Village chaos

1. I glanced at the clock; it was almost nine o'clock. I put away my novel, picked up a math book, and pretended to study. To be honest, the first-year high school curriculum was quite easy for me; even without much effort, I could still do well on tests. I was born in a quiet and poor little mountain village. My father, mother, and I have a younger sister who is three years younger than me. My father is very intelligent, but unfortunately, due to his family background, he didn't have much opportunity to study. However, he didn't complain much; he pinned all his hopes on me, hoping I could get into a prestigious university and bring him honor. Fortunately, I inherited his intelligence, and my grades have always been good. My mother was illiterate, and while she was pretty and had a good figure, she had a long scar on her neck from being scalded with boiling water when I was a child. But then again, without that scar, she wouldn't have married my father, and naturally, there would be no me, no story. My mother is a woman of few words, always focused on her work, never making decisions. I don't talk much with her either. The three words she says to me most often are: "Time to eat," and I simply call her "Mom" when we meet. Just after 9 o'clock, my mother pushed open the door with a washbasin in her pocket. People in the countryside don't knock. While I was washing my face, Mom took out my foot bath from under the bed. After I finished washing, she poured most of the hot water from the washbasin into the foot bath. While I soaked my feet, Mom bent down and started taking off her shoes and pants, as usual. After putting them away, she lay on my bed, her buttocks slightly raised. I dried my feet, took off my pants, and climbed on top of her, starting to do it like a dog. My little brother easily penetrated my mother's vagina. Her vagina was very slippery, but I knew it wasn't her vaginal fluid but our cooking oil. Every night when my mother came, she would apply some cooking oil to the inside and outside of her vagina; it was her habit. Just like how no matter how vigorously I thrust, she remained motionless, silently enduring without making a sound. About 10 minutes later, I ejaculated. I got off my mother, and as usual, she used the remaining hot water in the basin to clean my penis. She washed herself, cleaned away the semen I had left inside her, put on her pants and shoes, emptied the water from the basin through the window, closed the door, and quietly left. For over three months, this has been the same every night. I've gotten used to having sex with my mother every night before going to sleep. At first, I was worried that my father would find out, but now I feel no fear at all. But every time my mother comes in, the first thing she does is close and lock the door, even though my father has never entered my room at night. Except for the few words we exchanged the first time we had sex six months ago, we haven't spoken since. Every time is like a silent movie, repeating yesterday's story every day. Born into such a poor family—a father who was called a "landlord's son," a mother with a scar on her neck as thick as a finger and resembling a tree root, and a younger sister who had to repeat first grade three times—my introverted and insecure personality was destined. I speak very little and walk with my head down. It turns out my relationship with my mother was strained. She was also insecure; sometimes when we bumped into each other on the street in town, she wouldn't look at me, always keeping her head down and turning away. I think she was afraid my classmates and friends would know I had a mother like her, afraid I'd be laughed at. I'd never thought about understanding her before, but after we had that kind of relationship, I had some doubts and an interest, like why my mother could have sex with me every day without her period? Why had I never experienced that? But I could never bring myself to ask, and in the end, everything remained bottled up inside, leaving only the mechanical thrusting every night. Most of my classmates were more mature than me; some started masturbating in the first year of junior high. I was a late bloomer, and my experience was late but intense. I remember it was the first summer after graduating from junior high. I took the entrance exam for a prestigious private high school in our town. Because of my good grades, not only was my tuition waived, but they also promised to cover my university tuition if I got into a top university. My town is a bit far from the county seat, but it's surrounded by mountains and has a very quiet environment. I think that's why the best private high school in our area is located here. Getting into this school is like escaping rural life. Honestly, that was my happiest summer vacation. Rural people are really short-sighted. I've always had excellent grades since I was little, and getting into university wouldn't have been a problem for me, but most of the villagers looked down on me and my family. [http://pt88vip3.]com">Asian Unblocked AV Playback Zone 1 until I got into this school that is said to have 100The high school that could send students to university—when the teacher who came to our village to recruit students boasted that after I entered their school, I would either get into Peking University or Tsinghua University, and that I would either become a high-ranking official or become very wealthy—only then did the villagers start to look at my family differently. My younger sister, however, was really too slow; she couldn't continue studying after the third grade and went to work with a relative. This summer, I didn't have to go to school, so I was in a good mood and wanted to do something for the family. My sister used to herd the cattle, but after she went to work, I took over because it was the only farm work I was confident I could do well. I never imagined that herding cattle would be so challenging. Most of the wealthy and capable people in our village had moved to the city, leaving less than half—about ten households. Most of them were not very capable, and many were lazy and unwilling to work. Girls were mostly not allowed to go to school; they had to help with farm work from a young age, including herding cattle. There were eight cows in the village, originally herded by seven girls and one boy. The boy was my uncle's son, named Hu Zi. My uncle was even worse off than my father; he married a mentally challenged woman, and their son was also mentally challenged. He was 16 years old, but his mental age was probably only that of a seven or eight-year-old—simple-minded but physically strong. When I was little, I had a fairly good relationship with this cousin. Although we all came from the same ancestor in our village, the others were separated by many generations. My uncle was the only relative in the village. But after I went to junior high school, I rarely saw Hu Zi. Everyone in the village called me a bookworm. After school, I would stay in my room and read. My parents never asked me to do anything, and I didn't want to go out. When I went to herd the cows, I naturally went with Hu Zi. My father had already told my uncle to ask Hu Zi to keep an eye on them for me. Herding cows in the mountains is different from other places. We would go out after breakfast, take lunch with us, and stay until sunset before returning to the village. Along the way, we would chop some firewood and gather some grass for the pigs. Tiger was the oldest, and the oldest girl was Feng, who was 13. The others were all under 10, the youngest being only 6. Most people in the village had four or five children, so only the youngest girl was qualified to herd cattle, as herding cattle was considered the easiest farm work. The eldest uncle only had Tiger, and fearing he'd be mentally challenged if he had any more, he didn't dare. Tiger had never been to school and had been herding cattle since he was little. Several batches of girls had herded cattle with him. Once the cattle were in the woods, Tiger would get busy, helping one chop firewood, another gather pig feed, and he could finish all the girls' tasks in an hour or two. After helping the girls, Tiger would lead everyone to steal bird eggs, catch fish, and dig for ground squirrels. They also had a secret hideout with a pot and various kinds of wild produce they had gathered themselves. They weren't secretive with me, probably because Tiger was my cousin, but they always told me never to tell my family about these things. Moreover, Tiger was a very good cook. This meal in the forest was probably the best I'd ever had in my life. Although Tiger was 16 and acted like an adult, his intelligence was about the same as these uneducated girls. What's more, Tiger helped them with chores and prepared food for them—eggs, fish, and ground squirrel meat. You know, in our village, very few families could afford meat even once a month, let alone these girls who were considered a financial burden. Even if they did, they wouldn't get much. No wonder these girls liked Tiger so much and listened to everything he said. After the meal, everyone finally had some free time. To be honest, I never imagined that herding cattle would have so many benefits. Of course, I wanted everyone to accept me. I wasn't as good at chores as Tiger, but I was well-educated and knew a lot. I discovered I was also good at making girls happy. They asked me if I would look down on them if I went to university, became a high-ranking official in the city, and made a lot of money. I patted my chest and said, "We all come from the same ancestor; even if our bones are broken, they're still connected. If I become successful in the future, I'll definitely arrange jobs for them and take them to live in the city." Of course, I also assured Tiger that I was obligated to do so. Tiger's cooking is so delicious; how could I not say some nice things? But honestly, I felt sorry for these girls, born into this environment. However, what I said to them was just empty talk, to make them happy, to get this small group to accept me. Who knows what the future holds? And I know this society is very realistic. But a few of these girls really took my words seriously, treating me incredibly well, seeing me as their future savior. However, I didn't feel guilty. I believe that living with a little hope is better than living numbly and ignorantly. They imagined it, so I helped them fantasize, using my future power and money to help them imagine a happy life in the city. They were truly moved and touched. Only Tiger just stared at me, smiling foolishly. As we chatted, I got a little sleepy, so I found a cool spot to sleep. I have a habit of taking a nap after lunch, usually for an hour or two. When I woke up, everyone except Feng was gone. I asked Feng where Hu Zi and the others had gone. Feng hesitated, and I felt something was off. I tried to get her to talk to me, so I told her that she was my favorite among the group. I said she was pretty, which was true. The other girls were either still developing or just starting to develop, while 13-year-old Feng already had full breasts and a shapely bottom. Plus, her family treated her well, so she didn't have to work in the fields and didn't get tanned. She was fair-skinned and very pretty. Feng seemed surprised to hear that I liked her, a little incredulous. She asked me several times, and of course, I showered her with compliments, saying how good she was and that I would take her to the city first and find her the best job. Of course, the ultimate goal was for her to listen to me. After saying that, I asked her again where Hu Zi and the others had gone. Feng finally pointed me in the right direction. I got up and walked towards the woods, but Feng pulled me back, telling me not to go. I asked why, and she said she was afraid I, a scholar, couldn't accept it. I said if they could accept it, why couldn't I? Feng didn't follow me anymore, but silently followed behind me, constantly pointing in the right direction, telling me not to make a sound, acting very mysterious. Finally, Feng pointed in a direction and said, "Through the branches, I saw a scene I couldn't believe." To be honest, I'm a late bloomer and never expected this to happen. Tiger was standing there, having sex with my heifer. Some of the girls were helping to hold the rope, some were scratching the cow, and others were feeding it grass. They were all helping Tiger rape my poor heifer. I was truly shocked by this scene and didn't know what to do. Feng, however, calmly said to me as if nothing was wrong, "Your cow is in heat. Cows are most obedient at this time. They don't even move when you do it, and it's much more comfortable than usual. Tiger likes it the most." From what Feng said, it seems that Hu Zi often does this in front of them. Does Hu Zi often do this? Feng nodded. In front of you? Feng nodded. How could he be so shameless! I don't understand. I said Feng pointed to her head and said, "Hu Zi is stupid, but he's a good person and doesn't talk nonsense." I still don't understand, and I'm too embarrassed to watch anymore. I don't know how to face him, so I told Feng that I'm going home first, and you guys help me get back later. Feng nodded. 4 When I got home, I couldn't calm down at all. My mind was full of images of Hu Zi raping my little cow. I was so hot all over, and my little brother was as hard as a stick. Touching it felt so good. My mind was filled with one thought: rape my cow. I couldn't get rid of it, like I was possessed. Waiting for the sun to set, waiting for Tiger and the others to bring the cows back, waiting for dinner, waiting for my parents to go to sleep—I'd never felt time could pass so slowly. But finally, when all was quiet, I secretly sneaked into the cow pen in my yard. By the dim moonlight, I saw that my heifer's vulva was much larger than usual, and clear, sticky fluid was flowing from it. I pulled out my hard penis and pressed it against the cow's vulva. The estrus cow was indeed very obedient, just as Feng had said, spreading her hind legs and lowering her body to meet me. It was wet and hot. I never thought I'd give my first time to a cow, but I didn't regret it. The feeling was so good, the first time in my life I'd ever had such a wonderful feeling. I couldn't help but thrust, becoming lost in the heifer's body. "Who's there?" A bright light shone on me, and I instantly froze. If there was a hole, I'd crawl into it; if there was a rope, I'd hang myself; if there was a knife, I'd stab myself immediately. To be discovered on my first time—it was outrageous! My illicit affair with the cow had been discovered! This feeling was like falling from heaven to hell in an instant. Then came another scream. I recognized my mother's voice, and I wasn't so scared anymore. I believed my mother wouldn't tell anyone. My mother realized it was me and immediately turned off the flashlight. I recovered, pulled up my pants, and slunk back to my room. My mother followed me. I locked the door, so she kept knocking. She didn't answer, and neither did I; we just wouldn't open it. After a long while, my mother finally spoke, uttering the longest sentence I'd ever heard: "Open the door! At least say something! It's Mom! Don't do anything foolish! It's nothing. Only Mom saw it. Even if I die, Mom won't tell anyone! Open the door… If you don't answer, I'll go downstairs and wake your dad!" Hearing "If you don't answer, I'll go downstairs and wake your dad," I immediately rushed over and opened the door. My mother rushed in, tears streaming down her face. She, who had been talking incessantly, was speechless when she saw me. Several times she seemed about to speak but then stopped, stunned for a moment, before kneeling before me. I truly didn't know what to do. After a long silence, I finally spoke, "Don't worry, I won't do anything foolish." My mother listened to me...Only then did I raise my head and nod firmly to her. It was then that I realized my penis was still hard, bulging against my crotch. My mother looked up, and it was right above her eyes. She noticed, paused for a moment, stood up, and then began to take off her pants and shoes. She kept her head down the whole time; she hadn't said a word since coming in. She didn't take off her top. After she finished, she walked to my bedside, knelt on it, lay down, and slightly raised her buttocks towards me. It was the first time I had seen the lower body of a mature woman. From this position, standing by the bed, I could have sex with her like a heifer. I didn't know why my mother did this, but one thing I understood was that if I didn't have sex with her, she wouldn't be truly at ease. If I didn't have sex with her, she would feel ashamed as she had been when I was first discovered. In fact, I really wanted to have sex with her; the lust was so intense. I would have even tried to penetrate a hole in the wall, let alone a real woman, naked and waiting for me to take her. I took out my penis, walked over, and thrust it into my mother like a heifer. "Ah!" My mother and I both cried out involuntarily; it hurt. My mother was dry, her vulva was parched. I stopped, and my mother whispered two words: "Wait a minute." After saying that, she got out of bed, naked, and ran out. A little while later, she returned, naked, and lay down as before. This time, I saw that her vulva was full and slippery, and I thrust inside. Each time, I thrust very deep and forcefully, but my mother never made a sound, just like every time afterward. I went at it for a long time. This was my first time; I had never ejaculated before. I remember that time I ejaculated a lot and for a long time. I've never ejaculated like that again; it was a wonderful feeling. Afterward, my mother even brought hot water to help me wash myself clean before leaving.

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