Amidst the crowing of roosters in the countryside, [the author], carrying his grandfather on his back, thrusts his penis into his mother's vagina. (Author: senlongmm)

Amidst the crowing of roosters in the countryside, carrying my grandfather on my back and thrusting my penis into my mother's vagina.

Author: senlongmm
Words: 7,000
Published: 2010/9/15 on: Ellie Discussion Forum

Amidst the crowing of roosters in the countryside, carrying my grandfather on my back and thrusting my penis into my mother's vagina.

During the summer vacation of my first year of high school, my father fell from a five-story scaffold and died.

At the funeral, my mother's tears fell like pearls. Suddenly, the family lost its financial support, and we moved from Taipei back to
my parents' home in Chiayi to live with my grandparents. Although we lacked nothing and lived a leisurely life, I was truly
ignorant . Coming from the prosperous city of Taipei, where everything was readily available, with 7-Elevens readily available at night, I now
found myself in this rural area full of fields, where only grocery stores remained, and they didn't even issue receipts. Even if I wanted to go to a convenience store,
it would take two hours by bicycle to get there.

Therefore, when I first transferred to Chiayi, I found it very difficult to adapt, so I didn't have many friends and became increasingly indifferent.
I only dared to confide in my mother. This year, after years of hard work, I was admitted to a national university in Taipei. Finally, my efforts paid off
, and I became the talk of the village, bringing my grandparents great joy. My mother,
though happy, was also worried when she saw me heading to Taipei alone after summer vacation. I gave
her my acceptance letter, and she happily said she would make sure I ate well during the summer to avoid catching a cold in Taipei's
damp climate. I laughed and said, "We can all eat together. If Mom is happy, Grandpa and Grandma
are happy, then of course I'm happy too."

When I first arrived at my old home in Chiayi, it was a standard traditional courtyard house. There was no cable TV, no computer, no air conditioning, just a vast expanse of
golden rice paddies and endless fields. When my mother first came to Taipei, she endured the pain of losing her husband and had my grandfather introduce her
to a job at a chicken farm. She did all sorts of manual labor, cleaning the chicken coops, collecting eggs, and even herding pheasants. She did manual labor every day, and every time she
came home , it was very late after showering. I would always get up to wait for her
and say goodnight, a habit I'd had since I was little in Taipei. My mother never complained to me, but I understood her exhaustion and often massaged
her muscles and bones at night to relieve her stress.

At that time, I was just starting high school and beginning to adapt to life. During my teenage years, everyone in my class was passing around adult comics, pornographic
films, and adult books. My group of friends, after I got into university, one of them slipped
me a book during class and winked at me, saying, "This book is really nice! Haha, I hope you get into a good university!" I looked
at the title; it was called "Unspeakable Love Affairs," which seemed to be a novel. After finishing my book in the evening,
I flipped through it . Because everyone in the countryside turns off the lights and goes to sleep very early, and after massaging my mother's shoulders, she told me not to stay up too
late and went back to my room to rest alone. I can't break my habit of staying up late in Taipei, so now I go to bed at midnight, but I still get up at 5:30 in
the morning to help my grandfather with the fields before rushing to school.

I told everyone to turn off the lights, so I pulled up a rattan chair and sat under the streetlight in the courtyard, flipping through the book my friend
had given me. After reading the first few chapters, I realized it was an adult book. It aroused me intensely, making me incredibly
sexually aroused. It contained short stories, all about affairs, or coercion, rape, domination, and intimidation—all sorts of
plots. Each story was a separate chapter. After reading the first two chapters—one about a
secretary being "disciplined" by her boss, and the other about drugging and raping—I hadn't had a girlfriend in school. These past few years, I'd been focused on
my studies and helping with household chores, leaving me no time for such things. At most, I'd go to a friend's house to watch porn, and then
masturbate when no one was around. It wasn't infrequent, but it wasn't a rare occurrence either.

After reading those two chapters, my mouth was dry, my throat felt like it was on fire, and my penis was throbbing in my underwear. I
quickly washed my face with cold water to clear my head, then came back to get the book, intending to return it tomorrow.
I wasn't going to read it anymore, but just then the book slipped from my hands and opened. As I bent down to pick it up, I accidentally saw a title that made me sit back down in the wicker chair and continue reading.
The story was long, so I'll just quote a section: That winter, I was moaning incessantly in bed, my whole body being
fucked by my son's penis, feeling like I was dying and being alive. And I had been indulging my son's abuse, whether at home where he pinched my breasts and
rubbed my buttocks, or on the bus when no one was around, I would masturbate him, terrified of being seen. I shouldn't have given in to
my son's demands, shouldn't have let him say he was under too much pressure preparing for exams and needed his mother to rub him until he ejaculated.

I naively thought that as long as I tolerated my son's exam preparation for the past six months, once he passed and left home
, he wouldn't have any more improper thoughts about me. Little did I know I was wrong. First, I masturbated, and then I became bolder and bolder.
While helping him masturbate, I also had to comply with his requests. Whether I was wearing a low-cut shirt, super short hot pants,
or garter stockings with buckles, in this civilized urban apartment, I actually had this incestuous relationship with my son. In the end, with the big
exam approaching, I was forced to perform oral sex and breast sex. I was completely naked on the bed, letting my son play with and caress me, even in
the 69 position, sucking his hot penis, while my most private vulva was licked by my son until it was dripping with lustful fluid.

Thankfully, as a mother, I held onto my last shred of self-respect. I refused to allow any tampering with my private parts. I begged my son
to stop, but he only used exams as an excuse to play these dangerous games with me again and again. The most
daring one was in the fitting room of a department store. That day, the clothing store was not crowded. My son made me wear a modified Chinese
cheongsam . The saleswoman next to me even praised my figure and my flawless skin. When I
tried it on in the fitting room, there was a hidden zipper in the back. The saleswoman said she could help me zip it up, but my son volunteered to help. The
saleswoman kept praising me for having such a filial and obedient son. If he knew that my son had taken out his penis in the fitting room and
made me suck and lick it, that my full breasts were being squeezed out of shape in front of the mirror, that my son's penis was pressing against my buttocks and making me
shake , and that the secretions on his glans had stained the cheongsam on my buttocks.

Finally, my son ripped open my narrow skirt, which was slit up to my thighs, and made me hold it up with both hands so he could lick from
my calves to my thighs. Then he made me straddle the table and buried my head in my genitals, sucking and licking, while his fingers constantly
pinched and rubbed my clitoris, making my face flush red. The stimulation inside my vagina made me squeeze my legs together and cling to
my son's shoulders, unable to control myself for a long time. My son pressed me against the wall and pressed his penis against my vulva. I twisted my buttocks and
hurriedly whispered, "No, you promised me..." Before I could finish the word, my son wrapped his arms around my abdomen
and forcefully thrust his penis in from below. My vagina hadn't been penetrated by such a large penis for many years, and now it
was being penetrated that it reached my cervix, causing me to scream in pain. Fortunately, my son covered my mouth and nose in time,
and I only managed two muffled sobs before I was panting heavily.

My son first let his penis remain inside my vagina. The sticky flesh gripped his shaft tightly, and this stimulation made it harder
and harder, stretching my tender vagina even wider. Hearing the sounds of my son swallowing water behind me, I knew this was
the honey pot he had been longing for for half a year. All this time, I could only rely on other methods to please him. Now, my son had seized the opportunity,
forcibly penetrating his mother in this changing room. Thinking of this, my eyes immediately reddened. I wanted to say something,
but no word came out. Suddenly, a slapping sound made me turn to look at my son. A burning handprint had landed
on my snow-white buttocks. The pain made my brow furrow, and I began to sob, tears welling in my eyes. At this moment, my son began to thrust,
and my vagina adapted to his thick, hard penis. With each slapping sound, my sobs gradually turned into muffled groans.

Then my son lifted my buttocks back, making my buttocks stick out high, and my arms couldn't touch the wall at all. I
had to bend over and use my fingers to support myself on the floor. The impact of my buttocks made me arch my back and try to hold onto the wall. Just as I was about
to touch it, my son pulled me back forcefully, not wanting me to relax. My upper body went up and down like this, and my
vagina clenched as well. My son stared at me with a bullying look. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore,
so I grabbed my son's arms with both hands behind my back. He supported my hips with both hands, and in the mirror, it looked like a V-shape,
with his erect penis on the left and my mother in unbearable pain on the right.

For some reason, after fifteen minutes, my shame gradually faded away as the penis struck me, and my body reacted with its most
natural primal instincts. My vulva was dripping with lustful fluids, and I let out moans and groans,
swaying my hips with each thrust. Finally, I was pressed down on the table. My son twisted his fleshy buttocks and thrust forcefully, pulling out
his penis and laying me down on the floor. Still dizzy, I was suddenly held down by my hands,
while my lips were squeezed into a sucking ring with my fingers. As soon as my eyes opened, a penis forced its way
through my soft, moist lips, into my teeth, and into my warm mouth. It slid over my tongue, which was covered in fine granules, and
I felt a large, soft object in my throat. A stream of very hot, thick white semen shot out. I looked at my son's face.

His head was facing upwards, his left hand holding my chin and his right hand gripping the top of my head. When the penis
gradually stopped trembling in my mouth , I only heard my son's long, heavy breaths before he released his hands.
My mouth was filled with the pungent smell of his semen and penis. I spat out a little semen in the corner of my mouth, which made me choke
a bit and cough a few times. The air I exhaled from my nose and throat smelled strongly of semen. At this moment, my son
slid his semi-erect penis down my face, leaving a trail of clear liquid on the glans. He then pulled back his foreskin and
squeezed out the glans, telling me to suck it clean. I could only do as he said. When I got up, the floor was covered in semen, and
the semen on the table was still a little dried. I quickly wiped the semen off my face, and the cheongsam, soaked with bodily fluids,
had to hung on the wall. My son pulled my hand and quickly left.

After starting university, I thought I could escape this nightmare, but my husband told me to go north and rent an apartment with my son for
a few years. He was going on a long voyage to Southeast Asia and wouldn't be able to take care of us. On the day of my departure, my husband patted
our son on the shoulder, telling him to take good care of me and not let anything happen to me. My son said he would definitely "take good care"
of his mother, and as he said "take good care," he secretly touched my buttocks. I felt both helpless and
resigned . Now, a year later in Taipei, I serve my son in bed every night, as if he were my second husband,
only a younger, more lustful one. He makes me groan loudly and wantonly in bed. Unaware neighbors think my
husband is giving me multiple orgasms, unaware that it is actually my own son who, with his hard penis, conquers me
beside him, making me his wanton, beautiful mother for his every release. By day, I am a mother; by night, I am my son's woman.

This past is unbearable to recall. Incest, mother and son incest—my body
had already become his woman the first time I helped him ejaculate. The story ends here. After reading it, I was deeply
shocked and remained unsettled for a long time. I never imagined that incest could be depicted so vividly. That night
, I had a dream where I was the adulterous son, and my mother was the pitiful beauty. I
was startled awake at the crack of dawn, drenched in a cold sweat, and my erection wouldn't subside.

I tiptoed past my mother's room and saw her still asleep. Because it was summer and hot, she wasn't
covered by a blanket, lying on a bamboo mat. The old electric fan creaked and groaned, masking my footsteps.
My mother was wearing a vest and a pair of white cotton briefs with a floral trim around the waist. The vest was a
thin, white traditional cotton sweater; the cotton threads weren't in the front, but rather on the left and right sides, each with four cotton strings crisscrossing
and pulling together, allowing the two thin pieces of fabric to cling to her chest. The fan blowing under the sweater caused the
lower edge of the vest to billow, the air escaping from the hem and around her chest. My mother lay flat on the bed, her hands at her sides.

I suppressed my lust and secretly crouched on the edge of the bed, peeking at my mother's breasts from under the vest. It
was already bright, and although the light wasn't as clear as at midday, I could still see the base of her southern hemisphere-shaped breasts
clearly . I placed my hand on my mother's calf, secretly running my fingers down to her inner thigh, my trembling fingers pressing against her
vulva. I leaned closer to see clearly; her plump labia slightly pushed up the white briefs,
forming a small mound. A whiff of her genitals reached my nose, making my penis throb even more.

I had never imagined my mother's figure was so beautiful. Perhaps she was a manual laborer; although her skin was a bit dark and
her palms and soles had calluses, her figure was still sculpted without any excess fat, which made my eyes widen in disbelief. I
gently touched her breasts with both hands through the side seams of her bra. Her breasts were full and round, and the snow-white nipples emitted
a faint milky fragrance. I kissed her breasts, pulled down the center of her bra to reveal her dark red nipples. I noticed
her breathing was heavy; she was probably still asleep. I boldly stuck out my tongue and sucked on her nipples, finding them noticeably
hard, like purple grapes. I then used both hands to explore her breasts from under her bra, my palms covering them
, filling me with inexplicable excitement.

I gently pinched and squeezed, but I couldn't see anything through the vest, I could only imagine it. I straddled my mother's waist,
my buttocks dangling in the air, looking at the fleshy opening between her panties and trousers. I simply pulled out my penis, pressed it down, and slid it along the panties
, pressing it against the inside of my mother's mound, creating a position that enveloped my penis. I could feel the temperature inside her fleshy opening through the panties
. I gently lifted the vest, making the movements light, and secretly kissed my mother's tender, delicate lips.
I kissed her neck, my tongue tracing a path from behind her ear to her right shoulder; my mother's collarbone was beautiful.
Suddenly noticed her brow furrowed, her breathing quick and heavy, while her pear-shaped breasts heaved in my hands.
Her thighs were already bent and clenched, and my penis, with its head pressed against her bulging
vulva inside her panties, was being pushed and scraped upwards by my hand, causing my mother to let out a soft moan.

Startled, I jumped out of bed, my face flushed, and ran back to bed, my heart pounding
. I wondered if my mother had already noticed but hadn't said anything. Holding my penis, I imagined everything about my mother's body, and after only a few strokes,
I shuddered and ejaculated onto the wall. I watched the semen slowly drip down, saying nothing. At breakfast,
my mother acted as usual, showing no unusual behavior. I ate with my head down. After school, I ran into
her in the hallway, but it became awkward. She looked at me strangely, her head lowered, and asked me to come to her room that evening;
she had something to say.

I awaited her scolding that night, and tremblingly knocked on the door. My mother, dressed casually, said, "Come
and massage my back." I massaged her shoulders, and she asked me to explain what happened that morning. I
told her everything while massaging her. She smiled and said, "I've read that book you had.
What if Grandpa saw it on the wicker chair?" She explained incest to me, saying those were just novels and I shouldn't believe them. I nodded vigorously,
repeatedly saying yes. After massaging her shoulders for ten minutes, my mother relaxed and became drowsy. I kept fiddling with my
collar, my eyes fixed on her cleavage, while my lower body involuntarily hardened.

As my hands grew increasingly restless, I pressed my thumbs against my mother's back, repeatedly squeezing acupoints, causing
her to moan softly as she enjoyed my massage. I secretly slipped my four fingers under her armpits, pretending to pinch
acupoints , but actually pressing my fingers against the base of her breasts, playfully teasing her side breasts. At first, I only lightly touched
them, but seeing that my mother didn't stop me, I became bolder, eventually cupping her breasts in my palms, enjoying
the sensation of her nipples against my hands. Just as I was indulging in this, my mother suddenly squeezed her elbows together, preventing me from continuing
. Turning her head, her almond-shaped eyes wide, she shouted, "Didn't you say you'd be good? Why are you being naughty again?" I pressed my burning-hot
penis against my mother's beautiful back, rested my head on her shoulder, and cried sadly.

My mother turned and hugged me, letting me press my face against her full breasts. She said softly, "What happened?
When did my dear son become like this?" I was crying, but the reason was fake. I made up a story, "
My father left me when I was in junior high school, and now I'm going north and leaving my mother. I miss her
so cried unintentionally." My mother relaxed her brow, patted my back, and said, "Silly child, I'll come back to see
you when I have time." Seeing that my mother's mood had improved, I immediately said, "But I'm lonely in Taipei, and my mother is
alone here too. I'm worried about my mother's safety. Please promise me you'll take good care of yourself..."
At this moment my mother laughed so hard that she pressed me down on the bed. Her playful face was so cute. My mother stretched out her fair fingers and tickled my
waist. I couldn't stand the tickling, so I lifted my mother's legs on the bed and tickled the soles of her feet. My mother
twisted and turned from side to side, crying and begging for mercy.

At this moment, I lifted my mother's jade-like legs. Her shorts were incredibly loose, and through the seam, I could see a slit of
flesh . My mother seemed to notice my gaze, and following my eyes, she realized that her bare vulva
was being clearly seen by her son. Her face immediately turned red, and she said, "Put your legs down, I won't scratch anymore." I then
placed her right leg entirely on my shoulder, my erect penis standing erect. My mother stared intently at my bulging shorts.
I pressed her thigh against my body, using my shoulder to stabilize it, and braced my right hand on the floor. My mother said in a panic,
"No..." "Don't do anything foolish, be good," I whispered in my mother's ear. "Just give it to me, just once, please."
My mother twisted her body, trying to break free from my struggle. I bent her left leg to the left, making a frog-leg position, and
pressed my left knee against it. I sucked on my mother's delicate lips, and she made
indistinct sounds like "ooh... ooh... ooh... oh." No matter how hard I tried, my tongue couldn't get through her teeth, so I had to release her lips and start sucking and licking
her earlobe . My mother's face was flushed, and she kept pushing against my chest with her palms, but she
couldn't do anything about my weight pressing down on her.

I had discovered a secret about my mother before: her ears were very sensitive. When I was little, I used a feather to tickle
her earlobes, and she would immediately collapse to the ground from the tickling. Now, with my breath hot and a cool breeze blowing,
I licked and drilled my tongue inside and out of her soft, fragrant ears, then held her earlobes in my mouth,
licking them incessantly with the tip and back of my tongue, while my lips sucked hard on her earlobes. Gradually, my mother's movements slowed down. Whether it was my
already erect penis, protruding from her pants, frantically squeezing her vulva, or the sensitivity of her earlobes causing her body to tingle,
I saw her eyes half-open and hazy, her cherry lips exhaling soft breath. I first opened my mouth to suckle her delicate lips,
our tongues entwining.

My left hand, holding her panties inside her shorts, pulled them open to the right. Using my touch, I felt her vulva,
grasped the head of my penis, and slowly inserted it into her vulva, very slowly, very slowly. I didn't want to tease my mother like in novels, afraid of
hurting her if I kissed her too quickly. I started with about a third of it, my mother looking at me. I released her lips and
whispered in her ear, "Is it okay? Are you worried about it hurting? Let me finish." My mother hooked her arms around my neck, her voice slightly annoyed,
"I've done whatever you want. You've already bullied me like this, what can I say?" Suddenly, in a playful jab, I
thrust the remaining two-thirds of it forward. My mother immediately let out a soft "Ugh..." After catching her breath, she bit my
shoulder and said, "I told you to go slower, but you wouldn't listen. Yours is so big, and so hard, it hurts!"

I kissed my mother again, sealing her cherry lips, preventing her from continuing to talk. I began to twist
my waist , moving rhythmically, from fast to slow, slow to fast... (using a novel) The nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one allowed my mother's long
-confined, widowed vulva to indulge in every moment of passion on this midsummer night. Her vulva was already thoroughly wet.
Having exhausted all other tricks, I simply waited until the sticky walls were gripping me tightly, almost causing me to ejaculate. Just then, my mother kissed me and said, "
Keep , Grandpa and Grandma are next door." It turned out that my thrusts were becoming increasingly forceful, and my mother's thighs
were already red from my slaps. I kneaded her breasts with both hands, released my right hand from her right leg, and let
her spread her legs. Supporting her slender waist, I increased the speed of my thrusts. My mother let out a long series of moans, "Ah...ah
...ah...ah...oh...ah..." In the final few minutes, my mother bit her lower lip...
A series of "hmm...hmm" sounds emanated from deep within her nose. She reached out and grasped my hands. I
opened my hands, our fingers intertwining.

At that moment, my mother arched her back, her beautiful feet wrapping around my waist, crossing and clamping me between them. A warm fluid
gushed from her vulva, further wetting her vagina. Just then, my glans was at its most sensitive point, and
with a powerful thrust, I ejaculated a stream of hot, thick white fluid. My mother lifted her chin,
looking at the ceiling, her vagina trembling and squeezing my penis. Her voice was muffled, and then she relaxed
completely , collapsing onto the bed. I lay on her face, watching her sweaty nose and hazy eyes. We shared
a long kiss, embracing passionately until dawn, before I hastily left.

Now, studying in Taipei, I open that novel and laugh, saying it's just a novel; how can incest between mother and son
be forced ? My head kept twisting between my legs, listening to the repeated sucking sounds. Soon, another gush of thick semen
erupted. I saw my mother stand up, legs spread, revealing her vulva, swallowing the semen, then straddling my
thighs . My 　　penis was completely inside her, accompanied by waves of moans. I squeezed her buttocks, wondering
when my mother would come north again to ease my longing for her . **********

... ********** 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　... > This is a good erotic novel. It would be perfect if it included the part where the grandfather almost discovered it. The writing is good, and the descriptions are quite vivid. I really like it. Thank you, OP! 4. I've noticed that the novels by author senlongmm have a kind of simple, understated eroticism. Simple language, simple plots, but the immense temptation makes it a really good book. The plot is quite ordinary. After the father dies, she takes his place to appease him. The mother's body is probably pieced together from two different stories. There's a part in the middle where the father asks the mother to accompany him north. It's clearly stated at the beginning that the father has already passed away.

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