【Spring of Ping】(The End)

My mother, Zhen Ping, was born in 1962, the eldest child in her family. She originally had an older brother, but

he died at the age of one during a famine, not from hunger. Ping's father was a cadre, having served as a bodyguard for a

high-ranking Party. Ping soon had her first son, who also tragically died of illness. Because neither of her sons

survived, Ping's mother blamed her husband. Her father, filled with remorse for failing in his

responsibilities as a father, resolutely transferred back home—to continue the family line.

Ping was an exceptional girl, consistently ranking at the top of her class, even in her village. After

graduating , she had to drop out due to the abolition of the college entrance examination. To continue her studies, she worked tirelessly in the commune,

striving to be recommended for university. She believed she

could but fate intervened, and the college entrance examination was reinstated. With five younger siblings in school,

the pressure of life meant that Ping, the eldest daughter, no longer had the opportunity to attend university. Harboring a dream of university, Ping could only

work and study at night, or finish her work as quickly as possible and hide in the fields to study. Under such difficult

conditions , Ping ultimately lost her chance to go to university, missing the admission score by a few points.

At this time, Ping fulfilled her promise to her mother and agreed to marry my father,

a boy a year younger than her from a relatively well-off family in a neighboring village. My father's personality was the opposite of Ping's; he never liked studying,

but besides academics, he excelled at everything else.

He was famous in sports like swimming, table tennis, basketball, and rope skipping in the village and township. He was also skilled at clapper talk, mahjong, and cards. He had even

studied martial arts under a local master and was a well-known troublemaker. Ping once jokingly said that she definitely wouldn't

have married my father if he hadn't been so handsome. My father was probably quite satisfied with Ping's appearance and figure, which is why he wanted to marry her. Before Ping agreed,

he diligently went to Ping's house to help with chores; at home, he was a "little emperor" who never did any work.

My grandfather had also served as a village official, a respected elder in the village. He

was very satisfied with Ping as his daughter-in-law. Although Ping wasn't known for her beauty, he, as her father-in-law, had complete

confidence in her virtue. My grandfather wasn't exactly a man of impeccable morals. He once said that when he was young, even a painting

couldn't capture his handsome appearance, so it was easy for him to have several mistresses in the village—of course, these were just

rumors and whispers. Ping's life was relatively peaceful for the first few years after her marriage. She gave birth to two children in three years, but

this peace changed when her second daughter was only five months old.

During the off-season, my father and uncle fished on a boat, sometimes returning home very late, sometimes even staying on the boat.

For some reason, some lecherous men in the village who had long coveted Ping began to stir at this time. Little did Ping

know that one of them was her husband's father. In the years since becoming a woman, Ping had been repeatedly

tempted and seduced by other men, but she never gave them a chance. At night, she would keep the courtyard gate tightly shut, and no

man other than herself ever entered the yard when her father wasn't home. Perhaps it was a case of "it's hard to guard against a thief within the family," or perhaps the ordinary,

peaceful life had subtly altered Ping's concepts of chastity, ethics, and ideology.

One night, when her grandmother was also away, her grandfather returned from drinking and, in his drunken state and driven by lust, raped Ping.

It was a combination of a silent, struggle in the darkness and

a subsequent scene filled with lewdness and sexual intimacy. The drunkard, certain his son wasn't home, entered the house, pinned Ping to the ground

, and began to violently assault her. Ping initially resisted desperately but didn't cry for help, which emboldened the drunkard, allowing him to succeed.

When her pants were completely ripped off and her genitals were being sucked by her grandfather, Ping gave up resisting, allowing her husband's

father to repeatedly possess her body. Ping said that Grandpa had sex with her

three times , and when his penis first entered her vagina, her mind went completely blank; she was completely unconscious. It was only when my

second sister woke up crying in the dark that she realized what had happened and urged Grandpa to leave. All three ejaculations occurred inside her vagina.

Although Ping said I was pregnant before this encounter, I still doubted whether my true identity was

really not that of "Father's" brother. Perhaps it was divine wrath or something else, but Grandpa

died almost immediately after this drunken indulgence. The next day, he took the opportunity to have sex with Ping again, and then remained bedridden until he

passed away just over two weeks later.

Ping couldn't explain why, for nearly twenty years afterward, she could remain physically faithful to her father, but

when Grandpa tried to rape her, she didn't cry for help, and the next day she willingly let him have sex with her again, even

letting him take her second sister's breast milk. But I know—she harbored a feudal servility ingrained by oppression, and

her inherent nature was promiscuous.

That concludes the story from over twenty years ago. Now, let me explain why I still refer to my mother as "Ping" in front of everyone

. Yes, you guessed it—besides being Ping's son, I'm also her "husband.

" I still call her that to her face, especially during sex. I like to call out "Ping" while we're having sex,

and she'll call me "husband" and urge me to work harder…

Let me start from when I was twelve. I accidentally came across pornographic videos and novels and learned about

relationships between men and women. Because of inexplicable inferiority and an excessive fear of my parents' strictness, I had absolutely no

desire to date girls and was only interested in mature women. So, I secretly indulged in sexual fantasies

and quickly learned how to release my sexual tension on my own. My mother's doting on me in my childhood and her already alluring charm made

me a very normal "mother-obsessed" person. I won't go into details about watching her shower, peeping at her while she used the toilet, or licking her underwear

. In the hot summer, when the whole family slept together, I would sleep next to my mother, and often, after everyone

was asleep, I would secretly touch her genitals, even carefully inserting my penis inside to gently probe and lick the fluid. So

I knew the taste of her vaginal fluid very early on, and I liked it. Later, she said she had discovered all this long ago, and tolerated it

because she was afraid I wouldn't know what to do if I were exposed. What she didn't expect was that I actually dared to ask her for

sex—on the night before my college entrance exam, I mustered up the courage to say to her, "Mom, can I have sex with you once?"

I thought I had found a good opportunity, that she would

agree . "Or she might say she'll tell me after the exam"—that's what I naively thought. But the result was

that what was supposed to be her company during my exams turned into me not seeing her for the entire two days of the exams.

My mother's figure. Because I watched too many adult videos, I had long lost my normal sexual values, and I couldn't remember how many

times I had sexually assaulted her, so at the time I didn't think I was wrong, but rather that my mother didn't love me at all. Originally, I wanted to use my

affected college entrance exam scores to force her to submit, but surprisingly, I actually performed a little better than expected. I

wasn't particularly happy about getting into university, because that was inevitable, but losing my mother's love was extremely

painful. I always thought she would definitely grant my wish; I had been infatuated with her for so many years, and I thought that as long as I

mustered up the courage it would all fall into place... I never expected it to turn out like this, and our relationship was no longer intimate.

The university was far from home, and having lived in a dormitory since junior high school, I didn't feel any discomfort. On the contrary, I was

somewhat happy because I didn't have to deliberately avoid my mother. In four years, my mother and I never spoke on the phone alone. When my father gave her the phone,

we would talk for less than two minutes before hanging up. I basically worked part-time during summer vacation and didn't come home, only returning home for the Chinese New Year during winter vacation

. Although I always deliberately avoided my mother, my infatuation with her over the years did not diminish in the slightest. After graduation, I

went south to look for a job, but after wandering around for almost half a year, I still couldn't find a satisfactory one. That day, quite unexpectedly,

my mother called. Hearing her voice, and thinking about my miserable situation, my nose stung with tears.

I called her "Mom," and then fell silent. She was silent for a while, then asked

how and if I had a girlfriend. I didn't know if she had forgiven me, but I still wanted to have sex with her

. All these years of avoiding her was a way of telling her my persistence. Since she mentioned girlfriends, I seized the opportunity

.

"I haven't found a good job. Right now, I just want to be with you. I won't look for a girlfriend."

"I'm your mother!"

"I know!"

We said these two sentences quickly and loudly. After a brief period of insistence and silence, my mother

started talking again. I thought she was finally giving in, but I didn't know that her compromise had already happened more than twenty years ago.

"If it's hard to find a job, come home first. It's almost Chinese New Year..."

"If you promise to have sex with me, I'll come back right away."

"What is sex?" Apparently, in our rural area, there's no such thing as sex.

"It's about having sex, mating, fucking." I initially thought she was faking it, so I tried to speak louder and

louder, but my voice kept getting lower and lower until I could barely hear myself saying "fuck."

"I thought you'd grown up by now, but you haven't changed at all..."

"I'm mature. That's all there is to it between men and women. You're beautiful. I've been infatuated with you since I was old enough to understand,

and that hasn't changed over the years, so I have to have you."

"You know I called today to surrender to you, right? What's so great about me?

What would we be if we did it?"

"If we fucked, we'd be husband and wife. I want to be your son and your husband. If you don't give it to me, I

don't know how I'd be your son."

"Let's talk about it when we get home. Or maybe you'll see how old I am now and not want to fuck this old woman." "

You're only in your forties. What's so old about you? Promise me, and I'll guarantee we'll fuck for at least another ten years. We'll be

husband and wife for more than ten years."

"Look, only ten years. What will I do after that..."

"Then forever, we can be husband and wife for a lifetime, Ping!" To be honest, I just said "

forever" to coax her into agreeing, and it was the first time I called her Ping.

"Call me Mom!... Come back and we'll talk about it. I'm not as good as you think. You'll get tired of me."

"Mom will always be the best. I love you, Mom. I'll only come back if you promise me." I know

it's cheesy to use the word "love," but I also know that "love" works on women.

"Come back and we'll talk about it, okay?" My mother was already clearly giving a vague answer.

"No, I can't rape you. If I go back and you don't agree, I'm afraid I don't know

what !" I wasn't buying it. I had to hear her say yes for sure.

"Yes... I'm a slut, a whore, a slut. So you know I'll definitely agree, right?

I really want to have sex with you, and I also want to have sex with other men. I've been hesitating all these years, but I... I'm afraid

... of beasts, I'm afraid! Waaah..." My mother cried.

"Mom, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid...you'll look down on me, you'll...hate me!"

"I'm all grown up now, I know what I'm doing. I'll hate you if you don't give it to me!"

"...Fine, then I want ten years. Within ten years, you have to give me what I want, you have to treat me well,

you can't abandon me or despise me, otherwise your Jing family line will end!" Perhaps after composing herself, her mother

gradually stopped sobbing.

"Okay! Ten years it is, Mom! During these ten years, when we're having sex, I'll call you Ping. Of course, you

'll still be my mother. After ten years, I'll still love you, and I might still want to have sex with you." I agreed readily.

"After ten years, you can do whatever you want, I'd even be willing to die." After a moment of silence, she added coldly

, "Five years from now, I'll tell you something. If I forget, you have to remind me...of course, I

probably won't forget!"

"Oh...why can't you say it now?...Ping!" I was still a little hesitant to call her that.

"Because I want you to truly love me for five years, and for the other five years, I want to know how you

'll ...humph!" When Ping said this, I felt a chill.

"So, am I going home now?"

"Okay, I'll hang up now, my little husband!" She hadn't even had sex with me before, but she quickly got into character.

Those are her exact words. Now, four and a half years later, I still remember them so clearly. I still don't have

a girlfriend. Although my father is very anxious, and Ping is a little anxious too, I'm not in a rush. These past

few years, my father has been traveling a lot for business, so Ping often finds excuses to come and stay with me

. I've maintained a very high sex drive and interest in her body. Because we often have sex several times a day, and

on weekends when I'm not working, we basically have sex from the previous night until noon the next day, then after waking up, we have sex again, and when we're tired,

we sleep again. I'd say it's no less than a thousand times.

Ping said she's middle-aged and never expected to find a second spring in her life, and she's very grateful to me, her

precious son. She's not here these days, and yesterday on the phone, she couldn't help but tell me about what she said about wanting to be five...

That thing she told me years ago. Yes, it's about her having sex with her grandfather more than twenty years ago. When

I first heard it I really couldn't accept it, but I'm much better now.

Life is just about sex, isn't it? I said more than four years ago that's all there is to men and women, so why

would I still be so upset now, right? So here, I want to say to my mother, Ping:

"Ping! I love you. I know you had sex with your grandfather, but I really don't care. Everyone is free at all times

. I swear, your second spring has just begun!"

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