[Amidst the crowing of roosters in the countryside, he secretly thrust his penis into his mother's vagina, his back to his grandfather.]

Amidst the crowing of roosters in the countryside, carrying my grandfather on my back, I thrust my penis into my mother's vagina
. That summer, during my first year of high school, my father fell from a five-story scaffold and died.
At his funeral, my mother's tears streamed down her face like pearls. Suddenly, the family lost its financial support, and we moved from Taipei back to
my parents' home in Chiayi to live with my grandparents. Although we lacked nothing and lived a comfortable life, I was truly naive at the time
. Coming from the bustling city of Taipei, where everything was readily available, with 7-Elevens just around the corner at night, I
found myself in this rural countryside filled with fields, where only grocery stores offered companionship, and they didn't even issue receipts. Even going to a convenience store
required a two-hour bike ride.
So, when I first transferred to Chiayi, I struggled to adapt, didn't have many friends, and became increasingly withdrawn, only
daring to confide in my mother. This year, after years of hard work, I was admitted to a national university in Taipei. Finally, my efforts paid off
, and I became the talk of the village, bringing my grandparents great joy. My mother,
though happy, was also worried when she saw me heading to Taipei alone after summer vacation. I gave
her my acceptance letter, and she happily said she would make sure I ate well during the summer to avoid
catching a cold in Taipei's damp climate. I laughed and said, "We can all eat together. If Mom is happy, Grandpa and Grandma are happy
, then I'm happy too."
When I first arrived at my old home in Chiayi, it was a standard courtyard house, without a fourth-party service, a computer, or air conditioning. There were only
fields of golden rice and endless stretches of paddy fields. When my mother first came to Taipei, she endured the pain of losing her husband and had my grandfather introduce her
to a job at a chicken farm. She did all sorts of manual labor, cleaning the chicken coops, collecting eggs, and even herding pheasants. She did manual labor every day, and every time she got
home and showered, it was very late. I would always get up to wait for her and
say goodnight, a habit I'd had since I was little in Taipei. My mother never complained to me, but I understood her exhaustion and often massaged
her muscles and bones at night to relieve her stress.
At that time, I was just starting high school and beginning to adapt to life. During my teenage years, everyone in my class was passing around comics, pornographic
films, and adult books. My group of friends, after I got into university, one of them slipped
me a book during class, winking and saying, "This book is really nice! Haha, I hope you get into a good university!" I glanced
at the title; it was called "Unspeakable Love Affairs," and it seemed to be a novel. After finishing my book in the evening, I flipped through
it out of boredom. Because everyone in the countryside turns off the lights and goes to sleep very early, and after massaging my mother's shoulders, she told me not to
stay up too late and to go back to my room to rest alone. I can't break my late-night habit from Taipei; now I go to bed at midnight, but I still
get up at 5:30 am to help my grandfather with the fields before rushing to school.
I told everyone to turn off the lights, so I pulled up a rattan chair and sat under the streetlight in the courtyard, flipping through
the book my friend had given me. After reading the first few chapters, I realized it was an adult book. It aroused me intensely, making me incredibly
sexually aroused. It contained short stories, all about affairs, or coercion, rape, domination, and intimidation—all sorts
of plots. Each story was a separate chapter. After reading the first two chapters—one about a
secretary being "disciplined" by her boss, and the other about drugging and raping—I hadn't had a girlfriend in school. These past few years, I'd been focused on my studies
and helping with household chores, leaving me no time for such things. At most, I'd watch porn at a friend's house, and then
masturbate when no one was around—not infrequently, but not often either.
After reading those two chapters, my mouth was dry, my throat felt like it was on fire, and my penis was throbbing in my underwear. I
quickly washed my face with cold water to wake myself up, then came back to get the book, intending to return it the next day. I wasn't going to read it anymore, but just then, the book
fell from my hands and opened. As I bent down to pick it up, I accidentally saw a title that made me sit back down in the wicker chair and continue reading.
The story was long, so I'll just excerpt a section: That winter, I was moaning incessantly in bed, my whole body being
fucked to the point of life and death by my son's penis, and I had been indulging his abuse, whether at home where he pinched my breasts and
rubbed my buttocks, or on the bus when no one was around, I would masturbate him, terrified of being seen. I shouldn't have given in to
my son's demands, shouldn't have let him say he was under too much pressure preparing for exams and needed his mother to rub him until he ejaculated.
I naively thought that as long as I tolerated him during those six months of exam preparation, once he passed and left home
, he wouldn't have any more improper thoughts about me. Little did I know I was wrong. First, I masturbated, and then I became bolder and bolder.
While helping him masturbate, I also had to comply with his requests. Whether it was wearing a low-cut shirt, super short hot pants,
or garter stockings with buckles, in this civilized urban apartment, I actually had this incestuous relationship with my son. In the end, with the big
exam approaching, I was forced to perform oral sex and breast sex, lying naked on the bed, letting my son play with and caress me, even
in a 69 position, sucking his hot penis, while my most private vulva was licked by my son until it was dripping with lustful fluid.
Thankfully, as a mother, I held onto my last shred of self-respect. I refused to allow any disturbance to my private parts. I begged my son
to stop, but he only used exams as an excuse to play dangerous games with me again and again. The most
daring was in the fitting room of a department store. That day, the clothing store was not crowded. My son made me wear a modified Chinese cheongsam
. The saleswoman next to me even praised my figure and my flawless skin. When I tried it
on in the fitting room, there was a hidden zipper in the back. The saleswoman said she could help me zip it up, but my son volunteered to help. The
saleswoman kept praising me for having a filial and obedient son. If he knew that my son had taken out his penis in the fitting room and made
me suck and lick it, that my full breasts were being squeezed out of shape in front of the mirror, and that my son's penis was pressing against my buttocks and making my buttocks sway
, and that the secretions on his glans had stained the cheongsam on my buttocks.
Finally, my son ripped open my narrow skirt, which was slit up to my thighs, and made me hold it up with both hands so he
could lick my calves from my thighs. Then he made me straddle the table and buried his head in my genitals, sucking and licking, his fingers constantly
kneading my clitoris. My face turned ashen, and the stimulation inside my vagina made me clamp my legs together, gripping my son
's shoulders, unable to control myself for a long time. My son pressed me against the wall, pressing his penis against my vulva. I twisted my hips,
hurriedly whispering, "No, you promised me..." Before I could finish the word, my son wrapped his arms around my abdomen
and forcefully thrust his penis in from below. My vagina hadn't been penetrated by such a large penis for many years, and now it was being
penetrated so deeply, directly hitting my cervix. I cried out in pain, but thankfully my son covered my mouth and nose in time,
and I only managed two muffled sobs before I was panting heavily.
My son first let his penis remain inside my vagina. The sticky flesh gripped his shaft tightly, and this stimulation made it
harder and harder, stretching my tender vagina even wider. Hearing the sounds of my son swallowing water behind me, I knew this was
the honeypot he had been longing for for half a year. All this time, I could only rely on other methods to please him. Now, my son had seized the opportunity
to force himself on his mother in this changing room. Thinking of this, my eyes immediately reddened. I wanted to say something, but
no word came out. Suddenly, a slapping sound made me turn to look at my son. A burning handprint was
on my snow-white buttocks. The pain made my brow furrow, and I began to sob, tears welling in my eyes. At this moment, my son began to thrust,
and my vagina adapted to his thick, hard penis. With each slapping sound, my sobs gradually turned into muffled groans.
Then my son lifted my buttocks back, making my buttocks stick out high, and my arms couldn't touch the wall at all. I
had to bend over and use my fingers to support myself on the floor. The impact of his buttocks made me arch my back and try to grab the wall. Just as I was about
to touch it, my son pulled me back forcefully, not wanting me to relax. My upper body went up and down like this, and my vagina
clenched as well. My son stared at me with a bullying look in his eyes. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, so I
grabbed my son's arms behind my back with both hands. He supported my hips with both hands, and in the mirror, it looked like a V-shape,
with his erect penis on the left and my mother in unbearable pain on the right.
For some reason, after fifteen minutes, my shame gradually faded away as the penis struck me, and my body
reacted with its most natural, primal instincts. My vulva was dripping with lustful fluids, and I let out moans and groans,
swaying my hips with each thrust. Finally, I was pressed down on the table. My son twisted his fleshy buttocks and thrust forcefully,
pulling out his penis and laying me limp on the floor. Still dizzy, I was suddenly held down by my hands,
while my lips were squeezed into a sucking ring with my fingers. As soon as my eyes opened, a penis was forced
through my soft, honeyed lips, into my teeth, and into my warm mouth. It slid over my tongue, which was covered in tiny bumps, and I felt
a large, soft object in my throat. A stream of very hot, thick white semen shot out. I looked at my son's face.
His head was tilted upwards, his left hand holding my chin and his right hand gripping the top of my head. When the penis
gradually stopped trembling in my mouth , I only heard my son's long, heavy breaths before he released my hands.
My mouth was filled with the pungent smell of his semen and penis. I spat out a little semen in the corner, which made me choke and
cough a few times. The air I exhaled from my nose and throat smelled strongly of semen. At this moment, my son
slid his semi-erect penis down my face, leaving a trail of clear liquid on the glans. He then pulled back the foreskin and squeezed
out the glans, telling me to suck it clean. I could only do as he said. When I got up, the floor was covered in semen, and
the semen on the table was still a little dried. I quickly wiped the semen off my face. The cheongsam, soaked with bodily fluids, could only
be hung on the wall. My son pulled my hand and quickly left.
After starting university, I thought I could escape this nightmare, but my husband told me to go north and rent an apartment with my son for
a few years. He was going on a long voyage to Southeast Asia and wouldn't be able to take care of us. On the day of my departure, my husband patted our
son on the shoulder, telling him to take good care of me and not let anything happen to me. Our son said he would definitely "take good care"
of his mother, and as he said that, he secretly touched my buttocks. I felt both helpless and resigned
. Now, a year later in Taipei, I serve my son in bed every night, as if he were my second husband,
only a younger, more lustful one. He makes me groan and moan loudly in bed. Unaware neighbors think my husband
is giving me multiple orgasms, unaware that it's my own son, conquering me with his hard penis,
making me his wanton mother for his every release. By day, I am a mother; by night, I am my son's woman.
This past is unbearable to recall. Incest, mother and son incest—my body
had already become his woman the first time I helped him ejaculate. The story ends here. After reading it, I was deeply
shocked and remained unsettled for a long time. I never imagined that incest could be depicted so vividly. That night
, I had a dream where I was the raping son, and my mother was the pitiful beauty. I
was startled awake at the crack of dawn, drenched in a cold sweat, and my erection wouldn't subside.
I tiptoed past my mother's room and saw her still asleep. Because it was summer and hot, she wasn't
covered by a blanket, lying on a bamboo mat. The old electric fan creaked and groaned, masking the sound of my footsteps.
My mother was wearing a vest and a pair of white cotton briefs with a floral trim around the waist. The vest was a thin,
white traditional cotton sweater; the cotton threads weren't in the front, but rather on the left and right sides, each with four cotton strings crisscrossing and
pulling against each other, allowing the two thin pieces of fabric to cling to her chest. The fan blowing under the sweater caused the
lower edge of the vest to billow, the air escaping from the hem and around her chest. My mother lay flat on the bed, her hands at her sides.
I suppressed my lust and secretly crouched on the edge of the bed, peeking at my mother's breasts from under the vest. It was
already bright, though not as clear as at midday, but I could still see the base of her southern hemisphere-shaped breasts clearly
. I placed my hand on my mother's calf, secretly running my fingers down to her inner thigh, my trembling fingers pressing against her vulva
. I leaned closer, looking more closely; her plump labia slightly stretched the white briefs, forming
a small mound. A whiff of her genitals reached my nose, making my penis throb even more.
I had never imagined my mother's figure was so beautiful. Perhaps due to manual labor, her skin was a bit dark, and her palms
and soles had calluses, but her figure, free of excess fat, made my eyes widen. I
gently touched her breasts through the side seams of her bra. Her breasts were full and round, and the snow-white nipples emitted a
faint milky fragrance. I kissed her breasts, pulling down the center of her bra to reveal her dark red nipples. I noticed her
breathing was heavy; she was probably still asleep. I boldly stuck out my tongue and sucked on her nipples, finding them noticeably
hard, like purple grapes. I then used both hands to explore her breasts from under her bra, my palms covering them
, filling me with inexplicable excitement.
I gently pinched and squeezed, but I couldn't see anything through her undershirt; I could only imagine it. I straddled my mother's waist,
my buttocks dangling in the air, looking at the fleshy opening in her panties. I simply pulled out my penis, pressed it down, and slid it along her panties to insert it.
My mother's small mound pressed tightly against her inner thighs, forming a shape that enveloped my penis.
I could feel the warmth of her vulva through her panties. I gently pulled up my vest, moving quietly, and secretly kissed my mother's tender lips
, then her neck, my tongue licking from behind her ear to her right shoulder. My mother's collarbone was beautiful. Suddenly, I
noticed my mother's brows furrowed, her breathing becoming rapid and heavy, while my pear-shaped breasts heaved in my hands. Her
thighs were already bent and clenched, and because her thighs were open, the head of my penis pressed against her
bulging vulva inside her panties. When I pushed and scraped it upwards, my mother let out a soft moan.
Startled, I quickly got out of bed, my face flushed, and ran back to bed, my heart pounding. I wondered if my mother
had already noticed but hadn't said anything. I gripped my penis, imagining everything about my mother's body just now. After only a few strokes,
I shuddered and ejaculated all over the wall. I watched the semen slowly drip down, saying nothing. At breakfast, my mother
acted as usual, showing no unusual behavior. Only I ate with my head down. When I ran into my mother in the hallway after school
, it was awkward. She looked at me strangely, her head lowered, and asked me to come to her room that night;
she had something to say.
I awaited her scolding that evening, and tremblingly knocked on the door. My mother, dressed casually, said, "Come here
and massage my back." I massaged her shoulders, and she asked me to explain what had happened that morning. While massaging her
, I told her everything. My mother smiled and said, "I've read that book you had. What if Grandpa saw it on the wicker chair
?" She explained incest to me, saying those were just novels and I shouldn't believe them. I nodded vigorously, repeatedly
saying yes. After massaging her shoulders for ten minutes, my mother became completely relaxed and drowsy. I kept fiddling with her
collar, my eyes fixed on her cleavage, while my lower body involuntarily hardened.
As my hands became increasingly restless, I pressed on her back with my thumbs, repeatedly emphasizing acupoints, causing
her to moan softly, enjoying my massage. I secretly slipped my four fingers under her armpits, claiming I was going to pinch acupoints
, but actually, my four fingers were pressing on the base of her breasts, playfully teasing her side breasts. At first, I only lightly touched them
, but seeing that my mother didn't stop me, I became bolder and bolder, until finally I cupped the base of her side breasts with my palms, enjoying
the pleasure of the nipples against my hands. Just as I was indulging in this, my mother suddenly squeezed her elbows together, preventing my hands from
continuing to play with her. Turning her head, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she shouted, "Didn't you say you were being obedient? Why are you being naughty again?" I pressed my burning-hot penis
against my mother's beautiful back, rested my head on her shoulder, and cried sadly.
My mother turned around and hugged me, letting me press my face against her full breasts, and said softly, "What happened?
When did my good son become like this?" I cried, but the reason was fake. I made up a story, "
My father left me when I was in junior high school, and now I have to go north and leave my mother. I miss my mother, and thinking about this made me
cry unintentionally." My mother relaxed her brow, patted my back, and said, "Silly child, I'll come back to see
you when I have time." Seeing that my mother's mood had improved, I immediately said, "But I'm lonely all alone in Taipei,
and you're all alone here too. I'm worried about your safety. Please promise me you'll take good care of yourself..." At this
moment, my mother laughed so hard that she pressed me down onto the bed. Her playful face was so cute. My mother stretched out her fair fingers and tickled my
waist. I couldn't stand the tickling, so I lifted my mother's legs on the bed and tickled the soles of her feet. My mother
twisted and turned from side to side, crying and begging for mercy.
At this moment, I lifted my mother's jade-like legs. Her shorts were incredibly loose, and through the seam
, I could see a fleshy slit. My mother seemed to notice my gaze, and following my eyes, she realized that her bare vulva was
being clearly seen by her son. Her face immediately turned red, and she said, "Put your legs down, I won't scratch anymore." I then
placed her right leg entirely on my shoulder, my erect penis standing erect. My mother stared intently at my bulging shorts.
I pressed her thigh against my body, using my shoulder to stabilize it, and braced my right hand on the floor. My mother said in a panic,
"No..." "Don't do anything foolish, be good," I whispered in my mother's ear. "Just give it to me, just once, please."
My mother twisted her body, trying to break free from my struggle. I bent her left leg to the left, making a frog-leg position, and
pressed my left knee against it. I sucked on her delicate lips, and she made
indistinct sounds like "ooh... ooh... ooh... oh." No matter how hard I tried, my tongue couldn't get through her teeth, so I had to release her lips and start sucking and licking her earlobe .
My mother's face flushed, and she kept pushing against my chest with her palms, but I was too heavy for her
to resist.
I had discovered a secret about my mother before: her ears were very sensitive. When I was little, I used a feather to tickle her
earlobes, and she immediately collapsed to the ground from the tickling. Now, with each breath of hot air and each gust of cool breeze, my tongue
licked and explored her soft, fragrant ears, inside and out, then I held her earlobes in my mouth,
licking them incessantly with the tip and back of my tongue, while my lips sucked hard on her earlobes. Gradually, my mother's movements slowed down. Whether it was my already
erect penis, which had been thrusting out of her pants, frantically squeezing her vulva, or the sensitivity of her earlobes causing her body to tingle,
I saw her eyes half-open and hazy, her cherry lips exhaling soft breath. I first opened my mouth to suck on her delicate lips,
our tongues intertwining.
My left hand pulled open her shorts, which were still wrapped around her underwear, to the right, feeling her vulva by touch. I grasped the head of my penis and
slowly inserted it into her vulva, very slowly, very slowly. I didn't want to abuse my mother like in the novels, afraid
that kissing her too quickly would hurt her. After about a third of the way through, my mother looked at me. I released her lips and
whispered in her ear, "Is it okay? Are you afraid it'll hurt? Let me finish." My mother hooked her arms around my neck, her voice slightly annoyed,
"I've done whatever you want. You've already bullied me like this, what else can I say?" Suddenly, in a playful jab, I
thrust the remaining two-thirds of my way through. My mother immediately let out a soft "Ugh..." After catching her breath, she bit my
shoulder and said, "I told you to go slower, but you wouldn't listen. Yours is so big, and so hard, it hurts!"
I kissed my mother again, sealing her cherry-like lips to stop her from continuing to speak. I began to twist my waist back and forth
, moving rhythmically, from fast to slow, then slow to fast, using the nine shallow thrusts and one deep one from novels, letting my mother's
long-dormant vulva experience every moment of illicit lovemaking on this midsummer night. My mother's vulva was already incredibly wet, and I didn't...
There were other tricks. Just as I was about to ejaculate, my mother kissed me and said, "Keep it
down, Grandpa and Grandma are next door." It turned out that my thighs were getting stronger and stronger as I thrust, and my mother's thighs were already
red from being slapped. I kneaded her breasts with both hands, released my right hand that was pressing down on my mother's right leg, and let
her spread her legs. I supported my mother's slender waist and increased the speed of my penis. My mother let out a long series of
moans, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...oh...ah." In the last few minutes, my mother bit her lower lip and
kept making "hmm...hmm" sounds from deep in her nose. She reached out and held my hands. I
opened my palms and intertwined my fingers with my mother's two slender white fingers.
At that moment, my mother arched her body, her beautiful feet wrapping around my waist, crossing and clamping between my legs. A warm fluid
gushed from her vulva, making her vagina even more slippery. My glans was just reaching its climax, and
with a powerful thrust, I pushed deep inside, releasing a gush of hot, thick white fluid. My mother lifted her chin,
looking at the ceiling, her vagina trembling and squeezing my penis. Her voice was muffled, and then she
relaxed completely, collapsing onto the bed. I lay on her face, watching her sweaty nose and hazy eyes. We shared
a long kiss, embracing passionately until dawn, before I hastily left.
Now, studying in Taipei, I open that novel and laugh, saying it's just a novel; incest between mother and son shouldn't be
forced. My head throbbed between my legs, and I heard the repeated sucking sounds. Soon, another gush of thick semen
erupted. I saw my mother stand up, legs spread, revealing her vulva. She swallowed the semen, then straddled my
thighs. My penis was fully inside her. She moaned repeatedly. I squeezed her buttocks, wondering
when my mother would come north again to ease my longing for her.
[The End]

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