[Fantasy] Lady Fuyao (Complete) - 34-36

Crossing the Ganges River (also known as "Loving Mother Fang Min")

Chapter 1

Every protagonist in a first-person narrative has a name. Please call me Ahao, or any name you prefer, as it's not important to the story I'm about to tell you.

This is a story about my beautiful and sensual mother, a story of love and sacrifice.

I was born in the 1970s in a small town in southern China, a picturesque place. According to the older generation, my family migrated here from the Central Plains during the Southern Song Dynasty to escape war.

Because the surrounding area was inhabited by ethnic minorities, after centuries of development, although the main customs remained Han Chinese, we also adopted many customs from the original inhabitants of the border regions. For example, newlyweds would go to a temple to worship a sturdy wooden stake painted in the shape of a tiger's head to pray for peace and children (I later learned from books that this was just a remnant of primitive genital worship), and the husband would give his new wife a silver necklace, and so on...

My mother's name was Fang Min. She lost the joys of girlhood at a young age, learning to be pregnant and give birth. My father seduced my mother at a bonfire party when she was fifteen, taking her virginity, and that's how I came to be. On their wedding night, my younger sister was born. My

father worked in the mines and was quite chauvinistic (most men in our hometown were like that). After he rose to a minor foreman position, he developed a drinking problem, often drinking until he was unconscious, requiring my mother, me, and the rest of the family to help him to bed. However, he didn't beat or scold anyone in the family when he was drunk, so considering other things, you could say he was actually quite good to my mother (at least compared to other families in town), and it was clear that my mother loved my father, or perhaps it was "a kind of respect."

However, I often sensed that my mother seemed a little melancholy. Of course, at that time, I didn't quite understand why. Our family's circumstances were considered upper-middle class compared to other families, and my mother never had to work to help support the family.

Whenever I had the chance, I would help my mother with chores. My dad was always working in the mine, which naturally brought my mom and me closer. She often came to me for help, and I, in turn, tried to cheer her up.

It was clear my mom enjoyed having me around; it eased some of the boredom of housework.

My dad always left early and came home late, almost always looking disheveled. I felt that romance had long since faded from their marriage. Most of the time, he was either busy working, in meetings, or drinking. Under these circumstances, my mom was actually quite lonely. However, I believe my dad still loved my mom very much. They would sometimes joke around or tease each other, but the romance they had when they first got married was very rare… practically nonexistent.

After graduating high school (few people went to university back then), I started working and also took a job driving a taxi, hoping to earn extra money to help support the family. But as you can imagine, this meant I didn't have much time to date or engage in the social activities that most young men enjoy.

My life wasn't anything special; sometimes it was good, sometimes it wasn't, just like any other ordinary person.

At night, after everyone else in the family had gone to bed, my mother and I would often sit together at the kitchen table chatting. I knew she loved having me with her… Over time, my mother and I became very close. She would even hug me and whisper that my presence was like sunshine in her life.

I was a precocious child, knowing many things that should have been vague concepts at my age. When I turned sixteen, I began to see my mother with entirely new eyes. I discovered that she was indeed a woman, and a very beautiful one at that.

My mother had very black, thick, and long hair. When she let it down, a long, flowing black cascaded down to her waist. She had a good figure, a slender, southern-style figure, and her eyes were still bright and expressive.

We talked about almost everything. I told my mother about my favorite celebrities, and she told me about her life before she got married. When she talked about those carefree days, she still longed for them. But my mother told me she didn't regret her marriage because it gave her the most important things in her life—her husband and children.

At that moment, I realized that my mother, with her traditional virtues and beauty, was a woman who attracted me greatly. So I consciously began to seek her embrace and compliment her, saying she was still a very beautiful woman. These words usually made her blush, but she would still accept them with a smile.

Later, every day when I came home, I would bring her some flowers or desserts. On Sundays, I would ask her to go to the movies with me.

In the theater, I would intentionally or unintentionally lean against her or hold her warm hand, and then, when she wasn't looking, quickly put my arm around her shoulder. At this point, my mother would naturally lean back and rest her head on my shoulder.

I knew that my mother looked forward to the days I took her to the movies because she always picked out the films for us in advance.

After watching a movie, I like to sit with my mother in a small park nearby. There, we can watch the night view of the whole town and exchange playful, affectionate words.

One day, my mother said to me, "Son, shouldn't you be thinking about dating? You're almost seventeen."

Without considering the consequences, I blurted out, "Mom, I don't want to get married. I want to be with you forever."

Hearing her son's bold confession, my mother was clearly taken aback, turning to stare at me in disbelief. After a while, her dazed gaze silently shifted to the distance.

"Mom, did I make you worry?"

My mother thought for a long time before slowly saying, "I think we should go back."

Seeing my mother's attitude, I began to curse the words I had just blurted out. But then I thought, well, I can't just pretend it never happened. Spilled water can't be taken back, so why not take it a step further?

“Mom, if what I said makes you feel embarrassed, I’m so sorry. But you know, your son isn’t stupid, and he’s more mature than his age suggests. I love you very much, and I’m willing to do anything for your happiness, Mom, please don’t hate me.”

Mom remained silent for a long time, then looked at me sadly and said, “Son, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let this continue. It’s all because I was too lonely, so I sought your company, which led you astray.”

“Mom, I didn’t want this to happen either. But since it has, I’m still very happy to have fallen in love with a woman like you.”

“No! No way! You’re my own son!” Mom retorted, “How can such a thing happen between a mother and son? Besides, I’m a married woman.”

“Mom, I can’t think about anything else anymore. I’ll take the risk if I have to. It’s already happened, and I don’t want to lie, and I don’t want to take back my love for you. Mom, for your own sake, can’t you please consider my… request?”

Mom was silent for a long time, then two clear tears silently slid down her white face. Gazing at my weeping mother, I felt guilty. I pulled her to my chest and hugged her tightly. At that moment, Mom whispered, “Son, we should go home.”

After this incident, the relationship between my mother and me became much colder. Although I begged her many times, Mom no longer agreed to go to the movies with me. Instead, she told me that I should go to the movies with a girl about my age.

I could tell that Mom was suffering just as much as I was. As the days went by, Mom became depressed and taciturn. When Dad noticed the change in her, he asked her why she wouldn't go to the movies with me. Mom just shook her head and asked him why he wouldn't take her out.

Dad said, "You know I'm very busy. Sunday is my only day off. It's better to rest at home."

Of course, he drank as usual that day. Then, Mom raised her voice, as if she was saying something to him, and finally slammed the door and left the bedroom.

This Tuesday, when everyone else in the family was out (Dad, sister), I begged Mom again. Unexpectedly, she didn't say anything, just nodded. I was overjoyed and rushed forward to hug my mother tightly. She didn't resist and gently rested her head on my shoulder.

"Mom!" I was so happy that I hugged her tighter, implying to her that with her consent, our previous relationship was over, and we had entered a new chapter.

I silently but very gently stroked my mother's back, my hand lightly gliding over her snowy shoulders and back. My mother remained still, leaning against my shoulder.

I stepped back slightly, gazing into her eyes, looking deep into their depths, and said in a calm tone, "Mom, I love you, I will always love you." Then, I leaned down and kissed my mother's slender, lovely neck, slowly moving upwards to her face. Finally, I bravely pressed my lips to hers.

Unexpectedly, my mother didn't push me away. When her soft lips finally responded, I was overjoyed and almost jumped for joy.

After that, the flowers I brought my mother always earned me a gentle kiss on the cheek. When we were alone together, the long-lost embrace returned; and unlike before, I could now boldly caress my mother's back.

Every Sunday before our date, my mother quickly reverted to her old self, impatient and restless. My sister noticed this too, and asked her with a smile why she couldn't sit still. To this, Mom simply said she was going to see a movie with her son.

My sister laughed at me, calling me a sissy, still clinging to my mother even at this age. I muttered that as long as Mom was happy, I was willing to stick to her forever.

Chapter Two

: This Sunday evening, Mom wore a very sexy outfit. Despite having two children, her figure was still as slender as a young girl's. The clothes weren't very tight, but they looked great, cleverly highlighting her full breasts and shapely hips.

With a light touch of makeup, Mom looked incredibly young, and I was immediately captivated by her stunning beauty. On the way to the cinema, Mom was the focus of all the men in town, meeting countless admiring glances. As her son, I felt incredibly proud.

The movie that night was a romantic drama. As usual, I naturally put my arm around Mom's shoulder, and she rested her head on mine in return. After the movie, we went to our usual park. Outside, the temperature was quite cool.

Quietly, Mom gazed at me and said softly, "Son, thank you for your patience, and thank you for giving me such a wonderful evening."

I looked at Mom and said, "Mom, you look beautiful tonight, very... um! very sexy."

My bluntness made Mom smile, but her face also flushed. She whispered, "Xiao Hao, if you weren't my son, I really would think... you're seducing your mother." At that moment

, I looked at her and said, "Mom, yes."

As I confessed, my body temperature and blood instantly felt like they were on fire. My mouth was dry, and the intensity of my excitement—if there were a measuring instrument, my heart rate would definitely exceed 120.

Turning my head away, my mother whispered, "But son, I am your mother, and I am married to your father."

"Mom, do you really care about Dad? I feel he neglects you too much, and I feel you're unhappy. Mom! Give me a chance, I'll make you happy!"

My mother didn't answer. After a long silence, she slowly said, "Son, I think we should go home, otherwise… one of us… might do something that we'll both regret for the rest of our lives." She

didn't specify which one of us, and my heart was pounding in my chest. Was my mother, like me, unable to control her feelings?

"Mom, I'm sorry, but you are so beautiful. I can't control myself. Many times, I feel like a beast, but I still hope, I hope you're not my mother, so that I might… feel more… I might…" Overwhelmed with

emotion, I couldn't fully express the intense feelings surging through my chest at that moment. But my mother didn't seem disgusted by this confession; on the contrary… she seemed somewhat pleased. I could definitely sense this, and I was certain my father had never said this to my mother.

Like a dream, a pair of soft, delicate hands gently caressed my cheeks. My mother cupped my face and whispered, "Son, I'm so glad you're my son. Do you really think Mom is beautiful?"

I smiled and pulled my mother into my arms, saying, "Yes, Mom, you're so beautiful, so sexy." Unable to resist the urge to kiss her, I suddenly lowered my head and kissed her rosy lips passionately.

My mother didn't move, only passively leaning against my chest, her body stiffening slightly. I continued kissing her, my joy and anticipation growing stronger. Then, my mother suddenly responded with the same passion, her lips pressing heavily against mine. At that moment, I almost cried. I had finally broken through the defenses in my mother's heart.

Seizing the opportunity, I passionately kissed the beautiful woman in my arms, starting with her face, her bright eyes, her delicate nose, and then returning to her warm red lips. I explored with my tongue, prying open her tightly closed teeth, teasing her little tongue, and kissing her passionately for a while. We finally separated, breathless, and gazed at each other for a moment.

My mother suddenly turned her head and whispered, "We should go home, son..."

We drove home, and my mother naturally rested her head on my shoulder. Through the rearview mirror, I secretly glimpsed a joyful smile on my mother's lips. So, halfway home, I suddenly pulled the car over to the shoulder, stopped, and began to kiss my astonished mother, while simultaneously reaching for her chest and kneading her full, round breasts through her clothes.

The first time a man other than her husband touched her chest, Mom trembled violently. She pushed me away forcefully, gasping, "Son! I...we...can't do this."

Clearly, Mom still had reservations about her husband and her own chastity. However, I ignored her protests, using the cramped space of the car to force myself on her, kissing her hesitant lips again, silencing her words. At the same time, my right hand climbed onto her chest, kneading her breasts.

The breasts of a mature woman felt wonderful; two heavy mounds of flesh twisted and contorted under my pressure, full of elasticity. Mom's initial struggle gradually turned into sweet moans, and she began to passionately respond to my kiss.

After a while, Mom suddenly broke free from my embrace, lowered her head, and whispered, "Son, we should go home."

"Okay, Mom," I replied meaningfully, noticing her slightly trembling shoulders.

When we arrived home, it was quiet; everyone else was asleep. As usual, Dad was probably drunk again. Before we even got to the living room downstairs, I started hugging and kissing Mom passionately.

At first, Mom protested, "No...don't do this, you'll wake everyone else up."

Softly, I answered firmly, "Mom, I love you more than anyone else in the world. I want to keep kissing you like this. Don't worry, Mom, Dad and my sister are already fast asleep."

"Son, I know, Mom loves you too! But I am your father's wife, and no matter what his flaws are, I will always wear the collar he gave me..."

"But Mom, we're just kissing. I don't think this will hurt anyone."

"Son, what if someone is woken up? What if we're discovered?"

In the living room, we were at an impasse. Suddenly, I had an idea and whispered, "Mom, let's go to my room. We can lock the door. Dad is probably drunk; he won't know where you went." After

a few seconds of silence, I almost thought Mom was going to turn around and leave. But unexpectedly, she sighed, nodded, and finally gave in to her son's unreasonable demand.

"Go to your room and wait for me. I'll go check on your father and come right back."

I paced anxiously in the room. Just before my patience gave way, the door was gently pushed open, and my mother entered, closing the door softly behind her. She said, looking down, "Son, your father has had too much to drink again."

I couldn't be mistaken; I detected a hint of disgust in her tone. This was my perfect opportunity.

"But I don't think we should do this," my mother sighed softly. "I...I don't want to betray your father!"

"I know, Mom, believe me. Your son won't hurt you. No matter what happens, I will always protect you and be filial to you."

I hugged my mother, lay down on the bed, and began to kiss her.

The kisses grew more and more passionate. Through her thin cotton underwear, I could feel my mother's excitement. My hands eagerly explored her entire body, sometimes her full breasts, sometimes caressing her rounded buttocks. Trembling, I reached for her breasts to unbutton her clothes. Instantly, my mother's body stiffened, but then relaxed again.

"Son, Mom is so scared..."

"Mom, don't be afraid, your son has grown up, I will protect you."

"Yes, son, Mom believes you." Mom said shyly, then leaned against my strong chest and gently kissed her son's cheek.

"Mom, your son loves you."

Afraid that she might suddenly change her mind, I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, while simultaneously kissing her repeatedly, not giving her a chance to back out.

With her shirt off, Mom's full, snowy breasts were encased in a simple white bra, rising and falling with her breath, incredibly alluring. In the dim light, her bare skin appeared even whiter. I took a deep breath and focused on her bra, this time reaching behind her back.

Mom resisted weakly, whispering, "Son, think of your father, think of the ancestors in the ancestral hall. This time, we've gone too far!"

"Mom, I don't regret it. Humans are inherently selfish. Tomorrow, I'll go to the ancestral hall with you to burn incense and pay respects to our ancestors."

I kissed Mom's lips, thus stopping her resistance. Suddenly, my mother's high, firm breasts pressed against my chest. The novel stimulation made me groan softly, instinctively reaching out to knead them, eliciting a series of soft moans from my mother beneath me.

My mother's breasts gave me a warm feeling from my childhood, and I couldn't help but lower my head to kiss her pink nipples. In no time, the tender nipples stood erect from the areolas.

"Mom, I love you. I know I can't be with you, with you... but I don't care. Mom, your son wants to make love to you," I confessed to my mother, lowering my head to kiss her lower abdomen, licking her small navel, imagining the wonderful feeling my brother and I had experienced years ago.

With each intimate contact, my mother seemed to feel pleasure, unconsciously pushing her snow-white body towards me. I licked away the beads of sweat on my mother's skin, tasting the slightly salty flavor, eliciting a joyful moan beneath me that was almost a cry. Then, I began to caress her long, beautiful legs.

My mother's thighs were as smooth as silk, incredibly soft and supple to the touch. Following the curves of her beautiful legs, I gradually moved upwards to her groin, where I felt her panties, a matching set with her bra, both made of cotton.

I passionately kissed and sucked on her fragrant lips, my tongue prying open her lips, causing her to moan ecstatically in a series of passionate kisses. Her whole body relaxed, and without realizing it, she parted her legs slightly, opening her most intimate private parts to me. It

was truly unbelievable. My mother, the mother who gave me life and raised me, was now like a blooming lily, waiting for me to pluck her. Through the rough cotton fabric, I found the opening of my mother's vagina, gently rubbing it. Soon, her white panties were soaked with a steady stream of honey-like fluid.

I stood up, quickly stripped off my clothes, and then slid down my body to her crotch, burying my face inside. Now, the vagina I had longed for, exuding an intoxicating, mature fragrance, was separated from me only by a thin layer of cotton fabric.

"Mom, your son has come to pay his respects." I took a deep breath and began to lick my mother's vagina through the rough fabric, my tongue pushing the fabric of her panties into the crevice of her labia, admiring the beautiful contours of her vagina, and then, through the fabric, sucking the honeyed fluid that seeped from her.

Stimulated by this, my mother weakly twisted her delicate body. Then, I hooked the sides of her panties and pulled them down, a movement that made her body shudder.

“Son, turn back! You have a bright future ahead of you, it’s not worth…it’s not worth it for a woman like your mother…”

“Mom, I’ve told you, I love you. I know this world doesn’t allow mothers and sons to do this, but if you truly love someone, then this kind of thing is unavoidable.”

Mom said, “But what if we get found out…”

“As long as we keep it a secret, no one will know. Mom, we’ll be very careful, so no one will know.”

I comforted the most important woman in my life, kissing her fragrant black hair and sparkling eyes, and finally kissing her lips again. This time, Mom softened in my arms and began to kiss me back, our tongues intertwining.

Reaching down, I pulled at the last piece of clothing covering Mom’s body. This time, Mom didn’t resist. When I threw the pulled-down underwear on the ground, Mom instinctively reached up to cover her thighs, trying to block her son’s beast-like burning gaze. I gently but firmly pulled Mom’s hand away, gazing at that lush black bush, as if in a dream, and whispered in admiration.

My mother straightened up, pressed against my chest, and gently kissed me. I caressed her vagina, gently biting her full breasts, a finger slipping inside her wetness. Even in my most alluring dreams, I had never been able to pull down my mother's panties and caress her mons pubis like this.

Her vagina was already very wet. I moved my mouth to her inner thighs, kissing her lips, then moving upwards, teasingly nibbling at her pubic hair. During this process, Fang Min—my dear mother—groaned with pleasure, immersed in waves of ecstasy.

After kissing for a while, my tongue parted her lips, inhaling her alluring feminine scent. I looked up, admiring the seductive scenery of my mother's private parts, noticing a small pink opening—her urination area. Ignoring the strong smell, I became completely captivated by every part of my mother, gently licking, then licking her entire inner wall, especially around her vagina.

When my tongue moved to her most sensitive clitoris, my mother couldn't help but cry out. Then, I inserted a finger into her vagina and began to thrust in and out, while continuing to suck and kiss her genitals.

The mature and beautiful middle-aged woman's breathing became more and more rapid. I kept stimulating her clitoris, and my mother's genitals were overflowing with fluid, soaking my finger in the slippery honey.

Finally, a suppressed, sharp cry escaped her lips. Her snow-white body arched, and then she began to convulse. I seemed oblivious, continuing to stimulate her, gleefully knowing I had brought her to orgasm.

After a while, panting, her firm breasts rubbed against my chest. With a shy blush, she whispered, "Son, I've never been so happy in my life."

"Mom, you know what? You're so beautiful and sexy. Making love with you has been my long-held dream."

"Son, tell me honestly, do you really think I'm beautiful?"

"Of course, more beautiful than any movie star."

Tears welled in her eyes as she gently embraced my neck, kissing my lips. At the same time, she shyly reached down, grasping my penis, slowly stroking it, guiding it to her inner thighs, rubbing it up and down against her wet vagina.

"Mom!" I whispered, "I love you."

As if silently expressing her agreement, she spread her thighs, placing my penis at the entrance of her vagina. I gazed into the depths of her eyes as my mother pushed me into her.

"Mmm! Son..."

For a boy my age, my penis was large and thick, and my mother's vagina, under my thrusts, bloomed like a flower petal, ready to embrace my burning hot shaft.

My mother arched her back, allowing my penis to reach its full depth. Despite having given birth to two children, my mother's vagina was still very tight, the inner muscles gripping my penis like a pair of clamps.

I pulled out, then slid back in, and began thrusting wildly. My mother swayed her hips and waist with the same passionate rhythm, matching my thrusts, my penis quickly becoming soaked with love juice. My

mother and I were like machines born for lovemaking, perfectly coordinated. Each time I penetrated, my mother arched her back to meet me, her full breasts swinging in a sexy arc. Each time, I felt the head of my penis pressing against her cervix, and my mother began to breathe more and more rapidly.

We went on like this for about fifteen minutes. Then, Mom's body stiffened again, and she gripped my buttocks with her hands, her fingers digging in tightly. My penis was gripped tightly by her warm, tender flesh. I felt a tightness in my lower body, and for the first time in my life, I ejaculated inside Mom. One ejaculation after another, a considerable amount, because soon I felt the semen flowing back into my penis.

And so, Mom and I remained intertwined, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasm.

After a while, my penis hardened again inside Mom's vagina, and I gently thrust in and out. This time, because it was more gentle, we lasted a long time, finally reaching orgasm together again.

The long night felt far too short for us, mother and son. After our last intimate moment, Mom whispered shyly in my ear, "Son, you're so big! Your father and I have never experienced anything like this. Ah! I've almost forgotten when the last time I felt this happy."

Mom's words filled me with a sense of pride as a man. My first time with my mother was more satisfying for her than all her previous marriages with my father.

"Mom, it's probably because I love you so much!"

"Xiaohao, my dear son, this is the best orgasm I've ever had." My mother confessed again, kissing me goodbye. "My good son, Mom should go back now. I think we don't want anyone to suspect anything!"

We kissed for a while longer, exchanging sweet words. She stood up and cleaned herself.

"Mom, can you leave these panties with me?" I asked softly.

My mother was silent for a moment, then asked me with a hint of unease, "As a memento of our first time?"

I nodded quickly.

"I promise, but you must keep them safe." So, my mother put on her clothes, left her panties with me, and quietly left my room.

That night, we made love four times. Finally, I remember pressing my mother's panties to my face as I drifted off to sleep. Even in my dreams, I kept hearing my mother's sweet, almost weeping cries.

Chapter Three:

But when dawn broke the next day, everything from the previous night seemed to vanish like mist. When the family sat around the table for breakfast, Mom was unusually cold, not only refusing to speak to me but also avoiding eye contact.

I felt like I was in an icebox, yet I still refused to give up. So, while Dad and my sister left for work and school respectively, I pretended to be unwell and stayed in my room, playing with the white underwear stained with Mom's honey-like fluid, quietly waiting.

Not long after, the door opened, and Mom walked in as I had hoped. Seeing the underwear in my hand, Mom's face immediately flushed red with shame, and she said in a trembling voice, "Son, we can't repeat what we did last night."

Before I could defend myself, Mom gestured for me to be quiet. "Last night was indeed very pleasurable, and I will always remember everything we had. But I am, after all, a married woman. Son, we can't make the same mistake again."

"Mom," I protested loudly, pulling her into my arms, "I love you! You know you love me too. Give your son a chance!"

I tried to kiss her, but Mom turned her head, pulled away from my embrace, and shook her head. "No, son." Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered, "Just because you are my son."

"Mom!" I cried out as she was about to leave my room, "I won't stop loving you, and I will continue to pursue you."

Tears streamed down Mom's face, but she still left me. From then on, our relationship cooled. It was clear that Mom's decision was painful for her, but her resolve remained unwavering.

Time flew by, and months of effort proved futile. I almost gave up hope of repairing our relationship. My mother was busy finding me a partner, contacting everyone she could find, asking if they knew any good girls; she even consulted all sorts of random books to see if our horoscopes were compatible, and if so, she would arrange for us to meet.

I felt extremely distressed because the only woman I loved—my mother—was about to cruelly push me away from her. In the end, I chose a girl because, in my eyes, she looked somewhat like my mother, and the engagement date was set.

Then, some strange things started happening. My mother's attitude towards me changed; she became like a jealous woman, scolding me for even the smallest mistakes I made.

I jokingly asked her, "Are you unwilling to give your son away?" My mother wouldn't admit it, but when I pointed out her recent change and said it was just a lover's jealousy, she fell silent, followed me into her room, and didn't come out all night.

The next day, when it was just the two of us at home, Mom said, "Son, shall we go see another movie on Sunday?"

It was a little strange, but I was still very happy, thinking Mom was probably just trying to comfort me. I nodded and said, "Mom, that's great!"

I don't know how I got through the next few days, constantly looking forward to Sunday. When the long-awaited day finally arrived, Mom had dressed up carefully for our outing. I could hardly believe that the beautiful woman sitting next to me was my mother.

After the movie, we went back to our private spot, and I hugged Mom again. She didn't resist, and we began to kiss passionately.

My hands started to roam over her body, and from her tightly clenched legs, I could tell she was excited. We were intimate for about an hour before returning home. Just like last time, Dad and my sister were asleep.

"Wait for me in your room, I'm going to check on your dad," Mom said softly.

When she entered the room, I had already undressed and was lying on the bed. My mother turned around, locked the door, and walked towards me. The two of us began a long-awaited, passionate kiss.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I quickly undressed my mother, pinned her down, and kissed every inch of her delicate skin. I held her rounded buttocks in my hands, kissing her genitals passionately, bringing her to orgasm. Then, I climbed on top of my mother, letting her hold my rock-hard penis, and guided it to her entrance. With a thrust, it easily entered her already wet vagina.

I gripped my mother's round buttocks and pounded into her hard. Knowing this might be the last time I made love to my mother, I used all my strength with each penetration, going all the way in.

My mother let me play with her body as I pleased, trying her best to respond to my movements. With each thrust of my penis, she would tilt her head back and moan softly, as if giving me silent encouragement.

We made love passionately on the bed. I tried my best to control myself from ejaculating to prolong intercourse, fully enjoying the pleasure of our mother-son union.

My mother and I were completely uninhibited at this point, wanting to enjoy the sexual pleasure each other's bodies brought us in every way imaginable. Sometimes my mother straddled me, actively responding to my thrusts; sometimes I climbed behind her, penetrating her vagina in an animalistic manner, playing with her breasts.

We kept changing positions like this, and after more than an hour of frenzied intercourse, I finally recklessly released my hot semen into my mother's warm, wet vagina.

My mother reached orgasm at the same time, her face filled with a satisfied, long-lost smile. This time, my mother also reached orgasm, and I had never seen her smile so contentedly.

"Son, you're amazing."

"Mom, are you still going to force me to get married?" I asked her with a hint of unease.

"Ah, son, Mom loves you. As your wedding date gets closer, Mom can't take it anymore, it's like I'm going crazy. I know I'm just jealous. Mom loves you more than anything in this world."

"Like a lover, right?" I asked excitedly.

“Yes, it’s not just a mother’s love for her son, but a love like that of a lover. Mom can’t let you leave my side again, not even for a second,” Mom said softly.

“Do you love me more than you love Dad?” I asked, hugging Mom again, kneading her round breasts, letting her full mounds swell, then kissing her swollen nipples.

In joy, Mom murmured, “Ah, son, Mom respects your father—my husband, but Mom doesn’t love him. After being with you, I learned what love is. My dear son, Mom wants to be your wife. I feel so happy when I’m in your arms.”

Hearing these words from my dear mother, I was shocked.

"Mom, you made me the happiest man in the world. I don't want to share your love with anyone else, not even Dad. You are mine; I want to possess your body and soul. I want you to always lie in my arms like this. I want to be one with you forever."

Mom hugged my back tightly, rolled over, adjusted her position, and straddled my waist until my penis was fully inside her. Then she kissed me passionately, thrusting her plump white buttocks up and down.

"Son, this is wonderful, but our union must be a secret between us. Your dad and your sister can't know, otherwise we can't be together."

"Of course, I know."

Holding Mom's mature buttocks, I thrust hard, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the speed. Suddenly, Mom's tongue intertwined with mine like crazy. Then, in her climax, Mom's body trembled violently, letting out a silent scream.

I knew Mom had reached her climax, so I quickly rolled over and pinned her beneath me, thrusting forcefully. My beautiful, voluptuous body trembled with each thrust, her breasts and buttocks heaving. As waves of pleasure coursed through her, she finally cried out, and at the same time, my penis plunged into her womb, ejaculating a torrent of my semen, filling her womb, the source of our incestuous union, with my seed of love.

After the frenzy, we embraced, her genitals still connected to mine. She pushed me down onto the bed and began kissing my entire body. When she reached between my legs, she took my penis into her mouth and began oral sex. I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated again. Without a hint of disgust, this time, with a charming smile, she swallowed all of her son's semen.

The next day, my mother and I went to a jewelry store to order a silver necklace for our wedding. No one knew that I was going to marry my dear mother. I also bought a wedding dress for her, and of course, I bought one for myself.

Chapter Four

. Another week passed. My mother chose an auspicious day, and in the dead of night, when no one knew, my mother and I secretly went to the town temple. My mother wore her bright red wedding dress with gold trim, looking absolutely stunning; I also wore my new clothes.

My bride shyly lowered her head before me. I took the necklace my father had given her from her snow-white neck and then put the one I had ordered for her on her head, signifying that from this moment on, my mother was my wife.

After the ceremony, we prayed for our happiness before that strange wooden tiger. After a festive feast, we made love passionately there.

"Son, every time I'm with you, it feels like my first time. You give me so much happiness, but tonight is our special first night. Tonight, I am not only your mother, but also your wife."

"Mom, now that you are my wife, can I call you Amin from now on?"

My mother's face flushed slightly, and she nodded shyly. Then I said to her, "Amin, tonight is a special night. Tonight is your first time, and I want you to give me a little baby."

My mother buried her head in my arms and said, "Son, in our customs, a woman's primary responsibility as a good wife is to bear a child for her husband. I'm happy to bear children for you, and besides, your wife is pregnant tonight!"

That night, my mother and I made love repeatedly. Perhaps the wooden tiger really worked wonders; I ejaculated five times inside my mother's womb, hoping she would conceive my child soon. Finally, I put on my clothes, held my naked mother in my arms, and took her to a nearby stream to wash.

At the riverbank, I found a secluded spot, laid my mother down, and spread out her bright red phoenix-patterned dress. The moonlight was beautiful; my mother's skin was very white, even shimmering with a soft, pearly luster under the moonlight, clearly visible. Although my mother and I had been intimate many times before, this was the first time I had truly appreciated the beauty of my mother… this woman who had become my wife.

My mother shyly closed her eyes, letting me help her up. Her breasts weren't large or perky, but rather gracefully curved across her chest. I felt incredibly lucky to have such a woman as my mother.

I lifted her into the water and let her stand, scooping water to wash her lower body. Afterward, I let her wash herself while I swam around her for a while. Gradually, watching her graceful figure, I became excited again, and quietly swam behind her. The water was just up to her mid-thighs. I grabbed her slender waist, and she gasped, then, realizing it was me, quieted down, letting me caress her two snow-white buttocks. After playing for a while,

I cupped her rounded mounds with both hands and pulled them apart. My mother grabbed my hands, trying to stop me, but I grabbed her hands and placed them on her buttocks, kneading them with all four palms.

After a while, I released her hands, letting her spread her buttocks herself, admiring my mother's back door. The back door was tightly closed, like a chrysanthemum bud. I reached out to touch it, and my mother tensed up. I poked it a few times, but the little chrysanthemum remained tightly closed.

My mother seemed to understand my desire. She turned around and looked at me affectionately, saying, "Ah-hao, do you want to insert it into Mom's anus?"

"Hmm..." I didn't want to put my mother in a difficult position, but I also didn't want to lie.

My mother hesitated for a moment, then resolutely said, "Come on, Mom will give you a real first night on our wedding night!"

I was confused and at a loss.

My mother smiled charmingly, "Just think of my anus as a virgin's vagina. I've never let your father insert it. Mom doesn't have a virgin's vagina to offer you anymore, so let's offer my first time from my anus to my Ah-hao!" After saying that, she resolutely turned around and immersed her lower body in the river water.

After carefully cleaning her anus, she inserted her fingers into it several times before turning back to me with a deep, affectionate look. She said, "Come, my love, deflower your wife!"

Then, she leaned forward, raising her white buttocks, spreading them apart with her hands. Her alluring anus, glistening with dewdrops in the moonlight, was incredibly tempting. Her full breasts swayed gently on the water's surface, equally charming.

I couldn't help but embrace her beautiful buttocks, my penis hardening with excitement, slowly rubbing against the crevice between her white buttocks.

Her anus writhed shyly under the stimulation of my penis, looking both alluring and adorable. I couldn't resist lowering my head and licking it with my tongue.

"Don't kiss there!" my mother gasped, her beautiful naked body trembling, her breasts shaking even more violently, a little bit of vaginal fluid seeping from between her labia majora and minora. The taste flowed into my mouth, a slightly salty and savory flavor from the depths of my mother's womb, a taste that excited me to the point of a throbbing erection.

I forcefully spread my mother's plump buttocks, frantically licking her delicate anus with my tongue, pushing the tip of my tongue deep inside, continuously sending saliva into her slightly parted flower, thoroughly lubricating her anus to prepare for penetration.

My mother's anus was very clean; my tongue could taste no odor. As my saliva moistened it, the area around my mother's anus quickly became dripping with fluid.

My mother protested fiercely, but the fluid overflowing from her vulva only increased, and her clitoris grew harder. Clearly, my licking of her vulva and anus was arousing her desire.

My mother's body trembled violently, involuntarily letting out pleasurable moans, the hot fluid flowing all over my face. Her full breasts swayed precariously, her nipples clearly hardened.

I licked my mother's anus with a series of "tsk tsk" sounds, while simultaneously reaching between her legs to part the thick, dark pubic hair with my fingers, accurately finding her protruding clitoris. My fingertips teased the tender clitoris and labia.

My mother groaned louder, her vaginal fluids flowing freely and trickling down her thighs into the river.

I straightened up, grasped my thick penis—the one my mother had given me—dipped in the overflowing vaginal fluid, and aimed my already erect glans at my mother's blooming anus, slowly pushing it in.

My mother let out a series of groans, her anus involuntarily contracting inward. It was clear that this was the first time my mother's anus had been penetrated by such a large penis, and it was indeed making her uncomfortable.

Although anal sex was more stimulating than vaginal sex, the pain my mother was experiencing was unimaginable, and I felt incredibly sorry for her.

So I withdrew my penis and gently comforted her, "Good mother, if it doesn't work, that's fine. I don't want you to be uncomfortable; I just want you to enjoy yourself. Indeed, anal sex is much more difficult than normal vaginal sex."

My mother frowned in pain, twisting her body, but said to me, "It's okay. The first time your father took my virginity, it hurt much more than this. Put more saliva on it, and I'll try to relax my anus so your baby can go in. Good son, try again."

My mother placed her hands on her knees, lowered her head, took a deep breath, and slowly relaxed her anal sphincter, her anus opening little by little. It seemed to be beckoning me.

Seeing my mother's persistence, I had no choice but to obey. I smeared saliva on my glans, spread her buttocks apart, and aimed at her anus. I tentatively launched a new assault on my mother's anus. Finally, amidst my mother's painful sighs, I forced my glans into my mother's relatively dry and narrow anus.

But as soon as my glans went in, the feeling of the tender rectal flesh rubbing against it was so pleasurable that I couldn't stop. I felt both love and excitement. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's smooth, bare back repeatedly, while frantically rubbing and thrusting my fingers into her clitoris, labia, and vagina.

I patiently pushed in inch by inch, watching my thick, long penis slowly sink into my mother's anus. It took more than ten minutes before my penis was fully inserted into my mother's round, pert buttocks.

"Mom, we did it!" I whispered excitedly, my heart pounding with indescribable joy.

My penis was tightly gripped by the sphincter muscles in my mother's rectum; even the slightest movement brought intense pleasure, making my penis grow harder and harder.

"Good son, Mom has finally given you your first time. Mom is so happy!" My mother reached out and touched my testicles, saying happily. It seemed that my mother's anus had adapted to the insertion of my penis, and the initial pain seemed to have lessened slightly.

So I relaxed, took a deep breath, suppressed the intense stimulation of my first anal sex with my mother, forcibly controlled the urge to ejaculate, and began to tentatively thrust in and out slowly. My mother's breathing quickened, and she began to sway her body back and forth, actively cooperating with my thrusting movements. Her

originally delicate and small anus was stretched open by my penis, and with each thrust, her chrysanthemum opening rose and fell, yellowish vaginal fluid seeping from the crevice, looking extremely lewd. I gradually quickened my pace, fully enjoying my mother's firm and elastic buttocks.

The "smack, smack" sound of my penis hitting my mother's buttocks was particularly crisp in the night air. After experiencing the initial pain, my mother's anus gradually adapted to the rhythm of my movements. Each time I penetrated, she would automatically relax, allowing me to penetrate deeper; and when I withdrew, her anus would automatically tighten, giving me immense stimulation.

Slowly, I heard her uttering comfortable moans, different from before. Suddenly, a desire to conquer surged within me.

I panted heavily, clenching my teeth, as if to vent the resentment that my mother's body had been possessed by my father for so many years, my penis slamming harder and harder against my mother's naked, snow-white, plump buttocks. Her body trembled violently, her two full, high breasts heaving wildly, and she whimpered in pain again.

My mother clearly felt the pain from my penis, but I ignored it like a madman, my hands still squeezing her swaying breasts.

With a high-pitched scream, I gripped my mother's buttocks tightly, and in waves of intense pleasure, I thrust my penis as deep as possible into her anus, ejaculating hot semen into her rectum.

After a long while, my limp penis slid out of my mother's lovely anus. My mother felt a slight pain in her anus, and after touching the blood seeping from it, she felt a sense of relief. Turning to me with satisfaction, she said, "I gave you my first time in my anus, which is my way of fulfilling my duty as your husband. My body is yours alone; you can have it whenever you want."

Satisfied, I lay on top of my mother, breathing softly.

Under the moonlight, semen mixed with traces of blood dripped from my mother's chrysanthemum-like anus into the river. The sight of my mother's anal blood filled me with boundless guilt and love.

I abruptly turned her body around, pulling my mother tightly into my arms, and showered her with another passionate kiss. My mother responded, her red lips parting to gently suckle my tongue. Though we remained silent, we could both feel the surging love within us.

In the babbling water, we, mother and son, naked, embraced and kissed passionately for a long time, everything around us seemingly frozen in time.

Even the moon shyly hid behind the clouds in the quiet night sky. In the still darkness, only the soft smacking sounds of our tongues licking each other could be heard. We continued like this for who knows how long, until my penis, rubbed against my mother's vulva, became erect again.

I stood up, lifted my mother's legs, and had her straddle my waist, leading her into deeper water until her pink buttocks were submerged. I grasped her forearms, causing her to lean back, and my penis slid in, and I began to thrust again. Because of the buoyancy of the water, I used this position to bring my mother to orgasm. By the time we got home, it was already four in the morning.

From then on, whenever we could find an opportunity, we would be together. My mother always initiated it; she was currently at the peak of her sexual desire and always had a strong urge. Every time I took off her underwear, her genitals were already soaking wet. My mother told me that just thinking about me made her very wet; no one had ever excited her like this before.

Sometimes, we were like crazy; as soon as the desire arose, we would immediately find a place to have sex.

Once, when everyone else was still at home, I saw my mother go into the bathroom, so I quietly followed her. My mother hadn't locked the door. When she opened it, she was urinating when she saw me. I ignored her protests, picked her up, and without even having time to dry her with toilet paper, pressed her down on the edge of the bathtub, her snow-white, round buttocks raised high, and had sex with her from behind.

"Son, someone might come in," Mom whispered, but I ignored her and continued until we both reached orgasm.

When I left, I pulled up Mom's panties to prevent her from wiping herself. Although our affair went undetected, for the rest of the day, seeing Mom constantly pressing her lower abdomen and frowning in embarrassment aroused me, knowing my semen was flowing from her vagina and soaking her panties.

One night, I woke up very aroused and desperately wanted Mom, so I quietly went into the master bedroom. Mom was lying next to Dad, the thin blanket slipping off her body, revealing her incredibly sexy figure. I gently shook Mom awake, signaling her to be quiet, and whispered that I wanted her, then went back to my room.

Two minutes later, Mom came in, and I lifted her horizontally and placed her on the bed, then began to undress us.

“Son, Mom knows I’m your wife. I should be there for you when you need me, but you coming into my room like this is putting us in unnecessary danger,”

Mom protested. But I kissed her, stripped her naked, and began to give her oral sex. Soon, Mom was wet. I climbed on top of her, penetrated her, and started having sex with her.

Later, when she left me, she told me, “Son, in the future, when you want me, you can come to my room and wake me up, just like tonight, and I’ll come to you.”

I was excited for a moment, but the next night, Mom came into my room with a smile on her face, carrying her bedding, and said to me, “I told your dad that he gets drunk every night, and I can’t stand the smell, so I’m sleeping in your room. Your dad agreed, so from now on, I’m yours every night.”

I grabbed her and showered her with countless kisses. Mom, from now on, we can be like a real couple.

For the next two years, my son and I were very careful, taking advantage of every safe opportunity to indulge in our incestuous love. Sometimes, we'd simply spend a couple of days away, in some cave or dense forest, engaging in incestuous acts like wild animals.

My father never suspected our frequent outings, only thinking I was a dutiful son. In fact, I think he must have been quite pleased; with his nagging wife and son gone, he could indulge in a good, unbridled drunkenness.

And so, the days passed in our blissful incestuous lovemaking.

Under divine protection, my mother's belly remained unharmed. Nourished by my semen, she seemed to radiate youth; my special lotion made her skin fair and rosy; my countless daily breast massages made her previously somewhat saggy breasts firmer; her buttocks became fuller from the impact of our intercourse; and her vagina, stimulated by my penis and nourished by my semen, became more contracted and powerful. Her anus could open freely, accepting my penis and absorbing every drop of semen, which I cherished dearly. Anal sex with my mother became our primary choice for spiced sex. Making love with my mother now brings me even greater ecstasy.

Two years later, my younger sister got pregnant by a man from another province and married him. Meanwhile, I had a great opportunity: to go to Shanghai to learn business, with the possibility of going abroad if I did well.

Being so far from home, I was once saddened, thinking my relationship with my mother would end there. However, the bond between mother and son was strong. My mother, who had never left her hometown in the southwest, learned to take the train and travel thousands of miles to Shanghai to see me and help with my life.

Our separation in Shanghai felt like a reunion, and we resumed our passionate married life. However, I was more careful; I always used condoms when making love with my mother, because Shanghai wasn't home, and her health was paramount. Traveling back and forth was always inconvenient with her pregnancy. After a year of this, each short reunion with my mother was followed by an even longer anticipation.

During my mother's few days in Luzhou, I took leave to stay with her. We made love all day long. My kind and beautiful mother, exhausted from the long journey and the constant sex with her beloved son, was often exhausted, which worried me greatly. So I told her not to come to Shanghai to visit me anymore, so she could stay home and recuperate in preparation for my visit.

Just as I was preparing to go back to my hometown to reunite with my mother, perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, news came from my hometown that my father had been found dead from alcohol poisoning, having smashed his head against a tiger statue. My mother and I felt lost and devastated, but it also meant that we were now free of all ties.

After my father's funeral, my mother officially moved in with me, and we lived together like newlyweds, inseparable.

I was also very happy. Having been exposed to the vibrant atmosphere of the big city, she became bolder in her sexuality, readily accepting my passionate kisses, caresses, and even my rough approach of lifting her skirt and grabbing her buttocks for sex anytime, anywhere. We had sex at least twice a day.

Three weeks into our cohabitation, my mother shyly told me that her period hadn't come. Then came the anxious wait. When she told me again that she was confirmed pregnant, we were both incredibly excited.

In the remaining days, watching my mother move around with my child inside her, her face radiating the unique happiness of a pregnant woman, especially now that she was carrying me—her own son's child—I felt extremely proud.

The joy of becoming a father for the first time filled me with immense happiness. Of course, after my mother became pregnant, the frequency of our sex life decreased. For the safety of the baby in her womb, my mother tried to satisfy our sexual needs through back sex, oral sex, breast sex, and even anal sex.

My mother's love for me during this special time made me feel deeply happy and responsible. I also did my best to take care of my pregnant "lover's" mother, ensuring her safe passage through this difficult period so that we could resume our normal marital sex life as soon as possible.

Nine months later, we had a lovely eldest daughter. This was our new family member; the family we had before seemed like another world to us.

With our first successful encounter, my mother's face beamed with joy, and she hoped to have more children for me, so the Wang family could continue its lineage. In our subsequent sexual encounters, my mother tried every possible method to ensure that my semen was completely inside her vagina, without a single drop leaking. Thanks to my mother's persistent efforts, when our daughter was one and a half years old, our son was born.

After my son was born, my company sent me abroad. With the money I'd saved over the years, I applied for foreign citizenship, allowing my family to settle overseas.

Cutting ties with the past, my mother and I became a real couple, and no one doubted our identity. While I was at work during the day, my mother stayed home to care for our two bright and adorable children; and every night, when our children fell asleep in their crib, it was our happy time together.

Sexual intercourse with my mother was a nightly ritual for us, because she knew my love and infatuation with her body. Despite having two more children, she, nearing forty, still maintained a good figure and a normal libido. Perfect sexual intercourse with my mother every night was the best way for me to recover my energy, forget my troubles, and strengthen the bond between us, this match made in heaven.

Now, after several years of being husband and wife, my mother, my beloved, is even more gentle, considerate, and understanding, filling me with boundless love and happiness. Every night when I wanted her body and took off her underwear, her pink nipples were already proudly erect, her vagina, nestled between her snow-white, plump buttocks, was already dripping with honey-like fluid, and her labia majora and minora were already wide open for me, waiting for me—waiting for her own son's beloved pet.

Every night after showering and drying each other, we would return to the bedroom and, again and again, make that never-ending, lingering love. (Of course, I wouldn't disappoint my mother's good intentions; I wouldn't go to sleep without bringing both of us to orgasm.)

10-12
Possessing My Kind Mother

When I was little, I lived in the countryside. My father was a workshop foreman in a profitable chemical plant in town, while my mother raised broiler chickens at home. I also had an older sister, four years older than me.

When I was in the second year of junior high school, my mother was 37 years old. My mother was a little plump, but she looked quite mature and voluptuous. From the time I began to develop an interest in women, I started to pay close attention to my mother's every move, always finding her very attractive.

In August, during summer vacation, my sister, who was studying at a vocational school, also came home. She shared a room with me. Our house had storage on the first floor, living quarters on the second, and chickens on the third. My parents slept in the large room, and my sister and I slept in the small room. At the time, only my room had a ceiling fan. It was hot, so at night, my sister and I slept on mats, two mats pushed together.

Around 9:30 pm, we were all asleep. While I was half-asleep, I vaguely saw my mother come into our room wearing a vest and cotton underwear. She turned the ceiling fan up to the highest setting, sat to my right for a long time, then got up to turn it off and lay down next to me. She

must have been tired from working; less than 15 minutes after lying down, she started snoring softly. The moonlight was bright outside, and soft light also bathed the room, so I could see quite clearly. I noticed my mother's two plump, white thighs were exposed right in front of me.

This scene excited me greatly, and I couldn't resist reaching out to touch my mother's vulva through her underwear. I gently placed my index and middle fingers on it, but before I could even get a firm grip, my mother slapped my hand down. I quickly pulled my hand back, terrified. I saw my mother scratch her mons pubis a few times and then fall asleep again.

About ten minutes later, I figured my mother was sound asleep, so I gently reached out again to touch her vulva. I made a slight rubbing motion and felt a slight hardness. At that moment, my mother slapped my hand down again. I quickly pulled my hand back, but her palm still touched my fingers. I panicked, but my mother didn't seem to notice anything. She just scratched her genitals, turned over, and continued sleeping with her back to me. I also drifted off to sleep.

About twenty minutes later, I woke up again, looking at my mother beside me, breathing evenly. My mind started racing again. I tentatively placed my hand on my mother's waist. She didn't move much, and her breathing was normal. I grew bolder and gradually moved my hand down, cupping her buttocks and gently stroking them. My mother's buttocks were large and felt wonderfully firm and elastic. I stroked them for about half a minute before moving my hand towards her waist. When my hand touched the edge of her underwear, I paused, then suddenly slipped my hand inside her cotton underwear. My fingers traveled directly to the smooth, soft peaks of her buttocks and lingered there.

I quietly observed my mother for a while, seeing that she was still breathing softly and evenly. I became a little bolder and began to move my fingers on her buttocks, but only stroking the left buttock. After playing like this for a few moments, I couldn't resist any longer. I moved my hand along her smooth skin to the side of her pelvis, paused briefly, then, holding my breath, slid my hand towards her genitals.

My mother's lower abdomen was noticeably protruding, and it felt soft against my skin. I finally reached the base of her thighs, and my fingers touched a tuft of hair, softer than human hair. But her thighs were tightly closed, blocking my hand. I don't know why, but I felt a rush of blood to my head, and I desperately tried to push my fingers into her thighs, but I failed. After a few attempts, I gave up.

Instead, I started caressing her lower abdomen. Besides rubbing my palms against her belly, I began kneading the soft flesh with my fingers. At the same time, I leaned forward, gently placing my right hand on her back, and pressing my lower body against her full buttocks. I felt my penis slowly becoming erect, gradually rubbing against her buttocks. It

was quiet all around, and the moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the mat. Everything unfolded slowly in the stillness.

My desire burned brighter and brighter. I didn't know what I wanted, but I was no longer satisfied with just touching her lower abdomen. I abruptly pulled my left hand out of my mother's underwear, and without hesitation, slid it inside her vest, grabbing one of her plump breasts.

Her breast was very elastic, flattened into a round shape under the pressure of her undershirt. Almost as soon as I grasped the base of her breast, my five fingers began to knead and rub, while I pressed my lower body forward against her. Unfortunately, I hadn't been playing with her breast for long when she suddenly grabbed my hand, pushed my arm away, and turned to me, yelling, "Chengcheng, what are you doing!" My mind went blank with fear; I thought, "I'm done for!"

I don't know what my mother was thinking at the time, but she put on her slippers, straightened her clothes with a cold expression, and shuffled to the next room. And I, Mu Mo Hui Ying, was a little scared. I thought to myself, "I'm so scared of what I've done to my mother." The next morning, I was woken up by my sister. She said Mom wanted us to come down for breakfast. I nodded hesitantly, feeling uneasy, wondering if Mom would tell anyone. As

it turned out, my worries were unnecessary. During breakfast, Mom and Dad chatted casually about neighborhood gossip, and there was nothing unusual about it. I finally felt relieved.

After that incident, I never dared to bother Mom again. Although she had always doted on me, she could also be very strict at times. Subconsciously, I was still a little intimidated. But my possessiveness towards Mom didn't diminish at all.

When September came and school started, I officially entered my third year of junior high school, and my older sister also went back to school. Coincidentally, not long after, my dad was also assigned to a business trip to some unit in Qingdao, and he wouldn't be back for a week. So, it was just my mom and me at home.

That night, I was reading in just shorts, staying up until ten o'clock before I saw my mom come into her room. About half an hour later, when I couldn't hear any noise from the next room, I closed my book and went to push my mom's door. Sure enough, as usual, the door was ajar.

I saw my mom lying on the bed. By the dim light coming from my room, I saw that she was only covered by a thin sheet, and her thighs were completely exposed. I softly called "Mom," but there was no response.

I grew bolder. I tiptoed onto my mom's bed, lay down on her right side, and stared at her for a while.

Tonight, Mom was wearing a pink tank top, and I could vaguely see her full, rounded breasts. I tentatively touched her lightly, but there was no reaction. So, I mustered my courage and slowly slipped my right arm under her body, placing my palm on her chest. At first, my heart was pounding, my hands were trembling, and I was incredibly flustered.

I only dared to gently caress her breasts through her tank top; they felt soft and pleasant to the touch. Later, seeing that Mom didn't react much, I gradually became bolder. I carefully slipped my hand inside her tank top and gently kneaded the base of her right breast.

After kneading for a while, I moved my palm upwards and touched a small protrusion—Mom's nipple.

I pinched her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, sometimes lightly, sometimes firmly. At the same time, I started to feel my breathing quicken and my mouth become dry.

I carefully propped myself up on my left arm, leaned my head towards Mom's chest, and simultaneously used my right hand to lift up her tank top. Suddenly, Mom stirred, startling me. I quickly withdrew my right hand and buried my head on the pillow, pretending to be asleep.

Mom sat up and said, "Chengcheng, why are you sleeping here? Are there too many mosquitoes? Then sleep at my feet." She then got out of bed.

I lay on Mom's bed, my heart pounding, wondering if Mom knew what I had just done.

I waited for a while, but Mom didn't come back; she probably went upstairs to feed the chickens. As I waited, I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, before five o'clock, I woke up and looked out the window; it was already bright. I saw Mom sleeping soundly at my feet. I was covered with a sheet, but Mom wasn't covered at all. Her two plump thighs were slightly parted, and I could vaguely see a tuft of dark pubic hair through her trouser legs. Looking down at her chest, I saw that my mother's full breasts made her vest bulge high, but the bottom edge of the vest was resting on her stomach, obscuring what lay beneath.

I thought for a moment, then quietly reached over and lifted her vest. From my angle, I was horrified to see her breasts, tightly pressed into flat, round mounds beneath the vest. Her breasts were white and large. I lifted the vest a little higher, and finally, I saw her nipples—two deep red grapes that made me want to take a bite. This made my blood boil.

I quickly took off my only pair of underwear, then rolled over and lay down beside my mother. Seeing my mother still fast asleep, I suppressed my trepidation and gently climbed onto her. I knelt beside her waist, my limp penis hanging between my legs like a caterpillar. I carefully and slowly sat down, gently pressing my body against her inner thighs. Then, I placed my hands on her waist, hooking the hem of her vest with my thumbs, and slid my hands up to flip it open. Finally, I placed my hands under her armpits, and her two peach-like breasts were perfectly presented before my eyes. Her breasts were very white, pear-shaped, and the veins were clearly visible, giving them an alluring feel. I felt an erection begin to rise, and my whole body started to heat up. Without thinking, I lowered my head and began to suckle her left breast.

My sudden attack must have startled Mom awake, because a strong force suddenly acted on my shoulder, pushing my upper body backward, and Mom's nipple slipped out of my mouth with a "pop."

I saw Mom staring at me silently, her face frosty, as she pulled her rolled-up vest back down to cover her exposed breasts. Then, she used one hand to prop herself up and sit up, while the other pushed against my chest, trying to get her lower body out from under me.

I finally came to my senses and pressed myself against Mom again, gripping her shoulders tightly with both hands, my voice trembling with tears, repeating, "Mom, I beg you, I beg you..."

Mom struggled a few times but couldn't break free, so she pinched my thighs hard with her hands, cursing, "Chengcheng, get off me! Be careful when your dad comes back, I'll tell him..."

Hearing this, I felt anxious and scared, but I endured the pain, holding Mom tightly, tears streaming down my face.

Mom pinched for a while, then stopped.

I cried for a while and then felt something was off, so I peeked at my mother. As soon as she saw me looking at her, she started struggling again. I couldn't hold on, and one of her arms broke free. She first tried to push me with that arm, but when that didn't work, she used it to push the bed, moving her body backward.

I was small and thin then, and my development wasn't complete, so when she exerted force, I couldn't hold her down. As a result, half of her fell off the bed, and I almost fell off too. I was still sitting on the bed with her legs down, and she could only support herself with her arms. We remained locked in this stalemate. I sat firmly on her lap, pressing my hands down on her calves. When she tried to twist a few times without moving, she gave up.

Then she said angrily, "Let me go!"

Hearing her tone, I suddenly realized she wasn't as angry as I'd thought. After the struggle, my penis had shrunk to the size of a peanut, and my previous lust had completely vanished. My mind raced.

I freed my right hand, curled my middle finger, and tickled the sole of my mother's left foot, which I was holding down. I put on a pleading expression and said, "Mom, I was wrong. I know I shouldn't have done this to you, but I just couldn't help myself. If you promise not to be angry with me, I'll let you go."

My mother looked at me coldly. I quickly tickled the sole of her foot a few more times. I felt her foot tense, and I glanced back. I saw that all five of her delicate, lovely toes were curled up, and I couldn't help but want to laugh.

My mother said angrily, "Get down! When your father comes back this time, I'll make him teach you a lesson."

But her tone had softened considerably.

I quickly changed to a sincere attitude, "Mom, I really know I was wrong. It's just that you're so charming that I made a mistake. I promise I'll study hard from now on and won't think like that anymore. Mom, please forgive me this time, okay?"

Mom still had a stern face and said, "Get down from here first..."

I quickly tickled the sensitive area on the soles of Mom's feet a couple more times. Mom struggled to break free of her feet while saying, "If you keep grinning like that, I'm really going to get angry. Put me down now."

I knew when to stop, so I quickly let Mom down and even jumped off the bed to help her stand up.

After Mom got up, she grabbed the underwear on the bed and handed it to me, saying, "Put this on quickly, look at me."

I obediently put on the underwear.

Once Mom felt safe, she sat down on the edge of the bed and spoke to me: "Chengcheng, no matter how old you are, in my eyes I'll still see you as a child. I'll let what happened earlier go, and I won't tell anyone. But you must study hard from now on and not have any wild thoughts, okay?"

I adopted a submissive look, lowered my head, and gave a pitiful "Mmm."

Although it had been a nerve-wracking experience, Mom forgave me in the end. So I felt incredibly happy, like I'd been reborn. Even class today was more enjoyable than usual.

When I got home that evening, I heard the sound of spatulas clattering in the kitchen. I ran over and saw Mom cooking. Seeing me, she called out, "It smells smoky here. Go to your room and read for a while. I'll call you when it's done."

I was a little puzzled; why was Mom suddenly being so nice to me?

Dinner was three dishes and a soup, all my favorites: braised bream, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried lettuce and chives, and winter melon and pork rib soup. During dinner, Mom kept putting food on my plate and casually asked me about my studies. I finished the meal, feeling flattered and full of questions. After dinner, I went to my room, took out my books, and started reading absentmindedly.

A while later, Mom finished washing the dishes and came upstairs. She came into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. She picked up a copy of "Reader's Digest" from my bedside table, glanced at it, and put it back. After a while, she interrupted my studying and asked, "Mom just wanted to have a serious talk with you today. I feel like your behavior has been a bit unusual these past few days, Chengcheng. Do you know that what you did this morning was wrong? Look at all our relatives and friends around us, aren't they all well-behaved? I'm afraid that if you continue like this, it will affect your studies, you know?"

I put down my book, sat down next to Mom, and awkwardly scratched my head, saying, "I know I was wrong, Mom. You promised you wouldn't be angry, you can't go back on your word."

Mom said seriously, "Mom is talking to you precisely because I'm not angry with you. Of course, Mom wants what's best for you, but Mom is also afraid that you're being immature and will do something wrong. How could you think of doing that to Mom?"

I seized this opportunity and first admitted that I was wrong. Then I expressed how much I loved and cherished Mom for a long time, and highly praised her allure. I hoped to downplay the seriousness of the situation and gain my mother's forgiveness.

After listening, my mother thought for a while, looked at me, and said, "Chengcheng has really grown up. What you said is normal, but you can't have any thoughts about your mother, understand? It will be better when you have a girlfriend later. You should focus on your studies now. You are in your final year of junior high school, so you especially need to work hard. I haven't been attentive enough to you in the past, so I haven't been able to help you adjust your mindset in time. I will pay more attention to you in the future. You also need to control yourself and study hard, understand?"

I nodded vigorously to show that I understood.

My mother seemed satisfied and left.

Around nine o'clock that night, there was a knock on my door. My mother brought in a bowl of poached eggs with a pair of chopsticks on it.

I happily took the bowl from my mother's hand, and seeing her loving expression, I couldn't help but

kiss her left cheek. Immediately feeling embarrassed, I didn't dare look at my mother's face anymore. I quickly picked up the poached egg from my bowl, eating it while mumbling praises about how delicious the soup was.

The next two nights were the same; my mother would bring me a late-night snack, and I would kiss her on the face or neck, sometimes even complimenting her. My mother didn't seem to mind, indulging me to that extent.

On the third night, around nine o'clock, I heard my mother call from outside the door. I immediately put down my books and ran to open the door. I saw my mother holding a clay pot, the lid of which held something delicious.

"Mom specially stewed a hen for you today. I started stewing it this afternoon; it's very fresh, Chengcheng, try some."

I took a step back, letting my mother into the room. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I instinctively closed the door. I grabbed my mother's waist, and she quickly lifted the clay pot, reflexively backing away. I nimbly ducked down, slipped my head under my mother's arm, pressed my face against the back of her neck, and pushed her against the door.

Her breasts were pressed tightly against my chest. After pinning her down, I immediately freed my hands, my right hand supporting her waist, my left hand under her armpit, pressing it against her smooth neck, while simultaneously pressing my lips to hers. My mother shook her head from side to side, her lips tightly closed, refusing my kiss. I pressed harder on the back of her neck, finally forcing a kiss, but my tongue could only move on her lips, unable to enter her mouth.

My mother made indistinct moans, her hands trying to hold up the clay pot she was carrying, helplessly being violated by me.

I couldn't suppress the burning desire within me, and while kissing my mother's lips, I used my left hand to lift her shirt.

I suddenly lifted my mother's shirt and reached for her breasts, touching her bra. In my haste, I pushed it up, and her two full, pear-shaped breasts sprang out, standing proudly. I abandoned her lips, quickly bent down, and took her right breast into my mouth, while my left hand kneaded the base of her left breast, sucking deeply, feeling utterly blissful. Her nipple hardened in my mouth. Her upper body arched, her right elbow trying to push me away, but I was firmly sucking on her nipple, unable to pull away. Just as

we were locked in a fierce struggle, I suddenly cried out and jerked back. The clay pot in my mother's hands had accidentally burned my neck; the intense pain made me reflexively pull back, knocking the pot to the ground.

I clutched my neck, crouching down in pain. My mother paused, then rushed over to check my injury, asking if it hurt badly. I could only groan and moan, unable to speak. She quickly went back to her room and got a box of green ointment. She pulled me up to sit on the bed, removed my right hand from my neck, examined the injury, and said, "It's alright, not serious, just a little swollen. I'll put some ointment on it, and it'll be fine."

After applying the ointment, she left. A little while later, she returned to my room with a trash can and a mop. She cleaned up the broken pieces of the clay pot and the chicken soup on the floor, then wiped the floor clean. She left with the trash can and mop. As she reached the door, I suddenly said, "Mom, I'm sorry."

She turned to look at me, said, "Don't do that again," and closed the door behind her. For the next two days, I behaved myself and didn't dare to do anything to my mother again. Our school has a one-day-off-weekend, and this Sunday was a day off. As usual, I did a few practice problems, read some magazines, and when I got really bored, I went to my parents' room to watch TV for a while. The morning passed just like that.

After lunch, Mom went back to her room to sleep, so I turned the TV volume down and continued watching. Mom didn't chase me away.

While watching TV absentmindedly, I secretly glanced at Mom's body. She was sleeping on her side with her back to me.

Today, Mom was wearing a blue and white checkered sleeveless shirt. Through the fabric from behind, I could see the two bra straps and the flesh bulging out from under the bra—it was undeniably alluring. She wore a white skirt adorned with small pink flowers. She wore flesh-colored stockings, her toes pointed upwards, looking quite cute.

After about forty or fifty minutes, seeing no movement from Mom, I guessed she was asleep.

I quietly turned off the TV, climbed onto Mom's bed, lay on my side, propped my head up with my right hand, and watched her sleeping soundly.

After a while, I tentatively hugged my mother's waist, my lower body pressed against her buttocks. I could clearly feel her tremble slightly, but she didn't react much. I started to get bolder.

I slipped one hand inside her clothes and caressed her soft breasts through her bra.

I became increasingly insatiable, so I pulled her shirt up and tried to unhook her bra. Having never unhooked a woman's clothes before, the combination of nervousness and excitement made it incredibly difficult. After struggling for a long time, I still couldn't unhook it. In desperation, I pushed her bra up, and her two snow-white, full breasts were once again in front of me. Without thinking, I flipped her over, pressed my entire weight onto her, and grasped one breast in each hand, sucking on them.

Mom finally started to struggle. First, she pushed me away, but when that didn't work, she grabbed my hair with one hand and my ear with the other, pulling me upwards. I held onto her nipple tightly, refusing to let go. Mom gradually increased the pressure, and finally, my ear couldn't bear the pain anymore, so I gritted my teeth and released her nipple, but still tightly gripped her two swollen breasts with both hands. Mom pulled me in front of her and said angrily, "Chengcheng, do you even take my words seriously?"

After what had happened these past few days, I wasn't as afraid of Mom as before.

I shamelessly rubbed my face against hers, and Mom switched to pulling my ears with both hands, pulling me away.

I slowly approached my mother's face, but she turned her face away. I immediately released her breasts, used both hands to turn her face towards me, and forcefully kissed her lips.

My mother kept her lips tightly closed, preventing me from putting my tongue inside. Suddenly, as if playing a prank, I freed my right hand, pinched my mother's nose, and pressed my lips tightly against hers, my tongue constantly sliding across her lips. I looked into my mother's eyes. Her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes fluttering, very cute.

After only five or six seconds, my mother couldn't help but open her mouth to breathe, and I quickly put my tongue into her mouth, letting her breathe at the same time. My freed right hand returned to my mother's breasts, finding those alluring protrusions, and slowly began to knead them.

I skillfully swept my tongue across my mother's mouth, and my mother's head shook frantically, making indistinct "mmm..." sounds from her nose, her tongue desperately trying to avoid my invasion. I diligently sucked my mother's saliva, and also transferred my own saliva into her mouth, thus creating a very long kiss.

When I released my mother, I saw that her face was flushed and she was panting, but she still said to me, "Chengcheng, let me go. I told you this was wrong. If you let me go, I'll forgive you."

I ignored her and lowered my head to force a kiss a second time. My mother still didn't cooperate, but this time she didn't turn her head away. She probably knew it was futile and just kept her lips tightly closed.

This time I was gentle. I pulled my right hand, which was playing with my mother's tender breasts, gently pinched her jaw, and patiently pried open her teeth with my tongue. At the same time, I started to unbutton my mother's shirt with my left hand, which was playing with her right breast. My mother probably realized this and let go of my ears, desperately covering her shirt and pulling the shirt down again to cover her exposed breasts. At the same time, she struggled desperately.

I had to increase the force in my hands, and with a few "snap" sounds, the buttons on my mother's shirt were pulled off. The buttons fell to the top. My mother panicked and opened her mouth as if to shout something. I seized the opportunity and conquered her mouth in one fell swoop. I knew I couldn't be too hasty, or I would push my mother too far. I released my mother's shirt and gently cupped her cheeks with both hands, savoring her taste.

After kissing like this for a while, I felt my lower body become noticeably erect. My mother was only wearing a thin skirt, and after a struggle, the skirt had already flipped up to her waist, leaving my lower body bare.

I pressed my lower body against my mother's lower body, squeezing my knees between her legs, spreading her plump legs wide apart. My left hand tightly gripped her full waist, and my right hand pinched her full breasts. With the powerful pressure of my lower abdomen and thighs, I pressed my mother down firmly in my arms. My erect penis was also pressed against the outside of my mother's vagina through my pants, which felt very stimulating.

My mother tried desperately to close her legs, but with my legs sandwiched between them, she had no way to do so.

After playing like this for a while, I felt my desire growing stronger and stronger, and I could no longer restrain myself. I released my mother's lips and started to tear her panties off with my hands. Suddenly, she pushed me away forcefully, almost knocking me off. I had no choice but to lie back down on top of her, pinning her down. But the sensation in my lower body grew stronger and stronger. I steeled myself, grabbed the crotch of her panties, and pulled them aside, revealing her vulva, though I couldn't see it. I quickly positioned my penis, aimed, and thrust forward, penetrating her vulva.

Her vulva was already very wet and hot. As I entered, I felt a warm, wet flesh tightly gripping my penis, a sensation that excited me immensely. I began to thrust in and out, without much skill, just knowing to thrust all the way in and then pull out.

Meanwhile, my mother anxiously repeated, "Chengcheng, pull it out, pull it out, I'm your mother…" She kept pounding my chest with her hands. This only excited me more. I lowered my head and kissed her lips, our tongues intertwining. Meanwhile, my lower body continued to thrust powerfully into my mother's plump, wet vagina, from which the sounds of "splattering" and "splattering" gradually emerged.

The force with which my mother hit me lessened, her eyes became glazed, her face flushed, and her breathing suddenly became heavy. I realized that at some point, she had stopped hitting me and instead wrapped her arms around my neck.

After about four or five minutes of thrusting, I began to feel my glans becoming numb; I knew I was about to ejaculate. I immediately propped myself up and frantically thrust my penis into my mother's vagina, increasing the speed of my thrusts.

At this moment, my mother's face was flushed, her eyes half-open, her breathing heavy, and her mouth half-open, constantly squeezing out "hmm...hmm..." sounds from her throat. My mother's expression looked incredibly alluring. With my vigorous thrusting, my mother's body trembled up and down, her exposed breasts quivering and exposed to my view.

This made me even more excited; I felt my penis, erect inside my mother's vagina, swell even more, and the tingling sensation intensified. A thought flashed through my mind: "Should I ejaculate inside Mom?" Before I could finish the thought, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated inside her!

My lower body pressed tightly against Mom's, holding her body tightly. After half a minute, my penis had noticeably shrunk, but it was still inside her.

Mom's face was still flushed, and her breathing was uneven, but she turned her head away from me.

I felt a little apologetic, so I lowered my head and gently pressed my lips to Mom's neck, gently licking and sucking her skin, feeling my heart filled with happiness and tenderness. My lips slowly moved up Mom's neck to her chin, then hooked her lips together, gently touching them, and then I stuck out my tongue, just as I was about to penetrate her.

Mom, who had given up resisting, pushed my face away and said coldly, "Aren't you getting off?"

I didn't want to disobey Mom's wishes, so with a "pop," I pulled my penis out of her vagina, and a pool of milky white, viscous liquid gushed out. Mom quickly squeezed her snow-white thighs together.

I jumped off the bed, my penis swaying. I rushed into the bathroom, grabbed a roll of toilet paper, ran back to my mother's room, and stood by the bed. Seeing that my mother's crotch was already closed, I silently spread her legs and reopened her crotch. I found her thick labia were engorged and open, revealing the pinkish inner walls. Semen mixed with vaginal fluid was constantly flowing out, forming a layer of white foam around her labia. I tore off a wad of toilet paper and carefully wiped her clean, using five or six wads before finally getting her clean. Throughout the wiping process, my mother just watched me silently.

Seeing that her underwear was completely stained with my semen, I knew she must be uncomfortable wearing it. I tried to pull off her underwear, but she slapped my hand away, sat up, ran to the wardrobe, opened it, took out a pair of white cotton underwear, and deftly changed into them with her back to me.

Mom turned around, saw me still staring at her blankly, and snorted. She walked past me, picked up all the crumpled paper I had thrown on the floor, and headed out.

A little flustered, I suddenly grabbed Mom's open shirt, stammering, unsure what to say.

With my pulling on her shirt, almost her entire upper body was exposed again, and Mom flew into a rage, raising her hand to slap me. I was stunned; Mom had never hit me like that before, and my grip on her shirt naturally loosened.

Mom went into the bathroom and returned to the room about seven or eight minutes later, carrying a wet towel. Seeing me still standing there like a statue, she couldn't help but give me a sharp rap on the back of the head, scolding, "Look at you, so spineless! Here, take the towel and go wash yourself."

I suddenly hugged Mom tightly, bursting into tears, pleading repeatedly, "I don't want to, I don't want to..."

Actually, I didn't even know what I wanted to say.

My mother didn't hit or scold me anymore; she just let me cry in her arms. Later, when she saw that my crying had subsided, she pushed me away and said, "Why are you crying? Do you even know what you did wrong today? I never imagined you could be such a lawless child."

I was sobbing when Mom shoved the wig into my hand and pushed me away. "Go wash yourself clean. Seeing you like this makes me angry."

I went to the bathroom like a zombie, washed my lower body, and then washed my face. Now that my lust had subsided, I suddenly felt guilty, and afraid that Mom wouldn't treat me the same way anymore. My mind was in turmoil.

When I came out of the bathroom, I found Mom wasn't in her room. I was very anxious and went downstairs to the kitchen, but no one was there. I ran up to the third floor, and only then did I feel relieved. Mom was feeding the chickens. Watching her hardworking figure, a deep sense of guilt welled up inside me. I felt so sorry for her.

Mom glanced back at me, didn't say anything, and continued with her work.

At 3:30 pm, I went to the market and bought two crucian carp, two tomatoes, half a pound of garlic, three ounces of dried tofu, and half a pound of lean meat. I also bought two pounds of grapes. I was going to cook a meal for Mom.

I got back and busied myself in the kitchen, rinsing the rice and washing the vegetables.

Mom came down once, saw me cooking, but didn't say anything and went back upstairs.

Finally, around 5:30, I finished two dishes and a soup: "Braised Crucian Carp with Scallions," "Stir-fried Shredded Pork with Garlic," and "Tomato and Egg Soup" (the eggs were what we had at home). The rice was also cooked.

I ran upstairs to call Mom down for dinner. Mom looked at me but didn't say much. She just took off the coat she was wearing while working and hung it on the hook. Seeing this, I happily ran downstairs first and served Mom her rice.

The dinner was quiet. Aside from me constantly putting food on Mom's plate, she just ate her rice without saying a word.

After dinner, I quickly took over clearing the dishes.

Finally, Mom couldn't help but speak: "Chengcheng, Mom will forgive you this time, but there can't be a next time. Your father will be back tomorrow afternoon. You need to behave yourself from now on, study hard, and get into a good high school. Don't think about anything like that anymore, okay?" "

After hearing this, I nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Mom took the trash can and rag from my hands and said, 'Go upstairs and read a book, I'll clean up.'

After this incident, I behaved myself for a few days, but sex is something you get hooked on once you've had it. The memory of having sex with Mom last time was still etched in my mind, impossible to erase. Four days after Dad came back, one time after Mom put down my late-night snack, I couldn't help but hug Mom's waist. Mom quickly dodged when she saw this. I hurriedly chased after her, grabbed her hand, and pulled her back. I also gently slammed the door shut with my foot. Then I hooked my arms around Mom's waist and pressed my whole body against hers. Mom stepped back, her back against the door, her voice trembling slightly, and whispered, 'Are you trying to kill me? Your dad's next door.'"

I whispered in my mother's ear, "Since Dad's not home, does that mean I can..." My

mother ignored me, only twisting my arm, trying to break free.

I couldn't resist any longer, so I whispered "Mommy, Mommy..." in her ear, while using my hand to lift her shirt.

She was wearing a pink bra today. I pressed down the top edge of her bra, and her dark red nipples popped out. I sucked on one. My mother pressed her hands on my head, not using much force. I grew bolder, freeing one hand to pull down my pants. Soft... My penis dangled between my legs.

Then I sucked on my mother's other nipple while reaching under her skirt to pull down her panties. My mother recoiled, her buttocks slamming against the door with a dull thud. We were both startled. I pressed myself tightly against her, motionless, and listened for a while. When there was no sound outside, I finally relaxed. Looking

at my mother's face, she also looked tense and strained. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips, my tongue slipping inside. This time, my mother didn't resist, letting me move freely in her mouth. I suckled for a little while, then reached down to pull down my mother's panties. This time, she cooperated, thrusting her hips forward so I could easily pull them off. I looked at them; they were pink cotton panties. I grinned and casually placed them on the bed (my bed was next to the door).

Then I continued to suckle my mother's nipples in turn. After a while, I still wasn't satisfied, so I pushed up my mother's bra, and her two large breasts fell into my hands. I played with one in each hand, kneading the nipples into various shapes. She suckled vigorously on my nipple, and after a while, her breasts perked up, and her nipples hardened.

I also felt my penis swelling and becoming erect, with a slippery fluid starting to flow from the glans.

I bent down and slipped my right hand between my mother's legs, gently touching the inside of her left thigh. My mother cooperated by lifting her leg. I supported her left leg with my right hand, and held her waist with my left hand, pulling her lower body outwards. My mother leaned against the door with her back against it, her left hand gripping my shoulder, and her right hand supporting me. She leaned her waist forward, pushing her vulva forward, and stood with one leg supporting her weight.

I impatiently half-squatted down, aiming my penis at my mother's vulva, but couldn't penetrate. I tried twice more, still without success.

Frustrated, I released my mother's waist with my left hand, found her vulva, and gently parted her labia with my index and middle fingers. Her vulva was already slippery and wet. I pushed my penis in, hooking it with my left ring and little fingers, and successfully positioned it at her vulva. I pulled my hand back and looked at it under the light; my index and middle fingers... A layer of egg-white-like mucus covered my fingertips. I smeared it on my mother's delicate neck, then continued to support her waist, my penis thrusting in and out of her wet vagina.

Her vagina was very wet, and my penis slid in and out easily. Under the light, the part of my penis that was pulled out was glistening. After about a hundred minutes of this, I felt a bit tired of squatting, so I lowered my mother's legs and pointed to my bed. My

mother obediently walked over and climbed onto the bed. Suddenly, I grabbed her buttocks from behind and pulled her down forcefully. I pulled my mother down and forced her to stand on the edge of the bed with her buttocks raised. My mother didn't say anything, she just did as I said.

It was the first time I'd seen my mother's vulva from behind. Her plump vulva was slightly raised, her two fleshy labia parted due to engorgement. There was a layer of glistening vaginal fluid on her labia, very erotic. From my angle, I could also see a tuft of dark pubic hair on her pubic bone. My mother's legs were slightly open, waiting for my penetration.

I swallowed, one hand holding my mother's beautiful buttocks, the other raising my penis and aiming it at her vulva.

This time I... I slowly pushed my penis towards my mother's honey pot. When it touched her, I paused, pressing the head of my penis firmly against the wet entrance and grinding it.

My mother's body involuntarily twisted slightly a few times. I suddenly thrust forward, plunging my entire penis inside her. This time, my mother couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm." After a

while, I couldn't help but squeeze my mother's plump buttocks without any tenderness, as if trying to squeeze water out of her soft flesh.

I thrust in and out about a hundred times in one go, feeling that the thrusting was very powerful, but I still didn't want to ejaculate.

I grabbed my mother's long hair with my right hand, pulling her head up. With my left hand behind my back and my upper body slightly leaning back, I continued to thrust powerfully into her plump, tender vagina. This gave me a sense of conquest, as if I were riding a horse. The thought flashed through my mind: no wonder they say women are for men to ride. The idea of my esteemed mother being beneath me excited me, and my penis became even harder. I increased the force of my thrusts into her vagina, and with each thrust, her vagina emitted... The sounds of "splatter, splatter" filled the air, and occasionally, my mother would involuntarily let out a soft nasal sound, which greatly amplified my excitement. I felt another tingling sensation in my glans, knowing I was about to ejaculate. I released my mother's hair and suddenly pulled one of her arms over me, so she could only support herself with one arm. I pulled hard on her arm and thrust more quickly, about twenty more times. I felt my back stiffen, and powerful spurts of semen shot out from my glans, all of it reaching deep into my mother's vagina.

My mother sensed that I had ejaculated and tried to push me away, but I grabbed her hand and pressed my chest against her back, my penis still inside her vagina. We lingered like this for about half a minute before I straightened up and pulled my penis out of her vagina, a stream of white fluid gushing out. My mother quickly squatted down and let the semen flow out like she was urinating.

I found some tissues and lifted my mother's buttocks. Like a child, she let me clean her genitals. I looked at her vulva; it was a complete mess. Her labia were wide open, revealing the pink flesh inside. Her labia were covered in sticky fluid, and even the pubic hair on her pubic bone was tangled and messy.

I carefully cleaned my mother with the tissues, wiped the floor clean, hid the tissues under the bed, and made a face at her. My mother angrily pushed me away, picked up her underwear from the bedside table, put it on, pulled down her skirt, and finally combed her hair with her hands. She looked in the mirror on the wall, and seeing nothing wrong, opened the door and left. Two

more days passed, and it was Sunday again. I had class this Sunday. After school, I got home at 6:15. As I entered the yard, I closed the gate behind me. Passing the kitchen, I saw my mother busy working alone. I called out, "Mom!" and then went upstairs to drop my schoolbag. I also checked my parents' room, but didn't see my dad.

Usually at this time, my parents would have already set the table for me to eat together. Even if it wasn't ready, my dad would be downstairs waiting for dinner or watching TV. I ran to the kitchen and asked my mother. She told me that my dad's boss's son was getting married today, and my dad had left work at 5:30, changed his clothes, and gone straight to the wedding.

I stood behind my mother for a while and saw that she was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, a purple skirt, and black sandals. She had a small floral apron tied around her waist, making her look particularly pitiful. Looking at the clearly defined mound of her buttocks, and remembering the scene of me pinning her down in a doggy-style position yesterday, my penis started to get engorged and erect.

I gently leaned closer, wrapping my arms around my mother's waist from behind. When my hand touched her, she visibly flinched, but didn't object. I pressed my already slightly erect penis against her buttocks and rubbed it lightly. My mother continued cooking as if nothing was wrong.

After a while, I squatted down, lifted her skirt, revealing her full buttocks. I pressed my hand against the white cotton panties covering her buttocks and smelled them; there was no particular odor. I licked the flesh of her buttocks near the edge of her panties, then tentatively pulled down her panties. My mother instinctively covered herself with her hand, and I whispered, "Let me see." She pulled her hand back, and I suddenly pulled her panties down to her knees. From behind, her vulva was half-hidden between her tightly closed legs, her thick labia tightly closed, looking like a butterfly. Her vulva looked very plump, with a few hairs growing on it, quite alluring. I couldn't help but swallow.

I had already pulled my mother's panties down to her ankles. She remained standing, and I couldn't pull them down any further. Just as I was getting impatient, she suddenly lifted her right leg. I happily took off her sandals and pulled her panties down her right leg. Then I helped her put the sandals back on, so her panties were hanging on her left ankle.

I didn't pull down her left panties; I felt it looked lewd and excited me.

I moved my hands up, lifting her skirt to her waist, and gently touched the inside of her thighs. She obediently parted her legs. Then I placed my hands on either side of her pelvis, gently pulling her body back slightly. I lifted my head and smelled her genitals at the base of her thighs. There was a faint fishy smell, not unpleasant, but I still abandoned the idea of licking her vulva.

I continued to support my mother's waist with my left hand, while pulling my right hand back and pressing my index and middle fingers together. I began to rub my mother's vulva back and forth. Soon, her vulva became noticeably engorged and opened. After feeling a slippery liquid on my fingers, I carefully inserted my middle finger into her vulva. Her vulva gripped my finger tightly, feeling warm and wet inside. I started with shallow thrusts, and soon her vaginal fluid increased, and her two plump, red labia began to open and close slightly. I inserted my middle finger deeper and deeper until it was fully inserted. Then I inserted my index finger as well, thrusting both fingers in and out of my mother's vulva together. At this moment, my mother added water to the pot, put the lid on, placed her hands on the stove (gas stove), and leaned forward, occasionally straightening up to look at the pot.

My fingers moved in and out faster and faster, and I could hear the squelching sounds coming from inside my mother's body. As I thrust, I twisted my fingers, and my mother finally couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm." I was beneath her and couldn't see her face, which was a little disappointing. My fingers finally got tired, so I pulled them out and smeared all the sticky fluid from my fingers onto the inside of my mother's thighs and buttocks. At that moment, my mother pushed me away slightly, went to get a bowl, scooped out the green beans from the pot, and poured a lot of oil into the pot.

After watching my mother finish her work, I pressed myself against her back, gently nibbling on her shoulder. She picked up a few washed green peppers and slowly sliced them, then grabbed a piece of washed pork liver and started cutting it. Behind her, I quietly unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, lifted her skirt, and pulled her buttocks back slightly. With my left hand on her waist and my right hand on my penis, I pressed it against her slippery vulva. After a pause, I thrust forward, and with a "plop," my penis slid smoothly into her. I immediately felt her warm, wet vulva tightly gripping my penis, an incredibly stimulating and pleasurable sensation. My

mother couldn't hold back and let out a soft "ah." Then I noticed her breathing becoming heavy, her neck arching back, and her mouth half-open.

I couldn't resist grabbing my mother's hair with one hand and turning her face with the other, so that her luscious lips were facing me. I took her lips in my mouth and sucked hard. This time, my mother didn't resist at all, helplessly letting me tease and suck on her sexy tongue at will, exchanging saliva with her. In this position, I could only lightly penetrate my mother's honey hole, but due to the stimulation of her mouth and tongue, the feeling was still very intense.

After a long kiss, I had to release my mother's lips and instead focus on holding my mother's plump buttocks, and began to penetrate her vigorously.

At this time, the oil in the pot was already sizzling with thick smoke. My mother hurriedly poured the chopped pork liver and green peppers on the cutting board into the pot, then put both hands on the stove, sticking her buttocks high up to make it easier for me to penetrate her.

I did this about twenty times. Mom turned around and said with difficulty, "Wait...wait a minute."

I held Mom's waist and didn't move, letting my penis remain quietly inside her. Mom seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, picked up a spatula and stir-fried in the pan a dozen times, added seasonings, stir-fried again a dozen times, turned off the gas, grabbed a bowl from the side, and haphazardly scooped out the stir-fried green peppers and pork liver.

I saw that the green peppers and pork liver were a little burnt, and I found it a bit funny. Mom probably noticed, turned around and glared at me. Then she obediently lay down again, sticking her buttocks high in the air. I understood and started thrusting.

Before I'd even finished ten thrusts, the phone rang in the living room.

While I hesitated, Mom turned around and pleaded, "Pull it out for a second, I need to take this call."

I followed her into the living room. Mom picked up the phone and started talking. I stood behind her, skillfully lifting her skirt and easily shoving my slightly limp penis into her slippery vagina. Mom suddenly turned and waved at me. I stopped thrusting, hugged her waist, pressed my upper body against her back, and listened to the call with her.

I heard Dad's voice on the other end. He told Mom he'd made plans with General Manager Gan and Director Cui from the factory to play mahjong after dinner, and might play late, telling her not to worry.

Just as Mom was speaking, I mischievously thrust hard into her vagina. Mom couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!"

Then I heard Dad ask on the other end: "Cuihua, are you alright? What happened?"

Mom mumbled, "I got bitten by a mosquito." She even slapped her hand twice on purpose.

I felt relieved and started slowly thrusting my penis in and out. Mom frowned, one hand tightly gripping my hand that was pressing against her buttocks, enduring the intense stimulation from her vagina, trying to listen to Dad while speaking in a calm tone: "Oh, I know. Don't go too far, and try to come home early after you're done. You have to go to work tomorrow. Be careful on your way home tonight." As Mom

spoke, I felt the muscles of her vagina gripping my penis exceptionally tightly, making each thrust even more intense.

Finally, Mom finished her call. She hung up with difficulty and said angrily, "Chengcheng, you almost killed me just now!"

I didn't answer her, but just increased the speed of my thrusting. Mom fell silent, quietly leaning against a chair next to the phone, her upper body pressed low, her breasts against the chair, her big buttocks raised high.

I, like a madman, relentlessly thrust into Mom's already overflowing, wet vagina. Our lower bodies collided repeatedly, making "slap slap slap" sounds. Mom also started to squeeze out "hmm...hmm..." sounds.

Perhaps because my penis had been limp twice earlier, although I felt stimulated, I still didn't have the desire to ejaculate. I became a little impatient, thrusting desperately, and Mom's big buttocks began to move back and forth, bouncing in rhythm with my thrusts. As I fucked her, I stared at my mother's round, smooth buttocks. Watching the ripples from our thrusts, I suddenly felt a urge to shatter everything. I raised my right hand high and slapped her snow-white buttocks twice hard. Two red handprints slowly appeared. My mother only let out two suppressed "ahs" without any protest.

I stopped slapping and grabbed one of her buttocks, starting to stroke, knead, pinch, peel it open, and squeeze it inward, rubbing it back and forth.

At the same time, my other hand wasn't idle. I untied the straps of my mother's apron from behind, and the apron slid down. Then I pushed my mother's t-shirt up until it reached her breasts. My mother wasn't wearing a bra under her t-shirt, and her two large breasts bounced out, swaying incessantly with my vigorous thrusting.

After fucking her like this for about two minutes, I suddenly pulled my penis out of my mother's vagina, and a few drops of her juices splashed out.

My mother couldn't help but let out another "ah." Before my mother could fully react, I pulled her up from the chair, squatted down, hugged her waist, and pushed her onto the octagonal table.

At that moment, my mother lay there naked, her breasts and vulva exposed, legs spread wide, waiting to be penetrated.

I pounced on her, accurately shoving my penis back into her vulva, sucking on her lips, one hand pressing down on the back of her neck, the other forcefully squeezing and kneading one of her breasts, while my lower body increased its pace, her wet, hot vulva tightly gripping my penis. My mother's hands unconsciously pressed against my chest, her legs hooked around my waist. I thrust wildly, watching her breasts sway constantly, I felt like I was in heaven.

Finally, my mother's buttocks began to wiggle. Because I was fucking so hard, a few times my penis accidentally slipped out of her vulva, and my mother would actively help me catch it, guiding me back to her vulva.

At this moment, Mom's face was flushed, her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were half-open. Her alluring charm only fueled my rage, making me even more frenzied.

I finally felt a tingling sensation on my glans, knowing I was about to ejaculate. Holding my breath, I thrust into Mom's plump, wet vagina seven or eight more times, then pushed forward with all my might, my glans throbbing intensely as powerful waves of semen gushed out, hitting deep inside her vagina. Mom hugged me tightly, her legs wrapped around my waist. After a while, I heard Mom let out a long sigh.

I lay on top of her, not wanting to move anymore, my penis still throbbing inside her, enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm.

It was quite a while before I finally climbed off Mom, by which time my penis had already withdrawn from her body due to its limpness.

I glanced at my mother's genitals; thick, white semen was flowing continuously from her vagina, her once glossy black pubic hair was now wet, and her buttocks were a mess. A small puddle of a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid had accumulated on the table. My mother lay limply on the table, her legs spread wide, seemingly unable to close. Her t-shirt was squeezed over her breasts, her two large, white breasts hanging loosely at her sides. Her hands hung limply at her sides. My mother's face was still flushed, alluring as if she were drunk, her eyes half-closed as she looked at me.

Luckily, there was no one else in the house besides me. I got up, supporting my mother under her armpits and between her legs. My mother cooperated by wrapping her arms around my neck. I struggled to lift her into the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, and filled the bathtub more than halfway. When I looked back at my mother, I found her already undressing with her back to me. When she saw me coming, she pushed me out of the bathroom like she was chasing a thief.

After that, my mother treated me even better than before. As long as I didn't do anything too outrageous, she would tolerate it. She still made me a late-night snack every night, and I wasn't as eager for sex as she worried. We had sex once or twice a week on average. Apart from intimate moments, I still respected my mother.

Although I was very infatuated with my mother's body, it didn't affect my studies. Many people have a habit of masturbation, and my behavior could be considered a form of sexual regulation. As long as I didn't see it as a sin, it wouldn't have any negative impact.

I ranked 14th in my school in the high school entrance exam and entered the second-best high school in the city. During my high school years, my mother remained my only sexual partner, just much less frequently. Three years later, I entered a prestigious university with a score exceeding the first-tier university admission line.

In university, I had a girlfriend and a completely new life, and my relationship with my mother gradually faded away.

My mother really liked my girlfriend. She genuinely liked her. My mother always supported my choices without reservation, and I am still very grateful to her to this day.

In the seven years since graduation, I've worked at Huawei, China Telecom, and the power supply bureau. Now I work as a designer at a well-known foreign company. Over these years, I've met many people and experienced many things, but my heart is never at peace, and sometimes memories of the past inevitably surface. Out of sheer boredom, I've written down these fragments to pass the time. 10-12
A Mother's Love

(Part 1)

I've always missed her—a teacher who taught me so much, her name was Fang Biru.

It was a time of great hardship. I was in a small mountain village in the south, around early 1971. I was only fifteen, in the prime of my youth, and in the first year of junior high at the village middle school.

That spring, several "black five categories" elements (those labeled as "black elements") were sent down from the city, including our teacher, Fang Biru. Her father was a Kuomintang official who defected during the Liberation War. She had married a regimental commander in the People's Liberation Army, but he was now imprisoned for saying a few bad things about a central leader. Coupled with her Kuomintang father, she was inevitably sent down to our remote mountain village.

She was over forty years old then, and looked quite frail. The village head, a kind man, wouldn't let her do farm work, so she became our teacher, teaching all the classes. She was a graduate of Peking University, more than capable of handling us village children—which is why I wanted to apply to Peking University after the Cultural Revolution.

She was very beautiful, everyone thought so. She must have been stunning in her youth. Although she was forty and a mother of two, she was still incredibly beautiful, with fair skin, a typical northern woman. Especially in our small mountain village, she was practically an angel.

She liked us, and we children liked her too. Her presence brought life to our small mountain village, a stark contrast to the turbulent big cities of the time.

I knew she cared about me because I was a special child. I wasn't talkative, but I excelled academically. My mother had passed away early, and my father was bedridden. I worked while studying, always ranking first in my class. The first time I saw her, I felt an instant connection, though I don't know why. Her gaze towards me was also somewhat special, as if she had seen me somewhere before.

She recognized my talent and hoped our village could produce a college student. After all, our village hadn't produced a scholar in nearly fifty years. So she often gave me extra tutoring. By the time I was in the second year of junior high, I was already ranking in the top three in my final exams.

"Well done, Xiaoming! The hope of Nanshan Village rests on your shoulders. You must bring honor to our villagers,"

she often said.

I looked up at her beautiful and gentle face, filled with hope for the future.

But that one night changed my entire life.

It was a sweltering midsummer night. One of my pigs had wandered into the field, and it took me ages to herd it back. By then, it was quite late.

On my way back, I happened to pass by the courtyard where Teacher Fang Biru lived. It was quiet all around, but suddenly a faint sound piqued my curiosity. I couldn't help but climb the mud wall and peer into the courtyard. In a corner, I saw someone squatting on the ground urinating.

In the moonlight, her snow-white buttocks were vaguely visible, and coupled with the faint sound of urination, my mind went blank, and my heart pounded wildly. Although two other female teachers lived in the courtyard, I was convinced that it was Teacher Fang Biru.

Good heavens, that snow-white thing in the moonlight was her buttocks!

Suddenly, I felt an indescribable urge. My crotch instantly hardened, and my breathing became rapid and labored. At fifteen, I felt as if I had matured all at once. Children in the countryside often witnessed donkeys and horses mating, so they matured earlier than city kids. I stared intently at that snow-white thing, afraid of missing a single detail, until it disappeared through the door.

I didn't know if it was Teacher Fang, but I forced myself to believe it was Teacher Fang Biru, which gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. I went home in a daze, and that night, I had a wet dream.

The next day in class, my heart raced whenever I saw Teacher Fang Biru. I couldn't help but think of that snow-white bottom under the moonlight—that was her, that noble and beautiful teacher. Her skirt concealed that alluring bottom. I dared not think about it anymore, yet the thought was inescapable. How I longed to see her every day! I even longed to be with her…

Once the desire erupted, it was uncontrollable. I began to suffer from insomnia. Almost every night, I would run to her courtyard wall to spy on her, rain or shine. If I saw her, I would have a wonderful night; if I didn't, I would be sleepless. Spying on her from the courtyard wall became a part of my life.

Of course, there was a price to pay. My grades plummeted. I couldn't concentrate in class. My eyes were glued to the teacher's full bottom, my mind filled with fantasies, and I couldn't concentrate on the lesson at all.

Teacher Fang Biru noticed this and spoke to me, but I always stammered. So she decided to take action herself.

That night, I quietly went to the familiar courtyard wall again. Actually, she had been following me since I left home, but I was too excited to notice. When I climbed the mud wall, she emerged from the darkness. I stared at her in terror.

She just looked at me without saying a word. I knew she must be very angry; her eyes were so complex, I couldn't understand them at all. I probably stood there stunned for a minute, then turned and ran away as fast as I could.

The next day, I didn't dare go to school. I ran into the fields, making sure no one could find me, and didn't return home until evening.

She was sitting in my house, probably waiting for a long time. I stood frozen at the door, and she came out, patted my head gently, and said softly, "Xiaoming, you must study hard. Don't think about anything else. You must make your parents proud, make Nanshan Village proud, you know? You're a smart child, you'll be successful. You must come to school tomorrow, don't be late." After saying that, she smiled and left. My nose suddenly stung with tears.

I returned to class, but I still couldn't concentrate. I forced myself to listen, but that inexplicable desire always took over. My grades improved somewhat, but not as well as before. Desire and ideals were intertwined, which was too difficult for a teenager.

Nine days later, I finally couldn't resist anymore. I went back to the courtyard wall at night, but no one in the courtyard would come out to urinate at night anymore. Teacher Biru was already on guard against me!

A "what's the use" thought arose spontaneously. In desperation, I went even further and chiseled a small hole in the mud wall of their bathhouse at the east end of the courtyard. This way, after nightfall, I could peep at the three female teachers bathing through the hole. Although it was impossible to see much in the darkness, I still used the sound of the flowing water and the vaguely visible skin to fuel my imagination. I seemed to see those snow-white buttocks again.

When Teacher Biru came to wash, I would pull my hard penis out of my pants and rub it repeatedly until I achieved that momentary pleasure, ejaculating onto the yellow mud wall.

Women have intuition; one day when I went to the mud wall again, I found the small hole had been plugged with fresh mud. I looked around in terror, afraid someone would emerge from the darkness again. Thankfully, no one did, and I quickly fled.

The next day, I went to class trembling with fear. Teacher Biru acted as usual, showing no unusual behavior. I felt a little relieved; perhaps she was pretending nothing had happened to avoid being ridiculed by the other students? Young and impetuous, I didn't take Teacher Biru's good intentions seriously. I seized the opportunity and dug another hole, but two days later, the small hole was plugged again.

I knew it must have been Teacher Biru, because if it had been any other teacher, I would have been reported long ago. If even one person was hiding there, completely unprepared, I would have been caught red-handed, and the outcome would have been predictable. But no one was.

So I knew it must be her. She must want me to quietly retreat, return to the classroom, and become a good child. I wanted to too, but I could never do it. I was like a drug addict, hopelessly addicted.

Only when I was truly free could I find relief.

That day finally came.

On a gloomy early autumn afternoon, a torrential downpour was imminent. All the men and women in the village were organized to rush to the fields to harvest. If they didn't finish before the storm, all their hard work over the past six months would be wasted.

There wasn't a soul in the village. I secretly slipped back. I was going to chisel another hole in the bathroom roof. This time I was bolder; I wanted to go inside the bathroom and find a more effective method.

So I finally entered that bathroom for the first time—Teacher Biru's bathroom. I nervously searched the walls, looking for a place that wouldn't be easily noticed. Finally, I found what I thought was their blind spot and started digging a hole with my tools.

Just as I was working hard, Teacher Biru returned. Perhaps I was too engrossed in my work, because I didn't notice her. When I turned around, she was already standing behind me.

I stared blankly at her. She was covering her finger, and there was a strip of cloth wrapped around her left index finger. She must have injured it while harvesting and had come back to bandage it. She was also looking at me, her eyes filled with a complex emotion—sadness, pity, or anger.

I didn't know.

But she didn't speak. Suddenly, a surge of courage welled up inside me, and I shouted, "Teacher, I came here to use the toilet!" With that, I turned my back to her, unzipped my pants, took out my genitals, and started to urinate.

I was really worried I wouldn't be able to urinate and would embarrass myself in front of the teacher, but I pushed hard and managed to urinate. After I finished, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I zipped up my pants, turned around, and walked away without even glancing at her. My heart was pounding; I really didn't know what to do next.

But I'd only taken a few steps when I heard Ms. Biru sigh behind me. A soft voice reached my ears, "Xiaoming, you're my student. I have a responsibility to take care of you and be accountable for everything you've done."

I stopped abruptly and turned around. I saw Ms. Biru with her hands on her chest, unbuttoning her shirt. Her snow-white neck was exposed, and my mind flashed to the image of her white buttocks under the moonlight. My head buzzed, and my blood rushed to my head. I rushed over and pushed Ms. Biru down onto the soft, damp sand in the bathroom.

"No, no, Xiaoming, not here, no..."

she cried out urgently, but her voice was low, sounding almost like a moan to me. I didn't care about anything else. I felt an urgent urgency and frantically tried to tear off her shirt.

She instinctively tried to stop me, but dared not use too much force. We pushed and shoved each other for a while. She probably realized this would waste more time, so her resistance weakened, and I was finally able to tear open her shirt. Her

white belly and a white embroidered bra were revealed before my eyes. My penis immediately hardened, bulging my pants. I don't know where the strength came from, but I ripped her bra off in one go.

She cried out in surprise, her hands instinctively covering her chest. I roughly pulled her hands away, and a pair of full and white breasts sprang out. What a beautiful pair of breasts!

Although they had sagged a little, they still looked so full, especially those two dark red nipples, which made one want to swallow them whole. This was the first time I had seen a woman's breasts so clearly. I swallowed hard, immediately leaned down, bit one nipple, and began to suck greedily.

"Xiaoming, no, this, someone will see this, no, Teacher will give it to you, let's go inside, not here, I..."

But I couldn't care less about any of that. The forbidden pleasure had made me forget everything. I lay on top of Teacher Biru, sucking on her breasts, my hands impatiently groping her body. She struggled a few times, but to no avail, and slowly calmed down.

My right hand took the opportunity to slip into her trousers, and with a forceful pull, the waistband was pulled down to her waist. I sat up, grabbed the teacher's waistband, and pulled it down forcefully. The teacher consciously lifted her buttocks, and the entire trousers were pulled down in one go, revealing two long, slender legs. Her legs were very white, her skin glowing, and her legs were tightly pressed together.

I stared at her long legs for a few moments, swallowed, and immediately bent down again, grabbing the only remaining piece of clothing on her body: her red underwear.

Just then, she suddenly grabbed my hands tightly, preventing me from moving an inch. I tried to pull her away, but couldn't budge her. I didn't know where she got such strength. My eyes reddened with anxiety, and I gasped for breath, staring intently at the teacher lying on the ground.

She was also panting, meeting my gaze with fear and unease in her eyes. But after a while, that fear and unease disappeared. She closed her eyes and helplessly released my hands.

I couldn't wait any longer and pulled and swung her hand. Her red underwear fell silently to the ground, and Teacher Biru silently unfolded her body, lying there like a pure white statue.

(II)

The world seemed to disappear in an instant. I stood there for a few seconds, my thoughts seemingly frozen. I saw a woman's vulva for the first time, and it was Teacher Biru's vulva! I couldn't believe it was real. That was the woman I had longed for day and night! This was my beloved Teacher Biru! Her body, her skin, were right before my eyes. Heavens, I couldn't take it anymore!

I frantically pulled down my pants, my penis already as hard as an iron rod. I pounced on her, pressing myself against Teacher Biru's body.

Her body was warm and smooth, enveloping me gently like lake water. I frantically kissed and groped her body, her full breasts and long legs driving me wild. I bit and scratched like a hungry wolf.

She turned her head away, closed her eyes, and dared not look at me, her lips pressed together, letting this fifteen-year-old boy vent his desires on her body.

I don't know how I found that spot the first time. I just randomly thrust between Teacher Biru's legs. At first, she instinctively resisted, always unconsciously tightening her legs.

But after a few thrusts, she finally slowly parted her legs and bent her knees. Just then, I felt as if I had hit a small hole, and the flesh there sank in.

I heard Teacher Biru immediately cry out "Ah!" I didn't care whether I had found the spot or not, I just thrust in recklessly.

"Ah... Xiaoming, you... you be gentle, don't..."

Teacher Biru bit her lip, her face full of pain. Her vagina was still very dry, but as a novice, I didn't know anything about such things. Half of my glans went in, and I straightened up, forcefully pushing the other half in as well.

"Ah!"

Teacher Biru cried out in pain, her waist tensed up instantly, her entire waist instinctively lifting upwards, her vagina clamping my glans even tighter. The intense pleasure made all the blood vessels in my body throb. I pressed my hands on Teacher Biru's shoulders and thrust my lower body in inch by inch.

Teacher Biru's brows furrowed, and large beads of sweat seeped from her forehead. I knew she must be in a lot of pain because her vagina was so dry, and my penis was so hard. Amidst her series of moans, my penis finally swelled all the way into Teacher Biru's vagina!

She breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense body slowly relaxed.

At this moment, my penis was completely enveloped by Teacher Biru's tender flesh.

An unprecedented feeling spread throughout my body, truly like a dream. Those warm, tender flesh tightly gripped my penis, opening and closing with her rapid breathing. This feeling was so wonderful.

The beautiful Teacher Biru lay beneath me, and I had completely entered this motherly teacher's body. She was old enough to be my mother, but I was so infatuated with her, even madly in love with her. And she, to prevent this ignorant child from falling into depravity, had offered her pure body. At this moment, even if it meant death, I would be willing!!

Like a wild beast, I lay on top of her and began to thrust wildly.

She gritted her teeth, silently enduring my thrusts. Her full breasts rippled with each impact, the fragrance emanating from her body, the waves of pleasure from the friction of her vagina pushing me to new heights. Suddenly, the image of that snow-white buttocks under the moonlight flashed through my mind again.

God, my endurance had reached its limit!

I felt like I was going to explode. After only a few dozen thrusts, I couldn't hold back anymore! With all my might, I plunged my penis into Teacher Biru's vagina one last time, the pent-up desire of over ten years exploding in that instant.

I couldn't help but cry out, "Teacher Biru!"

Hot semen gushed out like a flood, shooting straight into Teacher Biru's uterus, and continuing to gush for many times before stopping. The image of her snow-white buttocks vanished from my mind in an instant. My body went limp, panting, collapsing onto Teacher Biru, motionless for a long, long time...

When everything calmed down, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief, and my penis withdrew from Teacher Biru's vagina.

She pushed me away, sat up, and turned to search for her clothes on the ground. I noticed her back was covered in damp sand. A sudden thought struck me, and I couldn't resist reaching out to brush the sand off her back.

She turned her head, her eyes filled with tenderness, and said softly, "Xiaoming, it's getting late. Everyone will be back soon. Hurry up and get dressed."

"Okay,"

I murmured, but my hand remained on her back. I continued brushing the sand away. Her back was smooth, and now I could finally observe her figure closely. Her curves were beautiful, though her waist was slightly fuller.

But this only accentuated her maturity and captivating charm. I stared, mesmerized, my hand sliding down to her buttocks. This... this was the snow-white thing under the moonlight!

A surge of heat coursed through me, and my breathing quickened. I gently stroked her; her buttocks were smooth and soft. Suddenly, I felt an urge to embrace those alluring buttocks, and my young penis instantly became erect again.

Teacher Biru sensed my touch. She finished putting on her top and turned around. When she saw my erect penis, she was startled. "Xiaoming, what's wrong?"

I hugged Teacher Biru tightly. "Teacher, I...I want more, Teacher, I...want!"

Teacher Biru gently stroked my hair and said softly, "Don't do this, Xiaoming. Everyone will be back soon. You have to leave, understand? Don't be stubborn, be good."

I knew that if I let go, I would have no chance. Desire had spread throughout my body, and I could no longer control myself. I held her tightly.

"No...I want...Teacher, I really love you, teacher, I want you, really, teacher. I love you!"

"No, Xiaoming, don't say that. You're still a child, you don't understand what love is. I know you're easily prone to overthinking at this age. Teacher can help you, you know? I'm much older than you, I can be your mother. You'll have a girl you like someday, she'll be about your age, you understand? That's love. I know you like teacher, and teacher likes you too, because you're a good child, be good. Get up."

"No, teacher, I really like you!"

I hugged Teacher Biru, desperately acting like a child, while my hands mischievously rubbed her bottom.

"Xiaoming, don't do this, be good, don't do this..."

Teacher Biru struggled, trying to remove my hands, but couldn't. I pleaded with her, and her struggles gradually subsided. She'd already made a mistake once, what did it matter if she made another?

She finally sighed helplessly and said softly, "I really don't know if I owed you something in my past life. Okay, Xiaoming, you have to promise me... you'll study hard from now on... okay? What happened today is only between you and me. You can't tell anyone, understand?"

I nodded vigorously and pushed Teacher Biru to the ground again. I climbed on top of her, unbuttoned her newly put-on top, and her beautiful body was revealed once more. This time, she took the initiative to reach out and grasp my penis, guiding me to her alluring entrance.

"Xiaoming, come on, let me absorb all your sins. Remember, you must be obedient from now on, understand?"

I hummed in agreement, and with a thrust of my hips, my thick penis entered Teacher Biru's body in one go. Since we had just finished, there was still a lot of my semen in her vagina, and the friction of my penis also brought her some pleasure. Her vagina was already very wet.

I entered smoothly and once again experienced that heavenly feeling. I thrust forcefully, savoring the sensations I hadn't experienced before, and freely releasing my desires.

She, my teacher Biru, was like a giant sponge, absorbing all the sins within me, and like a loving mother, nurturing an innocent child.

She no longer lay there quietly as before; she began to rhythmically cooperate with me, even guiding my movements. Her vagina sucked on my penis, it felt wonderful.

Under her guidance, I continuously thrust into her body, my lower abdomen slapping against hers, making a "slap, slap" sound. A lot of fluid flowed from inside her, dripping onto her snow-white buttocks, incredibly alluring!

And so, in that cramped bathroom, a fifteen-year-old boy was freely releasing himself on the body of a woman old enough to be his mother—what a sight!

We were getting into the swing of things, and Teacher Biru started moaning softly, "Ah...ah...ah...

steel...ah...steel."

I didn't know who "steel" was, I just thrust harder, each time penetrating deep into Teacher Biru's vagina. Her face flushed, her long black hair fell loose, her eyes were languid, and she was panting heavily—she was incredibly alluring. She even hugged my neck, wrapped her legs around my waist, and I held her waist as I thrust wildly again.

I couldn't help but cry out ecstatically.

"Teacher...Teacher..."

"Ah...ah...steel...ah..."

Finally, the moment came. Her hands suddenly grabbed the muscles on my back, her head tilted back, and her legs tightly clamped around my waist.

"Ah..."

I cried out, feeling a hot rush to the head of my penis as she squeezed it like that.

I couldn't take it anymore. I let out a roar and slammed Teacher Biru to the ground. My semen gushed out, all of it shooting into Teacher Biru's vagina. We gasped for breath, embracing each other tightly...

(III)

When the footsteps of the commune members sounded outside the courtyard, I hurriedly got up from Teacher Biru. We dressed in a panic, and I fled the courtyard like a child who had done something wrong.

I ran and ran like my life depended on it. I rushed into the house, lay on the bed, panting heavily, my mind blank, my whole body feeling completely exhausted. I really couldn't believe what had just happened.

I savored the memory of her warm body, her smooth skin, and that enchanting vagina, and I felt incredibly satisfied.

That night, I slept exceptionally well, the sweetest sleep I'd ever had since meeting Teacher Biru. I didn't dream of anything.

The next day, I went to class with very mixed feelings. When I saw Teacher Biru, I didn't dare to look at her. She seemed as calm as ever, as if nothing had happened, but I could still sense that she was avoiding my gaze. She seemed to be trying hard to appear calm. But I was different. When my eyes met her body, my heart couldn't help but pound wildly.

My grades started to improve again, but on the day I transformed from a boy into a man, my body underwent subtle changes. I often craved that kind of cathartic release; I couldn't help myself, I couldn't resist it.

I think no one can resist it. Once the physiological barriers are broken, there's no turning back. Otherwise, our great Chairman Mao wouldn't have married so many wives.

Another ten days or so passed, which felt like a long time to me. I don't know what I was thinking; I was just eagerly anticipating, hoping that something else would happen. I knew that nothing could ever happen forever. If it happened once, it would happen again.

What's meant to happen will happen.

After autumn arrived, the school often organized us to help the commune members thresh rice. We were happy to be exempt from studying. That day, after threshing the rice, it got dark, and everyone went home. We students packed up our tools and followed the teachers back to school.

Halfway there, we heard Teacher Biru exclaim "Oh!" A female teacher quickly asked what was wrong. Teacher Biru said that she had dropped something in the threshing ground and that we should go back to school first. After saying that, she hurriedly returned to the threshing ground.

The students went back with the teachers, but my heart suddenly started pounding. I lied and pretended to go home, but as soon as I was out of everyone's sight, I turned around and ran back to the threshing ground.

As I approached the threshing ground, I slowed my pace and peered over the wall. Teacher Biru wasn't there; I could only hear sounds coming from the earthen house where the grain was stored. I jumped into the threshing ground, reached the edge of the house, and peeked inside. Teacher Biru was there, searching for something. She found a pile of grain, suddenly exclaimed in surprise, picked up a small object, examined it carefully, wiped it, and put it back in her pocket.

Just then, I reached the ventilation shaft of the earthen house. She looked up and saw me.

"Xiaoming? What are you doing here?"

"I..."

I stammered, unsure what to say.

Teacher Biru seemed to understand something and said, "Xiaoming, it's getting late. Go home; your father is waiting for you." She pulled me aside, ready to leave.

I knew this was a golden opportunity, and suddenly, I don't know where the courage came from, I hugged Teacher Biru tightly. "Teacher, I...I really missed you. I..."

"No, Xiaoming, don't do this. You're not a child anymore, you should be more sensible."

"But you said you'd do whatever I wanted, Teacher, I really like you."

Seeing that no one was around, I became even bolder, holding Teacher Biru tightly and refusing to let go.

"Xiaoming, no."

I smelled the fragrance emanating from her body, and my blood began to boil. How could I let go at this moment? I hugged Teacher Biru without hesitation and pushed her towards the mud house. She couldn't bear it and stumbled back a few steps, bumping into a haystack. I pinned her against the haystack, and took the opportunity to slip my hands inside her shirt, groping her full breasts.

"No!" In her panic, Teacher Biru slapped me. I froze, standing there, covering my face, at a loss for what to do. In my anxiety and anger, feeling wronged, tears welled up in my eyes.

Teacher Biru was also stunned. She composed herself and said, "Xiaoming, don't you think this is cruel to Teacher Biru? Do you think Teacher Biru feels any better? How does Teacher Biru feel seeing you like this?"

These three questions stunned me and brought Teacher Biru to tears.

Seeing Teacher Biru in tears, I panicked. I quickly went to help Teacher Biru to sit down by the haystack, wiped her tears, and said, "Teacher Biru, I know it's my fault, but I really can't concentrate on my studies right now; my mind is in turmoil." Teacher Biru looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, gazing deeply at me, and said, "It's all Teacher Biru's fault; I've set a bad precedent for you."

I hurriedly said, "No, it's my fault. I've been overthinking all the time, and Teacher Biru has to worry about me."

Hearing this, Teacher Biru was moved and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back just as tightly, and we suddenly felt much closer.

As I savored the fragrance wafting from Teacher Biru's hair, she said in a soft, melancholic tone, "If you still want it, Teacher Biru can give it to you... but I have two conditions."

I was surprised, but still pretended to be calm and said, "Go ahead, Teacher Biru."

"First, you must study hard; that's your biggest task right now. Second, from the first day I met you, I felt a sense of closeness with you, which is why I'm helping you. But Teacher Biru and I can't really have anything going on; you should understand that, okay? Our relationship will always be that of teacher and student, do you understand?"

I looked at Teacher Biru's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears, and said, "Teacher Biru, I know."

"Silly child, Teacher Biru wants you to improve. Don't worry, Teacher Biru has made her decision; just don't let your father or anyone else know."

At this moment, what could I say? Teacher Biru closed her eyes, and I quickly pushed her to the ground.

"Xiaoming, someone might come, you...you need to hurry."

"I know."

I took off Teacher Biru's outer pants, revealing her full thighs. She wouldn't let me take off her top, so I could only rub her breasts through her clothes. I stroked them up and down, finally deciding to pull down her panties.

As the last piece of Teacher Biru's body was removed, the body of a middle-aged woman was finally fully revealed before me.

It was getting dark, but I could still clearly see the sparse pubic hair in her mysterious area, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle. I spread Teacher Biru's thighs, and between her legs, there was a brown slit. I knew that was a woman's vulva, the thing I had been dreaming of for the past ten days. I was so excited I didn't know what to do.

I stroked her thighs, feeling her silky smooth skin, and my lower body immediately became hard. Under my caresses, her breathing began to quicken.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and pounced on her, pressing my body against hers.

This experience taught me what love truly meant. I lay on top of her, kissing and caressing her for a while until my penis was unbearably throbbing before I began my assault.

After what happened last time, I thought I could find my target immediately, but Ms. Biru was drowsy and motionless. I couldn't find the right spot, and after several attempts, I still couldn't get it right, making me sweat profusely with frustration.

Then, Ms. Biru's hand moved, seemingly guiding my penis. I found the spot instantly, and with a thrust, my penis entered that wonderful place.

It was wet and tightly enveloped me, and I came again.

It was so wonderful.

Then I glanced at Ms. Biru and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if she was enduring something. I realized then that Ms. Biru was also feeling something; that earlier thrust had been intentional, helping me.

I excitedly kissed Teacher Biru, but when I touched her lips, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat.

So, Teacher Biru had been holding back her moans all along.

I placed my hands on her waist and began to thrust forcefully. With each powerful thrust, Teacher Biru's breathing and moans grew stronger, and my body felt light again. Having experienced it before, I had learned to control my ejaculation, and I managed to suppress my urges several times.

Teacher Biru's vagina began to wet and glisten. I thrust into her again and again, releasing my desire to my heart's content. My penis was red and hot from the deep penetration. I don't know how many times I thrust, and Teacher Biru's lower body was soaking wet.

Right there on the dry grass in this earthen house, I had Teacher Biru again, a fifteen-year-old boy, and I released myself on her like this.

Suddenly, Teacher Biru hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting violently several times. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and then went limp.

I could no longer suppress the urge to ejaculate, and a stream of semen shot deep into Teacher Biru's vagina like a bullet.

(IV)

After I ejaculated all my semen into Teacher Biru's vagina, I was exhausted. I lay on Teacher Biru's body, unwilling to leave for a long time. Exhausted, I lay panting on Teacher Biru, who also lay weakly. After

a long, long time, I noticed that Teacher Biru had opened her eyes and was looking at me. There was something complex in her eyes that made me a little flustered.

I asked softly, "Teacher Biru, are you angry?"

"Angry about what?"

"I did that to you again..."

Teacher Biru smiled and said, "I know, young people are bound to be impulsive. I don't blame you, especially someone your age. I've said it before, I have a responsibility to help you. As long as you study hard, I'll be at ease."

At that moment, both Teacher Biru and I felt a cold, wet sensation in our lower bodies. I looked down and saw that we were both almost completely soaked. A large patch of dry grass on the ground was damp, and our bodily fluids mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. My previously erect penis was now limp and hanging between my legs.

Teacher Biru blushed when she saw me looking at her. "Xiaoming, it's getting late. Let's go back."

Saying this, she pushed me away, turned around, and groped for her pants. She stood up, her two long, straight, snow-white legs... Imagining that I had just been between her legs, I felt a surge of desire, but I restrained myself.

Teacher Biru quickly put on her pants, patted the dry grass off her clothes, and watched me get dressed. For a moment, there seemed to be nothing more to say, and the two of us silently left the mud house…

Once that layer of ice was broken, things seemed to suddenly become much easier. Young and full of boundless energy, coupled with the forbidden pleasure of first-time experience, I was captivated by it, more potent than any drug addiction.

I was deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate myself.

I studied diligently to please Teacher Biru and put her mind at ease, and the encouragement I received was that she would occasionally grant my requests. She felt affection, concern, and a mysterious, indescribable feeling towards me, as if it had been there for a long time, but I couldn't put it into words.

So, when I persisted, she would always soften and grant my requests, as if I were a spoiled child. Thus, whenever there was a chance to be alone with Teacher Biru, in those secluded places—in the ravines, in the woods, in the threshing ground… our figures would be intertwined.

Time and again, I found satisfaction from her, and time and again, I sank deeper into depravity.

My eyes and heart were only for Teacher Biru. I couldn't even look at other girls, considering them all vulgar. Teacher Biru's maturity and voluptuousness attracted me like a magnet.

At that time, I thought I would never love another woman in my life.

I constantly and fervently desired her body. One day after school, I deliberately stayed behind to help Teacher Biru collect homework, and I collected it very slowly, until all the other students had left. Only the two of us remained in the classroom. I put the homework aside, rushed to the podium, and hugged Teacher Biru tightly, eagerly wanting her.

Ms. Biru was startled and said, "Good boy, hurry up and collect the homework. This is a classroom, don't fool around here."

But my lust had already risen, and I was still hard, so I held onto Ms. Biru and said, "Ms. Biru, I want it. Anyway, there's no one here. I really want it, it'll be ready in a bit."

Ms. Biru flicked my forehead and said, "But you know this is a classroom."

I said, "It's okay, give it to me, good teacher." Before I finished speaking, I had already slipped my hands inside her bra, caressing her full breasts.

My hands roamed over Ms. Biru's breasts, arousing her lust as well. Her two round, large breasts began to perk up and swell under my caresses, and her legs began to loosen.

Finally, she sighed and said, "Sigh, I don't know if I owed you something in my past life, I really can't do anything with you. But, Xiaoming, you'd better hurry up." As she spoke, she turned around, placed her hands on the podium, and faced away from me. I was overjoyed, and coincidentally, Ms. Biru was wearing a skirt that day.

I immediately helped Ms. Biru lift her skirt, then pulled her panties down to her knees. Her legs parted slightly, revealing her full vulva. Her snow-white buttocks and long, slender legs made my penis swell even more! I tried to keep Ms. Biru's legs as far apart as possible, and intentionally probed her vagina with my hand, gently thrusting in and out.

"Xiaoming, don't do this, you have to hurry, someone will come. I..."

Ms. Biru said anxiously. Actually, I didn't want it to take too long either. I was already aroused by her seductive posture, and if I didn't penetrate her soon, I wouldn't be able to hold back. I took off my pants, pulled out my penis, aimed it at Ms. Biru's vagina from behind, and forcefully thrust it in.

"Ah..."

Teacher Biru cried out in pain. Her vagina was still a little dry, so it hurt a bit, and even my penis hurt a little, but I couldn't care less. I thrust hard, pushing my penis forcefully into her vagina. Teacher Biru gripped the edge of the lectern tightly with both hands, desperately trying not to make a sound.

But I thrust in quickly and deeply, and she couldn't help but moan. Her vagina was very tight because her legs weren't fully open, and I almost ejaculated because of this new position and forbidden pleasure. It felt so good. My penis began to thrust rapidly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, left and right.

The extreme pleasure made Teacher Biru extremely happy, and she began to moan softly.

At this moment, we had thrown the order of morality to the winds. She eagerly enjoyed this rare pleasure, her body responding to each of my thrusts. I held her snow-white buttocks, constantly impacting the slippery ground between her legs.

Her legs felt weak, and she involuntarily slumped onto the lectern, her vulva becoming even more clearly visible before me. Each time, my penis plunged in to its hilt! It parted her labia, hitting her G-spot like a pile driver. Teacher Biru's vaginal fluids increased, flowing down her thighs and covering my penis completely!

I desperately tried to endure, wanting to savor this forbidden pleasure as long as possible. I gripped her large, fleshy buttocks, gritting my teeth as I thrust into her thirty-odd times.

Suddenly, Teacher Biru arched her back, her hands lashing out to grab my buttocks, her vagina clenching tightly.

"Ah!!!" I couldn't take it anymore, and with a powerful thrust, my hot semen gushed out!

"Ah!"

Teacher Biru cried out, also aroused by the semen. My ejaculation lasted for more than ten seconds, and when the last drop of semen was expelled, I collapsed onto Teacher Biru's back...

I kissed Teacher Biru, savoring the fragrance of her hair, while Teacher Biru was immersed in unparalleled pleasure, her whole body limp as she lay on the lectern.

Every time we made love so hastily, like a secret affair, but one time was an exception. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival one year, and the two female teachers who lived with Teacher Biru had gone home to visit their families. I knew this was a perfect opportunity.

That afternoon, I noticed that Teacher Biru was wearing her favorite clothes. She must have known I was coming. Actually, I was beginning to understand her. She was a mature woman, and I thought she wasn't just concerned about me; she also had her own needs. A forty-year-old woman who had been away from home for several years, unable to see her husband and children, was bound to feel lonely. I thought

perhaps I was her emotional support.

After dinner, and after clearing away the dishes, Ms. Biru emerged from the kitchen like a shy young girl, her cheeks flushed, often appearing flustered, a stark contrast to her usual poise.

I, too, could no longer contain myself. I embraced her tightly and kissed her lips, beginning our passionate embrace.

It was a long kiss; I don't know how I learned to kiss, I just instinctively sucked on her fragrant tongue, greedily drawing it in. After a long while, Ms. Biru pushed me away, took a deep breath, and said in an almost inaudible voice, "Not here, I… let's go inside."

I scooped her up and rushed into the inner room.

There was a bed there, not large, but enough. A soft blanket was laid out—perfect! I placed Ms. Biru on the blanket, gazing at her beautiful face. This was the first time I had ever made love to her in bed! And there was so much time! I was so excited. I had to make the most of it, I had to enjoy Teacher Biru's beautiful body to the fullest!

Teacher Biru closed her eyes, her chest heaving, beads of sweat glistening in the light.

I leaned down and first gently kissed Teacher Biru's lips, then began to kiss her deeply, while simultaneously reaching down to her chest and unhooking her bra.

Her full breasts were revealed, and my mouth began to slide down, from Teacher Biru's face to her ears, neck, and then to her breasts, finally taking one of her nipples into my mouth.

Teacher Biru let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly.

I suckled and kissed her nipples alternately, like a nursing mother, while feeling Teacher Biru place her hand on my head, gently stroking my hair. Under my sucking, Teacher Biru's nipples began to harden.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt her body getting warmer. I looked up and whispered in Ms. Biru's ear, "Good teacher, I love you!"

Ms. Biru nodded almost imperceptibly. I knelt on the bed facing her. She lay there obediently, letting me pull down her panties. I then reached out and parted her legs, which were pressed together.

Ms. Biru instinctively resisted for half a second, then let my hands spread her legs apart.

Through the cigar-shaped slit in her panties, I saw Ms. Biru's vulva for the first time so clearly. Her pubic hair was thick and black, even on her labia majora. Her labia minora were shaped like two plump rose petals, spread open due to engorgement, revealing the moist pink inside.

Suddenly, I felt an indescribable sensation: Is this what drives all men crazy? This feeling lasted for a second or two before being replaced by lust.

I bent down, inhaling deeply the air thick with the scent of her vulva, and sucked on Teacher Biru's labia minora one by one. Then, I gently pulled the two petals apart with my hands, licking around the slightly parted vaginal opening with my tongue.

Accompanied by Teacher Biru's moans, I inserted most of my tongue into her vagina, mimicking the movements of her vagina. After a few minutes, my tongue moved upwards, lightly touching the urethral opening, and then sucked Teacher Biru's clitoris into my mouth.

Teacher Biru gasped and held my head with her hands. I hugged her thighs tightly, while simultaneously rubbing her clitoris rapidly with my tongue. Teacher Biru's moans became more and more frequent, and she pressed my head tightly against her vulva with both hands

. After licking for several more minutes, just as my tongue began to stiffen from fatigue, Teacher Biru suddenly lifted her buttocks, thrusting her vulva forward, while clamping my head between her legs, letting out a hissing sound.

This position lasted for about ten seconds, then she quieted down, her body limp on the bed. I looked up and saw her eyes closed, her breathing still a little rapid, but her expression was one of complete relaxation and satisfaction.

Teacher Biru lay motionless for a few minutes, then opened her eyes and smiled at me, a shyness I had never seen before.

She asked shyly, "You little rascal, how did you know that?"

"I…I just really wanted to kiss you there, really! I didn't learn it from anywhere, I swear!"

"Alright, I know, look how eager you are, you're such a child!"

Looking at her seemingly reproachful yet affectionate expression, I couldn't resist any longer. I took off my clothes, pressed myself against Teacher Biru, parted her labia with one hand, aimed my penis at her vaginal opening with the other, and thrust forward. My penis, swollen like a ripe plum, slid into Teacher Biru's slippery vagina.

I was back in this familiar place, and I wanted to go all the way in, but I decided not to let this encounter with Teacher Biru end too quickly.

I inserted myself inch by inch, each inch feeling like my entire body gradually sliding into Teacher Biru's body. With each thrust, I could feel her warm, tender flesh rubbing against my penis—the sensation was simply wonderful.

I felt like I was dreaming; the world around me dissolved into a misty void, the only proof of my existence being the tingling sensation emanating from my penis.

Just before the very last bit, I suddenly thrust in with all my might, my entire member shoved in to the hilt! She groaned softly, saying, "All the way in."

I looked down at where we were joined and said, "Teacher Biru, I'm coming."

Teacher Biru touched my face with her fingers, gently and shyly saying, "Don't be too hasty, go slower, so the neighbors can't hear, okay?"

I nodded vigorously, then pulled my penis out and thrust it in again, beginning my movements. I slowly pushed forward, the head of my penis gently gliding past the cervix, finally reaching the very back of her vagina.

Teacher Biru let out a long breath after I had penetrated her fully, her tense body relaxing. Her hands gently encircled my neck, her whole body pressed tightly against me, her lower body twisting to meet my thrusts. Her narrow vagina contracted and expanded, sucking me in with incredible pleasure.

The intense pleasure gradually made me lose control. Ignoring Teacher Biru's soft moans, I thrust in and out with large, sweeping movements, like a wild beast in heat. I forcefully pounded into Teacher Biru's vagina.

"Ah... gentler, Xiaoming... ah... ah..." Teacher Biru couldn't help but moan.

My movements quickened, making Teacher Biru gasp repeatedly. With each impact, her body rose and fell like waves, especially her two white mounds of flesh, swaying back and forth, incredibly alluring!

"Ah... ah, Xiaoming... ah... ah... harder, ah..."

Teacher Biru's hair was disheveled, scattered on the bed, contrasting with her flushed face, making me incredibly excited.

This was the elegant and beautiful Teacher Biru! Now she was beneath me, how exciting! I grew more and more excited, my movements becoming increasingly vigorous, the whole bed shaking with each thrust. Her lower body was overflowing with lustful fluids, her pubic hair matted together.

In my fervor, I lifted Teacher Biru's legs onto my shoulders, making her vulva even more erect. Holding her legs, I thrust wildly again! She cried out incessantly!

Finally, the climax arrived. Teacher Biru grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. She cried out as if in a trance, her vagina gripping my glans tightly. I felt a tingling sensation spread from my penis throughout my body, a spasm in my lower abdomen, and my semen gushed out like a burst dam, wave after wave, deep into Teacher Biru's vagina.

"Ah..."

I cried out, embracing Teacher Biru's body tightly, letting my semen shoot as much as possible into her uterus!

After ejaculating, I collapsed onto Teacher Biru.

I dozed off for a few minutes, and when I woke up, I found myself still lying on top of Teacher Biru, my penis soft but still inside her vagina.

She looked at me lovingly, one arm around my waist, the other gently stroking my hair.

I gently kissed her and said, "Teacher Biru, I love you!" My upper body shifted, and my penis slipped out of her vagina.

"Your semen is leaking out, quickly wipe it for me," Teacher Biru said.

I grabbed a few tissues from beside me and wiped away the milky white semen slowly flowing from the half-existing vaginal opening.

She lovingly wiped the sweat from my forehead and scolded, "I told you to be gentle, you're so rough, so naughty..."

Looking at her shy and timid appearance, I couldn't help but hug her tighter, kiss Teacher Biru's lips, and we began to caress each other on the bed...

That night passed quickly. I don't remember how many times we did it, I only know that we did it, then fell asleep, woke up, and did it again, as if we never got tired.

I unleashed my passion on Teacher Biru, who constantly comforted me and soothed my youthful restlessness.

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