Memories of beautiful past

When I decided to write this article, countless thoughts surged within me, guided by the torrent of history, as if taking me back to those arduous years…
It was 1994. My father was taken from our home and never returned; I heard he was sentenced to nine years.
I could hardly believe my family had suddenly changed.
The pillar of our family had collapsed, and life was plunged into despair. My mother, without a job, scraped together some money from various sources to set up a fruit stall at the street corner, barely making ends meet for my sister and me. That year, I was in my final year of junior high school.
Losing my father made me feel incredibly ashamed. I was often bullied at school, but I never told anyone. Who could I tell? Who could help me? Watching my mother toil day and night filled me with bitterness.
Every day after school, I would pass by my mother's fruit stall, spend some time with her, and then go home to cook for my sister. Many classmates knew that the woman was my mother, and I often heard people whispering, "Hey, look, that's Xiaohui's mom, the fruit seller."
I ignored their gossip; what good did it do? I just did what I could to help my mother take care of my younger sister, Xiaojuan, and did as much housework as I could. My mother saw that I had suddenly become sensible and always looked at me with great satisfaction; those were the happiest times of my life. So I thought about dropping out of school and helping my mother sell fruit to earn a living, but my mother firmly disagreed. Before
spring that year, the weather was so cold that no one dared to go out. During winter vacation, my mother and I sat shivering in front of the fruit stall, and not a single person came all morning.
I went home, cooked for my sister, and took the lunchbox to find my mother. From afar, I saw a man standing in front of the fruit stall, pointing at my mother and swaying as if he were drunk.
I rushed over and heard the man cursing, "You slut! Who told you watermelons have to sell for 5 yuan a pound in winter? I'm not giving it to you, so what?"
He picked up the watermelon and tried to leave. My mother quickly grabbed it, pulling it close to her chest. In the struggle, the watermelon fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces. Looking at the bright red flesh, my mother cried with heartache.
The man angrily kicked the rotten watermelon at my mother. I rushed forward and kicked the man hard in the stomach.
The man nearly collapsed in pain, then rushed over and slammed me to the ground. My mother screamed and threw herself on top of me, shielding me with her body. Seeing this, the man staggered and kicked my mother, saying, "Get up...get up..."
My mother held me, crying. Every time the man kicked her, she cried out in pain. A crowd of people gathered around, watching the commotion, but no one intervened. The man left when he saw there was nothing to do, leaving only my mother and me embracing. I got up and cleaned the rotten watermelon. Holding the lunchbox, I said, "Mom, eat."
My mother was still crying, "Honey, I'm not hungry." From that day on, I accompanied my mother to the fruit stall every day, carrying a small knife with me. 　　Until I graduated from junior high, my grades were terrible, and I couldn't even get into high school. So I dropped
out and devoted myself to helping my mother sell fruit. The income was more than enough to support our family of three. 　　Although my mother was disappointed that I didn't go to school, I shouldered the responsibility of supporting the family. I was the one who pedaled the tricycle around to buy and sell the fruit, and I was the one who ran the stall all day. My mother could easily stay home cooking, cleaning, taking care of my younger sister, and coming to visit me whenever she had free time. 　　I gradually learned to haggle with the older women, using sweet words. I became a small business owner, more sophisticated and worldly than my classmates. My mother seemed to be playing the role of the boss's wife, putting me first in everything. 　　Then, on that summer night, something happened that I will never forget. 　　The sweltering summer night made me restless. I dozed off for a while, then woke up from the heat. I got up to pee; back then, we didn't have a toilet, so you had to walk to the middle of the hallway. My dad had converted our kitchen into a shower room, building a cement tub for bathing. The cooking area was a coal stove in the hallway. 　　As I passed the shower room, I heard the sound of running water. I glanced over and saw my mother bathing, washing herself with a basin of water. Her plump, naked body came into view. 　　I stared at her naked, snow-white flesh, her full, trembling breasts, her round, white thighs, and her plump, round buttocks like a goddess sculpture. I swallowed hard, my eyes fixed on the area between her thighs, where a thick patch of pubic hair formed an inverted triangle below her abdomen. 　　I felt like I was on fire; my penis was hard and uncomfortable, my breathing was rapid, and my heart was pounding. 　　Just then, Mom straightened up, towel in hand, and suddenly found herself face to face with me. Startled, she quickly covered the patch of dark hair between her thighs with her hand, staring blankly at me. She noticed the prominent bulge in my crotch. Embarrassed, I bent over, my eyes unable to look away. Mom, filled with shame, closed the door… 　　After coming out, Mom didn't look at me, going straight into the house to sleep. Tormented by desire, I went into the bathroom. The floor was slippery. I saw Mom's clothes in the tub, seemingly unwashed. 　　I picked up the light pink panties and inhaled deeply. They carried my mother's strong body odor. There was an oval-shaped damp patch at the bottom, the scent like an aphrodisiac, making my pent-up desire erupt like a volcano. I quickly masturbated, moaning softly as I ejaculated hot semen against the wall… 　　From then on, my mother would carefully close the door every time she showered, and I could only enter after she finished, masturbating while thinking of her white body. I also noticed that my mother usually washed her clothes the next morning with mine. This gave me more opportunities to touch my mother's underwear. 　　Chapter Two 　　My younger sister started junior high. She gradually became more sensible, learning to cook and do laundry herself, and her grades were consistently excellent. To avoid troubling us, she ate lunch at the school cafeteria and came home to have dinner with us in the evening. This was the happiest thing for my mother and me. 　　Every evening, our family eats dinner together. My younger sister loves to talk about what happened at school—who passed notes to whom and got caught by the teacher, how some boys in her class gave everyone funny nicknames. Then she goes to do her homework, while my mom and I start calculating the budget, planning every penny for expenses and what household items we need. 　　Often, my mom looks at me with satisfaction and says softly, "Xiaohui, you're in charge in our family." Whenever she says that, I feel an urge to hug her. 　　Then, that road was demolished, and there was nowhere to set up our stall anymore. My mom and I decided to move to a market further away. 　　Unexpectedly, the foot traffic there was huge, and business was much better than before. My mom and I were overjoyed. 　　I patted my chest and said to my mom, "Mom, from now on, you don't have to worry about anything. Leave the money-making to me!" 　　My mom smiled happily, "Okay, so what are you going to assign me?" 　　I thought for a moment, "You just need to cook, and then bring it to me..." 　　As soon as I finished speaking, my mom and I laughed. Actually, isn't that already the case? Aside from selling fruit, my mother wouldn't let me do any housework. My younger sister washed her own clothes, while my mother washed my underwear and socks.

I quickly became familiar with the vendors at the market entrance. They told me that if the fee collectors came, I could run away; as long as I ran, I'd be fine. So, as soon as I saw someone wearing a red armband, I'd hop on a tricycle and run away. I was the fastest runner of all.
Another time, my mother came to visit me. We were talking when I saw the red armbands. I hopped on the tricycle and disappeared in an instant. My mother was dumbfounded, not knowing what had happened. When I told her about it, we both laughed so hard we almost fell over. My mother called me "Flying Legs"!
In the summer, my mother wore skirts again, which was my favorite thing. I was fascinated by her two snow-white, plump thighs under her skirts. Sometimes she would wear sheer stockings, making her full, sexy thighs look even softer and arousing my desire even more.
That evening, the fruit was sold out. I said, "Mom, you can ride in my tricycle, I'll take you home." Mom smiled gently and said, "Mom's heavy, I'm afraid you'll get tired."
I said, "I'm incredibly fast, you forgot? Hold on tight, I'm going too fast, I'm afraid you'll fall off."
I helped Mom up, supporting her waist. The moment she lifted her leg, her fair, alluring, and full thighs came into view. I felt a surge of excitement, thinking that I would take Mom home like this every day.
When Mom got on, I deliberately pushed her big bottom to help her. Her soft, slippery bottom was so smooth to the touch. Mom seemed to realize my mischief, her face flushed, and she said to me from inside the tricycle, "Oh dear, it's not easy riding in your tricycle, you even have to carry me up."
Sigh, I really wanted to carry her.
I was humming a little tune as I rode my bike incredibly fast, while my mother kept yelling from behind, "Slow down...it's killing me..."
When we reached the alley entrance, my mother said, "You're going so fast, and you haven't even bought any steamed buns yet!" Embarrassed, I got off the bike and said, "Mom, you stay here, I'll go buy some across the street."
After buying the steamed buns, I turned around and saw two young men ahead of me, staring at my mother with ill intent and pointing, "Hey, that's fucking hot, look."
I glanced over and, due to the bumpy ride, my mother's skirt was revealing her cleavage, her plump, smooth thighs were completely exposed, and I could even see her plump buttocks and a red pair of panties, standing out conspicuously between her white thighs...
The two men walked towards my mother, saying, "Heh, this woman, she's really a slut!"
My mother noticed their lecherous gazes and realized that her cleavage had been seen. Her face flushed red with embarrassment, she quickly squeezed her thighs together, covered her skirt with her hands, and glared at the two young men.
The young man got even more aggressive, saying, "Hey, who are you glaring at? What did I do to you?"
Mom blushed and didn't say anything.
I patted him on the shoulder from behind: "What's wrong, bro? Looking for trouble?"
The two men were startled and turned around, saying, "You're always meddling in other people's business. Is this your wife?"
Mom was a little scared and quickly called out to me, "Xiao Hui, let's go, stop talking."
I glared at them and said, "Oh, she's my wife, so what? It's none of your business."
Seeing my fierce and fearless appearance, the two men muttered, "I think she looks like your mother..." and turned and left.
I proudly returned to Mom's side and said to her, "Mom, don't be afraid of these scoundrels, I'm here."
Mom was still a little shaken and said, "Oh dear, there are two of them, let's go quickly."
I walked to Mom's side with a smile and noticed that her skirt was still a little droopy. I reached out and picked it up and stuffed it between Mom's thighs, saying, "Mom, fix your skirt, they're peeking at you..."
Mom trembled and grabbed my hand, as if afraid I would do something inappropriate. My mother and I clasped hands on her full thighs, and the atmosphere instantly became ambiguous. My mother blushed and murmured an "Mmm," releasing my hand. I rode my bike back home with my mother.
Lying in bed, I couldn't sleep, constantly thinking about what had happened during the day. My penis remained erect, painfully hard. I saw that the lights were still on in my mother's and sister's room, and they seemed to be talking. My mother must be wearing very little, and the sounds made me feel aroused. I quietly moved a stool to the doorway. There was a window above the door, and from there, I could see my mother's large bed. Through the open mosquito net, I could see their lower bodies, four white thighs.
Those long, slender, and fair thighs belonged to my sister. It was the first time I had seen her thighs, and they seemed so delicate and lovely.
Those plump, soft legs were my mother's. Her buttocks looked even fuller and larger as she lay on her side. I was incredibly excited. Watching my mother turn over, her thighs slightly parted, her red panties bulging between her thighs like a small steamed bun, I stared wide-eyed, my erection hard…
That night I had a beautiful dream. In my dream, my mother was like a fairy, wearing a long, transparent veil, her voluptuous and alluring body half-concealed, half-revealed. She smiled and pulled me towards her. I excitedly hugged her, and she shyly turned away. I hugged her large buttocks; the soft, plump feeling was irresistible. My mother shyly arched her back, and my penis entered a warm, slippery place—plump, soft, and so comfortable.
But there was someone else beside me. I looked and saw it was my sister. She was naked, her white, tender buttocks and thighs spread open, her pink lower body facing me passionately. There was a mole on her inner thigh. I pulled my penis out and inserted it into my sister. The intense stimulation made me ejaculate uncontrollably!
I was regretting not properly enjoying the mother I'd always dreamed of when I woke up, my crotch wet and sticky…
Chapter Three
Time flies. On that snowy afternoon in 1997, a huge blow weighed heavily on my mother and me. My younger sister slipped on the icy road on her way to school, fracturing her ankle and being taken to the hospital by her teacher.
When I arrived on my tricycle, my mother was already there, her eyes red, clearly having just cried. My
sensible sister saw me and forced a smile, saying, “Brother, you’re here. Don’t worry about me. Go and comfort Mom. Tell her I’m fine, I can spend the New Year in the hospital. Tell her not to cry.”
I touched her deeply and gently touched her forehead. I placed a large, red apple beside her bed. My sister loved apples; when she was little, she often wanted to eat the apples from the market, which my mother and I would often save for her every weekend.
My younger sister looked at her favorite apple, tears streaming down her face, sobbing as she called out, "Brother..."
I put my arm around my mother's shoulder, comforting this woman struggling with the hardships of life. We faced enormous medical expenses; the doctor said my sister needed surgery, and my small fruit stall simply couldn't afford the nearly ten thousand yuan in hospital and surgery fees.
So I made a decision: I went to the train station's baggage room and signed up as a porter, earning piecework wages. On busy days, I could earn seventy or eighty yuan, and on slow days, around thirty or forty. This way, besides selling fruit, I'd have another source of income. My mother would run the stall and take time to care for my sister at the hospital. Even so, it was still difficult to raise enough money. When it came time to pay for the surgery, we were still several thousand yuan short. With only two days left until the payment date, my mother had borrowed from many sources, but we were still two thousand yuan short.
That evening, I dragged my exhausted body home, so hungry I could barely stand. The aroma of my mother's cooking filled me with excitement. As soon as I opened the door, I saw my third uncle sitting at the table. I immediately became wary. My third uncle was my father's cousin, the third oldest in his family, barely thirty years old. His name was Guo Qiang, a professional hoodlum, idle and prone to fighting; nobody could control him. I'd heard he'd been gambling recently.
I greeted him and saw a wad of cash on the table. I knew my mother had borrowed money from him, and I thought he seemed alright. So my attitude softened considerably. My mother cooked several dishes and even bought him some wine. She invited me to eat with her, pouring him wine. After a few drinks, his face flushed, and I noticed him constantly stealing glances at my mother's ample bosom.
Since we were at home, Mom was wearing a light brown, tight-fitting sweater and long johns—the kind meant for warmth—but her high, firm breasts were still clearly visible. The cinched waist of the sweater accentuated her curvaceous figure, and below her slender waist, her full, rounded hips were plump and pert, while her full thighs had a sexy, smooth curve.
After a few drinks, Uncle San chatted with Mom, his gaze becoming increasingly blatant. Whenever Mom wasn't paying attention or was talking to me, he would stare at her pointed breasts. Mom, grateful, kept pouring him drinks and serving him food; her gentle, womanly charm made me feel a little itchy inside.
After a while, Mom said I was too tired and told me to go to her and my sister's room to sleep. I could tell she meant it was too late and wanted Uncle San to leave, but he pretended not to understand and kept drinking. Reluctantly, I washed my face and brushed my teeth before going to Mom's room. I lay down on the big bed and felt so comfortable; after a long day of hard work, I quickly became drowsy. But the scent of my mother on the blanket excited me. I hugged the blanket, sweetly imagining it to be my mother's body.
But a blanket can't compare to the real thing. I thought of my mother's full, high breasts under her tight sweater, and my heart ached with desire. Suddenly, I thought, I can sneak a peek at her now. She's talking to my third uncle; they won't notice me.
So I stood on a stool in the inner room and looked out through the window above the door. I saw my mother's side profile, but I was still excited. I vaguely heard my third uncle talking about my father, saying he wouldn't be able to come out for many years, and that he should call him if anyone needed help at home. He also said my mother was lonely, and her face was flushed; I wondered if she had been drinking. Just then, my third uncle grabbed my mother's hand! My mother pulled away nervously, stood up, and said it was too late and she had to rest.
She then started clearing the table, angrily telling my third uncle to leave. Uncle San stood up with a bored expression, put on his coat, and, watching Mom's voluptuous and alluring figure as she bent over to clear the table, he actually went over to hug her. Mom seemed to sense it and hurriedly turned around, but unexpectedly, he hugged her tightly from the front. Mom cried out, her arms covering her chest, struggling but unable to move. I was stunned and didn't stop him, I don't know what I was thinking.
Uncle San's hand tightly wrapped around Mom's waist, and with the other hand, he lifted Mom's sweater and bra, revealing a large section of her white, smooth, and voluptuous waist. Uncle San's hand then slid up Mom's back, groping her haphazardly.
He even tried to kiss Mom's lips, but Mom turned her face and called out, "Xiao Hui... Uncle San is leaving, go see him off..."
I immediately agreed, quickly got down, and took out a small knife from my pocket. I thought that if Uncle San dared to break off relations and become violent, there was nothing I could do; I had to protect Mom. I held the knife behind my back, opened the door, and Uncle San had already released Mom.
My mother's hair was a little messy, and she was still panting. I told my third uncle I'd come see her off, but he said listlessly, "You're already asleep... no need to see me off, you haven't had too much to drink..."
After he left, I saw that my mother was still a little shaken, her full breasts heaving as she panted. I said, "Mom, I knew something was wrong when you called out. Did your third uncle bully you?"
"No... no..."
my mother said. I helped her pack all her things, and only felt relieved when I saw she was alright.
That night, I found my mother's underwear in the laundry tub again. It was pink, but there was a large wet patch on the bottom, sticky to the touch. I knew why; my mother had been lonely for too long. I excitedly smelled my mother's scent—it was pungent. I thought that's why people often say a woman's vagina smells so good; it must smell like this.
I brought my sister dinner, and she was very happy to see me, oblivious to the pain. I said, "Let me see your legs." My sister lifted the blanket and showed me her legs, which were wrapped in bandages.
I noticed my younger sister's legs were very white and delicate, with a faint fragrance. I wanted to help her up to eat, so I held her with one hand and supported her waist with the other, lifting her up. Her face flushed, and I felt the softness of her body. Having never held a girl before, I felt excited yet guilty. But she seemed very comfortable in my arms, her body limp.
I stayed with her until late before walking home from the hospital, thinking about the feeling of holding her the whole way, a mix of emotions I couldn't describe.
When I got to the door, I saw my uncle's bicycle there, and my heart skipped a beat. The door was ajar. I went inside, but no one was there. I heard my mother's voice from the inner room; it was a very distinctive voice. I stood on a stool and looked through the window in the door. That was a scene I will never forget.
My mother's clothes were disheveled, her snow-white breasts half-exposed, her lower body naked, her two full thighs spread apart by my uncle, his buttocks moving rhythmically, his body covered in sweat, the strong muscles of his back showing his power.
Mother groaned in humiliation, tears streaming down her face, pushing against Uncle's strong, broad shoulders with both hands: "No...no...ouch...ah...you bastard!" She slapped Uncle's face wildly!
I felt a surge of blood rushing to my head, my mind buzzing. Uncle was thrusting hard, saying, "You dare hit me...see if you dare hit me again...haven't tasted a cock in a long time, have you?"
Gradually, Mother's expression changed. Her eyes closed, her full, snow-white thighs swaying helplessly from the impact, her moans filled with humiliation, yet also seemingly carrying an irresistible pleasure. Her hands slid weakly from Uncle's shoulders, resting on his waist, supporting his constantly thrusting hips. Uncle... With each thrust, Mom let out a long groan of "Ouch!" and the wet, sticky sounds of their bodies merging made a slurring sound...
I felt a lump in my throat, unable to breathe, and closed my eyes to stop watching. But then Mom suddenly cried out with a rapid, urgent groan. I looked over again, and Mom was limp, groaning rapidly, tears streaming down her face. Her hands gripped Uncle's firm buttocks, pulling her towards herself with each thrust. Her large, white buttocks jiggled, and her half-exposed, full breasts rose and fell rapidly.
Uncle also growled in a low voice, "Do you still dare to hit me... do you still dare... I'll fuck you to death!" His buttocks thrust rapidly, producing a series of violent slapping sounds.
My mother seemed to let out a series of soft moans, her hands clutching my third uncle's buttocks, her upper body almost arching upwards, her face flushed, her lower body limp as my third uncle thrust into her, softly moaning, panting, "Ouch... I won't... I won't... Oh..."
As my third uncle continued, he lowered his face to kiss my mother's lips, but my mother made no attempt to avoid him, limply moaning. I saw a fleeting moment when my mother's tongue darted out, her soft tongue shyly protruding from between her sexy lips, immediately blocked by my third uncle's head.
At this moment, my mother's plump, white buttocks convulsed in waves...
and the two gradually calmed down...
My third uncle pulled up his pants, and my mother lay on the bed sobbing, her snow-white, plump flesh twitching.
I ran out, tears streaming down my face. I hated myself for not daring to rush in and stab my third uncle to death. Actually, I also hated myself for wanting to see my mother. I didn't know what to do. I ran all the way to the hospital entrance, then turned back. When I got home, my third uncle was already gone. My mother's eyes were red, and she was tidying up the house. That night, we didn't say anything. My mother just asked about my sister's condition, and then we went to sleep.
I secretly vowed to kill my third uncle.
Chapter Four
The fruit business was doing well, and my hard work paid off handsomely. Before my sister was even discharged from the hospital, I quickly raised enough money to repay my third uncle. My mother felt sorry for me doing such heavy work every day and insisted that I stop. I went to set up my stall while my mother took care of my sister.
But when I heard that my third uncle was coming to collect the money, I packed up early and went home, but I was still too late. As soon as I got to the front door, I saw my third uncle's bicycle. I ran over quickly and saw through the crack in the door that my mother was hitting my third uncle. Money was scattered all over the ground. My mother was waving her arms, but my third uncle held her firmly. My mother cursed him angrily for being a hooligan, but she didn't have the strength to fight him.
My mother struggled but couldn't break free; he held her tightly in his arms. My uncle's hands greedily ravaged her plump, tender buttocks. I heard him say, "Aren't you enjoying this...?"
He forced a kiss on my mother's lips, squeezing her full breasts with one hand. My mother moaned and her legs thrashed wildly... I quickly opened the door and went inside. I saw my uncle unbuttoning my mother's clothes. Startled by my entrance, he quickly let go. My mother gasped in surprise, covering her full, high, snow-white breasts with her hands...
I brandished a fruit knife and shouted, "Guo Qiang! I'm going to report you for raping my mother!"
My uncle angrily replied, "You son of a bitch, what the hell do you know?" He picked up the money on the ground and left without looking back.
My mother hugged me, sobbing, tears streaming down my face. I held her waist and said, "Mom, let's go to the police station and report him!" She cried, "It's okay, it's alright... he won't dare come again..."
I smelled her strong fragrance, and felt the soft, elastic breasts against my chest through her open shirt. The sight of her bra-clad nipple stunned me. I longed to experience her womanly scent, just like my uncle had.
After bringing my sister home, we returned to our former happiness, and my uncle never came again. I think it was the intimidation I felt with the knife, so I carried it with me every day, ready to protect my mother and sister. That night, my mother went out to run errands, leaving only my sister and me.
My sister called out that she needed to use the restroom. Usually, my mother would help her, but I helped her up, carefully guiding her slowly. Seeing her anxious expression, I said, "I'll just carry you there; I'm strong." My sister clung tightly to my shoulders, and I picked her up. Her youthful body intoxicated me.
My sister's breasts were already quite full, and her body was so soft. With her legs spread wide and wrapped around my waist, her vulva was directly in front of my lower body. I quickly went to the toilet and placed her on the stool meant for the elderly, which had a hole that exposed her buttocks. My sister's face was flushed, and I waited at the door. I heard her urinate.
When I came back, I was still holding her, my sister clinging to me like an octopus. I bounced her around and said, "You're really heavy! Are you ready? We're about to go..."
"Yes, I'm ready," my sister said softly, her face still red. That soft, boneless youthful body reminded me of that dream, and I hugged her even tighter. My sister breathed softly in my ear, "Brother, it feels so good to hold me like this, my whole body is weak..."
My penis instantly became hard, pressing against my sister's vulva between her thighs. My face flushed and my heart pounded. My sister's body went even weaker, and she breathed heavily in my ear, "Brother, I really want you to... fuck me..."
I said, "What nonsense are you talking about? You're only in the third year of junior high!" But I was a little overwhelmed; my sister's words made me almost ejaculate.
I put her on the bed, and her face turned as red as a sheet. She clung to my neck and wouldn't let go. In a daze, I pressed my upper body against hers, and my lips touched hers. I didn't know how to kiss, and neither did my sister, but the intense stimulation from our lips rubbing together made her let out a soft, pleasurable moan, gentle and sweet. She pleaded in a soft, panting voice, "Brother... touch my pussy..."
My hand slipped under her panties, resting on her soft belly. I touched the soft pubic hair, and further down, her tender pussy felt like egg white, glistening and slippery. My sister trembled, her breath coming in rapid gasps, her voice distorted, "Brother... I can't take it anymore..."
I couldn't take it anymore either. I quickly pulled down my pants and helped my sister take off her panties. There was indeed a mole between her fair thighs. My sister's pussy was exposed. From under the soft pubic hair, her pink vulva was swollen and dripping with lustful fluid. I smelled it; there was a pungent, erotic scent. The moment my glans touched that soft, wet opening, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated. As I ejaculated, I squeezed my glans into my sister's pussy, only a little bit inside, but the stream of semen made my mind go blank! I thought, if I could penetrate her, it would feel so good!
Just then, the doorbell rang, and Mom came home. I immediately jumped off my sister and pulled up my pants. My sister quickly grabbed some toilet paper and wiped herself. I covered her with the blanket.
Mom didn't notice anything, but I felt guilty and couldn't look her in the eye.
I made the fruit stand more and more successful, eventually getting a decent-sized permanent stall. I no longer had to run away for the meager management fees. I also dealt in various other things—postcards, books, and magazines—and sometimes hid smuggled cigarettes in the boxes when I bought new stock…
By summer, I had saved up quite a bit of money. I had become the head of the household, and Mom doted on me. We were like a married couple, working together to run the family and take care of my sister. My sister became increasingly dependent on me, always wanting to be close to me. But she
still studied very hard, and her exam results were good enough for her to get into a top high school. Mom and I were overjoyed, but my sister wasn't as excited. I think it was because she had to live on campus at the high school and could only come home once a week. On the day she left, she wrote me a note and put it in my pocket.
The letter read, "Brother, I got into a top high school, all thanks to you and Mom. You dropped out of school so early because of me, because of our family. You're a brave and responsible man, and I'll always be proud of you. I've admired you since I was little, and I will in the future. I'll repay you and Mom with even better grades. Dear brother, I love you..."
I hid the letter so Mom wouldn't find it.
That day, it was drizzling and the weather was cool. Mom and I packed up our stall early. I dragged Mom to the mall to buy her some clothes. I saw two dresses I liked, but Mom thought they were too expensive and wouldn't buy them. After wandering around for a while, we finally found a shop where the dresses weren't expensive and the styles were pretty good.
There were no fitting rooms in the mall; everyone just used a piece of cloth to cover themselves while changing. The shop owner, a man, said to me, "You can cover your mom here. There's a mirror across from her when she's changed."
I nodded, grabbed the white cloth tied to the pole, and pulled it to a corner of the stall, forming a small circle around Mom.
Mom started changing her clothes. When she took off her old skirt, she was only wearing a bra and panties underneath. Her white, plump, and smooth body excited me. Her fleshy and tender back, with the bra straps slightly digging into her flesh, made her figure look even fuller. Her round and plump buttocks were chubby, and her two plump buttock mounds squeezed the bottom of her panties into a deep crease. Her white thighs trembled slightly with each movement, which was very sensual. When Mom raised her arms, I saw the armpit hair under her armpits, and my penis remained hard.
Mom was getting ready to change into her new dress when she noticed me staring at her. She didn't say anything, but gave me a slightly shy, coquettish look before continuing to change…
After some intense bargaining, the dress was Mom's. This was the first time I'd bought her clothes. Mom was overjoyed. As we left the mall, she took my arm like a lover, and we walked side-by-side in the sunset's glow. The happiness I felt was overwhelming; I wanted to walk like that forever. My arm occasionally brushed against the side of Mom's firm, soft breasts.
To celebrate my sister starting school and Mom's new dress, Mom and I decided to have dinner at a fast-food restaurant. It was a relatively upscale place at the time, with nice decor. Mom and I sat facing each other at a small table. Mom held her drink, sucking on the straw, and the way her soft lips pursed as she drank excited me.
After finishing her drink, Mom licked her lips with her tongue. I was immediately reminded of the time I saw her being raped by my third uncle. The way she was limp and unable to stop herself, her tongue lolling out, her bare white buttocks convulsing and trembling, her moans still vividly imprinted in my mind.
"Oh... I won't do it again... I won't do it again... Oh..."
I stared at her, mesmerized. Mom blushed and said, "What are you looking at..."
I grinned foolishly and said, "Mom, you look really beautiful."
It was already evening when we got home. Mom was wearing a dress and swaying in front of the mirror, which made my heart flutter. I stood behind her, and she looked at me in the mirror, her voice a little shy: "Am I pretty?"
I took a step forward, pressed close to her back, and said, "Yes, I look beautiful." I placed my hands on her waist, and she trembled. She pressed her hands against mine, looked at me in the mirror, and then leaned back against me softly, her breathing rapid and her chest heaving.
I whispered excitedly in my mother's ear, "Mom, you're so beautiful." My mother hummed softly, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back, resting her head on my shoulder, her face close to mine. I lowered my eyes and saw her sexy lips so close to mine. I couldn't resist leaning forward and pressing my lips to hers, the electric sensation making me incredibly excited! With
a soft "hmm," my mother turned her face away from me, prying my hands off her waist, trying to walk away. I released my mother's voluptuous figure, feeling a sudden emptiness. I couldn't wait to embrace her again, face to face. My mother leaned into my arms, shyly burying her face in my shoulder, her hands hooking around my shoulders. We held each other tightly like that.
Feeling my mother's heaving, full breasts, I hugged her tighter and tighter. My mother, panting softly, raised her face, gazing at me with tender affection, and then offered her soft, fragrant lips…
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Chapter 5, Part 2 )
I rubbed my lips against my mother's, thinking I was kissing her like I would my sister. But my mother didn't do that. Instead, she softly extended a slender, smooth, and alluring tongue. I took her tongue into my mouth—how stimulating!
Just as I was about to savor it, my mother suddenly let out a soft "hmm," and her long, soft tongue filled my mouth with a swirling motion. My mind went blank; the unprecedented stimulation brought me to the brink of collapse…
My mother's tongue skillfully hooked mine, and I slipped it into her mouth. My mother hummed heavily, surrendering to my tongue, her whole body limp as if it had fallen apart. My God, so this is what kissing is—so full of carnal desire!
I frantically reached for my mother's buttocks, but she pushed me away, panting heavily, her face flushed, and said, "Okay... stop it..."
I was unwilling to give up and tried to hug her again, but she pushed me away, shook her head, and said, "Xiaohui, let's stop here..." Then she ran to the bathroom and didn't come out for a long time.
That night, I found my mother's underwear again in the laundry tub. The damp patch at the bottom exuded her sensual scent. I smelled it, inhaling and thinking endlessly. The allure emanating from the crotch of her thighs, beneath her reserved exterior, was intense, captivating me.
From then on, my relationship with my mother grew closer and closer. Sometimes, when we walked on the street, she would link her arm with mine like a little woman. Several times I tried to kiss her, but she refused, instead giving me a kiss on the forehead or cheek as a gesture of comfort. But my desire grew stronger every day.
My younger sister came home, and Mom specially cooked a few dishes. Our family reunited and happily ate dinner. My sister wasn't as excited as before about school. Yes, she's grown up. She kept asking about Mom's health and how the fruit stand business was. I felt very gratified.
Mom said to my sister, "Xiaojuan, don't worry. We have your brother as the pillar of our family. You just need to focus on your studies."
At that moment, I felt that Mom and I were more like a married couple, raising my sister.
My sister looked at me with admiration and said, "Brother, I'll take good care of Mom while I'm away."
Mom and I exchanged a glance. Mom's eyes were incredibly tender, almost as if she wanted to throw herself into my arms. I couldn't help but glance at Mom's full breasts, then quickly lowered my head to eat. When my sister went to get more rice, I noticed Mom's lower body as she sat upright.
Because of the large expanse of her plump, white thighs peeking out from under her skirt, I lowered my head, pretending not to care, but my eyes couldn't leave her. My breathing became a little rapid. My mother obviously noticed, and with a shy expression, she pulled down her skirt, bringing her alluring, white thighs together. My sister arrived, and my mother said softly to me, "Xiaohui, eat more, you're tired."
The next day was Sunday, and I had to take my sister to school early, so I went home early in the afternoon, leaving my mother to mind the stall alone. When I got home, my sister had already neatly arranged everything on the table. She had just taken a shower and was wearing a close-fitting bra; her slender, full body was beautiful, her breasts high and firm, and her thighs were bare, with snow-white, delicate skin.
I helped my sister check her things, and she stood obediently beside me. The fragrance of her freshly showered body wafted over, and her soft skin on her arms and thighs occasionally brushed against me, making me feel a ticklish sensation.
I zipped up the last bag, straightened up, and stood face to face with my sister, our breaths mingling. She was full of tenderness, her breathing rapid, her full, soft breasts rising and falling almost against my chest. I couldn't resist gently bringing my lips to hers. She softly tilted her chin up… um… a soft, sweet moan escaped her lips, and our lips met.
This time, it wasn't the usual rubbing; it was a real French kiss, the kind I'd learned from my mother. I hooked her soft tongue into my mouth, sucking and swirling it. My sister had never experienced anything like this before. Excitedly, she wrapped her arms around my neck, moaning rapidly through her nose, her whole body limp and slumped against me.
While kissing me, I slipped my hand under her shirt, stroking her smooth, soft back and armpits. She was so weak she almost collapsed. One of her delicate hands caressed my lower abdomen and thighs. I felt she wanted to touch my penis, but was too shy. So I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my erect penis!
My hand was pressed against her swollen vulva between her thighs. My
sister groaned loudly, her hand gripping my penis, her body about to collapse to the ground. I quickly held her limp body tightly. My sister moaned urgently, "Brother... I can't take it anymore..."
The unbearable lust that my mother had aroused in me these past few days erupted. I picked up my sister and put her on my bed, stripped off her clothes, and her fair, youthful body was displayed in full detail before my eyes. Between her hairy thighs, a wet patch was glistening, and her soft vulva shyly exhaled dew.
My hard glans pressed against her wet, fleshy cleft, and I pushed in. "Ah..." my sister cried out softly, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, tears welling in her eyes. Her entire pink body trembled. I saw blood on the glans I pulled out; her hymen had broken. I quickly got off, grabbed a large roll of toilet paper, wiped my penis, folded it, and placed it under my sister's buttocks...
I pressed myself against her again, slowly pushing my penis into her soft, fleshy cleft. My sister's face flushed red as she twisted her body, moaning, "Brother...it feels so good..."
I asked breathlessly, "Doesn't it hurt?"
My sister said, "It hurts...it hurts so well..."
I began to penetrate deeper, each thrust accompanied by a passionate, rapid moan from my sister, as if she were suffocating.
Her soft, lubricated vaginal cavity tightly enveloped my penis, her arms wrapped around me, her soft tongue shyly licking my lips.
I quickly reached my climax, trembling as I thrust in and out, saying, "Xiao Juan... your pussy is so soft..."
My sister gradually lost herself, her eyes tightly closed, her body trembling, her voice growing louder and louder, her panting heavily as she whispered in my ear, "Brother... I can't take it anymore... ah... I'm going to die... fuck me to death..."
Then, with a shudder, her soft pussy suddenly gripped my penis tightly, as if trying to break it, tightening and tightening, my sister moaning as if crying. I could no longer hold back the surge of pleasure, my buttocks arching as I ejaculated wildly...
We held each other on the bed for a long time before reluctantly getting up to get dressed, packing our things to leave. My sister then threw herself into my arms, looking at me shyly and saying, "Brother... you're so good!"
I embraced her soft waist and gently kissed her lips. My sister panted and murmured, "I want you to hold me like this forever... to kiss me..."
For the next two weeks, I lived in constant anxiety, always worried that my sister would get pregnant, until she came back and said she was fine, and only then did I feel relieved.
But we never did it again. One reason was that Mom wasn't around, so I didn't have the chance, and another was that I felt guilty.
Chapter Six
In the sweltering summer heat, under the blazing sun, Mom spent the afternoon at the mall and finally picked out an air conditioner on sale for less than two thousand yuan. As soon as I finished shopping, Mom dragged me to the mall, and we bought it. Someone came to install it right away.
Mom and I exchanged a glance; I saw excitement and sweetness in Mom's eyes. Installing an air conditioner had been our long-held wish. Mom and I had discussed it many times, but always felt the expense was too high and hadn't bought it. Unexpectedly, as summer was almost over, I saved enough money, and watching the workers install it gave me a sense of victory.
I offered them cigarettes and tea, directed the installation, acting like the head of the household, while Mom stood obediently beside me without saying a word.
That night, I kept shuttling between the two rooms, comparing the vastly different experiences. Mom laughed and asked if I was itching to run around like a headless chicken. Sitting on Mom's big bed in the inner room, feeling the cool room temperature, I described our future to her. I promised we would live in a big house with air conditioning in every room, a bathroom and a kitchen, and even a telephone in the bathroom. I told Mom all of this would come true.
Mom said sweetly and gently, "Then, Mom will enjoy life with you from now on..."
I happily hugged Mom, and she said shyly, "Xiaohui, you sleep here too, it's too hot outside."
I was so excited! I remembered peeking at her the night before and seeing those four smooth, white thighs on this bed. Tonight, I could be here too! I was incredibly excited.
Mom and I talked until very late. Mom went to take a shower, and I lay on the bamboo mat, wearing only shorts and shirtless, thinking about Mom's full and sexy body and our bright future. I felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. Although I didn't know where the future lay, I believed that with my abilities, I would definitely achieve it!
After showering, Mom dried her wet hair and patted me, saying, "Go take a shower before you sleep, you're all sticky."
Feeling refreshed after my shower, I returned to my room. Mom had already dried her hair, and the sight of her flowing hair made me even more excited. I leaped onto the bed, sprawled out, and exclaimed, "Ah, so comfortable!"
Mom said softly, "Judging by your posture, are you planning to make me sleep on the floor?"
I quickly sat up and said to Mom with a smile, "Mom, you're not embarrassed to sleep in a skirt, are you?"
Mom blushed and said coquettishly, "Of course not, turn your face away!"
I turned my face away, but a few seconds later I turned back and saw Mom reaching into her loose t-shirt and magically pulling out her bra, tossing it aside. I exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, Mom, how did you do that?"
Mom blushed and smiled, "You wouldn't believe it!"
Mom pulled down her skirt, revealing a pair of full, white thighs. I immediately got an erection. My eyes were glued to Mom's round, full, white legs. The image of those two thighs trembling and spreading across Uncle's waist flashed through my mind again. My mother's soft voice said, "Still looking? You're always sneaking peeks, aren't you enough?"
I excitedly hugged my mother's soft waist, smelling the strong fragrance emanating from her body, and whispered, "Mom, you're so beautiful! I just can't get enough of looking at you."
My mother's breathing became a little rapid, and she leaned softly against me, closing her eyes. I found my mother's soft, fragrant lips with my mouth. She let out a soft moan and went limp, letting me kiss her. Her soft, fragrant tongue shyly resisted my invading tongue in her mouth, but I sucked it in immediately, and my desire spread rapidly...
I excitedly pulled my mother down and pressed her against me. My mother gasped and moaned, "No, Xiaohui, don't do this... ah..."
My penis pressed against the soft, plump part between my mother's thighs. My mother let out a shy moan. My mother's body was indeed different from my sister's. My sister's youthful body was delicate and fragrant, but with my mother, it was like falling into an ocean of flesh, full of plumpness and smoothness. My legs intertwined with my mother's full, smooth thighs. I trembled with excitement and couldn't wait to pull down my mother's panties.
Mom held my hands down, moaning, "No...don't take it off..."
I used all my strength, kissing Mom passionately while reaching down to pull open the bottom of her panties, my fingers touching a thick patch of pubic hair and her plump, wet, slippery labia.
"Oh...Xiao Hui..." Mom moaned softly. My penis thrust forward, instantly engulfed by that dense forest. I tried to nudge it with the head, but instead, it squeezed between her plump labia, into that soft, slippery place!
"Ouch!" Mom cried out softly, panting rapidly, her full breasts heaving beneath me. Her hands no longer tried to stop me, but instead wrapped around my neck, her face flushed as she continued to moan softly. I thrust forward, and ah! My penis slid in smoothly! That warm, slippery vagina wasn't as tight as my sister's, but loose and slippery, yet even more stimulating!
I thrust back and forth a few times, and Mom's eyes were already glazed over with desire, moaning softly, completely like a shy wife embracing her husband and submitting to his advances. I got up again and pulled down Mom's panties. This time, Mom didn't resist; instead, she wiggled her plump buttocks to cooperate with me.
Ah! There was a dark patch between her fair thighs. My sister's pubic hair was just a clump, but Mom's pubic hair grew thickly all over her thighs. Her dark labia were glistening with moisture, and her wide vulva was bulging and full. The pungent smell was much stronger than my sister's.
Having learned from my sister's experience, I guided my penis inside, and oh, once fully inside, I was immediately enveloped by my mother's vagina, warm and slippery.
My mother groaned loudly, her full thighs and buttocks contracting forcefully, making my penis feel a tight, sucking sensation. Oh my god! It felt so good! I kept thrusting, my mother hooking her arms around my neck, panting and moaning incessantly, her face displaying a shy yet wanton expression I had never seen before.
It was clear she was thoroughly enjoying herself. I began to thrust wildly, my mother pressing her hands against my buttocks, panting and saying, "Xiao Hui, wait a minute..."
My mother took the pillow from under her head and tucked it under her waist, raising her entire large buttocks. When I thrust in, almost my testicles were inside her vagina. I excitedly pressed myself against my mother, thrusting in and out.
My mother's plump, white legs were spread limply, her whole body limp like a lump of flesh. My buttocks moved, my penis making a squelching sound inside her mature vagina. My mother moaned urgently, her face flushed, crying beneath me.
"Oh... ah... I can't take it... what should I do... I can't take it anymore... Hui... ah ha..."
Her arms were tightly wrapped around my shoulders, her whole body limp like a pile of mud, only her plump buttocks moving seductively in response. I breathed heavily, a surge of heat almost unbearable. I said, "Mom, why can't you take it anymore..."
My mother's lips were panting heavily near my ear, her urgent moans: "I can't take it anymore... I'm leaking... it's coming out... ah... Xiao Hui..."
I felt my mother's vagina tightening around my penis, her whole buttocks convulsing and trembling. Suddenly, I remembered the last time my mother was raped by my third uncle, my mother was like this too!
Excitedly, I imitated my third uncle's movements, thrusting hard, my lower abdomen slapping against my mother's inner thighs with a squelching sound, accompanied by the wet sounds from her vagina. I growled, "Oh... I'll fuck you to death! Oh..." and then, just like my third uncle, I kissed my mother.
My mother moaned urgently, "Oh!" her lips parted, and a soft, fragrant tongue darted into my mouth, swirling around, emitting soft moans from her throat and nose. My God, it was like that the other day!
I went crazy, my penis ejaculating wildly, leaving my mind blank. It was so stimulating!
I drifted off to sleep, and when I woke up the next day, I was alone in bed. I got up and saw my mother already dressed and had breakfast ready. Her dress accentuated her voluptuous and sexy figure, her hair pulled back, revealing her snow-white neck.
My heart skipped a beat, and I went over and hugged my mother. She gently pressed her face against my shoulder, like a little woman, completely different from the wanton behavior she displayed in bed the night before.
We hugged each other for a while before eating breakfast and going out arm in arm.
Chapter Seven
That night, before Mom even took off her clothes for bed, I rushed over and hugged her tightly. Mom blushed deeply and pushed me away, telling me to go to bed elsewhere. Having already tasted Mom's ecstasy, how could I give up?
I pushed her down onto the bed, kissing and caressing her. Soon, Mom went limp, moaning softly, letting me undress her. Like a naked lamb, her full, beautiful body was helplessly exposed. When I inserted my
penis, Mom once again lost herself in me, hugging me tightly, moaning with unrestrained pleasure, her soft, slippery tongue entering my mouth… During
her climax, Mom kept moaning, "Oh… Mom can't live without you… Mom can't live without you!"
Afterwards, Mom nestled in my arms, and I asked her if she was pregnant. She said she had an IUD, so it was fine. I was relieved. I drifted off to sleep sweetly.
In the early morning, I opened my sleepy eyes and saw my mother still fast asleep beside me. Her full, round, plump buttocks were enticingly placed at my legs. Her fair and voluptuous body exuded the unique charm of a mature woman. I couldn't help but compare her to my sister. Although my sister also aroused me, compared to my mother, she was the real woman. From her initial shy push against the cabinet to her involuntary response, and finally her wanton behavior, I was deeply captivated by her every move.
I got excited again, and hugged my mother's waist. My mother woke up and, seeing my lustful look, couldn't help but laugh. She reached into my underwear and grabbed my penis, saying, "You're so naughty... it's hard again..."
I said, "If you touch me, I'll touch you too," and put my hand between my mother's thighs. My mother's plump, soft thighs clamped down on my hand, preventing me from moving. We touched each other's genitals like that. Soon, my
mother blushed and panted, softly whispering in my ear, "Xiao Hui... take off my underwear..." I excitedly stripped my mother naked. My mother opened her plump, snow-white thighs, moaning as she welcomed my attack. Her plump, smooth vagina gripped me tightly, her hands pressing against my buttocks, her sweet moans making me unable to resist for long. I was panting and thrusting wildly, saying, "Mom... you're squeezing me so tight I'm about to pee..."
Unexpectedly, my mother squeezed even tighter, groaning limply, "Pee... pee in my vagina..." looking at me with seductive eyes.
I was suddenly driven mad with excitement, thrusting my hips forward and ejaculating a thick stream of semen into my mother's vagina.
During the seven-day National Day holiday, my sister came home. And these past few days, business has been exceptionally good. My mother and I are doing the math, planning to rent a shop in the fruit market after the holiday to start a wholesale business. I've already thoroughly researched the suppliers, so this will allow us to expand our business significantly. We'll set up our stall early every morning and come home very late at night to do the accounting. And since my sister's home, my mother and I haven't had sex.
The night before my sister left, she was taking a shower in the bathroom. My mother had already finished and was in the inner room. When I entered, I saw her sitting on the bed, wearing a sleeveless nightgown that revealed her large, firm breasts. She was only wearing a small pair of panties that tightly hugged her plump, large buttocks, and her white thighs were exposed...
My mother's eyes were full of tenderness as she looked at me. She placed her hands on her full, white thighs and patted them at the base, as if beckoning me. Whenever my mother patted her white thighs in front of me, it meant she couldn't take it anymore and wanted me to have her!
At this moment, my mother was at her most seductive and alluring. But today my sister was home. I stared wide-eyed at my mother, whose eyes were filled with a strong sense of desire. I couldn't help but walk over to her. She stretched out her arms and hugged my buttocks, pressing her face against my lower abdomen, breathing softly. My penis hardened and pressed against her chest...
"Mom... Xiaojuan is here..."
my mother said softly. "I know... Mom just wanted to hug you..."
My penis throbbed against my mother's plump breasts. My mother looked up at me, her face flushed, and slowly reached her hand through the edge of my underwear. Her slender hand grasped my penis, and my hard penis swelled in her palm. My mother softly hummed and said in a sweet voice, "So hard..." Her lustful voice stimulated me.
I caressed my mother's plump, soft body, slowly lay down, and pinned her down. My mother hooked her arms around my neck and moaned softly, "Oh... Xiao Hui... my little sister is coming..."
Excitedly, I pulled down the bottom of my mother's pants, revealing her thick, black forest. Her glistening, mature vulva exuded a rich scent. I buried my face in her thighs, inhaling the fragrance. Her curly pubic hair brushed against my face, and her plump labia parted, revealing her insatiable, mature vulva, wet and dripping with a strong aroma.
Mom pulled me up, her soft, panting breaths mingling with mine as we kissed: "Mmm...have you had enough? Isn't it slutty...?"
"Slutty...Mom, I love your slutty smell...I love it so much..."
Mom let out a shy moan, her tongue darting into my mouth, her plump, fleshy body trembling and writhing.
She grasped my penis in one hand, pointing it towards her steaming, ripe vulva: "Give it a little...oh..."
I couldn't hold back any longer, but thinking of my sister, I said anxiously, "Xiao Juan's almost done washing..."
Mom's eyes were hazy with breaths, her voice like a cat in heat: "Hui...come in...give it a little...I can't take it anymore...come in..."
As if receiving a royal decree, I thrust my hips forward, my penis disappearing into Mom's vulva.
Mom bit her lip, stifling a moan, letting out a tearful groan through her nose, clinging tightly to me, her vulva clenching and pulsating with soft moans: "Mmm...so big...so thick..."
I was incredibly excited, because of the tension, because my sister might come in at any moment. I felt a strange, immense pleasure, like I was having an affair.
I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom...do you prefer the big one or the small one..."
My mother blushed and gasped softly, "I like...the big one...the thick one...oh..."
Good heavens, I was so nervous today, yet my mother was so unrestrained. Why isn't she like this usually! This not only encouraged me greatly, but also filled me with anticipation for the days after my sister left.
I pulled out and then thrust deeply again, not so intensely, but each time very deep, even trying to push my testicles into my mother's vagina.
As I slowly thrust deeper, I continued talking to my mother: "Mom... your pussy is so soft... so sexy...
does it feel good...?"
My mother bit the pillowcase with her mouth, her face flushed, her full breasts heaving rapidly, murmuring indistinctly: "Oh... good... oh... it's so deep..."
"What if Xiaojuan comes in..."
"Hmm... let her see... oh... Xiaohui... I can't take it... I really can't take it..."
"Mom, what's wrong with you..."
"I feel good... I can't take it anymore, it's so thick..."
A tingling sensation ran down my back, and I thrust my penis deep into my mother's plump, tender pussy, holding her big, white buttocks that were involuntarily swaying and convulsing. I felt my mother's warm current soaking into the base of our intertwined thighs, the wet, sticky sounds growing louder and louder, and I groaned as I thrust wildly.
Mom knew I was about to ejaculate, and she pressed my buttocks down hard with both hands, her legs limp and spread wide as she gasped for breath, "Oh...shoot inside...oh..."
I could no longer hold back, and I murmured in a trembling voice, "What if Xiaojuan comes...?"
Mom's whole body was convulsing, her plump vagina gripping me tightly, and she moaned seductively, "Oh...I don't care...oh...let him see you fucking me...shoot inside my vagina...Hui..."
I completely broke down, and thick spurts erupted like a volcanic eruption...
Mom and I finished wiping with toilet paper, and Mom crumpled the paper into a big ball and shoved it into my hand, whispering, "Throw it in the toilet..." …
I finished getting ready and went to the bathroom. I saw my sister come out after showering, drying her hair with a towel, smelling sweet. She gently asked, “Brother, is Mom asleep?”
I nodded. My sister put her arm around my shoulder, her soft, fragrant body nestled in my arms under her pajamas, and whispered, “Brother, I missed you.”
I was a little flustered and whispered, “Mom’s still awake in her room.”
My sister said coquettishly, “Give me a kiss!”
Seeing that I didn’t move, she took the initiative to bring her soft lips to mine. Her slippery tongue slithered between my lips like a snake. My penis, which had just been released, wasn’t hard, but it was restless and a little painful.
Chapter Eight
The wholesale business started. We hired two waiters. I started going to other places frequently to source goods, sometimes for days at a time. When I came back, my mother would cook delicious meals for me like a wife, and we would inevitably have passionate lovemaking in bed at night.
I discovered that my seemingly reserved mother was actually quite wanton at heart. Her initial shame gradually diminished, and many times she would pat her thigh and pull me onto her. Our conversations during sex became increasingly explicit; she used words I'd never heard women say before. I experienced unprecedented pleasure and stimulation from her mature, sensual body.
I asked her if she ever said such explicit things with my father. She said no. I asked why, and she laughed, saying it was because my penis was thicker.
My mother and I could now discuss sex freely. I told her I'd seen many penises thicker than mine. She blushed and said, "You don't understand women. It's not just about size; a woman needs feelings." I didn't believe her, and she blushed and stopped discussing it with me.
While buying goods out of town, I bought several pornographic DVDs at a street stall—all showing explicit sex scenes with foreigners. When I got home, my mom saw it and angrily pinched my ear, saying I'd gone astray. I said mysteriously, "Mom, I'm all grown up now, not a little kid anymore. I'll learn how to make you feel better..." My mom blushed and said, "I'm not watching it! Throw it away! Otherwise, Xiaojuan will be so embarrassed when she finds out you bought this!"
That night, when I turned on the DVD player, I dragged my mom and insisted she watch it with me.
The sight of the foreigner's enormous penis in the video made my mother blush and gasp for breath. The intense sex scene was an eye-opener for me, and I felt ashamed of myself for not being as good as those foreigners. Foreign women were also moaning wantonly, which excited me greatly. My mother sat softly beside me, her face flushed. I noticed that her two full, smooth thighs were secretly pressed together under her skirt, and her full breasts were heaving...
That night, my mother and I undressed in bed. Looking at her full, smooth, snow-white body, I couldn't resist. I hugged her and pressed her down on the bed. My mother didn't resist at all, panting passionately as she held me, letting me pull down her panties. I noticed that her crotch was already wet. I excitedly asked my mother, "Are foreigners' penises thick?"
My mother blushed and hummed softly, "Thick..."
"Do you want a foreigner to fuck you?"
Mom bit my shoulder and said, "No!"
I stubbornly used all my strength, ravaging Mom's body until it trembled and flowed with lustful fluids. Her eyes were languid as she clung to me, begging me to penetrate her. I continued, "Do you want a thick cock...?"
"Yes...yes..." Mom moaned in submission.
I thrust in, and Mom passionately extended her tongue to give me a wet kiss. Her plump, white legs gripped me tightly, and she kept calling out, "Oh...Xiao Hui...ouch...Xiao Hui..."
I felt Mom was about to climax. As I thrust deeply, I asked Mom, "Do you want a foreigner's thick cock to fuck you...?"
Mom moaned hysterically, "Oh...yes...ah..." Then Mom began to spasm, her large white buttocks heaving as her climax approached.
At that moment, I also erupted, desperately thrusting my hips: "Want...want what..."
Mom groaned absently, "I want them to fuck me... ah... Xiaohui... I can't take it anymore..." Mom's big buttocks convulsed as she hugged me, panting heavily. I excitedly ejaculated.
Mom looked at my smug expression, pinched me, and said that this was perverted and I shouldn't do it again. I said, "Mom, didn't you say you wanted to?" Mom said it was to cooperate with me. Just this once!
Life seemed perfect, except for the tiring management and navigating various relationships. The rest was my dream. Mom probably thought that my talk of buying a new house and a car was just to make her happy, but I always believed that it was a goal I had to achieve.
My sister went to university. I took out all my savings, and besides that, I also bought a small van. I drove her to school with her luggage. As I left, my sister cried uncontrollably, hugged me, and said, "Brother... I owe you everything in my life. Without you, I am nothing..."
Mom visited Dad in prison in another city several times, and each time she came back, she was very sad.
Fortunately, my business grew bigger and bigger, and the new house was getting closer and closer to us. My mother was very gratified, but also felt sorry for me.
We relied on each other, time passed, and life's experiences made me stronger. Seeing my mother's increasingly gray hair, I always felt a sense of urgency. I forced myself to work harder to find opportunities…
Finally, the day came. A man walked out of the prison gates. That vaguely familiar face and figure stirred up an indescribable emotion in my heart. This was my father, and I wanted to bring him home.
Chapter Nine
We walked in silence, snowflakes swirling and dancing, the earth covered in silver. In the warm home, the whole family was gathered. Nine years had passed since we parted. The world had changed drastically, and we had all grown. The past events in the mortal world, like a gentle stream flowing into the distance, left clear imprints in our hearts.
My father seemed uncomfortable with the presence of another person at home. My mother and I could no longer be close. My father felt guilty and grateful to me. He never asked about my affairs, but simply helped me with chores and other tasks he could manage each day.
That night, Dad patted my shoulder and said meaningfully, "Xiaohui, you should find a girlfriend!"
I laughed, "Yes, Dad, once we buy a new house, I'll marry her."
Our family of three had a clear division of labor: Dad was in charge of the stall, Mom did the housework, and I went out to find suppliers and run errands.
One night, I couldn't sleep. Late at night, I heard a faint sound coming from the inner room, like Mom's moans. Seeing the light was off, I pressed my ear to the door and listened carefully. Sure enough, it was Mom making soft, seductive moans, like a cat in heat, occasionally accompanied by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. It made me feel itchy, and the image of Mom's two soft, white legs swaying passionately flashed in my mind.
For a whole month, I suppressed my desire, sometimes giving Mom hints, but she always cautiously refused. That afternoon, I went home early after buying the goods. Mom was mopping the floor at home.
As I bent over, her full, round buttocks faced me. I impulsively hugged her. My mother struggled and said, "Xiaohui! I told you not to do this anymore..."
I gently kissed my mother's earlobe, and pulled open her clothes. A warm, rich fragrance wafted out. Her full, white breasts stood erect inside. I kneaded them with my hands, and slid my lips to my mother's neck, kissing her as I said, "Mom, I can't resist your scent..."
My mother's body went limp as she leaned against me, panting softly, "What smell..."
"A slutty smell..."
My mother hummed, her face flushed with embarrassment, and whispered, "Xiaohui, do you think Mom is very cheap?"
"No, Mom, I just couldn't hold back... I missed you, Mom!" I caressed my mother's full, soft body in a daze, and kissed her soft, fragrant lips. My mother shyly accepted, her body becoming softer and softer.
I embraced my mother and we fell onto the bed. She skillfully opened her plump body and kissed me. As my penis entered her vagina, she held me tightly, letting out a long moan: "Oh... Xiaohui... yours is the best... um..."
I kissed her face and neck while moving my hips, saying, "Am I thicker than Dad's?"
My mother blushed and murmured, "And longer too..."
"Mom, does it feel good inside..."
My mother moved her plump buttocks passionately, holding me and moaning softly, "So good... ah... Hui... no one feels as good as you... oh..."
Outside, the wind was biting cold, but inside, spring was in full bloom. My mother and I tasted the forbidden fruit once more, indulging in an endless world of carnal desire.
Once the desires that had been suppressed for months broke through and erupted, they were uncontrollable!
Whenever my father wasn't home, my mother and I shared our lovemaking.
One morning, Dad left early. I pushed open the door and saw Mom lying on the bed with her hair disheveled. Her large, white breasts were exposed, her plump, white legs were spread open, her panties were hanging on her legs, and her dark pubic hair was wet... Her face was still flushed. It was Mom who had just been with Dad. Her naked, snow-white, plump body was paralyzed on the bed. Mom was startled when I came in. She hurriedly covered her high breasts with one hand and covered her thighs with the other, looking at me with a blushing face.
I walked up to her and bent down, looking at my mother. She blushed and said, "Xiaohui... go out, let Mom get dressed..."
"Mom, let me kiss you, then I'll go out."
I pressed my lips to hers. She shyly closed her eyes, still covering her chest and vulva, her chin tilted back as we kissed passionately. I licked her lips, my mouth full of saliva. She gasped, "Mmm... okay... good girl..."
I pulled down my underwear and got into bed. My mother twisted her body, and I forcefully spread her two large, white legs. Her plump, ripe vulva was wide open, wet and glistening, a stream of liquid flowing down her thighs, stained with white fluid—perhaps my father's semen. My mind went blank, and my erect penis plunged in. Her soft, slippery vagina was incredibly slick, easily submerging my penis completely!
Mom let out a soft "ouch" in shame, her plump belly trembling slightly. I immediately began to thrust wildly, pulling my penis all the way out each time before plunging it deep inside. My lower abdomen slapped against Mom's plump thighs, making a loud "smack, smack" sound. I looked at Mom, her neck arched back as if suffocating, her moans seemingly trapped in her throat, tears streaming down her face...
I stopped thrusting, tenderly lying on top of Mom, asking, "Mom, are you crying?"
Mom opened her teary eyes, opened her arms covering her breasts, and hugged me, sobbing softly, "I... I'm so shameless... Your dad finished with you and then let you do it..."
"Mom, who cares? I missed you. Did you miss me?"
"Xiao Hui... you think Mom is shameless... shameless..."
"Mom, the more you do this, the more I like it..."
I began to thrust deeply again, grinding my penis deep inside Mom's vagina.
Mom tilted her head back, panting heavily, and let out a soft moan as we kissed: "Oh...ouch...it's all the way in...ah..."
"Does it feel good, Mom?"
"Oh...it feels good..." Mom tightened her hips, and her soft, plump vagina gripped my penis.
"Mom, you're squeezing me so tight, it feels so good..."
Mom moaned as if crying, "I'm squeezing... I'm shameless... Hui... Mom's shameless..."
I shouted, "Mom, I'm shameless too, I'm fucking my own mother!"
I excitedly thrust my hips quickly, concentrating all my strength in my lower abdomen, slapping against Mom's white, smooth body, making her tremble.
My mother, holding me, writhed and groaned loudly, "Oh...so fierce! Oh...you're killing me...Xiao Hui...Mom's being fucked to death..."
I kept thrusting wildly, sweat pouring down my face, dripping onto my mother's full, trembling breasts. "Mom, is my cock thick?"
"Thick...thicker than your dad's..."
"Is your cunt slutty..."
"Slutty...Mom's a slutty cunt..."
Amidst her incoherent ramblings, my mother moaned and convulsed, her nails almost digging into my skin. I roared along with my mother's climax, ejaculating wildly...
(Part 2)
Chapter 10
After that crazy, incestuous love, my mother said that we could never do this again. Secrets can't stay hidden forever; one day it would all come out. I agreed with her and restrained my burgeoning lust.
Through an introduction, I met my current wife, Liu Hong. She was a year older than me, a train conductor with a stable job, tall and voluptuous, with fair skin, which made my parents very happy.
On our first day together, I took her to a street stall for dinner. At first, I could tell she wasn't very satisfied, but after we started chatting, she was drawn in by my stories. So we started dating. She was a very well-behaved person, with a structured life and a kind heart. I slowly began to like her, transferring my pent-up desires for women onto her.
One time, on a park bench, I held her and kissed her. My passionate French kiss made her very happy, and she murmured softly in my arms, "Xiao Hui, how many girls have you slept with?"
I didn't know what to say. If I said my mother and sister, Liu Hong would be terrified. So I jokingly counted on my fingers, "1, 2, 3... not enough, can I borrow your fingers?"
Liu Hong patted my head and told me she didn't mind my past, because she had also been in a relationship and broken up, and wasn't a virgin either. She just hoped we could be faithful to each other in the future, since we were of marriageable age.
We talked excitedly, planning our future. I held her and kissed her, incredibly excited. I pulled her to my van, pressed her down on the back seat, and she breathed heavily with excitement. As I pulled down her pants, she wiggled her hips in response. I saw her two fair, full, and long thighs, and her swollen vulva with pubic hair peeking out from under her panties. I was instantly driven to a frenzy of excitement!
I smelled her scent; it wasn't as strong a sultry smell as my mother's, nor as innocent as my sister's. She shyly covered her vulva and said, "What are you smelling... does it smell good?"
I didn't answer, breathing heavily like a dog in heat, I pressed myself against her, my penis slowly pushing into her already wet vulva.
Liu Hong immediately began to moan passionately, clinging tightly to me, her whole body trembling. Her lower body was slick with lubrication, making gurgling sounds. I hadn't expected her to be so wet! It was so stimulating. During her orgasm, she kept looking at my name: "Ah... Hui... Xiao Hui... Oh..."
That voice sounded just like my mother's; I felt like I was having sex with my young mother!
I completely broke down! I ejaculated!
Afterwards, Liu Hong lay limp for a long time, unable to get up. I asked her, "Were you comfortable...?"
She blushed and whispered, "I'll stick with you from now on..."
I helped her put on her pants and noticed her bottom was wet. I exclaimed in surprise, "You peed?"
She gently slapped my face and said shyly, "What nonsense, that's just my constitution... I'm very wet..."
My younger sister graduated from university and got a job at a foreign-funded company in the provincial capital, with a very good salary. The day before she left, our family, including Liu Hong, whom I already considered my wife, had a meal together at a restaurant. Looking at my father, the usually taciturn man seemed very happy. I drank quite a bit with him, and, slightly tipsy, I looked at my sister. Her elegant and refined demeanor and beautiful face showed she was already a young woman.
My mother sat next to me; in my eyes, she was always so charming and alluring. This was the woman I knew best, the woman with whom I had weathered storms and hardships as mother and son. Liu Hong, here too, is stunningly beautiful. She will be joining me to build a family and enter my life…
I felt a surge of emotion, and for some reason, I wanted to cry. I held back my stinging nose, picked up my glass, and said to them, “Let’s toast to Xiao Juan’s career…”
My sister looked at me with teary eyes, her smile filled with gratitude and a sense of helplessness about life. Yes, in this world, we are all played by fate, experiencing joy and sorrow, glory and loneliness. It is these bittersweet moments that make up each of our lives.
That evening, while I was tidying up the new house, my sister came over and asked, “Where’s my sister-in-law?”
I said, “She’s driving tonight, at work…”
My sister came over and hugged me, softly calling out, “Brother…”
My heart raced, and I said gently, “Xiao Juan… this… isn’t right…”
“I know… I just envy my sister-in-law… for being able to marry you…” my sister cried.
“I… will still be good to you…” I didn’t know what to say.
My sister, her eyes brimming with tears, said, "Brother... I know I shouldn't love you like this, but I can't help it, and I hate myself too."
I held her soft waist, letting her sob in my arms.
She lifted her face, pouting her fragrant lips, and kissed me. I was stunned, at a loss, wanting to push her away, but she relentlessly snuggled into my arms, saying between kisses, "Brother... love me one last time... I won't miss you after I'm gone..."
As she spoke, a slender hand unbuckled my belt, pushing me towards the bed. My penis instantly became erect the moment she grasped it. I fell onto the bed, and my sister pulled down my pants, bending down to take my penis into her mouth. My God, I had never experienced anything like this before. Her soft, warm lips enveloped me, her fragrant tongue licking the head of my penis, her warm breath spreading between my thighs. I excitedly held my sister's head, a tingling sensation in my penis making me want to ejaculate.
I panted as I told her to get up, saying I couldn't take it anymore. My sister quickly stripped naked from the waist down, spread her legs, and squatted on top of me, guiding my penis towards her vulva. Her pubic hair was much thicker than before. As she slowly sat down, we both let out comfortable moans. My sister's soft, plump buttocks rose and fell on my legs, her warm, soft vaginal cavity rubbing against my penis...
I held her waist, and my sister blushed and whispered, "Brother... is it good?"
"Good..."
"Is it better in your mouth or in your vagina..."
I was too embarrassed to answer. My sister's body went limp, her buttocks moving up and down, panting heavily, "Mmm... tell me... brother... is it better in your mouth or... in your vagina..."
My voice trembled: "It feels so good..."
My sister's lips pressed against mine, her soft, smooth tongue exploring my mouth. She kissed me passionately while moaning indistinctly, "Brother...it feels so good too..."
Her buttocks moved faster and faster, her moans growing more urgent. Soon she was limp and powerless against me. Excitedly, I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, my penis plunging into her wet vagina. My sister embraced me tightly, moaning and panting...
As we gradually calmed down, I felt a deep sense of guilt. My sister lay quietly in my arms and said, "Brother, it won't happen again. I'll get better."
I held her tightly and kissed her forehead passionately.
Chapter Eleven
Liu Hong's family wasn't very happy about my marriage because I didn't have a stable job. However, they were quite open-minded and didn't interfere much with their daughter's choice of husband. Her brother's wife, her sister-in-law, also supported me, saying I was capable and a reliable man. I was very grateful to her. On my wedding day
, relatives and friends filled the room, making it a lively and joyous occasion. My wife wore a pure white wedding dress, looking exceptionally beautiful.
Her high, firm breasts were partially exposed, and a large expanse of her fair back was also visible. I was furious that the wedding dress was too revealing.
Many of my friends and classmates were staring at her with lustful eyes. When the couple bowed to each other, a group of people rushed forward, and my wife almost fell. I quickly caught her. Confetti rained down, covering us both. I held my wife tightly, feeling many hands roaming between us. Amidst the deafening sound of firecrackers, a group of people surrounded us, especially my wife's chest. I clearly felt a lustful hand pinch her full breasts! My wife hummed in my ear!
The ceremony ended, and my wife went to a private room to change. I followed her. She was going to change into a red cheongsam before we went to toast the guests. While changing, I clearly noticed a wet patch on the bottom of my wife's underwear. I felt a pang of discomfort, yet also a strange excitement. I didn't know why I felt this way.
After toasting everyone around, I had already drunk quite a bit, and the fatigue of the past few days made me very sleepy. When we got to a table full of junior high school classmates, one of them, whom I wasn't particularly close to, stood up and stood on a stool, asking me to hold the bride and feed him wine. Then everyone around started clapping and cheering.
Helplessly, I held my wife's big buttocks and lifted her up with all my might, her hands just reaching the classmate's mouth as I poured the wine into his mouth. At that moment, my arms gave way and I loosened my grip slightly, and my wife immediately slipped off my arms, her cheongsam hanging from my arms and down to her buttocks!
Ah, my wife's private parts were instantly exposed, her two plump and smooth jade legs were dazzlingly white, and her pink panties were also exposed to them. Ah! My wife screamed and quickly squatted down, and I hurriedly covered her...
Later, I vaguely heard people talking: "Hehe... they even saw her pubic hair..." My face burned, but I got hard. That
night, during the wedding night pranks, they came up with a game where my wife lay flat on the bed, covered with a towel, and I had to climb on top of her and use my mouth to roll up the towel bit by bit.
I slowly rolled my lips around her thighs, and when I reached them, her plump, white thighs were pressed against my face at the slit of her cheongsam, the fine hairs on her snow-white thighs clearly visible. I could also smell a faint scent from her slightly bulging crotch—the scent of my wife when she was aroused… But I failed several times.
They laughed and said it wouldn't work, so they offered to demonstrate. Several people held me back, and a classmate named Song Jun impatiently offered to demonstrate. He climbed onto the bed and started rolling his lips around my wife's legs. When he reached her thighs, I saw a blush spread across her face. Ah, had he smelled her scent too? He
continued rolling until she reached her chest, when my wife couldn't help but push him away with both hands. The people around laughed and shoved Song Jun's buttocks, and he suddenly pressed his entire body against my wife! As he laughed and got up, I clearly saw a deep indentation at the base of my wife's thighs—it was from being pushed against her—and the outline of her full vulva was clearly exposed!
My wife got up angrily and refused to cooperate, going to the bathroom and locking herself inside. At this point, her sister-in-law told Song Jun and the others not to go too far, to stop when it was getting late and it was time
to end it. They also felt that Liu Hong wouldn't cooperate anymore, so they clamored for her sister-in-law to take her place and finish it in one go. Her sister-in-law generously agreed, and then lay down on the bed, covering herself with a towel and instructing me not to roll up her skirt.
Her sister-in-law exuded a rich fragrance, her body voluptuous and alluring. My lips touched her soft thighs, and I could clearly see the rounded outline of her full thighs under her skirt. I imagined they must be very white. Her soft abdomen rose and fell with her breath, very sexy. Her pointed breasts under her shirt were tempting, and when my lips touched them, they felt soft and elastic.
I nervously rolled the towel around her neck little by little. Finally, it was over. Unexpectedly, Song Jun still gave me a shove in the butt. I pressed myself against my sister-in-law, and her soft, fragrant, and plump body instantly aroused me. My penis was hard as a rock, pressing against her thigh. My sister-in-law let out a soft cry of "Ouch!" Amidst the laughter of everyone, the exciting wedding night pranks finally came to an end.
Everyone had left when my wife came out of the bathroom, letting out a long sigh. "My God... your friends are crazy! Did you prank people like this at their weddings?"
I smiled and said, "Just wait and see, those who aren't married yet are doomed." My wife changed clothes and tidied the room. I saw my sister-in-law downstairs. When we got downstairs, I said awkwardly, "Sister-in-law, I'm so sorry, I didn't get it right."
My sister-in-law's eyes were bright in the night. She smiled and said, "What? Didn't you get it right? Didn't you control yourself?"
I blushed and felt embarrassed. My sister-in-law patted my head and laughed, "It's okay, it's normal. Go back now, your new wife is waiting for you."
That night, I made my wife feel like she was dying. One moment she felt like Song Jun was having sex with her, and the next she felt like my sister-in-law. I shouted excitedly, and my wife screamed like a limp rag doll, soaking the newlywed sheets...
Chapter Twelve
In the months after the wedding, life was as usual. The new house was big, and I had my parents move in with us. Life was as usual. I worked hard, and the wholesale business grew bigger and bigger. After all, I had been in the business for so many years, and I was very confident in my market sense. Before autumn, I rented a warehouse. Because my wife drove a truck, it was much easier for me to contact first-hand suppliers in other places. My wife arranged the sleeper berths.
But I had a secret in my heart. I felt guilty about my deep-seated cuckoldry complex. I didn't know why, but I always got excited thinking about what might happen to my wife.
I bought a computer and searched online for a lot of information. Finally, I found a QQ contact for psychological counseling. Online, I told them all about my sexual experiences without any reservations. I learned that seeing my mother being raped by my uncle had left an indelible mark on my heart. But the internet also said that if it doesn't affect the relationship between husband and wife, it's not a big deal. So I buried it deep in my heart and never brought it up again.
My wife and I got along very well and talked about everything. Sometimes when my wife came back from driving and we were lying in bed, she would often talk about what her female colleagues talked about on the bus. She said, "You don't know, the things women talk about are even more lewd than what you men talk about." I said, "Tell me what they talk about." My wife blushed and said, "Last time, a few married women were comparing whose husbands had the biggest penises. One of them even held up a cucumber and said, 'It's this long, but it's thicker than this!'" This made everyone burst into laughter.
Another woman talked about how her husband would go at it so hard, like he was doing heavy labor. She said if he thought it was too tiring, he shouldn't do it, and her husband actually stopped… I listened to her story with great excitement, and I hugged her, teasingly asking, "Does that make you itchy down there?"
My wife blushed and pouted, "Am I that horny?"
I persisted, touching her full, soft body, saying, "You little slut, I know you well enough. Are you wet? Tell me the truth!"
My wife nestled shyly in my arms, twisting her body… "It's a little wet..." she whispered softly.
Images of my wife's female colleagues flashed through my mind, each one giggling and chatting about men, their vaginas wet, their breasts high and white, their thighs full and white, their cunts overflowing with lustful fluid. I got excited, grabbed her pants, pressed her down, and said, "You little slut, I have to satisfy you, or you'll cheat on me!"
My wife moaned, "Mmm... this slut wants to eat your big cucumber..."
"Which mouth?"
My wife's thighs went limp, and she hugged me, moaning, "The mouth down there... I want to eat it... mmm... oh... so hard..."
"Keep it down... Mom and Dad aren't asleep yet..."
My wife giggled and breathed softly, "How can I get horny if I keep it down..."
We rolled around in the blankets, panting, our bodies comforting each other. I knelt on the bed, between my wife's open thighs, and slapped my thick penis against her plump, wet labia.
My penis was covered in her sticky, wet fluid. My wife's hair was disheveled, her face flushed with desire, and she moaned softly, "Husband...you're so amazing...ah...it feels so good..."
I said smugly, "You slut...today I'm going to fuck you until you wet the bed...make you horny!" I didn't care how loud I was, and thrust in again. I pumped hard in my wife's plump, wet cunt, while kissing and sucking on her nipples.
My wife trembled all over, clinging to me tightly. Her loose hair obscured her dazed eyes, and she writhed like a snake, moaning rapidly, "Ah...husband...you made me pee again...ah...you're fucking this woman to death..." Her plump, fleshy cunt spasmed, gripping my penis tightly. I could feel her juices surging beneath me, and I couldn't help but ejaculate...
We lay panting, embracing each other, limp on the messy bed. I patted my wife's shoulder and said, "How was it? Not bad, right?"
My wife said softly, "You've made my ass feel so soft...we were so loud just now, did Mom and Dad next door hear us?"
"So what if you heard that? Does that mean couples can't have sex? Maybe the old folks will get excited and have some too!"
My wife blushed and pinched me. "You pervert! Go to sleep..."
We became more and more relaxed in bed, and there were no more barriers. I revealed a bit of my cuckoldry complex. At first, my wife was very ashamed and angry, saying she would really make me wear a green hat one day. But later, she was very cooperative in bed. When we made love, I asked her if she wanted to be with someone else, and she cooperated by saying yes, which excited me greatly. She also found it very stimulating.
It was a cold winter night. My wife's bus was late, so she came home late. I was already in bed when she finished washing up, stripped naked, and crawled in, clinging to me like an octopus. One of her thighs was draped over me, her thick pubic hair rubbing against my leg. I turned my face to her and said, "What's wrong? You're wet again?"
My wife smiled shyly and hummed in response. I rolled over and pinned her down, saying, "Oh, you slut, this old man really can't satisfy you, huh?"
My wife moaned wantonly, "Old man... then please feed this little lady one more time..."
I deliberately didn't rush to penetrate her, instead touching and licking her until she was limp and panting, begging me. When I penetrated her, she moaned with pleasure like a bitch in heat, twisting her big ass to match my movements.
I then asked her if she wanted to be fucked by other men, and she moaned that she did, that she wanted it so badly. I asked again, "Who do you want to be fucked by?"
My wife twisted her hips and hugged me, moaning wildly, "I want to be fucked by your dad, your uncle, your relatives... by all the men in your family!"
These words stimulated me to the point of no return, and my penis seemed to grow even bigger. I excitedly said, "Then I'll fuck all the women in your family... fuck your mom, your sister, your sister-in-law..."
My wife gasped violently, "You pervert... fuck me! Oh... fuck all the women in my family... we'll take turns being fucked by your men! Fuck us until we pee... who's the best..."
Without thinking, I said, "Third Uncle... whose cunt is the fattest?"
My wife was completely confused, moaning wildly, "My mom..."
"Call me Third Uncle..."
"Third Uncle... fuck me..."
"And your mom..."
"Oh... my mom and I will take turns being fucked by you..."
At that moment, I went crazy. The stimulation was unprecedented. My wife's tacit cooperation brought me to the peak. I roared and ejaculated a thick stream of semen. My wife remained limp and panting for a long time. We looked at each other and laughed, both covered in sweat.
My wife touched my face softly and said, "Honey...you're such a pervert...but I like it..."
Chapter Thirteen In
the second year of our marriage, my wife became pregnant. This sudden news caught me off guard. I wasn't ready to be a father yet. So, apart from organizing the procurement and handling benefits for several major clients, my parents took care of everything at the wholesale department, and I focused on taking care of my pregnant wife.
Because of the pregnancy, I could no longer have unrestrained and passionate lovemaking with her. We were both incredibly pent up, and every time we were together, we would get so aroused that I would ejaculate between my wife's tightly closed thighs, while she would moan in agony, her juices flowing like a river.
That day, I slept until 9 a.m., and my wife and I both woke up. Looking at my wife's fair and plump body, I felt a burning desire and teased her by touching her thighs again.
Soon my wife was wet down there, panting softly as she nestled in my arms. She pulled my hand inside her panties, and amidst the soft pubic hair, I found her wet vulva. My middle finger nestled between her labia and rubbed it a few times. My wife went limp, panting heavily, and moaned in my ear, "Husband... I want..."
I knew I couldn't act impulsively, so I held her tightly and caressed her. My wife's other hand reached between my legs and grasped my erect penis, "Oh... so hard... Husband... you're so hard..." Her little hand kept rubbing my penis. Excited, I turned to the side and hugged her, placing my penis between her plump thighs. My buttocks arched back and forth, my penis rubbing against the tender flesh of her inner thighs and her wet vulva.
My wife, her face flushed, groaned loudly, "Oh...you bad boy...ah...I can't take it anymore...I can't stand it..." She tried to roll over and mount me, but I quickly pushed her away, saying, "What are you doing...we can't do it now!"
My wife, her breasts heaving and her face red, kicked me, "Then get out of here...don't seduce me like this..."
Helpless, I rolled out of bed, my erect penis dangling, and went to get a drink of water. As soon as I stepped outside, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa, which startled me. I quickly closed the bedroom door and whispered, "Mom, didn't you go to the shop?"
My mother's face was flushed, her full breasts heaving beneath her white blouse, her plump, smooth thighs pressed together beneath her skirt. She said softly, "I...I'll come back early to cook for you..." Her eyes darted nervously to my still-erect crotch.
I knew my mother must have noticed what my wife and I were doing. I was filled with shame, but seeing her like that also excited me. I walked over to her, my penis almost touching her face through my underwear. She turned her face away in embarrassment and whispered, "What are you doing...Xiao Hui..."
My pent-up desire was uncontrollable. I breathed heavily, thrusting my penis forward again. My mother reached out and pushed me away, "Xiao Hui...don't...um..."
Her hand landed between my legs, naturally grasping my penis. Her face flushed red, she tried to pull her hand away, but seemed reluctant. Her hand remained gently on my penis, feeling its strength. Her face was flushed, her breasts heaving, unable to look at me.
I took my mother's hand and put it inside her underwear: "Mom, see if it's hard!"
"Ouch...no..." My mother pulled her hand back as if she'd been electrocuted, stood up, and walked towards their bedroom. I followed her relentlessly, turning on the TV to let the sound through. Once
inside, I casually closed the bedroom door. I wrapped my arms around my mother's waist from behind. Her scent was familiar and soft; even at 49, she still stirred my heart. My mother closed her eyes and leaned against me, neither resisting nor speaking.
I reached around to her chest and unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time. My mother breathed heavily and murmured, "Xiao Hui...don't do this...what are you doing..."
I slowly pulled down my mother's white shirt from her shoulders, revealing her soft, full shoulders. Her white, smooth flesh was boneless, plump and silky, carrying my mother's fragrance. The two bra straps were slightly embedded in her flesh, making her look even more plump and tender.
I skillfully loosened the hooks on my mother's bra at the back, and the straps slipped off her shoulders.
"Mmm..." Mom let out a soft moan, her hands covering her chest in shame, trying to keep her bra from slipping down. She turned away from me, backing away and whispering, "Don't... Xiaohui... Xiaohong will hear... don't... um..."
I moved closer to Mom, pulling her into my arms and pressing my lips to hers. Mom immediately went limp in my arms, her soft, panting breaths writhing, her shy yet irresistible expression thrilling me. I greedily reached between Mom's thighs, gently rubbing her full, protruding vulva through her skirt. Mom let out a low moan, her entire voluptuous body going limp, her full, soft thighs tightly gripping my hand, her large buttocks heaving with rapid, panting breaths.
Filled with lust, I whispered in Mom's ear, "Mom... your pussy is so sensitive... how long has it been since we did it..."
Mom's face flushed crimson, filled with shame, her soft moans trembling with embarrassment.
I continued to rub and tease her: "Mom, your pussy is still the best, so plump and soft..."
Mom trembled and gasped, her whole body shaking. I picked her up and lifted her off the ground. Mom naturally wrapped her arms tightly around me, her thighs spread wide and wrapped around my waist, hanging on me. I held Mom's plump, white buttocks with both hands and slapped them twice.
Mom blushed and cried out, "Ouch!" I said excitedly, "Mom... your big white ass... is so alluring... just thinking about it makes my dick hard..." As I spoke, I started slapping her again.
My mother, utterly ashamed, gasped, "No...don't hit me...Mom can't take it anymore..."
I placed her on the bed, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her panties. She shamefully twisted her large buttocks, her two plump, white thighs intertwined. Her pubic hair, curly and messy, formed an inverted triangle covering her lower abdomen. I pressed down on her, kissing her mouth to mouth: "Mom...how long has it been since Dad...?"
My mother passionately hooked her arms around my shoulders, panting softly as she whispered in my ear, "Two months..."
I parted her large, white legs, rubbing my erect penis against her plump vulva, occasionally... I slapped my penis against her wet, thick labia, then thrust downwards, rubbing back and forth between her anus and buttocks. My mother quickly became wet with vaginal fluid, the strong, pungent scent filling the air. I said, "Mom, your scent is so strong... so stimulating..."
My mother twisted her body, her hands gripping my waist, her face flushed and softly moaning, "Hui... I've shown you my cunt... so... put it in..."
I didn't penetrate her, but instead lay on top of her, helping her brush the hair from her forehead, and gently said, "I haven't seen your cunt in so long... I want to see it..."
"What's so interesting... it's just those two fleshy mounds..."
"How slutty... Mom..."
"Oh..." My mother moaned shamefully, constantly thrusting her large buttocks, yearning for me: "Slutty... so incredibly slutty... so wet... I'll serve you two with my body..."
Excitedly, I slowly squeezed my penis into my mother's soft, slippery, plump cunt, slowly penetrating deeper, squeezing out the air from her cunt with a "pop" sound, like a fart. "Oh..." Mom let out a moan.
My penis was softly enveloped by Mom, feeling incredibly good. Excitedly, I reached for the photo on the bedside table. It was a family portrait of my parents and sister. In the photo, Dad looked blank and unsmiling, Mom smiled gently, and my sister looked shyly at the camera. I grinned mischievously.
I showed Mom the photo: "Mom... is older better or younger?"
Mom looked at the photo and closed her eyes in shame, slumping into me and moaning: "Hmm... younger is better...
strong... and robust... son... ah... Mom can't take it anymore..."
I began to thrust deeply again and again, my buttocks moving like a dog's, the pent-up desire raging freely on Mom's plump, white body. My mind went blank as I continued my frenzied thrusting, hissing in my mother's ear, "Mom... ah... I'll fuck you to death... see if you dare... I'll fuck you to death..."
My mother gripped my buttocks with both hands, thrusting harder in rhythm, panting and sobbing in a low voice, "Ouch... I won't... I won't... Mom won't... oh..." Her large, white buttocks suddenly thrust upwards, her soft, fleshy vagina gripping my penis and beginning to spasm...
"Stick out your tongue and let me kiss it..." I kept slapping my mother's white, plump thighs and large, fleshy buttocks.
My mother let out a soft "hmm," moaning rapidly, her soft, slippery tongue darting out and into my mouth, "Hmm... hmm... Hui... you're killing me..."
Chapter Fourteen
I sat silently in front of the computer, pondering. Some say time is like a thief, quietly slipping away, unknowingly taking away your youth and dreams. Yes, now, I don't know if I control my destiny or if fate is playing tricks on me. In my affluent life, I recklessly squander my passion, and I can no longer feel the joy of those difficult years.
Sometimes I'm exhausted, unsure what the future holds for me, only memories of the past remain, lingering in my heart—the most arduous, yet also the happiest. Like a whip lashing my skin, the excruciating pain brings a sense of cathartic release.
Some say they hope this memoir won't end tragically, but I truly don't know if such an outcome would be a tragedy or a triumph. Perhaps my writing is somewhat repressed. Because I feel life is inherently bitter; whether you're penniless or incredibly wealthy, there will always be places in life that make you sad and tearful. The only constant is that we are all moving closer to an end every day…
Hehe, if this feels a bit sad, let's end it with passion.
Let's rewind to that night many years ago, the day after my mother and I installed the air conditioner. When we set up our stall, we sat side by side on the back of the tricycle. I was excited, and my mother was shy beside me. I felt like she was my wife. Just last night, my penis entered her long-awaited vagina, letting her experience the joy of being a woman.
When no one was around, I quietly took my mother's hand from behind the tricycle. My mother looked around shyly, trying to pull away, and whispered, "Xiao Hui... someone will see us!"
The day had never felt so long, and I had never longed for nightfall so much. As we packed up, I sang a little tune. My mother looked at me and smiled happily. I said, "Mom, get on the tricycle, the speedster is heading home!"
I helped my mother onto the tricycle, and as we got in, I deliberately pinched her plump, round bottom. My mother blushed and sat upright in the tricycle. I grinned and put my hand on her thigh: "Mom, straighten your skirt, don't let anyone see our things!"
My mother blushed and said, "Silly boy... hurry up and go..."
That night, before my mother had even taken off her clothes, I couldn't wait to rush over and hug her tightly. My mother blushed deeply and pushed me away, telling me to go sleep elsewhere. Having already tasted my mother's enchanting beauty, how could I give up? I clung to my mother until she said she was going to take a shower, and only then did I let go.
When my mother came out of the shower, her hair was flowing down her shoulders, and her full, alluring body was clearly visible under her thin nightgown. Her fair thighs were exposed, soft and plump, a sexy and alluring sight. She came over smelling sweet fragrance and told me to go take a shower. I quickly rinsed off in the bathroom and saw my mother's underwear soaking in the basin. My penis got hard with excitement.
I went into the room with my penis still erect. My mother was sitting on the bed. When she saw me, she blushed and turned around, crawling into the mosquito net and lying down, ignoring me. I climbed into the mosquito net and lay down next to my mother on the mat. I smelled her alluring scent and said, "Mom, you smell so good!"
My mother looked at me sweetly, turned around, and said softly, "Does it smell good?"
"It smells good...it smells so good!"
I leaned in to kiss my mother, but she shyly blocked me with her hand: "You little rascal, what are you trying to do?"
I removed her hand: "Kiss your mother."
"Don't let me kiss you...mmm..."
I ignored my mother's objection and pressed my lips to hers. Ah, my mother's lips were soft, smooth, and fragrant.
I pried open my mother's lips with the tip of my tongue. My mother, blushing, slightly peeked out her fragrant tongue. I felt like I had struck gold, greedily sucking and savoring my mother's charming allure. My mother blushed and closed her eyes, shyly offering her soft, fragrant kiss to her son. How many men in this world can taste the sweetness of a mother's kiss?
I excitedly embraced my mother, pulling her full, plump breasts into my arms, savoring their fullness and fertility. My hand slipped under the hem of my mother's clothes, touching her smooth, soft skin. Ah, it was so smooth and slippery. My mother breathed shyly and grabbed my hand: "Mmm...don't..."
How could I give up? While kissing my mother, I unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her pair of snow-white breasts, trembling and erect. My mother let out a soft moan and crossed her arms over her chest. How could those slender hands cover those full, high breasts?
I pulled my mother's hands away, buried my head in her mouth, and took her rosy, erect nipple into my mouth, gently sucking.
My mother trembled and moaned, "Oh... Xiaohui... ah..." She held my head in her hands, her entire voluptuous body writhing shyly.
My hands weren't idle; I trembled as I pulled down my mother's elasticated pajama bottoms. My mother gripped the belt tightly, shaking her head and whimpering, "No... Hui..."
Why was my mother, who was so alluring last night, so shy? Was she doing it on purpose, or had I failed to arouse her desire? I couldn't care less; I forcefully pulled down my mother's underwear as well.
My mother moaned softly and shyly, her hands covering the dark, lush forest between her thighs. Her full, white legs were pressed together. I pressed myself against her again, my erect penis pressing against her hands covering her thighs. My mother shyly grasped my penis with one hand, involuntarily letting out a sigh of admiration. Her other hand hooked around my neck, her soft breaths whimpering: "You little rascal... you're bullying Mommy..."
I silenced her with a kiss, savoring her fragrant tongue. My penis throbbed in her hand, unable to find an entrance, only bumping against her thick pubic hair: "Mom... you have so much hair..."
My mother moaned shyly, pinching my penis hard with her hand: "You little rascal... is it good or bad..."
"Yes! Mom, I like it... Mom, let me in..."
My mother closed her eyes shyly, her hand guiding my penis slowly to a slippery, soft spot, wet and sticky. She let out a soft "hmm," hinting at me.
I thrust my hips forward, and my penis was immediately submerged in my mother's shy, intoxicating, and wildly lustful cunt. My mother arched her neck and let out a loud, sweet moan: "Ah..."
God, my penis felt soft, smooth, and so comfortable inside my mother's cunt. No wonder Uncle was so rough with my mother; it turns out, she truly brought me to ecstasy in bed!
Our genitals were joined, and I thrust deeper and deeper. My mother's face was flushed, and she let out intoxicating moans. Her voice was filled with the pleasure of rain after a long drought, carrying the shyness of a mature wife and mother. Her shy cunt, like plump flower petals, gradually bloomed under my caress; she needed the comfort of masculine strength.
Father had been gone for too long, and that familiar penis filled Mother with unbearable longing. Countless lonely nights, Mother would stand alone, her full, smooth thighs pressed together, her slender hands caressing her breasts, her face flushed with a rosy glow as she recalled her intimacy with her husband. Her ripe, full body was filled with desire; the vagina of a woman who had given birth to two children would involuntarily gush with desire. Her legs would clamp together, filled with unbearable passion, and she would sigh plaintively, secretly and shyly reaching her hand between her plump thighs…
until Uncle appeared. His evil power rendered Mother powerless to resist, like a wolf eyeing her mature, full body, drooling with lust. On that day, this wicked beast finally possessed the beautiful and kind Mother. With his savage attack, he tore apart Mother's shame.
Desperate, the mother was possessed by this man. For the first time, her full, snow-white body was exposed to a man other than her husband by this scoundrel. Her long-lonely, plump vulva also felt the virility of another man for the first time—a savage, forceful, yet more powerful, conquering force.
The mother was ashamed to discover that her pure and beautiful body was gradually crumbling under this barbaric assault. The young man, ten years her junior, was conquering her vulva step by step with his large penis. Ashamed, the mother chose to submit, opening her mature vulva more freely than when welcoming her husband. An unprecedented orgasm left the kind and beautiful mother weak and limp, letting out soft moans…
Today, she was held in her son's arms, and shamefully, she allowed him to open the forbidden door that had been closed in her heart for so long. She softly spread her thighs, taking her son's young, hot penis into her vulva. A feeling of utter conquest by a man overwhelmed her with shame; her dignity as a mother was shattered. Only shy moans and writhing remained, her plump vulva blooming, allowing her son's penis to thrust into her flower again and again, her vulva flowing with sweet nectar for her son…
Having been with three men, Mom was ashamed to discover that men could evoke such different feelings in women. In the world of lust, the pleasure of being conquered by a man was unparalleled.
With each thrust, Mom would moan softly, her body writhing shyly, completely intoxicated by my penetration. Her plump vagina, like a gaping mouth, greedily gripped my penis, unwilling to let me leave. Her juices flowed, soaking her buttocks. She didn't care anymore; tonight, this bed belonged to just the two of them, mother and son. Mom wanted to fully enjoy the pleasure my penis brought her… as if she had a new husband.
As I thrust, the wet sounds of my penis overflowed. I gasped, "Mom… your juices are so plentiful…"
Mom kissed my lips shyly, "You bad boy… don't embarrass me like this…"
Mom hooked her arm around my shoulder, gazing tenderly at my sweaty body, moaning intoxicatedly, "Xiao Hui…
ah… it's so deep… so deep…"
Encouraged, I increased my thrusts. Just like my third uncle, having sex with my beautiful mother, who shyly arched her plump buttocks to receive me, moaning urgently, "Xiao Hui... Mom can't live without you... I can never live without you again..."
Heh, let's end it here. In the world of love and passion, our greed has no end.
[The End]

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