[Village Chaos][Full Text]

Village Chaos

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Word Count: 19580 words
Chapters: 11 chapters in total

1 <

I looked at my watch, it was almost nine o'clock. I put away the novel, picked up a math book, and pretended to study. To be honest,
the first year of high school courses were very easy for me. Even without studying hard, I could still do very well on the exams.

I was born in a quiet and poor little mountain village. My parents are my father and mother, and I have a younger
sister
than me. My father was very smart, but unfortunately, due to his family background, he didn't have much opportunity to study. However, he didn't complain much. He placed all his hopes on his children.
Fortunately, I inherited his intelligence and always did well in school. My mother was illiterate. She was quite pretty and had a good figure
, but she had a long scar on her neck from when she was a child and had been scalded with boiling water. But then again, without that
scar, she wouldn't have married my father, and naturally, I wouldn't exist, and this story wouldn't exist.

My mother was a woman of few words, always focused on her work and never making decisions. I didn't talk to her much either;
the most she ever said to me was, "Time to eat," and all I ever did was call her "Mom" when we met.

Just after 9 a.m., my mother came in with a washbasin tucked inside. People in the countryside don't knock. While I was washing my face,
she took out my foot bath from under the bed. After I finished, she poured most of the hot water from the washbasin into the foot bath.
While I soaked my feet, she bent down and started taking off her own 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 own pants, and climbed on top of her, starting to do it like a dog.

My little brother easily slipped into my mother's vagina. Her vagina was very slippery, but I knew
it wasn't her vaginal fluid but cooking oil from our house. 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 she remained motionless and silently endured my thrusts
without making a sound.

After about 10 minutes, I ejaculated. I got off my mother, and as usual, she used the
remaining to clean my little brother, washed herself, cleaned away the semen I had left inside her,
put on her pants and shoes, poured the water out the window, closed the door, and quietly left.

For

over three months, this had been the same every night. I had 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 felt no fear at all. However, the first thing my mother did every time she came in
was to close and lock the door, even though my father had never entered my room at night.

Aside from a few words exchanged the first time I made love to my mother six months ago, we've never spoken since. Every time
is like a silent movie, a daily repetition of yesterday's story.

Born into such a poor family—a father called a "landlord's son," a
mother with a finger-thick, tree-root-like scar on her neck, and a younger sister who's going through three years of first grade—my
introverted . I speak very little and walk with my head down.

My relationship with my mother was initially 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 never thought about understanding her before, but after we had that relationship, I had some doubts and curiosity,
like why my mother could make love to me every day—didn't she have her period? Why had I never experienced it?

But I could never bring myself to ask, and ultimately, everything remained bottled up inside, leaving only the mechanical thrusting every night.

Most of my classmates matured earlier than me; some even started masturbating in the first year of junior high. I was a late bloomer, and
my maturity came late but intensely. 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 was a bit far from the county seat, but it was surrounded by mountains and had a very quiet environment. I think that's why
the best private high school in our area was located there. Getting into this school was like escaping rural
life. Honestly, that was the happiest summer of my life.

Rural people are really short-sighted. I've always had excellent grades since I was little, and getting into university wasn't a problem for me.
But most of the villagers looked down on me and my family until I got into this high school, which supposedly had a 100%
university admission rate. When the teachers 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 become a high-ranking official or become very wealthy, the villagers started to look at my family differently.

3.

My younger sister was really slow-witted. She couldn't continue her studies 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 cows, 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 were lazy. Girls were
generally not allowed to go to school and were forced to help with farm work, including herding cattle.

There were eight cows in the village, which were originally herded by seven girls and one boy. The boy was my uncle's son,
named Huzi. 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. He was simple-minded but physically strong.

When I was little, my relationship with this cousin was pretty good. Although we all came from the same ancestor in our village,
the others were separated by many generations. The only close relatives in the village were my uncle. But after I started junior high, I rarely
saw Hu Zi anymore. Everyone in the village called me a bookworm. After school, I would just 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 cattle, I naturally went with Hu Zi. My father had already told my uncle to have Hu Zi keep an eye on things for me. Herding cattle
in the mountains is different from other places. We would eat breakfast, take lunch with us, and leave until sunset
before returning to the village, chopping firewood and gathering grass for the pigs along the way.

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 have any more
. Tiger had never been to school; he was raised to herd cattle, and the girls he herded with had changed several times.

Once the cattle were in the woods, Tiger would get busy, helping one chop firewood,
another 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 didn't hold back 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 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 , 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 help them. 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. What
I said to them was just empty talk, meant to make them happy and 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 dream, using my future power and money to help them envision 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 say something, so
I told Feng 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 some were feeding it grass. They were all helping Tiger
rape my poor heifer.

I was truly shocked 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 dare he! 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 was going home first, and asked her to help me get back later. Feng nodded

.

When I got home, I couldn't calm down. My mind was full of images of Hu Zi raping my little cow.
I was so hot and bothered. My little brother was as hard as a stick. It felt so good to touch. My mind was filled with
one thought: rape my cow. I couldn't get rid of it, like I was bewitched.

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 .

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 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 burst in, tears streaming down her face. She, who had been talking incessantly, was speechless when she saw me,
hesitating before finally kneeling before me. I was at a loss for words. After a long pause, I finally spoke, "Don't worry
, I won't do anything foolish."

Hearing this, my mother looked up, and I nodded firmly. Only then did I realize that my
penis was still hard, pressing against my crotch. My mother looked up, and it was right above her eyes.

She noticed, paused, 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 entering the room. 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 my mother like a heifer.

I don't know why my mother did this, but one thing I understand is that if I don't do it once, she
won't be truly at ease. If I don't do it, she'll feel ashamed as she did when I was first discovered. In fact, I
really wanted to do it too. The lust was so intense that I'd want to thrust even if there was 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 into my mother like I was fucking a heifer.

"Ah!" My mother and I both cried out in pain. My mother wasn't wet; her vagina was dry.

I stopped, and my mother whispered two words: "Wait a minute." After saying that, my mother got out of bed, naked, and ran out.
A little while later, my mother came back naked, lying down as before. This time, I saw that my mother's vagina was full and
slippery, and I thrust inside.

Each time I thrust deeply and forcefully, but my mother never made a sound, just like
every time . I lasted a long time; it was my first time, and 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.

Afterwards, my mother even brought hot water to help me wash myself clean before leaving.

5

The next day, I went to herd cattle again, but my mindset was completely different.

Feng asked me about yesterday's events, and I said I'd thought it through. As long as Tiger liked it, I didn't mind.

Unexpectedly, Feng asked me if I dared to sleep with a cow. I said what would happen if I did, and she said that if I did, I
could do whatever I wanted.

Now I'm a bit more experienced, and I had already sensed something was off about these cowherds, so I
used nonsense to coax Feng. I told Feng that for her sake, I would sleep with a cow, or even a dog. I wanted her to be my
woman , and I would let her agree to sleep with me whenever I wanted.

Unexpectedly, those few words moved Feng deeply. She proactively pulled me into the woods, then
snuggled into my arms. I hugged and kissed her, but she was only 13. Although impulsive, I
still had some sense. I couldn't do it with her, but I couldn't help it. She was even more unable to control herself than I was. Seeing that I didn't move,
she took off all her clothes and eagerly pulled out my penis, inserting it into her incredibly wet vagina.

She told me to thrust into her, saying it wouldn't matter if I ejaculated inside her. I could tell she was very experienced and cooperative. At this
point, I couldn't care less. I thrust into her wildly. She was completely different from her mother, moaning loudly,
not caring if anyone heard.

Soon after, I heard laughter behind me. I turned around and saw Tiger and the others surrounding us, watching. Feng
acted as if nothing was wrong, telling me not to stop and not to pay attention to them.

I guessed right. Feng dared to moan like that because she wasn't afraid of Tiger and the others finding out. Why wasn't she afraid? They must
have all done it together, my God! If that's true, then all the girls in the village who herded cattle with Tiger
have slept with him? If that's the case, then my sister too!!!

Sure enough, seeing that I was getting into it, Tiger grabbed a six-year-old girl and started having sex with her. His penis
was much thicker than mine, and it went all the way in at once. The little girl was all smiles, showing no
sign . It's clear they've done it countless times.

I only lasted a few minutes with Feng before she went limp and told me she'd come and needed to rest. Then she called over her
best friend, Hua, who was only ten years old.

"Sister's tired, you play with brother for a while," Hua said, nodding happily and taking off her clothes.

She had no pubic hair, but it was still very wet, and it was easy to insert the whole thing. The others
eagerly joined in, vying to have sex with me.

Tiger had somehow ended up on top of Feng, and Feng held him tightly. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, and
Feng soon reached orgasm. Among the girls here, only Feng had an orgasm; the others said they felt good but didn't. Feng
explained that women only have orgasms after childbirth, and the others were still young and hadn't finished their postpartum period, but I didn't know if that was true or
not.

I had never talked to Feng before; even when we met in the village, I would just walk by with my head down, ignoring her.
I never expected that our relationship would suddenly become so close these past two days. I found that we actually got along very well. Feng
didn't mind me sleeping with other girls at all, and she liked it when I held her and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
I praised her and said I wanted to marry her.

I didn't know if she took it seriously, but I knew she was happy to hear it. She said she was closest to my sister,
that my sister had been with Tiger for many years, and that Tiger didn't really like sleeping with my sister. She even asked if I wanted to sleep with my sister. I
didn't want to; I didn't like my silly sister, but at that moment, I just went along with Feng and said I did.

She said she went to tell my sister that my sister would definitely do it with me, and then she lowered her head and said, "It's okay for the family to do it together,
as long as everyone is happy."

I said I knew, actually you and your family have done it too, that's my guess. I feel that Feng's dad, who's
so good to Feng, must be... [the text abruptly cuts off here, likely due to an incomplete translation or source material]. Feng didn't object, she just asked if I would look down on her. I told her

what

I'd said to her yesterday: "If you like someone, you like them. Feng is a good person." I told her that life is unpredictable,
good and bad are hard to distinguish. I said if she wasn't good to her family, she wouldn't be good to Hu Zi either, then what's the fun in herding cattle
, and naturally she wouldn't be good to me either.

I said that while I couldn't guarantee anything, at least our relationship had opened up many possibilities for the future, and she
had genuinely experienced a lot of happiness. If none of this had happened, she might have lived like a village girl, spending her life with an honest
man, perhaps never even knowing what an orgasm was, dying old in the mountains like her mother.

I said, "If you like someone, you like them. There are gains and losses. Which do you prefer?" Feng didn't pause. Hu Zi
came over again. This guy was really good at this. Feng cooperated well, but her eyes were fixed on me, and she held me very tightly. After a while, she
climaxed, her body going limp in my arms. I gently said to her, "Be good to your family. I hope you can happily
wait for me to come and marry you." Feng sighed weakly.

No one knows how many girls Hu Zi had been with. Children have their own rules. Most of the girls who followed Hu Zi
to herd cattle knew this would be the outcome. Many experienced cowherds would tell
their successors to choose for themselves. Tiger never spoke carelessly and was always helpful. Following him meant daily good food, and he had
a group of girls who acted as gossips for him. Without his help, they could herd cattle alone. These uneducated girls
were irresistible, and eventually all fell for Tiger. I was just reaping the benefits.

Later, I learned that besides Feng and her father, several girls were also involved with their own
brothers or neighbors, mostly through Tiger. For example, Hua's brother had feelings for her and often spied on her, but Hua
always refused to let him touch her. Later, Hua slept with Tiger, and then when her brother touched her, she didn't resist and let him have sex with her too.

I always suspected that some of the mushrooms Tiger collected had aphrodisiac properties. Of course, this wasn't intentional on Tiger's part; he didn't have
the ability, it was just a coincidence. I asked a few when they particularly wanted to have sex, and they all said it was after lunch.
Feng was the same. I had the same feeling, but I wasn't entirely sure.

6.

When it rains heavily and I can't go up the mountain, I go to Tiger's house to play. My uncle goes gambling when it rains and is never home
. There's a simple-minded old woman there, Feng, who likes to have sex. Her father can't satisfy her at all. Every time it rains heavily
, Feng will take the initiative to have sex with her father once or twice. Feng says that if she doesn't, her father is afraid he'll want to go looking for her all over the village. She doesn't feel at ease with me. After she gets her father
on her mind, she comes to Tiger's house to play with us.

She always comes alone, occasionally bringing flowers. The other girls are all little girls with little sex drive and rarely
come alone.

It was another rainy day. I came to Tiger's house. The door was locked from the inside, which is normal. If it wasn't locked, Tiger's mother would run away.
I called out, "Tiger!" Hearing my voice, he ran over to open the door for me. I saw that he wasn't wearing any clothes, and his penis
was hard and sticky. I thought he and Feng were having sex. But when I looked up, it was his mother.

His mother sat on the living room table, legs spread wide, incredibly wet. Tiger's mother was surprisingly celibate,
her vulva fair and full. Tiger greeted me, quickly locked the door, and
started . I never expected Tiger to even sleep with his own mother. God is truly fair; He didn't give him intelligence, but He gave him
sexual happiness.

Tiger's mother, though mentally challenged, seemed to enjoy Tiger's fucking. She clung tightly to him, twisting her body, legs
spread wide, responding to Tiger's thrusts, moaning, completely ignoring my watching.

While fucking, Tiger asked if I wanted to sleep with his mother. Although I liked Tiger's mother's type of vagina,
and I was quite aroused, I felt unsafe sleeping with a crazy person. But I couldn't refuse. I
knew Tiger well; if he liked someone, he liked them. He only let me play with the woman he liked if he liked me. If I didn't, he would
think I didn't like him. I had no choice but to nod.

Tiger stepped aside, and I carefully pulled out my penis, walking towards his mother's crotch. The woman smiled foolishly at me
, drooling, but her skin was really good; being cooped up at home all day had its advantages. Her breasts were large, and she had a good
figure .

Just as I reached her crotch, she pushed me away with one hand and placed the other on her vulva, preventing me from having sex with her. Tiger didn't help
me either, just watched with a silly grin. But after that push, I wasn't so scared anymore. Tiger's mother was cooped up at home all day and
had never done it, so she was very weak. She didn't have much strength pushing me. I thought that even if she got angry, I could control her, but I
didn't want to force her; provoking a crazy person wouldn't be a good thing.

I stripped myself naked, pointed to my penis, and gestured to let her know I wanted to have sex with her. I made faces,
danced to amuse her, gave her food—I tried everything I could think of. But as soon as I got close, she pushed me away, preventing me from having sex with
her. She kept pointing at Tiger, as if she only allowed Tiger to have sex with her, not me.

Feng arrived, and I decided to stop playing around and just
go for Feng. Feng told me that Hu Zi was just teasing me, that his mother always listened to Hu Zi, and that I should stop teasing her. When Hu Zi saw Feng and wanted to have sex with her, he ran over
, removed his mother's hand from her vulva, made a few gestures towards her, picked up Feng, and took her to the bed.

It worked! I went between her legs and slowly inserted my penis. She didn't push me away or move. Fine, she didn't move
. I didn't care anymore. I held her and started thrusting hard. After a while, she started moving too, hooking her legs
around me tightly, her body pressed against me, instinctively twisting and moving, coordinating perfectly. Soon she came and
lay on the table, not moving at all, letting me thrust in and out, like a dead person.

I didn't like looking at her drooling face, so I turned her around and did it from behind. Her buttocks were very white and pretty
, and her anus was beautiful. I thought of the legendary anal penetration, which I had never tried before. Seeing that she wasn't moving, and hearing
the sounds Tiger and Phoenix having fun, and no one paying attention to me, I decided to give it a try.

I nudged her with my penis, and seeing that she still didn't move, I tried to penetrate deeper. It went in easily; it was very wet inside.
I knew that Tiger had just penetrated her anus. I thrust a few times, and Tiger's mom started to react, moving her buttocks forward, and...
The constant squeezing of my penis with her anus felt so different. I decided to give my first anal sex act to
Tiger's mom.

For

the entire summer vacation, I lived like this: having sex with Feng and the others during the day, and with my mom at night. She'd gotten
used to it; she'd come every night, regardless of whether I wanted it or not, and would always be there, even if I was exhausted.
It felt more like .

After summer vacation, I started high school. The school wasn't far from my home, but I didn't want to live on campus. Once you start having sex, it's hard
to quit. Now, if I don't have sex at least once a night, I can't sleep well.

Feng was taken away by her father to work as a prostitute. After I started school, I stopped herding cattle, so I didn't have many opportunities to have sex with other people; I
mostly had to have sex with my mom.

One day, I came home a little early and saw my mother drinking something in the kitchen. She looked very uncomfortable. I made an excuse
to check on her and found that she was drinking salt water, very concentrated.

I remembered why my mother didn't have a postpartum period. I'd read in a book that some ancient prostitutes also drank salt water
to reduce their menstrual flow. I never imagined my mother would do this for me.

Perhaps I really should be nicer to my mother and try to communicate with her. Sex is such a strange thing; I find myself
liking my mother more and more. I often think of her during class, and I no longer find the scar on her neck unsightly.

Everything is slowly changing. When we bump into each other in town, I no longer pretend I don't see her; I smile at her.
I start secretly buying her little trinkets like hair clips and combs. I also help my mother with housework when I have free time.
The school often gives out snacks, and I always secretly save some for her.

And every night when my mother comes to visit, she no longer just keeps her head down; she starts looking at me from time to time,
smiling shyly at me. Neither of us knows how to start a conversation, or what to say. We're used to silence, used to
the feeling of everything being unspoken.

In the first midterm exam, I got first place in the school, and the school awarded me 1000 yuan. This was the first
time had so much money, and I decided to take my mother to the county town for a good trip.

But I don't know what my mother said. After thinking it over, I just bought two
bus tickets . After we finished eating that night, I tore one ticket off in front of her. My mother glanced at me, but didn't say anything,
and quietly left as usual.

At breakfast, my father surprisingly took the initiative to ask my mother and me to go to the county town. He said he planned to buy me a pair of brand-name shoes and that
I had to try them on to see if they fit before I would like them. He said my mother wasn't very knowledgeable and he was afraid I would buy fakes if I didn't go.

Hearing my father say this, I secretly looked at my mother. She looked embarrassed and nervous. My mother probably had never lied to my father like this
before .

On the bus, my mother and I were speechless. When we arrived in the county town and saw that we didn't know anyone around, I mustered up my
courage and took my mother's hand. My mother was very surprised, but she let me hold her hand.

First, I took my mother to buy an outfit. She did whatever I asked for. A pair of jeans—it was the first
time 'd ever worn jeans—a pair of high-heeled shoes, a turtleneck shirt, and her hair styled in a loose style. She even wrapped a silk scarf around
her scar. It only cost about 300 yuan. My mother was like a completely different person. When I walked down the street with her, people
didn't me the strange looks they used to. If you didn't look closely, anyone would recognize her as my girlfriend.

Then I took my mother to do all the things couples do: go boating in the park, eat various snacks, watch
a movie, and go shopping.

Honestly, it was the first time I'd ever seen my mother so happy. No one had ever been this kind to her except me. I knew Dad
didn't like Mom, and I also realized that my mother was a really good woman. If I asked her to change clothes
or do her hair, she would do it willingly. We had a lot of fun and missed our bus back. I suggested we
stay in the county town for the night, and my mother nodded in agreement.

I spent over three hundred yuan to book a deluxe room. This was my mother's first time staying in such a nice room,
decorated so romantically, with several decorative candles. It suddenly reminded me of our wedding night.

I turned off the lights, lit the candles, and my mother sat quietly by the bed watching. I told her to close her eyes,
took a gold pendant from my pocket, and mustered my courage to say to her: "You are the best mother in the world, the greatest mother,
and my wife forever. I really love you, and I am so grateful for everything you have done for me. This gold pendant, though
only a little over a gram, was bought with my first bonus. It represents my love and gratitude for you."

I put the pendant on my mother's finger, and she was already in tears. She continued, "Wearing this pendant means that from now on, you
will not only be my dearest mother, but also my most beloved wife. From now on, you must cherish and love me even more. I
promise to love you and treat you well for the rest of my life. No matter where I go, I will take you with me, never leaving you, and I
will be good to you for the rest of my life." My mother was deeply moved.

I helped her up and stood her before the candles. I said, "Mom, although we're not officially married, we
can still go through the traditional wedding ceremony and formally become husband and wife. Mom, are you willing?" My mother nodded vigorously

. I took a towel and placed it over her head. I softly recited the vows of bowing to heaven and earth, bowing to our parents, and bowing to each other as husband and
wife
. My mother kept her eyes closed, but I could feel her seriousness. From this day forward, we were a proper husband and wife. I removed the towel, hugged my mother, and kissed her. We had been together countless times, but this was the first time I had kissed her. From her eyes, along
the tear tracks, to her lips, to her neck, I kissed the long scar, tracing it with my tongue. I kept whispering to my mother
how much I liked her, how much I loved her.

For the first time, I stripped my mother naked. I suckled her breasts, my hand reaching for her vagina. It was very wet; this wasn't
cooking oil, but my mother's real vaginal fluid. This time, my mother was truly aroused.

In my excitement, I took my mother's clitoris into my mouth and started sucking. My mother finally moaned and twisted her body, her lower body on
top of mine. I penetrated her and told her that I liked her lust, her wantonness, the way she would strip naked and wiggle her ass waiting for me
to fuck her. But that wasn't enough. I wanted her to moan, to move, to be even more slutty. I told my mother that everyone
dies eventually, and it's better to live a brilliant life than a mediocre one.

My penis slowly penetrated deeper, mouth to mouth, tongues intertwined. Who sets the rules of ethics? It's others.
Why tell me what to do? I didn't steal, rob, or harm anyone. Why should I be suppressed, why should I be unhappy?

I gripped my mother's breasts tightly, very hard. I wanted my mother to experience both pain and pleasure.

That night, my mother discovered my affair with Niu, but she didn't blame me, didn't say anything to me. She just silently knelt in
front of , begging me not to do anything foolish? Or was she asking me to forgive her for accidentally discovering it? I don't know.

When she saw my erection, I didn't know if it was out of guilt for interrupting my sexual pleasure or out of selfless maternal love.
As she knelt there, becoming my little cow, I knew it took great determination and courage.

Before, my mother's vagina had always been dry, and my thrusting couldn't bring her much physical pleasure. But
the moment I ejaculated, I could still feel the joy and satisfaction emanating from her heart. She made me
happy , so she was happy.

Afterwards, my mother would always wash my penis with hot water. Each time, I would squint at her; she was so
careful , so gentle, her eyes so focused, her love boundless.

"My son," I whispered, and with my caresses, my mother finally opened her heart and regained her confidence. She embraced
me, kissed me, and swayed her hips in response. From that moment, she no longer saw herself as a little cow for my sexual gratification;
she finally saw herself as a person, a woman, my woman.

Love truly can completely change a person. My mother was like a different person. She would masturbate with ham in front of me,
staring straight at me, her legs spread wide. I knew she had never learned or done this before, but it was very seductive.
After she finished, she would wipe herself clean and put it back, saying it was too expensive.

This hotel had a channel that showed porn. My mother said it was the first time she had seen such a film. When she saw the anal
penetration scene, I thought of Tiger's mother. My mother saw that my penis, which had ejaculated several times, was aroused again, and she turned and went into the bathroom.
I knew she was definitely imitating the enema in the film, wanting me to penetrate her anus.

Sure enough, a few minutes later she came out, lying on the bed, spreading her anus with both hands, twisting her buttocks, looking at me with affection
and a little shyness in her eyes.

I didn't hold back and penetrated her, starting to move. I could feel my mother's discomfort; this was definitely her first
time. Her face was somewhat distorted, and several times she couldn't withstand my thrusts, but each time she gritted her teeth and lay back down.

I ejaculated, and my mother held me in her arms. I looked at her; her face was contorted with pain, streaked with tears. I
told her, "I know you're in pain, but I'm happy, not because I anally penetrated her, but because of her
selfless love for me.

" My mother held me tightly, repeatedly calling me a silly child. She said I only saw her physical pain,
but didn't know how happy she was inside; she had never been so happy in her life.

My mother had watched a few porn movies and knew that women have three holes. I had already penetrated two of them, and now she had her mouth
. My mother asked me to give her oral sex. To be honest, I had already ejaculated four times and was a little tired, but my mother said tonight was different;
she wanted to give me everything completely, deep throat. I looked at my mother struggling to hold back her nausea and felt a little
guilty I wanted to pull back a little, to stop, but my mother held me tightly, wanting me to go deeper.

I suggested we go somewhere else. We went to the bathroom, and I took another deep throat. I told my mother that it was okay to vomit if she felt like it. I
thrust quickly, and my mother opened her mouth wide and cooperated very hard, but she couldn't hold it in and vomited
all over my stomach and penis. My mother felt very guilty, like a child who had made a big mistake. But for some reason,
I didn't find the vomit disgusting. I held my mother's face and thrust wildly, injecting my semen
deep into her throat while she was vomiting.

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