The love between mother and child in the jungle (01-03)

(I)

A small plane, billowing thick smoke, struggled toward the ground. On board were a man and a woman. The man was
struggling to control the plane while shouting to the woman in the co-pilot's seat: "Jump! ...
Hurry ... It's out of control!..."

The woman was terrified, tears streaming down her face. "No... there's only... one... parachute..."
The man pulled the nose of the plane upward with all his might. The plane's engine emitted a piercing scream as it struggled to rise slightly. Taking advantage of this
opening, the man skillfully strapped the parachute behind the co-pilot's seat to the woman, opened the cabin door, and
pushed the woman out with one hand. "Xianglan, take care..."

The plane struggled a few times at the man's shouts, then plunged downward again, drawing a black line across the sky
before finally crashing in the distance. The woman, gazing at the thick smoke rising on the horizon, let out a heart-wrenching
scream before fainting. A parachute carrying the unconscious woman drifted slowly in the wind, the ground stretching to the endless primeval
jungle…

Eighteen years later…

In a clearing deep within the dim jungle, a thatched hut stood. From the hut emerged a woman dressed in animal skins—Xianglan, who
had parachuted to safety eighteen years prior. After the jump, the dense jungle blocked out her
chance of rescue, but driven by a will to survive, she tenaciously lived, even giving birth to her son (
she was three months pregnant at the time of the jump). Eighteen years of living in the jungle had transformed her into a resolute and courageous woman.

Xianglan stepped out of the hut and followed a path to a small pond. “Siqiang, time to eat!”

she called to the boy in the pond.

“Okay, Mom,”

the boy stood up from the water and walked naked. Seventeen years old, his childhood in the jungle had
given a strong, muscular physique, and a childlike smile still lingered on his handsome face. Water dripped from him. “Hey!
Watch out!” he shouted, splashing water forcefully at Xianglan. In that instant, Xianglan froze.
She felt as if she were standing on the beach, a boy laughing and splashing water at her. Her heart pounded.

“Splash!” Cool water hit her face, jolting her awake. “Siqiang!” she snapped angrily. The boy immediately
stopped smiling and walked to the shore. “Mom, I’m sorry, I was just playing around…”

“Why do you always…” Xianglan then noticed her son standing naked before her,
water droplets , an uneasy look on his angular face. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat again. She quickly turned
away. “Never mind, let’s get dressed and go home.” With that, she hurriedly walked back. Siqiang quickly put on his leather shorts and
followed her home.

After dinner, Xianglan and her son resumed their cheerful conversation. Siqiang recounted the day's hunt and his experiences in
the jungle . Then they went to sleep. Soon, Siqiang began snoring next door, but Xianglan
couldn't fall asleep. Her son's stories kept replaying in her mind: "Doudou's friend has another little monkey, it's really clever," "Doudou bullied
its friend again," and so on.

Doudou was the little male monkey they had rescued years ago, Doudou's so-called friend was the little female monkey, and "bullying" meant the male
and female monkeys mating. These were the vague
answers . Now, her son was older and had developed a vague interest in the primitive act of procreation. In this
primitive jungle where only she and her son were, it was a rather difficult problem for Xianglan. What would Siqiang
do in the future? Besides, today when she saw Siqiang splashing water, she almost mistook him for her deceased husband.

She was restless and couldn't sleep. The hot, humid temperature made her sweat profusely. She quietly
got up and went to check on Siqiang. She found him fast asleep, also covered in sweat. She gently
wiped the sweat from his body with a cloth. Suddenly, in the moonlight, she saw a bulge in Siqiang's lower body, stretching his leather shorts taut
. Her face flushed red, and she quickly went outside.

Even outside, her heart was still pounding. She went to the pool where her son bathed, took off her leather corset and
shorts. Years of living in the jungle had given her an exceptionally full and healthy figure, with chestnut skin, full
breasts, and buttocks.

She stepped into the water, the cool water soothing her skin. She splashed water with her hands, her body
shimmering alluringly in the water. As her hand inadvertently brushed against her chest, a strange
sensation , like a gentle stream flowing through her body, seemingly awakening something dormant deep within.
Startled, it slowly grew and spread, becoming a continuous mass throughout her body.

Her breathing quickened, and her hand seemed guided back to her chest. As it gently traced
the curves of her breasts, she felt them swell, her nipples erect in the water. When it reached her nipples,
"Ah!..." A shiver ran through her body; the mass within her body transformed into a net,
tightly enveloping her.

She stiffened, "What's happening..." Her mind blurred, her hands
kneading her breasts incessantly, her middle finger pressing up and down on her hard nipples. "Ah...ah...oh..." Pleasant
sounds escaped her lips with her rapid breathing, while her legs involuntarily tightened, pressing
against each other . Her legs felt weak, and she returned to the shore, lying down on the soft grass. Her hands continued
to squeeze and knead her swollen breasts. "Ah...oh...mmm..." Her eyes were half-closed, lost in pleasure.

Finally, a hand moved down from her burning breasts, past her lower abdomen, to the grass between her legs.
The dark, thick grass was glistening with dew, and the vulva within was writhing and glistening with moisture. Her
fingers parted the grass, touching the vulva. "Oh!..." Her body immediately arched, as if chasing
the fingers.

The fingers continued to caress the entrance, her body trembling. Suddenly, "Ah!" she
cried , her head snapping back. Her fingers stopped at the protrusion at the entrance. "That's it!"
The desire that had been forgotten for years was finally fully awakened within her.

Her mind went blank. Her fingers rubbed incessantly on her erect clitoris, her body twisting and turning.
"Ah!...Ah!...Ah!..." The movements of her fingers grew more intense, waves of pleasure crashing against her brain like
surging tides. Her other hand simultaneously rubbed her breasts vigorously.

"Ah!...Ah!...Ah!...Faster!...Faster!...Ah! Ah!..." she murmured.
Glistening nectar gushed from the opening, "Ah!...Ah!...Ah!...Ah!..."
The honeyed cave turned pink from the engorgement and rubbing, "Ah!...Ah!"

Her fingers parted the honeyed cave, exploring inside. The cave was already overflowing with lustful fluids, and the entry of her fingers further
stimulated her nerves. Her consciousness seemed to have vanished; her fingers stirred incessantly inside, the lustful fluids flowing down her thighs
and onto the grass, "Ah!... ...

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