Mom, love me one more time.

【Mom, Love Me Again】
Mom
, love me again! [1-4 complete]
"There's only one mother in the world who is good, a child with a mother is like a treasure, nestled in mother's embrace, happiness is endless..."
The computer on the small square table by the bedside, resembling a human body after a car accident, though broken into pieces, still stubbornly
played this song, "There's Only One Mother in the World Who is Good," which I've listened to for over ten years...
(a)
The first time I heard this song was with my mother. At that time, we were still living in a small mountain village called Dongjia'ao
. My father was still alive. The Liu family in the upper village had many brothers. They went out to work and earned money.
When they held a birthday celebration for their elderly mother, they actually invited the county cinema to show a movie. As a result, when the movie started, men, women, and children from both villages cried their
eyes out. The Liu brothers were so angry that they tore the screen to pieces, but at least we were able to watch it and remember
this song.
After the movie, Mom insisted on holding me tightly in her arms, refusing to let me climb
up to the attic alone to keep the mice company, even when I was sleeping. Although Dad sternly refused to let me sleep in the
red-lacquered canopy bed that my mother-in-law had given us when we got married, I finally returned to this gentle haven I had been away from for six years thanks to Mom's insistence
.
Actually, I don't usually wet the bed at night, but I don't know if it was because I was too excited or for some other reason, I woke up in the middle of the night.
When I woke up, I saw a scene that made me blush even more than the rape scene in the movie.
Mom was now sitting on Dad, moving back and forth quickly like she was grinding beans
. I didn't realize Mom's skin was so white. The moonlight shone through the cracks in the window, like a bucket of milk being poured on Mom
, all of it hanging down onto her two breasts, which looked like ripe melons.
Ugh! Before I could even see the brown nipples clearly, Dad's rough, dark hands
grabbed one breast firmly in each hand.
No! You think you're kneading mud to make bricks? Dad was actually
rubbing Mom's tender breasts hard, one in each hand .
"Ugh, ugh..." Mom seemed to be in a lot of pain, and she even groaned. The sound was
like the sound I make when I can't poop.
Dad still cared about Mom. Hearing her groan, he immediately
put his hands, which were still pinching and kneading her breasts, on her waist and helped her sit up.
I couldn't see clearly from under the covers, but I could see Dad's big, dark buttocks arching forward, while
Mom's plump, white thighs were wrapped tightly around Dad's dark spine like a Buddha statue.
Suddenly, I felt my penis straighten, and an itchy sensation spread from the head of my penis to my brain
.
Of course, I knew I couldn't get out of bed to pee, and of course, I didn't want to, so I gritted my teeth and endured
it.
Dad is really good at farm work; he doesn't forget his field skills even in bed. He twisted
his body and lifted Mom upside down, making her support herself with her hands against the headboard. He knelt behind her,
his hands on his ugly, dark penis—far bigger than my own—and rubbed it against her soft, white buttocks a few
times, producing a series of muffled "slap, slap, slap" sounds.
Seeing Dad's posture, I couldn't help but laugh. It was like driving
an ox to plow the field, and when he got excited, he'd slap Mom's large buttocks twice. The "slap, slap" sound reminded me of
the pain Dad felt when his hand landed on my bottom, and with each slap, my heart pounded.
Mom seemed oblivious to the pain, thrusting her white buttocks back forcefully while moaning
, "Daddy, fuck me to death...fuck me to death, harder, I'm so itchy, faster...faster, deeper
!"
Amidst Mom and Dad's panting and movements, like plowing a field, I watched Mom's
large breasts, like big meat buns sold in the city, with two red bean paste-like dots on top, swaying before my eyes. My mouth felt dry
; I wanted to drink something or shout to relieve the discomfort. My hands, hidden under the covers, always felt hot and wanted to
reach out, wanting to squeeze those full breasts like Dad's dark hands, to see if I could squeeze out any fluid.
But I didn't dare; my hands remained obediently hidden under the covers. However, my hard little penis couldn't hold
back any longer; although I desperately gripped it with my left hand, a little liquid still seeped through my fingers.
"Faster...faster, Ah Bao's dad, I'm going to die, deeper, faster...faster, faster, wait for me, please
don't ejaculate!"
Mom's voice grew louder and more urgent without her realizing it, and the "slap, slap,
slap" sounds of flesh hitting her buttocks from behind grew faster and faster. Dad's panting was like that of an old ox plowing a field, and
the liquid seeping from between my fingers was increasing, so much so that I couldn't hold it in with both hands.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
Dad and Mom roared at the same time, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I shouted at the same time, "Mom, I
need to pee!"
My words startled Dad and Mom, who stared blankly like two clay Buddhas, especially Dad, whose mouth was wide open
enough to fit a steamed bun, his hand pulling on Mom's nipple all the way to her waist without letting go.
I didn't have time to see what they were doing. I grabbed my penis, rolled off the bed, grabbed someone's shoe, ran to the back
door, opened it, and comfortably started to pee. That pee was really long and straight; if I were
to compete with Little Fatty Liu to see who could pee the farthest, he definitely wouldn't stand a chance.
I vaguely heard them arguing inside, and it seemed like they were even bringing up my name, but I couldn't be bothered. The cold night
wind was making me shiver, so I quickly finished peeing and climbed into bed.
"You little bastard, get out!" I had barely climbed onto the edge of the bed when my dad kicked me off.
"Ouch!" The sudden blow made me scream and collapse, clutching my stomach. At the same time,
my mom's stern voice came from the bed: "You short-lived wretch, are you crazy? Hitting my son in the middle of the night! If anything happens to him,
I'll never forgive you!" My mom jumped off the bed while yelling and reached out to help me up.
Seeing my mom come down, tears streamed down my face, and I started rolling around on the floor.
"You short-lived devil! Look how badly you've beaten Bao'er! Why don't you just die?" My performance ignited
my mother's fury. The shoes on the floor and the pillows on the bed were all thrown onto my father's dark face.
Why was she all dressed? I secretly looked around for a long time but couldn't find a gap to peek through. My mother was
fully clothed while I was peeing. My father's arrogance when he hit me was
completely subdued by my mother's worn-out shoes, and the floor was indeed too cold, so I stopped pretending and slowly straightened
up.
"Are you alright, Bao'er?" My mother saw me stand up and immediately took my hand, asking anxiously.
"Mmm..." I pretended to still be in pain, clutching my stomach.
My father obediently rolled to the other end of the bed to sleep, and my mother hugged me as she lay down to sleep. Smelling my mother's fragrance,
I slept especially sweetly that night.
(II)
Whether it was because my mother's curse that night took effect or for some other reason, my father really did die young. A few days
later, he was crushed to death by a tree while cutting down trees on the mountain.
After sending my father up the mountain, I never slept in the attic again. I always slept in my mother's arms, and sometimes her nightmares
made me feel suffocated. Actually, I was quite scared during that time, so although I could hear my mother
's heartbeat through her clothes every night, I never felt that urge to urinate that night.
Time is like a big broom, always sweeping away everything that shouldn't be left behind. My mother was the same.
After the seventh day after her death, as the uncles and aunts who came to help left one by one, my mother went back to work in the fields, just like when my father was alive
, and her face became as dark as his.
As the saying goes, "A widow's door is always a source of gossip." Although my mother is much darker now, her large buttocks
and still-erect breasts still make the men in the village drool. I've heard those
stinking men, whom I should call uncles and elder brothers, drool and
say harsh words while looking at my mother's body swaying like a willow in the wind as she carries water: "Sooner or later I'll fuck this woman to death."
The bold get rich, the timid starve. This world is a dog-eat-dog world, and I never thought
someone would actually turn those harsh words into reality.
That night, I felt a little cold, and when I reached out, my mother wasn't in bed. I jumped up in surprise and saw moonlight
shining in from the back door, realizing that my mother had gone to relieve herself.
But listening closely, I sensed something was off about the voice. I heard my mother speaking in a low voice: "
Second Uncle, let go, or I'll scream!"
"Scream! If you dare scream, I'll say you're a jinx reincarnated, bringing death to Bao'er's father, and that you're trying to seduce
me with evil winds! Scream! If you scream, I'll even say Bao'er is a little fox spirit and fry him to death in oil!" An old
voice followed. Everyone in the village knew this voice well; it was always
the one who presided over speeches at clan events. It was the voice of Dong Er Die, the Dong family's ancestor.
Dong Er Die truly lived up to his reputation as a capable man of the Dong family; after a few words, my mother fell silent.
"By the way, Second Uncle likes obedient and sensible women like you. As long as you're obedient to Second Uncle, you and your mother
will live a life of luxury, much more comfortable than with that deadbeat Bao'er's father." Second Uncle Dong's grating
voice rang out again, followed by a muffled groan from my mother.
Second Uncle Dong was at least in his sixties, and his grandson was even a few years older than me. I never expected that he would be the first to take
advantage of my mother!
I felt a surge of anger just thinking about it, so I quietly got out of bed and hid behind the back door.
My mother's clothes had been stripped off completely, her body clearly divided into black and white from her neck down to her thighs
. Her two large, plump breasts looked particularly alluring against the backdrop of her dark neck and arms. Second
Uncle Dong probably had the same thought as me, grabbing one of her large, fleshy breasts and bringing his large, unkempt
mouth with its white and black beard to her lips.
My mother seemed to push her graying head a few times, but whether it was due to a lack of strength or some other reason, in the end,
it was still Uncle Dong's foul mouth that conquered her breasts.
Uncle Dong nuzzled and nibbled at my mother's large breasts like a pig gnawing on swill, his
hands, covered with age spots, rummaging and groping among the dark hairs in the white triangle area beneath my mother's dark belly, like digging into a sparrow's nest
. I watched from behind the door as his two veined fingers forced open a small red fleshy hole, like a loach
burrowing into a hole.
Under Uncle Dong's teasing fingers, Mom actually let out a muffled
groan, the same one she'd made with Dad in bed that night. She obediently followed Uncle Dong's instructions, turning around and bracing herself against the wall, raising her plump, white buttocks high. Uncle Dong, holding her dry, thin penis 　　, rubbed it back and forth
between her opening and closing buttocks . 　　 Uncle Dong's small, fleshy rod, which was even smaller than mine, remained limp like a slug after rubbing for a long time 　　, while my penis, for some reason, was now erect like a drumstick pounding against my belly. 　　 "Baby's mother, I can't take it anymore, why don't you just suck it for me?" Uncle Dong said 　　, twisting Mom around, one hand supporting his unworthy penis, the other grabbing Mom's hair and pressing it down. 　　 Now my mother was really unwilling. No matter how Uncle Dong tried to press her down, she stubbornly kept her head up and refused to put her mouth to that 　　old gun. 　　 "Will you put it in or not? If you don't, I'll open the ancestral hall tomorrow and burn you two, mother and son, to death!" Uncle Dong said, slapping 　　my mother hard twice. 　　 Now I no longer had the fun of watching the peep show. A surge of anger rose from the soles of my feet to the roots of my hair. I 　　grabbed the top bolt behind the door and smashed it hard on Uncle Dong's bare leg. 　　 "Ouch!" Uncle Dong's howl was like a wolf, sounding particularly pitiful in the quiet mountain village at night. 　　Gradually, the lights in the village were turned on. 　　 (III) 　　 Uncle Dong's leg was ruined, and I didn't gain much advantage either. My mother and I were kicked out of the clan. From then on, 　　my mother and I made a living by picking up garbage in the county town. 　　 As the saying goes, "Children of poor families mature early." Although I had to walk several miles to a middle school in the suburbs 　　, I still tried to collect scrap paper and metal for an hour on my way home to help my mother supplement the family income.

I had only one thought in my mind: I had to make my mother happy.
People had come to our house to propose marriage, but my mother always
refused, saying that her child needed to study and couldn't afford to be delayed.
We had just rented a room when a matchmaker came and, seeing our small bed, said strangely, "
A child in high school still sleeping with you?" Then, as if understanding something important, she shook her head and left.
That night, my mother used a discarded bamboo bed she had found to set up another small bed opposite ours.
Actually, I was grown up now, and I knew what my mother meant, but after finishing my homework and going to sleep, I still silently
put the quilt that my mother had carefully arranged on the bamboo bed back onto that small bed.
That night, my mother kept sewing until very late. But in the end, she quietly got into bed.
When my mother got into bed, I hugged her tightly. My mother was startled, but instinctively
pushed me away and then touched my hair.
"Mom, no one can separate us! Mom, I love you!" I buried my face in
my mother's chest, just like when I was little, and whispered to her.
Mom didn't speak, but I could feel her heart pounding, and I could feel her hands digging
into my hair.
"Mom loves you too, Bao'er, no one can separate us!" Mom finally spoke, her voice trembling.
A few wet drops fell onto my forehead; I knew Mom was crying.
I looked up. Mom rubbed her eyes, but her smile was still tinged with tears, and her dark face
held a girlish shyness. I suddenly realized how beautiful Mom was. Her eyebrows were long and slender, and her
thick eyelashes, wet with tears, were like dew-kissed buds in early spring. Her rosy lips trembled like quietly
blooming roses, and her chest, rising and falling with her breath, was like potato sprouts about to break through the soil.
"Silly child, what are you looking at!" My mother, a little embarrassed by my gaze, gave a shy, playful scolding.
"Mom, you're so beautiful!" I couldn't help but mumble, and driven by some unknown force 　　 , 　　 I wrapped my arms
around my mother's neck and kissed
her hard on the lips. My mother pushed me away as if she'd been electrocuted , sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at me like I was an alien 　　. 　　 Neither my mother nor I slept that night, 　　 but I did 　　n't end up sleeping on that bamboo bed. 　　********** ... I shed many tears with my mother, but I also understood that now that I 　　had been accepted into university, she wanted to separate from me and find a companion to spend the rest of her life with. 　　 I didn't want to be separated from my mother; I vowed to take care of her for the rest of my life. 　　 Lying in bed, I made the boldest yet most hesitant decision in the world: I wanted to 　　make my mother my woman, only then could she be with me forever! 　　 My mother was drunk, or perhaps she felt relaxed after being accepted into university, and for the first time, she fell onto the bed and 　　began to snore softly before I even got into bed. 　　 Seeing my mother's face flushed from the alcohol, and her red lips slightly parted with her soft snores, 　　I felt a burning heat all over my body, as if I had walked thirty miles of mountain road. I tried to lower my head and 　　gently touch my mother's red lips with my own. 　　 My mother didn't react much; her high, firm breasts continued to heave freely, oblivious to everything else. 　　 My trembling hands pressed against those two peaks, and a warm, thick sensation immediately 　　traveled from my palms to my brain. I pressed them a few more times involuntarily, the desire to explore them growing stronger with each press. 　　 I tried to unbutton the top two buttons of my mother's blouse, but to my surprise, my mother, her body burning hot from the liquor, 　　unbuttoned the rest herself. Two snow-capped, jade-white breasts were about to spill out, the small bra barely 　　concealing their full beauty. 　　 I felt a burning heat in my throat, making it hard to breathe. In a few quick movements, I stripped off all my clothes 　　and lay quietly beside my mother, who was still snoring softly, sleeping like a begonia flower. 　　 The briefs constricted my already erect, red-hot penis, causing a sharp pain. I couldn't 　　resist any longer and finally tore off the last bit of clothing covering my body. 　　 My mother's breasts were still rising in rhythm with my erect penis. I couldn't care less about anything else 　　; I ripped off her bra. Her breasts seemed a little soft, and as soon as the bra was off, they tilted 　　to either side like two empty wine sacks. 　　 I didn't care about anything else at that moment; all I knew was to knead her nipples, which looked like two ripe Shanxi red dates 　　, and without thinking, after sixteen years, my mouth was licking her nipples again. 　　 Seeing that my mother didn't react much, my initial fear relaxed considerably. One hand was still 　　circling her white breasts, while the other hand quickly found my mother's waistband and gently 　　unbuttoned it. 　　 Because my mother hadn't done farm work for a while, her skin had become noticeably whiter. Below her deep navel 　　lay a vast, white snowfield, and beneath that snowfield, a thick patch of glossy black pubic hair lay neatly in a triangle, concealing 　　that sacred cave. 　　 This was a place I had walked through seventeen years ago. Seeing the light brown labia minora peeking out from beneath the two thick 　　labia majora, I felt incredibly excited. Like a pilgrim, I pressed my head close to the vulva, and 　　a slightly musky yet softly fragrant scent immediately filled my nostrils. 　　 So comfortable! I took several deep breaths of the essence from this mysterious cave, feeling a sense 　　of exhilaration. 　　 I tentatively used two fingers to gently smooth the pubic hair, parting the two brown labia majora, and 　　a bright red clitoris, like a love bean, immediately burst forth, while a small, red, plump clitoris, like a baby's mouth...

The tiny, delicate opening was contracting and opening, looking at it at first glance like a baby pouting because it was hungry
.
I quickly stuck a finger in, and it immediately seemed to breathe, swallowing my finger. I quickly
pulled my finger out, but couldn't resist the temptation and stuck two more fingers in. Hmm, that's better
, not as strong a suction, but I could feel a brush constantly brushing my fingers. I tried to go in
a little deeper.
Oh no, Mom rolled over and pinned my fingers underneath.
Now I really panicked, and all the courage I had mustered at the beginning vanished. Luckily, Mom
didn't do anything else after rolling over, so I tried to pull my fingers out again and lay down next to her.
Since my mother and I were both completely naked, my penis was pressed tightly against her soft, white buttocks. As
I twisted and rubbed, my thick, long penis somehow slipped into her buttocks without her noticing. A
pressure I'd never experienced before forced my penis deeper.
My mother's body seemed to tremble slightly, but she didn't turn around. I tried putting my hand back
on her breasts, but there was no significant reaction.
Now I was bolder. Without thinking, I tried to turn my mother's body so she was lying face
up, but no matter how hard I tried, she remained in that position with her back to me. After a few attempts, I
gave up completely, focusing only on using my hand to guide my penis and try to probe it randomly between her buttocks.
Wait, it seems I've found an opening! I pushed forward forcefully, and my mother's body trembled, causing it
to slip out. Undeterred, I tried again, using my hand to guide my penis and try to push it back in, but still without success. If this continued
, all my efforts would be in vain. I tried to turn my mother's body around to align her with the opening, but unexpectedly, her tense legs
seemed to unconsciously loosen a crack, and my long, thick penis, inheriting my father's fine tradition, immediately
slid in.
Slippery and sticky. Wow, why is it so wet here? Could it be that Mom drank too much and peed without
realizing it? I didn't have the mind to wake Mom up to pee at that moment. Following the slippery liquid, I squeezed my penis in. This
was much easier. In one go, my penis squeezed into a hot, furnace-like cave. The flesh on both sides
felt like sponges soaked in medicine, constantly washing my glans. I couldn't help but thrust a few times, and the more I thrust, the more
I felt like a delicate baby's hand was stroking and pulling inside.
I succeeded? I really made Mom my woman?
I felt a surge of joy and thrust a few more times with all my might. Perhaps I'd been too rough these past few times, because I clearly
heard my mother let out a muffled groan: "Ouch!"
Was Mom awake?
I stopped, a little lost. Just then, I saw Mom's buttocks subtly push back, once, twice.
"Mom!" I forcefully turned Mom's body around. She didn't open her eyes, but
bright tears glistened beneath her long eyelashes.
"Mom, I love you, I want to be with you forever!" I said, pressing my lips to her burning lips
, forcefully using my tongue to pry open her teeth.
Once, twice, three times. With my efforts, Mom finally opened her mouth, and my clumsy tongue
was quickly enveloped by a soft, fragrant tongue.
After a long tongue battle, I smoothly climbed onto Mom's warm body again, easily
returning my penis intact to our old home seventeen years ago. Under my powerful thrusts, Mom also
lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, moaning happily with each of my vigorous thrusts.
"My darling son... my darling husband, harder, faster... faster... Mom is going to die... faster
!" For the first time since Dad's death, Mom felt the happiness of being a woman.
From that night on, Mom became my woman, and she followed me to the provincial capital. We still rented a dilapidated house and
lived a simple life, but our faces were always filled with happy smiles.
(IV)
Four years passed quickly. I graduated and returned to the middle school I had graduated from to become a teacher,
earning more than 700 yuan a month. Mom also found a job in the canteen and no longer had to pick up garbage. Our
hard times should be coming to an end soon, and I also had my first luxury item—a second-hand computer.
It seems that the wish for a good person to live a peaceful life only exists in people's hearts. Unexpectedly, the result of the test that Mom, who had always been unwilling to go to the hospital,
was cancer—bladder cancer.
I'm a materialist. When I saw the test results, I knew my mother's life could end at any moment. Therefore,
I refused the hospital's offer of inpatient chemotherapy. Although I
would be willing to give my own life if there were a chance to cure her, I knew it was impossible. Our beloved Premier Zhou couldn't be cured,
King Hussein of Jordan couldn't be cured, so how could my mother be cured? Did I have to make my mother undergo another life-or-
death chemotherapy session to be worthy of her?
I wouldn't do that, just like the distorted love between my mother and me. I believe my mother would not allow me to do this if she knew her condition
, even though she still thought it was gastritis.
I spent all my salary and loans on heroin. I don't do drugs, but for my mother, I became a drug buyer. I bought
heroin and injected it into her veins while giving her injections, so she wouldn't feel the excruciating
pain of cancer. But as the dosage increased, I knew my mother was getting further and further away from me.
"There's only one mother in the world who's good, a child without a mother is like a blade of grass, away from a mother's embrace, where can happiness be found..."
Looking at my mother, who had fallen into a deep sleep after yet another injection of drugs, tears welled up in my eyes.
"Baby, come here, Mom has something to tell you." My mother, who had long been unable to get out of bed due to her illness,
suddenly sat up easily! Was I dreaming? I rubbed my eyes hard 　　.
Yes, my mother was smiling and talking to me on the bed . 　　 "Mom, you're better?" I rushed over in surprise. Could this be the legendary "fighting poison with poison" method, 　　unintentionally conquering cancer—a problem that renowned medical scientists had studied for generations? 　　 "Baby, my good son, Mom has made you suffer." My mother's thin fingers ran through my hair.

Her voice sounded even more sorrowful.
"Mom, don't say that, we'll be together forever!" I
said softly, kissing the corner of my mother's mouth with the same tenderness she showed before her illness.
"Baby, you don't need to lie to Mom anymore. Mom knows this illness is incurable. Mom's biggest regret is not being able to give you
a younger brother or son." As Mom said this, a faint blush appeared on her pale face again.
"Mom, I love you. You're getting better soon, really. Let's have ten or eight more sons, okay?" I
suddenly felt something was wrong, but I still pretended to be relaxed as I spoke to Mom.
"Mom wants to too, but your father is waiting for me to take care of him. You two are my enemies from a past life."
Mom said, her breath coming in gasps.
"Mom, it'll be alright. Aren't you doing quite well now? Why don't we make a son right now
?" A crazy idea suddenly popped into my head. I wanted my mother to die in happiness, even if it meant her death
.
"This...this won't do!"
"It will, it will definitely work!" I said, gently unbuttoning my mother's clothes,
taking them off one by one like a sacred ritual, and neatly folding them at the head of the bed. Then I quickly tore off my own clothes
.
Cancer had completely devoured my mother's plump body. Her breasts were like empty
rice sacks hanging on a few thin, bony ribs, and her nipples were like two dried-out donkey testicles hanging blackly between her ribs
. Her pubic hair was like firewood discarded and forgotten in winter, dry and tangled together. Her
labia majora were like two tattered rags blown by the cold wind, spread open to reveal two wrinkled
labia minora inside.
Just like the first time I pounced on my mother, I gently took her nipple, which had long since lost all feeling, into
my mouth. I carefully licked it with my tongue, bit it with my teeth, and my fingers deftly traced the contours of her pubic bone,
caressing her clitoris, which had shrunk to the size of a moldy black bean.
"I want to make Mom happy forever!" I thought to myself, secretly lowering one hand to quickly
stroke my limp, noodle-like penis.
After several attempts, my shaft finally rose slightly, while Mom, whether from exhaustion or excitement,
lay on the bed with her eyes closed, panting.
This was a golden opportunity; I knew that if I didn't insert it now while it was still erect, I would never have another chance. I lifted one of Mom's legs, turned to the side, and 　　rubbed
my still-erect glans against her vulva .
At this point, expecting my mother's vagina to quickly leak out hot, lustful fluid as usual
was pure wishful thinking. I used my other hand to spit out several mouthfuls of saliva and smear it on my glans.
My mother's vagina was no longer covered by flesh; with the slightest force, I could feel my mother's pubic bone slamming
painfully against it. But I persisted, trying to push my half-erect penis in as much as possible, even though it
was cold and dry inside, like a pile of gravel in winter.
"Oh, oh, oh..." My mother let out a few strange roars.
I knew my mother's time was almost up, so I frantically thrust my penis
into that dark, long hole, ignoring the pain and itchiness.
"Oh, oh, oh..." My mother cried out three more times, hugging my waist tightly as she cried out. I felt her
struggle to lift her head and kiss me, but she couldn't manage it. Her head slumped onto the pillow, and a large gush of
warm liquid sprayed like a fountain onto the base of my penis, then flowed down her thighs.
With the spurt of that liquid and the sudden spasm in her body, my semen
shot out like a water jet from my still-erect penis.
"There's only one mother in the world who is good, a child with a mother is a treasure, nestled in mother's embrace, happiness is boundless..."
Mom, love me one more time. I wiped away the urine and semen that had flowed from my mother's body before she died, and
whispered in her ear...

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