[A Mother and Child Dance Gently in This Life] (Part 1)

Chapter 1

I, Zhang Mingsong, was born in a warm little village in southern Shandong.

For years, I've been busy with life and my studies, only leaving my

village at eighteen to start city life. But whenever I think of the countryside, I always feel a longing to return, and I've always

wanted to take some time to write about it. Today, I'll write about those fleshy memories.

Facts and fiction, please take it with a grain of salt.

At that time, I was probably only thirteen or fourteen. Because my family was relatively well-off in the village

, I had early access to pornography. Often, when my parents weren't home, I would

excitedly run to the TV cabinet, curl up my small body, and pull out the CDs at the bottom (you know what I mean), and then

begin my viewing career.

My father spent most of his time as a manager in a rural factory more than 20 miles away, rarely coming home, and my mother doted

on me. This situation fostered the deepest joys and sorrows of my next 20 years.

Just viewing, please! Looking back now, I honestly can't remember if I got

an erection , and even if I did, I didn't know to move my penis up and down with my hand.

After a period of self-reflection, luck smiled upon me as a child.

I vaguely remember it was a beautiful spring day.

In my rural spring landscape, everything was lush and green—grass, mountains, fields—unfolding

like a scroll of verdant mountains and clear waters. The sounds of the villagers, the barking of chickens and dogs, the chirping of birds, were simple, melodious,

and pleasant to hear. In the mountains of the countryside, the flowing water unfolded with a gentle, tender affection; amidst the chirping of birds,

the green tides drew near, converging from afar to form a musical score, on which joyful notes danced. Standing by

the flowing water , a beautiful melody resonated in my heart.

This melody began as a concerto of the rural scenery, and later, it was joined by my mother's bedtime murmurs, which I cherish most for the past 20 years

.

"Ming Song, wake up!" A pleasant yet slightly annoyed voice (the sound of someone waking me up) rang in

my ears while I was still fast asleep.

"You little rascal, Tiger's already up, why aren't you up?" That was my mother's voice.

My 36-year-old mother was about 168 cm tall, with fair skin and a perky bust. Her most striking feature

was her pleasant voice. I once heard my childhood friend Xiao Feng say, "Your mom's voice is so beautiful."

"Mom, can I sleep a little longer?" I mumbled, very reluctantly. "Besides,

Tiger's up, why should I get up?"

"A little longer? You said that ten minutes ago!" My mother said, pulling my ear. "You're

Tiger's little master, you have to set a good example for him!"

Ten minutes later, unable to stand my mother's nagging any longer, I got up and kicked Tiger, who was yawning.

"You lazy dog, can't you sleep a little later? Getting up so early again, I won't feed you!"

My mother, busy at the stove, chuckled. "You're just bullying Tiger!"

I didn't respond, so I changed the subject, "Mom, what's for breakfast? I'm so hungry."

"I just bought some fried dough sticks from your second uncle's, and I heated up some porridge from last night. Have some, okay?"

My mother waited for my answer, but after a long silence, she turned to look at me, only to see her doting son staring blankly at

her .

I was completely bewildered. What a scene that must have been!

Ancient Chinese literati always loved the saying "The year's plan starts in spring," with lines like "Rising early to tend the weeds, returning home by moonlight with my hoe

, the path narrow and overgrown with grass, the evening dew wetting my clothes." In the countryside, what a pure, simple, and

beautiful concept of life this was! This was also the most direct view of time for farmers in ancient times, completely

devoid of any melancholy or depression, only a calm and serene acceptance of life.

But that morning, I, a mother's son, noticed something different about my mother.

She wasn't just a mother; she was a woman!

She was wearing a thin V-neck spring dress, the bra straps playfully peeking out. Her fair breasts were subtly revealed

as she bent over wiping the stove, a small mound peeking out. Her full waist swayed gracefully, and an indescribable

allure instantly filled my mind. An uncontrollable, strange feeling made me impulsively walk over and

hug her from behind.

At that moment, I knew nothing, like opposites attracting, I was drawn to my mother.

She seemed startled, then turned around and hugged me back, resting her chin on my head, softly asking,

"Silly boy, what's wrong?"

Hearing this, I didn't answer, but hugged her even tighter, as if trying to fill the gap between our bodies

.

She stiffened for a moment, then hugged me even tighter. Neither of us was thinking anything.

That morning, the specifics are now forgotten, but I vaguely remember that, to my mother's soft

whisper that the food was getting cold, I reluctantly released her fragrant body. It wasn't perfume, nor body odor, but a unique, fresh

scent of soap. That scent had been with me for thirteen or fourteen years, yet for the first time it gave me a strange olfactory sensation, just as my mother

had given me a strange feeling for the first time.

The day passed without a word.

"Mom, I'm home!" I excitedly rushed into the house. Since that unusual encounter with my mother that morning, I

had discovered for the first time that coming home after school held an unusual attraction for me. I knew it was all because of my mother,

or more bluntly, because of her voluptuous allure.

"Ming Song, why are you home so early today? Didn't you go out playing with Xiao Feng?" My mother seemed a little surprised.

My husband worked at the factory and only came home once or twice a month, so she always prepared dinner based on the time her son would return home

. I always liked to play outside for forty minutes after school at 4:30, so my mother was naturally quite puzzled by my early arrival today

.

Of course, I wouldn't say why, I just silently walked to my mother's side and, like in the morning,

hugged her tightly.

I remembered how, after school, I rushed home, and Xiaofeng even asked me what was wrong! I said I missed my mother, and Xiaofeng

's mocking look... Laugh, laugh, nothing can stop me! What kind of steps? Slowly, you

'll understand.

"This child, what's wrong with you today?" My mother tapped my head, and at her feet, that lazy dog, Huhu, scurried away...

He playfully rubbed against my feet. I kicked him away, looked up at my mother, and said, "Nothing, I just wanted to hug you

, Mom ."

Hearing this, my mother smiled, "Then Mom will hug my silly child too."

Because my mother and I were hugging face to face, my left ear was pressed tightly against her chest, and that soft stimulation

soon made my penis stand up and press against the base of her thigh.

At this moment, my mother finally noticed my strangeness, slowly pushed me away, blushed, stared into my eyes

and said, "You...you naughty child! How dare you take advantage of your mother!"

I also blushed, didn't dare to answer, and turned and ran out.

That night, when I was going to sleep, I lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), but I couldn't fall asleep no matter what. Thinking about my mother's body, I became

excited . How could I sleep in this state!

"Ming Song, why aren't you asleep yet?" I heard my mother's low voice in my ear.

It was my mother checking on me at night! Every night before bed, my mother would come to my room to check on me. Overwhelmed with excitement, I

exclaimed, "Mom, tonight, I want to sleep with you!"

My mother seemed a little stunned, perhaps sensing something was off about me that day.

After a moment of , she said, "Come on, come on."

Lying on my mother's wide kang (heated brick bed), neither of us spoke a word. After a long while, as I

grew increasingly awkward, my mother hesitated and said, "Child, tonight..." After saying those four words, she seemed to remember

something and whispered, "Oh, go to sleep. You have school tomorrow." She got up and tucked in the blankets, seemingly

preparing to sleep.

I, who had initially intended to give up, saw my mother wearing only a bra as she tucked in the blankets, and I felt

my blood boil! It was a feeling of being on cloud nine; my mother's long hair flowing down and brushing against my face

made me tremble.

Without considering the consequences, I frantically threw off the blankets, rolled over, and landed on top of my mother!

My mother was only wearing underwear! I was wearing thin pants during the night check!

At that moment, I had no inhibitions. Yes, how much

self-control could a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy have, especially in front of his doting mother?

My erect penis pressed against my mother's vulva, even though we were wearing underwear (neither mine nor my mother's

were off). I didn't care, just like in those pornographic videos, persistently thrusting.

Soon , I was on top of my mother, kissing her lips.

I'll never forget that moment; kissing my mother felt like heaven!

Then, my mother seemed to realize what was happening and pushed me away forcefully!

"Ming Song, what are you doing!" I couldn't see my mother's expression in the darkness, but the anger in her voice

told she was really angry.

"Do you know what you were doing, Zhang Ming Song?"

"How did you become so bad! Who taught you this!" My mother was truly furious.

"You've disappointed me so much! How could you do this? I'm your mother!"

Sensing the disappointment following my mother's anger, I don't know where the courage came from, but I hugged her again

. She pulled away again, and I hugged her again. This happened about ten times, I think. Finally, she gave up, letting

me hold her, and slowly began to sob.

"Child, what's wrong?"

I pursed my lips, finally whispering, "Mom, your son loves you, your son loves you."

"Mom loves you too, but..."

"I'm your child, aren't I?"

After those seven words, my mother and I fell silent. I only remember that for a long time, my

mother and I just held each other quietly, without saying another word.

After a long, silent embrace, I finally grew tired. A huge sense of loss overwhelmed me, and in a fit of pique, I quickly

buried myself in the blankets. My mother didn't move.

After a while, feeling deeply pained and lost, I felt a slightly cold hand slip into my

underwear . Yes, I still can't forget the coldness of that hand, nor can I forget the extreme joy I felt at that moment. My mother

still loved me after all. This love was almost spoiling.

Less than two minutes later, I felt a sudden urge to urinate. I could only say shyly, "Mom, I need to pee."

I don't know if my mother didn't hear me or what, but she didn't say anything, and continued to slowly

stroke my penis. I still "peed," and of course, later I realized it was actually ejaculation—

my first time as a virgin.

To be continued…

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