Mom's breasts taste the best, they absorb the essence from the anus.

I was born in a small mountain village in the south. Less than a ten-minute walk from my home was a stream that never dried up; as a child, I often bathed naked in it.
Beyond the stream lay a high mountain, covered with pine trees, miscellaneous trees, and grass, but not fruit trees of any economic value. I often herded cattle and gathered firewood there. Back
then , it was a simple, honest mountain village; people worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.
My family lived at one end of the village in a nice two-story house. There were two rows of rooms, with a large hall in the middle for meals and adults to chat. Each row had three
rooms, two of which were connected by a door. Before my eldest sister was born, I slept in one room with my parents. My father worked in another city and would occasionally come back for
a few days.
After my sister Min was born, a bed was set up in the outer room connected by a door—that was my own bed, and I only slept there when my father came home. So
most of the time I slept with my mother and Min, except that instead of sleeping side-by-side with my mother, I slept at her feet.
Later, my mother told me that while I was fast asleep, my little feet would often rest on her inner thighs, especially on long, cold winter nights. Sometimes this would wake her from a
restlessness , and she would truly feel the length of the winter night in the unseen darkness. The first few times, she was at a loss. After that, she would spread her legs slightly, press them tightly against
her lower body (which was only covered by shorts), then squeeze her legs together and drift off to sleep.
When she woke up the next day, sometimes a few pubic hairs would stick to the bottom of her pants, and she would accidentally pull them, causing a sharp pain in her vulva. When I was seven, my second younger sister, Xiu, was born
, and I started sleeping alone in the outer room. At the time, I didn't feel anything special, and I didn't even realize that I would put my feet on my inner thighs while sleeping.
That year, I started elementary school. My mother bathed me until I was nine. That summer, my mother was washing clothes in the pond, and I swam in the pond
naked .
After my mother finished washing the clothes, she called me to come home with her. When I got ashore, she hurriedly pulled me to her side and said, "You didn't even know your penis was bitten by leeches." When I looked
down at the leeches on my penis, which had shrunk considerably from being submerged in water for so long, I cried in fright. My mother immediately pulled the leeches off, and some
blood came out. She gently squeezed the wound, paused, and told me to put on my clothes and go home quickly.
Once home, my mother sucked on the wound and applied Tiger Balm every day. A few days later, she asked if it still hurt. I said it didn't.
My mother seemed unconvinced and gently pulled on my penis until it became slightly erect before letting go, relieved.
One summer when I was ten, I was playing with some neighborhood kids in a newly built, unoccupied house on the edge of the village. A 16-year-old girl was tidying up
the house When she got tired and rested, she liked to pull down the pants of a 7-year-old boy, and everyone was overjoyed when they saw his penis. I don't know
what inspired me, but I tried to pull down the girl's pants too, but I couldn't.
This caused trouble. The girl tried to pull down my pants, forcing me into a room on the second floor, where she finally pulled them off. She laughed and
grabbed my penis in her hand. A moment later, she stopped laughing abruptly because my penis had grown bigger and harder in her hand. She exclaimed, "Mommy!
It's so big!" Her face turned red, and she covered her eyes with her hands. After letting go, she saw my penis was still erect and ran away.
Looking back now, I realize it was just an erection; how big could it really be? It was just that back then, it was difficult to see pictures of genitals, let alone adult
genitals.
One winter when I was 11, before dawn, my mother woke me up to go with her to pick camellia seeds on a mountain ten miles away. We got up too early; there wasn't a soul in sight.
My mother was a little scared and followed closely behind me, pointing the way. I wasn't fully awake and tripped and fell several times on the first stretch of the mountain path.
As we approached the camellia mountain, it started to get light, and I needed to pee. My mother said, "Just pee." Perhaps because my mother was right behind me, I couldn't
pee . My mother urged me once more, and then I peed a large bagful.
After walking a few steps, Mom also needed to urinate. I didn't stop, just slowed my pace. Mom said, "Didn't you hear me? Stop for a moment
.
" I had no choice but to stop. Mom went to the roadside less than two steps away from me, and with the sound of her belt being unbuckled, she started to urinate. In the quiet moment, at first, I could only hear the soft "shh" sound of her urinating, then the "shh" sound grew louder and louder. I couldn't help but turn around to look, and what I saw
thrilled me. A blinding white expanse appeared before my eyes—Mom's wide, snow-white buttocks were right in front of me. Mom's wide, snow-white buttocks and the "shh" sound of her urinating
have remained in my mind ever since.
I kept watching until she was almost finished urinating before turning back. That day, we collected a lot of tea oil, and Mom and I were happy for several days. At that
time , it was customary in the countryside to have a chamber pot in the house for nighttime urination.
Perhaps I was mostly asleep when Mom urinated before; perhaps I was so used to the "shh" sound when Mom urinated that I had no
memory of it . Ever since I started picking oil tea, I'd almost become a habit to listen to my mother urinate before I could fall asleep. So, one night when my father was home,
I heard my mother panting and saying she was hard, had she found it? At that time, I didn't realize it was intercourse or making love, and I drifted off to sleep.
The summer of my twelfth year was quite stressful, mainly because of the uncertainty of whether I could get into junior high school. After the exams, I did chores during the day like cutting pig feed, gathering firewood, and herding cattle, and
sometimes read comic books at night.
One evening, Aunt Ying, the neighbor, whose husband was often out, would usually come to our house to chat with my mother after dinner. One evening after dinner, she was chatting with my mother in our living room.
She was a gossipy woman, always eager to talk about other people's business.
She said, "Do you know why Uncle Wu was going to beat his eldest son with a hoe today?"
"I haven't heard about it," my mother replied.
"Let me tell you, Fifth Uncle said his eldest son slept with someone."
"You don't mean he slept with his mother, Yun, do you?"
"It wasn't me who said it, it was Fifth Uncle who said it," the gossipy woman said, a little annoyed. "Yun even cried and told me that Fifth Uncle is no good, that he's crazy."
"That can't be, Yun isn't even 45, she looks almost 60, her hair is all white, and she's lost two front teeth. Could it be that she has some kind of
flower growing on her vulva?" Mom still didn't believe it.
"A flower growing on her vulva? I don't believe there's anything interesting about it. Yun's vulva is itchy, aren't you?" Ying was panting heavily, her voice loud, and I could imagine Ying's
two big breasts bouncing up and down.
"No, it's your vulva that's itchy!" Only then did Mom remember that I was in the house, and said, "Keep your voice down, my son is in the house." Ying
chattered for a while and then left. I was very annoyed by her, and she knew it, but she didn't care.
One morning, the adults were working in the fields. With nothing to do, I spread out a straw mat in the living room, where my two younger sisters and the neighbor's five-year-old girl were.
We were playing on the bamboo mat. She was still wearing open-crotch pants, lying on the mat, and I noticed her vagina—plump, with a slit in the middle that was closed. I
opened it with my left hand, and gently ran my right index finger down from top to bottom; the slit closed again.
I put my index finger under my nose and smelled it; there was no odor. At the time, we were doing it secretly, without any thoughts of intercourse, otherwise, it would be troublesome if she told
our parents , and we hadn't thought about any of that.
Mom was lying flat, legs spread, and I was on top of her. My mind was blank at the time; it's funny to think about now, I didn't even realize my penis was moving back and forth inside Mom's
vagina . I was probably too excited, and I ejaculated quickly. After my penis went soft, Mom said, "Get up." She used her underwear to wipe my penis clean,
then spread her legs and wiped away the semen that had flowed from her vagina.
Then she sat down again, tears streaming down her face, and said, "What if others find out we're having incest? How will we live? What will happen if your dad finds out?" It took half an hour for her
to calm down. She said she couldn't do it again, and that the incest wasn't my fault, but hers.
Later, when I was having sex with my mother, I asked her why she guided my penis inside. She said, somewhat embarrassed, that I was heartless to ask such a question, and that as soon as
I received the acceptance letter, I thought about having sex with her because she saw how much I was pent up. She said, "You're capable, but you didn't do this right."
For the next two days, my mother became cold towards me, refusing to look at me directly. I could only keep my distance from her; my excitement had vanished. On the third day, my father
came home, looking guilty and deeply remorseful.
He didn't even look up during the meal. While eating, he said my mother had lost a lot of weight and that I should help her with more chores. I agreed
,
and my mother put some food on my plate, smiling as she said she had done quite a bit. This made me feel better again. After my afternoon nap, I did farm work with them, and there was no trace of the unpleasantness between my mother and me. Dad only stayed home for three days before leaving again.
The , I tried to touch her buttocks, but she blocked me with her hand.
The night after Dad left, I slept alone upstairs. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I found Mom lying next to me. I casually
touched , and she touched me and found I was hard. She said she really missed me, and then took off her underwear and vest. I took off my clothes and climbed up,
and Mom inserted my penis into her vagina.
After I inserted it, Mom's buttocks swayed from side to side, and she quickly became breathless. I was also extremely excited and quickly ejaculated. Soon after, I noticed that Mom's genitals
were sticky , and she said not to move. Mom put her hands on my back, and I couldn't stop crying. Mom said not to cry, since it's already like this.
We chatted like this, with my limp penis still inside Mom's vagina. When I asked her why she wouldn't let me touch her last night,
she said that Dad had slept with her the night before last, so of course he couldn't sleep with me last night. As soon as I heard her say she was having sex with Dad, my penis automatically hardened inside her vagina.
Mom asked how it could get hard inside. I said I didn't know. Mom said not to be afraid, not to rush. Then she lifted my buttocks with her hands
and lowered them again. After a few times, I knew I was going in and out of Mom's vagina.
Mom's hands were on my waist, and soon her breathing became rapid, but it wasn't moaning.
I only learned about moaning later when I had sex with my wife after I got married. When my penis was inside Mom's vagina and didn't move, her buttocks swayed from side to side. Suddenly, she kissed my mouth, biting
my tongue, her whole body motionless and tense. Then, she took a breath and her whole body went limp.
My tongue was still a little sore, so I said, "Mom, why did you bite my tongue so hard?" Mom didn't say anything, just hugged me tightly. Then she asked, "
Isn't soft?" I said no. She said, "Don't hide it, it'll hurt your body." Mom said her genitals were too sticky, so she wiped them with her shorts.
I thrust in and out of Mom's vagina again, and soon Mom let out an "ah," her mouth kissing mine. She bit my tongue, her
whole body motionless and tense. This time I ejaculated. Mom seemed to fall asleep, her whole body limp. When my penis went soft, Mom seemed to recover
and said, "Get off, you're tiring me."
I lay on my side next to her, wanting to touch her genitals, but she said not to, that my hands weren't clean. So I touched Mom's breast with one hand; her
nipples were quite large and hard. Less than half an hour later, I got hard again.
I put my penis in Mom's hand, and she said in surprise, "How can you still get hard? You're still young; you should be more careful with your health in the future." After saying that, she lay flat on her back,
spread her legs, and I climbed on top of Mom again and started doing it again. This time it probably lasted more than 20 minutes, most of the time I was thrusting in and out forcefully,
with much more strength. This time, Mom didn't bite me. After ejaculating, I lay down next to her and fell asleep sometime later.
When I woke up, it was lunchtime the next day. When I saw Mom, her eyes were filled with joy. This time, the memory
of sex was very vivid; even now, I remember the details clearly. For the next two weeks, we had sex every other day, twice every night. Mom told me her inner thighs were sore.
This was the most intense period of sex I've ever had in my life (the other time was shortly after having sex with my wife). I had to go back to school in a week.
Dad was coming back in two days. That night, I had sex with Mom again, and she seemed even more excited. She even said some lewd things, saying, "You're so hard, and
you can .
" The second time we had sex, my penis wasn't hard yet, but she told me to climb on top of her and use my hand to stroke my limp penis back and forth at the entrance of her vagina until it quickly became hard
. She said, "See, it got hard so quickly," and then she inserted it. This period of sex with Mom made me realize that having sex with someone you love is a very good thing.
After we finished, Mom said I should drink less alcohol in the future, otherwise it would be terrible if I got drunk and someone told others. I said I wouldn't.
The night Dad came back, I went upstairs after dinner, and Mom didn't come over that night. I knew Mom and Dad were going to have sex that night, but I didn't
feel anything special, just a sense of emptiness.
The next day, when no one was around, Mom saw that I was in a low mood. When no one was around, she said to me, "You were like this last night after sleeping with your dad, you're really pathetic.
That's your dad." Seeing her angry face and hearing her say that, that subtle feeling disappeared. After that, I never
felt resistant when Mom and Dad had sex again.
My university was in a provincial capital 500 miles away. On my first day of school, my uncle from the same clan in the village treated my family to lunch. After lunch, Mom said she wanted to go home with me to clean up
the center, while Dad and my sister ate dinner there.
As soon as we got home, Mom and I went straight upstairs to my room. We took off our clothes and lay on the bed. I really wanted to spread Mom's legs and look at her vagina, but she didn't...
I agreed, but instead, I squeezed my legs together tightly and had to lie back down next to my mother. She said, "If you want to, just do it; we still have a lot to do." It was the same old
way of making love: either I was thrusting in and out, or my mother was swaying her hips from side to side. Soon she started
biting my tongue; I later learned that was her orgasm. Since I hadn't ejaculated yet, we did it again on one side, and she bit my tongue again, and then I ejaculated. After making love, my mother rested for a while and seemed more
energetic . Then she started tidying up. When she was almost done, I stroked my mother's buttocks again.
My mother said, "You wanted to again," and we went to my room. I only took off my underwear and climbed onto my mother. She kept saying it was getting late and we should hurry up, worried
they might come back. She was right; right after I ejaculated, I heard my younger sister calling from outside to go to my uncle's house for dinner. My mother quickly sat up; the semen had spilled onto the bed, and
she didn't even have time to wipe herself before putting on her underwear.
The next day, through tears and amidst the laughter of her family, she went to university.
I didn't even know my mother was coming home at noon. She was in our backyard watching dogs mating, butt to butt, while my sisters and the others were splashing water on them, having
a great time. Suddenly, I heard my mother's displeased voice behind me. "You're so old, yet you still act like a child!" I was startled. My face turned bright red, and I was too flustered
to speak .
In middle school, back then, it seemed there was no need to study so hard. Besides further fueling my desire for women and my sexual fantasies, I didn't learn anything else.
The first thing I found was the physiology textbook that older students gave to younger students, where I learned about menstruation and nocturnal emissions.
I remember one night an older student in my bed said he would help me ejaculate, and I actually let him use his hand to stroke my penis until it ached and I told him to
stop, but I still couldn't ejaculate. He said with some regret, "You're still not good enough, you haven't even grown any pubic hair yet." Looking back now, I was just really curious. After that, no other man
ever comforted my penis again, perhaps because of this experience, I didn't like masturbation. And so I repeated a grade.
I had my first nocturnal emission around winter vacation when I was about 14. When I woke up that night, I realized my shorts were soaking wet, so I threw them on the floor and changed into a new pair.
The next day at lunch, my mother told me to eat more, saying I was growing, and she piled a lot of food into my bowl, acting a little strange.
That summer, I graduated from junior high. My mother worked even harder, going to the fields early in the morning, returning home drenched in sweat, taking off her long sleeves and trousers, and
washing clothes after lunch. But I was fixated on my mother.
Under her thin, sweat-soaked undershirt, as she washed clothes, her bowl-shaped breasts jiggled, her large, dark nipples clearly visible,
and her large underwear swaying. My mother's wide buttocks came to mind again, arousing my desire to peek.
I sat opposite her, making small talk, wanting to see her genitals, but I couldn't stay too long or be too blatant, lest my mother suspect me.
My heart pounded, I was incredibly nervous. After several unsuccessful attempts, I gave up.
This summer, I enjoyed going to the mountains to herd cattle. Herding cattle was relatively easy, and the mating of bulls and cows also piqued my interest.
When a cow urinates, she raises her tail, revealing her dark, plump vulva. The urine sprays out like water from a pipe, and a bull will come to drink some.
It stretches its neck, and after the cow finishes urinating, it sticks out its tongue to lick the cow's vulva. Sometimes, I can even see the cow's labia forced apart, revealing bright red, and the bull
exposes its penis, preparing to mount the cow. But I have never seen a bull successfully mount a cow, which is unbelievable.
One day, while herding cattle on the mountain, several cows were resting on the grass. A cow, about a year old, was lying in a position that caused her labia to part
slightly, revealing bright red. My penis actually became erect.
There wasn't a soul in sight. I quietly approached her, stroking her back. Seeing no movement, I parted her labia wider with my left hand. It was very
wet. I slowly inserted my penis; it was a little hot. Soon, I felt blood rushing to my head, and my penis trembled inside the cow's vagina.
Just then, the cow suddenly stood up, still ejaculating into the air. Unexpectedly, I passed the entrance exam for the county high school. I was the first
person from the whole village to get into the county high school, and my parents and the whole family were overjoyed. Even more exciting was that I had a sore on my lower abdomen and buttocks. Back then in the countryside, we only used herbal poultices. My mother would
go to the fields, bring it home for lunch, and only after my two younger sisters had taken a nap would she have time to apply the poultice.
The first time she applied the poultice was very embarrassing because my pubic hair was almost up to my nipples. Urged by my mother, I had to pull down my shorts to the base of my penis, and
my mother squatted down to apply the poultice. At first, my mother's breathing was a little rapid, causing her pubic hair to flutter. Within minutes, my penis became hard and erect. My mother,
displeased , said she'd have to apply the medicine herself if it continued, and she was really angry.
I panicked and said I didn't know why it was like this. Seeing my honest attitude, she didn't say anything more. After applying the medicine, she came behind me, pulled down my
pants applied the medicine to my buttocks. After that, she pulled my shorts up. When my mother saw my penis still erect, she stared at me.
I blushed and said, "It's so hard and painful, I don't know if there's something wrong with me. I didn't mean to." My mother hesitated for a moment, then
pulled down my shorts again, and my hard penis sprang out, remaining erect.
My mother tucked it in with her hand, didn't say anything, went out and got a bowl of cold water for me to drink, then told me to inhale deeply. It softened after a short while. I said it didn't hurt anymore, and
my mother went about her business. It was better after less than a week of applying the medicine. Each time she applied the medicine, my mother's breathing became a little rapid.
Fortunately, my penis wasn't hard before applying the medicine, otherwise my mother would definitely have been angry. After applying the medicine, I would drink a bowl of cold water and then inhale deeply; my penis would soften quickly
. Later, my mother told me that I could stay erect for over fifteen minutes back then, and the girl I married was quite lucky. I teased her, asking why she said I was lucky
. She said that I could last twenty or thirty minutes during intercourse, how could I not be overjoyed?
That summer, because my mother had seen and touched my penis, I gradually began to expose myself to her more often without being scolded. I was more willing to do
farm work with my mother; she could have someone to talk to, and when I urinated while doing farm work, I didn't have to hide it from her. She would always glance at my penis, though
it wouldn't be erect then.
Once it was erect, and she looked angry. As long as it wasn't erect, I could change my shorts in front of her at home, and she would even talk to me. Later, I asked her
why she wasn't angry when it was erect. She said she didn't know. I guessed that it might remind her of sex, hence her anger. At that time, my mother was forty-one
, and my father wasn't often home, so seeing my penis, which had no sexual desire, was a kind of comfort.
My relationship with my mother became closer, and I felt more comfortable being myself around her. The county town is about ten miles from my home. At first, I lived at school and came home on Saturdays.
I went back to school on Sundays. By then, the college entrance exams had already begun. To give me more time to study, my mother found a man from our village who worked in the county
to help me find a small house to live in. She told me to focus on my studies and not to come home on weekends.
Every few days, my mother would come to the city to help me clean. If she found underwear that had been used for wet dreams, she would say, "Focus your energy on your studies, don't think about these things." I
would say no, and she would seem to be talking to herself, saying, "Don't think about this so much, take care of your health, study hard.
" She didn't seem angry when she said this, but she was always worried that I wouldn't get into university and would only be a farmer. During high school, all I knew was studying; sex
was never an issue. Of course, getting into university was a natural outcome; two years later, I became the first university student from my village.
That summer when I was 17, I had sex with my mother for the first time. After the college entrance exams, I felt completely broken, listless and dispirited. At that time, my younger sister,
parents , and I lived downstairs, while I lived upstairs alone. The other rooms upstairs were filled with miscellaneous items. Sometimes my mother would come upstairs to tidy up or fetch something.
A few days after the college entrance exam, my father came home. Seeing my listless appearance, he asked how the exam went. I said I didn't do well and might not pass. He
said if I didn't pass, I could study again for another year; as long as I worked hard, I could pass. This time, my father stayed home for a week, helping my mother with farm work. I
studied upstairs, and when I got tired, I would lie down on a bamboo mat in the upstairs hall.
By then, the rural areas had long since implemented the household responsibility system. During my father's stay, my parents worked together on the farm, and my mother took care of him, so she came upstairs less often and stayed
for shorter periods. Sometimes, seeing me studying but not paying attention, she would advise me to rest when I got tired.
Sometimes she would ask me to help them with farm work. I went once or twice, and seeing my parents cooperate so well made me happy. Most of the time, I
didn't want to go, so she would assign me small tasks.
One evening at dinner, Dad sat at the head of the table, Mom and I sat opposite him, and my two younger sisters sat opposite him. During the meal, Mom and Dad talked about
farm work. Then the topic turned to my college entrance exams. Mom said, "Since you feel you didn't do well on the exams, stay home and
study hard. If you really don't pass, you can go back to school . If you still can't pass by the time you're twenty-one or twenty-two, then come home and farm.
" My younger sister immediately said that Mom was being unfair; she and her sister had to do farm work every day, but her brother didn't have to, and he was even allowed to repeat grades. Mom smiled and said, "When you two
are about to take the college entrance exams, you won't have to do farm work anymore. Your brother is suffering the most now, don't compare yourself to him." She then put some food in my bowl, and I was so moved I almost
cried . I felt that Mom understood me best.
At that time, the only way to leave the countryside and work in the city was through education. In fact, Mom and Dad had high hopes for both of us siblings. The day after Dad left
, after lunch, I lay on a bamboo mat in the upstairs hall. The sun outside was blazing, making me want to sleep, but thankfully, people in the countryside have a habit of
taking afternoon naps .
I had barely lain down when Mom came upstairs wearing a vest and shorts, carrying a pear. I sat up, and Mom sat down on the mat facing the door. She
said, "Let's see if you're asleep. Eat this; Dad brought it back and specially saved one for me." I'm a grown-up now; how could I eat it all by myself?
I was about to get a knife to cut it and offer some to Mom. She said no, a pear isn't anything special. Seeing I still wouldn't eat it, she took a bite and handed it to me, saying, "
Eat it. "
While I was eating the pear, she said that people in the village always asked her if I had passed the college entrance exam. I asked her what she said, and she said, "Is it that easy to get into university? Nobody in the village
has passed yet.
It's good if you passed; if you didn't, you can study again." As we were talking, Mom said it was less tiring to talk while lying down, so she lay down to talk, while I remained seated. Mom was probably
too tired , and soon fell asleep. It had been many years since I'd seen Mom sleep like that. The thought of wanting to see Mom's genitals when I was 14 or 15 seemed to resurface
, but I never had the idea of having sex with her.
When Mom slept on her side, I could see most of her buttocks, dazzlingly white; when she slept on her back, I could see the top of her thighs, equally white; I wanted to see her genitals,
but I couldn't, so I gave up. Later, when I made love with Mom and touched her genitals, she asked about it, asking if I had peeked back then. I said
no , I first saw it when she was changing clothes.
I asked her why she was so tired and fell asleep upstairs. She said that if Dad came back for several days,
they would , and talk for a while. She didn't sleep well, and then she had to do farm work the next day. How could she not be tired?
The first time I saw Mom's genitals was almost a month after I received my university admission notice after my exams. Hearing this news made Mom incredibly happy,
and I started helping her with farm work again. When my younger sister wasn't around, I could finally urinate without worrying about Mom, though she would still just glance at me and
turn .
For the first few days, Mom and I talked endlessly. After lunch, I went to Mom's room and found her changing clothes, her underwear still on. When she saw
me come in, she seemed flustered and forgot to pull her underwear up. It took quite a while, but I could see clearly that the part covered by the underwear was really white, her pubic area was bulging, there wasn't much hair, and
I could see a slightly darker area.
When Mom realized what was happening, she turned around and pulled her underwear up. When she bent over, I could see that her pubic area was indeed very bulging. Mom
said in a slightly lewd voice, "You didn't even say anything when you came in."
I wanted to say something, but I just trembled and called out "Mom," not even realizing when she had finished dressing. Later, Mom told me that she
cried very hard that night. I asked why. I saw it, didn't I? I don't know why I didn't pull up my underwear for so long.
I asked her why she didn't seem to feel anything when she saw me, and she said maybe I was just a child. She was young then, and rarely thought about it. Sometimes,
after looking at me, she seemed to forget about it. I asked her why she didn't seem to have cried the next day, and why she still went to work in the fields with me. She said I was successful, and she
still had endless things to talk about with me. I already knew that I was her greatest achievement in life.
Perhaps knowing that she had been admitted to university had ignited her vitality and aroused her sexual desire. Back then in the countryside, you either couldn't arouse your sexual desire,
or you had to wait until you got married to stop suppressing it. Someone like me, whose aroused sexual desire would naturally accumulate in my genitals
, and I would have a wet dream that night.
The next day, while she was washing clothes, she told me not to think nonsense, saying that her mother was getting old, and that she would help me take care of my children after I graduated from university and got married. She
was worried something might happen between us, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon. That night, after my sister fell asleep, I went into my mother's room. She was lying in bed...
Seeing me come in, she asked, "Aren't you asleep yet?" I said I couldn't sleep, so I sat down on the edge of her bed. She said she was tired and wanted to sleep.
I quickly climbed on top of her and said, "I want to." My mother tried hard to pull me off, but after a few minutes of struggling , she couldn't. She firmly said
that this was incest and that I would be struck by lightning. I said no, it was superstition. I tried to pull down her shorts, but she grabbed them. She didn't make a scene, because the neighbors
would find out. We remained in this stalemate, and I knew I couldn't get her shorts down.
So I slipped one hand under her shorts and touched her genitals. Just as I was about to touch between her labia, she moved violently, so my hand stopped at her vulva.
We remained in this stalemate for a few more minutes. Then my mother said in a low voice, "How can you do this to your father? He earns money to send you to school, and you're cheating on him. Without your father's
money, would we have such a good life now? If you're so heartless, then I'll give myself to you." As she spoke, she broke down in tears, and my mother beneath me
trembled. By this time, his sexual desire had subsided, his penis had gone limp, and he left the unprotected body, feeling heavy all over as he returned upstairs.

[The End]

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