The wrong person

I'm an introverted person and don't like interacting with people. Perhaps it's because of my personality, but I'm not getting any younger and still haven't found a partner. In my desperation, I've gone to town to play, but the town is too small, and the women there are generally not very attractive and are also quite old. However, over time, I've gained some experience, but I've also spent a lot of money. My father passed away early, leaving only my mother and me at home farming. We don't earn much money each year, and life is quite difficult.
Many people my age already have sons in elementary school. But I'm anxious because of my personality and family situation.
This summer, my mother asked someone to introduce me to a girl from another town. I heard she's not young either. We arranged to meet that evening. My family prepared a lot of things for this meeting because the girl is from out of town and is also eager to get married. She had already told the matchmaker before meeting us that if we both agree after the meeting, the girl shouldn't leave.
Finally, evening arrived, and the girl and matchmaker came to our house. I was a little disappointed when I saw her; she was quite ugly, short and stout, with small features squeezed onto her chubby face. But then I thought, I'm getting old, so it's better to have her than nothing.
I nodded, and the girl nodded too. That's how it was settled. We were both happy during dinner, so we drank some wine. After dinner, I took the matchmaker home on my bicycle, while my mother arranged for the girl to rest. Before taking the matchmaker home, my mother pulled me aside and told me to sleep with the girl as soon as I got back, to make it a fait accompli. I nodded and let my mother make the arrangements. Because the matchmaker's house was far away, I quickly took her away before finishing my sentence.
It was dark, and having drunk some alcohol, I dared not ride too fast. After dropping the matchmaker off at home and settling her in, I hurried back, arriving close to midnight. Afraid of waking the people inside, I quietly entered the courtyard, found my room, and pushed it open. The door wasn't closed, and I could vaguely see someone sleeping on the bed. The thought that I would no longer have to endure loneliness and hardship instantly made my penis hard and erect.
Although we had agreed beforehand that the girl would stay overnight, we hadn't discussed whether we would consummate the relationship. So, I took off my undershirt, slowly lifted the girl's arms, gently tied them to the headboard, and secured them with a tight knot. Then, I took my towel from behind the door, shoved it into the girl's mouth, and pounced on her, kissing her passionately.
After only a few kisses, my penis was throbbing. I didn't care about anything else; I just wanted to get inside. I felt for the right spot, then thrust in. It felt a little dry down there, but surprisingly, it slipped all the way in. It didn't feel like a young girl's at first. But then I thought, oh well, it's normal for a girl this age not to be a virgin. I should just relax.
At that moment, I felt the girl fully awaken. She started struggling violently, even trying to pull off her hand-binding shirt. The shirt was tied in a tight knot, and the more I pulled, the tighter it became. The woman beneath me was still writhing and kicking desperately.
Unexpectedly, her movements only made my penis squeeze even tighter. Then I thought, since I was going to force it, what was there to be afraid of? I stopped worrying and started groping her body without restraint. This girl, who looked ugly, had surprisingly well-maintained, smooth and delicate skin.
I vigorously kneaded the woman's large breasts with both hands, thinking: "I didn't expect a woman so short to have such big breasts." While my hands were working hard, my lower body wasn't idle either. Emboldened by the alcohol, I began to
thrust wildly, making the woman's body tremble. At first, the woman's lower body was dry, but after a while, a lot of fluid flowed out, making my pubic hair sticky. When I touched it, it was already overflowing. Now the woman had given up resisting and let me play with her as I pleased. I thrust even harder, letting the fluids soak the sheets beneath us.
After about fifteen minutes, I felt a burning sensation all over my body, a surge of heat rushing from my head to my waist. I couldn't hold back any longer, so I simply lay on top of the woman, letting my penis ejaculate profusely, unable to utter a single word.
It took me a long time to get up and reach for the light cord on the wall. I turned on the light to wipe the sweat from my brow, and the moment the light flashed, I froze: my mother, my own mother, was lying naked on the bed, her breasts distorted from being kneaded, and her crotch a mess, her pubic hair stained with white semen.
How could this be? I rushed over, untied the undershirt binding my hands, took the towel stuffed in my mouth, and sat there dumbfounded, not daring to say a word. My mother then hurriedly got up and dressed, sobbing. From her fragmented sobs, I gradually pieced together what was happening.
My mother had originally intended to arrange for the girl to stay in my room, but upon entering, she found it too messy and moved the girl to her own room. She planned to wait for me to return and tell me, but she had drunk some wine during dinner and, after waiting a long time without returning, took off her clothes to rest on my bed. Unexpectedly, she fell asleep immediately. Even more unexpectedly, when I returned, she didn't even look at me before rushing over, cleverly tying my mother's hands and gag her. And so, in this confused state, we ended up like this. Speechless, we could only sit facing each other until dawn.
The next morning, the matchmaker arrived at our gate, this time bringing the bride's family's message: a dowry of 20,000 yuan for the marriage. 20,000 yuan! For us, it was undoubtedly an astronomical figure. We stood there, stunned.
After a while, I slowly came to my senses. Looking at the short, plump girl in front of me, the smug matchmaker, and my helpless mother, a feeling of disgust suddenly welled up inside me. I reached out and shoved the matchmaker and the girl out, yelling, "Get out!"
Then I slammed the door shut and pulled my mother into my arms. My mother was startled by my actions and stared at me blankly. I looked at my mother in front of me; she was much better than the short, plump girl from before. I whispered in my mother's ear, "I will never look for another woman again. I want you to be with me for the rest of my life. Although we don't have that much money, we have had it before, and we have it. I only want you for the rest of my life..."
A trace of hesitation and confusion flashed in my mother's eyes. Perhaps she thought of our family's reality, or perhaps she thought of what happened last night. She struggled in my arms for a moment, but quickly gave up and silently closed her eyes.
Overjoyed, I carried my mother to the bed inside. This time, I slowly undressed her, bit by bit. It was the first time in so many years I'd observed her so closely. Despite the many hardships she had endured, her skin was still so smooth and fair. Her two breasts, semi-oval in shape, trembled slightly, though a little sagging, yet still large and full, presented before me. Around the dark red areolas were rings of small red dots, and in the center were two deep purple nipples, standing erect like ripe grapes.
I couldn't help but swallow, and began to slowly trace her nipples with my fingers. My hands gripped her breasts tightly, kneading them vigorously. With each kneading, my mother's body quickly changed; her stiff body began to soften, and her face slowly flushed. I stopped, and slowly pressed my lips to her breasts, cupping her nipples, sucking gently like a child nursing. My hands slid down to her lower body.
From my mother's smooth lower abdomen downwards, there was that lush forest, pubic hair scattered there in an inverted triangle shape. My mother felt my hand, and her legs tightly clamped together.
I stopped caressing, grabbed my mother's hand, and brought it to my already erect penis, letting it hold it firmly. My hot penis melted my mother like fire, and her tightly clamped legs slowly loosened. I used both hands to slowly separate my mother's legs, and her two thick labia were already turned outwards, revealing the pink flesh inside, full of blood, open to me.
I placed my middle finger on the engorged area and rubbed it little by little. Soon, a stream of vaginal fluid flowed from between her labia. My mother suddenly arched her back, enveloping my entire middle finger. Looking at my mother in front of me, I could no longer control myself and pulled my middle finger out. At this moment, my mother's hand, which was tightly gripping my penis, guided forward, and her other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me towards herself.
I quickly pressed myself against my mother, my penis already sliding down to the outside of her labia under her guidance. With a thrust of my hips and a final push, my penis slid all the way in. "Ah..." That soft, plaintive sound, tinged with longing, pierced my eardrums, and a warm current flowed out as my penis entered.
My mother's hands tightly encircled my waist. I paused briefly, then slowly pulled my penis out, rubbing the head against her labia majora before slowly pushing it back in. When it was halfway in, I thrust forward, plunging it all the way in. I repeated this several times, and my mother began to control her hips in rhythm with the thrusts.
As I pulled out, my mother's hips arched backward; when I was halfway in, her hips arched upward. Each impact gave me a depth and a powerful sensation I had never felt before. Soon, I couldn't hold back any longer, and my thick semen shot inside my mother's body.
I hugged my mother tightly, lying on my side. My mother, no longer shy, opened her eyes and wiped the sweat from my forehead. After lying quietly for a while, she got up to cook. I stopped her from getting dressed and said, "Don't get dressed, just like this. I'll help you cook." My mother blushed but finally nodded.
We went to the kitchen naked. My mother scooped out the dough to make noodles. I helped her light the stove. Watching her knead the dough, her breasts swayed with each kneading motion, and I suddenly became hard again. I hugged my mother from behind, kissed her neck, and cupped her breasts in my hands.
As I kneaded the dough, my mother turned around to respond to my kiss. My glans was already wet with fluid. I reached down to touch her genitals, where it was already flowing like a river. My mother stopped kneading the dough, turned around, and hugged me. I lifted her buttocks slightly and gently laid her down on the work surface. My mother lay flat on her back with her legs dangling down. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders.
My mother's lower body was completely open to me. I lifted my hips, and my penis slid all the way in. Then I began to thrust back and forth. My mother cooperated by occasionally arching her back, allowing me to penetrate even deeper. This time, we lasted a long time. When I felt I was about to ejaculate, I leaned close to my mother's ear and whispered, "Want some?"
My mother hesitated for a moment, looked at my longing eyes, and nodded. I quickly pulled my penis out and shoved it into my mother's mouth. My penis quickly went soft. My mother tried to get up, but I pushed her away, knelt down, and used my tongue to carefully lick my mother's genitals clean. My mother looked at me with grateful eyes.
I whispered in my mother's ear, "From now on, we are husband and wife. We don't need to express anything. Just loving and relying on each other is the best expression..." My mother hugged me tightly.
From that day on, we lived a truly happy life together.

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