The beloved son

I was born in a very remote and underdeveloped mountain village in Northeast China. My family consisted of my parents, two older sisters, and myself—a total
of five people. My mother married my father when she was 18, and gave birth to my eldest sister the following year. When she was 20
, she gave birth to my second sister. Due to the one-child policy, my parents shouldn't have had any more children. However,
rural areas are very traditional, and the idea that daughters cannot inherit the family business was firmly ingrained in
everyone's minds.

My father was the highest-ranking official in the village—the village party secretary. Although he also held this view, he didn't dare to consider these issues because of his
position .

However, two or three years after my second sister was born, various rumors began to circulate
among relatives, friends, and villagers. When these rumors reached my grandparents, the four elders immediately braved the wind and snow,
traveling to my home. According to my eldest sister, who was only four or five years old at the time, my grandparents pointed at my mother
and scolded her, while my maternal grandparents pointed at my father and scolded him. After a while, they turned to comfort their children.

Although I don't know what they said, a year later, I came into this world crying.
Although I later heard that my parents had been arrested and subjected to some kind of surgery, and that my father had been dismissed from his job

, when they held a banquet to celebrate my 100th day, my parents and the four elders stood tall, their faces
glowing , and they greeted the villagers with beaming smiles.

After my birth, I heard that the rumors stopped, and my parents were very
proud in front of the villagers. However, because my father lost his job, he had no income other than his small plot of land, and
life became difficult. The pride in my parents' eyes disappeared. To support five mouths, my father gritted his teeth and
left the village to work elsewhere. Only my mother and my two siblings and I remained at home.

Although my mother was left alone with three underage children, my father's
work was going well, and he always
returned . Our family regained its prestige among the villagers, and we were the first in the entire village to replace our mud house with a cement one
. Coupled with the authority my father held when he was the village secretary, no one dared to bully us
women and children.

A year or two later, when my father brought home the village's first color TV, the whole village was abuzz
. When they tested it, almost every man in the village, young and old, came, crowding the house inside and out. After the New Year, my father
went out to work again, but this time it wasn't just him; all the able-bodied men in the village went with him.
This left only the elderly, women, and children in the village, and our family's prestige reached its peak
. Often, my mother's words carried more weight than the village secretary's.

And I grew up in this happy family, in what could be described as a village of women.

In Northeast China, we have a long-standing tradition, a tradition that few people, especially in the cities,
follow now. But in our remote, snow-covered village, it's still preserved.
This habit is to sleep naked.

According to the elders, crawling naked under the quilt and lying on the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) feels much warmer
and more comfortable than wearing clothes. Of course, everyone has their own quilt.

I don't remember much about my childhood, only vaguely that I never had my own quilt.
From a very young age, I was always held in my mother's arms and slept under the same quilt. My mother's quilt was the biggest in the family
; my eldest sister said it was shared with my father, hence its size.

When my father came home, I wouldn't sleep with my mother, but instead shared the quilt with my eldest sister. Whenever my father
was home , and when I woke up at night needing to pee, I would see my mother's big quilt moving constantly, and
hear my parents' rapid breathing. When I cried to pee, my father, who usually doted on me, would scold me
because my mother would get up to help me.

I don't know if my two older sisters saw this scene, but when I did,
they all fast asleep, completely still. Maybe they saw it, but were afraid of being scolded by Father and didn't dare to disturb
them. So, when I was old enough to urinate, I never bothered them; I just secretly slipped out
of bed and did it myself.

Our kang (heated brick bed) was a large one, big enough for three adults to sleep side by side, or even a few people could squeeze in. There were only three quilts
on the bed my mother and two older sisters, so it was quite spacious. At that time, what I wanted most
was to have my own quilt, but Mother always said I was too young and afraid I would get cold, so she wouldn't agree to add
another quilt. I really hated Mother then, but after something happened when I was 10, I stopped
asking for my own quilt and was grateful to Mother for not letting me have one alone.

There was no primary school in the village, and the children in the village had to walk more than ten miles to the primary school in the township
. But it snows for six months of the year here, so many children in the village, especially
girls, had to postpone starting school. However, whether it was because my father was often away from home and had seen a lot, or because we had some spare money,
I started fourth grade at the age of ten. My second sister, who was two years older than me, was in sixth grade, and my eldest sister, who was three years older than me, was in
seventh grade at the town's middle school. That year, my mother was only 32 years old.

Speaking of my mother, she was a famous beauty in the whole village. She was 1.7 meters tall, with beautiful long hair,
an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, delicate red lips, a curvaceous figure, and long, slender, fair legs.
Not only were her legs fair, but her whole body was snow-white, because everyone living in this icy and snowy place
was fair-skinned.

Perhaps such a young and beautiful woman, whose husband was often away from home, was definitely
a target for men with ulterior motives. But my mother didn't usually talk to those men, and my father, who was two meters tall and strong and had served as
a special forces soldier , was known throughout the village for his volatile temper. Anyone who dared to make a move on my mother
would have to think twice before trying to get close to her. Besides, there's still a double-barreled shotgun left over from when my father was the village party secretary;
no one dares to steal chickens or dogs at night. Of course, now the village is mostly old men and children; the young people have all left,
and no one dares to mess with my mother anymore.

As for the cadres who come from the township, they just exchange a few words from afar and feast their eyes.
They wouldn't dare lay a hand on me, even if you beat them to death. You see, my parents' family has
the most influence in the surrounding villages; a single call can summon hundreds, even thousands of people. Otherwise, my father, a retired soldier with no connections,
wouldn't have become the village head, wouldn't have married such a beautiful woman, and wouldn't have been dismissed only after the birth of our third child.

With such tall and slender parents, my two siblings and I also have very standard figures and
outstanding looks. There's no way around it; with a handsome father and a beautiful mother, we children naturally inherited
these excellent genes.

Perhaps people in Northeast China are generally tall; I was already 1.5 meters tall at 10, while my second sister, at 12, was already
1.56 , and my eldest sister was even more impressive, already 1.62 meters tall at only 13. I don't know if it's
because the nutritional supplements my father brought back were too nourishing, or what, but both my sisters have developed feminine curves, though not mature,
they still very much attract the attention of young men.

My two siblings and I have a very close relationship. Perhaps it's because from a young age, whenever I received a special gift from my father, I
would share it with my sisters. I don't know why, but I've never had a possessive streak; I share
everything 's given to me individually with my sisters. For example, the nutritional supplements specially bought for me are always
shared with my two older sisters.

We three siblings have never argued or even raised our voices at each other. Since we were old enough to understand, we've always been very considerate of our
siblings and deeply caring for our family. As the youngest brother, I'm naturally especially loved by my sisters.

Of course, this is also because I love them just as much. Today, I got into a fight. I beat up
someone at school who swore at me, leaving them with a bloody head. My second sister, who goes to the same school, was called to the teacher's office and received a severe
scolding for it. Although my sister and the teacher both asked me why I hit someone, I didn't answer. I do
n't think the student I hit would say why I hit him.

Seeing that they couldn't get an answer, the teacher had no choice but to make me copy the text ten times as punishment. Of course, I didn't care, but
my second sister clearly knew I wouldn't hit someone randomly, so as soon as we left the office, she pulled me to a secluded
corner . She cupped my face in her hands, staring intently into my eyes, saying nothing, just
looking at me.

I knew she wanted to ask why I fought, but I didn't want her to hear those vulgarities,
so I looked away and decided to remain silent.

After a while, she laughed, a beautiful, happy laugh. She softly said, "Was it because your
classmate swore at you that you taught him a lesson?"

I nodded involuntarily. These days, the usual insults are "fuck your mother!" or "fuck your
mother " But for some reason, maybe because my sister is so beautiful, people who argue with me
often say things like "fuck your sister's cunt!" or "fuck your sister to death!" or "I've fucked your sister's balls to pieces!"

Although I don't fully understand these words, and I believe the kids saying them don't either, everyone knows it's
a very serious insult. Whether it's my sister or my mother, no one in my family will tolerate being
insulted , not even in their thoughts. So you could say I've been fighting since I was little. In this school, everyone knows how
to curse at me with those kinds of swear words, and I'm like an enraged tiger.

Over time, almost no one dares to curse at me to my face, and of course, this means I don't have many friends
. As for the guy I beat up, he just transferred here; otherwise, he wouldn't dare to provoke me.

My sister, of course, knows all this, so she gently patted my cheek and laughed, "He just
transferred here and you've already given him a hard time. It seems he'll never dare to curse in front of you again." After laughing, she
tapped my head with a stern face and said deliberately angrily, "Don't fight again next time, or I'll
tell Mom, and she won't let you sleep with me."

Sometimes my sister pretends to be angry, but I know she really likes it when I do. So I quickly nodded with a
grin, indicating that I wouldn't dare to do it again.

Many students here live far from the school, so we don't go home for lunch; everyone brings
their own lunchbox to school. Just as my second sister and I were eating our lunchboxes, the school's loudspeaker suddenly
broadcast the principal's voice, ordering all students to return to their classrooms immediately.

Back in the classroom, after listening to the announcement, we learned that another continuous blizzard was approaching, and school was
letting out early . Furthermore, until the blizzard subsided, everyone was to stay home and study.
This kind of thing is common in our area during this season. For the students, it meant several more boring days. Because
when a blizzard hits, you can't even leave the house, let alone play with your friends.

My second sister and I left school and rushed home. In this snowy region, even a three-year-
old knows how dangerous a blizzard can be; no idiot would play on the way home.

When we got home, we found my eldest sister, who is in middle school, had also returned. My mother, seeing everyone home, breathed
a sigh of relief and started busying herself heating the kang (a heated brick bed). In our area, we eat, chat, and sleep
on the kang. Normally, the quilts are folded and stored in the cupboard built against the wall; only at night are the low table moved aside and the quilts
spread out.

I took off my heavy sweater and woolen shoes, climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and first turned on the TV at the head of the bed before taking out
my homework and placing it on the low table. My second sister, who followed me, immediately turned off the TV, glared at me, and
took out her homework as well. I knew, of course, that she wanted me to finish my homework before watching TV, so I just stuck out my tongue
and started writing.

Meanwhile, my eldest sister and mother began preparing for the upcoming blizzard, sorting grain, checking doors and windows,
and so on. When I finished my homework, I found that my second sister had already finished long ago; she hadn't turned on the TV, but was just reading
some storybooks. I loved how considerate my second sister was, so I hurriedly packed my schoolbag while shouting to her that I
was done with my homework, because I knew she actually loved watching TV.

Night slowly fell, and the wind outside grew stronger, but I didn't feel the cold at all.
I had a hot dinner in my mouth, a warm kang under my bottom, and my eyes were glued to the exciting program on TV.
How could I care if it was cold outside?

After the family of four finished eating, they sat on the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed), watching TV and chatting. I followed my eldest sister's lead.
Sitting there, I suddenly felt that this was happiness. But my understanding of happiness abruptly turned into a profound understanding of
misfortune, because the power suddenly went out.

The entire room was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, and there was also a deathly silence. As a child, I immediately
felt terrified and rushed to touch the older sister next to me.

In my fear, as soon as I touched her body, I hugged her tightly, but suddenly she hit my
head. Only then did I realize that my face was pressed against her chest.
Although I could still feel that her chest was a little bulging, as if two steamed buns were hidden inside.

Just then, my eldest sister spoke up, "Mom, where's the candle?"

Mom replied, "It's in the bottom drawer in the corner. Haven't you done your homework?"

My eldest sister said, "I finished it at school. What about your homework, second sister and third brother?"

My second sister and I said in unison, "We finished it a long time ago!"

Hearing this, Mom laughed and said, "Then there's no need to look for the candle. Go to sleep. Anyway, I don't have any chores to
do."

I protested, "Mom, it's only a little past 8 o'clock. Why go to sleep so early? Maybe
the fuse blew. The power will come back on soon." I didn't want to go to sleep so early;
there's cartoons on Channel 3 at 9 o'clock.

My eldest sister teased, "Oh, third brother, how do you know the fuse blew? Even if it did, it's windy and snowy outside
. Who are you going to ask to change it?" My second sister chimed in, "Children should go to bed at 8 o'clock at night. That's what
the books say." Both sisters groped in the dark to open the cupboard, took out the blankets, and started spreading them out.

My mother smiled and tried to comfort me, saying, "We just replaced the fuse a few days ago, and look, there's not
a single . The heavy snow must have broken the power lines. It's not just that there won't be power tonight; with this blizzard,
there might be no power for the next few days."

Hearing this, my heart sank. Once before, a heavy snowstorm had broken the power lines, and it took
weeks for someone to reconnect them. There was nothing I could do; we were just ordinary people living in
this very remote area. Even after the blizzard, the power company
wouldn't come until the knee-deep snow melted.

It seemed like these next few days would be incredibly boring. I dejectedly faced the corner and started taking off
my clothes . Although it was pitch black, and my sister and mother were making the bed—and since I was old enough to understand, my family
always turned off the lights before getting into bed—I was still afraid of being seen. What did I, a child, have to
be afraid of? My family must have carefully admired my body when I was little; what was there to hide
from them?

A month ago, I dared to take my clothes off openly, but now I don't dare anymore because hair has grown on the area
above ! I've secretly observed my classmates when they go to pee, and they
don't have any hair at all! And my penis is twice the size of theirs! Also, when I climb the pole in PE class,
my penis gets squeezed, and even through my thick cotton pants, I can still feel a strange sensation—a
feeling that's both uncomfortable and somewhat anticipated.

I haven't even told my closest older sister about this feeling. I'm not someone who likes to ask my elders for help,
but I know it must be related to the few small bottles of drinks my father brought back. I only remember the name was something like hormones.
After my father went out to work, I gave one box to each of my two older sisters, and I took two. Now it seems
I probably ate too much; otherwise, why are my two sisters fine?

The strange feeling itself is one thing, but at least it only happens when I'm climbing the pole.
What bothers is the hair around my penis. At first, only one or two hairs grew on that smooth area, and I
didn't pay much attention, just secretly trimmed them with scissors. But a few days later, dozens of hairs had grown!
I was so scared that I carefully cut them all off, but then the area became incredibly itchy, so itchy that I had to scratch it constantly
. It was so uncomfortable—I had to scratch, but I was also afraid of being seen and laughed at.

However, when the hair grew back, the itching disappeared. I knew
that cutting the hair would make me itchy, and the hair wouldn't interfere with my urination, so I
stopped cutting it. Being shy, I didn't want my family to know about my hair, which is why I was hiding in a corner taking off
my clothes .

Just then, my mother called out, "Doggy, are you dressed? If you are, get under the covers quickly so you don't catch a cold."
Doggy is my nickname, and it's the one I dislike the most. Actually, I quite like my mother calling me "Little Third,
" but she says that calling me something cheeky will help me grow up safely and quickly.

I was feeling a bit cold even though I was naked. If it weren't for the warm kang (heated brick bed), I would have caught a cold long ago. So I quickly
crawled towards my mother's side in the dark. I didn't dare walk, afraid of stepping on someone or tripping. Since my mother slept on the
outermost side, and I was used to undressing facing the closet wall, I had to crawl past my sisters' territory. My sisters seemed
very familiar with this habit I had developed since childhood, and they all
patted .

After so long, my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but it was still night outside, and there was no
moonlight . I could only vaguely see a shadow. Seeing the largest shadow lifting the quilt and beckoning to me,
I, already feeling a bit cold, quickly rolled into my mother's bed.

"Wow, so comfortable, so warm!" I exclaimed comfortably as my naked body touched the warm quilt on the kang
.

Everyone just smiled and didn't say anything. Judging from the rustling sounds, I knew without a doubt that my mother and
sisters had started to take off their clothes. I know their habits very well. When Dad isn't home, Mom undresses completely outside
before getting into bed. When Dad is home, Mom undresses inside the covers, though it seems Dad always helps
her. My sisters' undressing is a bit strange; they all hide under the covers and then
neatly lay their clothes out at the head of the bed. Unlike me, I just throw my clothes around, and it's hard to find them the next morning. A

moment later, I felt a cold draft in; it seemed Mom was lifting the covers to come in. I instinctively
turned and moved closer to my sister, afraid she might accidentally touch my fur, and then she'd know
! That's my secret!

After Mother came in and lay down, she noticed that because I had moved, a gap had appeared in the middle of the blanket, letting
in a draft. She quickly moved closer, pressing herself against me, and slightly propped herself up, reaching out a hand
to tuck the blanket around my side. After making sure the blanket was snug, Mother's hand naturally pulled me close, and then her
entire body pressed against mine. This movement caused her high, full breasts
to rub several times before pressing tightly against it.

Mother had repeated this action countless times since I was little. Before, I never
felt ; perhaps my penis hadn't grown yet, or perhaps I was already very
sleepy before falling asleep, and being held in Mother's arms only helped me fall asleep faster, without thinking about anything else.

But I went to bed unusually early tonight. I'm wide awake now, how could I possibly fall asleep? And I don't know
why, but when my mother's breasts rubbed against me, I actually felt a strange, pleasurable sensation, like
ants crawling inside me, an itchy, slightly uncomfortable feeling.

I shifted my hips uncomfortably, and perhaps my movement stirred something, because my mother shifted her body,
pressing her genitals tightly against mine.

At first, I didn't pay much attention and continued to shift, but suddenly I felt a tuft of hair on my mother's genitals, gently tickling my bottom as
I shifted. I immediately froze. I felt
a pang of self-pity, because I had always thought only women had hair, and now that I had hair, I must be a woman. I had always been
proud to be a man, and now knowing I was a woman was such a devastating
blow .

Just then, my eldest sister, who had been quietly talking to my second sister and sleeping next to me, spoke up: "Mom, it's so crowded."

Mom patted my bottom and laughed at my eldest sister, "That little rascal won't sleep properly, he keeps moving around and stirring
up the wind, so I have to squeeze further and further forward." After saying that, Mom moved the hand that was holding my chest
down to my abdomen, and then pulled me back a few times like that.

After returning to the original position, Mom got up and tidied the corner of the blanket on my side. I suddenly felt that the
rubbing of Mom's breasts and the tuft of hair on her genitals made me feel increasingly aroused, but strangely, although it was uncomfortable,
I wanted to continue to feel this sensation.

When Mom finished tidying the blanket and hugged me again, I suddenly felt that my penis had grown bigger and was very swollen
. I was stunned by this reaction. I thought I was sick and was about to tell Mom, but I don't
know why, as soon as I got scared, my penis shrank, and the swollen feeling disappeared.

I had just breathed a sigh of relief when Mom's hand suddenly moved to my abdomen again, pulling me closer to her.
This time, it was Mom's turn to move; her lower body pressed against my buttocks, slowly rubbing up and down. My penis ,
tickled by that tuft of hair, swelled up again, previously drooping, now standing erect.

Mom's hand, which had been gently moving around my navel,
began to move lower and lower, and my penis swelled even more with each movement.

But when Mom's hand touched that tuft of hair, her movements suddenly stopped, because her palm not only
touched my tuft of hair but also my erect penis.

Mom's hand seemed to hesitate for a moment, but she quickly continued stroking my tuft of hair, deliberately avoiding
touching my erect penis. And Mom's lips gently touched my ear, blowing a breath without saying
anything, but it made me even more itchy.

Suddenly, I felt my mother's smooth fingers writing on my back. This was
a game she had come up with a long time ago to teach me to read. At my fourth-grade level, I immediately recognized
the words "grown up."

Although I recognized the words, I was very confused. Did it mean I'd grown hair and grown up? Or that my penis had
grown erect? Thinking this, I quickly turned around. For some reason, my mother
turned away before I could. My erect penis immediately pressed against her buttocks. I felt very
comfortable, and of course, I noticed her body trembling.

I didn't pay much attention. Seeing her back to me, I assumed she wanted me to write on her back for her
to recognize . Since I had a question to ask anyway, I started writing on her smooth back. But suddenly, my mother
became very strange, her body starting to dodge my fingers.

I knew my mother was ticklish, and seeing her movements, I knew she was very ticklish. Suddenly, I felt a surge of playfulness and began
gently stroking my mother's back, waist, and other ticklish spots. My mother started
to squirm , but strangely, before, when I tickled her, she would laugh uncontrollably. But now, she
not only remained silent but also tried her best to control her movements, even retreating towards the corner of the wall. What was
wrong with ?

I pushed forward, tickling her with both hands. Suddenly, I remembered how I felt incredibly itchy when she touched
the . It seemed this was the only way to make her beg for mercy like before.
So, I moved my hands towards her stomach. But at that moment, my mother, who had been ignoring me, grabbed my hands, which
were already wrapped around her waist. I struggled, but she held me even tighter, making it
impossible for me to move.

I panicked, wanting to scream, but for some reason, I didn't want my two older sisters to know
how . Perhaps when my parents doted on me, I never acted like that in front of them,
maybe because I was afraid they would be jealous.

So I decided to find a way to free my hands myself. While I was thinking of a solution, I suddenly felt
my penis throbbing violently. It turned out Mom had pulled her buttocks apart slightly, preventing my penis from pressing against her
. I suddenly remembered that Mom seemed afraid of my little pee-peeing penis; she had been avoiding it since earlier.

I knew I had found a way to free my hands. I wrapped my arms around Mom's slender waist. Although I didn't have
the strength to pull her closer, I could pull myself closer. With a push of my hands and buttocks, my
throbbing penis finally touched Mom's buttocks again.

As I had imagined, Mom's body trembled slightly, and then she immediately shifted her buttocks, moving away...
She moved very slowly, of course, seemingly not wanting her two chatty sisters to know we were
playing . I cooperated, moving slowly as well. With
each step, I felt a kneading sensation rise in my chest, and my mother's body
trembled in response. I

was getting into it, pressing tightly against her buttocks as I moved forward. Finally, she was pressed against the corner of the wall, and I
could feel the hardness of the blanket on the other side of my hand. I was thrilled; my mother couldn't escape anymore. So, with victory in
sight, I thrust my rock-hard penis towards her buttocks.

I immediately realized that this time I wasn't pressing against her buttocks, but rather penetrating her buttocks cleft. My mother's
body jolted again, and she finally released her grip on my hands. I felt my penis being squeezed between her two
plump buttocks; it was tight and warm, so warm that I just wanted my penis to come out and breathe.

So I gently moved my hips back, pulling my penis out.
The friction between the head of my penis and my mother's buttocks gave me an indescribable feeling, a feeling that made me want to experience it again.
Without thinking I immediately thrust my penis forward, but this time it only touched the flesh of my mother's buttocks, not penetrating her buttocks.

My hands were now free, so I immediately pulled them out and stroked my mother's buttocks, caressing
the smooth flesh. Of course, I wouldn't just touch it and be done with it. I found my mother's buttocks and used my hands to
spread them outwards, then thrust my hips forward, pushing my penis in.

When I released my hands, I enjoyed that tight feeling again. This time I wasn't as foolish as before.
I didn't pull my penis out completely, but only a little, then thrust it in forcefully. That way, I wouldn't have to
use my hands to pave the way again.

Of course, my hands, having completed their task, weren't idle either. I reached up, through my mother's armpit, and touched
her full, firm breasts. My other hand slipped under my mother's waist, aiming to caress her
genitals .

The hand that touched her breast immediately found her particularly hard and large nipple. I only touched and pinched it
for a moment before moving on to her other breast, only to find it already occupied by one of her hands.

I had to retreat to my original position.

My next hand, however, was outmaneuvered; it was already occupied by my mother's other hand before it could even make its move. Of course, I
wasn't willing to retreat so easily, so I tried to see if they would agree to form a joint exploration team. As it turned out, I successfully touched my mother's pubic hair.
It was arranged vertically, unlike my triangularly arranged pubic hair. I originally
wanted to explore her urethra, but my ally stubbornly refused to leave, so I had to retreat to the sidelines and caress her vertical pubic hair. Soon, my attention was drawn to my penis. I thrust continuously, each thrust bringing a wave of pleasure, a sensation completely different from the feeling of climbing the pole . The more I thrust, the more I wanted to insert my penis into my mother's body. My penis, now three or four times larger and longer than others my age when erect, finally reached the bottom. But I immediately noticed a slightly , which closed tightly as soon as my glans touched it. When this hole closed, my mother's buttocks became very tight, even squeezing my penis a little painfully. I attacked that hole several times, getting squeezed by my mother's buttocks several times. On the fourth time , I suddenly felt a tingling, electric shock-like sensation surging up from my heels, first to my brain, and then to my penis. My penis felt this current and throbbed violently. A very urgent urge to urinate surged to my head, as if I desperately wanted to pee immediately. I was startled. My mother had given me such a wonderful feeling, and I actually wanted to pee on her? Even though my mother spoils me a lot, I doubt she would forgive me for urinating between her buttocks while I was playing a game. Besides, we're on the kang (heated brick bed), a place for sleeping. How could I possibly pee here? I immediately inhaled, gritted my teeth, and held it in, pressing down on the base of my penis to prevent the urine from leaking out. This was a technique I learned from playing a game as a child to see who could pee the longest. After a while, the urge to urinate finally subsided, and I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I didn't pee on the kang. I'm a fourth-grade student; if people knew I could still wet myself, wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing? Although the urge was gone, the electric shock-like feeling still lingered in my mind. My penis was still erect, but I dared not insert it between my mother's buttocks again. If I couldn't hold it in later, it would be incredibly embarrassing. {When I actually did it with my mother again later, I realized that the little hole was her anus, and my tender penis, of course, didn't actually go inside her; it was just rubbing against her buttocks.} I originally wanted to turn around, but after thinking about it, I inserted my penis back into my mother's buttocks, hugged her slender waist with both hands, and prepared to go to sleep. Because I realized that a lot of time had passed, my two older sisters' conversation had long since stopped, and I could hear their breathing as they slept soundly. But at this moment, my mother lifted her buttocks, letting my penis out. Then my mother turned around to face me, and although it was dark, I could still see the shining light in her eyes. Neither my mother nor I spoke. After a while, my mother reached out and pushed me to turn around, and then started . Based on my senses, I found that the words my mother wrote were a bit difficult to understand. The first sentence was: "Little X, you even fuck your mother's butt!" The X was because that character had quite a few strokes, and I couldn't understand it at all. I was a little stunned because I didn't know what "fuck" meant. Did it mean I was thrusting my penis into my mother's ass like that? Now I understood why those guys always cursed with "fuck your mother." So godmothers really are this fun. Hmm, I wonder if god-sisters are this fun too? But I will absolutely not let those guys fuck my mother or my sister. Only I can do it! I made up my mind. The second sentence my mother wrote was: "When did the hair grow and harden?" I understood this. I turned around, but this time my mother didn't turn around; she just moved her lower body back a little. I could only write on my mother's abdomen: " A month ago."

Mother asked again why I was doing this at such a young age. How would I know what age is appropriate for this? So
I didn't answer, but just touched Mother's lower abdomen.

Mother's fingers slid across my chest, as if she was thinking about what to write. After a while, Mother
quickly wrote a few words, then pushed me around. I thought about it carefully for a moment before
realizing the sentence was: "Too short, useless."

Could she be saying my penis was too short? I'm several times longer than those guys now. I was about to
turn around to protest, but Mother had already straightened the blanket and hugged me tightly. However, she only used one hand to wrap
around my neck, while the other hand grabbed my still erect penis.

She stroked my glans for a while, then let go, as if checking if her hand had gotten
any residue on it. Then, that hand grasped my penis again, gently stroking it up and down. Although being
stroked like this by Mother's smooth, jade-like hand felt good, it couldn't compare to the tightness of Mother's buttocks. So I didn't feel
the urge to urinate at all, letting my mother play with my penis.

Suddenly, my mother pulled up the blanket, covering us both. Before I could react,
my mother's lips gently touched mine again, and she said in a voice only I could hear, "Wow, amazing, you didn't
even cum."

I didn't understand anything about cumming; I just felt suffocated and desperately needed air, so I struggled to get out.

My mother saw me, smiled, straightened the blanket, released her hand from my penis, and went
behind me to write again.

In my sleepy state, I felt it was a sentence: "Don't let anyone know about what happened just now, including your
sister." Although I didn't understand why my sister couldn't know, deep down I still thought it was
best not to. So I nodded and finally fell asleep in my mother's arms. Before falling asleep, I felt my mother still
holding my penis, which was slowly starting to rest with its owner, and playing with it.

Since that day, my mother and I had a shared secret, and our relationship became even closer than before.
One day, I was really desperate to pee, so I ran to the toilet while pulling down my pants. As soon as I got inside, I
pulled my rock-hard penis out of my pants and was about to pee. Good heavens! My mother was peeing inside. I saw her
pants rolled up to her thighs, her underwear pulled down to her knees, her legs spread wide. A stream of white urine was
spraying out from a patch of dark pubic hair. My mother looked at me and asked, "Do you need to pee?" I didn't know
how to answer.

My mother said, "If you're in a hurry, just pee here. I'll move over a little."

She moved over a bit, and since she said so, I peed. I grabbed my hard,
erect penis and tried to hold it down. I finally felt a sense of relief, but it only made things worse. I remembered that night, when I'd
pressed my penis against her bare, broad buttocks. At first, I could hold it down, but then I remembered
the sight of her dark pubic hair mixed with white urine. I couldn't hold it down anymore, and
a stream of urine shot out, hitting the opposite wall and splashing everywhere, getting all over my mother and her buttocks
. I was stunned. I thought she was going to be angry. But she didn't say anything. She just quickly grabbed some
paper, wiped her bottom a couple of times, stood up beside me, pulled up her underwear, and went outside.

After that, I often fantasized about my mother's body, recalling that patch of dark, downy pubic hair. I wondered
what a woman's vagina actually looked like. From then on, I liked to snuggle into my mother's arms, ostensibly to act spoiled, but actually to
take advantage of her. Of course, my mother didn't know what I was doing and didn't mind.

One day, my mother and I went to the market. On the way back, we had to climb a big hill. At that time,
beads of sweat kept dripping from my mother's forehead, and her clothes were soaked through. The sweat made her clothes stick to her body, and her
breasts were tightly wrapped in the wet clothes, standing there. In our local custom, once a woman gets married,
the conservative defenses of a virgin are completely disregarded. Married women can do many
things that . For example, in such hot weather, the village girls still wear thick clothes, but married women
are no longer bound by such restrictions. They can go shirtless at will. "It's so hot!" After
saying that it was too hot, my mother took off her sweat-soaked jacket, and her two big, white breasts, wet with sweat
, were freed from the constraints of her clothes like fleshy balls.

Although she was already a mother of three, her breasts were still very full and elastic. Her two round breasts swayed back and forth
with her movements, like two lively, bouncing balls of flesh on her chest.
The sight dazzled me, and my crotch began to stir. I felt my previously docile
penis starting to throb and slowly rise.

After passing a small grove of trees, my mother needed to urinate. She asked me to keep watch, and with her back to me, she pulled down her pants and squatted down
to urinate. She had probably been holding it in for a long time; as soon as she squatted down, I immediately heard a very strong
, pungent sound of rushing urine, and I saw yellow urine splashing onto the muddy ground in front of her.
My mother squatted down to urinate with her back to me. Since she had already unbuttoned her shirt and now had unbuttoned
her pants to urinate, I could clearly see a naked woman from behind, especially her plump, white
, round buttocks and the tuft of pubic hair in her buttock cleft—all of it was completely exposed to me. It was the first time
I had seen such intimate parts of a woman's body, and reflexively, my penis immediately became erect.

My mother, squatting there without turning around, said to me, "Dog, you've been holding it in long enough, haven't you? Go ahead and relieve yourself.
It's okay, let Mom see your little penis too." My mother had finished urinating by then. Unlike city women, rural
women wipe their bottoms after urinating; she raised her buttocks high and shook them vigorously up and down to
shake off the urine that clung to her vulva and buttocks.

My mother, urinating a few steps in front of me with her legs spread,
was completely exposed to my view of her genitals as she shook off the urine with her buttocks raised high and swaying back and forth. Through the dark
cleft of her buttocks, I saw her purplish-red anus and her vulva surrounded by black hair. Her labia were parted, displaying an
alluring light red color. Tiny drops of urine clung to her labia, pubic hair, and buttocks. The pale yellow urine...
With each swing, they fell like sparkling pearls. Looking at my mother's most private area,
my expression became blank. My eyes were fixed, unmoving, glued to
that thing called a woman's vagina.

Standing behind my mother, I didn't turn around. I took out my penis and started urinating. Although I
was urinating, my eyes remained fixed on my mother's buttocks, so much so that
I didn't even notice the last drop of urine falling onto my trouser legs and shoes.

"Dog, you're such a fool, staring at women like that. Is your mother really that worthy of your gaze?"
I blushed, unable to utter a word.

One day, my older sisters went to visit our aunt, leaving only my mother and me at home. I was very happy.

Since that night when my penis pressed against my mother's buttocks, the following night, my mother had opened her breasts to me
. My hands could freely caress her breasts and squeeze her nipples.

After watching TV, I closed the door, took off my clothes, and got into bed first. My mother turned off the light, took off her clothes in the dark,
lifted the blanket, lay down beside me, and slightly propped herself up
. She reached out a hand and ran it over my body, tightening the blanket around me.

After tucking the blanket in, my mother's hand naturally pulled me close, and then her whole body pressed
against mine. This movement caused her high, full breasts to rub against my bare back several times,
before tightly against it. I wanted to turn around and touch the breasts pressing against my back, but my mother wouldn't let me. She
tied my hands with one hand, while her other hand caressed my body, moving down from my waist to my abdomen,
combing my sparse pubic hair, and grasping my naturally erect penis, stroking it up and down.

Then my mother turned around, her back to me. I turned around knowingly, moving closer to my mother. My erect
penis immediately pressed against her buttocks, and I noticed her body trembling.

I stroked her plump, tender buttocks, and she bent her right leg, guiding my hand to the area between
her legs. In the middle of that mysterious pubic hair, my hand touched a warm, bulging mound of flesh—that
must be the vagina I had seen that day. It felt wet and sticky, and my heart pounded. I
started groping haphazardly on that mound.

At that age, I didn't know how to use my hands to play with a woman's genitals; my fingers were just
passionately exploring. My mother's breathing gradually quickened under my touch. Eventually, my fingers blindly
entered that plump crevice. My mother's labia parted at my touch, and "Ah!"

I heard a sound from her mouth. My two fingers had entered a warm, sticky place,
where there seemed to be a mysterious fleshy cave. Like a little boy playing with a new toy, my fingers
curiously probed inside that "hole."

"Mmm... mmm..." Mother's breathing seemed to become more and more rapid as I probed.

The hole seemed bottomless, the surrounding flesh walls sticky and slippery, with slight protrusions in some places.
I unconsciously began to insert and withdraw my fingers inside.

"Doggy... Doggy..." Mother murmured softly, then suddenly turned around, her face
facing me. In the darkness, I seemed to see Mother's flushed face.

"You're going to die, Doggy!" Mother said, her warm breath blowing on my face. She hugged my
small body tightly, her mouth close to my ear, "Besides your father, this is the first time another man has touched me here."

My hands were tightly held between Mother's legs.

"Doggy, stop, Mother can't take it anymore." Mother's voice was soft.

"Mother!" I cried out in my excitement.

"I'm your own mother, Doggy." Mother still held her legs together, her hand touching my thin bottom.

"What's wrong, Mom?" I asked naively, completely clueless.

Mom paused.

"Will you tell anyone about what I asked you to do?" Mom asked after a long silence.

In the darkness, I shook my head, my head touching Mom's chin.

"And, where's your father?" Mom asked again.

I hesitated, then shook my head firmly again.

Mom stopped talking, and in the darkness, she hugged me tighter, while below, she loosened her tightly closed legs. As her legs
parted, Mom gasped again.

My fingers found that "fun" hole again, and the re-inserted fingers felt
the sticky fluid inside. I started thrusting my fingers in and out again...

I could almost hear Mom's chest pounding with her rapid breathing.

"Mmm... mmm..." Mom's mouth quickly emitted a low moan in my ear. I didn't know why Mom was making those "mmm" sounds. Was Mom in pain? I wondered as I "did" Mom's hole

with my fingers . "Mmm... Ah... Mmm..." Mother's voice grew louder and louder, and I felt my two fingers, which were fiddling inside becoming increasingly wet and sticky, as if a kind of fluid was slowly seeping out of the hole. "Mother, does it hurt?" I finally stopped inserting my fingers amidst Mother's moans. Mother didn't speak; she bit her lip in the darkness. "Doggy... Mother's doggy..." Mother looked down at my face, and in the darkness, I saw her bright eyes. "Mother's doggy is actually doing Mother's thing..." Mother panted. "Mother doesn't hurt, doggy, you can do it, Mother will let you do it..." Mother suddenly bit my ear, though gently. "Silly doggy, Mother feels good ." Mother whispered in my ear. Hearing Mother's last words, I still didn't understand. "How can Mother feel good when I'm fiddling with her cunt like this? If she feels good, why is she moaning like she's sick?" Another question arose in my mind. But regardless, no longer worried about Mother, I started playing around like that again. If Mother's initial moans were somewhat restrained, she was now completely letting go. "Mmm...ah...mmm...ah..." Mother's two rounded thighs were spread apart and clasped together, and she held me tightly. I gradually felt aroused by the woman's moans, and my fingers loosened and prodded...

Instead of playful curiosity, it became excited "doing it" {this is how I understood
the meaning of "doing it" from the words my mother wrote on my back last time}.

"Ah, Doggy... Ah... Doggy..." My mother's legs seemed to stiffen. "Doggy, you're so good
at this, Doggy..." My mother gasped softly.

Suddenly, my mother reached down and grasped my tender but already hard penis. My mother's hand quickly stroked
the penis up and down.

"Doggy... Do it to Mommy, Doggy... Mommy can't take it anymore." My mother said
urgently, .

I didn't understand what my mother meant for a moment amidst her panting.

"Come..." My mother lay back in the quilt, panting, and then I felt her legs spread apart and lifted up in the quilt
, pushing the quilt high.

"Come on top of Mommy," my mother said.

Excited and curious, I obediently moved over and lay on top of my mother from the front.

My face was above my mother's, her legs spread wide on either side of my head, and my hard penis pressed
between them.

I braced myself on the bed, and even in the darkness, my mother's face beneath me was a fiery red.

My penis pressed against her crotch, the glans feeling the presence of her pubic hair.

My mother's hand reached over and grasped my penis.

She guided it there.

"Mmm..." came my mother's breath, and my glans felt something slippery.

"Insert it," my mother said.

Without thinking, I thrust it in.

"Ah!" my mother cried out, my glans and the entire penis plunging in! Entering
a warm, moist, slippery place!

"God!" my mother murmured.

My body lay on my mother's full frame, experiencing the
indescribable .

After a long while, Mother's body finally moved. She bit her lip, saying, "Silly boy," she seemed to want to speak
but held back, placing a hand on my buttocks and patting it.

I didn't understand her meaning, or rather, I didn't notice at all, simply immersed in the indescribable pleasure. This
pleasure was many times more intense than the last time I "fucked" Mother's buttocks!

Mother breathed heavily; if it were daytime, I could clearly see the tears welling in her eyes.

"Dog, move..." Mother said with difficulty, panting.

Hearing Mother's words, I was completely dazed and began to move my penis inside Mother. At first,
it wasn't really thrusting, but rather unconsciously pulling out a little and then unconsciously pushing it back in. The glans rubbed
against the inner walls of Mother's flesh, sending tingling pleasure through me like an electric current, making me feel like I was on cloud nine!

Having tasted the sweetness, I adjusted the depth and frequency of my thrusts without Mother saying anything more, focusing only on pumping my
penis in and out of Mother's mysterious flesh cave!

Mother bit her lip, closed her eyes, and held her legs high as I thrust into her. But after a short while, she
loosened her grip.

"Mmm..." I heard Mother's moans again.

I thrust in and out like I was doing push-ups, filled with novel excitement.

"Mmm... Ah... Ah... Mmm..." Mother's lips moved, moaning dreamily.

I was even more excited by her sounds; my first time with a woman, I forgot everything and repeated the movements like a
robot .

"Ah... Ah... Mmm... God... Ah..." Mother's legs, raised high, stiffened from my thrusting.
Her moans grew louder.

I felt the fluid inside her increasing, my penis moving effortlessly, thrusting incredibly fast. You
know, I always got a perfect score on push-ups in school gym class.

"Ah... Ah ah... Mmm... Ah..." "Ah..." My mother moaned incessantly as I fucked her.

In my excitement, the sound of her voice sent a sudden chill down my spine. That urgent, uncontrollable
urge to urinate, like before, returned. I trembled and collapsed onto her, my penis
thrusting . I urinated, but unlike usual, it was a powerful,
gushing stream that shot into her vagina...

While I urinated, my mother didn't move, her body seemingly stiff. Only after I finished and collapsed limply onto
her did she finally exhale.

To be precise, our first time together wasn't long, but for a boy like me, it was pretty
much over. Of course, I didn't understand any of that back then. After urinating, I just felt a little tired
and lay there on top of her, not wanting to move.

My mother stroked my head, remaining silent for a long time.

I finally lay down beside her, and she continued to stroke my head.

"Mother," I said.

"Hmm." "My mother's languid voice.

I thought, 'Mother, what were we doing just now?'

'What do you think?' Mother's face was smiling in the darkness.

'Mother, we were fucking just now, weren't we?' I said.

'You little rascal!' Mother's hand flicked my nose. 'What do you think?' '

Yes.' "I'm sure," I said.

Mother didn't speak. We sat face to face, and she bit her lip.
This rare display of shyness from a mother living in a rural Northeast China left me, a mere ten-year-old, speechless.

"Besides your father, I've only let you... fuck me..." Her face flushed again.

I hugged her, and I could hear her heartbeat.

"Let me see again," she said, her hand groping below and grasping my penis. My already limp
penis felt the warmth of her hand.

She didn't speak, just gently stroked it.

My hand grasped her breast. Honestly, boys my age aren't very interested in women's breasts,
and my touching was casual.

Her hand continued moving.

My penis slowly hardened again in my mother's hand.

I heard her panting again, "You little rascal," she murmured.

My body grew hot again. "Lie still," she whispered in my ear, then slid down the
covers to my feet. I felt her kneeling beside me. Then, I felt
her hand lift my penis again. Next, I felt a tingling sensation at the tip of my penis, like an electric current.

"Mother," I cried out in indescribable pleasure. My mother

didn't speak, then I felt my penis suddenly enter a warm, slippery, and moist place, a sensation that made my
body float like a leaf. Immediately afterward, it felt as if my penis was being swallowed and released by that place.

I had never experienced such pleasure before, and my body reached the heavens again.

After a long while, my penis seemed to come out, and then my mother crawled over from the foot of the bed. I immediately hugged her.

"Mother, Mother, I want to fuck you again," I said to her.

My mother remained in the same position, and I once again inserted my newly hardened penis into her vagina.

This time, I went at it for a long time, doing push-ups rapidly, without feeling the urge to pee for a long time.

My mother's moans echoed in my ears, which only excited me more, making me thrust harder and deeper!

"Ahhh... um... ahhh..." Later, my mother's moans became a chorus, and her head involuntarily twisted from side to side on
the pillow .

I thrust harder!

"Ah... ahhh... God... ahhh..." My mother twisted her head, her face flushed red like fire in the darkness.

I felt my penis covered in the fluid flowing from my mother's hole, and then I even heard a "gurgling... gurgling" sound coming from her
with each thrust.

"I'm going to die... ah..." my mother cried out.

My arm touched my mother's raised legs, which were so stiff!

"Doggy... doggy... fuck your mother to death, doggy..." my mother twisted her head and kept calling out.

Listening to the woman's cries, I, a teenager, felt inexplicably excited.

I did another three or four hundred push-ups!

"Waaah..." I heard my mother suddenly cry out, "No... no... Waaah... Mom
can't take it anymore Gou'er... Mom's going to die... Ah..."

My mother's cries only excited me more. Although I wasn't sure if my mother was really in pain,
I felt a faint sense of conquest, a man's innate sense of accomplishment.

I finally peed again, once again shooting my urine into my mother's vagina with trembling!

I don't remember much about what happened after that night, only that I quickly became sleepy after peing
and then fell asleep holding my mother's warm body.

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