My Mother Was a Peasant Woman [3 Chapters in Total]

Preface

I decided to run away from home because I felt like an unwanted person. My stepmother's fierce gaze and my father's indifferent expression gave me a reason to leave. Before leaving, I took eight thousand yuan from home and a photograph of my mother. I didn't like calling my birth mother "Mom," as it reminded me of my obese stepmother. The only photograph of my mother was taken after I was born; she was very beautiful. Big eyes, an oval face, her hair styled in the fashionable way at the time, wearing a white dress with a pretty bow in her hair, like a recent female graduate. My mother had a shy, delicate, and charming expression on her face that I had never seen on anyone else. Yes, my mother was only a teenager that year, working as a nanny at my grandfather's house after he had just returned to work. I was born from her affair with my father. Three months after my birth, my grandfather kicked her out to a small rural village in Northeast China—Mengjiatun. She should be thirty-five years old this year. I decided to go find her.

After much searching, I finally found the small mountain village using the map. Lured by a hundred yuan, the village chief believed I was a young volunteer conducting research in the countryside and arranged for me to stay at an old man's house. The old man was single and lived in the south room of a large courtyard. A lonely mother-in-law and daughter-in-law lived in the east room. Everyone called her Third Sister-in-law. I always felt she resembled my mother, but I didn't want to acknowledge her. As the saying goes, "It's easy to be a lonely woman, but hard to pass forty." Although Third Sister-in-law was in her thirties, she was very well-maintained, with black hair, a fair complexion, red lips, delicate eyebrows, and bright eyes. She had a graceful figure and was quite assertive. The villagers said she had many illicit relationships, and I couldn't connect her with my mother. So I decided to observe her more.

That evening, Third Sister-in-law came into the room, half-naked. A small floral bib barely concealed her breasts or belly. She plopped down on my bed and asked me coquettishly.

"Brother, where are you from? Do you have a girlfriend?" "No, Xincheng." I blushed, looking flustered, and blurted out a place name. "Busy, can't find time to feast my eyes."

"Then why don't you come over to your sister-in-law's house for a while?" "Busy, can't find time." My face turned bright red, clearly a lie. "

Brother, it's obvious you're not telling the truth." My sister-in-law's face fell, like a wronged girl. "You know your sister-in-law loves scholars. Don't you like your sister-in-law?"

"I like her, and I have no problem with you."

"Then come to my house with your sister-in-law." My sister-in-law grabbed my hand, and I followed her to the east room, my face still red. As soon as I entered, my mind went blank. In the center of the main room hung a picture of my mother. Could my sister-in-law be my mother? I didn't dare to think further, and I pulled away from my sister-in-law's hand, running back to my room, the sound of my sister-in-law's scolding echoing behind me!

Chapter 1

Since the day my third sister-in-law came to see me, she hadn't come to visit. I learned from the old landlord that she had indeed worked as a nanny in the city where I lived when she was young. After returning, she became dissolute. It seemed she really was my mother, which made me both laugh and cry. One morning, my mother went to the fields, and I secretly went to the east room, hoping to find something to prove my mother's identity.

I entered the east room, opened the drawer of the kang (heated brick bed), and first smelled a very strong scent of face cream. Then, I saw a white gauze handkerchief in the drawer. Back then in the countryside, scarves were still a rarity. Girls were reluctant to wear them on their heads, preferring to keep them hidden away for their own enjoyment. Seeing this scarf reminded me of my mother's body, and I felt a surge of excitement. Without thinking, I grabbed it. As if touching my mother's breasts, my heart began to pound, and my lower body swelled. I held the scarf to my nose and inhaled deeply, feeling as if I were doing something shameful. I was terrified, yet also deeply aroused. Then, I was about to put the scarf back

when the old lady suddenly came in and said, "What are you doing here?" In my panic, not knowing what to do, I quickly stuffed the scarf into my pocket and hurriedly said, "Nothing, I... I'm looking for scissors." The old lady looked at me suspiciously, and I hurriedly took out the scissors from the drawer. The old lady stayed in the east room for a long time. When my mother came back, she smiled at me and went inside. I was uneasy, wondering if the old lady had said anything to her. I wanted to return the scarf, but there wasn't a chance right then.

That night, lying in bed, after the old man fell asleep, I quietly took out the scarf, held it to my nose, and smelled it. I held it against my face for a long time, my heart pounding, my whole body burning with desire. All of my mother's feminine characteristics seemed to be displayed to me through this scarf—her breasts, her hands, her navel, every alluring part of her full womanhood. Unable to control myself, I tucked the gauze scarf into the blanket and placed it on my penis. The soft texture instantly warmed my penis, giving me an inexplicable pleasure. I wrapped it tightly around my penis, savoring the indescribable stimulation, a real, unprecedented stimulation. I knew it was shameful, especially knowing that my third sister-in-law was my mother. I sweated, but I couldn't help it. I could only let the scarf cling even tighter to my lower body; I could hear the veins throbbing with passion, and in my imagination, my mother was speaking to me, her body pressed against mine. A short while later, feeling as if my whole body was about to leap, I exhaled. The second... Oh my god, I saw my mother and quickly looked away, my heart still pounding, as if she knew what I had done last night. While she was out, I slipped into the east room. The neighbor's two children were playing with pebbles on the floor, ignoring me. I went over, opened the drawer of the kang (heated brick bed), and pulled a pre-prepared gauze handkerchief from my pocket, stuffing it haphazardly inside. Just as I closed the drawer, I heard my mother's voice coming in. I squatted down, snatched a handful of pebbles from the children, making them cry loudly. My mother seemed a little surprised to see me. She came over to comfort the children, squatting beside me. The strong smell of face cream I had smelled all night immediately hit me, making me stop breathing. I... I dared not linger, like a guilty thief, hastily made up an excuse and jumped away, my limbs trembling. Once outside and calmed down, I remembered something: oh my god, there was still my semen on that handkerchief! I should have washed it off, but I forgot, and it was still in my mother's drawer. In my panic, I couldn't concentrate on my book, lost in thought, thinking about it all day. The thought of what would happen if my mother found out terrified me, and I broke out in a cold sweat. That evening, my husband and I usually ate in the outer room outside the main house, but today I didn't dare go over. I knew my mother came and called me, "Eat, young man, didn't you feel hungry yesterday?" She smiled at me; her smile was so beautiful. When others smiled, they looked less attractive than usual, but hers looked even more beautiful. But today I had something on my mind, so I didn't dare look at her, and only said, "Auntie, please don't call me 'young man' anymore, you're much older than me!" "

Hey, you're only a little over ten years older! Come out with me now, let them see you. I even want to call you my older brother!" Mother teased me, grabbing my hand. I flinched and shook her off. She exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, you've got a strong grip! Okay, fine, I'm older than you, you're my son's generation, alright?" I desperately wanted to tell her I was her son, but a deep feeling lingered that if I admitted it, I'd lose more than I'd gain. I didn't know why, but I remained silent. Seeing I didn't move, Mother seemed a little angry and said, "You damn ungrateful wretch! Help me hoe the fields tomorrow. Remember that!" "Saying this, she casually grabbed me, seemingly unintentionally! She grumbled and walked away!

Chapter Two

The next day, I got up very early to hoe the field with my mother. It was my first time holding a hoe to loosen the soil. It seemed simple, but it was actually very difficult. You had to be careful with the method and work under the scorching sun. The soil was big and hard. We hoeed and hoeed, and after several setbacks, we finally managed to dig a hole. My mother laughed heartily, snatched my hoe from me, and I sat down on the edge of the field, feeling embarrassed. I rested while watching my mother's strong and beautiful back... After a while, my mother finished hoeing and came over to sit beside me."

She kept asking me questions, but I couldn't answer a single one out of ten. My mother, feeling too hot, had taken off her polyester shirt, leaving her only in a small, red vest she'd sewn herself, embroidered with pretty flowers. Half of her fair, full breasts were exposed, revealing a large, vividly painted mole. Her ample arms, standing out against the rough plains, created a striking contrast, representing everything about a woman and evoking a deep sense of tenderness. Suddenly, my mother reached out and began unbuttoning my shirt. She said, "Hey, Xiaoyong, if you're hot, take it off. Why are you so stubborn?" I quickly said, "No, I'm not hot." My mother laughed like a trembling cherry blossom, "Oh dear, you're practically boiling over! And you say you're not hot?" Without another word, she unbuttoned my collar. I hurriedly took mine off myself, afraid of her touching me again. When I took off my clothes, I was sweating even more. Mother took something out to wipe my sweat, but I couldn't move. I could only obediently let her do as she pleased, because even though I didn't see it, I knew it was that white gauze handkerchief. After wiping my sweat, Mother used it to wipe her own face, looking at me with a smile, and suddenly said, "Look at you, so silly?"

The teasing meaning in her eyes was so clear, and the allure emanating from her body was so irresistible. When Mother leaned in again, one hand stroking my back and the other wiping my sweat, I could no longer control myself. I grabbed both her hands and pressed them tightly against my lower body. Mother was stunned for a moment, then glanced at me, gave a soft hum, and lay in my arms. She closed her eyes, waiting for my kiss. I just felt a stifling urge in my body, but I didn't dare to make any move. After all, she was my mother! Mother waited for a long time, but there was no movement. She opened her eyes and saw me biting my lip tightly, clearly on the verge of tears. "What's wrong?" my mother asked. Overwhelmed with emotion and helplessness, I couldn't utter a word. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I threw myself into my mother's arms and burst into tears. My mother, momentarily confused, held me, gently patting my back and softly stroking my hair, like she was soothing a baby to sleep after breastfeeding. I told her everything that had happened at home, especially how my stepmother had called me a bastard and how my father had beaten me. But I didn't tell her that I had found my own mother, that she was my mother. My mother wept with me, saying, "Xiaoyong, I knew you were suffering." She continued, "That little slut, she doesn't love your good son, she even hurts you! I wish I could have met her, but if I had, I'd tear her cunt apart!" A torrent of curses followed. I lay on my mother's chest, overcome with passion, and touched her breast. She giggled and said, "Xiaoyong, do you like me?" My face flushed crimson. She said, "Xiaoyong, you've never been with a woman before, have you?" She pulled me close, pressing me against her chest and kissing my hair. I slipped my hand under her tank top and touched her again. Then she leaned in and let me kiss her. This was the

first time in my life I'd kissed a woman, and it was my own mother. I wanted it so badly, but I didn't know what to do. I so desperately wanted her full lips, but I held them there, unable to move. When her tongue approached, my own tongue tried to pull away. I felt a surge of heat, but I dared not move forward; the distance between us prevented me from touching her body. Finally, she lay down, letting me lie on top of her. I hesitated for a moment, then held her tightly, unsure what to do next. She said, "Take it off!" She gestured for me to take off her vest. Then she said, "Hurry up, take it off!" and told me to undo her belt. I almost died looking at my mother's voluptuous body, completely naked in broad daylight, right in front of me, and just for my sake. I forgot to take off my own clothes, and I didn't dare to, because my lower body was already soaking wet. At that moment, I was terrified that anyone would know what I was thinking, especially my mother. Finally, my mother said to me, who was half-stunned with fear, "Don't be shy, what's there to be shy about? Nobody's around. Come on, I'll teach you."

While guiding me, she asked, "Does my mouth smell good?" "Yes." "Then suck hard, yes, hard, it's okay, I'm not afraid of pain." But the more she said that, the less I dared to do it; I felt unbearably hot all over. When I learned how to kiss, ah, so this is what a woman's tongue is like! The taste is indescribable! I couldn't let go any longer, sucking and licking for a long time. Finally, my mother cried out, "You little rascal, I'm going to bite you to death!" I couldn't resist touching my mother's lower body. Just then, I heard the mooing of a cow in the distance. My mother grabbed me, quickly put on her clothes, and said, "Let's get to work!"

After work, I couldn't stop thinking about my mother's mouth, her indescribably wonderful tongue. My mother made a promise with me: "Come to the main room tonight, I'll leave the door open for you." I thought about what would happen tonight, and my lower abdomen trembled. I couldn't even swallow my dinner. As soon as it got dark, I hoped that my husband would fall asleep quickly. But my husband, who usually snores as soon as his head hits the pillow, said he wasn't feeling well tonight and refused to fall asleep. Finally, when he fell asleep, I quietly went to my mother's door, only to find it locked! I shook my head and went back to my room!

Chapter Three

A few days passed, and I thought my mother had changed her mind. Feeling ashamed, I stopped thinking about it and avoided her whenever possible. That night, I lay down on the kang (heated brick bed), half-asleep, when I heard a creak as someone opened the door. I thought it was the old man and didn't pay much attention. After a while, I heard the sound of clothes being taken off, and then I smelled that familiar scent of face cream. I was startled. Before I could even open my eyes, I felt the blanket being pulled back, and a soft body slipped inside. In the darkness, I was about to call out, "You?" when those full, soft lips were already on mine. At the same time, I heard my mother's voice: "Don't shout. I'm just your third sister-in-law, you know?" As she spoke, she impatiently pressed her naked body against mine, her large breasts against mine. I could feel her body trembling. Instantly, I felt a fire burning within me. I grabbed it, kissed it, and smelled it. My mother's mouth found mine, sucking on my tongue and guiding my passion towards her.

My whole body felt like it was on fire. I grabbed my mother's round, creamy buttocks, straining with all my might to release my youthful passion. But this was the first time, and I didn't know how to find that certain existence, that source of emotion I couldn't find no matter what I did. In desperation, I gripped my mother even more passionately, trying to express myself with my tongue, searching, squeezing her white, soft breasts with my muscles. I couldn't hold back any longer, and with a series of heartfelt cries, a stream of semen shot out from my penis, splattering onto my mother's thighs.

"Oh, silly boy, you can't do anything, you can't even find a vagina!" My mother giggled, lying down and grasping my penis with her hand, rhythmically sliding it up and down, instantly reigniting my passion. Then she said, "Boy, don't just lock yourself up like that, don't waste this time!" She let me lie on top of her, kissing my face with her large breasts. She then took my penis in her hand and placed it in her most intimate place. I thrust hard, penetrating it all the way in. I began to slowly thrust in and out, one stroke at a time. This was the first time in my life that I had inserted my large penis into a woman's vagina. The warm and tight feeling was so much more pleasurable than when I masturbated with my mother's gauze. I was like a wild horse galloping across the plains, thrusting and pounding with all my might, concentrating all my strength on my penis, fucking and pounding without regard for life or death. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I finally cried out!

"Mother! I'm going to... I'm going to ejaculate..." My mother probably didn't hear what I said. She quickly covered us both with the blanket, and under the covers, she also let out a loud, pleasurable cry. We both reached that blissful world at the same time! So we lay quietly, serene in the sweet exhaustion of body and mind, the moonlight still shining through the window. I felt like a fairy flying around. Suddenly, I couldn't help myself and jumped up to put on my clothes. My mother looked at me with surprise. I said to her, "Get up, I have something to tell you." My mother obediently put on her clothes. I took my mother's hand and walked out of the yard to a dark patch of ground.

"Brother, what's wrong?" my mother asked with a sweet smile. "Don't call me brother!" I suddenly had an urge to tell her that she was my mother. But for a moment, I didn't know how to start!

"Oh, what's wrong? Am I not happy serving you?" Mother asked me suspiciously. I suddenly felt annoyed and shouted, "Do you know who I am?" Mother also became impatient and angrily shouted, "Who are you? What do I care who you are? Are you my son or something?!" "I, I... am your son!" I sighed and squatted on the ground, crying. "What, you're my son?" Mother's face turned pale instantly!

"You're Lang Qing's son?" Mother grabbed me and asked me. "Yes!" I lowered my head, waiting for her scolding. "I'm your illegitimate child." "No wonder, you look so much like him!" Mother murmured. Slowly, she slumped to the ground. I sat beside Mother, not knowing what to do. After a long silence, Mother finally spoke, "How have you spent these past eighteen years?" I thought the mother-son relationship was a barrier between us, and it needed to be repaired with care to cross it, to truly understand each other. And the first step in doing so was to familiarize myself with and understand what had accumulated over these eighteen years. As I spoke, Mother cried. Although I spoke in a calm, low voice, trying to downplay the situation and avoid the main issues, as if nothing had happened, my mother clearly couldn't shake off the shame of incest. She covered her eyes with her hands, leaning against a roadside tree, sobbing. I knew where her pain lay, so I deliberately recounted how I had been abused by my stepmother and scolded by my father. She was clearly thinking of her son's fate during their long separation; her heart was breaking, and tears streamed down her face. How broad a woman's heart can be! Especially since she wasn't a chaste widow. Her son had come from a cold family, harbored passionate feelings for her, and loved her—what more could she ask for? As for any restraint or shyness she might have felt knowing I was her son, it had long been dispelled by my story.

Especially when she realized that her own actions contributed to my misfortune, she stopped trembling, stopped being shy. A uniquely feminine quality stirred within her a solemn, tragic love, a sense of responsibility, and a passionate dedication. She knew what she had to do.

Mother wiped away her tears and said to me in an unyielding tone, "Come, let me tell you one more time!" Moonlight streamed down her shoulders. Ah! How captivating she looked! In her thirties, she possessed that unique spirit and clarity characteristic of rural women, evident in her slightly aged yet still beautiful face. How fortunate I was; all of this belonged to me. My heart was overjoyed.

"How much suffering you've endured, my child!" Mother choked back tears, murmuring like a loving mother comforting her fallen child. Then, Mother finally acted like a mother: she quickly opened her coat, untied her delicate, small bodice, gently lifted my head, and softly said, "Here you go, my child. You're tired, rest a while." She took my other hand and placed it against her chest, then pulled the sides of her coat together, burying my head completely in her embrace. I was proud of my mother's composure and openness, and deeply moved by her compassion. I gently suckled at my mother's nipple! My mother stroked my hair and cheeks, kissed my forehead and eyes, expressing her love for me in her own way!

I obediently nestled against my mother, fully enjoying her love in this world of tenderness and warmth. In my excitement and trembling, I almost lost consciousness! Time should stop here! Life should stop here! This moment of happiness is enough to offset all the suffering of my life!

"Mother... I'm home!" Hearing my indistinct exclamation, my mother smiled with relief, tears welling up in her eyes!

"Now, let's go to the river, okay?" she whispered in my ear, "I want you to be more comfortable." I smiled knowingly and nodded.

By the river, under the hazy shadows of the trees, there was a gently sloping, clean and comfortable sandy beach.

I picked up my mother and slowly walked towards it, step by step. Suddenly, some force lifted us up; it was amazing, my legs no longer needed support, and we floated up. My arms were outstretched, my body and mind so free. I put my mother down, then clung to her like ivy, embracing her and swimming freely, whispering my love in her ear. "Mother, are you happy?" I asked softly. "I'm happy," my mother murmured, as if in a dream. "We are the happiest people in the world." "Me too!" I murmured. "No, I want to give you heavenly happiness too." My mother rolled over and pressed me beneath her, leading me, with each rise and fall, into paradise!

That night, the azure river flowed gently, shimmering with a clear, soft light. Water plants and willows danced, as if blessing us, while nameless birds chirped love songs. In the distance, countless lights from small houses flickered and drifted, like scattered starlight. In this beautiful world, we rose and fell gently with the river's ripples; everything was natural and beautiful.

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