[Mountain Village Customs - Mother Accompanying Guests on Son's Wedding Ceremony]

[Mountain Village Customs - Son's Wedding, Mother Accompanying Guests]
My
hometown is a small village in the Yimeng Mountains. Although it's called a small village, it's actually quite large, with over 4,000
households and nearly 30,000 people. Our wedding customs are very unique.
Once a family is about to marry off a daughter-in-law, they have to build a new house next to the main house as the bridal chamber. This new house doesn't require
the host family to contribute money or labor. It is built by all the adult men in the village who go up the mountain to cut wood, go down to the river to carry mud, and quarry stones to make bricks.
It is a collective effort of the entire village. The new house is typically twelve steps long and nine steps wide, approximately twelve meters long and nine meters wide, totaling 108 square meters. It has six windows, four doors, and twelve pillars. There is only one room in the entire house. 　　The house is raised 1.3 meters using
local mountain stones 　　. The floor is paved with hexagonal wooden stakes, each 30 centimeters long, carved by a carpenter from hard walnut wood. There is no bed; the entire room is covered with thick wool carpets, 　　at least 10 centimeters thick, purchased by the family. Lying on them feels soft and comfortable without any pain. 　　 It might seem strange to use such a large hall with so many windows and doors as a wedding room, but 　　this design has a practical purpose. 　　 In the past, the Yimeng Mountains were high and the roads treacherous, teeming with wild animals. The people living there could not survive in this harsh environment without close unity 　　. To ensure generations of unity, the ancestors devised this method. 　　That is, after each family's son marries a bride, all adult men in the village can participate in the wedding night. That's right, the bride 　　and groom cannot refuse. Every time someone gets married, the bridal chamber is packed with people. The bride is forced to 　　lie naked in the middle of the bridal chamber and be raped by everyone in turn. To prevent the bride from being abused too much, the bride's family must send 　　three to five married women who have children, usually the bride's sisters, aunts, and sisters-in-law. 　　If the mother-in-law is still young and good-looking, she will usually come along to accompany the bride and divert the crowd of men. The groom's family 　　will also make the same arrangements. Thus, on the wedding night, in the bridal chamber, more than ten beautiful young women and one or two mature women 　　accompany a young girl, all naked, being gang-raped by countless men until dawn. Such nights typically 　　last for a week, after which the bride's family is carried back home. By this time, 　　the women who came to entertain the guests are usually exhausted, their genitals swollen and red. The groom's village will make a strange-looking bamboo 　　chair, on which the women lie naked, a chair called the "bridesmaid bridge." Their legs are 　　propped up on the frame, their swollen genitals fully exposed. They are carried back to their 　　village and circled three times, to show the groom's village's hospitality. 　　 As for the bride, after resting and recovering, it is customary that at least five men must accompany her in her room each night. The men 　　decide who stays in her room that night, ensuring she receives the semen of multiple men each night. 　　Usually, before the men become too impatient, the groom's family will send one or two young women to accompany her until the 　　bride becomes pregnant. Only then could she end this cycle of all the men in the village taking turns to have their way with her, thus ensuring that the bride's first 　　child would not know who the father was. He could have been any man in the village who had taken her body, and the 　　child would then receive the protection of the entire village. In reality, almost all the young women who participated in the "accompanying the bride" ceremony would become pregnant 　　, tightly binding the entire village together. 　　 I'm the sixth child in my family, with three older brothers and two older sisters. People in our village get married young. My mother 　　married into our family when she was sixteen, and she had two children a year later. By the time she was nineteen, she was already a mother of six. Strangely enough, 　　although women in the mountains are known for their hard work and resilience, the mountains and rivers here are very fertile, and the women are all incredibly beautiful. The older 　　women in our village 　　who are over forty look like they're in their early thirties. My childhood friend Sanzhu's mother, when she was forty-five, was still a bridesmaid at his wedding, staying for more than half a month. While other young 　　women in their twenties were lying on the frame with swollen and limp genitals, she could still chat and laugh with the men carrying the bridge. Her genitals 　　were still so fresh and vibrant. The next day, while harvesting corn in the fields, she was aroused by gossip from several uncles and elders from the same village. 　　In front of hundreds of people in the field, she pulled down her pants and had sex with several men in turns. She sucked on her vaginal fluids and managed 　　to subdue more than a hundred men present. That night, she returned home with a slightly protruding belly. According to Sanzhu, his mother 　　didn't eat that night and instead filled herself up with men's semen. 　　 My wife, Xiaomei, is a tall and beautiful girl born and raised in Shanghai. After I told her about our local 　　customs, she was extremely incredulous. She asked me shyly, "All the men in the village... come?" 　　 I replied, "Yes, everyone, even those not related by blood, comes. Our village has produced many capable people. There's 　　General Manager Zhang of the Shanghai Xinhe Investment Company, Director Liu of the Municipal Economic and Trade Commission, and Chairman Huang of my company—all from our village 　　. People from our village are everywhere, both in the central government and across the country. Because the people in our village are very close-knit, everyone helps each other." 　　 My wife, Xiaomei, then asked, "...If we don't go back to your village to observe that custom, they won't help 　　us wholeheartedly?" 　　 I said helplessly, "Of course! Those who haven't married in our village won't receive any help!" 　　 Xiaomei's eyes sparkled: "Chairman Huang of your company, I've met his wife. Such an elegant woman, 　　and she was... was......doed that way by people from your village?" 　　 "Yes, every year when they come back to the village for the New Year, Chairman Huang's wife has to entertain men every night!" I 　　 replied. Xiaomei's eyes suddenly sharpened: "I'm asking you, have you ever attended a wedding in your village? No wonder you 　　never took me back to your hometown after three years of dating. You must have had a great time every year when you went home, right? And Mr. Huang's wife, have you 　　... have you slept with her?" 　　 Caught off guard, I stammered, "...This...this..." 　　 My wife, Xiaomei, seeing my sweaty face, burst out laughing: "Hmph, I knew you 　　men wouldn't let such a good thing go. Fine, I'll let you off the hook." 　　 On the third day of our marriage, I took Xiaomei back to our hometown to hold a wedding ceremony. This was 　　a decision we had discussed for a long time. For a better future, Xiaomei decided to sacrifice her body, planning to give birth to our first 　　child in my hometown before returning to Shanghai to work. Mr. Huang from the company also assured me that after we got married in the village, we would be family.

He laughed and said, "Xiao Wang, you're lucky. At least you got to enjoy yourself for a few days. My wife, Wanjing,
doesn't even know who took her virginity."
My agreement to return to the village to get married brought both joy and difficulties to my family. Xiaomei is from Shanghai, and her family couldn't
send a bridesmaid; only our family could provide one.
The family gathered around the brazier in the main room. My thirty-nine-year-old mother wore a tight-fitting white cotton blouse and
light blue homespun wide-legged capri pants, the kind mountain women often wore. The red firelight reflected on her still smooth and firm
face. Mountain women don't usually wear underwear; the round-necked, sleeveless blouse clung tightly to her shapely, voluptuous
body. With the movement of her fair arms, her full, large breasts trembled gently, the hard little protrusions
tickling and arousing. I couldn't help but recall the scene of my mother's full breasts being kneaded and deformed by a man's hands.
Looking down, I saw my mother, half-squatting, her slender waist and swollen buttocks
clearly visible through her tightly bound trousers, even the outline of her genitals was clearly discernible.
I subtly shifted into the shadows, secretly swallowing. I had
tasted my mother's body many times before. My healthy and beautiful mother had been repeatedly invited by people from the village to be her companion. In the
moments when she was being raped by other men until she was in a daze, I had also repeatedly lay on top of her, ejaculating into the place where I was born.
I'll always remember that year I was fourteen. According to our custom, only fourteen-year-old boys were eligible to attend the wedding
ceremony. My uncle's son, Mengzi, was marrying Sister Shufang from the other side of the mountain. Sister Shufang was a renowned beauty in the surrounding villages.
Knowing our village was large, her family worried she wouldn't be able to stay awake the night before, so they requested ten maids from my uncle's family—women
who had given birth, were strong, and looked like beautiful thirty-year-old women. My uncle brought two chickens to our house and asked my mother
to be a maid.
For the first three nights, I, a fourteen-year-old kid, couldn't squeeze into the bridal chamber at all. I could only
squeeze in and out of the window with a group of boys about my age, occasionally peeking through the gaps in the crowd
. Sister Shufang's family brought eight maids, and our village had ten, plus Sister Shufang herself—nineteen women in total,
surrounded by the men of our village. Occasionally, a glimpse of a fair, tender thigh or a full breast in the crowd would make us
itch with desire.
It wasn't until the fifth day, when Sanming from the village also got married, that things finally quieted down a bit. We, a bunch of
teenagers, discussed it and decided that going to Sanming's place would mean having to guard the windows again, so we wouldn't move; we'd stay with Mengzi
.
That evening, I watched my mother go out to Mengzi's for dinner .
We ate dinner and breakfast with her at the wedding home. I hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls of rice and then slipped out to call Da Niu, Sanzhu, and the rest of us
teenagers, and we went to Mengzi's house.
When we got there, sure enough, it was much quieter than the previous days. We didn't have to guard the windows anymore; we could squeeze
inside.
I squeezed my way to a corner of the new house, found the best spot, and started watching and
waiting.
I finally settled down and, catching my breath, looked at the woman closest to me. My heart
pounded. My usually quiet and virtuous mother was lying naked on a thick blanket. Her
hair, which was usually tied up, was down, a large, dark cloud of hair cascading across the carpet. She lay on her back, her eyes slightly closed,
her face flushed. Beneath her delicate shoulders, her full, large breasts were being gently
kneaded and squeezed by the rough hands of my fifty-something-year-old uncle. My mother's strong, long legs were hoisted onto Ninth Master's shoulders
, completely exposing her most private parts to everyone. As I stared in disbelief, my mother
chuckled and said to Ninth Master, "Grandpa, you're still as virile as ever!" She then
gently parted her labia with one hand, and with the other, grasped Ninth Master's thick, large, veiny penis, aimed it at her genitals, and gently took it into her mouth. Right before my eyes, she 　　completely inserted
that ugly old penis . 　　 While I watched anxiously, Ninth Master leisurely played 　　with my mother's body for half an hour before his old, trembling body finally ejaculated his semen into her. 　　 The old bastard had just pulled his thing out of my mother's body when Zhang the Butcher, who had been waiting for a while, 　　impatiently pushed Uncle Jiu aside and grinned at my mother, saying, "Little sister, did you miss your brother?" 　　 My mother's face was still flushed from sex, her eyes bright and watery. She spread her legs 　　wide open for Zhang the Butcher, her flower path, which had just been used by Uncle Jiu, was muddy. She glanced seductively at the fat Zhang the Butcher, her voice so tender 　　it could drip water: "Yes, I miss brother's big cock, hurry up and put it in." 　　 Watching my mother moaning beneath Zhang the Butcher's fat body, I simply couldn't believe that my usually virtuous mother 　　would do such a thing. 　　 As one man after another vented their lust on my mother and turned to leave, time passed slowly 　　. Da Niu walked over with satisfaction and asked, "Still not here? I've come three times already. Sister Shufang is so beautiful 　　, and Tie Zhu's mother's vagina is so tight. I told Tie Zhu, but he didn't believe me. Look, he's fucking his mother!" 　　 I looked in the direction Da Niu was pointing. Not far from my mother, the quiet and fair-skinned Tie Zhu's mother 　　was kneeling on the ground like a female dog in heat, her tender white buttocks raised high. Tie Zhu was holding his mother's buttocks and was having a good time. 　　 Turning around, I saw Da Niu staring at my mother's naked body, saying, "Liu'er, your mother is really beautiful. 　　Do you want to play with her? I'll play with your mother first!" 　　 Before I could answer, the tall and strong Da Niu pulled down his pants. 　　Just then, a man got off my mother, satisfied. Before my mother could catch her breath, Da Niu's ridiculously thick penis plunged all the way in, making my 　　mother moan. 　　 I watched as Da Niu licked and sucked my mother's rosy nipples while thrusting his thick, black penis deep into her vagina 　　. 　　 As far as I knew, all the boys in the village had tasted their mothers' bodies. San Zhu had once 　　had sex with his mother in front of everyone in the fields during a bet she made with the other men in the village. 　　The only time San Zhu's mother was in the cowgirl position was when she rode on top of San Zhu, allowing him to enjoy herself without any effort.

I indulged in my lustful desires. The villagers jeered, saying that Sanzhu's mother should serve each of them one by one. Sanzhu's mother immediately declared, "Sanzhu
is my son. I'm willing to serve him like this. Whoever calls me 'Mom' from now on, I'll serve them like this!"
I thought my mother wouldn't be able to distinguish me from so many men raping her, and I happily
raped her repeatedly at other people's weddings. Until one time, as I was wantonly thrusting into my mother
, she suddenly whispered in my ear, "Coward, only dare to come at times like this." This made me very
ashamed, and I stopped immediately. Da Niu, who was queuing behind me, pulled me down. I watched as my mother
's beautiful body was pressed down by Da Niu's huge, dark, oily body, being vigorously fucked. She willingly wrapped her strong, long legs around
Da Niu's waist, thrusting her hips to meet his thrusts. Her defiant gaze and
the image of her plump labia enveloping Da Niu's thick penis were deeply imprinted in my mind. So much so that after Da Niu
ejaculated violently and intensely inside my mother's body, trembling with pleasure, he patted my shoulder in confusion and said
, "Your mother was so enthusiastic today, she didn't think I was you, did she?" Only then did I realize that Da Niu had enjoyed what should have
been my enjoyment. The following night, after spending time with my mother, I sneaked into her room and, in
front of my father, stripped her naked. I pressed her, like a little lamb, onto the bed.
Under the astonished gazes of my father and the three uncles who had come to sleep with her that night, my mother's moans were so intoxicating that my father and the others stripped
naked and pressed themselves against her. My father, uncles, and I took turns raping her, until she forgot to get up to feed the pigs the next morning.
Back then, my burgeoning lust often left my mother both amused and exasperated. Whenever I felt the urge, I would pin
my mother to the ground, lift her skirt or pull down her pants, and insert my penis into her body.
In the fields, when I finally withdrew my penis from her, the villagers would swarm around me. In the village alleys
, while I was enjoying my mother's body, she had to deal with a group of children watching after I had satisfied my lust
. She would kneel naked on the ground, performing oral sex on those teenage brats
while being penetrated by them in turn. Halfway through a meal, in front of the whole family, I would pin my mother down
on the table, pull down her pants, and rape her to the point of near death amidst the strange laughter of my brothers and the half-scolding of my sisters-in-law
. Then the meal would turn into a naked gathering, with my sisters-in-law, like my mother, stripped naked and taken
turns being raped by the men of the family. Back then, my mother would even wear only a short skirt and no underwear to satisfy my needs
. And I, too, became a notorious bull in the village. Sanzhu'er, Da Niu's two sisters-in-law, my friends' mothers and
aunts, would often, after I, Sanzhu'er, Da Niu, and a group of other boys rushed into the house, laughing and jokingly strip naked
, ready to be gang-raped by us. My mother, naturally, was the main target. According to her, now
she knew who each boy was as soon as they inserted their penises into her;
she was too familiar with them, knowing their length, girth, and rhythm of penetration perfectly.
Xiao Mei, blushing with embarrassment, accepted my mother's methods for quickly dealing with men. My two married sisters
, three sisters-in-law, and two aunts were all summoned back to be bridesmaids. My mother instructed us not to go out and fool
around; she would use a secret village remedy to protect Xiao Mei from injury on her wedding night.
This secret recipe is a closely guarded secret in the village. For over a thousand years, no bride has ever had a major mishap at her wedding, and this
recipe has certainly played a part in that. This recipe has always been known only to those who have been married. I
couldn't find out how to make it no matter how hard I tried back then, but now I finally know what this secret recipe is all about.
After dinner, my three older brothers and I were called into the room by our mother. She skillfully removed her clothes,
telling us to undress as well. She knelt on the bed, pulled my eldest brother in front of her, and took his penis into her mouth.
My second and third brothers also skillfully sat down on either side of her, playing with her full, large breasts
. Seeing me looking dazed and bewildered, she glared at me,
then gently shook her buttocks towards me. Her tightly closed labia parted slightly,
inviting me sexually. My second brother chuckled and said, "Sixth brother, hurry up! Dad's inviting people. Mom won't get any
sleep tonight. This is the first course for you."
With my erect penis erect, I spread my mother's labia with both hands and thrust inside. The familiar tightness and
slipperiness made me moan softly in pleasure. As I thrust forcefully, my mother clenched her lower body tightly, her vaginal cavity
undulating incessantly. Soon after, my hot semen gushed out.

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