(Urban Life) Once upon a time, the west wind stirred the evening tide.

Part 1.

My parents both worked in the mines. The mining area was huge, and the ordinary workers all lived in the dormitory area, like a small town. When I was in junior high school, I was already quite unruly. I smoked, drank, skipped classes to hang out in arcades, and even robbed female classmates after school… I was basically called in by the teachers every month. In my mother's words, "If you keep going like this, you'll become a hooligan sooner or later."

In my third year of junior high, I finally dropped out of school as I wished. From the day I dropped out, I was like a horse without a bridle, running wild outside every day, sometimes not coming home for a whole week. I met Qingsheng when I was messing around in society.

He was in his early twenties then, taking over his father's job at the coal washing plant after his father died in a work accident. After working there for a few days, he was diagnosed with an illness, I think it was hepatitis or something, so he stayed home every day as a sick patient. His mother's surname was Tang, and she seemed to be in charge of distributing work safety supplies to the workers. I always heard a bunch of workers winking and calling her "Tang Labor Safety." At that time, I didn't know the word "brothel madam."

The first time I went to Qingsheng's house was to get a martial arts novel. His mother opened the door, her hair adorned with a bunch of perm clips.

We grabbed the books and left without lingering. On the way back, Tian Li, who had come with me, said, "Did you see that? Qing Sheng's mother wasn't wearing a bra..." I didn't say anything, but I regretted it for a long time. Why hadn't I noticed? On the way home, Tian Li told me a lot about Qing Sheng's mother's scandalous affairs. When we got home, I realized my underwear was wet.

Later, when I ran into Qing Sheng's mother in the yard, I started paying attention to her. She was a typical working woman, straightforward, and liked to joke with people, especially young men. She didn't dress up much, but she was always neatly dressed. Her breasts were indeed large. In Tian Li's words, she was talkative.

One day, I went to the workers' activity center to steal something. I thought the trophy the mine's basketball team had won was gold-plated and worth some money. During the day, I deliberately broke the latches on a window, and at around 1 a.m., I climbed in through the window, intending to break into the display room. I could hear noises coming from the projection room next door. Thinking some young workers were secretly watching porn again, I peeked through the window in the door. It was dark inside, no one was watching videos, but I could vaguely make out figures. After a while, I could see clearly. There were two people at the back of the projection room. A woman, her skirt rolled up to her waist, was leaning against a ping-pong table, her buttocks sticking out. A man stood behind her, and they seemed to be talking, but their voices were too soft to hear. At that moment, all the blood rushed to my head, and my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. Dazed, I walked back, hesitating for a long time at the window, wondering whether I should go back—to see if I recognized those two people. Perhaps I was too excited; when I jumped out the window, I accidentally kicked over a flowerpot on the windowsill. Forgetting about getting on my bicycle, I frantically scrambled into the bushes by the roadside. I hid for about ten minutes, and there was no movement. Just as I was wondering whether to go out, I saw Qingsheng's mother come out of the activity center, casually look around, and walk towards home. I got goosebumps all over, both excited and scared, and my whole body was trembling. The man didn't come out, and I was so afraid of bumping into him that I didn't dare get my car and ran straight home. That night I masturbated four times. Strangely, I couldn't see clearly at the entrance of the screening room, but the images in my mind while masturbating were unusually clear, and from several different angles, like a movie montage. Qing Sheng's mother's top was open, her bra was unhooked but not removed, just hanging in front of her chest. A floral skirt was rolled up to her waist, and her underwear was pulled down to her ankles. The man behind her stood in the darkness, one hand pressing on her high, white buttocks, the other hand reaching to her chest and kneading her breasts hard, his lower body thrusting forward repeatedly. Qing Sheng's mother tilted her head back, her neck taut, her eyes closed, biting her lip, hot breath coming out of her nostrils, like a restless white horse. Later, I actually got involved with Qingsheng's mom, and she helped me recreate the image in my mind, and it was exactly the same. The only difference was that her plump, fleshy figure was something I could never imagine when masturbating.

After that incident at the activity center, whenever I was with Tian Li and the others, I would deliberately steer the conversation towards Qingsheng's mom, hoping to find out more. At first, they were enthusiastic and chatted away, telling all sorts of hearsay, like Qingsheng's mom with the cripple in the warehouse, or with the deputy secretary's son... After a few times, they got tired of talking about the same things. Only I listened with great interest; in fact, Qingsheng's mom became my constant masturbation object. Later, I asked Qingsheng's mom if these rumors were true. She pushed me off her and angrily said, "You bunch of brats, why are you gossiping like old women? It's all true! I like being slept with, are you satisfied now?" After saying that, she turned around and gave me a smooth, thick back. Every time Qingsheng's mom got impatient, she'd use this trick, letting me poke and poke her ass from behind with my burning-hot cock. After a while, she'd chuckle and say, "See if you keep spouting nonsense like that." Then she'd thrust her butt back, spread her legs, and say, "Stop knocking, come in."

For a while, I thought about how to get with Qingsheng's mom every night. The only way seemed to be to blackmail her with the incident at the activity center, but I didn't have the guts, and I didn't have any evidence. I regretted not breaking down the door and catching her in the act; that would have been having leverage, better than just fantasizing all the time. Later, I decided to spend more time with Qingsheng, going to his house more often. Even if I didn't get any opportunities, at least I could see Qingsheng's mom more often, accumulating more material for my masturbation.

Qingsheng was five or six years older than me and wasn't initially interested in hanging out with me. But ever since he borrowed a Famicom from a friend, he started frequently inviting me to his house. I spend three or four days a week in the arcade, more than enough time to tutor him, especially since the games on the arcade are much easier. Qingsheng is carefree and irresponsible outside, but at home he's arrogant and domineering. Whenever his mother scolds him, he yells back. His mother scolds him, but she can't really do anything about it. Once, he was so engrossed in playing games with me that he left a basin of clothes by the bathroom door. His mother came out and immediately knocked it over, launching into a tirade. I said, "Why don't you go help clean it up?" Qingsheng grinned and said, "It's okay, let her yell." I felt a little embarrassed, so I made an excuse to go home. As I left, I saw Qingsheng's mother squatting on the floor cleaning up. Peeking through her neckline, I could see her white breasts clearly. I really wanted to go up and give them a good squeeze. I said goodbye, Auntie, and ran away with my hard penis. That night, I masturbated several times.

Every time I went to Qingsheng's house, I tried my best to act obedient and well-behaved in front of his mother. I don't know why I was doing this; maybe I wanted to win over Qingsheng's mom, or lower her guard. But I always felt that Qingsheng's mom was fully aware of my dirty intentions. Because every time she greeted me, she would nod seriously with her thick lips pursed. Even if she was just joking around with other young people without restraint, she would immediately become serious and unsmiling when she saw me. It felt strange, as if I was the one messing with her at the activity center. Tian Li told me that Qingsheng's mom didn't have a good impression of me. I think so too; every mother feels that her child has gone astray because of hanging out with other people.

My memory of seeing Qingsheng's mom naked up close for the first time differs greatly from her description. I remember it happened in the summer. I was reading a pornographic book in Qingsheng's room, and he was asleep in bed. There was a knock at the door; his mom was coming home from work. I read for a while, then opened the door to go home. I saw Qingsheng's mom in the living room.

Because of the heat, she was shirtless, wearing only a pair of briefs, probably not expecting anyone to be home. We were both stunned. I stared at Qingsheng's mother's plump, white, and smooth flesh, feeling my mouth dry and my head spinning. Qingsheng's mother was startled at first, frantically raising her arm to cover herself, but quickly calmed down and turned to walk into her room as if no one was there. She accidentally kicked a chair as she entered. I looked at the large patches of white flesh peeking out from the edge of her tight panties and swallowed hard. The next day, I asked Qingsheng, "You didn't say goodbye to your mother when you left yesterday. Did she say anything to me?" Qingsheng said, "No, she did ask how old you were and if you were working.

" But Qingsheng's mother said that the whole thing was completely fabricated. She said if it were true, she would have kicked my balls to pieces. Her description was like this: One time, it was very late, and Tianli and I were playing cards at Qingsheng's house.

Qingsheng's mother was tidying up her wardrobe in her room and found an old wool sweater, so she decided to try it on.

Given her size at the time, it was difficult for her to fit into the clothes anymore, so she eventually took off her bra and planned to just put it on directly. At that moment, she saw me peering through the curtains at the window in the mirror. I said, "Wait a minute, how can you tell it's me from just a curtain gap? If it were Tian Li, it could be Qing Sheng." "I recognize your eyes, like a little drill," Qing Sheng's mother replied.

Part Two:

Most of my bad habits came from Tian Li. He was my brother's classmate and used to come to my house often to borrow his homework. We gradually became familiar. After my brother went to high school in the city, he often came to visit me. Tian Li's father was the director of an office at the mine, and his reputation wasn't good. But that didn't stop Tian Li from considering himself a cadre's son. I heard from my parents that the Tian family's son, despite his young age, had done a lot of petty theft. They forbade me from hanging out with Tian Li.

But at that time, I just felt comfortable with Tian Li.

My first time visiting a prostitute was with Tian Li. Back then, there was no highway to the mine; only a national highway nearby.

Trucks traveled back and forth through the region. Along the highway was a row of restaurants, which also offered lodging. The place had no name; locals called it "Twelve Kilometers." Many truck drivers stopped there for meals and lodging. Once, Tian Li said he'd treat me to dinner. We took the factory shuttle to "Twelve Kilometers." When we got off, I overheard the driver telling someone next to him, "They look like two little rascals."

Tian Li took me to a small, unnamed restaurant. The proprietress asked him if he wanted a private room and a waiter. Tian Li said, "Of course, get one for my brother too." A short while later, two women around thirty years old entered. They weren't pretty, but their legs, clad in stockings, looked smooth and alluring. They started by serving dishes, then began urging us to drink. One of the women, wearing purple eyeshadow, forced me to drink a glass of wine. As I burped, I noticed another woman was sitting on Tian Li's lap, his face buried in her open neckline, licking and sucking. "Purple Eyes" kept giving me flirtatious glances. I mustered my courage and reached out to touch her thigh.

She immediately grabbed my hand and shoved it into her crotch, saying in a cloying voice, "Come on, relieve my itch." A while later, Tian Li dragged the other woman out. As he left, I saw his penis sticking out of his pants. As soon as they were gone, "Purple Eyes" quickly took off her outer garment. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her panties were bright red, a blinding red. She pulled her panties to the side, revealing her hairy crotch, the red and black area looking wicked and menacing. I'll never forget her eyes then—provocation, blatant provocation. Perhaps because of nervousness, this first sexual experience didn't feel comfortable or pleasurable. I felt like I was sitting on a snarling spider, its long, thin legs everywhere I looked. "Purple Eyes'" moans were distinctive, like phlegm stuck in her throat, a "hoarse" sound she couldn't cough up. Oh, that was my first and last time engaging in prostitution without a condom.

After that, my conversations with Tian Li about women went much deeper. He wasn't much older than me, but he'd already slept with quite a few women: a doctor at the mine clinic, a saleswoman at the second department store, and several women whose connections he'd gotten through through his father… After I got together with Qing Sheng's mother, Tian Li even introduced me to a dispatcher from the transportation team. I remember our first time was in the bucket of a bulldozer—I guess that counts as car sex, but that's another story.

Once, when we went swimming, some of them mocked my small penis while I was changing, saying that if I were to have sex with Qing Sheng's mother, it would be like a shrimp swimming in Taihu Lake. Hearing that, my penis immediately became rock hard. I cursed them as I quickly put on my clothes, afraid they'd see. They thought I was embarrassed, so they laughed. Tian Li laughed for a while and said, "Playing with Qing Sheng's mom doesn't require a thick penis, it just needs to be long." Those guys immediately started teasing Tian Li, "How do you know? Have you already secretly slept with Qing Sheng's mom?" Tian Li didn't answer, no matter how much they asked, he just smiled mysteriously. The final conclusion was that he was bragging. On the way back, it was just Tian Li and me. I pretended to casually mention, "Is that true?" Tian Li glanced at me, "What is it?" I pretended to be very curious, "About Qing Sheng's mom." Tian Li smiled and took out a cigarette, handing it to me, "You don't believe me?" My hand trembled as I lit the cigarette for him, "How did it happen?" Tian Li exhaled a puff of smoke and said leisurely, "Just like that." I took a big drag, coughing violently as I asked him, "How was it? What did it feel like?" Tian Li closed his eyes, savoring the memory, "It was fucking awesome."

After my persistent nagging, Tian Li finally told me the whole story of him and Qing Sheng's mom.

"You know I've been with a few women, but I've never met anyone like Qingsheng's mom before. How to put it?

She's like a big, fluffy, soft meat bun, making me always want to take a bite. Once, it was just a coincidence. I went to see my dad, and his colleague said he'd gone to the union. So I went to the union office. It was lunch break. The union office door was locked, and no one answered when I knocked. I needed to pee, so I went to the toilet. When I came back, I ran into Qingsheng's mom coming out of the union office. Her face turned red when she saw me. I immediately felt something was wrong. I asked her if she'd seen my dad, and she said no, then hurriedly left. I went back to the union office, and..." There was a clerk surnamed He there. When he saw me, his expression changed. He said my dad had left a long time ago, and then asked if I had just been here.

I said yes. He said he had just gone to collect his work supplies. It was obviously a lie. Then he asked if I liked movies, gave me two movie tickets and a few magazines, and told me to contact him if I wanted to see a movie in the future. I ignored him and left. A few days later, I started following Qingsheng's mom. I discovered she was indeed having an affair with the guy surnamed He. They were usually in the union office, and sometimes they would go to the workers' activity center late at night. That's when I truly believed the stories circulating about Qingsheng's mom. That woman is fucking promiscuous. "I have a..." When I got back to Qingsheng's house, he wasn't home. His mother was in the kitchen preparing vegetables. I chatted with her casually. I deliberately brought up He Ganshi, talking about how he attracted women. She stopped preparing the vegetables, squinted at me, and asked what I wanted to say. I was incredibly nervous at that moment. Before, when I was with women, it was purely flirting, never threatening them. Finally, I went all out and begged her to sleep with me one last time. She just smiled without saying anything and continued preparing the vegetables.

After a while, she went to the bathroom to wash her hands. I grabbed her arm. Her face immediately darkened, and she told me that Qingsheng would be back soon and she had to hurry and cook. I quickly asked her, "How about tonight?" She said Qingsheng was going to... I went to the city hospital for a checkup, and she had to help me pack my things that night. I immediately understood and said I'd come tomorrow. She said, "Come on over, I might not be home," and then giggled as she went to wash her hands. Looking at her slutty face, I really wanted to pull down her pajama bottoms right away and fuck her hard. After she finished washing her hands, I said I wasn't waiting for Qingsheng, I was leaving, see you tomorrow. She was busy chopping vegetables and ignored me. I went over and touched her. She got angry and said I was disrespectful, and that I shouldn't come tomorrow. Hearing that, I immediately felt relieved, knowing I'd definitely get to fuck her the next day. The next day, Tian Li took a shower, changed into clean underwear, and went to Qingsheng's house. Qingsheng's mother opened the door without saying a word and went back to her room. Tian Li felt quite awkward and followed her into the bedroom with a sheepish look on his face. He saw the bedroom curtains were drawn, and Qingsheng's mother was lying motionless on the bed, facing inwards. She wore a sleeveless, round-neck nightgown, her bare shoulders fair and rounded, with a soft curve running from her rounded shoulders to her broad hips. Her reclining figure resembled a quiet and beautiful musical instrument. Tian Li coughed lightly and sat on the edge of the bed. He felt like a starving man who had discovered a feast, suddenly unsure where to begin. After a while, he placed his hand on Qing Sheng's mother's shoulder. She trembled slightly but didn't move. Tian Li hoped to arouse Qing Sheng's mother's desire. His sexual experience told him that a perfect orgasm could only be achieved with the woman's cooperation. Tian Li's hand gently caressed her, and gradually, he grew accustomed to the smooth feel. So he leaned down and brought his face close to Qing Sheng's mother's neck. Her hair was still wet, smelling of shampoo. Tian Li greedily inhaled the pleasant scent. Just as he was about to kiss Qing Sheng's mother's neck, she suddenly turned her head and said, "Listen, just this once." Her tone was very serious.

"Qingsheng's mom's body is so soft, like she's lying on a big loaf of bread, trembling..." "Her pussy doesn't feel like a hole. When I went in, I felt like I was being squeezed tightly by soft clumps of flesh on all sides. I've never fucked a woman like that before..." "No matter where I touched her, it felt incredibly good..." "She didn't make a sound. Hmm, she'd groan a few times if I thrust really hard..." "She had a condom. I guess Officer He gave it to her. The union issues these..." "No matter how much I begged, she just wouldn't kiss me..." "Only twice. After that, she wouldn't agree. She said if I forced her again, she'd hang herself on our door lintel..." We were talking in a corner of the school playground. It was already dark, Tian Li's face was blurry, the cigarette in his mouth glowing intermittently. My dick was rock hard, and I was leaning over the horizontal bar. "What's wrong?" Tian Li asked me. "My stomach hurts," I said. He laughed loudly, "You fucking can't take it anymore, hahaha." He continued to chuckle and try to comfort me, "Don't worry, brother, I'll introduce you to an older woman sometime, she's pretty good. When you're playing with women, you have to play with women this age..." To be honest, at that moment I really wanted to kill Tian Li first, then smash my head against a wall and die .

Part Three .

I didn't go to Qing Sheng's house for a while. When I ran into Qing Sheng's mother outside, I either lowered my head and pretended not to see her, or pedaled my bike quickly past her. Back home, I fantasized about Qing Sheng's mother's body and masturbated frantically. These past few days, I had already savored Tian Li's descriptions countless times; those vulgar words automatically pieced together vivid, erotic scenes that played repeatedly in my mind.

I was constantly angry with myself. I couldn't forgive a woman I had long coveted for being so easily beaten to the punch by my buddy. Even a buddy wouldn't do, let alone a scoundrel like Tian Li. Yes, that guy was a scoundrel. Back then, I foolishly thought I was more noble and pure than him. If I'd known it was this easy, I would have made the first move; I hate my own cowardice.

One day, at the entrance of the Second Shopping Mall, I was unlocking my bike when I heard someone call my name. I turned around and saw Qingsheng's mother standing not far away, smiling at me. "Aunt Tang," I called out. She took a few steps closer and asked why I hadn't been visiting Qingsheng lately, whether he had bullied me. Qingsheng's mother had a sweet, milky scent about her, and I absentmindedly replied, "No, I've been quite busy lately." She patted my handlebars and said, "Yes, young men should be busy, don't always be idle. Come over to our house when you have time." I agreed and pushed my bike away. Qingsheng's mother's sudden enthusiasm baffled me. That night, I pondered for a long time, sometimes thinking that Tian Li had said something to Qingsheng's mother, sometimes thinking that she probably had a crush on me… This short conversation convinced me that I could definitely win over Qingsheng's mother.

Not long after, a pop star held a concert in the city. My brother got two tickets, but he wasn't really interested in it himself. He sent me and Qingsheng, probably thinking that Qingsheng was at least an adult and could keep an eye on me. After the concert, Qingsheng and I went to a small noodle shop for a bite to eat. Qingsheng was in high spirits that day and got quite drunk, swaying unsteadily on the last bus back to the mine.

After getting off the bus, we walked home. The wind made Qingsheng even more drunk, and his usually sallow face turned red.

As he staggered along, he swayed his thin shoulders and boasted to me about how he used to be a big shot. "Tianli used to be my lackey, running around buying cigarettes for me. You know about the fight at the coking plant? I was the first one in," he said arrogantly. "Even though I'm not out there anymore, look at me at home. If I yell at my mom, does she dare say a word?" I was getting a little impatient and muttered under my breath, "I've seen your mom yell at you plenty of times."

Qingsheng was immediately offended by my words. "Bullshit! How the hell would you know? My mom, she does whatever I tell her to do. She serves me the same way she used to serve that damned old man."

Hearing this, a thought struck me. Once, at his house, I saw Qingsheng ask his mother for money. His mother finally gave in to his pleading and gave him the money. He took the money and happily patted his mother's butt.

I heard his mother mutter angrily, "You little bastard, are you trying to get yourself killed?" At the time, I thought it was just a friendly gesture between mother and son, and I even envied the relationship between Qingsheng and his mother.

I mustered my courage and pretended to be dismissive, saying, "Don't brag. I'd believe it if your dad were alive; he'd make your mom do whatever she wanted, since he slept with her every day." Qingsheng stared at me with his red eyes, which made me uneasy, thinking he was getting angry. Unexpectedly, he said, "It's all the same, all the same." I continued tentatively, "How can it be the same? You don't even sleep with your mom." Qingsheng chuckled dryly a few times. "You don't understand. My deadbeat father is gone. At home, I'm the father. At home, I'm the father..." He repeated this over and over. I pondered these words in my mind.

The next morning, Qingsheng came to find me, stammering that he wanted to chat for a while. I vaguely sensed what he wanted to say. We each straddled the back of a bicycle, smoking. After a long pause, he finally managed to say, "I drank too much yesterday." I casually replied, feigning composure, "Yeah, we drank quite a bit. I tend to talk nonsense when I'm drunk. Are you worried?" he asked cautiously. I glanced at Qingsheng and said nonchalantly, "No, how could I? I've forgotten what I rambled on about. Just pretend I didn't say anything," he pleaded, his eyes filled with apology. We exchanged a knowing look—years later, I found that familiar feeling in the movie "Infernal Affairs."

Suppressing my nervous excitement, I patted him on the shoulder with the air of a seasoned rogue, "Don't take it to heart, I've always considered you my brother." I knew this pretentious magnanimity wouldn't completely reassure Qingsheng, but that was the effect I wanted. Sure enough, he paused for a moment, then asked, "You won't tell anyone what I said when I was drunk, will you?" I chuckled and continued beating around the bush, "Who would I tell? Who would believe me? But..." Qingsheng, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, tensed up again when he heard the last two words. I flicked my cigarette butt away, "But you'd better treat me like a brother."

For the next week or so, Qingsheng came to me several more times, sometimes trying to win me over, sometimes threatening me. I heard from other guys that Qingsheng was never a tough guy, just a coward outwardly strong but inwardly weak. However, in the process of outsmarting Qingsheng, I gleaned bits and pieces of information about Qingsheng and his mother from him.

It wasn't until later, when Qingsheng's mother also mentioned some things to me, that the puzzle was finally complete.

Qingsheng was the kind of kid who was mischievous in disguise. While he wouldn't openly cause trouble at school, he certainly got his share of mischief. During his adolescence, Qingsheng was quite quiet, always retreating to his room as soon as he got home. His parents had no idea what he was up to. He only occasionally went out to hang out with a bunch of scoundrels, playing the role of an accomplice.

His father was a rough, uneducated man who operated a crusher at a coal washing plant. According to Qingsheng's mother, his father only knew three things: operating the machine, beating Qingsheng, and fondling her breasts. One day during lunch break, Qingsheng's father went to see her, saying he wanted to discuss something at home. Qingsheng's mother assumed it was about her aunt's divorce and went home with him. But as soon as they entered, Qingsheng's father pushed her into the bedroom, drew the curtains, pulled the covers, and undressed her, saying he'd been working overtime for several days and couldn't stand it anymore.

Qingsheng's school was far away, and he didn't go home for lunch. He wanted to take this opportunity for some "liveliness" between the couple. Although Qingsheng's mother was unhappy, she could only let her father have his way.

According to Qingsheng's mother, Qingsheng's father was the type who went straight for the kill—there was never any foreplay. He would always pounce on her on the bed, mount her, and get right to it. As he pounded away on top of her, she could clearly see the grime and large pores in his wrinkles. So she turned her face away, refusing to look at this dirty, ugly man. Just as he was about to climax, they both heard a noise in the living room.

Was there a burglar? He pulled up his underwear, grabbed a lamp, and rushed out.

That morning, Qingsheng had borrowed a pornographic book from a classmate at school. He couldn't concentrate on class, skipped school, ran home, and hid in his room, engrossed in reading it. When his father opened the door, he was terrified, trying to come up with a lie about being sick. But to his surprise, his parents went straight into the bedroom and then fell silent. Qingsheng hid for a while, then decided to sneak out. As he tiptoed to the living room, he heard rustling sounds coming from the bedroom. Understanding immediately, he crouched down and slowly moved to the bedroom window, peering inside.

That was the first time Qingsheng had ever seen a living woman's body. On the bed in the bedroom, his mother stretched out her plump, white body. Her body was composed of perfectly proportioned curves and indescribable allure. It reminded him of a foreign oil painting in a magazine, where the woman, though plump, was not at all bloated. Qingsheng's eyes savored his mother's delicate, white skin and firm, elastic body. His senses followed his father's rough, large hands, kneading his mother's thighs, breasts, and buttocks. When his father's dark red penis entered his mother's lower body, Qingsheng instinctively grabbed his own penis. Qingsheng's mother's voluptuous body swayed slightly with his father's thrusts. This scene made Qingsheng dizzy; he closed his eyes, his hand moving incessantly up and down his penis. Just as a surging climax was about to engulf him, the bedroom door opened. Qingsheng opened his eyes and saw his father's face contorted with rage, holding a lamp in his hand…

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of the text is unrelated and appears to be a separate paragraph.) When I drew the third one, Qingsheng arrived. He said, "Go ahead, I didn't lock the door." I asked, "Does your mom know?" He carefully avoided my eyes and said, "Yes, everything's settled." I was a little nervous, my palms sweaty. I didn't know what Qingsheng's mother's attitude would be later—whether she would be cold and aloof or obsequious; both seemed reasonable.

When I went in, Qingsheng's mother was taking in the laundry on the balcony. I called out, "Aunt Tang," and then stood there awkwardly. Without even looking at me, she said, "Come help me." I went to the balcony. The weather outside was lovely, sunny and warm. Qingsheng's mother was wearing a knee-length, open-front nightgown, her legs bare. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra; when she stood on tiptoe to reach the clothes hanger, the tight nightgown clearly outlined the shape of her nipples. A button was missing from the front, revealing her fair belly. In the sunlight, her thighs cast two firm, straight shadows beneath the hem of the nightgown, and an alluring sheen shone between her legs. The thought of soon being able to manipulate this body at will, her only option to struggle and moan beneath me, forced to endure everything I did, filled me with a burning desire.

Back inside, Qing Sheng's mother sat on the edge of the bed, slowly folding clothes. Her gentle, alluring manner as she did housework stirred my heart and aroused my lust. Qing Sheng's mother glanced at me and said, "Go hang the clothes hangers on the balcony." This commanding tone, like that of a family member, made me feel at ease. I took the hangers and headed to the balcony. Qing Sheng's mother added, "Oh, and bring in the blankets that have been drying in the sun." The blankets were warm from the sun, exuding a pleasant, sun-kissed scent. I placed the blankets on the bed. She stood up and put the folded clothes into the wardrobe. Then she drew the curtains, instantly darkening the room with an ambiguous atmosphere. Seeing me folding the blankets, she said, "Stop folding, come on."

Qing Sheng's mother took off her nightgown and faced me, like a man-eating flower blooming deep in a tropical rainforest, voluptuous, vibrant, and bewitching. Her open body was a welcoming gesture, full of suggestive undertones of complete subservience. Suddenly, I understood why Tian Li couldn't forget Qing Sheng's mother.

All the details and sequence I had meticulously planned before vanished, and I sat blankly on the edge of the bed. It was then that I realized Qing Sheng's mother had controlled the entire process from the moment I entered. She came over and pulled my head into her arms, and I plunged into the warm water. My face was buried between her breasts, greedily inhaling their fleshy scent, my hands gripping her firm buttocks, my palms full of plump flesh. Qing Sheng's mother let me frantically and haphazardly do as I pleased. Perhaps hurting from the pinching, she slapped my arm and said, "Are you venting your anger? Don't be so reckless." Then she reached down and unzipped my pants, gently taking out my penis as if caring for a small animal. Watching her careful movements, I felt deeply moved. Qing Sheng's mother fiddled with my penis, asking with a half-smile, "First time sleeping with a woman?" I immediately nodded. "A load of lies," she said disdainfully, lowering her head and lightly touching my penis with her lips, then smiling, a scent of soap lingering.

My hard penis throbbed and pulsated under Qing Sheng's mother's caresses. I turned her body over and spread her out on the bed. Lying on her back, Qing Sheng's mother was plump and smooth, looking even more shapely. I roamed freely over her body, and Qing Sheng's mother obediently cooperated by turning over or raising her legs. She closed her eyes as I continued to play with her. Large clumps of flesh were twisted and deformed from being squeezed and kneaded in my hands, like I was kneading a large dough ball. Qing Sheng's mother slightly opened her eyes and said, "Kiss there." She directed me with her eyes, her eyes misty. I obediently took her breast into my mouth. She let out a soft moan. I played with her nipple with my lips and tongue, reluctant to let go for a long time.

Qing Sheng's mother's body began to become restless, and she pulled me to her full lips, giving me her tongue.

Remembering Tian Li's words, I hesitated before sticking my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue eagerly met mine, and we intertwined. That was the first time I kissed a woman, and the slippery sensation remains unforgettable. So much so that later, whenever I was with other women, I dared not kiss them easily. Because as soon as I held a woman's wet tongue in my mouth, I couldn't control the urge to ejaculate.

My hand instinctively reached between Qing Sheng's mother's legs, tentatively parting the labia. She immediately clamped her legs together, but my hand stubbornly continued its groping. Qing Sheng's mother's tongue was sucked and licked in my mouth, and she could only let out soft moans. My fingers curiously explored her lower body. Suddenly, she opened her legs and pulled me onto her. I was instantly enveloped in Qing Sheng's mother's fleshy body. Her hand pressed against my waist, and my piercing penis was immediately enveloped by tight, resilient flesh, like entering a dark, mysterious swamp, sticky, soft, warm, and fertile. I blurted out, "Aunt Tang, I finally got to fuck you!" Qingsheng's mom let out a long sigh and said, "I knew you'd climb onto my body sooner or later."

At first, I was like a clumsy rider, bumping along the way, finding it difficult to control my mount. Qingsheng's mom was a very "understanding" woman. I could feel her adjusting her rhythm with my thrusts, cooperating with me to experience the rhythm of rising and falling between her breasts. Looking at Qingsheng's mom swaying gracefully beneath me, I gradually lost control. My penis seemed to suddenly lengthen. I pushed forward with all my might, passing through layers of supple flesh. This complex structure, with its unexpected twists and turns, filled me with unbridled joy. "Oh my god," Qingsheng's mom whispered. Her head swayed from side to side like a startled horse with its mane and tail in disarray.

Years later, I was driving long distances in the Sichuan-Guizhou area, and once I picked up a hitchhiker. Lonely on the night road, we talked a lot about women. He said Qing Sheng's mother was probably from Datong, Shanxi. Women there are known for their "layered" sexuality, giving men a strange, "passing-through" feeling during sex. Actually, what I enjoyed most was Qing Sheng's mother's controlled rhythm in bed, her perfect control of timing and intensity. I've slept with many women who claimed to be "good in bed." Some were stiff and motionless, making you feel like you were raping a corpse—utterly boring. Others would sway wildly, pretending to be a madwoman, making you focus entirely on how to match them, offering no real pleasure.

I leaned over Qing Sheng's mother, my face buried in her neck, my hands gripping her breasts tightly, my thrusts becoming increasingly fierce. Qing Sheng's mother whispered in my ear, "Oh my god, it's hitting my throat." I turned her head to kiss me. Qing Sheng's mother understood, sticking out her tongue for me to suck, her legs wrapping around me, her buttocks arching upwards faster. She was eager to accept everything about me. This gesture greatly encouraged me. My emotions were conflicted. Though I felt grateful, wicked thoughts were surging within me—quick, harder, crush this bitch, shoot myself into her, melt into her body. A fire burned and spread in my lower abdomen, my penis throbbing and tingling.

At the moment of ejaculation, I cried out, "Aunt Tang, Aunt Tang..." Qing Sheng's mother hugged me, softly saying, "Baby, Auntie's here. It's okay, Auntie's here..." After the climax, I lay on the bed for a long time, listening to the blood gushing from my limbs back to my brain and heart. "

I forgot to bring a condom," I said. Qing Sheng's mother sat up, smoothed her hair, and said, "It's alright." Looking into her watery eyes, I felt I might be falling in love with Qing Sheng's mother. Because I suddenly began to envy the men who had slept with her, envious that they could experience the same ecstatic pleasure with Qing Sheng's mother as I did.

"Are you like that with them too?" I asked naively. She seemed not to understand. "Who are you talking about?" "Tian Li, and Xiao He," I said tentatively. Qing Sheng's mother paused, then sneered, "You men are just despicable." She stood up to leave. I scrambled up and hugged Qing Sheng's mother from behind. "Aunt Tang, don't go, I like you." She was really voluptuous; I had to stretch my arms to hug her.

Qing Sheng's mother turned around, her expression softening. "What a fool." I buried my head in her arms, this coquettish behavior disgusting even myself. Her fingers gently twirled my hair as she slowly said, "You look so silly when you try to be clever; it's kind of heartbreaking." Actually, this was what I had been wanting to ask all along: why would Qing Sheng's mother tolerate my despicable shamelessness?

"You're different from them; you're clean." "I know it was you at the staff activity center that day. I recognized your bicycle." "I was just wondering why you only came today." She smiled softly.

I was aroused and hard, so I rolled over and pinned her down. "Aunt Tang, I want more. "

Wu

Qingsheng was beaten severely by his father after peeping at his parents having sex. From then on, it was only natural and well-deserved that Qingsheng's father called him a "little beast." Qingsheng became increasingly reckless and irresponsible, what his homeroom teacher called shameless. He drifted along listlessly for a short time before his father died. After

his father's death, life became difficult for Qingsheng's family. It was probably from then on that Qingsheng's mother slowly changed, becoming more and more like the widows in folk literature—seductive. Faced with men's verbal advances, she often adopted a "tit-for-tat" strategy. In the words of her colleague, Li the Cripple, that woman was really damn outspoken. Stories circulated among the miners about Qingsheng's mother "introducing" men to potential partners. These hot-blooded young men were introduced one by one by her to several "quite famous" women in the vicinity of the mining area. The nickname "Donald Tang" probably originated from this. Aside from her lewd remarks, Qingsheng's mother didn't do anything too outrageous. It's said that once at a gathering, Li the Cripple, under the influence of alcohol, secretly pinched her buttocks, and Qingsheng's mother kicked him in the leg, leaving him bedridden for half a month.

One Spring Festival, after making dumplings and freshening up, Qingsheng's mother told Qingsheng she was going out. She was going to introduce someone from the third team to a potential partner. Qingsheng said disapprovingly, "Aren't you being a bit too provocative these days? Even during the New Year, you're not idle." His tone was very similar to his father's when he was alive. Although Qingsheng's mother had gradually gotten used to Qingsheng's harsh words at home, such blatant accusations still stung. She angrily said, "How can you talk to your mother like that? If your father were here, he'd skin you alive." "If that old man were here, he'd definitely skin you alive first," Qingsheng said calmly. Qingsheng's mother was speechless for a moment, tears streaming down her face. "We're just a widow and her son, everyone wants to bully us. We have no friends, how are we going to survive? You're a spineless widow, can you really rely on us?" Qingsheng listened to his mother's nagging for a long time without saying a word, then suddenly sneered, "That old hag beat me half to death, what the hell can you expect me to do?" Qingsheng's mother sensed something was wrong with his words, wiped away her tears and asked, "What did you say, son? Don't scare your mother." Qingsheng didn't look at his mother, but stared straight up at the ceiling, "My dick is ruined.

" At that age, my understanding of "incest" was very limited. I had only heard classmates from rural areas talk about piglets riding their mothers after they grew up, that was all. I remember even going to the library to look up a book on livestock breeding. The book called it "backcrossing," and those two words made my face flush and my heart race. So, when Qingsheng's mother told me how she initially examined Qingsheng's genitals, and how it later escalated to her directly helping her son masturbate, I found it incredibly stimulating. To avoid offending her, I pretended to be concerned and asked, "Is he feeling any better?" Qingsheng's mother shook her head helplessly. "As his mother, all I can do is help him with my hands. I've even tried finding him a few women outside, but nothing came of it." This made me feel really sorry for Qingsheng.

After my first time with Qingsheng's mother, I didn't visit her home frequently. Although I knew she didn't dislike me, I didn't want to embarrass Qingsheng too much, and I didn't want Tian Li to smell anything. His nose is incredibly sensitive, especially in these kinds of situations. I knew Qingsheng's mother couldn't become my sacred and inviolable "private property," but if she were with another man, I would definitely feel very uncomfortable.

One time, I went to the warehouse duty room to find Qingsheng's mother. Li the Cripple, who worked with her, wasn't there. As soon as I saw her, I eagerly reached out and took off her work clothes. Qingsheng's mom shook off my hand and said angrily, "I'm in class right now." Seeing she was really anxious, I didn't dare force her anymore and just stood there looking at her pitifully. Qingsheng's mom straightened her clothes and said, "Come over tonight." Seeing me standing still, she got angry again, "Hurry up and go! The cripple went to the cafeteria for food; it'll be troublesome if he sees you when he gets back." "I'm too hard to move," I stammered. She looked at my bulging pants and chuckled, "How did this little thing become so addicted? Let me see." During this time, my penis, nourished and nurtured by Qingsheng's mom, had grown quite a bit. Qingsheng's mom playfully pressed down on my penis with one finger, then suddenly released it, and my penis bounced up and trembled uncontrollably. She looked at my penis, which was nodding repeatedly at her, and covered her mouth with a laugh, looking so greedy.

Seeing Qingsheng's mom's breasts shaking with laughter, I hugged her tightly, "Aunt Tang, can I at least kiss you a couple of times?" I kissed her lips, and she pushed me away while moaning. I pried open Qing Sheng's mother's teeth with my tongue and slipped inside. She stopped struggling, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me tenderly. As I kissed her, I reached into her work clothes, pushed up her bra, and kneaded her heavy breasts. My penis rubbed against her stomach.

We kissed for a long time. Qing Sheng's mother's face turned bright red. She pushed me away, panting, and gestured for me to go to the changing room with her. As soon as we entered, Qing Sheng's mother unbuckled her belt, pulled her pants and panties down to her thighs, turned around, and said, "Quick, give me a couple of blows like this." She leaned against the locker, her upper body pressed against the door, her waist slumping, forming a perfect curve, her plump, round buttocks sticking up high. The rough work clothes and her fair buttocks created a stark contrast, leaving me stunned. Seeing that I wasn't coming over, Qing Sheng's mom wiggled her buttocks and moaned, "Little darling, hurry up! How much more water do you want me to leak?" I ignored her and pressed my face against her buttocks, rubbing them together. "Aunt Tang, I've been wanting to kiss your buttocks for a while now." I could feel her cold buttocks gradually getting hotter. Qing Sheng's mom said in a trembling voice, "If you like Auntie's buttocks, let's go home and play with them slowly. Come in quickly.

" The cabinet legs were uneven, and every time I poked at it, it wobbled loudly. Qing Sheng's mom, probably afraid of making too much noise, stopped moaning, straightened up, and said, "Wait, let me change your position." She pulled down one pant leg, climbed onto the long table in the changing room, sat down, and spread her legs open towards me, supporting herself on the table. This sight was so stimulating that I rushed over and thrust my penis in. She cried out, then giggled and whispered, "You little rascal, you even have a running start."

After a while, Qing Sheng's mom had already gone soft once and asked curiously, "Why are you so successful today? Why haven't you ejaculated yet?" I was also sweating profusely. "Aunt Tang, why don't you lie down? That way I can see your butt." Qing Sheng's mother glared at me, obediently got off the table, and stuck her butt out, holding onto the edge of the table. I easily entered her body again, my hands on her soft waist, thrusting wildly, occasionally reaching out to grab her breasts. In this position, her breasts seemed particularly heavy. When I ejaculated, Qing Sheng's mother shook her head wildly, her fluffy, soft curly hair swinging back and forth, the flesh on her buttocks trembling rapidly. She buried her face in her arms and groaned, "Oh my god, I'm going to die, I'm going to die." After a while, Qing Sheng's mother stood up, looking charming, "Little thing, did you satisfy your craving?" I nodded vigorously.

On the way back, I ran into Qing Sheng. He asked me where I was going. I lied and said I was going to the cafeteria to buy steamed buns. We smoked under a tree. Suddenly, he asked me, "Did my mom scold you?" "No, what's wrong?" I said guiltily.

"Oh, I haven't seen you come to my house," he said, a scrutinizing look on his face. I thought for a moment and said, "It's not good to keep doing that; I feel bad for you." Qingsheng didn't speak, just gave a cold laugh. "I'm not lying to you, we're brothers after all," I said sincerely. Qingsheng nodded at my serious expression and started smoking silently. After a while, he said again, "My mom told you, right? She asked Xiao He from the union to find me a job at the city post office. I'll start in a couple of days; the work isn't hard, and it's convenient for seeing doctors." I looked at him sympathetically, unsure how to comfort him. He looked up at me and said, "It would be a lie to say I don't mind, but you and my mom… um… anyway, I feel more at ease, better than those bastards. She's had a tough time too." I looked around and whispered, "Don't talk about your mom like that. Aunt Tang told me she's only dated a handful of men." Hearing this, Qingsheng smiled and said smugly, "Actually, my mom told me everything about you and her." My face flushed red with embarrassment. Seeing my embarrassed expression, he patted my shoulder and said, "Don't worry, she's doing this to treat my illness." I looked at him with a puzzled expression. Qingsheng's face also turned a little red. "Let me tell you a secret," he said, "every time I hear my mom talk about men, my penis gets hot and trembles." I was thinking about how to congratulate him when I heard Qingsheng say again, "Haven't you ever thought about sleeping with your mom?" He stared at me with a sinister gaze.

Lu:

I've never had any designs on my mother. She works at a kindergarten in the mine, a few years younger than Qingsheng's mother, and not as charming. Ever since that conversation with Qingsheng, I've imagined what it would be like to sleep with my mother a few times under the covers. I was quite excited then, even masturbating excitedly. But when I was actually facing my mother, I lost all interest. It wasn't because she was unattractive; I just didn't feel anything. I guess this might be a gene implanted in humanity by the Creator; I guess He didn't want the world to be too chaotic. Thinking back to Qingsheng's gaze always sends chills down my spine. I didn't want to go to Qingsheng's mom again; I didn't want to make things worse.

About six months later, one rainy night, I had a fight with my family and ran away. I had nowhere to go, and I was soaked to the bone. Finally, I had to go to Qingsheng's house. By then, he was working at the post office and living in the city. Qingsheng's mom opened the door and, seeing it was me, didn't say anything but let me in. I told her what had happened. She listened quietly without saying a word. Then she went inside and came out with a towel. I reached out to take the towel. But Qingsheng's mom pulled me close and used the towel to dry my hair. Even through the towel, I could feel the gentleness of her fingers. As she turned to leave, I hugged her from behind. She struggled slightly, but I hugged her even tighter. Qingsheng's mom sighed and said, "You heartless little thing, take off your wet clothes first, be good."

I was drenched in rainwater, my penis wouldn't get hard, and I looked at Qingsheng's mom pleadingly. She smiled gently and helped me to my feet. I didn't know what she wanted to do. She knelt on the bed, lowered her head, and breathed on my penis. The warm breath made it quite itchy. I was about to laugh when Qing Sheng's mother suddenly opened her mouth and took my entire penis into her mouth. I shuddered and heard myself let out a long sigh. Her swallowing movements were slow and gentle, as careful as if she were caring for a baby. I closed my eyes and carefully savored the soft, slippery feeling in Qing Sheng's mother's mouth. Her cheeks formed two soft dimples from sucking. Qing Sheng's mother looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and expectation.

My penis quickly swelled in her mouth. Qing Sheng's mother's speed gradually increased, and the suction in her mouth suddenly became stronger. Each time she took it in very deep, the tip of her nose was already touching my lower abdomen. I felt like I was about to lose my balance, so I quickly held her head and said, "Aunt Tang, I want to cum." She responded indistinctly. I felt like I was about to explode, "Can I cum in your mouth?" She nodded while frantically moving her mouth around my penis. I pressed Qingsheng's mother's head firmly against my stomach with both hands, and ejaculated freely in her mouth.

After Qingsheng's mother tidied herself up briefly, we lay down on the bed. At this moment, the bedroom door opened, and Qingsheng walked in. "You, when did you get back?" his mother asked in surprise. "I got back a while ago, but I didn't come in because you were busy," Qingsheng said casually. His mother blushed and asked, "What are you doing back here?" Qingsheng grinned mischievously and said, "What, can't I go home?" I awkwardly crawled out of bed and said, "Aunt Tang, I'm going home." "Don't go," Qingsheng stopped me and said to his mother, "Mom, I want to be like him too." He took off his pants, and his penis stood erect.

Qingsheng's mother said with surprise and joy, "Son, you're done?" Qingsheng pounced on the bed without saying a word. I saw his mother fighting with him, cursing under her breath, "You beast, I'm your mother!" Then, Qingsheng's thin body was kicked away by his mother. He curled up on the ground for a long time without moving. Qingsheng's mother, her hair disheveled, was panting heavily.

After a while, I heard Qingsheng lying on the floor giggling, then starting to sob, "My mom, are you my mom?" His mother, sitting on the bed, also began to cry silently. Qingsheng stood up, pulled up his pants, and prepared to leave. His mother saw this and pounced on him, grabbing him tightly. Qingsheng twisted his body and kept trying to walk out. Qingsheng's mother cried, "Son, it's all my fault, I'm so sorry." They hugged and cried for a while, and I stood to the side, not knowing how to comfort them. After a while, Qingsheng's mother wiped away her tears and said, "Come on, son, I'll help you one more time with my mouth. If you do this again after today, I won't live anymore."

Qingsheng's penis was in his mother's mouth, his face showing the shyness of someone experiencing sex for the first time and an uncontrollable excitement. Only then did I believe that Qingsheng's mother hadn't lied to me before; her son had always been a virgin. I realized it was a bit inappropriate for me to be there and tried to leave. Qingsheng saw this, leaned over, grabbed me, and wouldn't let go. Qingsheng's mother was busy talking, but her eyes gestured for me not to leave. I suddenly realized I was the catalyst for Qingsheng's recovery.

Satisfied, Qingsheng pulled up his pants, smiled at me, and said, "I'm leaving." His mother hurriedly said, "Where are you going so late?" "Actually, I just came back to get something, I didn't expect..." Qingsheng said. Qingsheng's mother suddenly frowned. "Do you remember what I just said?" Qingsheng happily said, "Don't worry, I remember." He suddenly blinked and said, "Actually, I saw a girl at work, she's so pretty, I didn't dare before, but this time it's a done deal." Before leaving, he put his arm around my shoulder and whispered a few words in my ear. Qingsheng's mother watched us warily from the side.

After Qingsheng left, I thought about finding somewhere else to spend the night. Qingsheng's mother said, "If you really had somewhere else, you wouldn't have come here." I finally had to tell the truth; I felt a little awkward. She paused for a moment and said, "Awkward? What's awkward? I did all this for Qingsheng. His illness is cured, and my heartache is gone too." Qingsheng's mother suddenly hugged me, laughing, and said, "Come on, let Mom take good care of my little son."

I don't remember everything that happened after that night. I only remember me thrusting violently on top of Qingsheng's mother, repeatedly asking, "Mom, your breasts are so nice, your legs are nice too, whose is this plump body? It's all yours, Mom's little donkey, give it to Mom." Qingsheng's mother answered patiently over and over again. Her voice was seductive and alluring, but I kept hearing Qingsheng's words before he left: "I advise you to go home and try your mother too.

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I tiptoed into the house. There was the sound of running water in the bathroom. My dad's backpack and shoes were gone. Only my mom's high heels were on the living room floor. I went back to my room, restless. My heart was pounding, and I couldn't light a cigarette for a long time. After a while, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. I heard my mom's slippers going to the bedroom. I composed myself, put out my cigarette, and walked towards my mom's room.

My mom was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, drying her hair in front of the mirror. Seeing me, she asked, "Have you eaten?"

I ignored her, staring blankly at her reflection. My mom smiled at me, "What's wrong?" I went over and hugged her. My mom jumped in surprise, "What are you doing?" I threw her onto the bed and pounced on her. My mom screamed and crawled to the other side of the bed. Her round bottom swayed in front of my face. I reached out and ripped off my mom's shorts; she wasn't wearing underwear. My mom yelled as she pulled her pants back up, "Are you crazy?" I pressed her down on the bed and lifted her shirt.

She grabbed my hand and struggled desperately. I rolled around with my mom. After a while, my mom got tired and her resistance lessened. Taking advantage of her distraction, I pulled her shorts down to her calves. Then I took the opportunity to lift her shirt up to her neck and kissed her all over. My mom was panting heavily, lying limply on my back, unable to move. I wasn't as flustered as before. My lips methodically plowed her body like a plow, and my penis slowly hardened. When I reached her lower body, I hesitated for a moment, then kissed her on the lips. I heard my mother cry out.

I licked her clitoris with my tongue. She immediately clamped my head between her legs. After licking for a while, I shifted my body, pushing my tongue deeper into her. My mother's legs clamped my head tighter and tighter. A stream of salty and sour fluid flowed from her. My mother moaned softly, writhing on the bed like a large worm. I pried her legs apart, pulled down my pants, climbed on top of her, and thrust my penis inside. My mother's body tensed like a bowstring. I gripped her breasts tightly and began to thrust in and out, each thrust reaching the very bottom. Her hands frantically clawed at the sheets, her moans growing louder. Suddenly, her upper body arched, and she hissed as she exhaled. Her body convulsed violently, paused in mid-air for a moment, and then slammed heavily back onto the bed. She lay limp, staring blankly at the ceiling, gasping for breath.

I ignored my mother and continued to fuck her relentlessly, but I didn't ejaculate. After my mother ejaculated again, her moans gradually turned into wails as she pushed me down forcefully. I held her down, stopped, and said, "Let me kiss you, Mom, I can't ejaculate." She stared at me, tears streaming down her face, slowly closing her eyes and slightly opening her mouth. I sucked on my mother's tongue, grabbed her breasts, and ejaculated into her body in spurts, but I didn't feel any chills like I did with my birthday mom. When I got off my mother, I found her legs wrapped around my waist.

I grabbed my pants and headed towards my room. My mother suddenly went berserk, screaming and chasing after me, kicking and hitting me. I dodged as I pulled on my pants. I couldn't look her in the eye. My mother looked at me like she wanted to devour me, her eyes blazing with fire.

I said, "Mom, I'm not human," and ran out of the house. I ran downstairs, and a neighbor looked at me strangely.

I ran into the yard, and everyone there looked at me strangely. My mother's cries continued to chase after me. I ran and ran, tripping and falling, scraping my face. I wanted to run to a place where no one knew me. I ran all the way to the long-distance bus station, and when I took out my money to buy a ticket,

my change was scattered all over the ground. An old man next to me asked, "Young man, are you sick?" I stared blankly at him and burst into tears. ...I stood downstairs for a long time. In the distance, the sound of firecrackers for the New Year rang out, no different from previous years. There were shadowy figures moving in my window. I could imagine my parents, my brother and sister-in-law, and my little niece all together, enjoying each other's company. It started to snow, and I wiped my nose and got into the car. On the way out, I saw a "Guoxiang Supermarket" by the roadside, so I parked and went in to buy cigarettes. When I was getting my change, the owner stared at me for a long time. She was an old woman with gray hair and a wrinkled face. I got back in the car, lit a cigarette, and continued driving. After a few puffs, I started crying. I had heard Qingsheng call his mother "Tang Guoxiang" before.

I knew I had never forgotten her. Once, at a blood bank in a southern city, a group of blood brokers chased me all over the street, finally beating me half to death by a trash can. I remembered her then. Another time, in a run-down karaoke bar in a small town, I was having fun with two bald, small-eyed girls, and I thought of her then too. When I threw my first girlfriend onto the large bed in a hotel suite, roughly tearing at her stockings, she was still on my mind.

I wiped away a tear. Snowflakes drifted past the car window in swarms, and a desolate north wind swept in from afar.

I pressed the accelerator hard, driving straight ahead. I knew there must be bustling cities ahead, and villages filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers. I knew there were countless beautiful and kind girls there.

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