Husband dies, son follows.

The widow had an only son, now a senior in high school. He was not only an excellent student but also renowned for his filial piety; whenever he had free time, he would help his mother with farm work. This Friday, the widow was chatting and basking in the sun with a group of neighbors on a long stone bench at the village entrance. Seeing her son returning from school, she told them she was going home to supervise his studies and turned to go home. The neighbors watched her leave, saying enviously that the widow was lucky, and her son was promising; he would surely bring honor to their family. In the widow's study, the doors and windows were tightly shut, and the curtains were drawn. Faintly, intermittent cries of "No...no...let me go!" could be heard. Inside, the widow's trousers were pulled down to her knees. She was leaning against the desk, her large, white buttocks exposed, as her son wantonly raped her from behind. Although she was saying "no," she showed no intention of stopping him. I was fucking my mother's cunt from behind, my hands not idle either. One hand cradled her swollen belly, while the other cupped one of her large, sagging breasts, kneading it with abandon. Suddenly, I pulled my enormous penis out of her cunt, the dark glans still dripping with fluid, and quickly moved it to her anus. Lubricated by her vaginal fluids, I thrust it into her asshole. After only a few thrusts, with a satisfied groan, I finally ejaculated profusely into her rectum. The widow also climaxed with her son's ejaculation; her body convulsed, and her old cunt gushed forth a torrent of vaginal fluid. After her orgasm, my mother's legs went weak, and I quickly caught her to prevent her from falling. After a while, Mom finally regained her strength, broke free from my hands that were supporting her, and pretended to be angry, saying, "You little devil, look what you've done! Having sex with someone in broad daylight, aren't you afraid of being heard by outsiders!" I smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm sorry, Mom, I won't do it again." "You little devil, I just can't do anything with you." Mom said, then gently poked my forehead with her index finger, and contentedly went to clean the semen from her anus. Actually, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. The year I graduated from junior high school, I went to help Mom with farm work in the melon field. The weather was hot, and Mom was dressed very lightly, and the unique scent of sweat from her body, typical of middle-aged women, lingered in my nostrils. I've always had a deep Oedipus complex, and that day, perhaps because I was a little dizzy from the sun, I actually pounced on Mom and tried to rape her. Mom struggled desperately and finally pushed me away. She got up and ran into the melon shed next to the melon field, and I followed her in. The melon shed was an ordinary brick house with tiled roof. For months before the melons ripened, my mother would check on them every night. The house was fully equipped with all the necessities for daily life. When I entered the shed, I saw my mother sitting on the bed, a kitchen knife pressed against her neck. This scene startled me awake. I knelt before her with a thud, crying out in remorse, "Mom, please don't do this! I was out of my mind just now. I don't know how I could do such a thing. Put down the knife, hit me instead!" Seeing my reaction, my mother put down the knife. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Son, were you possessed by something? You scared me to death!" She then hugged me tightly and we both cried. After a while, I looked up and solemnly confessed my long-held love for her, explaining that I had seemed to lose consciousness and acted purely on instinct. And that was indeed the case. Hearing this, my mother blushed. She hadn't expected that at her age, her son would still love her so deeply. She pondered for a moment, then said to me, "My son, I'm deeply moved by your love, but we are mother and son after all. If you had really slept with me just now, I would have no face to live with." "Mom, I know, I will bury my love for you deep in my heart from now on," I said, lowering my head in anguish. "Sigh, that's not a solution. You still love me in your heart, can you guarantee you won't lose your mind like you did today?" "This..." I was speechless. What happened today wasn't my intention, how could I guarantee I wouldn't lose my mind like I did today? "Mom, do you have any good ideas?" "I do have an idea, but it's a little hard to say." "Mom, please tell me, I'm all ears." Mom hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke, "In our village, there used to be a tradition of husbands following their sons after their husbands' deaths. According to the tradition, you can marry me and make me your woman." "Okay, Mom, then I'll marry you and make you my woman!" I blurted out. "But this tradition is only passed down orally among the elders, and it hasn't been followed for hundreds of years," Mom said with a worried expression. “If no one had followed this tradition for hundreds of years, it certainly wouldn’t have survived. Many people must be secretly observing it, just not wanting outsiders to know.” My mother thought about it and agreed with me, saying, “But I’m more than twenty years older than you, and in the future…” “Mom, don’t say anymore,” I interrupted her decisively, “Now that I know about this tradition, I swear I will marry no one but you in this life! Marrying you would be the greatest blessing I’ve accumulated over several lifetimes.” “Oh, you little devil, you’re trying to kill your mother!” “Mom, my dear mother, I love you to death,” I whispered in her ear, “I’ll fuck you to death.” My mother blushed, turned away, quickly composed herself, and then turned back to me, saying, “Since that’s the case, let me tell you the detailed rules of this tradition. If you can accept them, then… I’ll give in to you.” So my mother explained in detail the tradition in our village of a man obeying his son after death. In ancient times, due to years of war, countless young men died in battle, leaving many young women widows. Widows were expected to remain chaste for their deceased husbands for life. Many sons of widows, unable to bear seeing their mothers die alone at such a young age, adopted this tradition to fulfill their filial duty. The tradition stipulated that once a son reached adulthood, he could marry his widowed mother through a series of simple ceremonies. The chosen bridal chamber would then become their love nest. Within this love nest, mother and son were husband and wife; outside, they remained mother and son. The mother's status was equivalent to that of the son's legal wife; if the son later married another, she would have to become his concubine. A son who refused to marry his widowed mother was considered unfilial. A widowed mother who refused to marry her son was seen as denying him the opportunity to fulfill his filial duty and lacking in wifely virtue. After hearing my mother's introduction, I couldn't wait to say, "Good mother, I didn't know there was such a wonderful thing in the world. Shall we go home and have our wedding ceremony? Your son can't wait to show his filial piety to you!" I deliberately emphasized the words "show his filial piety," which made my mother blush again. "Son, don't be so impatient. Mom has three things to tell you!" "Mom, please tell me quickly! I'll agree to anything, even a thousand or ten thousand things!" Mom smiled and said, "There aren't that many things, three will do. First, times have changed. In the past, men had three wives and four concubines, but now it's monogamy. If you marry me, you can't have affairs with other women!" "No problem, Mom, I've already decided that I'll marry no one but you." "Second, although the law allows me to carry on your family line, modern medicine has proven that offspring from inbreeding are more likely to have defects. I don't want that to happen, so you have to be careful about contraception. You can't get me pregnant. Are you okay with that?" "Yes, Mom, I will be careful!" "Sigh, actually, I have no choice. Whether you marry another woman or I get pregnant by you, our shameful affair will be exposed. I'm old enough not to care about my reputation, but you won't be able to face anyone in the village." "Mom, you're so good! What's the third thing?" "Well, the third thing is, if we have a wedding ceremony at home, there will inevitably be eavesdroppers. There are many gossipy people in the village, and many like to spread rumors. Our little secret might get discovered. I think this melon shed is far from the village, and no one ever comes to visit. How about we choose this place for our wedding night? What do you think?" "Great, Mom! You're so thoughtful!" "Since Mom chose the place, then you choose a good day!" "Mom, I can't wait! Can we have our wedding ceremony today?" "You, alright, alright, since you said you could choose the day, then Mom will go along with it. But today is my fertile period, so you can't ejaculate inside me tonight." I asked curiously, "Mom, what is menstruation?" Mom couldn't help but smile at my question. Yes, the child is still too young. It seems there are many things she, as a mother, needs to teach her little husband. So, Mom spent an hour giving me a crash course in women's health and hygiene, demonstrating what it's all about. After finishing her lesson, Mom said, "Alright, tonight is our wedding night, and time is tight. I need to decorate the bridal chamber properly. You go home first and come back after dark." I wanted to help Mom prepare, but she pushed me out of the room, saying that later...She was going to surprise me. When I got home, time seemed to crawl by. Finally, evening arrived, and I eagerly went out. Outside the melon shed, a sliver of light peeked through the curtains. I tried to open the door, but it was locked from the inside. I knocked. "Mom, I'm here! Open the door!" "Did you come alone?" My mother's voice held a hint of surprise. "Just me!" "The key is hidden in the doorframe. Open the door and come in." I opened the door and went inside. On the bedside table were two red candles. In the dim candlelight, my mother sat on the edge of the bed, her head covered by a red veil. She wore only a red undergarment, barely concealing her sagging breasts and bloated belly. Embroidered on the undergarment were a pair of lifelike mandarin ducks. Her two thick, fair legs were slightly parted, and her private area was perfectly smooth and hairless. I had vaguely seen the thick black forest between her legs during the day; it had clearly been carefully trimmed. I rushed over to lift my mother's red veil, but she quickly stopped me. "Son, don't be so hasty. Tonight, I'm yours. Lock the door first." After locking the door, I turned around and sat down next to my mother. I put one arm around her thick waist and reached down to touch her alluring old vulva. "Mom, you're so charming!" "My little rascal, I'm glad you like it." "My beauty, let's have our wedding ceremony now. I want you to be my woman as soon as possible!" "Wait a little longer. The mother-son wedding ceremony is a complete ritual. In a moment, we'll do it like this..." Following my mother's instructions, I took off my clothes and knelt on the bed with her. We bowed to heaven and earth facing the window, then turned around and knelt facing each other. I then knelt to my mother, which is called bowing to the parents. Next, we bowed to each other as husband and wife. After a simple ceremony, Mom finally let me lift her veil. I was surprised to see that she was wearing makeup, which made her already beautiful face even more alluring. My already erect penis kept nodding at her. "Mom, shouldn't we go to the bridal chamber?" Mom blushed deeply. "My little rascal, from now on, this melon shed is our marital home. In this room, you have to call me 'Mom' and 'Wife.' Calling me 'Mom' now makes it seem like incest." "But Mom, you're both my biological mother and my good wife. I feel that calling you 'Mom' is more intimate than calling you 'Wife.'" Mom thought for a moment before saying, "How about this? I'm older than you, so you can call me 'Sister.' Sister is your good wife and your dear sister, my sweet sister. You can taste my lips, rest your head on my arm, and fuck my pussy... anytime." "Good sister!" I kissed Mom hard on the cheek. "Okay!" Mom happily agreed, "Good little brother, now it's time to drink the nuptial wine!" "Okay, Mom, oh no, sister, I've never drunk alcohol before, I won't get drunk." Mom blushed, "You won't get drunk, because... it's not real alcohol, but... Mom's urine. This is also a rule of tradition where the husband dies and the son follows. I'm sorry I didn't tell you yesterday, but it's just a small sip, just a formality." As she spoke, Mom looked at me pitifully, "You won't mind, will you?" "I thought it was something difficult, no problem!" Mom was very happy to hear this, and took the wine glass from the table and squatted down at the chamber pot in the corner to urinate, but I pulled Mom up, "Sister, just urinate directly into your little brother's mouth, I won't mind anything from your body!" Mom was unwilling at first, but after my repeated insistence, Mom finally listened to me. I lay on the bed, Mom squatted on my face, her cunt aimed at my mouth, and after a while, with a soft "hoarse" from Mom, a trickle of urine flowed directly into my mouth. Mom was afraid I'd choke, so she deliberately peed very slowly, but I drank it with relish. The salty, astringent urine, warmed by Mom's body heat, felt wonderful as I drank it. After I finished, Mom quickly got up and licked the urine splattered on my face. I vaguely heard Mom sobbing. I cupped Mom's face in my hands. "Honey, why are you crying?" "Good son, you've touched Mom so much! Does your stomach hurt? If you feel uncomfortable, just throw up!" "It's okay, Mom, I've never felt so good. Look at my penis, isn't it bigger than before?" Mom rubbed her eyes and looked closely. Sure enough, her son's penis, which had been as thick as her arm, was now noticeably thicker, and the large glans was a purplish-red and shiny! Mom was taken aback and blurted out, "My God, the legend is true!" "What legend?" "The legend says that a mother's urine is the best aphrodisiac for her son, which is why there's this traditional ritual of drinking from the same cup. After all, the tradition is so old; I thought the efficacy of this ritual was just a myth." Actually, Mom didn't say something else: the legend says that a mother's urine isn't just an aphrodisiac for making her son more virile, but also a sacred urine that will make him addicted. From then on, even if the son's heart changes, he'll probably never be able to leave his mother. "Good brother, do you know what to do after drinking from the same cup?" "Yes, my good sister, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." As I spoke, my hand climbed up Mom's thigh again, gently stroking her vulva along the inside. "My little rascal, it's not just about fucking. While I can't give you a perfect body, there's a place where you can experience deflowering!" "Good sister, what do you mean by deflowering?" Mom shook her head helplessly. "Let me put it this way, son, has your big thing ever fucked other women before?" Seeing me shake my head in denial, Mom continued, "Your first time was with me, so it's like I deflowered you. You were born from my vagina, so I can't wait for you to deflower me, but my anus has never been touched by a man. In a little while, I'll give you my first time with my anus, so you can deflower it." I was dumbfounded. "Mom, no, sister, you can fuck an anus?" "Son, do you think my anus isn't clean? Don't worry, I already relieved myself during the day and washed it thoroughly with soapy water!" "I don't think it's unclean, it's just that your anus is so small, won't it hurt you!?" "Don't worry, my dear little brother, it might hurt a little the first time, but it won't hurt anymore once you've broken through. I'll endure anything for your sister. Besides, deflowering is part of the traditional ritual." In the end, Mom convinced me. Mom poured some sesame oil into her anus, then let me fuck her anus from behind. My glans pressed against Mom's anus and tried for a long time but couldn't penetrate. Helpless, Mom made me lie on the bed, spat a big mouthful of saliva on my erect penis, and then licked the saliva with her little tongue. Then she got up, straddled me, straightened my penis, aimed it at her anus, and slowly sat down. With the double lubrication of Mom's saliva and sesame oil, my penis slowly slid into Mom's anus. Mom's eyes welled up with tears from the pain, but she still endured it without making a sound. She just sat on my penis for a while before moving up and down. My mother's anus was particularly tight and small, and her intestines would often spasm and churn uncontrollably. It was the first time I had sex with a woman, and it was my own mother's anus, so I quickly ejaculated. "Good son, does it feel good to fuck your sister's anus?" My mother stood up from me, taking off her bodice to clean the semen from her anus while asking me. "So comfortable, so comfortable!" "Good little brother, you'll know how good your sister's asshole is in a few days! When your period comes in a few days, you'll have to rely on it to relieve your heat." "Mom, what's the next ritual?" "The ritual has been successfully completed. Mom is yours from now on, so you have to be responsible for Mom!" "Mom, you're mine now, and I'll be responsible for you for life!" Mom smiled mischievously, unfolding the bib she had just used to wipe her crotch. Besides the white semen and pale yellow filth, there was also a trace of bright red blood, staining the white feathers of the pair of mandarin ducks red. "Look! You deflowered Mom, Mom is so happy. Mom will treasure this bib for life." "Good Mom, you said it didn't hurt, but you're bleeding!" "Mom didn't expect your penis to be so big. This time you've opened up Mom's asshole, so it won't hurt when I fuck you again!" "Really?" "Really! Okay, my good boy, come and fuck Mom, you can fuck me as many times as you want tonight!" "Coming!" My mother let me push her down on the bed, obediently spreading her legs and letting my large penis penetrate her old cunt. This time, I fucked her for a full half hour before ejaculating. At the very last moment, I pulled my penis out of my mother's cunt, and large spurts of semen shot onto her belly. I rolled over and rested my head on my mother's fragrant shoulder. My mother kissed me and praised, "Good son, well done. Tell your sister, how did it come out of Mommy's cunt before you ejaculated?" "Didn't my sister tell me to be careful to avoid...""Are you pregnant? I almost ejaculated inside you at the last moment!" "Sister will teach you a trick. Next time you feel like you're about to ejaculate, just put it in Mom's ass. That way you won't have to struggle like before." "Okay sister, let's try it quickly." Mom was a little surprised, "You got an erection again so quickly, you're a young man after all!" "Sister, lie down quickly, your son is about to come!" "Wait a minute, good son," Mom turned around and knelt on the bed, "This time, fuck me from behind, and when you're about to ejaculate, put it in my ass!" This time, I followed Mom's instructions. I fucked Mom's vagina for a while first, and when I felt like I was about to ejaculate, I put it in her ass and sped up, ejaculating into Mom's intestines. "After ejaculating three times, I felt like all my strength had been drained. I lay on top of Mom, sucking on her big breasts while recovering my strength." Mom stroked my back and asked softly, "Baby, you've done it three times already, Mom's a little tired, let's go to sleep." "Mom, I haven't fucked you enough yet." "We'll have plenty of good days ahead!" "But sister, didn't you say you'd let me fuck you as many times as I wanted tonight?" "Sigh, I just can't do anything with you. How about this, I'll go pee first, and when I come back I'll lick you with my mouth, see if it can get bigger." "Sister, don't pee outside, pee in my mouth, I want to drink your pee!" "No, I'll blush!" "Sister, have you forgotten? I drank your pee earlier and my dick got bigger, maybe it'll work again this time!" Mom thought for a moment and said, "Well... how about this, I'll pee in a bowl, you drink a few sips and try, if it doesn't work, don't drink it." So Mom took a bowl, squatted down and put the bowl under her butt, and filled the bowl with pee. Mom picked up a bowl full of urine, blew on it to remove the foam, took a sip herself, and then fed it to me mouth-to-mouth. Mom's urine worked quickly; after one sip, I instantly became erect, and Mom exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!" Putting down the bowl, Mom taught me a new position. She lay on her side, raised one leg, and let me fuck her from the side. Inserting from the side allowed for deeper penetration. This time, I fucked Mom for a full hour, and she experienced multiple orgasms, even fainting at one point. I was terrified and shook her body vigorously. After a while, Mom slowly woke up, blushing as she said, "Mom's okay, it's just that I haven't felt this good in a long time, I got a little too excited! If Mom feels like this again, don't worry, just keep fucking me." Finally, when I ejaculated into Mom's anus, she had another orgasm and fainted from excitement. I picked up the bowl on the table and drank a large mouthful of her piss, feeling the energy from the urine slowly work on my penis, causing it to become erect again. Then I turned my mother over, her back facing up, put a pillow under her stomach to slightly raise her buttocks, and then thrust directly into her cunt. After my fifth ejaculation, my mother and I were both exhausted and fell into a deep sleep, embracing each other. The next morning, my mother got up to pee, and I pulled her to drink her morning urine. After drinking it, I asked my mother for sex. My mother said that her cunt and anus were swollen from my fucking the day before, so she sucked it out with her mouth and then used her breasts to give me a second round of milk spray. The second milk spray even hit my mother's face. From then on, my mother accompanied me to the melon shed every day to fuck her. Outsiders only thought I was filial, helping my mother with farm work every day. In fact, I was even more filial than they thought. I not only did farm work, but I also fucked my mother. Before I knew it, it was time for school to start again. I had to go to high school in town, live in the school dormitory, and only go home on weekends. Having just tasted the pleasures of a woman, I couldn't resist the loneliness at school and hooked up with a middle-aged prostitute near the school. This old bitch wasn't much younger than my mother, with the same large breasts and hips, only her skin was slightly darker. Officially, she ran a hair salon near the school, but with a referral from a regular customer, you could try her special services. The first time, a classmate took me there. In a small, dark room behind the hair salon, I treated her like a substitute for my mother, fucking her while calling her "Mom," for a full hour, until the old bitch had multiple orgasms. Afterwards, she insisted on recognizing me as her godson and making me call her godmother. I just pretended and called her "godmother," and she agreed with a satisfied tone, saying she didn't have any children, and if she did, they would be about my age by now. I offered her money, but she resolutely refused, saying I could stay the night at her place. That night, I had sex with her twice more. She didn't make me use a condom, saying she was born unable to have children and that I could have sex with her without a condom whenever I came to see her again. But how could I afford to patronize her business so often with my meager allowance? Two weeks later, the old bitch actually came to my school. She introduced herself to the teacher as my mother, saying she had family matters to attend to and needed to ask for a day off. You can imagine how shocked I was when I saw her in the teacher's office. So, she led me, dumbfounded, to her shop. In that small, dark room, she undressed while complaining that I hadn't come to see her for so long, wondering if I had been unfaithful. I stammered that I didn't have enough living expenses, but she cried and said, "Son, ever since I met you that day, I've loved you from the bottom of my heart. Although you call me godmother, I love you like my own son. Do you think my status is too low, or that my body is unclean? You probably don't know, but I've been working as a prostitute here ever since my divorce over ten years ago. And you're the first person to have sex with me without a condom all these years." "Mom, I misunderstood you." I knew that at this moment, no amount of comforting words would be as effective as actions. I gently pushed my godmother down, and she obediently spread her legs, instantly filling the small room with a spring-like atmosphere. Later, I moved out of the dormitory and lived with my godmother. She changed to only seeing clients during the day, because the nights were reserved for her son! Except for the fact that she had hemorrhoids and couldn't do it, my godmother gave me her body without reservation. I even tried drinking my godmother's urine, but the taste was similar to my mother's, but it didn't taste good at all, and it didn't have any effect. My godmother, being a seasoned womanizer, quickly discovered my secret with my biological mother. However, she wasn't jealous at all and even taught me many sexual techniques to serve my mother at home. Before Thursday, my godmother wouldn't let me have sex with her anymore, because she needed to conserve her energy for Friday. Every Friday when I got home, I couldn't wait to drag my mother to the melon shed to mate, but she was still very reserved. She was afraid the villagers would discover our secret, so she would always pretend to wait for me at home, then help me with my homework, and only after dinner would she leisurely take me to the melon shed, ostensibly to look at the melons. As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I couldn't stand this constant manipulation. Later, my godmother gave me an idea. She said, “Son, your mother doesn’t make love with you at home because she’s afraid you’ll make too much noise and get discovered. Just keep the doors, windows, and curtains closed, creating a safe environment for her, and you can do whatever you want to her.” “But my mother said that we’re only husband and wife in the melon shed; otherwise, we’re just mother and son!” “Silly child, you’re inflexible. Your mother is afraid of being discovered, so she won’t struggle desperately. You can easily succeed. Besides, your mother has given you her body; why would she care about being raped? She won’t be angry about it!” So I went home and tried what my godmother said. Sure enough, although my mother verbally disagreed, she never blamed me for raping her at home. Later, every time I came home, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and the curtains were drawn. As soon as I entered the room, my mother followed me in, locked the door, and then half-heartedly allowed me to rape her. She didn’t violate traditional rules; the woman moaning beneath her son at that moment wasn’t his wife, but simply a pitiful mother. My mother and I could only use withdrawal as a method of contraception, but it wasn't 100% effective. During my three years of high school, my mother would secretly go to the town's big hospital two or three times a year for abortions. My godmother urged me to take my mother to get a tubal ligation, but my mother refused. Deep down, she still had a small wish: to carry on the family line through my child. Under pressure from my mother and godmother during those three years of high school, I had no energy to study and only managed to graduate. I returned to my hometown dejectedly. My mother didn't care; she had originally wanted me to return home to farm after graduating high school. My godmother would occasionally come to the village to see me, always calling me only after she had driven there. Whenever I had time, I would go to see her. A few times we had sex in her car, but most of the time it was in the woods. She especially liked to hug a tree in the wild and let me fuck her from behind; she said it was very exciting. After three years of sexual intimacy with my mother, her conservative mindset gradually loosened. Occasionally, she would actively seek new opportunities for excitement. One night, while I was sleeping at home, she suddenly wanted to go to the melon shed in the middle of the night. I knew she wanted it, so I got dressed and followed her out the door. But when we reached the village entrance, she sat down on the large millstone, saying she needed to rest and refused to go any further. I looked around; the large locust tree beside the millstone cast a dark shadow over the area, making it impossible for anyone passing by to see clearly in the dead of night.So, I mustered my courage and stripped my mother naked, then raped her right there on the millstone. She was incredibly excited that time, even squirting and urinating all over the millstone. We picked up her clothes, put them on, and tiptoed away. Unfortunately, our happiness was short-lived. One time, I dragged her into a cornfield and raped her, only to be caught by some children playing there. The next day, the villagers looked at us differently. My mother knew she couldn't stay in the village anymore, but she had nowhere else to go. She had no other skills besides growing melons. As her husband, how could I bear to see her suffer? So I took her to town to stay with my godmother. I finally explained my relationship with her to my mother. My godmother knelt down and kowtowed to her, saying she truly loved me and was willing to be my concubine. She also said she couldn't have children, but if my mother gave birth to my child, she would tell everyone it was ours. My mother, being dependent on my godmother, couldn't refuse, and her godmother's final words about the child resonated deeply with her. She finally agreed. From then on, my mother and I lived in the small room behind my godmother's hair salon. My godmother and mother were like sisters. Although I had broken all the rules we had agreed upon, my mother didn't blame me; instead, she loved me even more. My godmother, having lost her place to entertain clients, could only do so in the front shop. Every time we heard her pull down the shutter, my mother and I knew she had customers. My mother and I loved hiding in the back room and watching her entertain clients on the closed-circuit television. Watching her being fucked gave me an indescribable pleasure. My mother enjoyed watching because she knew I would get especially excited during these times, roughly stripping her clothes and raping her wildly. After a while, my mother discussed something with me. She wanted to take over for my godmother during her period; she didn't want to be supported by her godmother. Since my mother brought it up herself, it would be unfair to my godmother if I refused. The first time my mother worked as a prostitute, my godmother and I watched in the small room as she clumsily put a condom on a customer who looked like a student. I couldn't help but get an erection, but my godmother was menstruating, and I couldn't have anal sex, so I had to hold back. Knowing I was suffering, my godmother took off all her clothes, wearing only underwear with a sanitary napkin, and sat next to me, saying she could use her breasts or mouth to help me relieve my urges. When my mother spread her labia and the customer penetrated her, I couldn't hold back any longer. Just like when I raped my own mother, I roughly tore off my godmother's underwear, not caring if she was bleeding, and had sex with her. Afterwards, the sheets were stained with blood. My godmother comforted me, saying, "Son, it's okay, just keep going, Mom can take it." Both my mother and godmother always required customers to wear condoms, but they would only have unprotected sex with me. Even if they didn't ask, the customers would take them, not out of a sense of obligation, but because both mothers were quite old, and the health of prostitutes at that age is generally a concern. Another year passed in the blink of an eye, and our lives changed drastically that year. My mother became pregnant with my child again. To ensure the child had a normal birth, my godmother and I got married. My mother, as my godmother—my nominal legal wife—went to the hospital. Ten months later, a healthy baby girl was born! With a child, neither mother wanted to continue working in the sex industry. We moved to a small, unfamiliar village in the north, bought a large house, and from then on, the four of us lived a happy and secluded life. [The End]

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