. I tried again, shaking her even harder. Hooray!! My mother jerked and then sat up. Something was wrong! She opened her sleepy eyes and snapped, "What is it, son? Why did you wake me up?"

I knew she wasn't sleepwalking, so I quickly made up an excuse. After thinking for a moment, I said I was bitten by mosquitoes. My mother scolded me severely, but she still got up, lit mosquito coils, and covered me with another blanket. I pulled back the blanket and ran to the bathroom, using my hands as a wife and the toilet as a womb.

The next day, I rushed to the library to look up information. I searched for ages in the medical section before finally finding a book called "A Brief Analysis of Mental Illness." Damn, a brief analysis? It was as thick as two or three bricks! I quickly looked through it, and an old man next to me gestured at the book, praising my eagerness to learn at such a young age. I retorted irritably that I was mentally ill. The old man nonchalantly stood up and quickly walked away.

I continued searching and found a section on sleepwalking, which listed many symptoms, some caused by extreme fright or nervous tension. I took notes, noting several cases similar to my mother's.

Patient A, due to childhood sexual abuse, experienced sleepwalking at night after daytime suggestions; Patient B, due to remorseful actions, experienced sleepwalking at night when feeling uneasy; Patient D, experienced sleepwalking due to overwork and nervous weakness. My mother had all three of these cases.

The reason I sleepwalked the night I had sex with my mother, I thought about it for a while. One reason was the sounds of sex next door, and another was that I went shopping that day, taking care of my grandmother and helping relatives with shopping, which made my mother unusually tired. I think all of this was the reason for my mother's sleepwalking.

When my father saw my mother sleepwalking, one reason was the lewd noises and stench from my lewd father watching adult television late at night on the weekend, and another was that my mother sleepwalked when she was tired. These deductions made me realize everything! Now, my beautiful mother can wait for her son to cure her illness, but it's my illness, my lustful illness, my incestuous lustful illness!!!

Walking out of the library, I saw the old man from before. I happily went over and hugged him, kissing his face repeatedly, scaring him so much that he kept shouting that I was crazy. I patted his bald head and ran away.

A few days later, my uncle came from the countryside again, accompanied by my cousin Xiaolian. Wow, this little girl is very pretty, with beautiful big eyes like flowers, and lively, cute black pupils that sparkle. She had a cute, upturned nose, a small mouth that curved like her mother's when she smiled, and pearly white teeth that were perfectly aligned, though one of her canine teeth was missing, making her look even more childish and adorable. Her hair was tied in a small ponytail. I felt she didn't look like my aunt, but rather like my mother—she really looked like a miniature version of my mother, probably inheriting genes from the women in my mother's family.

When she saw me, she was a little shy and timidly called me "cousin." I happily responded to my little cousin and then pulled her to the room that had been prepared for her to see. She looked delighted and jumped on the Simmons mattress, bouncing around, her face flushed and delicate, innocent and beautiful. It was then that I realized that although my little cousin's face was very childish and cute, her full, plump breasts, swaying as she jumped up and down, gave me a tingling feeling. Damn, she's not even an adult yet! What am I thinking? My penis protested and twitched a few times, making me go to the bathroom. Damn it, why did my uncle bring her? If my aunt had come, I could have threatened her and had sex with her again.

My little cousin's arrival made our house much livelier. This little girl is very curious; once she got to know me and my mom, she became incredibly bold, wanting to try everything. After a few days, she played with all the appliances in the house, even breaking a vacuum cleaner.

One time I went to find her, but I didn't see her in her room. I thought she'd gone to my mom's room to put on makeup again—that little rascal! I went to my mom's door and saw—ah!! My little cousin was taking several bras from my mom's closet and trying them on, throwing a few on the bed. Her round, slightly upturned breasts were exposed, the two pink nipples clearly visible, as fresh and delicious as peaches. After changing a few outfits, she probably saw me in the makeup mirror, and suddenly turned around. I didn't have time to hide, so I just coughed lightly and quickly walked away.

At dinner, my little cousin looked at me with a grin, her eyes fixed on me, making me blush slightly.

My mother, oblivious to our expressions, asked how my cousin was doing. My cousin said it was fine, but school would start in a few days, and she was feeling bored at home. My mother smiled and suggested we go to Qingling Mountain to have our fortunes told the next day. Her friend said an old master there was very skilled, and she'd been wanting to ask him for a while. Plus, we could have some sightseeing; it was quiet and not too crowded. My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately agreed. My little cousin nodded happily in agreement.

Since it was a fortune-telling trip, my mother didn't want to dress too brightly. She wore a simple suit, looking elegant and sophisticated. Her hair was styled in a sideburn updo, and her face, without makeup, was radiant and beautiful. This was the outfit my mother wore when entertaining important clients at her company. Many clients were captivated by her beauty, and deals were easily closed. My mother's beauty, wherever she went, attracted lustful glances from men.

The car drove briskly, and in no time we arrived at the foot of Qingling Temple. The mountain was lush with green trees and overgrown with weeds, and the crisp chirping of birds filled the air.

Looking up, Qingling Temple was nestled in the embrace of the mountains, bathed in golden light, beautiful yet mysterious. It seemed this journey would be quite a challenge. I pulled my mother's hand and climbed the steps one by one. My little cousin had already run up several steps—wow, growing up in the countryside really makes a difference!

Before we were even halfway up, my sweat was dripping cheaply onto the steps. My mother was also exhausted, drenched in sweat, panting heavily as she touched her swaying breasts. I suggested we rest. My mother closed her eyes and sat down, forgetting to pull her skirt up, revealing black underwear peeking out from the top of her snow-white thighs. Exhausted, I didn't miss this lewd sight.

My mother's haggard appearance was pitiful; her rosy cheeks were stained with a few strands of black silk, and her slightly parted lips revealed pearly white teeth. Her expression gave me a lewd feeling, and I stood there, lost in fantasies of raping her in the wilderness.

Mom took off her coat, revealing her smooth white underwear. Her sweat-soaked chest clung to her full breasts. The natural beauty of the green mountains, blue sky, and lush trees served as a stunning backdrop for her, making her look ethereal and otherworldly. I swallowed hard, suppressing my desire. After resting for a bit, I continued on with Mom. She went first, and I followed behind, so I could see her round, plump buttocks clearly. Besides, her little black underwear was my flag for advancing.

When we arrived at Qingling Temple, the surrounding mountains stood tall and undulating, like a mature and beautiful woman. A clear stream flowed into the lush green forest behind the mountain. What a beautiful scene! Mom took some pictures of me, and I asked her to take some too. In the developed photos, she gently stroked her hair, her lips slightly pursed in a smile. The mature charm of a young woman was so beautiful it made my heart flutter. My little cousin was also posed for a few pictures while being held by me. The little girl probably felt a little uncomfortable with the fleshy thing pressing against her little bottom, and she looked a bit frowning in the photos.

They went in for a fortune telling. The old abbot squinted at my mother for a long time, then took her small, snow-white hand, examined the lines, and combined them with her birth date and time. He told her, "Madam, your fate is that of an immortal descended to earth. Your destiny is extraordinary, but it is mixed with the negative consequences of clashing peach blossom luck, causing you to suffer in your youth and continue to suffer in your old age. Your life line is very strange; this is the first time I've seen one like it. I advise you to pay more attention to your health. You may face a major calamity this autumn."

My mother was startled and quickly took out money to buy oil, begging the old abbot for a solution.

The old abbot glanced at my little cousin and me, then chuckled and said, "But don't be afraid. You have a benefactor to help you, and they will also help you resolve your past karma. Anything can happen; just let it be, and good fortune will come."

My mother seemed a little happier upon hearing this, and then pulled me to have my fortune told by the old abbot. I was genuinely afraid this old man could read my destiny, and my heart was pounding. The old abbot examined my life line, my birth chart, and my appearance, staring into my eyes, and said, word by word, "A demonic star roams the heavens; why frolic in the mortal world? Entwined vines entwine. The fates of the young benefactor and the female benefactor are indeed..." "They're so alike! One is water, the other fire, mutually generating and restraining each other. Past causes, present effects; all things in heaven and earth are ultimately empty, so let them be. Old man, that's enough for now."

My mother and I were completely bewildered, not understanding what profound truths the old man was spouting. But since he didn't say anything bad, I didn't ask further. My mother wanted to ask the old man what he meant, but he waved his hand and went into the inner room, ending the fortune-telling. My cousin, Xiaolian, was annoyed that the old man had

stopped before she even had her fortune told, her lips pouting. Mother and I helped each other down the mountain. My mother and I were both exhausted and out of breath. My cousin, carrying some foxtail grass she'd picked from the mountain, ran around energetically! My mother, her face flushed, gazed thoughtfully at Qingling Temple on the mountain, while I stared intently at her beautiful face and voluptuous body, my mind racing with lewd thoughts as I devised my battle plan.

When I got home, it was already night. Mom checked the phone for messages. Dad had called from abroad, saying he'd be back a little later. He said his business was doing very well there and he was planning to set up a branch, so he had a lot to prepare. Of course, his last words were a warning to Mom not to spend money recklessly. Mom angrily hung up and went to take a shower.

After my little cousin finished showering, she said she wanted to sleep with Mom, and Mom agreed. Because she was tired from hiking, Mom watched TV for a bit and then went to bed with Xiaolian. I lay on my comfortable bed, fantasizing about wonderful sex with Mom, and soon drifted off into a sweet dream.

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