Absurd mountain mother and child

The new place made it hard for me to fall asleep. I woke up again in the middle of the night. This time I heard strange noises. Listening carefully, I could definitely hear the sounds of people having sex. I was very puzzled. Could someone still live in this remote place?
I followed the sound. Sure enough, in another room, a man and a woman were making love. Through the moonlight, I could vaguely see a woman's large breasts swaying. The man's penis was thrusting powerfully. Then I realized that the man was the son of the woman who owned the house. Beneath him was a woman with large breasts and a plump bottom. I couldn't see the woman's face, but I could hear her moans. She seemed somewhat familiar.
Just then, they changed positions. The woman raised her large buttocks and revealed her face. I was shocked. It turned out to be the young man's mother. This mother and son from the mountains were having sex without any restraint, like husband and wife. On his mother's large bed, the man vigorously rubbed his mother's large breasts. The mother used her vagina to meet the man's thick penis. Soon, the man ejaculated inside her.
Then they embraced and fell asleep.
I've traveled to many places, but this is the first time I've encountered such a strange thing. Was this woman his biological mother or his stepmother? Curiosity kept me there. Gradually, I became acquainted with the young man. My stories about the city broadened his horizons. He greatly admired me. On the mountain, I slowly asked him: "Is your mother your biological mother?" He answered very affirmatively, saying that his mother was very good to him. I followed up, saying: "Aren't all mothers good to their sons? How is your mother so good?" The man remained silent for a long time, seemingly wanting to speak but hesitant.
I then said: "There's no one else here, so it's alright for an outsider like me to talk." Actually, he had a desire to confide.
With my encouragement, he told me a little-known story.
The mountains are destined to be poor and backward, so marriage is one of the most difficult things for a person in the mountains. When I was twenty, my widowed mother began arranging my marriage. But for such an impoverished family, it was no easy task. So, at twenty-four, I was still a bachelor. Of course, there were many bachelors like this in our area.
That year, someone brought a group of women from out of town. He managed to scrape together some money and bought a woman.
That night marked my first sexual experience. Because of the limited funds, the woman I bought was already a married woman,
around thirty years old. She was plain-looking, but had a decent figure, with large breasts. In my mother's words,
she was "good material for childbearing." When I entered the bridal chamber, the woman was already naked, her large breasts swaying. Thirsty, I pounced on her, kneading her breasts. But lacking experience, I couldn't find her vulva after a while.
After some caressing, the woman eagerly guided my penis into her vagina. It was incredibly pleasurable. Over twenty years of fertility had made my penis large and hard. After a series of thrusts, the woman groaned loudly and writhed. Only then did I realize that the woman's vagina was already loose and saggy. I wondered how many men had slept there.
Fortunately, my penis was large, which excited her greatly. The woman's moans made me lose control, and I ejaculated wildly. Twenty-four years' worth of pent-up desire rushed straight to the bottom of her vagina. The woman arched her back and cried out, "I'm going to die!" before collapsing onto the headboard. At that moment, I heard my mother sigh outside the window, as if she had lost all her strength. That night, I made love to the woman several more times until she was completely exhausted on the bed.
Such days passed by in a satisfying way. A few days ago,
the woman was still happy. She didn't want me to do anything and even cooked some food for me. We had sex at night to keep things interesting. The woman told me that she had slept with countless men, but only my skills were the best. No wonder her vagina was so loose. However, she taught me many positions in bed.
And every time, I made her lose her mind. She was so wanton and didn't know how to restrain herself. She always moaned and cried out loudly.
My mother lived next door to us. To make her quieter, sometimes she would cough from next door to signal me. Hearing my mother cough, the woman only intensified her moaning. She groaned, "So hard, so comfortable. I'm going to die." My mother coughed a few more times. I said, "Keep it down, don't disturb my mother." The woman replied, "I'm moaning, what's it to her? You're messing with me, not her." Having finally found a woman, I could only let her be.
But then this slut said, "Your mother's cunt hasn't been fucked in so long, I don't know how she's managed. Let her hear it and have some fun." I was furious. "Damn it, I'll fuck you to death, you slut!" I thrust into her violently, making her wet and squirming, moaning incoherently. Finally, she collapsed against the headboard.
The next day, I saw dark circles under my mother's eyes. She clearly hadn't slept well. This woman's moaning was excessive. But having a woman is truly wonderful. It's easy to get by. More than a month passed, and conflicts began to arise. After all, we were too poor. There was nothing good to eat anymore. The woman began to complain about this life. I often comforted her, but she said, "You're too poor. You can't eat a woman's body
." Around this time, several women bought from the neighborhood ran away. This woman also showed signs of leaving. So my mother stopped working in the fields and stayed home to watch over her. But this woman became even more promiscuous, sometimes demanding I have sex with her in broad daylight, even in front of my mother. Otherwise, she would say it was tasteless. To keep her, I had no choice but to comply. But despite our best efforts, the woman still ran away, slipping away while my mother was bathing. I returned home after finishing my farm work and saw my mother weeping bitterly. I knew everything was over. The money was gone. The woman was gone too. My mother was filled with self-reproach.
High in the mountains, mother and son wept bitterly. We waited for the woman to return. But it was just a dream. She didn't come back. A week passed, seven agonizing days. I lay in bed for seven whole days, unable to eat or drink. A man who has tasted the flavor of a woman finds the days without one the hardest to bear. My mother was helpless, constantly berating herself, tears streaming down her face. Seeing her like this, I mustered my strength, and seven days later, I began working in the fields, much to my mother's delight. But every night, gazing at the empty bed, imagining the wanton appearance of a woman, my desire for her grew stronger each day. Sometimes, seeing women going up the mountain, the torment of longing for them only intensified my suffering. I channeled my energy into hunting wild animals in the mountains,
yet my desire for women only grew stronger. But women were scarce in these mountains. Those who were were strictly guarded. The only women I saw were middle-aged or elderly. Sometimes, several young men would fight over a middle-aged widow, sometimes even ending up bloodied. Women were so rare and precious in this place. This was the reality of the mountain region. And because of this, some chaotic things happened.
One day, my mother and I were working in the fields. Because of the heat... Sweat soaked through my clothes. I noticed then that my mother's clothes clung tightly to her body, revealing her full figure. My mother usually wore loose-fitting clothes, and I hadn't paid much attention to her body before. Now I saw that she had a pair of enormous breasts, the nipples protruding beneath her clothes. My mother bent over to pick grass, and most of her large breasts were exposed, so white and full. Below her waist were her thick, firm buttocks. I suddenly felt a strange urge, but reason held me back. It happened one night. That day, I went hunting as usual. I did this every day after the woman left,
returning home late to pass the time. That night, halfway home, I remembered I'd forgotten a hunting tool. So I went back to get it. When I opened the door, I was stunned. My mother was taking a bath. Because our area was remote, few people came here. My mother had forgotten to close the door properly, and when I entered, she was washing her genitals, letting out soft moans. Upon seeing me, she froze, her naked body motionless in the bathtub.
Then I noticed how large and white her breasts were—rarely seen. Although slightly sagging, their natural droop was incredibly sexy and alluring. I glanced at her genitals. My mother instinctively tried to cover herself, but I discovered her vagina was open and wet. My penis immediately sprang to life. It turned out my mother was masturbating. Seeing me staring intently, she knew I had discovered her secret. She
stood there nervously, unsure what to do. I slowly walked over and embraced her naked body.
She didn't resist. I gently placed her on the bed and began to vigorously rub her large breasts. At that moment, I heard my mother softly say, "Don't do this," but it seemed to be directed at herself, sounding so weak. Her body began to writhe under my caresses. Her breasts began to tremble. I probed her vagina with my hand and found it wide open, dripping wet, but my mother kept her legs tightly closed.
I could only suck on her nipples and caress her large buttocks. After all, this woman was a seasoned lover who had taught me a lot of experience. I calmly kissed her entire body and moved downwards. My mother's legs, which had been tightly closed, naturally opened under my caresses, and she raised her buttocks, waiting for my penetration. I tested it with my hand; it was already dripping wet. I slowly inserted my penis and discovered that my mother's vagina was so tight, much tighter than the vaginas of the women I had known before. When my large penis was fully inserted, I felt an unparalleled sense of pleasure. My penis felt the gush of vaginal fluid inside my mother's thick vagina, her breasts jiggling with each thrust. Her
large buttocks bore the brunt of my assault. My mother remained silent, but her body moved in perfect harmony with me, her vagina welcoming my penis, silently savoring the pleasure. As my penetration deepened, she finally couldn't help but moan. I became even more excited, gripping her buttocks and vigorously kneading her large breasts. With
each more forceful thrust, her body writhed, her moans growing louder—the yearning of a parched land finally receiving rain. After all, my mother had been a widow for many years, her vagina long deprived of penetration. Her physiological response allowed her to release everything. I could clearly feel her vaginal fluid gushing out in waves. She clung tightly to my buttocks, allowing my penis to penetrate even deeper. Under my relentless assault, I suddenly felt her vaginal fluid gushing forth, and she began to moan loudly. Excited, I ejaculated violently, her body convulsing before collapsing limply onto the bed.
And so, I began my sexual relationship with my mother. Although she was a woman in her forties, her voluptuous body was incredibly alluring, and I, in my early twenties, was exceptionally strong. We had sex almost every night. At first, I thought my mother wouldn't be able to handle it. Later, I discovered that she was completely accustomed to and enjoyed this kind of thrusting. Because she was in her early forties, she was at the peak of her sexual prowess, and years of hard work had made her very robust.
Each time, I brought her to the brink of ecstasy, and under the lubrication of my penis, my mother seemed to become even younger, her figure even more sensual, her breasts even softer and more elastic under my caresses. And my life became even more energetic. By day, we were a good mother and son, and by night, on my mother's large bed, we were husband and wife.
After hearing the young man's story, I felt that the world was truly full of wonders, and their kind of intercourse seemed beyond reproach. The suffering in the mountains was unimaginable. The man said: Ninety percent of the women in their area can't find women. The young women have all married and moved away. The women found locally are mostly of better quality, often divorced or women who came from out of town to buy their way here. Therefore, rapes still happen frequently. Some older men have never been with a woman in their lives.
One man said they even rape mothers, but most mothers silently endure it. However, there's often gossip about it. Once, I was hunting near a family in the mountains. I heard fighting. A man in his thirties was trying to rape his mother. The mother cried out in agony, but the man still stripped her naked and pinned her down. After he penetrated her, she endured it all.
After he finished, the mother could only weep. I saw her naked body; she was a woman in her fifties, her large breasts sagging, her large buttocks matched by a large waist, her face covered in wrinkles. Yet, in the eyes of her son, who had never been with a woman, this woman was so alluring.
This is the mountainous region, a pitiful mountainous region, pitiful sex life, pitiful people.

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