[The Story of a Son Following His Husband's Death] (Complete) Author: Unknown

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 10249
Under the old locust tree at the village entrance lived a widow. She was fair-skinned and voluptuous,
a beauty considered among the best in the village in her youth. Even now, past forty, she still retained her charm.
The widow had an only son, now a senior in high school. He was not only academically excellent but also renowned for his filial piety. Whenever
he had free time, he would help the widow with farm work.
This Friday, the widow was chatting and basking in the sun with a group of neighbors on a long stone bench at the village entrance. Seeing her
son returning from school, she told them she was going home to supervise his studies and then turned to go home. As the villagers
watched her leave, they all said enviously, "The widow is lucky; her son is so promising. He'll surely bring honor to
their family in the future."
In the widow's study, the doors and windows were tightly shut, and the curtains were drawn shut.
Faintly, fragmented voices could be heard saying, "No...no...let me go!" Inside, the widow's trousers were pulled down to her knees.
She was leaning against the desk, her large, white buttocks protruding as her son wantonly raped her from behind. Although she
was saying "no" aloud, she showed no intention of stopping her son.
I was fucking my mother's cunt from behind, my hands not idle either. One hand supported her swollen belly,
and the other cupped one of her large, sagging breasts, kneading them with abandon.
Suddenly, I... The enormous penis was pulled out of Mom's vagina, its dark glans still dripping with fluid. It quickly moved
to Mom's anus, and with the help of her vaginal fluid, thrust it into her rectum. After only
a few thrusts, with a satisfied groan, he finally ejaculated profusely into Mom's rectum.
The widow also climaxed with her son's ejaculation; her body convulsed, and her old vagina gushed forth a large amount of vaginal fluid.
After her climax, Mom's legs went weak, and I quickly caught her to prevent her from falling.
After a while, Mom finally regained her strength, broke free from my hands, and pretended to be angry, saying,
"You little devil, look what you've done! Fuck me in broad daylight! Aren't you afraid of being heard?"
I smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm sorry, Mom, I won't do it again."
"You little devil, I just can't do anything with you," Mom said, then gently poked my forehead with her index finger,
satisfied, and went to clean the semen from her anus.
Actually, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened.
The year I graduated from junior high, I went to help my mother with farm work in the melon field. It was hot, and my mother was dressed lightly,
but the distinctive scent of sweat from her body, typical of middle-aged women, lingered in my nostrils. I've always had a deep attachment to my mother
, and that day, perhaps a little dizzy from the sun, I actually pounced on her and tried to rape her. My mother struggled desperately
and finally pushed me away. She got up and ran into the melon shed next to the melon field, and I followed her in.
The melon shed was an ordinary brick and tile house. For the months leading up to the melon harvest, my mother would stay in the shed every night
to watch over the melons. The house was fully equipped with all kinds of everyday necessities.
When I entered the shed, I saw my mother sitting on the bed, holding a kitchen knife to her neck.
The scene startled me awake. I knelt before my mother with a thud, crying out in remorse,
"Mom, please don't do this! I was out of my mind just now. I don't know how I could do such a
thing. Put down the knife, hit me instead!"
Seeing my reaction, my mother put down the knife. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Son, were you possessed by something
? You scared me to death!" She then hugged me tightly and we both burst into tears.
After crying for a while, I looked up and solemnly confessed my long-held love for my mother, explaining
that I had seemed to have lost consciousness and acted purely on instinct. And that was indeed the case.
Hearing my words, my mother blushed. She hadn't expected that at her age, her son
would still love her so deeply. She pondered for a moment, then said to me, "My son, I'm deeply moved by your love
, but we are mother and son after all. If you had really slept with me just now, I would have no face to live with."
"Mom, I know, I will bury my love for you deep in my heart from now on," I
said painfully, lowering my head.
"Sigh, that's not a solution. You still love me in your heart, can you guarantee you won't
lose your mind like you did today?"
"This..." I was speechless. What happened today was not my intention, how could I guarantee
I wouldn't lose my mind like I did today? "Mom, do you have any good ideas?"
"I do have an idea, but it's a little hard to say."
"Mom, please tell me, I'm all ears."
Mom hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke, "In our village, there used to be a tradition of husbands following their sons after their husbands' deaths
. According to the traditional rules, you can marry me and make me your woman."
"Okay, Mom, then I'll marry you and make you my woman!" I blurted out.
"But this tradition has only been passed down orally among the elders, and it hasn't been followed for hundreds of years,"
Mom said with a worried expression.
"If it hasn't been followed for hundreds of years, this tradition certainly wouldn't have survived. Many people must be secretly
observing it, just not wanting outsiders to know."
Mom thought for a moment and agreed with me, saying, "But Mom is more than twenty years older than you
, and in the future…"
"Mom, don't say anymore," I interrupted her decisively, "Now that I know about this
tradition, I swear I will marry no one but you in this life! Marrying you would be the greatest blessing I've accumulated over several lifetimes."
"Oh, you little devil, you're trying to kill your mother!"
"Mom, my dear mother, your son loves you to death," I said, then whispered in her ear
, "I'll fuck you to death."
Mom's pretty face flushed red. She turned her face away, quickly composed herself, and then turned back to me, saying:
"Since that's the case, then let me explain the detailed rules of this tradition to you. If you can accept them, then... I
'll give in to you."
So, my mother explained in detail the tradition in our village of a man following his son after death. It turns out that in ancient times, with
years of war, countless able-bodied men died in battle, leaving many young women widows. At that time, widows were...

The tradition of sons remaining faithful to their deceased husbands for life arose 　　because many sons of widows couldn't bear to see their mothers die young and alone .
This tradition, meant to show filial piety, stipulated that once a son reached adulthood,
he could marry his widowed mother after a series of simple ceremonies. The chosen bridal chamber would become their
love nest. Within this love nest, they were husband and wife; outside, they remained mother and son. The mother's status was like that of
the son's legal wife; if the son later married another, she would have to become his concubine. A son who refused to marry his widowed mother was considered
unfilial. A widowed mother who refused to marry her son was seen as denying him the opportunity to fulfill his filial duty and lacking in wifely virtue.
After hearing my mother's explanation, I eagerly exclaimed, "Good mother, I never knew such a wonderful thing existed!
Let's go home and have the ceremony right away! I can't wait to show my filial piety to you!" I deliberately emphasized the words "filial piety
," making my mother blush repeatedly.
"Son, don't be so impatient. Mother has three things to tell you!"
"Mother, please tell me! Don't say two, I'll agree to a thousand or ten thousand!"
Mother smiled and said, "There aren't that many, three will do. First, times have changed. In the past,
men had multiple wives and concubines, but now it's monogamy. If you marry me, you can't have affairs with other
women!"
"No problem, Mother, I've already decided I'll marry no one but you."
"Second, although the rules allow me to carry on your family line, modern medicine has proven that
offspring from inbreeding are more prone to defects. Mother doesn't want that to happen, so you must be careful about contraception in the future
. Don't get me pregnant. Are you willing?"
"Yes, Mother, I will definitely be careful!"
"Sigh, actually, Mom has no choice. Whether you marry another woman or I get pregnant by you
, our shameful affair will definitely be exposed. Mom is old enough to not care about her reputation, but you
won't be able to face anyone in the village."
"Mom, you're so good. What's the third thing?"
"The third thing is, if we hold the wedding ceremony at home, there will inevitably be eavesdroppers. There are many gossipy people in the village, and many like to spread rumors.
Our good deed will inevitably be discovered. Mom thinks this melon shed is far from the village, and no one ever
comes to visit. Why don't we choose this place for our wedding
night? What do you think?" "Great, Mom! You're so thoughtful!" "
Since Mom has chosen the place, then you choose a good day!"
"Mom, I can't wait! Shall we hold the wedding ceremony today?"
"Alright, alright, since you're allowed to choose the date, Mom will go along with it. But Mom's in her
fertile period today, so you can't ejaculate inside me tonight."
I asked curiously, "Mom, what's a period?"
Mom couldn't help but smile at my question. Yes, her child was still too young, and it seemed she, as his mother, had to teach her little husband a lot about many things . So, Mom spent an hour 　　giving me a crash course on women's menstrual hygiene,
demonstrating what it entailed . 　　After the lesson, Mom said, "Okay, tonight it's just the two of us, so time is tight. Mom needs to decorate the 　　bridal chamber properly. You go home first and come back after dark." 　　I wanted to help Mom prepare, but she pushed me out of the room, saying she had a surprise for me. 　　When I got home, time seemed to drag on forever. Finally, evening arrived 　　, and I couldn't wait to go out. 　　Outside the melon shed, a sliver of light peeked through the gap in the curtains. I tried to open the door, but it 　　was locked from the inside. I knocked. "Mom, I'm here. Open the door!" 　　"Did you come alone?" My mother's voice held a hint of surprise. 　　"Just me!" 　　"The key is hidden in the door frame. Open the door and come in." 　　I opened the door and went inside. On the bedside table were two red candles. In the dim candlelight, my mother 　　sat on the edge of the bed, her head covered by a red veil. She wore only a red bodice, barely concealing her sagging breasts 　　and bloated belly. Embroidered on the bodice were a pair of lifelike mandarin ducks. Her two thick, fair legs were slightly 　　parted, and the area between them was surprisingly smooth and hairless. I had vaguely seen the thick black 　　forest between her legs during the day, and it had clearly been carefully trimmed. 　　I rushed forward to lift my mother's red veil, but she quickly stopped me. "Son, don't be so hasty. Tonight, 　　I'm yours. Lock the door first." 　　After locking the door, I turned and sat down beside my mother. I wrapped one arm around her thick waist and reached down 　　to touch her alluring old vulva. "Mom, you're so charming!" 　　"My little rascal, I'm glad you like it." 　　"My beauty, let's have our wedding ceremony now. I want you to be my woman as soon as possible!" 　　"Wait a little longer. The mother-son wedding ceremony is a complete ritual. In a moment, we'll do it like this..." 　　Following my mother's instructions, I took off my clothes and knelt on the bed with her. We bowed to heaven and earth facing the window 　　, then turned around and knelt facing each other. I then knelt before my mother, which is called bowing to the parents. Next, we bowed to each other as husband and wife 　　. 　　After a simple ceremony, Mom finally let me lift her veil. I 　　was surprised to see that she was wearing makeup, which made her already beautiful face even more alluring. My already erect penis kept nodding at 　　her. 　　"Mom, shouldn't we go to the bridal chamber?" 　　Mom blushed deeply. "My little rascal, from now on this melon shed is our marriage 　　. In this room, you have to call me 'Mom' and 'Wife.' Calling me 'Mom' now makes it 　　seem like incest." 　　"But Mom, you are both my biological mother and my good wife. I feel that calling you 'Mom' 　　is more intimate than calling you 'Wife.'" 　　Mom thought for a moment before saying, "How about this? I'm older than you, so you can call me 'Sister.' Sister is your 　　good wife and your own sister, your fleshy sister. You can taste my lips, you can rest your head on my arm, 　　and you can fuck my cunt..."

"Good sister!" I kissed my mother hard on the cheek.
"Okay!" My mother happily agreed, "Good little brother, now it's time to drink the nuptial wine!"
"Okay, Mom, oh no, sister, I've never drunk alcohol before, I won't get drunk."
My mother blushed. "You won't get drunk, because... it's not real alcohol, but... my urine. This
is also stipulated by the tradition of the husband following the son after death. I'm sorry I didn't tell you yesterday, but it's just a small sip, just
a formality." As she spoke, my mother looked at me pitifully, "You won't mind, will you?"
"I thought it was something difficult, no problem!"
My mother was very happy to hear this. She took the wine glass from the table and squatted down at the chamber pot in the corner to urinate. But I
pulled my mother up, "Sister, just urinate in your little brother's mouth. I won't
mind anything from your body!"
My mother was unwilling at first, but after my repeated insistence, she finally listened to me. I lay on the bed,
my mother squatted down on my face, her cunt aimed at my mouth. A moment later, with a soft moan, her
urine trickled into my mouth. Afraid I'd choke, she deliberately urinated slowly, but I drank it with relish.
The salty, astringent urine, warmed by her body heat, felt wonderful as I drank it. After I finished, my mother quickly
got up and licked the urine off my face. I vaguely heard her sobbing. I cupped her
face in my hands. "Darling, why are you crying?"
"Good son, you've moved me so much! Does your stomach hurt? If it does, just throw it up!"
"It's okay, Mom, I've never felt so good. Look at my penis, isn't it
bigger than before?"
My mother rubbed her eyes and looked closely. Sure enough, her son's penis, which had been as thick as a son's arm,
was now noticeably thicker, and the large glans was a purplish-red, shiny color!
Mom was taken aback and blurted out, "My God, the legend is true!"
"What legend?"
"The legend says that a mother's urine is the best aphrodisiac for her son, which is why there's
this traditional ritual of drinking from the same cup. After all, the tradition is so old; I originally thought the efficacy of this ritual
was just a myth."
Actually, Mom didn't say something else. The legend says that a mother's urine isn't just an aphrodisiac for making her son more virile
, but also a sacred urine that will make him addicted. From then on, even if the son's heart changes, he will probably never be able to leave
his mother.
"Good brother, do you know what to do after drinking from the same cup?"
"Yes, my good sister, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." As I spoke, my hand once again
climbed up Mom's thigh, gently stroking her vulva along the inside.
"My little rascal, it's not just about fucking. While I can't give you a virgin body,
there's a place where you can experience deflowering!"
"Good sister, what do you mean by deflowering?"
Mom shook her head helplessly. "Let me put it this way, son, has your big thing ever fucked another woman before?"
Seeing my denial, she continued, "Your first time was with me, so it's like
I deflowered you. You were born from my vagina, so I can't wait for you to
deflower me, but my anus has never been touched by a man. In a little while, I'll give you my first time with my anus, so
you can deflower it."
I was dumbfounded. "Mom, no, sister, you can fuck an anus?"
"Son, do you think my anus isn't clean? Don't worry, I already
relieved myself during the day and washed it thoroughly with soapy water!"
"It's not that I think it's unclean, it's just that your anus is so small, won't it hurt you?!"
"Don't worry, my good little brother, it might hurt a little the first time, but once it's opened
, it won't hurt anymore. I'll endure anything for you. Besides, deflowering is part of the traditional ritual."
In the end, Mom convinced me. Mom poured some sesame oil into her anus, and then let me fuck
her anus from behind. My glans pressed against Mom's anus and tried for a long time but couldn't penetrate.
Helpless, Mom made me lie on the bed, spat a big mouthful of saliva on my erect penis, and then
licked the saliva with her little tongue. Then she got up, straddled me, straightened my penis, aimed it at her anus, and slowly
sat down. With the double lubrication of Mom's saliva and sesame oil, my penis slowly slid into Mom's
anus.
Mom's eyes welled up with tears from the pain, but she still endured it without making a sound. She just sat on my
penis for a while before moving up and down.
My mother's anus was particularly tight and small, and her intestines would often spasm and churn uncontrollably.
It was the first time I had sex with a woman, and it was my own mother's anus, so I quickly ejaculated.
"Good son, does it feel good to fuck your sister's anus?" My mother stood up from me, taking off her bodice
and using it to clean the semen from her anus as she asked me.
"So comfortable, so comfortable!"
"Good little brother, you'll know how good your sister's asshole is in a few days! When your period comes in a few days,
you'll have to rely on it to relieve your heat."
"Mom, what's the next ritual?" "
The ritual has been successfully completed. From now on, Mom is yours. You have to be responsible for Mom!"
"Mom, you're mine now. I'll be responsible for you for life!"
Mom smiled mischievously, unfolding the bellyband she had just used to wipe her crotch.
Besides the white semen and pale yellow filth, there was also a trace of bright red blood, staining the white feathers of the pair of mandarin ducks red. "Look!
You deflowered Mom. Mom is so happy. Mom will treasure this bellyband for life."
"Good Mom, you said it didn't hurt, but you're bleeding!"
"Mom didn't expect your penis to be so big. This time you've opened up Mom's asshole, so
it won't hurt when I fuck you again!"
"Really?" "
Really! Okay, my good boy, come and fuck Mom. You can fuck me as many times as you want tonight!"
"Here we go!"
My mother let me push her down on the bed. She obediently spread her legs, letting my big cock penetrate her old cunt.
This time, I fucked her for a full half hour before ejaculating. At the last moment of ejaculation, I pulled my cock out of my mother's cunt
, and large gushes of semen shot onto my mother's belly. I rolled over and rested my head on my mother's fragrant shoulder. She kissed me and
praised, "Good son, well done. Tell me, how did it
come out of Mom's vagina before I ejaculated?"
"Didn't you tell me to be careful about contraception? I was holding back so hard at the last moment, I almost ejaculated
inside you!"
"I'll teach you a trick. Next time you feel like you're about to ejaculate, just put it in Mom's anus. That way you
won't have to struggle like before."
"Okay, let's try it quickly."
Mom was a little surprised, "You got an erection so quickly, you're a young man after all!"
"Sister, lie down quickly, your son is about to come!"
"Wait a minute, good son," Mom turned over and knelt on the bed, "This time, fuck me from behind, and
when you're about to ejaculate, put it in my anus!"
This time, I followed Mom's instructions. I fucked Mom's vagina for a while, and when I felt like I was about to ejaculate again, I put it in her anus
and sped up, ejaculating into Mom's intestines. "After ejaculating three times, I felt completely drained
. I lay on top of my mother, sucking on her large breasts to regain my strength.
My mother stroked my back and softly asked, 'Baby, you've done it three times already, Mommy's a little tired,
let's sleep.'
'Mommy, I haven't fucked you enough yet.' '
We'll have many more good days together in the future!'
'But sister, didn't you say you'd let me fuck you as many times as I wanted tonight?'
'Sigh, I can't do anything with you. How about this, I'll go pee first, and when I come back I'll lick you with my mouth, see if I
can make it bigger.'
'Sister, don't pee outside, pee in my mouth, I want to drink your pee!'
'No, I'll blush!'"
"Sister, have you forgotten? My dick got bigger after I drank your pee earlier, maybe it'll work again this time!"
Mom thought for a moment and said, "Well... how about this, I'll pee in a bowl, you drink a few sips and see, if it doesn't
work, don't drink it anymore."
So Mom took a bowl, squatted down and put the bowl under her buttocks, filling it to the brim. Mom picked up
the bowl full of pee, blew on the foam, took a sip herself, and fed it to me mouth-to-mouth. Mom's pee worked
quickly, after one sip, I instantly got an erection, and Mom exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!"
After putting down the bowl, Mom taught me a new position this time. She lay on her side, lifted one leg, and let me
fuck her cunt from the side. Inserting the dick from the side allows for deeper penetration. This time I fucked Mom for a full hour, and Mom
had multiple orgasms, even fainting at one point. I was so scared that I shook my mother's body violently. After a
while, she slowly woke up and blushed as she said to me, "Mom's okay, it's just that I haven't felt this good in a long time, and
I got a little too excited! If Mom feels like this again, don't worry, just keep fucking me."
Finally, when I ejaculated into her anus, she had another orgasm and fainted from excitement.
I picked up the bowl on the table and drank a big mouthful of her piss, feeling the energy in the urine slowly
working on my penis, making it erect again. Then I turned my mother over, her back facing up, put
a pillow under her stomach so her buttocks were slightly raised, and then thrust directly into her cunt.
After my fifth ejaculation, my mother and I were both exhausted, so we hugged each other and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, when my mother got up to pee, I pulled her aside and made her drink her morning urine. After drinking it, I
begged her for sex. She said her vagina and anus were swollen from my fucking the day before, so she sucked it out with her mouth and then
used her breasts to give me a second round of "milk spray." The second time, the "milk spray" even landed on her face.
From then on, my mother accompanied me to the melon shed every day to have sex. Outsiders only thought I was filial,
helping my mother with farm work every day. Actually, I was even more filial than they thought. I not only did farm work, but I also had sex with my mother.
In the blink of an eye, it was time for school to start again. I had to go to high school in town and live in the school dormitory, only able to go home on weekends.
Having tasted the pleasures of a woman for the first time, I couldn't resist the loneliness at school and slept with a middle-aged prostitute near the school
. This old bitch wasn't much younger than my mother, and her figure was just as big as my mother's, only her skin
was slightly darker. On the surface, she ran a hair salon near the school, but with a referral from a regular customer, you could try
her "special services."
The first time, a classmate took me there. In a small, dark room behind the salon, I treated her like
a substitute for my mother, fucking her while calling her "Mom," for a full hour, bringing the old slut to multiple orgasms.
Afterwards, she insisted on recognizing me as her godson and making me call her godmother. I just went along with it and called
her "godmother." She agreed with a pleased tone, saying she didn't have any children, and if she did,
they'd be about my age by now. I offered her money, but she resolutely refused, saying I could stay the night at her place. That night
, I had sex with her twice more. She didn't make me use a condom, saying she was born unable to have children and that I
could have sex with her without a condom whenever I came to see her. But with my meager allowance, how could I afford to patronize her business so often? Two weeks later, the old
slut actually came to the school to see me. She introduced herself to the teacher as my mother, saying she had family matters to attend to and needed to ask me for a day off. You can imagine
how shocked I was when I saw her in the teacher's office. So, she led me, dumbfounded, to
her shop.
In that small, dark room, she took off her clothes while complaining that I hadn't come to see her for so long, wondering if I had been unfaithful
. I stammered that I didn't have enough living expenses, but she cried and said, "Son, ever since I met you that day, I
've liked you from the bottom of my heart. Although you call me godmother, I love you like my own son.
Do you think my status is too low, or that my body is unclean? You probably don't know, but
after my divorce more than ten years ago, I've been working as a prostitute here. In all these years, you're the first person to have sex with me without a condom."
"Mother, I misunderstood you." I knew that at this moment, no amount of comforting words would be as effective as actions. I
gently pushed my godmother down, and she obediently spread her legs, instantly filling the small room with a scene of spring.
Later, I moved out of the dormitory and lived with my godmother. She changed her schedule, only seeing clients during the day, because the nights were reserved for her son! Aside from having hemorrhoids that prevented her from having sex, my godmother gave 　　me
her body completely . I even tried drinking her urine, but while it tasted similar to my mother's, it wasn't pleasant at all, and 　　it had no effect whatsoever. My godmother, being a seasoned womanizer, quickly discovered my secret with my mother, 　　but she wasn't jealous at all. She even taught me many sexual techniques to serve my mother when I got home. 　　Before Thursday, my godmother wouldn't let me have sex with her, because she needed to conserve her energy for Fridays. 　　Every Friday when I got home, I couldn't wait to drag my mother to the melon shed to have sex, but she was 　　very reserved. She was afraid the villagers would discover our secret, so she would pretend to wait for me at home, then help me with my 　　homework, and only after dinner would she leisurely take me to the melon shed, ostensibly to look at the melons. 　　As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I couldn't stand this constant abuse. Later, my godmother gave me some advice. She 　　said, "Son, your mother doesn't want to have sex with you at home because she's afraid you'll make too much noise and get discovered. Just 　　keep the doors, windows, and curtains closed, creating a safe environment for her, and you can do whatever you want with her." 　　"But my mother said that we're only husband and wife in the melon shed; otherwise, we're just mother and son!" 　　"Silly child, you're inflexible. Why don't you rape her? Your mother is afraid of being discovered, so she won't struggle desperately, 　　and you'll easily succeed. Besides, your mother has given you her body; why would she care about being raped? She 　　won't be angry about it!" 　　So I went home and tried what my godmother said. Sure enough, although my mother verbally disagreed, she 　　never blamed me for raping her at home. Even later, every time I came home, the doors and windows were tightly 　　closed, and the curtains were drawn. As soon as I entered the house, my mother followed me in, locked the door behind her, and then half-heartedly admitted to 　　my adultery. She hadn't violated traditional customs; the woman moaning beneath her son wasn't his wife, 　　but simply a pitiful mother raped by her own son. 　　My mother and I could only use withdrawal for contraception, but it wasn't 100% effective. 　　During my three years of high school, she secretly went to the town's large hospital two or three times a year for abortions. 　　My godmother urged me to take my mother to get a tubal ligation, but she refused. Deep down, she still harbored a small 　　wish: to carry on the family line through me. 　　Under the pressure from my mother and godmother during those three years of high school, I had no energy to study and only managed to graduate 　　. 　　I returned to my hometown dejectedly. My mother didn't care; she had originally intended for me to return home and 　　farm after graduating high school. 　　My godmother would occasionally come to the village to see me, always calling me only after she had driven there. Whenever I had time, 　　I would visit her. Several times we had sex in her car, but most of the time it was in the woods. She especially 　　liked to hug a tree in the wild and let me fuck her from behind; she said it was very exciting. 　　After three years of sexual intimacy between mother and son, my mother's conservative mindset gradually opened up, and occasionally she would 　　actively seek new territory for excitement. One time, while sleeping at home, she actually wanted to go to the melon shed in the middle of the night. I knew 　　she wanted it, so I got dressed and followed her out the door. But when we got to the village entrance, she sat 　　on the large millstone there, saying she needed to rest and refused to go any further. I looked around; the large locust tree next to the millstone 　　cast a dark shadow, so dark that even if someone passed by in the middle of the night, they wouldn't be able to see us. So 　　I mustered my courage, stripped my mother naked, and raped her right there on the millstone. 　　That time, my mother was extremely excited and even squirted, urinating all over the millstone. After picking up her clothes from the ground and putting them on, my mother 　　and I tiptoed away. 　　Unfortunately, our happiness 　　was short-lived. As the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get his shoes wet." One time, I dragged my mother into a cornfield and raped her, only to be caught by some children playing nearby. The next day, the villagers looked at us 　　differently. 　　My mother knew she couldn't stay in the village anymore, but she had nowhere else to go. She had no other 　　skills besides growing melons. As her husband, how could I bear to see her suffer? So I took her to town to stay with my godmother 　　. 　　I finally explained my relationship with my godmother to my mother. My godmother knelt down and kowtowed to my mother 　　, saying she truly loved me and was willing to be my concubine. She also said she couldn't have children, but if my mother gave birth to my child, she 　　would tell everyone it was hers and mine. 　　My mother, already dependent on others, couldn't refuse, and my godmother's final words about children 　　resonated deeply with her. She finally agreed. 　　From then on, my mother and I lived in the small house behind my godmother's barbershop. Our relationship became 　　like that of sisters. 　　Although I broke all the three rules my mother and I made, she didn't blame me; instead, she 　　loved me even more. 　　My godmother had no other place to solicit customers, so she had to work in the front shop. Every time we heard her pull down the shutter, my 　　mother and I knew she had customers. 　　We both loved hiding in the back room and watching her with the closed-circuit television. Watching 　　her being fucked gave me an indescribable pleasure. My mother liked watching because she knew 　　I would get especially excited during those times, and I would roughly strip her clothes off and rape her wildly. 　　After a while, my mother discussed something with me. She wanted to take over for my godmother during her period; 　　she didn't want to be supported by her godmother. Since my mother brought it up herself, it would be 　　unfair to her if I refused. 　　The first time my mother worked as a prostitute, my godmother and I watched in the small room as she clumsily 　　put a condom on a customer who looked like a student. I couldn't help but get an erection, but my godmother was menstruating, and I couldn't have anal sex, so I 　　had to hold back. Knowing I was suffering, my godmother took off all her clothes, wearing only a pair of underwear padded with a sanitary napkin, 　　and sat next to me, saying she could use her breasts or her mouth to help me relieve my urges. When my mother spread her labia and the customer penetrated 　　her, I couldn't hold back any longer. Just like when I raped my own mother, I roughly tore off my godmother's underwear.

I didn't care if she was bleeding, and I just had sex with her. Afterwards, the sheets were stained with a lot of blood. My godmother
comforted me, saying, "Son, it's okay, just keep going, Mom can take it."
My mother and godmother always asked their clients to wear condoms, but they would only have sex without one when they were with me
. Actually, even if they didn't ask, the clients would wear condoms willingly, not out of a sense of duty, but because
both of my mothers were quite old, and the health of prostitutes at that age is generally a concern.
Another year passed in the blink of an eye, and our lives changed a lot that year. My mother
became pregnant with my child again. In order for the child to have a normal birth, my godmother and I got a marriage certificate. My mother, as my godmother
, who was also my nominal legal wife, went through the hospital admission procedures. Ten months later, a healthy
baby girl was born!
With the child, neither of my mothers wanted to continue working in the sex industry. We moved to a
small, unfamiliar village in the north, bought a large house, and from then on, the four of us lived a happy and secluded life.
(End of article)

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