Ten years of filial piety to mothers, a heartwarming mess

Some people are filial to their mothers, but none have shown the same depth and enduring devotion as I have to my widowed mother!
My hometown is a remote village in a small mountainous county in southern China. My mother and I lived in a small "Western-style house" on the edge of the village, built with money sent by my grandfather after he went to the Philippines for business. When I was 15, my father went to Hong Kong through my grandfather's connections, and later moved to the Philippines. Unfortunately, before he could bring my mother with him, he tragically died far from home. For my sake, my mother decided to remain a widow, because she couldn't bear to leave me and that lovely little house.
Our house was located in a small valley on the edge of the village, surrounded by lush green trees on three sides, with a rice paddy in front—quite tranquil. The house was only two and a half stories high, with a total of five rooms. My mother and I lived there, and with the remittances my grandfather sent from time to time, we lived an enviable life by the standards of the time.
I could have lived an ordinary life: being filial to my mother, getting married, having children, and continuing the family line. But when I was 19, a casual remark from a coworker triggered a decade-long incestuous relationship between my mother and me. That was a golden period of my life, a tender, sweet, and intimate relationship with my mother, a relationship that was also like that of a mother and wife.
Chapters 1-5: An Incestuous Remark Triggered by a Single Sentence .
My grades in elementary and middle school were quite good, but when I graduated from high school at 19, due to my family's connections overseas, and more importantly, because my mother wasn't good at ingratiating herself with people, I wasn't selected for university. So I had to return to my hometown and work as a bookkeeper at the village rice mill.
One afternoon after work, as I was packing up to go home, the mechanic, Afa, mysteriously approached me and pointed behind the rice miller, Alun, saying, "Do you know why that guy's rushing back?" I said I didn't know.
"Going home to ride my mom!" Afa said mysteriously.
At first, I didn't understand what he meant, so I said, "Who rides a horse these days?" He said, "You misheard, he's going home to ride his mother." I immediately realized what he meant and quickly said, "Don't talk nonsense, that's not true." If it were true, wouldn't that be incest between mother and son? If it got out, it would cause a huge scandal. Afa started to get scared and quickly begged me to keep it a secret. But then he said it was absolutely true; Alan had told him himself because they were incredibly close. Afa said he couldn't help but tell, but only to me, and I had to swear not to tell anyone else. Of course, I agreed.
Afa, in high spirits, said he would take me to see Alan and his mother in person. Luckily, I wasn't busy that day, so we quickly hurried over. After walking for a while, we were not far from Alan when we saw him return to the small shop his mother ran. As soon as Afa went inside, his mother quickly came to greet him, and the two embraced affectionately before going into the inner room. The mother appeared to be in her early forties, plump and kind-faced, not at all like a promiscuous woman. However, her high breasts and slightly upturned buttocks suggested a strong sex drive. With Alan with her, it was inevitable that passion would ignite, and incest between mother and son would likely be a natural consequence. We didn't see anything more, only surmising that the mother and son were probably already in bed making love. Later, we went home.
Back home, I was deeply shaken. Alan's mother was a widow, and Alan was very filial to her. I couldn't believe they would commit such a shameful act. But then I thought, if Alan's father were still alive, incest would certainly be a disgrace to him. But now that his father was gone, their actions didn't actually harm anyone else. If both were willing and happy, why couldn't they?
Suddenly, I thought of myself. Wasn't my mother a widow like Alan's mother? Why couldn't we do the same thing? Besides, my mother looks younger and prettier than Alan's mother. I've heard that young and beautiful women have particularly strong sexual desires. Why didn't I notice this before? Actually, I've had feelings for my mother since I was 14, and I've always fantasized about having incestuous relations with her. It's just that I suppressed my sexual fantasies because of morality. Now I truly believe that we can have that kind of relationship, because my father is gone, and my mother doesn't want to remarry. Of course, I also know that my mother is a very traditional woman, and she probably wouldn't agree to this.
However, once my desire to have sex with my own mother was aroused, it was hard to quell. So I decided I should give it a try. The problem is, what method should I use? Fortunately, I quickly came up with a plan. I have a habit of writing a diary. My diary isn't kept very securely, and my mother can occasionally see it. I'll use some trickery in my diary.
So, that night, I wrote in my diary a story adapted from a street vendor's novel:
Today I secretly saw this story in a street vendor's novel that my colleague bought. It's about a scholar named Bai during the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty. Although he was very filial to his mother, he always felt that something was not enough. One day, he finally realized that his mother had been widowed for many years, spending her days alone in an empty room, wasting her youth in great pain. He felt that his filial piety towards his mother was not true, and that he needed to take deeper actions. Finally, one night, he went to his mother's bed... From then on, mother and son spent every night in passion, every day in blissful intimacy, filled with warmth and joy. Their true love moved Heaven, and Bai became the top scholar in the imperial examination. Faced with the emperor's bestowal of marriage, Bai politely declined, saying that he already had a wife at home. So he brought his mother to the capital, presenting her to the outside world as his wife. When mother and son met, the first thing they did was shut themselves away from guests and embrace each other for three days and three nights before getting out of bed. From then on, they made love every night without fail. Several years later, his colleagues, seeing that Bai's wife (actually his mother) could not conceive, advised him to take a concubine, but Bai firmly refused. It was not until his mother was over fifty years old that Bai finally took a concubine. Even so, Bai still seized every opportunity to rekindle his old flame with his mother, indulging in unrestrained pleasure, especially during the days when his concubine menstruated. Their warm and romantic lives composing a deeply moving love song between mother and son.
After reading this story, I felt deeply ashamed. While I am filial to my mother, I am a far cry from the true filial piety of Bai Zhuangyuan. Humans are not animals; simply having food and sleep is not enough. Moreover, even animals experience estrus and mating; how can humans be so devoid of passion? Now, my mother has been widowed for many years, spending each night alone in her empty room. I should be able to imagine her pain, yet I cannot deeply honor her, not even by sleeping with her for a night to alleviate her boredom. Am I still human, so selfish? Am I even comparable to those animals with their own passions?
I am 19 years old, already sexually mature. Seeing girls often evokes fantasies; I long to hold one in my arms and have sex with her freely. But I am not yet 24 or 25; how can I get married? I think about women's bodies day and night, feeling suffocated every day. I can only release my precious semen through masturbation, wasting it all, unable to give even a little to my mother who needs it most. On the surface, I'm doing this to uphold morality, but in reality, morality is harming two innocent bodies. It's time; I should bravely take the first step. But my mother is a traditional woman. Even in broad daylight, Aunt Li from the village entrance often wears floral shorts, walking in and out of the yard, revealing her full, snow-white thighs, making me steal glances at her every time. But my mother doesn't even show me her calves at home. Will she understand my filial piety and my predicament? I don't know. I'm in so much pain!!!
The diary is finished; how can I know if my mother has read it? This is naturally not difficult for me. Should I put a hair on this page? No. If my mother doesn't blow it away and lets it remain as it is, then all my efforts will have been in vain. I chose to clip a tiny bit of cotton thread to the very edge of the page, so that even the slightest breath from my mother would be enough to blow it away when she opened the page. Having finished my plan, I went to work the next day without worry.
When I got home from work in the afternoon, the first thing I did was check my diary. To my utter delight, the thin cotton thread was gone—truly gone! And when I entered the room, my mother gave me a sweet smile, something she had never done before. She had seen my diary, and she wasn't angry at all! I had succeeded!
But what I found regrettable was that my mother didn't show me any skin. Was it because she didn't want to, or was she embarrassed? I had to wait and see. Fortunately, before going to bed that night, a sign appeared. My mother went into her room first, then came out again and asked me if the door was locked. I looked and was shocked: my mother was wearing a pair of floral shorts that rural women often wore, pink with a few small white flowers scattered throughout. Above the shorts, at the opening of her bra, I could see my mother's slightly concave, delicate, and sexy navel, with a slightly protruding belly in the middle, and below, two snow-white, full thighs, emitting a soft and alluring white glow. My head went blank, and I almost fainted. I really wanted to rush over and hug my mother's legs, but my legs were too weak, let alone the courage.
For the next hour, I don't even know how I got through it; my mind was filled with those snow-white thighs. Later, I managed to calm down and decided to act that night.
I didn't sleep, because of course, I couldn't sleep. At midnight, I suddenly let out several terrifying screams: "Ah, ah, help!" My mother heard the noise and immediately rushed into my room, hugging me tightly and anxiously asking what was wrong. I gave her the answer I had prepared beforehand.
"I had a nightmare!" I said.
"Honey, tell Mom quickly, what did you dream about?"
"I dreamed that Dad was chasing and hitting me, he was so fierce. I was so scared."
"No way, you're a good child. Dad in heaven wouldn't not know. He's so grateful to you, how could he hit you?"
"Dad kept scolding me for being unfilial." After hearing this, I figured my mother understood my intention. So she said,
“Saying you’re unfilial is wrong. We have no worries about food or clothing, I’ve never suffered anything. You’re always obedient, I’ve never felt embarrassed. Could there be anything you haven’t done well enough? Surely not?”
You know, at this moment, my mother’s full thighs were completely intertwined with mine, her two high breasts completely enveloped my bare arm, and even through the thin layer of cloth, I could feel their softness. Her mouth was so close to mine, I could feel its warmth and fragrance. The urgency of my desire was indescribable. But I was still able to calmly continue:
“Dad scolded me for not advising you… advising you… leaving you alone in an empty house.”
“Don’t talk nonsense,” my mother seemed a little angry. "What are you trying to persuade me to do? Persuade me to remarry? I won't remarry not only for you, but also for the continuation of the Lin family line. That's what I'm more than willing to do."
She then spoke in a gentle tone, "Besides, who says I'll be alone in this house? Don't we have your precious son in this house? With you, I'm content! Content!"
I knew the time had come, so I boldly said, "Mom, from now on, I'll stay with you every night, okay?"
My mother became very emotional, and she kissed my cheek tenderly. "No, it's me who should stay with you, child! You've been alone since you were little without a father, how pitiful! If I don't stay with you, who will? From now on, we'll never be separated, okay?"
"Okay!"
"Then go to sleep. It's getting late." Mom said, turning to lie down on her side, hugging me tightly, and continuing to kiss my cheek. Soon, our lips were touching. The womanly fragrance from my mother's breath reached my nose, and I felt an indescribable excitement. I opened my mouth and kissed her back. Their tongues intertwined, and the blissful moment lasted at least ten minutes!
After a while, I became restless. My hands kept squeezing my mother's breasts, occasionally slipping down to her soft abdomen, almost touching her mons pubis. I became very agitated, in a state where I absolutely had to make love.
"Mom, I feel uncomfortable, I feel so uncomfortable! Mom, Mom, I can't take it anymore!"
"My dear son, Mom knows you feel uncomfortable, you're all grown up now."
My mother hugged me tightly and said tenderly, "Come on, it's time. My dear son, Mom will take you to a happy place." As she spoke, she took off her shorts and bra first, and instantly her two white, warm breasts burst forth. I immediately put my mouth on them, and she helped me take off my shirt and underwear. Now, mother and son were naked and pressed tightly together.
“Good boy, come on, ride on top of me. Ride on Mommy's back. Mommy will teach you.”
At this moment, I, who had been suffering from lust, suddenly cheered from the bottom of my heart: I could finally “go home and ride Mommy”! “Ride on top, yes, like this.”
Mom adjusted our position, letting my arms wrap around her neck, my chest against her breasts, and my lower body aligned with the juncture of her legs. When we were both comfortable, she reached out and grabbed my penis. Her hands were so plump and delicate, I simply cannot describe the pleasure I felt. But the more exciting part was yet to come.
“My dear son,” Mom said affectionately, “I can’t believe your little darling has grown up so much. Do you want a woman?”
“Yes!”
“Do you want Mom?
” “I want her to death!
” “What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know, I just want. I want a hole to go in.”
“My dear son, do you know? Mom has a hole down there, all wet. Mom will let your little darling in. Once it’s in, it’ll cool you down, and even the hardest thing will soften, then you won’t feel uncomfortable anymore.
Yes, right here. Let Mom help your little darling in. Come on. Right, press down a little, right. Okay, it’s in!”
As soon as Mom let go, my penis slid in all the way, because it was already wet inside, there was no resistance at all.
Thank you, dear and lovely mother, for letting her 19-year-old son penetrate her precious place and forbidden palace.
This penetration turned me from a virgin into a man. This penetration brought me back to the place that gave birth to me 19 years ago. This penetration connected a mother and son intimately together through the sex organs of a man and a woman. That one penetration made me, a young boy experiencing the pleasures of a woman for the first time, obsessed with my mother's honeyed cave, my longing never waning.
My penis was already inside my mother's cave, imagining what it felt like: hot, wet, and soft, sometimes contracting, sometimes tightening, sometimes slippery, an indescribable heavenly pleasure, pleasure, and more pleasure!! Is this what they call riding mom? If so, then there is absolutely nothing in the world more joyful than this.
My lust ran wild like a runaway horse: my hands caressed my mother's beautiful hair and fragrant neck, my tongue swirled in my mother's mouth, my belly rubbed against my mother's soft abdomen, my penis throbbed unrestrainedly in my mother's warm vulva, enjoying the immersion and rhythmic massage of my mother's honeyed cave... On one hand, I wished that the sex organs of mother and son would be forever joined together, but on the other hand, I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate. I started masturbating at the beginning of this year, and each ejaculation brought me pleasure. But now, I feel an overwhelming urge to ejaculate as soon as I start, as if only by releasing all my lust can I do so. I felt the intense excitement of my little male dog sniffing the vulva of a female dog in heat, and I began to moan softly in my mother's arms. Mom knew I was about to explode.
"Good boy, just let it out, let it all out without holding back, my son. Boys are quick the first time, you can't stop the fire if you don't finish quickly."
While Mom was speaking, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and our tongues intertwined again. I couldn't hold back any longer. After wave after wave of intense spasms, I finally ejaculated into the womb of my dear mother, the woman who had nurtured me—a paradise bestowed upon me by the Creator!
For me, a newcomer to intimacy, ejaculation was the most pleasurable experience in the world!
"Mom," I finally managed to speak a few minutes later. "Mom, you're right. I've softened up, and I've had my fill. Mom's hole really works; it really helps me quench my thirst."
"Yes, that's where a woman's value lies. No matter how hard a man's thing is, it'll soften after a while. If it doesn't soften, the man will feel suffocated. Don't you think so, baby?"
"That's right. When I think about women..."
"Which woman?"
"I think..., I think...mostly that Aunt Li."
"Pah, you old slut! Just because of those two fat, horny legs?"
"Yes and no. But ever since I saw your legs, Mom, I've only thought about you!" "
That's more like it. But I'm your mother. How can I say that?"
"Mom is convenient, she's right here, I can just reach out and grab her whenever I want. When I'm at work, do you know what I'm thinking about every day?
" "No. What am I thinking about?"
"Going home and riding Mom!"
"Mom is always thinking about you riding me too. You know, child? When your father was alive, Mom's hole was never empty for a single night. Now it's been three years, Mom is fine in every way, the hardest thing is missing a penis to insert. Now it's all right, child. Mom will let you ride me every night, Mom's hole will need you to insert it every night. Do you understand?" No matter what you do, nothing is as filial as inserting acupuncture into Mom! "I want to ride Mom for the rest of my life, I want to be filial to Mom for the rest of my life." "I dare not say for the rest of my life. You still need to get married and carry on the family line." "After you get married , you'll have to give your wife to Mom." As she was saying this, Mom suddenly cried out:
"Ah, I can't take it anymore. Now it's my turn to feel uncomfortable."
Mom suddenly sat up.
"Baby, lie flat, let Mom ride you." "After saying that, she rolled over and straddled me.
Mom spread her legs wide, letting her large vulva, wet with my semen, open as wide as possible, and then rubbed it against my limp penis. At first, she rubbed slowly and rhythmically. My penis was no longer erect, but I still felt some pleasure. Mom's breasts drooped down, just touching my mouth. I played with one nipple with one hand and sucked on the other, feeling incredibly comfortable and relaxed all over. Later, Mom's speed gradually increased, until finally it was faster and faster. At the same time, Mom made a sound I had never heard before, like the howl of a she-wolf during mating in legends. I later learned that this was the sound a woman makes during orgasm. But Mom's orgasm lasted longer and was more intense than I had imagined. I don't know how long it was before Mom slowed down and collapsed onto me. I was satisfied, and Mom was satisfied too. At this moment, both mother and son had reached a state of ease and joy. I..." They were too lazy to clean the semen from their genitals, letting it drip onto the large bath towel their mother had prepared beforehand. Then, mother and son, naked, embraced and drifted off to sleep in a whirlpool of happiness. When they woke up, it was already broad daylight. My penis was hard as iron again, and I wanted to have sex with my mother again, but she wouldn't allow it. She said I had ejaculated too much the first time, and wanting to do it again in less than six hours was bad for my health, so I had to wait until evening. Helpless, I had to give up.
But I couldn't work at all that morning; my penis was incredibly engorged, and all I could think about was having sex with my mother. During my lunch break, I ran home, my only thought being "going home to ride Mom." But when I got home, I was greatly disappointed. Mom wasn't there; there was a note on the table saying she had taken chicken to Grandma. I was to eat the old hen on the table by myself. I wanted to eat the chicken, but what mattered was releasing my pent-up desire. Right now, I didn't want anything else, just a little release. I just wanted a hole for myself to insert into. But Mom wasn't home, and I was getting really anxious.
Seeing the chicken on the table, I suddenly remembered: don't hens have holes too? Right, I had three or five hens at home, so I decided to do it. I found the prettiest golden hen, but when I touched her vulva, it was too small; only one finger could fit. Then I found the fattest one, a three-year-old hen that had laid eggs. When I touched it, the hole was huge; two fingers could fit in. Overjoyed, I immediately pulled down my pants and aimed my iron-hard penis at the hen's hindquarters.
But the hen's hindquarters were covered in feathers, and my penis hit the feathers as soon as I lifted it. Then, my finger accidentally touched the hen's back, and the hen raised her vulva high, opening her mouth wide like a carp's mouth, almost making a smacking sound. Overjoyed, I quickly put her on the table, making her the same height as my penis, and then I started scratching her hindquarters. I pressed my penis against the hen's vulva as the carp opened its mouth. The moment the glans touched her, it was immediately sucked in by a powerful force, almost drawing out my semen. I thought, "No, I need to insert quickly." So, the second time, I aimed and thrust in rapidly.
Ah, a hen's vagina is quite different from a woman's: the temperature is much higher, the entrance is much narrower, and most importantly, the suction of the hen's vulva is incredibly strong. As soon as my penis entered, it rhythmically and powerfully sucked, sucked, sucked. Each suck brought me to orgasm. Finally, in less than five minutes, I was completely drained. Of course, I felt incredibly refreshed afterward. I ate dinner and went to work.
When I returned home in the evening, I saw the door unlocked and knew my mother was home. I was so happy I almost shouted. My mother opened the door and had just bolted it when I eagerly hugged her, kissing her mouth frantically and trying to pull at her belt. My mother screamed, "Are you crazy?! What are you doing in broad daylight?!" "Mom, I can't take it anymore. Let me in! Quickly!" "Are you crazy! We're by the door!!" I was really crazy, I couldn't control myself. I ripped off my pants, then my mother's trousers, then her shorts, and pressed her down to the floor by the door.
My mother finally understood me, stopped screaming, and even spread her legs, allowing my penis to smoothly enter her womb. All of this happened less than 30 seconds after the door was locked. I went in, and two minutes later, I gradually came back to my senses from my frenzy.
"I'm sorry, Mom."
"Poor child, are you feeling better? Okay, carry Mom to the bed. Let's have some fun." "I quickly carried Mom into the inner room, put her on the bed, stripped her top off, and began sucking her breasts hard while launching a fierce attack from below. Since the hen had drained my semen at noon, I wouldn't ejaculate as quickly now. After more than a hundred thrusts, Mom reached her climax, and she started howling. Her cries stimulated my lust, and finally, I ejaculated at the same time as Mom.
A perfect, coordinated sexual encounter!
Mom said, 'I blame myself for not letting you play this morning. Did it make you suffer, child?' 'It really was tough, more intense than ever before.' 'I'm sorry, sweetheart, Mom won't do that again. Boys do experience that the first time; I should have expected it.'" "After dinner, the mother and son sat together watching TV. Our TV was black and white; Grandpa had someone bring it to us from Hong Kong last year—the first one in the whole village, I'd say. Even with the antenna high up, the picture was still very blurry. Coincidentally, it was showing a mother and son—a completely serious drama, of course—but the mother on screen was plump and fair-skinned, which deeply attracted me. My hands roamed over my mother's thighs, breasts, lower abdomen, and full buttocks, caressing her to my heart's content. As for what was being shown on the screen, I wasn't interested at all. Later, the mother and son simply took off all their clothes. I hugged my mother from behind, pressing her plump, fleshy buttocks tightly against my chest. Then, my penis naturally entered my mother's honey hole. The occasional swaying of my mother's buttocks brought me immense pleasure, but we chose to remain still to avoid me ejaculating. Around ten o'clock..." After watching TV, we both went to bed.
This time, we agreed not to rush into intercourse. Mom wanted me to admire her body first. I laid Mom flat on the bed and first admired her full, white body: her beautiful, high breasts, her slightly protruding belly, her pubic hair, her snow-white, fleshy legs… Then, I started playing with Mom: starting with her head, I had her close her eyes and kissed her eyes, then her nose, and then her ears. Mom said that kissing her ears felt the best, and she wanted me to kiss them for about ten minutes, followed by her mouth. Mom wouldn't open her mouth, so I had to hold her upturned lower lip in my mouth, which tasted quite good. After that, I kissed her from her neck to her breasts to her belly to her navel. Soon below her navel was her mons pubis. Mom's mons pubis was white and plump like a freshly steamed bun. When I was kissing her particularly enthusiastically, my mother suddenly shouted, "No, you'll kill me like this! Get on top of me!" "I immediately mounted Mom.
" "Quick, put it in!" Mom started trembling with excitement.
I obeyed my mother's orders and thrust in hard. This time, it was alright; after a few seconds, Mom stopped trembling. So we began a slow, deliberate process. A full half hour passed before we decided to speed things up. I started thrusting, and the inner walls of Mom's vagina began to contract. After a while, I stopped thrusting, but the contractions of Mom's vaginal walls tightened in waves, as if squeezing out my semen. But you know, by this time I didn't have much semen left, but my penis was also throbbing in Mom's vagina at the same time. Finally, amidst Mom's wolf-like howl, mother and son perfectly concluded their mating symphony for the day! I never imagined that my 60-year-old, seductive grandmother would become a carnal sacrifice in my bed.
Here's what happened:
For the next seven or eight days, we slept naked together every night. As soon as we got into bed, the first thing we did was undress each other. Mom said that every time she helped me take off my underwear, when my hard penis jiggled out, it was the most exciting moment of her life. I said that every time I helped my mother take off her underwear, the sight of those two mounds of white flesh bursting forth and trembling was the most ecstatic moment of my life. Three times a day, our genitals were tightly intertwined.
Three ejaculations a day weren't a big deal for a 19-year-old boy, as I had previously masturbated three times a day. My mother was only 41, in the prime of her life. The complementary union of these two mismatched individuals was practically a match made in heaven.
Just as we were joyfully enjoying this boundless passion, my mother's period started. This meant I had to temporarily stop penetrating her. We took a day off, but still slept in the same bed, only embracing without intercourse. However, by the next day, I couldn't control myself.
With no opening to penetrate, I could only sigh. Later, we came up with a solution: my mother lay face down, and I lay behind her, my penis thrusting in and out of her soft buttocks. When I inserted it all the way in, the glans of my penis was perfectly clamped between my mother's fleshy legs, giving me the sensation of hitting the very core of her flower—so satisfying!
As I excitedly thrust in and out, my mother suddenly struggled, arching her buttocks and shouting, "Quick! Put it in!" Seeing my confusion, she cried out again, "Hurry! Put it in!" I had no choice but to obey, which finally calmed her down.
Thinking of the engorged look in her vagina, I asked with a pang of guilt, "Didn't you say you wouldn't let me?" "Who can stand this?!" This was the first time I'd ever penetrated from behind, and unexpectedly, the collision of my mother's plump buttocks aroused me more intensely than ever before. But reason told me not to act rashly, because my mother was menstruating. I silently savored this unparalleled pleasure. Fifteen minutes later, my penis, like a male dog in the middle of mating, very slowly ejaculated inside my mother's vagina, until finally, after a long while, the last drop was expelled, and the two of us collapsed together again.
The next morning, I wanted to try the same trick again, but Mom firmly refused. Of course, she already had a plan.
"This won't do. Mom will make you get an infection. Here's what we'll do," Mom said in a conciliatory tone, "you're in a bad mood right now, it won't be over for two or three months.
Since you're always thinking about having sex, there's a ready-made one available..."
"Who? Mom, tell me quickly."
"Your maternal grandmother."
"Grandma? Will she want it? How old is she? Is she capable?"
"Your maternal grandmother gave birth to me when she was 19, she's 60 this year. She doesn't look old at all. Your maternal grandfather passed away when he was 45. Later I heard that she and your second uncle... let's not talk about such shameful things. I think she still wants it."
"Grandma loved me very much when I was little, she will save me now. Mom, please, invite her over today."
"Look at you, you little lecher, be careful not to make Grandma suffer." "
During my work hours, all I could think about was my grandmother. When I was little, she often held me as I slept. She loved playing with my little brother, and once she even said she'd do it with me when I grew up, but I didn't understand then. My strongest impression of her was her bright red, luscious, full, and passionate lips, which stood out against her pale face. I thought I had to kiss her deeply this time.
Secondly, I thought about her breasts. When I was ten, I often buried my face in her breasts, my cheeks pressed against her fleshy cheeks, inhaling her alluring scent. This time..." What I wanted was to hold those two purple grapes in my mouth for a long time.
Next was Grandma's buttocks. They were much larger, wider, and fuller than most women's. This time, I wanted to hold them, to let their two plump mounds grip my penis and make me ecstatic.
I went home at noon, and Mom was cooking. I thought Grandma hadn't been invited. Luckily, Mom said Grandma had already arrived and was getting dressed in her room upstairs after taking a shower.
I happily rushed upstairs!
Grandma was admiring her figure in the mirror. As soon as she saw me, she exclaimed with joy. We, grandmother and granddaughter, hugged tightly... We huddled together. I lowered my head and quickly took my grandmother's fleshy, bright red lower lip into my mouth. Then, she opened her mouth, and I took her tongue in mine. We kissed deeply for a full ten minutes, until she was almost limp, before I laid her down on the bed.
My grandmother was wearing loose-fitting blue and white floral underwear, which made her legs look even whiter and more delicate. Her short, floral-patterned blouse tightly hugged her large breasts. I quickly unbuttoned it, and her breasts burst out with a splash. I frantically cupped them, kneading, rubbing, and kissing them, wanting to swallow those two purple grapes whole. But
soon, something else about Grandma caught my attention: her belly button. Strangely, Grandma's belly button was unusually deep; when I probed it with my index finger, it was halfway in. A sudden thought struck me: I'd try inserting my penis.
I pulled down my shorts, straddled Grandma's body, and started thrusting into her belly button. Because Grandma was facing upwards, I felt like I wasn't getting deep enough. Later, I turned Grandma's body to one side, and now my penis was deeply embedded in Grandma's soft abdomen and belly button. I thrust and thrust, until Grandma giggled.
"What are you trying to do, you little rascal?" Grandma asked, pinching my buttocks.
"I'm going to make a hole from here, I'm going to insert it into Grandma's body from here."
"Easier said than done. Grandma's belly is soft, but no man has ever been able to penetrate it. Try it and see who goes soft first." "
I kept thrusting, and Grandma's soft hands kept stroking my body, as if encouraging me. But how could I possibly penetrate Grandma's incredibly elastic belly? On the contrary, I felt like I was about to ejaculate.
"What kind of tricks are you two playing?" Mom came in, wanting to send us down to eat, but was stunned by what she saw. "It doesn't seem right."
I took the opportunity to quickly stop, otherwise I would ejaculate too quickly and then it would be too late.
At the dinner table, Grandma looked at Mom and me and laughed, then asked Mom, "How many times a day?" Mom said two or three times. Grandma said that the number of times wasn't the main thing, the most important thing was that every time they did it, the man had to be naturally hard. That is to say, as long as the man naturally wanted it and his penis was naturally erect, then the intercourse wouldn't be harmful. She said that Grandpa passed away early at 45 because he tried to get hard when his penis was flaccid, which would have caused a lot of damage. She told my mom to keep an eye on me and not let me overdo it.
"I'm still in the heat of the moment, I can't stop even if I want to." "Boys this age are already so capable, it seems like it won't be long before he's fully developed." Grandma chimed in, "That's right. I... oh... I'd better not say."
I knew she almost let slip about her incestuous relationship with my second uncle. But what I wanted at that moment was Grandma's cunt.
"Grandma, let's go upstairs," I pleaded.
Mom said, "You can't hide earthworms in a chicken coop, so let's go, Mom. Treat our darling well." She added, "Mom, the sesame oil is on the bedside table."
Once upstairs, Grandma helped me take off my clothes, and I helped Grandma take hers off too. Then, Grandma willingly lay down on the bed, spreading her legs wide, exposing her old cunt completely.
Ah, Grandma's vulva is different from Mom's. Mom's vulva has a lot of hair above it, while Grandma's is much sparser. Because of this, Grandma's vulva looks more fleshy and cute. I cupped Grandma's lips and kissed them lewdly for a long time before I started to penetrate her. But Grandma's vagina was a bit dry, and after a while, only the head of my penis went in. Grandma sighed and said,
"I'm really getting old. I can't get wet anymore. I wanted to try without oil, but it seems that won't work."
Grandma pointed to the sesame oil on the bedside table and asked me to lubricate her vulva. I took a pillow to raise her buttocks, then applied the sesame oil to Grandma's vulva and inserted it a little. Grandma said it felt so good and asked me to insert it a few more times. I was happy to do so and kept inserting until Grandma wanted it.
I pounced on Grandma and thrust my lower body into Grandma's vagina. With a "plop," it went in! The feeling was no different from inserting into Mom's wet vagina.
Grandma's raised vulva made it easier for me to penetrate fully. After a few thrusts, I asked,
"Do you feel anything, Grandma?"
"Yes," Grandma said. I thrust for a long time, my excitement rising in waves. Grandma was very moved and said,
"My darling grandson, Grandma is going to make you feel good." As she spoke, the inner walls of her vagina began to contract rhythmically. I felt so good and said, "Grandma, you're really good at this." Grandma didn't say anything, but continued to contract and relax... Later, the contractions and relaxations of Grandma's vagina became faster and faster, until finally, my lust reached its peak, and finally, ah, a stream of semen shot straight into Grandma's vagina! The grandmother and grandson hugged each other tightly in happiness, unwilling to let go for a long time.
After resting for half an hour, I had to go to work. Before leaving, Mom asked me if it went smoothly, and I said it went very smoothly. She asked me if there was any difference, and I said each had its own merits. She also asked if I used oil, and I said I was using it temporarily. Mom smiled and said, "Let's see if it works out without it in the end." I hugged my mom, touching her breasts and kissing her, before happily going to work.
That evening, the two of us, grandmother and grandson, naturally engaged in some more sensual acts. However, at my maternal grandmother's invitation, my
mother came over to massage my back and pinch my buttocks, greatly increasing my ejaculation pleasure. The next day at noon, when I returned from work, my maternal grandmother was taking a bath. Hearing me enter, she immediately called me in, saying she wanted me to scrub her back. Of course, I was more than happy to oblige, and quickly stripped naked and went in.
My maternal grandmother, naked, sat in the large wooden tub, looking like a white mountain of flesh. I rushed in, only hastily scrubbing her back a few times before restlessly pinching her breasts and nipples. Then I washed myself, lathered myself with soap, and the two of us, slippery and wet, clung to each other—it was incredibly stimulating! I tried several times to penetrate my maternal grandmother's vagina, but unfortunately, it wasn't convenient to do so in the bathroom. Suddenly, I noticed that from behind, my grandmother's plump arms created a slit in her armpit, and the protruding shape resembled a young girl's hairless, tender vulva. Turning her body around, the vulva appeared even more full. I immediately had my grandmother lie face down towards me and penetrated her armpits from the front. Those armpits were already full and delicate, and with the added lubrication of the soapy water, it felt exactly like penetrating her vagina. My grandmother was very cooperative, immediately cooperating with me, squeezing and clenching. After a dozen or so thrusts, I reached my climax and immediately stopped. I wanted to actually penetrate her vagina.
I asked my grandmother to stick her buttocks up, and she cooperated, immediately supporting herself with both hands on the edge of the wooden basin, sticking her plump buttocks up high. My grandmother's buttocks were particularly large and fleshy; I held them and began to penetrate. Strangely, my grandmother's vagina seemed very tight at that moment. After a few thrusts, only the head of my penis entered. With another push, the outer edge of her vagina rubbed against my foreskin, making me feel so good I almost ejaculated. Luckily, I pulled out quickly. I inserted it again, and the same thing happened, but this time it went in a little further. This went on for five times before my penis was fully inside, but I was already so aroused I was about to ejaculate.
"Grandma, your door is so tight, just like a virgin's," I said.
"Have you ever been with a virgin?"
"Not yet. But I guess a virgin's vagina is probably like this?"
"Poor child, you've never been with a virgin, but it's okay, you will be." Grandma laughed as she spoke. "What you just inserted wasn't Grandma's vagina, it was her asshole!"
"Ah, so I went through the back door. The back door tastes even better, Grandma should let me in more often!"
Pressing against Grandma's fleshy buttocks, I even freed my hand to touch Grandma's breasts; they were so soft and yielding, they felt like they were about to spill out. Perhaps stimulated by touching her breasts, Grandma's anus began to contract rhythmically, wave after wave. Finally, when I tentatively inserted one finger into Grandma's deep navel, my overwhelming lust erupted uncontrollably, and a stream of semen shot into the lovely anus of my 60-year-old grandmother.
Mom watched our posture from the open bathroom door and couldn't help but laugh. Later, she even asked us if we got the inspiration from mating dogs.
Grandma and I played like this for five days in a row. On the sixth day, Grandma said, "Let's try without sesame oil." I felt that Grandma's vagina had started to secrete fluid. We did it one last time without oil. Because Grandma had less fluid, her vagina was tight, and the pleasure was very special. We lingered for a long time, reluctant to separate. Grandma and I were both very happy, and Mom said it was a miracle created by love. But Grandma said that Mom's period had ended and that I should take care of Mom. We even made a promise that next time Mom had her period, the two of us would have a fierce battle.
Finally, Grandma, her body moistened by her grandson's semen, temporarily returned, awaiting the next call.
My dear mother and I, on the other hand, resumed our usual frenzy.
Chapter Six: Swapping Mothers for Pleasure and a Change of Taste .
I'd heard stories of wife-swapping, but never of mother-swapping for pleasure.
However, a chance event gave Alan and me the opportunity to mutually defile each other's mothers.
One morning, shortly after starting work, a villager named Agui came to mill rice. This Agui was the second son of Aunt Li, whom I mentioned earlier. He was 20 years old, with a pointed face and monkey-like features, completely unlike his mother, but resembling his father. The villagers generally called him Agui, or simply Black Ghost.
While Alan was milling rice for him, Black Ghost, bored, sat on a wooden bench in the mill, staring blankly outside. Suddenly, Agui's eyes lit up; he saw two dogs attempting to mate. Strangely, the female dog was a large dog, while the male dog was a newly matured puppy, seemingly the female dog's son. The puppy first sniffed the female dog's vulva, then climbed onto her back, revealing its barely inch-long penis, and tried to thrust it into her vulva. The female dog resisted, tilting her body to the side, causing the puppy to miss. The puppy refused to give up and persisted. The female dog licked the puppy's penis with her tongue but still refused its mounting. Ah Gui saw this just as they were getting into a heated argument.
Ah Gui immediately became excited and shouted, "Everyone come and see! Dogs are having sex!"
In our village, when people heard someone shout "dogs are having sex," the men would rush to see, and Ah Lun and I were no exception. Seeing us come out, Ah Gui actually shouted to the male dogs, "Ah Lun, are you going to have sex with Mom?! Haha, Ah Lun is going to have sex with Mom!"
It turned out that there were rumors in the village that Ah Lun had sex with his mother, but Ah Lun and his mother were decent people, so everyone only talked about it secretly behind their backs. Of course, Ah Gui couldn't help but gossip about others behind their backs, but unexpectedly, he blurted it out that day. This outburst startled Ah Lun, Ah Fa, and me. Ah Lun clearly heard that he was talking about him and was furious, but being an only son, he didn't dare to do anything. I was enraged. I walked up to Ah Gui and slapped him across the face. You know, my family was considered overseas Chinese, and overseas Chinese were considered wealthy back then. The villagers were too poor and usually had to give us some leeway. So, Ah Gui didn't dare fight back, only saying pitifully, "You...you...why did you hit me!"
"I didn't hit anyone! I hit an incestuous dog," I said. Then I turned to Ah Lun and said, "Ah Lun, don't be angry. Even if you rolled around on the ground three times, you'd still be a thousand times cleaner than some people!"
"Listen up, everyone: Everyone knows whose mother wears floral shorts and shows off her white legs all day, and whose mother is always fully clothed. Everyone in the village knows whose family has three men colliding with one old man. Do I even need to mention whose two male dogs, in their quest to monopolize the female, forced the old dog to scavenge for scraps in the city? That guy even dared to go out and slander innocent people. I said I'd beaten the incestuous dog, and it really dirtied my hands; I really feel bad for the dogs!" I was talking about Ah Gui, of course. Ah Gui's shameful deeds were common knowledge, so he didn't dare argue and could only slink away, carrying the unfinished rice.
This made Alan very grateful. The next day, he and his mother brought some roasted peanuts they had grown themselves to my house as a so-called thank you.
However, during the thank-you, Alan's eyes never left my mother's face. It turned out that Alan's mother was about the same size as my mother, but her face was quite different. You see, my mother was a "foreigner's wife," and at that time, "foreigners" (referring to overseas Chinese from Southeast Asia) in our area were considered wealthy, so naturally they would try to find wives they considered the most beautiful. I looked at her at home and, of course, didn't feel much, but Alan was different. When I looked at Alan's mother, I was mainly attracted to her large breasts and wide hips. I guessed that this working-class woman must possess an unusual power. I suddenly had a desire to rape her. A
few days later, one afternoon, Alan looked around to make sure no one was watching, and suddenly said to me,
"Ah Hong, Ah Hong," he called my name, "Hit me, hit me hard!" "What nonsense, why would I hit you for no reason?" "Hit me first, and I'll tell you afterwards." He made me both laugh and cry, so I punched him lightly, but Alan still wasn't satisfied. At that moment, I suddenly remembered that he had been staring at my mother with a lecherous look that day; he must have been eyeing her. I got really angry, and finally, I punched him hard. To my surprise, Alan jumped up excitedly.
"What is it?"
"Well, I visited your house the other day. My mother saw how handsome you are and suddenly really wanted to... to have sex with you..." "You son of a bitch!" I was initially bewildered, then suddenly realized—Alan was using my mother as bait to lure her in! But I still righteously retorted, "You're not satisfied with just raping my mother, you have to invite others in too! Are you human or an animal?" "If you don't want to, fine, but don't be so fierce." Seeing Alan's pitiful appearance, I felt a pang of sympathy. Besides, wasn't I also thinking about Alan's mother's body? So I said,
"What are the conditions?"
"I dare not mention conditions."
"Then you're just doing this for nothing?"
"Ah, no, no. But, but, if we could exchange..." "Damn it, who are you trying to fool! But, you're lucky, you can consider it. Go home separately and ask. If my mother gets angry, I'll twist your head off." Hearing this, Alan was so happy that he hurried home to "ask for permission." Of
course, I was also working on my mother's side. Unexpectedly, all four sides had the same desire. In my mother's words, it's pitiful for a boy to always be in the same hole. If I wanted to try a different one, she wouldn't mind. She was a little afraid that I would become infatuated with Alan's mother, but she was confident that "I won't lose to that village woman." No sooner
said than done, this mother-swapping and wife-swapping deal was set for the next night.
The next day at work, thinking about being able to taste different women that night, I felt a surge of lust. My mind was filled with thoughts of having sex with Alan's mother. I imagined her figure after she took off her clothes, and what she might do in bed. As soon as it was time to leave work, Alan and I rushed home.
After dinner, the two mother-son pairs arrived at my house as planned.
Alan's mother was wearing a sleeveless, front-buttoned blouse today, her large breasts almost bursting open, and her cleavage was clearly visible between the buttons. Her arms were particularly alluring, especially her upper arms, which were not only full but also fair and delicate. Her armpits were especially cute; with her upper arms slightly raised, you could see the dark hair inside. I thought, a woman like that must have a very strong sex drive. And ever since I had sex with my grandmother's armpits, I've been particularly fascinated by women's armpits; I wanted to penetrate them tonight.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, we quickly got down to business. Alan went into my mother's room, and her mother went into mine; the two mother-son pairs each entered their own dens of flesh and blood.
[The End]

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