【The Call from the Distant Mountains】(Fulin and His Mother) (Love and Desire for His Mother) Author: Unknown

The Call of the Distant Mountains

Author: Unknown
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"Fushan—Fulin—ah—" Every night, as darkness fell and the lights came on, my mother
's voice would call my brother and me home for dinner. Everyone in the village said that my mother was the most virtuous woman in our village.

My mother married into our family at the age of seventeen and gave birth to four of us siblings, making a great contribution to our family, which was a single-son lineage in those times.
My eldest brother Fushan, I am Fulin, the second oldest, my younger sister is Funi, and the youngest is Fuhai. There is a three-year age gap between the siblings. Although the
family grew, our poverty did not change. We brothers grew into tall and strong men, but
we could not find wives. When my eldest brother was twenty-eight, he married my sister Funi in exchange for her.

As I grew older, I watched as my peers got married and started their own families. My
heart began to stir, and my desire for a woman grew stronger and stronger. Especially after attending a friend's
wedding and participating in the bridal chamber pranks, the impulses of a mature man erupted like a volcano, difficult to control. Perhaps it was then
that I began to develop a strong interest in women, and the torment of wanting them but not being able to have them made me even more miserable.

When I was working in the city, seeing the women there with their full breasts, plump hips, fair arms, and round legs only fueled my lust
. That restless desire and burning impulse often made me lose control. But reason wouldn't allow me to
rashly go out and assault them. In my repressed emotions, I often heard my companions talking about the wonders of those women,
which made me yearn for and crave women like I was under a spell. I even felt a strong
urge to see sows and cows. I didn't have the money to go to prostitutes, but I also didn't have the courage to take advantage of other people's women. My
desire often made me anxious and uneasy, dreaming that one day, like in the legends, a Lin Daiyu would fall from the sky
.

But fantasy is not reality, and you can't ride a horse painted on the wall. I had to consider practical matters. I thought of all the women I
'd met . The older ones were too much for me to handle, and the younger ones I worried would complain if they didn't comply. I
racked my brains, but none of them could satisfy my desires.

Perhaps it was then that I thought of her—my mother—my birth mother. She was the only
woman in my life; she could satisfy my desires, and I didn't have to worry about her exposing me. From then on, I began to pay close attention to
everything about my mother.

She was only fifty, but she looked incredibly old. Her hair was long, with many white strands mixed in with the black,
making it appear particularly gray. She often wore it in a large bun at the back of her head. Deep
wrinkles , and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes etched the marks of time. My mother was now a quintessential old country
woman.

Aside from her age, wrinkles, and gray hair, she was still, after all, a
woman. I tried to convince myself: although my mother wasn't particularly beautiful, and her figure wasn't perfectly proportioned, she
possessed everything a woman had: voluptuous skin, large, sagging breasts, and a
voluptuous, sensual bottom. That was enough. If she dressed up like city women, she might
have some charm. For me, any woman was enough. I needed women, I craved women, and
my mother was a woman.

And so, I secretly fell in love with my mother, imagining her masturbating countless times, and even…
The suffering during that time was indescribable, until that summer…

The first time mother and daughter waded through the reeds, the son and mother's first experience of lovemaking

. As the sun was setting, I finally finished hoeing the last row of corn. I stood at the edge of the field,
rubbed the gleaming hoe blade with my foot, wiped the sweat rolling down my chest, shouldered the hoe, walked out of the waist-deep
cornfield, and headed home along the riverside path.

Today, it was supposed to be just the three of us—my younger brother Fuhai, my mother, and me—hoeing the cornfield. My younger brother, Fuhai, is on
summer vacation from high school and, being sensitive to heat and fatigue, soon complained, "I'm going to get heatstroke! I'm exhausted!" and wanted to go home to study.

My mother scolded him, "If you're so capable, get into university and leave this poor mountain village. Go live in a big city, and you won't have to
suffer like this."

My brother replied, "Just wait, next year when I get into university, I'll bring Mom and Dad to live in the city." Hearing
this laughed happily, "I'm waiting for you to go to university so I can enjoy your good fortune. Okay, go back and find a cool
place to study hard, but don't be too playful." So, my brother hummed a little tune and went back along the field ridge.

"Mom, you spoil your youngest too much," I said to my mother, somewhat displeased.

My mother shaded her eyes with her hand as she watched my third brother walk away, smiling as she said, "When you were in school a few years ago, your
father and I didn't really take care of you. He's at the age where he's growing, he can't be overworked."

Yes, a few years ago, I was also afraid of working, afraid of the heat, afraid of being tired. I always wanted to pass the imperial examination with flying colors, to be the top scholar in the imperial examination,
so that my parents, who had suffered a lifetime of hardship, could enjoy a peaceful retirement. Otherwise

, the name Fulin that my parents gave me would have been meaningless. Who knew that fate would be so unkind? I failed the imperial examination for three years in a row. My father tapped his pipe
and said, "Accept your fate. Come back from school and learn stonemasonry from me. As long as you're willing to put in the effort, you won't go hungry." My mother
also advised me, "Learning stonemasonry is a skill that won't be a burden. You're already twenty-four or twenty-five, it's time to settle down. Work hard for a few years, earn
some money, build two houses, get married, and start a family. Then I'll be at ease."

My parents' words determined my fate. After dropping out of school, I learned stonemasonry, and my skills surpassed my father's, but I still
haven't gotten married.

As the sun began to set, most of the cornfield had already been hoeed. The heat was stifling, like a sauna, and the cornfield
was suffocating. My mother's clothes were soaked through and clung to her body, sweat streaming down her dark, rosy cheeks
and neck . I felt a pang of heartache. "Mom, take a break and go home.
I'll finish hoeing this much land before dark."

My mother straightened up, brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, shaded her eyes with her hand, and looked into the distance, saying, "It's still early,
I'll do one more round."

Whenever I was alone with my mother, I felt a strong urge to peek at her body. Through
the corn leaves, I saw that the buttons on her shirt collar were undone, revealing sweaty skin below her neck.
Her two breasts, which had once nourished my four siblings and me, were round and large, slightly sagging but still
so full, swaying gently in front of her chest, truly arousing me immensely. As my mother pulled up her shirt to wipe her sweat, a glimpse of her fair belly was
inadvertently revealed, which further fueled my passion. I quickly and attentively handed her a towel.
"Mom, look how tired you are, you're covered in sweat. Take a rest, I can finish this work quickly."

Mom wiped her sweat and fanned herself with a towel, saying, "I'm not tired, it's just so hot, there's not a breeze. Fulin, you should
rest for a while too."

"I'm not afraid of the heat, Mom, you should go back and rest. It's time to brew Dad's medicine." Dad
fell from scaffolding while working on a construction team that year. He died instantly, and after several days and nights of emergency treatment, he survived
, but his back was broken, and he became paralyzed in his lower limbs. To treat Dad, we exhausted all our
savings , pigs, and cattle—everything of value—but not only did it not cure Dad's illness, we also incurred a mountain of
debt. Dad is still bedridden. This is probably the main reason I can't find a woman; in our area,
women prioritize a family's financial situation when looking for a husband.

"That's fine. After you finish hoeing this plot, go home and rest early. Fuhai will brew medicine for your father at home. I
'll wash my clothes by the river while it's still early." Mother said, gathering our dirty clothes and
walking along the riverside path. Watching her back, I felt a strange surge of emotion, which lasted until her figure disappeared into
the reeds by the river.

After Father fell ill, I suddenly shouldered the burden of the family. I had to do all the work in the fields and manage everything
inside and outside the house . Mother aged rapidly then; her hair turned gray, her face
paled, and she was always frowning.

Recalling these random memories, I unconsciously walked to the reeds by the river bend. I went into the
reeds , put down the hoe, took off my sweat-soaked vest and shorts, and like when I was a child taking a bath, I scooped up
some urine to wash my belly button before jumping into the river.

The water was shallow and crystal clear. I submerged myself in the water, lying on my back, letting the river carry my
strong body. My body hair was thick, especially on my thighs and chest, dark and
matted against my skin by the current, making my male genitalia stand out prominently. I relaxed, lying quietly
in the river, silently enjoying the tranquility of nature.

Suddenly, I heard a splashing sound nearby, my ears submerged in the water. I thought it was water birds or fish
playing and didn't pay much attention, but the splashing sound continued, and my intuition told me that someone was in the water nearby.

I flipped over and swam towards the sound, actually crawling in the shallow water, where
my hands could touch the bottom. Passing a patch of reeds, the sound became clearer. I looked in the direction of the sound and saw
a dense patch of reeds about ten steps away in the water; beside the reeds, a naked woman, her back to me, facing the setting
sun , was washing her long, waist-length hair.

My heart clenched, pounding wildly. I quickly hid in the reeds,
barely daring to breathe. But the splashing sound made me part the reeds and peer out. Bathed in the setting sun, half the river
was orange-red, and the naked woman bathing there shone a bright orange. She was clearly kneeling in the water, the water reaching her
hips, glistening droplets rolling down her smooth shoulders and back; her head was lowered, her hair submerged in the water,
her hands moving up and down, smoothing her wet strands; from the crook of her arms, I could vaguely see her firm
breasts swaying with her movements… The setting sun outlined her graceful silhouette, but unfortunately, her back was to me,
and I couldn't see her face.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I pinched my thigh hard, the sharp pain bringing me back
to reality : this wasn't a dream! A man's instinct compelled me to survey the empty, silent reed beds. It was
late afternoon, nearing sunset; a gentle breeze blew, the stream flowed quietly, and the reeds rustled softly. All
was still golden opportunity. My heart pounded. Was she truly a fairy descended from heaven?

Lust surged through me, and without hesitation, I moved closer. My mind raced, imagining what might
happen : what if she resisted? What if she screamed?… I couldn't care less.
The intense desire made me forget everything. Like a water snake, I approached her silently, and she remained completely
unaware. This filled me with elation, excitement, and an inability to control myself. Closer, closer…
less than two steps away, I leaped from the water and lunged at her—she was startled,
followed by a piercing scream! "Who—?

Heavens! Not only was she shocked, but I was also utterly astonished! It turned out she was... my mother!

In the instant she turned around, our eyes met, face to face, and I was stunned: 'Mother! It's you...
'

'Fulin!'

I was extremely embarrassed, my face flushed red and hot, my heart seemed to stop beating, and my limbs stiffened,
unable to move. Mother was sitting in the river, her long hair floating on the surface, her naked body appearing even whiter and softer in
the clear water. If it weren't for her wrinkled face, I would never have imagined that this beautiful
body was my mother.

'Fulin, don't—come closer, I'm your mother!' Mother's terrified cry brought me
back to my senses . She was indeed my mother, my biological mother who gave me life and raised me! Her shy eyes, her rosy cheeks,
the small black mole under her mouth, the deep wrinkles on her forehead, and her hair that had been piled up behind her head for years and was beginning to
turn ... it really was my mother!"

Suddenly, I snapped to attention and realized I was standing naked before my mother, my magnificent, thick
penis erect and pointing directly at her face. The glans, like a small fist, was a dark reddish-purple, glistening with bulging veins,
throbbing . A powerful urge overwhelmed me, leaving my mind blank.

"Mother! You're the one I want!" I lunged forward, grabbing her arm and pulling her up
; but her arm was as slippery as a fish, and she easily slid away. I opened my arms and held her
tightly in my embrace, but I pulled too hard, slipped, and we both fell into the water. My mother choked on the water,
but I quickly pulled her up and carried her towards the reeds on the bank.

"Splash, splash, splash..." Water splashed everywhere. My mother struggled, nearly falling into the river several times.

I carried her to the dense reeds, and, driven by intense lust, I recklessly
pressed her down beneath me. My mother roared and cursed angrily; her body, smooth as a carp just
pulled , struggled and resisted incessantly, grabbing, kicking, and biting. I had to forcibly
subdue her. I grabbed her wildly flailing hands and forcefully pressed them down on her head; my strong body pressed down heavily...
My weight pressed down on her small, thin body. My mother, after all, was a fifty-year-old woman; how could she withstand the strength of a man in his prime?
After a struggle, she was already panting heavily, her body limp. She closed her eyes weakly, turning her face to the side
.

My broad chest pressed against her full, soft breasts. I knelt between her legs, using my knees to push her
thighs apart. I could no longer control myself; I pounced on her. She instinctively
twisted her body in resistance.

"Fulin…you…what are you doing…" she struggled to say.

"Mother, I…I can't take it anymore…I…I want…" My right hand tightened around her waist,
while the other reached for her breasts, kneading her large breasts.

"No…you beast, I'm your mother…" she struggled to pull my hand away.

"Mother, listen to me…" I grabbed her hand, pressing it down forcefully to immobilize her. Her breasts
heaved rapidly with her breathing, softly pressing against my chest. I said softly, "Mother, listen to me, I'm
almost thirty, and I've never even tasted what a woman feels like! I really can't take it anymore, Mother, are you really going to
let me be a bachelor for the rest of my life? Mother, let me taste what a woman feels like, no one will know..."

I tried to let go of her hand, and she indeed stopped struggling, only closing her eyes, two lines of tears welling up in them.

At this moment, I couldn't care less about anything else, I said urgently, "Mother, Mother, I, I'm about to die hard..."

I kissed her face, she made a soft sound, her face was flushed, a few strands of hair fell across her forehead, her full
lips were half-closed. My already hard, steel-like penis thrust violently between my mother's legs. It was my first time touching
a woman, and I couldn't wait. I thrust my erect penis in and out roughly, the large head of my penis sometimes
hitting my mother's inner thighs, sometimes sliding down her thighs, and sometimes even grazing her belly as it darted up. With each
thrust , my mother's body trembled. With my trembling right hand, I reached down and spread my mother's two white,
plump thighs, grabbing my penis and rubbing it against her vulva. The head of my penis sensitively touched my mother's smooth,
silky pubic hair, making me incredibly itchy. I couldn't help but thrust downwards forcefully...

"Oh... ah—" I heard my mother scream, her legs kicking wildly. Suddenly, I
felt the head of my penis enter her tight, warm crevice, the head of my penis, as thick as an egg
, being held in place by my mother's labia. At that time, I knew nothing about sex, I only wanted to thrust in and have fun, I didn't know that there was also
the need for teasing and caressing, and that it was necessary to wait for the vagina to lubricate before penetration. Besides, Mother was already a fifty-year-old
woman, and her vaginal lubrication was already low. And in that incestuous moment between mother and son, how could she possibly have such sexual
urges? Mother's labia contracted with fear, her vagina was dry with tension, and I didn't know any techniques.
That thick, hard penis, with its pubic hair still attached, was forcefully thrusting into her, forcing her labia open. How could Mother endure that?

But I didn't know any of that; I only felt that warm, raw pleasure intensely arousing my lust.
I released my penis, tightly embracing Mother's round buttocks, pressing her genitals against mine. I arched my back, tucked
my hips in, and thrust wildly into Mother's vagina, my penis, like a thick, hard rod, penetrating halfway in
…

…

“Ah! It hurts… ah…” Mother screamed, her hands breaking free of my control, gripping
my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into my muscles. Mother straightened her neck, her chin tilted back, her head violently
swaying from side to side. As I penetrated, my mother's waist arched, her legs trembling. Before she
could cry out, I slammed my feet against the ground, thrusting my hips down, followed by a second, powerful thrust. My thick, hard, swollen
penis "squeaked..." and plunged deep into my mother's vagina, the foreskin pulled
back to the base by her labia.

I had finally entered my mother's body.

Ah, so good! The raw pain of my penis breaking free, the hard penetration, the
warm, tight grip of my mother's vagina, brought my lust to a climax. Before I could even savor the pleasure of
thrusting , my pent-up semen gushed out like a torrent bursting from a dam,
spraying my abundant semen into my mother's body... I held her genitals tightly until I ejaculated the last drop, my penis
no longer erect.

Too fast! I hadn't even experienced the climax I craved, hadn't felt the pleasure of unrestrained thrusting,
and yet I'd already ejaculated so quickly, leaving me truly frustrated. My penis, which had been as hard as iron just moments before, suddenly went limp,
as if it were about to withdraw on its own. I lay on top of my mother, too afraid to move. How could I let this once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity slip away? If I lost this chance, where would I find another?

To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next chapter.

Chapter Two: The embers reignite, the fire burns brighter, the plum blossoms bloom a second time, the flower is even more fragrant .

My long-cherished wish, the woman I'd longed for day and night, the soul-stirring, soul-consuming intercourse I
craved, my first time releasing my sexual desire inside a woman's vagina—and yet I'd already ejaculated so quickly? While secretly cursing my useless penis
, I tightly embraced my mother's smooth body, pressing my knees against her plump thighs, making my genitals and her
vulva press tightly together, lest my now-soft penis slip out of her vagina.

Perhaps my heavy pressure made my mother feel suffocated; she began to writhe restlessly. I thought my mother would try to
break free again, so I hugged her even tighter. I clumsily pressed my stubble-covered lips to hers, but
she turned her face away, avoiding my kiss. Her silent resistance ignited my latent desire to conquer her. My
lips chased hers, gliding across her face. As her body writhed, my waning
lust reignited like a wildfire, my blood rushing,
my pulse pounding. My recently limp penis throbbed and swelled rapidly in her vagina,
growing thicker and longer, quickly filling her.

"Great!" A surge of excitement coursed through me; my heart pounded like a rapidly starting electric motor
. This second erection was like a general's rallying cry on the battlefield; my whole body was
instantly aroused again. This time, the intensity was even greater, the desire even more intense. I leaned forward, looking down at my mother's
flushed face. Her eyes were slightly closed, her brows were furrowed, her lips were lightly parted, and her nostrils were flaring irregularly
. My mother's breathing was rapid. Her expression revealed her quick reaction to my sexual desire. As soon as I moved, she became restless and uneasy
.

I keenly felt spasms and contractions coming from my mother's vagina, followed by a gush of hot,
sticky vaginal fluid that scalded my glans, sending a jolt through me and causing my penis to involuntarily
twitch upwards... Ah! It was so tight! My mother's vagina was sucking at my glans, her labia biting the base of my
penis . The indescribable tingling sensation made me thrust in again... Because of the semen I had just ejaculated and
the lubrication of my mother's vaginal fluid, her vagina was incredibly tight, warm, and smooth. My glans pressed against my mother's cervix, the
place where I had been conceived. Inserting into it felt exceptionally tingling and warm! Waves of pleasure radiated from the depths of my mother's vagina through my
penis of my mother's tight vagina
. Because my penis had been immersed in my mother's vagina for so long and had just released energy, this time it was
even harder and longer-lasting. When it went in, it thumped like a heavy punch; when it came out, it made a squelching sound like
corn growing. I unleashed my pent-up lust of thirty years on my mother's body with frenzied ecstasy! My
penis thrust in and out of her vagina, relentlessly!

As I increased the speed of my thrusts, my penis rapidly swelled inside her, growing thicker,
harder , longer, and larger. With each thrust, only the glans remained inside her vaginal opening, allowing for
deeper penetration the next time. Each thrust pierced her cervix, causing her vagina to contract sharply. The more I thrust, the more pleasurable it became, my
large penis pumping wildly in and out of her body.

With each movement, my mother's entire body convulsed and spasmed. Her hair was disheveled and scattered among the weeds,
her eyes tightly closed, glistening tears rolling down her cheeks; her hands tightly embraced my waist, her legs
clamped tightly around my hips; with each thrust, she writhed her plump, white buttocks back and forth, her full, snow-white
breasts bouncing up and down with each stroke, rubbing against my firm chest, further
arousing my lust. I spread her legs wider, thrusting even deeper. My penis began to thrust violently again,
the glans repeatedly striking her uterine wall, making me feel as if I were reaching her internal organs. Her eyes were
half-closed, her brows furrowed, her teeth clenched, the intense pleasure causing her to gasp repeatedly, her mouth slightly open,
her jaw trembling, emitting wanton moans from deep within her throat.

"Ah... mmm, mmm, mmm... oh oh..." Her whole body stiffened, her buttocks arching upwards,
actively welcoming my thrusts.

Because of my mother's active cooperation, my movements became more and more exaggerated, faster and faster
, longer and deeper, as if I wanted to stuff my entire lower body into her vagina. The unbearable
pleasure drove me increasingly frenzied. I no longer saw her as my superior mother, but as a
woman to whom I could vent my lust. At this moment, our relationship was purely carnal; I couldn't care less about anything else.

My mother's vagina grew hotter and hotter, like a furnace, and my thick, long penis, like a fiery cone,
thrust in and out of her vagina, each time penetrating deep into her core. The tender flesh of her vaginal walls
contracted sharply, sucking my penis even tighter, and with each thrust, her labia flipped in and out repeatedly. The hot, sticky vaginal fluid gushed forth from Mother
's vagina, overflowing and lubricating my hard penis.
The heat made my glans throb even more, and each withdrawal brought out a gush of hot, sticky fluid;
each insertion caused Mother's vaginal fluid to spray outwards, wetting my testicles and Mother's mons pubis,
flowing down our pubic hair onto Mother's buttocks, soaking the pubic hair beneath her.

Mother couldn't help but moan, "Mmm...ah...oh...mmm...Fulin..."

Mother's moans further aroused my lust. I realized that Mother was already immersed in the intense
desire of our mother-son intercourse; she was now beyond my control. The expression on Mother's face—her furrowed brows and tightly closed
eyes —was something I had never seen before. Her arms were tightly wrapped around my arched back, her full
breasts pressed against my chest, her straight neck stretched back, her hair flying through the weeds. My mother's face
swayed from side to side with my movements, her teeth clenched, occasionally drawing in a breath of cold air. Her
lips trembled, tears welled in her eyes, rolling down the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes…

"Mother…" I growled softly, holding her buttocks tighter, thrusting deeper, harder.

Like a frog leaping into water, I powerfully pushed off the grass with my feet, my knees pressing against my mother's buttocks, my
broad hips sinking completely into her legs. All my weight was concentrated on the base of my penis. With
each up-and-down, left-and-right sway of my waist, my fleshy buttocks violently jerked and throbbed, up and down
, forward and backward, pushing and pulling. My penis thrust in and out of my mother's vagina, sometimes deep,
sometimes , each thrust a frenzied, powerful pounding, releasing my pent-up lust within her…

Waves of tingling, itching, numbness, and pain
spread simultaneously from the point where my penis and my mother's vagina met, one after another, waves of pleasure rising higher and higher. My mother moaned,
I gasped, my mother whispered, I murmured…

"Oh…oh, Fulin…oh…I can't…take it…anymore…"

"Mother...Mother, ah...ah, I...can't take it...Mother..."

The frenzied intercourse reached a breathtaking climax!

The sky spun, the earth spun, the reeds spun, everything ceased to exist, my mind went blank. My
thick, hard penis was tightly sucked by my mother's vagina, our blood and sweat mingled together, our bodies intertwined,
the uncontrollable pleasure like surging waves, roaring and churning, sometimes throwing us to the crest of the wave,
sometimes pressing us to the bottom, layer upon layer, wave upon wave, gust upon gust of uncontrollable pleasure
finally reached an unstoppable peak...

Ah, I'm going to ejaculate!

My blood, like thousands of tiny snakes, surged rapidly into my scrotum.
Like a flood bursting its banks, a stream of hot, viscous semen shot
out from my penis with a "whoosh," spraying deep into my mother's vagina... In an instant, my mother's
body convulsed as if electrocuted...

At that moment, I had no time to care about my mother. I held my breath, straightened my back, and concentrated all my strength into
my penis. My penis, throbbing with the pulse of the arteries, swelled to its limit, penetrating deep into my mother's cervix...
The contractions of my scrotum and the swelling of my glans, wave after wave… my overflowing semen gushed
out continuously, like sharp arrows shooting straight into my mother's vagina, like a torrential downpour irrigating my mother's
parched land…

I was completely immersed in extreme pleasure, forgetting time, forgetting place, forgetting that the
person beneath me was my mother who gave me life and raised me, forgetting everything in the world, letting the wild, beast-like lust within me
vent freely within my mother's body, venting… until I was exhausted, my penis as
limp without a trace of strength. I lay panting on my mother's limp body, waiting for the climax to slowly subside.

Only then did I realize that my mother had been unconscious for some time. When I pulled my penis out of my mother's
vagina , because the suction was too tight, the sudden pull
tore out the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, causing my mother to let out a shrill scream. Immediately, my mother convulsed and curled up on her side. Between my mother's arched
thighs, her wet pubic hair was tangled in a ball, her labia red and swollen, and strands of thick, sticky semen
kept overflowing from her vagina, flowing onto the grass beneath her. Her face was obscured by her disheveled long hair;
her brows were furrowed, her eyes slightly closed, and there were bloody bite marks at the corners of her mouth. If it weren't for the rise and fall of her breasts with her breathing
, I would have truly thought she had died.

Looking at my mother's naked body, ravaged as if it were falling apart, I was suddenly overwhelmed with an intense emptiness and fear. A strong
sense of guilt made me feel utterly ashamed. How could I face my mother? How could I face my father? I knelt beside my mother,
silently gazing at her naked body. My mother lay like a thin, frail ewe in a nest of grass, appearing so delicate and fragile; while I
was a vigorous young man, how could she withstand my brutal trampling and ravaging?

"Mother...I..." I choked, unable to speak, tears of shame filling my eyes.

"Shh—" With a long sigh, Mother slowly opened her eyes. She stared at me blankly, seemingly
lost, as if she didn't know where she was. "Fulin, what happened?"

"Mother!...I...I deserve to die!" I couldn't control myself anymore, tears streaming down my face.

Mother also snapped back to reality. The scene before her brought her back to the present. She sat up abruptly, grabbing
her clothes to cover her chest. "Fulin..."

"Mother, I'm so sorry! Mother, I am..." I knelt before Mother, burying my face in the ground.

"Fu...Lin...how could...this happen? Oh God..." Mother finally burst into tears...

...

Unknown, the sun had already set behind the western mountains. Night had fallen in the reeds. Suddenly, my younger brother Fulin's voice came
from afar .

"Mother—Brother..." My brother's voice startled us from our reverie. It was Fuhai coming to find us
.

Hearing my brother's cry startled me. Without thinking, I knelt down and kowtowed to my mother.
I pulled up my shoes, grabbed my clothes, and hurriedly darted into the reeds.

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