[My Mother's True Story]

My True Story with My Mother

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I was born in a small mountain village in the south. Less than a 10-minute walk from my home was a
small river ; as a child, I often bathed naked in it.

Beyond the river were high mountains covered with pine trees, miscellaneous trees, and grass, but no fruit trees of economic value.
As a child, I often herded cattle and gathered firewood on the mountains. At that time, it was a simple 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 eating and adults chatting. 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
eldest 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 in it when my father came home. So most of the time I slept with Mom and Min, except that instead of sleeping side-by-side with Mom
, I slept at the foot of her legs.

Later, Mom told me that while I was fast asleep, my little feet would often land 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 didn't know what to do. 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 she told me this, Mom and I were lying naked on our bed in our home in a southern city. It was
a summer afternoon, my wife was away on a business trip, and only Mom and I were at home. The curtains were drawn, and my 45-year-old mother
was lying flat on the bed, with a pillow under her buttocks and her legs spread in an M-shape.

I, 25, lay on my side next to my mother, my eyes fixed on her groin. Her mons pubis was full, with sparse pubic hair.
Her labia minora were elastic but hairless, and her labia minora were small and dark in color. Whenever my mother opened her legs,
her labia minora parted, and even her vaginal opening was already open; I didn't need to use my hands to open it. I inserted a finger into her
moist vagina, and my mother's buttocks swayed from side to side, her thighs opening and closing.
When I pulled my finger out, I noticed a thin thread connecting it to my finger at the vaginal opening.

I asked, "Did you think of putting my little feet directly on your lower body?" My mother, panting, said, "I didn't think of
that ." "You're already hard," my mother said, one hand grasping my erect penis, her lips
kissing the glans, feeling it covered in her saliva. She said breathlessly, "My hands are dirty, don't leave them in there
too long , hurry up if you're going to come." I knew my mother needed it, but I still couldn't feel
the tightness of her vagina, the way she so desperately needed the comfort of my penis. I quickly got up, straddled my mother, and my erect penis swiftly
entered her vagina.

My mother groaned, then began to sway her hips more vigorously from side to side, her lips searching for my mouth. When
my tongue entered her mouth, it was full of saliva, which soon
dribbled . When I was seven, my second sister, Xiu, was born, and I began sleeping alone in the outer room. At the time
, I didn't feel anything special, and I didn't even realize I was sleeping with my feet on my thighs.

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 naked in the pond with her. After washing the clothes, my mother called me to come home. When
I got out of the water, she hurriedly pulled me to her side, saying, "Your penis has been bitten by a leech without you even knowing it."
Looking the leech on my penis, which had shrunk considerably from being in the water for so long, I cried in fright.
My mother immediately pulled the leech off, and some blood flowed out. She gently squeezed the wound with her hand,
paused , and told me to put on my clothes and go home quickly. When we got home, Mom sucked on the wound on my penis and then
applied Tiger Balm to it every day.

A few days later, she asked if it still hurt. I said it didn't. Mom seemed unconvinced and gently pulled on my penis
until became slightly hard 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, and finally pulled them off. She laughed and grabbed my
penis. A short while later, she suddenly stopped laughing because my penis had grown bigger and harder in her hand. She
exclaimed, "My God! It's so big!" Her face turned red, and she covered her eyes with her hands. After she let go, she saw that
my penis was still erect and ran away. Looking back now, I realize that back then it was just that it could get hard and stand up;
how big could it be? It's 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 oil on a mountain ten miles away.
We got up too early, and there wasn't a soul in sight along the way. My mother was a little scared and followed closely behind me, pointing the way. I was
n't fully awake and tripped and fell several times on the first stretch of the mountain path. When we were almost at the camellia oil mountain, it was getting a little light, and I needed
to pee. My mother said, "Just pee." Perhaps because my mother was following closely behind, I couldn't pee. My mother urged me
once more, and then I peed a large amount.

After walking a few steps, my mother also needed to pee. I didn't stop, but I slowed my pace. My mother said, "Didn't you hear me?
Stop for a moment." I had to stop. Mom went to the roadside, less than two steps away from me, and with the sound of her unbuckling her belt, she started to
urinate. In the quiet moment, at first only the soft "whoosh" of her urination could be heard, but then
the "whoosh" 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. The image of her wide, snow-white buttocks and the "whoosh" of her urination has remained etched 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 days.

At that time, it was customary in rural areas to have a chamber pot in the house for nighttime urination.

Perhaps before, I was usually asleep when Mom urinated; perhaps I had grown accustomed to Mom urinating...
I have no recollection of the occasional urinating sound I heard. Ever since I started picking oil tea, I would listen to my mother
urinate before I could fall asleep, it had almost become a habit. So, one night when my father was home, I heard
my mother panting and saying that she was hard, had she found it? At that time, I didn't think that this was intercourse or making love, and
I drifted off to sleep.

The summer when I was 12 was quite stressful, mainly because I was worried about whether I could go to junior high school. After the exams, I did some housework
during the day such as 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 running around, would usually come to my house to chat with my mother after dinner. One evening after dinner
, she was chatting with my mother in my living room. She was a gossipy woman, fond of talking about everyone else's business.

She said, "Do you know why Uncle Wu took a hoe to beat his eldest son 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's not me, it's Fifth Uncle," 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 'flowers' on her genitals?"
Mom still didn't believe it.

"Flowers? I don't believe there's anything interesting about that. Yun's genitals are itchy, aren't you?" Ying
panted heavily , her voice loud, and I could imagine Ying's two big breasts bouncing up and down. "No, it's
your genitals that are itchy," Mom said, only then remembering I was in the house. "Keep your voice down, my son is in the house."
Ying chattered for a while and then left. I was 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 laid out a straw mat in the living room.
My two younger sisters and the neighbor's five-year-old girl played on it. 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 smelled my index finger;
there was no odor. At the time, we were doing it secretly, without any thoughts of intercourse. Otherwise, it
would have been troublesome if she told our parents, and I hadn't thought about any of that. I didn't even know when my mother came home at noon. She was watching
dogs mating in our backyard, butt to butt, while my sisters and the others were pouring 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. I

went to middle school, but in those days, it seemed there was no need to study so hard. Besides further fueling
my desire and my sexual fantasies, I didn't learn anything else. The first thing I found was
the physiology I learned about menstruation, nocturnal emissions, and other such things.

I remember one night an older student in my bed said he would help me ejaculate. I actually let him use his glove
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 not good enough yet, you
haven't even grown any pubic hair." Looking back now, I was just really curious. After that, no other guy ever stroked my penis again.
Perhaps I didn't like masturbation. That's how I repeated a grade.

I had my first nocturnal emission around the winter vacation when I was about 14. When I woke up that night, I realized my shorts were 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,
that I was growing, and she put a lot of food in my bowl, looking a little strange.

In the summer when I was 15, I graduated from junior high school. My mother worked even harder, going to work in the fields very early,
returning home covered in sweat, taking off her long clothes and trousers, eating lunch, and then washing clothes. But I had my eye on my mother.

In the sweat-soaked thin shirt, as she washed clothes, a pair of bowl-shaped breasts jiggled, their
large, dark nipples clearly visible, and her large underwear swayed. My mother's wide buttocks reappeared before
my eyes, arousing a desire to peek.

I sat opposite her, making small talk, wanting to see her genitals, but I couldn't linger 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.

That summer, I preferred to go to the mountains to herd cattle; it 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. A bull will then come to drink some, stretching its neck.
After the cow finishes urinating, the bull will lick her vulva with its tongue. Sometimes, you can even see the cow's labia forced apart,
revealing bright red. The bull will expose its penis, preparing to mount the cow. But I've never seen a bull successfully
mount a cow; it's unbelievable.

One day, while herding cattle on the mountain, several cows were resting on the grass. One cow, about a year old, had
her labia slightly parted due to her position, revealing bright red. My penis became erect. Seeing
no one around, I quietly approached her, stroking her back. Seeing no movement, I used my left hand to spread
her labia wider. 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.

At that moment, 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 that 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 out to do farm work, bring the poultice home at
lunchtime , and only after my two younger sisters had taken a nap would she have time to apply it.

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 she squatted down to apply the poultice. At first, her breathing was a little rapid,
causing my pubic hair to flutter. Within minutes, my penis became hard and erect. My mother said unhappily, "If you keep doing this
, you can apply it yourself," she was really angry.

I was extremely anxious and said I didn't know why this happened. Seeing my honest attitude, she didn't say
anything more. After applying the poultice, she came behind me, pulled down my pants, and applied the poultice to my buttocks. After applying the medicine, she pulled up my
shorts . When Mom saw my penis was still erect, she stared at me. I blushed furiously and said, "It..."
"It's so hard and it hurts so much, I don't know if there's something wrong with me. I didn't mean to." Mom hesitated for a moment, then
pulled down my shorts again, and my hard penis sprang out, remaining erect.

Mom tucked it in with her hand, didn't say anything, and went out to get a bowl of cold water for me to drink, then told me to inhale, and
it went soft after a short while. I said it didn't hurt anymore, and Mom went about her business. It was better after less than a week of applying the medicine.
Each time she applied the medicine, Mom's breathing was a little rapid at first. Fortunately,

my penis wasn't hard before applying the medicine, otherwise Mom would definitely be angry. After applying the medicine, I would drink a bowl of cold water,
then inhale, and my penis would go soft after a short while. Later, Mom told me that I could stay hard for more than 15 minutes back then, and
the girl who married me was quite lucky.

At the time, I teased Mom, saying, "Why do you say it's quite lucky?" Mom said, "If we can last 20 or 30 minutes during intercourse,
how could I not be happy?" This summer, because Mom had seen and touched my penis, I gradually
began to expose myself to her more often without being scolded. I preferred doing farm work with my mother. She could have someone to talk to, and I
could urinate without her noticing. 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 underwear in front of her at home, and she would 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 an erection 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 wasn't intended for sex, was a kind of comfort.

My relationship with my mother became closer; I could be more open with her. The county town was ten miles from my home.
At first, I lived at school, going home on Saturdays and returning to school on Sundays. University entrance exams had already begun,
and to give me more time to study, my mother found someone from the same village who worked in the county to help
me find a small house to live in, telling me to focus on my studies and not come home on weekends.

Every few days, Mom would come to the city to help me clean. If she washed my underwear that had been used for nocturnal emissions, 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 end up as a farmer. During high school, all I knew was studying; sex was never an issue. Of course, getting into
university was a natural outcome, and two years later I became the first university student in my village.

That summer when I was 17, I had sex with Mom for the first time. After the college entrance exam, I felt
completely , listless.

At that time, my sister, parents, and I lived downstairs, and I lived alone upstairs. The other rooms upstairs were filled with
miscellaneous items , and sometimes Mom would come upstairs to tidy up or get something. A few days after the college entrance exam, Dad came home. He
saw how listless I looked and asked how the exam went. I said I didn't do well and probably wouldn't get in. He said if
I didn't pass the exam , I could study again for another year; as long as I worked hard, I could pass. Dad stayed home for a week this time,
helping Mom with farm work. I studied upstairs, and when I got tired, I would lie down on a bamboo mat in the living room.

Back then, the rural areas had long since implemented the household responsibility system. During Dad's stay, Mom and Dad worked together on the farm, and Mom 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 how cooperative they were 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 dinner, Mom and Dad talked about farm work.

Then the conversation turned to my college entrance exams. Mom said that since I felt I hadn't done well, I should stay home and study hard.
If really didn't pass, I could go back to school. If I still couldn't pass by the time I was twenty-one or twenty-two, I
could come home and farm. My younger sister 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."
After saying that, she put some food in my bowl, and I was so moved that I almost cried. I felt that Mom understood
me best. At that time, the only way to get out of the countryside and work in the city was through education. In fact, my parents
had high hopes for both my brother and me. The day after Dad passed away, after lunch, I
lay . The sun outside was blazing, making me want to sleep. Fortunately, people in the countryside also had the habit of taking afternoon naps in the summer.
I had just lain down when Mom came in wearing a vest and shorts, carrying a pear. I sat up, and Mom
sat down on the bamboo mat facing the door. She said she wanted to see if I was asleep and offered me the pear, saying Dad had 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 how she answered, and she said, "Is it that easy to get into university? No one in the village has passed yet.

It's good if you pass; if you don't, you can study again." As she spoke, Mom said it was easier to talk while lying down, so she lay down
to talk, while I remained sitting. Mom was probably too tired, and soon fell asleep. It had been many years since I'd seen my mother sleep
like this . When I was 14 or 15, the urge to see her genitals seemed to resurface, but I never
considered having sex with her. When she slept on her side, I could see most of her buttocks, dazzlingly white; when she slept on her back
, I could see her inner thighs, equally white; I wanted to see her genitals, but I couldn't, so I gave up. Later,
when we made love, and I was caressing her genitals, she asked about it, asking if I'd peeked. 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 if my father came back for several days, he'd sleep with me the night
he returned and the night before he left, and talk for a while. She didn't sleep well, and then had to
do farm work the next day—how could she not be tired? The first time I saw my mother's genitals was almost a month
after I received my university acceptance letter. My mother was overjoyed when she heard the news, and I started doing farm work with her again.
When my sister wasn't around, I could pee without having to hide it from my mom. But every time, she would just glance at me and then turn away
.

For the first few days, Mom and I had endless things to talk about. After lunch, I went to Mom's room and found her
changing clothes ; her underwear wasn't on yet.

When Mom saw me come in, she seemed flustered and forgot to pull her underwear up. It took quite a while. 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 the slightly darker
part of her pubic 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 was so upset.

I wanted to say something, but I just trembled and called out "Mom," not even
realizing when she had put her clothes on. Later, Mom told me that she cried very sadly that night. I asked why. "Because I saw it," she said. "I don't
know why I didn't pull my underwear up for so long."

I asked her why she didn't seem to feel anything when she saw me. She said, "Maybe it's because I'm a child." She was young then,
and rarely thought about it. Sometimes, after glancing at you, she seemed to forget about it. I asked her
why and 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 I was her greatest achievement. Perhaps knowing she had been admitted to university
ignited her vitality, and her sexual desire intensified. Back then in the countryside, one either couldn't arouse sexual desire or
had to wait until marriage to release it.

For someone like me, aroused sexual desire naturally manifested in my genitals
, constantly surfacing, and I ejaculated that night.

The next day, while she was washing clothes, she told me not to overthink things, saying that Mom was getting old and that she would help me take care of my children after I
graduated got married. At that time, she was worried that something might happen between us, but she didn't expect it to happen so
quickly. That night, after my sister fell asleep, I went into Mom's room. She was lying in bed, and when I came in, she asked,
"Aren't you going to sleep?" I said I couldn't sleep, so I sat down beside her bed. She said she was tired and wanted to sleep.

I quickly climbed on top of her and said, "I want to." Mom tried hard to pull me off, but after
a few minutes
, 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, and then Mom 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 sobs, and
my mother beneath me trembled violently. At this point, my sexual desire vanished, my penis went limp, and I left her unprotected
body, feeling heavy as I returned upstairs.

The next day, Mom went out to do farm work as usual. She called me downstairs for lunch, but I didn't come down. She called me again
for dinner , but I didn't eat. Before bed, she brought me two poached eggs, but I didn't dare look at her. A few days
later, my relationship with Mom improved, and I started helping her with some farm work. Later, I learned that I had cried every night
thinking about . Mom really liked me; she started chatting with me again at night, saying that so-and-so had seen her and said she
was so lucky to have such a successful son. She seemed relaxed again while working outside. Less than a week later,
I had sex with Mom. That night, it was our turn to water the fields; when I wasn't home, my sister usually went with her.

When I was in high school, I rarely went home. If we did, I would go with Mom. Actually, there wasn't much
to do, but Mom was timid and needed someone to accompany her. By the time the previous family finished watering, it was already past nine o'clock at night, and everyone
in the village was asleep. We were the last family to water their fields that night, so we went half an hour later. I carried the shovel, and Mom
carried the tarpaulin so we'd have a place to sit while watering. When we got to our field,
she spread the tarpaulin in an open space, told me to sit down, and went to finish the irrigation ditch. It was always like this, but now it was my turn to work on the ditch, so Mom had to follow
behind me. Soon, we were sitting on the tarpaulin, checking the ditch every half hour to see if any
parts had collapsed. At that moment, I looked at the stars in the sky, felt a gentle breeze, and heard the insects chirping incessantly; I thought the environment was wonderful. Mom
said she didn't feel the environment was wonderful, and I said maybe she wasn't in the mood to appreciate it. Then, she talked about
things from before she got married.

Because the tarpaulin was too small, Mom and my thighs touched. Mom touched my thigh and said it
was a little cool at night, but it would be very comfortable in the summer. I casually placed my hand on Mom's thigh; it
felt , but I dared not move it. After a while, I slightly moved my hand on her thigh, and Mom
grabbed it with one hand, making it almost impossible for me to move. We talked about the night I climbed on top of her, and she said
it had saddened her for days, making her think I was a heartless person. "

You've studied so much, how can you be so unreasonable?" she said. She said she
would find , and I would come back to work there after graduation. As we talked, my penis became erect. I suddenly pressed Mom
down and reached for her shorts. She struggled violently and cursed at me. But in the end, I managed to pull her
shorts down, my penis pressing against her thigh, unable to penetrate. Unconsciously, Mom guided my
penis with her hand and inserted it into her vagina. Mom lay flat on her back, legs spread, and I lay on top of her. My mind went completely
blank at the time. It's funny to think about it now; I didn't even realize my penis was moving back and forth inside my mother's vagina. I was probably too excited, and
I ejaculated quickly. After my penis went soft, my mother started talking. She used her underwear to wipe my penis clean,
then spread her thighs and wiped away the semen that had flowed from her vagina.

Then she sat down again, tears streaming down her face
, saying, "How can we live with ourselves if others find out about our incest? What will happen if your father finds out?" It took her half an hour to calm down. She said she could never do this again, that the incest wasn't
my fault, but hers. Later, when I made love with my mother, I asked her why she had guided my penis
inside . She said, somewhat embarrassed, "You're heartless to ask such a question. As soon as I received the acceptance letter, I thought about
having sex with her because she saw how much I was suffering. You're capable, but you didn't do this right."

For the next two days, my mother became cold towards me, refusing to look me in the eye. I could only keep my distance from her;
the excitement had vanished. On the third day, Dad came back. Looking at himself, he felt guilty and had a deep sense of remorse.

During the meal, he didn't even look up. While eating, Dad said Mom had lost a lot of weight these past few days, and I should help her with more
chores. I said okay, and Mom put some food on my plate, smiling and saying she'd done quite a bit. That made
me feel lighter. After my afternoon nap, I did farm work with them, and
the . Dad only stayed three days at home this time before leaving again. The night he left, I tried to touch her buttocks,
but she blocked me with her hand.

The second 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 her genitals outside her shorts, 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 entered, Mom's buttocks swayed from side to side, and she quickly became breathless. I was also extremely
excited and ejaculated quickly. Soon I noticed that Mom's lower body was sticky and grimy. She told me not to move. Mom placed
her hands on my back, and tears streamed down my face. Mom said not to cry, that things were already like this.
We chatted like this, 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 she couldn't sleep with me last night. As soon as she heard that Dad had slept with her,
my penis automatically hardened inside her vagina. Mom asked how it could harden inside. I said I didn't know.
Mom said not to be afraid now, not to be too hasty. 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
very 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 still inside Mom's vagina, her buttocks swayed from side to side. Suddenly, her lips met mine,
and she bit my tongue, her whole body tense and motionless. Then, she gasped, and her body
went limp. My tongue was still a little sore, and I said, "Mom, why did you bite my tongue so hard?" Mom didn't say anything,
just hugged me tightly. Then she asked if mine was still hard, and I said no. She said not to avoid it, it would hurt
her body . Mom said her lower body was too sticky, and she wiped it with her shorts.

I thrust in and out of Mom's vagina again, and soon, Mom let out an "Ah," her lips met mine, and
she bit my tongue, her whole body tense and motionless. 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 down, you
're tiring me out." I lay on my side next to her, wanting to touch her lower body, but she said not to, her 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
was hard again. I placed my penis in Mom's hand, and she exclaimed in surprise, "How can you still be hard? You're still young;
you need to be careful with your health in the future." Then she lay down, spread her legs, and I climbed on top of Mom again, and we did it again.
This time it probably lasted over 20 minutes, mostly forceful thrusting, much more powerful.
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 shone with happiness. This time, the memory of
sex is very vivid; even now, I remember the details clearly. For the next two weeks,
we did it 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'll be going back
to school in a week. Dad will be back in two days. That night, I made love with Mom again, and she seemed even more excited. She even said some lewd
things, saying how hard I was, and how I could last so long at such a young age.

The second time we made love, 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.
Making love with Mom during this time made me realize that making love with someone you love is a very good thing. After we finished this time,
Mom said to drink less alcohol in the future, because it would be terrible if you 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 that
my parents were going to make love that night,
and I didn't feel anything else, just an emptiness inside. 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 after sleeping with your dad last night, 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 resisted my parents' lovemaking again.

My university was in a provincial capital 500 miles away. On my first day of school, an uncle from my village treated my family
to lunch. After lunch, Mom said she and I should go home to tidy 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
to see vagina, but she wouldn't allow it, instead clamping her legs tightly together. I had no choice but to lie back down next to her. She said, "If you want to
, just do it; we have a lot to do." We did the same old thing: either I was thrusting in and out, or
Mom 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 , we did it again, and she bit my tongue again, and then I ejaculated. After we finished, Mom rested for a
while and seemed more energetic. Then she started tidying up. When she was almost done, I stroked Mom's
buttocks again. Mom said, "You wanted to again," and we went back to my room. I climbed onto Mom's body after taking off only my underwear. 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 the door to go to our uncle's house for dinner. Mom quickly sat up, her semen spilling onto the bed, and without even wiping
herself, she put her underwear back on.

The next day, through tears and amidst the laughter of her family, she went to university.

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