Mom, love me again.

Mom, love me again! (1-4 complete) "Only mothers are good in the world, children with mothers are like treasures, nestled in mothers' arms, happiness is endless..." The computer on the small square table by the bed, like a human body after a car accident, though broken into pieces, still stubbornly played this song, "Only Mothers are Good in the World," which I had listened to for over ten years... (I) The first time I heard this song was with my mother. At that time, we were still living in a small mountain village called Dongjia'ao. My father was still alive. The Liu family in the upper village had many brothers. They went out to work and earned money. When they celebrated their mother's birthday, they even invited the county cinema to show a movie. As a result, the men, women, and children of both villages cried their eyes out. The Liu brothers were so angry that they tore the screen to pieces, but at least we were able to watch it all, and we remembered this song. After watching the movie, my mother insisted on holding me tightly in her arms. Even when sleeping, she wouldn't let me climb up to the attic alone to keep company with the mice. Although Dad vehemently refused to let me sleep in the red-lacquered canopy bed that my mother-in-law had given me for their wedding, Mom insisted, and I finally returned to this haven of comfort I hadn't experienced for six years. Actually, I don't usually wet the bed at night, but whether it was from excitement or something else, I woke up in the middle of the night. What I saw there made me blush even more than any rape scene in a movie. Mom was sitting on Dad, moving back and forth rapidly like she was grinding beans. I never knew Mom's skin was so white. Moonlight streamed through the window, like a bucket of milk spilled on her, all of it falling onto her two breasts, which looked like ripe melons. How disgusting! Before I could even make out the shape of her brown nipples, my father's rough, dark hands grabbed one of her breasts in each hand and gripped it tightly. Wait a minute! Did he think he was kneading mud to make bricks? My father was actually rubbing and kneading my mother's delicate breasts hard, one in each hand. "Ugh, ugh..." My mother seemed to be in pain, and she groaned, sounding like I was struggling to poop. My father, still concerned for my mother, immediately moved his hands, which had been pinching and kneading her breasts, to her waist, helping her sit up. Hidden under the covers, I couldn't see clearly, but I could see my father's big, dark buttocks arching forward, while my mother's plump, white thighs were wrapped tightly around his dark spine like a Buddha statue. Suddenly, I felt my penis straighten, and an itchy sensation spread from the head of my penis to my brain. Of course I knew I couldn't get out of bed to pee, and of course I didn't want to, so I gritted my teeth and endured it. Dad was really good at farm work; even in bed, he couldn't forget his farm tricks. He twisted around and lifted Mom upside down, making her support herself with her hands against the headboard. He knelt behind her buttocks, his hands holding his ugly, dark thing, much bigger than my penis, rubbing it against her white, tender buttocks a few times, producing a series of muffled "slap slap slap" sounds. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw Dad's posture. It was like driving an ox to plow the field, and when he got excited, he stretched out his big hand and slapped Mom's fat buttocks twice. The "slap slap" sound reminded me of the pain when Dad's hand landed on my buttocks, and my heart pounded with each slap. Mom seemed oblivious to the pain, thrusting her white buttocks back forcefully while moaning, "Abao's dad, fuck me to death...fuck me to death, harder, I'm so itchy, faster...faster, deeper!" Amidst Mom and Dad's panting and movements, like plowing a field, I watched Mom's large breasts, like two red bean paste dots on top of big meat buns sold in the city, swaying before my eyes. My mouth felt dry; I wanted to drink something or shout to relieve the discomfort. My hands, hidden under the covers, always felt hot and wanted to reach out, wanting to squeeze those full breasts like Dad's dark hands to see if I could squeeze out any fluid. But I didn't dare; my hands remained obediently hidden under the covers. However, my hard little penis couldn't hold back any longer; although I desperately gripped it with my left hand, a little liquid still seeped through my fingers. "Faster...faster, Ah Bao's dad, I'm going to die, deeper, faster...faster, faster, wait for me, please don't ejaculate!" Mom's voice grew louder and more urgent without her realizing it, and the "slap, slap, slap" sounds of flesh hitting flesh from behind her buttocks grew faster and faster. Dad's panting was like that of an old ox plowing a field, and the liquid seeping from between my fingers was increasing, so much so that I couldn't hold it in with both hands. "Ah, ah, ah..." Dad and Mom roared at the same time, and I couldn't hold back any longer, shouting at the same time, "Mom, I need to pee!" My words startled Dad and Mom, who stared dumbfounded like two clay Buddhas, especially Dad, whose mouth was wide open enough to fit a steamed bun, his hand pulling on Mom's nipple all the way to her waist without letting go. I didn't have time to see what they were doing. I grabbed my penis, rolled off the bed, grabbed someone's shoe, ran to the back door, opened it, and comfortably started to pee. That pee was really long and straight; if I were to compete with Little Fatty Liu to see who could pee the farthest, he definitely wouldn't stand a chance. I vaguely heard them arguing inside, and it seemed like they were even bringing up my name, but I couldn't be bothered. The cold night wind was making me shiver, so I quickly finished peeing and climbed into bed. "You little bastard, get out!" I had barely climbed onto the edge of the bed when my dad kicked me off. "Ouch!" The sudden blow made me scream and collapse, clutching my stomach. At the same time, my mom's stern voice came from the bed: "You short-lived wretch, are you crazy? Hitting my son in the middle of the night! If anything happens to him, I'll never forgive you!" My mom jumped off the bed while yelling and reached out to help me up. Seeing my mom come down, tears streamed down my face, and I started rolling around on the floor. "You short-lived devil! Look how badly you've beaten Bao'er! Why don't you just die?" My performance ignited my mother's fury. The shoes on the floor and the pillows on the bed were all thrown onto my father's dark face. Why was she all dressed? I secretly looked around on the floor for a long time but couldn't find a gap to peek through. My mother was completely covered up while I was peeing. My father's arrogance when he hit me was completely subdued by my mother's worn-out shoes, and the floor was indeed too cold, so I stopped pretending and slowly straightened up. "Are you alright, Bao'er?" My mother saw me stand up and immediately took my hand and asked anxiously. "Mmm..." I pretended to still be in pain, clutching my stomach. My father obediently rolled to the other end of the bed to sleep, and my mother hugged me and lay down to sleep. Smelling my mother's fragrance, I slept especially sweetly that night. (II) Whether it was because my mother's curse that night took effect or for some other reason, my father really did die young. A few days later, he was crushed to death by a tree while cutting down trees on the mountain. After sending my father up the mountain, I never slept in the attic again. I always slept in my mother's arms, and sometimes she would have nightmares that made me feel suffocated. Actually, I was quite scared during that time, so although I could hear my mother's heartbeat through her clothes every night, I never felt that urge to urinate that night. Time is like a big broom, always sweeping away everything that shouldn't be left behind. My mother was the same. After the seven-day mourning period, as the uncles and aunts who came to help left one by one, my mother went back to work in the fields just like when my father was alive, and her face became as dark as his. As the saying goes, "A widow's door is always a source of gossip." Although my mother is much darker now, her large buttocks and still-erect breasts still make the men in the village drool. I've heard those stinking men, whom I should call uncles and elder brothers, drool and utter harsh words while looking at my mother's figure swaying like a willow in the wind as she carries water: "Sooner or later I'll fuck this woman to death." The bold get rich, the timid starve. This world is a dog-eat-dog world, and I never thought someone would actually turn those harsh words into reality. That night, I felt a little cold, and when I reached out, my mother wasn't in bed. I jumped up in surprise and saw moonlight shining in from the back door, realizing she had gone to relieve herself. But listening closely, she sensed something was off about the voice. She heard her mother speaking in a low voice: "Second Uncle Bao'er, let go, or I'll scream!" "Go ahead and scream! If you dare, I'll say you're a jinx reincarnated, bringing death to Bao'er's father and then trying to seduce me with evil winds! Go ahead and scream! If you do, I'll even call Bao'er a little fox spirit and fry her in oil!" An old voice followed, a voice familiar to everyone in the village. It was always the owner of this voice who presided over and spoke at clan events; it was the voice of Dong family's ancestor, Second Uncle Dong. Second Uncle Dong truly lived up to his reputation as a capable member of the Dong family... After a few words, my mother fell silent. "By the way, Second Uncle likes obedient and sensible women like you. As long as you're obedient to Second Uncle, you and your mother will live a life of luxury, much more comfortable than living with that deadbeat Bao'er's father." Second Uncle Dong's grating voice rang out again, followed by a muffled groan from my mother. Second Uncle Dong was at least in his sixties, and his grandson was even a few years older than me. I never expected that he would be the first to take advantage of my mother! I felt furious just thinking about it, so I quietly got out of bed and hid behind the back door. My mother's clothes had been stripped off completely, revealing a clear contrast between her neck and thighs—two distinct shades of black and white. Her large, plump breasts, contrasted sharply with the dark skin of her neck and arms, looked particularly alluring. Uncle Dong, perhaps sharing my thoughts, grabbed one of her large, fleshy breasts and pressed his large, unkempt mouth, covered in a tangled mess of white and black hair, against it. My mother seemed to push his graying head away a few times, but whether it was due to a lack of strength or something else, Uncle Dong's foul mouth ultimately conquered her breasts. Uncle Dong, like a pig gnawing on swill, nuzzled and nibbled at my mother's large breasts. His hands, covered in age spots, searched and groped among the dark hairs in the white triangle area beneath my mother's dark belly, like a loach burrowing into a hole. From behind the door, I watched as his two veined fingers forced open a small, red opening, burrowing inside like an eel. Under Uncle Dong's teasing touch, Mom actually let out a muffled groan, just like the one she'd made with Dad in bed that night. She obediently followed Uncle Dong's instructions, turning around and bracing herself against the wall, raising her plump, white buttocks high. Uncle Dong held his dry, thin penis and rubbed it against her opening and closing buttocks. Uncle Dong's little penis, which was even smaller than mine, remained limp like a slug after rubbing for a long time, while my penis, for some reason, was now erect like a drumstick pounding against my belly. "Baby's mom, I can't take it anymore, why don't you just give me a blowjob?" Uncle Dong said, twisting Mom around, one hand supporting his unworthy penis, the other grabbing Mom's hair and pressing it down. This time, Mom really refused. No matter how Uncle Dong pressed her down, she desperately raised her head, refusing to put her mouth on that old gun. "You won't back down! If you don't, I'll open the ancestral hall tomorrow and burn you two, mother and son, to death!" Uncle Dong said, slapping my mother twice across the face. Now I lost all interest in watching the peep show. A surge of anger rose from my feet to the roots of my hair. I grabbed the door bolt behind the door and smashed it hard against Uncle Dong's bare leg. "Ouch!" Uncle Dong's howl, like a wolf's roar, sounded particularly pitiful in the quiet mountain village at night. Gradually, the village lights came on. (III) Uncle Dong's leg was crippled, and I didn't gain much advantage either. My mother and I were kicked out of the clan, and from then on, we made a living by collecting garbage in the county town. As the saying goes, "A poor man's child learns to be independent early." Although I had to walk several miles to the suburban middle school, I still tried to collect scrap paper and metal for an hour on my way home from school to help my mother supplement the family income. I had only one thought in my mind: I had to make my mother happy. People had come to my house to propose marriage to my mother, but she always refused, saying that her child needed to study and couldn't afford to be separated from her. We had just rented a room when a matchmaker came and, seeing our small bed, said strangely, "A child in high school still sleeping with you?" Then, as if understanding something important, she shook her head and left. That night, my mother used a discarded bamboo slat that she had found to set up another small bed opposite ours. Actually, I was grown up now, and I knew what my mother meant, but after finishing my homework, I still silently put the quilt that my mother had carefully arranged on the bamboo slat back onto the other bed. That night, my mother kept sewing until very late. But in the end, she quietly got into bed. When my mother got into bed, I hugged her tightly. My mother was startled, but after instinctively pushing me away, she touched my hair. "Mom, no one can separate us! Mom, I love you!" I buried my head in my mother's chest, just like when I was a child, and whispered to her. Mom didn't speak, but I could feel her heart pounding, and I could feel her hands digging into my hair. "Mom loves Bao'er too, no one can separate us!" Mom finally spoke, her voice trembling. A few wet drops fell onto my forehead; I knew Mom was crying. I looked up. Mom rubbed her eyes, but her smile still held tears, and her dark face held a girlish shyness. I suddenly realized how beautiful Mom was. Her eyebrows were long and slender, and her thick eyelashes, wet with tears, were like dewy buds in early spring. Her rosy lips trembled like quietly blooming roses, and her chest, rising and falling with her breath, was like potato sprouts about to break through the soil. "Silly child, what are you looking at!" Mom was a little embarrassed by my gaze and scolded me gently. "Mom, you're so beautiful!" I murmured involuntarily, and driven by some unknown force, I wrapped my arms around my mother's neck and kissed her hard on the lips. My mother pushed me away as if she'd been electrocuted, sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me like I was an alien. Neither my mother nor I slept that night, but I didn't end up sleeping on that bamboo bed. The college entrance exam results came out. I ranked second in the whole school, more than forty points above the cutoff for top-tier universities. But I ultimately chose a teachers' college in my province. The reason was simple: my high school promised to pay my tuition and fees for four years of university, on the condition that I return to teach there after graduation. When I received my acceptance letter, my mother and I, for the first time ever, drank a bottle of wine. My mother drank a lot and cried a lot, pouring out all her sorrows to my father, who was always hanging on the wall (a metaphor for someone who is constantly on my mind). I cried a lot with my mother, but I understood that now that I had gotten into university, my mother wanted to separate from me and find a companion to spend the rest of her life with. I didn't want to be separated from my mother; I vowed to take care of her for the rest of my life. Lying in bed, I made the boldest yet most hesitant decision in the world: I wanted to make my mother my woman, only then could she be with me forever!Mom was drunk, or perhaps it was because I felt relaxed after getting into university, but for the first time, she lay down on the bed and started snoring softly before I even got into bed. Seeing her flushed face from the alcohol and her red lips parting slightly with her gentle snores, I felt a burning heat all over my body, as if I'd just walked thirty miles of mountain road. I tried to lower my head and gently touch her lips with mine. Mom didn't react much; her high, firm breasts continued to heave unrestrainedly. My trembling hand pressed against those two peaks, and a warm, solid sensation immediately traveled from my palm to my brain. I pressed them a few more times, the desire to explore them growing stronger with each press. I tried to unbutton the top two buttons of Mom's blouse, but to my surprise, Mom, burning hot from the liquor, unbuttoned the rest herself. Two snow-white, jade-like breasts were about to burst forth, the small bra barely concealing their beauty. I felt a burning heat in my throat, making it hard to breathe. I quickly stripped off all my clothes and lay quietly beside my mother, who was still snoring softly, sleeping like a begonia flower. The briefs constricted my already erect penis, which was as hard as a red-hot iron rod, causing a sharp pain. I couldn't bear it any longer and finally tore off the last bit of clothing covering me. My mother's breasts were still rising and falling with the rhythm of my erection. I didn't care anymore; I ripped off her bra. Her breasts seemed a little soft; as soon as the bra was off, they tilted to the sides like two empty wine sacks. I didn't care about anything else at that moment; all I knew was to knead her nipples, which looked like two ripe Shanxi red dates, and without thinking, after sixteen years, my mouth licked my mother's nipples again. Seeing that my mother hadn't reacted yet, my initial fear eased considerably. One hand was still circling her white breasts, while the other swiftly found her waistband and gently unfastened it. Because she hadn't done farm work for a while, her skin was noticeably whiter. Below her deep navel was a vast expanse of white snow, and beneath that snow, a tuft of dark, shiny pubic hair lay neatly in a triangle, concealing that sacred cave. This was a place I had walked through seventeen years ago. Seeing the light brown labia minora peeking out from beneath the two thick labia majora, I felt incredibly excited. Like a pilgrim, I pressed my head close to this fleshy opening, and a slightly musky yet softly fragrant scent immediately filled my nostrils. So good! I took several deep breaths of the essence from this mysterious cave, feeling a sense of exhilaration. I tentatively used two fingers to gently smooth the pubic hair, parting the two brownish labia majora. A bright red clitoris, like a love bean, immediately burst forth, while a small, tender, red, and delicate opening, like a baby's mouth, was contracting and opening. At first glance, it looked like a hungry baby pouting. I quickly inserted one finger, and it immediately seemed to breathe, swallowing my finger. I quickly pulled my finger out, but ultimately couldn't resist the temptation and inserted two more. Hmm, this is better; the suction isn't as strong, but I could feel a brush constantly brushing my finger. I tried to go in a little deeper. Oh no! Mom rolled over and pinned my fingers underneath. Now I really panicked; the courage I had mustered at the beginning vanished completely. Thankfully, Mom didn't do anything else after rolling over. I tried to pull my fingers out again and lay down next to Mom. Since my mother and I were both completely naked, my penis was pressed tightly against her soft, white buttocks. As I twisted and rubbed, my thick, long penis somehow slipped into her buttocks without her noticing. A pressure I'd never experienced before pushed my penis deeper. My mother's body seemed to tremble slightly, but she didn't turn around. I tried putting my hand back on her breasts, but there was no significant reaction. Now I was bolder. Without thinking, I tried to turn my mother's body around so she was lying face up, but no matter how hard I tried, she remained in that position with her back to me. After a few attempts, I gave up completely, focusing only on using my hand to guide my penis and try to probe it randomly between her buttocks. Wait, it seems I've found an opening! I pushed forward forcefully, but my mother's body trembled and she slipped out. Undeterred, I tried again, guiding my penis and pushing it in, but still without success. If this continued, all my efforts would be in vain. I tried to turn my mother's body around to align her with the opening, but unexpectedly, her tense legs seemed to unconsciously loosen a crack, and my long, thick penis, inheriting my father's fine tradition, immediately slid in. Slippery and sticky. Wow, why is it so wet here? Could it be that Mom drank too much and peed without realizing it? I didn't have the mind to wake Mom up to pee at that moment. Following the slippery liquid, I squeezed my penis in. This was much easier. In one go, my penis squeezed into a hot, furnace-like cave. The flesh on both sides felt like sponges soaked in medicine, constantly washing my glans. I couldn't help but thrust a few times, and the more I thrust, the more I felt like a delicate baby's hand was stroking and pulling inside. I succeeded? I really made Mom my woman? I felt a surge of joy and thrust a few more times with all my might. Perhaps I'd been too rough these past few times, because I clearly heard my mother let out a muffled groan: "Ouch!" Was Mom awake? I stopped, a little lost. Just then, I saw Mom's buttocks subtly push back, once, twice. "Mom!" I forcefully turned Mom's body around. She didn't open her eyes, but glistening tears welled up beneath her long eyelashes. "Mom, I love you, I want to be with you forever!" I said, pressing my lips to her burning lips, forcefully using my tongue to pry open her teeth. Once, twice, three times. With my efforts, Mom finally opened her mouth, and my clumsy tongue was quickly enveloped by a soft, fragrant tongue. After a long tongue battle, I smoothly climbed onto Mom's warm body again, easily returning my penis intact to its place from seventeen years ago. Under my powerful thrusts, Mom also lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, groaning joyfully with each of my vigorous thrusts. "My darling son... my darling husband, push harder, faster... faster... Mommy's going to die... faster!" For the first time since Daddy's death, Mommy felt the happiness of being a woman. From that night on, Mommy became my woman, and she followed me to the provincial capital. We still rented a dilapidated house, and life was still hard, but our faces were always filled with happy smiles. (IV) Four years passed quickly. I graduated and returned to the middle school I had graduated from to become a teacher, earning over 700 yuan a month. Mommy also found a job in the cafeteria and no longer had to collect garbage. Our hard times should be coming to an end soon, and I finally had my first luxury—a second-hand computer. The wish for a peaceful life for good people seemed to exist only in people's hearts. Unexpectedly, the diagnosis for Mommy, who had always refused to go to the hospital, was cancer—bladder cancer. I'm a materialist. When I saw the test results, I knew my mother's life could end at any moment. Therefore, I refused the hospital's offer of inpatient chemotherapy. Although I would be willing to give my own life if there were a chance to cure her, I knew it was impossible. Our beloved Premier Zhou couldn't be cured, King Hussein of Jordan couldn't be cured, so how could my mother be cured? Did I have to make my mother undergo another life-threatening chemotherapy session to be worthy of her? I wouldn't do that. Just like the distorted love between my mother and me, I believe my mother would not allow me to do this if she knew her condition, even though she still thought it was gastritis. I spent all my salary and loans on heroin. I don't use drugs, but for my mother, I became a drug buyer. I bought heroin and injected it into her veins while giving her injections, so she wouldn't feel the excruciating pain of cancer. But as the dosage increased, I knew my mother was getting further and further away from me. "There's only one mother in the world who's good, a child without a mother is like a blade of grass, away from a mother's embrace, where can happiness be found..." Looking at my mother, who had fallen into a deep sleep after another injection of drugs, tears welled up in my eyes. "Baby, come here, Mom has something to tell you." My mother, who had long been unable to get out of bed due to her illness, suddenly sat up easily! Was I dreaming? I rubbed my eyes hard. Yes, my mother was smiling and talking to me from under the covers. "Mom, you're better?" I rushed over in surprise. Could this be the legendary "fighting poison with poison" method, unintentionally conquering cancer—a problem that renowned medical scientists had studied for generations? "Baby, my good son, Mom has made you suffer." My mother's thin fingers ran through my hair, her voice sounding even more sorrowful. "Mom, don't say that, we'll be together forever!" I kissed my mother's lips tenderly, just like before her illness. "Baby, you don't need to lie to Mom anymore. Mom knows my illness is incurable. Mom's biggest regret is not being able to give...""Give me a little brother or a son." A faint blush appeared on my pale face as I said this. "Mom, I love you. You're almost better, really. Let's have ten or eight more sons, okay?" I suddenly felt something was wrong, but I still tried to sound casual as I spoke to my mother. "Mom wants to too, but your father is waiting for me to take care of him. You two are my enemies from a past life." My mother said, her breath coming in short gasps. "Mom, it'll be alright. Aren't you doing fine now? Why don't we make a son right now?" A crazy idea suddenly popped into my head. I wanted my mother to die in happiness. "This... how can that be?" "Yes, it will definitely work!" I said, gently unbuttoning my mother's clothes, taking them off one by one like a sacred ritual, folding them neatly at the head of the bed, and then quickly tearing off my own clothes. Cancer had completely devoured my mother's once-plump body. Her breasts hung like empty rice sacks on her thin, bony ribs, while her nipples, like two dried-out donkey testicles, dangled darkly from between her ribs. Her pubic hair was like dry, tangled firewood discarded in winter, and her labia majora were like two tattered rags blown open by the cold wind, revealing two wrinkled labia minora inside. Just like the first time I pounced on my mother, I gently took that nipple, which had long since lost all feeling, into my mouth, carefully licking it with my tongue and biting it with my teeth. My fingers deftly navigated around the pubic bone, caressing the clitoris, which had shrunk to the size of a moldy black bean. "I want my mother to be happy forever!" I thought to myself, secretly lowering one hand to quickly masturbate my limp, nipple, which was as soft as a cooked noodle. After several attempts, the penis finally rose slightly, and Mom, whether from exhaustion or excitement, was already lying on the bed, panting with her eyes closed. This was a golden opportunity; I knew that if I didn't insert it now while it was still erect, I would never have another chance. I lifted one of Mom's legs, turned to the side, and rubbed my still-erect glans against her vulva. At this point, expecting her to quickly release her usual hot, wet vaginal fluids was pure fantasy. I used my other hand to spit several times and smear the saliva on my glans. Mom's vagina was no longer filled with flesh; with the slightest force, I felt her pubic bone slamming painfully against it. But I persisted, trying to insert as much of my semi-erect penis as possible, even though it was cold and dry inside, like a pile of gravel in winter. "Oh, oh, oh…" Mom let out a few strange growls. I knew my mother's time was near, so I frantically thrust my penis into her long, dark hole, ignoring the pain and itchiness. "Oh, oh, oh..." my mother cried out three more times, hugging my waist tightly as she did so. I felt her trying desperately to lift her head and kiss me, but she couldn't manage it; her head slumped onto the pillow, and a large gush of warm liquid sprayed like a fountain onto the base of my penis, then flowed down my mother's thighs. With the gushing of that liquid and the sudden spasm in my mother's body, my semen also shot out like a water arrow into my still semi-erect penis. "There's only one mother in the world who is good, a child with a mother is like a treasure, nestled in a mother's embrace, happiness is boundless..." Mother, love me one more time. I wiped away the urine and my semen that had flowed from my mother's body before she died, and whispered in her ear...

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