Suffering Years 115

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(I)
Standing on the deserted street, Ma Haijun, dressed in a tattered military uniform and with disheveled hair, felt lost.
It was early winter in 1977. After the brief period of jubilation following the "Gang of Four's" catastrophe, people returned to their ordinary lives, where resources were still scarce. In
1970, when he was just 20 years old, Ma Haijun responded to the national call and went to the countryside, living a simple peasant life in a remote mountain village. He stayed there for seven years, only returning briefly twice. Last week, he received a letter from his mother, written by Teacher Zhang from the street office, saying that she had asked Director Zhou of the street factory to find him a job at the factory and sent him 100 yuan to help him transfer back. He was to be received here. Haijun hurriedly bought two packs of Daqianmen cigarettes and two bottles of liquor and delivered them to the village chief's house. The village chief, who was picking his teeth, pretended to be unyielding. Haijun only took out 20 yuan, saying it was for the township head's grandson. "Give me candy!" Only then did the cunning village chief relent and stamp the document.
With a creak, the old wooden door opened. "Mom, I'm back!" Haijun called out happily to his mother. There were originally four people in the family. His father, Ma Aijun, was tortured to death by the Gang of Four in 1975. His older sister, Ma Juan, was three years older than him and had no choice but to marry and work in the countryside due to her father's influence. His mother, Zhang Meixia, was 52 years old and worked at the counter of a grocery store. She had short hair that reached her ears, and her round face showed that she was quite pretty when she was young. However, she had become noticeably plump in recent years, with round flesh from her chest to her legs
. "Jun'er, my poor Jun'er, you're finally back! Waaah!" Meixia, wearing an apron and cooking, ran up and hugged Haijun. "You've gotten so dark and thin! Your hair is all greasy and dirty! My poor Jun'er, you've suffered so much. I'm so sorry!" Meixia cried, her hands constantly touching her son's face. "Mom, I'll never leave you again!" Haijun hugged his mother tightly, the two embracing each other close. Haijun felt very comfortable smelling the faint fragrance emanating from his mother's head and bare neck. This was understandable; among the educated youth who had gone to the countryside with him, there wasn't a single woman. It was just a bunch of smelly men all day long, the room always reeking of sweat, body odor, and foot odor. Although there were some young women and wives in the village, Haijun wasn't particularly handsome, and he was also clumsy with words. So, in seven years, he hadn't had a single taste of meat, only able to satisfy his cravings by hearing about men and women from the other educated youth. Haijun inhaled the fragrant scent deeply, feeling the pressure of his mother's full breasts against his chest. Meixia was immersed in the joy of reuniting with her son when she suddenly smelled something burning. She quickly pushed her absent-minded son away, "Oh dear, my food is burnt! Go take a shower, then we'll eat. You smell awful!"
Haijun happily took a hot bath, even using the extra water to wash his hair and shave. After a long day on the road, he was starving. He quickly put on clean clothes and went out to eat. Meixia, having set out the food, sat at the table, propping herself up on her hands as she looked at her son. She had to admit, Haijun looked quite dashing after tidying up. While his face wasn't exactly handsome, he looked very energetic, and with his 1.7-meter height and strong physique, a good young man like him would be a piece of cake to find a wife. "Come and eat, Jun'er! Mom made braised pork for you, all the best pork belly!" Meixia kept piling lean and fatty pieces of meat into Haijun's bowl, picking out the fatty parts for herself. Feeling guilty, Haijun put the thinner piece of meat back into his mother's bowl, but Meixia pretended to be angry and put it back, saying, "Eat more, eat it all! You've suffered so much in that mountain valley. Mom is better off in the city than you." As she spoke, thinking of her son's seven years of hardship, tears welled up in her eyes again. In a moment of emotion, Haijun, imitating a scene from a Soviet novel, caught his mother's salty tears with his lips. Meixia was startled. She laughed and gently slapped her son's head, saying, "Go away! Where did you learn to be so good at flattering your mother? Just don't forget your mother after you get married." Haijun smiled憨厚ly, "Don't worry, Mom, you'll always be number one in my heart. *Smack!*" The audacious Haijun even stole a kiss on his mother's lips, then laughed and stuffed a large piece of meat into his mouth. "You brat, where did you learn that? You've got my mouth all greasy," Meixia said, feeling sweetly amused by her son's antics.
"Mom, you haven't read Soviet novels, so you don't know, but foreigners kiss their family members every morning when they leave and every evening when they come home. It's a way of expressing affection."
"These foreigners are really strange, always kissing for no reason. Their mouths are covered in saliva, so dirty!"
Meixia said, wiping the oil from her mouth and under her eyes. Luckily, it was her beloved son who kissed her; if it had been her deceased husband, she would have kicked him off the bed.
After dinner, Haijun chatted with his curious and concerned mother about many interesting things in the countryside. At ten o'clock, Meixia yawned, "Mom can't take it anymore, I'm getting old, I get sleepy at the appointed time. Why don't you squeeze in with me tonight? You only called this morning to say you were coming home, so I didn't have time to prepare. Your quilt and mattress are damp and torn, I took them to Da Niu's cotton ballering shop to be altered, it won't be finished until tomorrow afternoon. Things are so expensive these days, alterations cost five yuan, when we used to get a new one made for only three yuan." Haijun smoked, watching his mother yawn and grumble as she went into the room. "Jun, stop smoking, come in and sleep!"
"Oh, coming!"
Haijun entered his mother's room, turned around, closed the door, and began to take off his clothes. Haijun was used to the hardships of the countryside and wasn't particularly afraid of the cold. He wore an undershirt and long johns underneath, and then put on an old military overcoat left by his father. He threw the overcoat aside, rubbed his hands, and got into bed. Meixia was plump, and her red sweater was probably a little too small. It felt very tight on her, and she struggled to take it off for a while before getting her head stuck. Seeing that his mother's eyes were covered by a sweater, the naval officer couldn't resist taking a bold look at her. His mother was sitting on the bed, wearing gray-white thermal underwear. Because of the flesh on her lower abdomen and belly, which was bulging high, a large indentation was formed with her crotch, revealing her large underwear underneath. In the very center was another oval indentation. "That's my mother's vulva," the naval officer suddenly thought of his mother's private parts, and his penis in his thermal underwear also became erect. He quickly composed himself so that his mother wouldn't see through him. Between her belly and the sweater that was stuck in her clothes were her breasts, which were bulging high. Judging from the appearance, this thermal underwear was the last thing his mother wore on her upper body, because there were two large round dots that were clearly protruding in the middle of her breasts. "Navy, help me loosen this sweater. Your sister knitted it for me, and I've been reluctant to wear it. Why is it so tight?" Navy used his hands to pull the collar of the sweater slowly, finally freeing it.
Mother and son lay down side by side. Navy, who had been away from home for seven years, felt very happy. He was back in his warm home, eating fragrant braised pork, and lying on his mother's warm bed. He was content. This was happiness! However,
the happy Navy couldn't fall asleep for a while. Perhaps it was because he was so excited and happy to be home for so long! He looked at his mother, who was sleeping soundly with a smile on her face and snoring. He smelled her pleasant fragrance and felt her warm body temperature. Navy's heart fluttered. He turned to his side and covered his mouth with his mother's face. Once his mouth was on hers, he couldn't move away. The soft flesh of her fair face and the fragrance that filled his nose made him feel very comfortable. He had a wonderful feeling in his body. Meixia felt something wet on her face, like something was touching her. Opening her eyes, she saw it was her son's mouth. She thought he must have been in the countryside for too long, his life was hard, and he was homesick. She lovingly stroked his head: "What's wrong? Jun'er, can't you sleep?" Seeing his mother awake, Haijun, afraid of being seen as a "woman," hurriedly said in a flustered voice, "No, I... I'm cold and can't sleep."
Meixia smiled lovingly and pulled Haijun's head to her chest. "Come here, son, let Mom hold you as you sleep. My poor son, you've suffered so much." "!" She seemed to see her son huddled on the rural kang (heated brick bed) wrapped in a thin blanket during a cold winter. Her hands unconsciously tightened their embrace.
Haijun felt as if he had entered a warm harbor. In his 27 years, he had never even touched a woman's hand, yet now his head was nestled between his mother's two plump breasts. Long-term sexual repression had made him forget about generational hierarchy and moral ethics; his mind was filled only with the woman's gentleness, fragrance, and full breasts. His mother's warm body constantly stimulated his senses, and he longed to immediately crawl into her undershirt and suckle her nipples to his heart's content. Meixia, used to going to bed early, was sleeping relatively late tonight because her son had come home. Seeing that her son wasn't complaining of being cold after being held, she soon fell into a deep sleep again.
Haijun, however, was wide awake. He greedily and passionately inhaled the scent emanating from his mother, his face constantly shifting between her breasts, his 27-year-old penis throbbing erect in his long underwear. Haijun remained drowsy, unwilling to pull his head away, unsure if he had truly fallen asleep. His mother's snoring was loud, and the woman who had been holding his head had somehow loosened her grip.
Haijun felt that simply pressing against her and smelling her breasts wouldn't quell his burning desire. He decided to suckle her breasts. Suckling a woman's breasts had been his dream since he was 15, but unfortunately, aside from wet dreams, he had never been able to achieve it.
Even if his mother found out, it wouldn't matter; at worst, she'd scold or beat him. He had endured so much hardship to return from the countryside; his mother wouldn't do anything to him! Having made up his mind, the navy officer raised his head, his hands trembling as he slowly rolled his mother's thermal underwear up to his armpits. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, two plump, white breasts came into view. Due to age, the breasts had become loose and severely sagging, like a half-filled water sack, jiggling with the slightest external force.
What attracted the navy officer most were the two large, dark nipples. Although the breasts had sagged, the nipples were still erect. He extended his tongue and gently touched the left nipple; the moment his tongue touched it… The large, sensitive nipples became uncontrollable, pounding five, then ten times, the tapping turning into a circular sweeping motion. After playing for a while, he couldn't resist taking a small portion of the plump breast into his mouth, his tongue occasionally tracing the nipple inside his mouth.
After being licked a few times, Meixia, who was still asleep, couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Then the itchy feeling grew stronger and stronger, but she still didn't wake up. In her dream, she thought it was her father, the Navy officer, venting his lust again. The inexperienced Navy officer accidentally touched his mother's nipple with his teeth, and Meixia was startled by the pain, which woke her up completely. She shoved Haijun's head away, put down her rolled-up thermal underwear, and slapped him hard across the face. "Haijun, do you know what you're doing? I'm your mother! How could you do this to your mother? Only an animal would do such a thing! Old Ma, open your eyes and look! Look at our good son, bullying his mother!" Meixia slapped her knees repeatedly and wailed,
"Mom, I was wrong, I didn't know it was you. I was half asleep when I felt a woman's breasts near my face, and... and... I couldn't help it... I did that, Mom, I was wrong, I'm not human." Haijun slapped himself repeatedly, begging his mother for forgiveness.
Meixia believed him. Yes! Her son was 27 years old and had never had a girlfriend. How could he not want women?
When his father was his age, he would spend his nights sucking breasts and licking cunts. The more she thought about it, the more she felt sorry for her son, and she felt guilty towards him.
Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Meixia said softly, "Jun, it's all my fault. I left you in that ravine for seven years, and you still haven't gotten married. Our family's class background isn't good, so we haven't saved much money. But don't worry, you have a job now. Although it doesn't pay much, if we two work hard for a couple of years, we'll definitely find you a wife." As she spoke, she hugged her trembling son. "Mom knows how much you miss women. It's a lie to say you don't at your age. You can play with my breasts, but you absolutely can't touch down there. I'll start arranging things for you starting tomorrow. It would be even better if you could meet a suitable girl yourself." After saying that, she simply took off her autumn clothes, closed her eyes, and calmly said... He lay down, excitedly pressing his face against his mother's plump belly, his lips constantly kissing every exposed inch of skin. Soon, his tongue was entwined with her two dark nipples. No longer afraid, he instinctively began to frantically swallow and lick them, occasionally giving them a gentle bite. After playing with them for a while, he excitedly said, "Mom, your nipples have gotten a little bigger." Meixia, with her eyes closed, retorted, "Don't be so irresponsible. I only let you play with my breasts because I'm afraid you'll develop some kind of problem. Don't say such crazy things to me again." Although her words were serious, she was actually quite anxious. Since Old Ma left, she hadn't used her breasts or vagina, and she had no intention of doing so. She was over 50; why should she indulge in such trivial matters and become a laughingstock? She thought she wouldn't feel anything anymore as she got older, so she gritted her teeth and decided to let her son play with her. Who knew that after his wet tongue lingered on her nipples for a while, she felt an intense itch down there, just like when she was with Lao Ma, and even some fluid came out. She dared not moan, lest her son know that being licked "pleasantly" and itchy made her lose face!
After being scolded by his mother, Haijun didn't dare say another word, burying his head and continuing his attack on her nipples. Meixia felt a tingling, itchy, and numbing sensation, the pleasure constantly assaulting her nerves. She estimated that she had produced a lot of lustful fluid down there, but she gritted her teeth and endured it, her face still expressionless. Suddenly, her son shook her hand. Opening his eyes, he saw Haijun grinning and pleading, "Mom, touch me down there, I'm so hard." Before Meixia could answer, he impatiently ripped off his underwear and long johns, thrusting his thick, large penis in front of his mother. Meixia almost screamed when she saw it—oh my god! "This penis is huge! It's a full 18 centimeters long and as thick as a child's arm." It seemed to react immediately, with some fluid leaking out. Her face flushed, and she turned her head away. "You beast, put your ugly thing back in!"
"Mom, please, let me touch it! It's so painful, I'm dying of discomfort! Please, Mom!"
Meixia sighed, but still didn't dare turn her head. She reached out her chubby hand and grasped the middle of her son's penis, slowly stroking it. Each time her mother's hand moved downwards, the pleasure caused by the foreskin separating from the coronal sulcus made Haijun groan. "Mom, use that hand to touch my scrotum, that'll make it come faster!"
"Get lost! If you say another lewd word or make another request, I won't let you touch it!" Meixia's face flushed again when she heard her son say "scrotum," her words harsh, and her hand stroking faster as if she were doing the same. Her other hand, following her son's lead, squeezed the tightly rubbed scrotum. The pleasure of his penis being stimulated by his mother's soft, fleshy gloves intensified. Now, his two testicles were being played with and rubbed by his mother, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy
. "Mom, faster, I'm almost there!"
Meixia exclaimed in surprise. It would be troublesome if he ejaculated on the bed, especially in the dead of winter when washing the bedding would be a hassle. She quickly sat up and pushed her son's body so that his penis was facing outwards, but this position made it very awkward to reach for it. In a moment of inspiration, Meixia sat behind her son, spread her legs, and reached behind him, one hand searching for his penis and the other for his testicles. Her large, plump breasts inevitably pressed against her son's back due to the position. The pleasure of the hot, white breasts undulating against his back intensified. Ignoring the soreness and numbness in her hands, Meixia quickly used her left hand to hold his large, thick penis, which was almost too big to encircle, while her right hand pinched and rubbed her son's two large testicles. The still-virgin Navy officer quickly succumbed.
"Ah, Mom, good Mom, faster, faster! I'm coming, I'm coming, ah, ah, ah..."
Five or six streams of white semen shot into the air like arrows...
After his orgasm, the Navy officer collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. "Get up quickly, you'll catch a cold sleeping like this. Quickly get some hot water to wash your filthy stuff, and then go to the kitchen and sprinkle some coal ash on...that place, the smell is awful." After sending her son away, Meixia quickly removed her long johns and changed out of her panties, which were covered in
her own semen. The mother and son, now calm, lay back down in the now-cold blankets, each lost in their own thoughts.
The Navy officer thought: Mom's hands are so soft. If only she could touch my penis and let me suck her breasts every day. If only she could see my cunt!
Meixia was also thinking: I'm 52, how come I get so much fluid just from licking my nipples? If my son licks my nipples like this every day, what will I do if I want to be fucked by a man?
(To be continued) During the difficult years,
Haijun was used to going to bed early and getting up early in the countryside. He woke up just as dawn was breaking. When he opened his eyes, he saw that his mother was still asleep. Having tasted the sweetness of her breasts, he couldn't resist reaching his hand inside her undershirt. But instead of the large breasts he had expected, he found a small, half-length undershirt. He didn't know why his mother had worn another garment underneath.
When his hand touched the vest, his mother woke up. Opening her eyes, she saw her son preparing to lift the vest protecting his breasts. Meixia raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face. Haijun quickly withdrew his hand, looking at his mother, who had been so docile the night before, in confusion. "Mom, why did you hit me?" "
Haijun, listen to me carefully. Last night, Mom pitied you. What happened last night is over, and you're not allowed to mention it again. From now on, you're not allowed to have those kinds of thoughts. Until you find a girlfriend, Mom can help you get it done once a month, but you absolutely are not allowed to touch me again!"
"I understand, Mom!" Looking at his righteous and stern mother, Haijun could only swallow hard, staring at the ample breasts beneath the vest.
The next morning, Meixia took Haijun to the street factory. After passing through the rusty iron gate, a small courtyard came into view, piled high with empty cardboard boxes. Beyond the courtyard lay the core area of the factory, which was essentially a long, low workshop, combining the work area, changing rooms, and offices. On the left wall, several bright red characters were painted: "Down with the Gang of Four!" On the right wall, at roughly the same height, the characters were chipped and dented, and the words "Vice Chairman Lin" were still faintly visible. Although the rest was illegible, even an eight-year-old would know that it must be followed by "Chairman." Upon entering the work area, Haijun wanted to leap out. A rectangular table was piled high with cardboard, glue, and countless matchboxes. A dozen or so middle-aged women were talking and burning matchboxes. Most of these women were around 40 years old, and two or three were about the same age as his mother. All of these women recognized Haijun's mother, Meixia, who kept calling out to her. Haijun only recognized the older women who were about the same age as his mother. One was Xie Xiaoping, 53 years old, about 1.55 meters tall, very thin, with a perpetually somber face that evoked sympathy. Her son, Wei Qiang, was a classmate of Haijun. Another was Hou Tianjiao, 54 years old, resembling a Maitreya Buddha, always smiling, with a round, plump figure. Then there was Zheng Lixia, the same age as Meixia, also 52. She used to be a concubine of a Kuomintang officer; when the Nationalist army retreated, the officer abandoned her and her infant son, going to Taiwan alone. Although old now, one could still vaguely discern her youthful charm, especially her eyes, which always seemed to hold a pool of water. The remaining seventy or eight were in their forties; Haijun only recognized two or three, but had forgotten their names, and had no recollection of the others.
"Mom, I don't want to work here. These are all old women; it's so embarrassing to talk about them."
"I'll slap you! You think jobs are easy to find these days? I still spent a lot of money on bribes!
Don't you know what kind of class this family is? Do you think a state-owned factory would hire you? If you don't want to work here, go back to your educated youth settlement!"
Haijun softened upon hearing this, seemingly resigned to his fate and waiting for national policies to change. However, policies are unpredictable, not only for Ma Haijun, but even for county magistrates and mayors. They might change tomorrow, or they might remain unchanged for three to five years.
The mother and son arrived at the factory director's office at the very back. Director Zhou, around 50 years old, was smoking and listening to "The Red Lantern" on the radio. "Director, Director," Meixia greeted with a broad smile, bowing low.
"Oh, it's Sister Zhang! Come, sit down, sit down. This must be Haijun. You look so different now, you've grown into a strong young man! When did you get back?"
"I just got home yesterday, Factory Director, please have a cigarette," Haijun said solicitously, pulling a cigarette from a freshly opened pack of Daqianmen cigarettes and offering it to the factory director with both hands, leaving the pack on the director's desk.
"Haijun, it's like this, since Sister Zhang is here too. The situation is this: normally, given your family's class background, I shouldn't be able to take you in, but Old Ma and I have always had a good relationship. Old Ma just didn't have the good times; if he had survived those two years, waiting for Chairman Mao to deal with those bad guys, you'd be enjoying a life of luxury now!" Factory Director Zhou paused, rubbing his dry eyes as if wiping away tears. "I can't just stand by and do nothing about your family's current difficulties, can I? Luckily, a female employee was going back to her husband's hometown, and the factory had a vacancy. I put in a lot of good words for you, and that's how you got this opportunity. Haijun, you have to work hard! Now that you're in, you must keep a low profile and don't cause me any trouble!"
"Thank you for your trouble. This child will need your help from now on!" Meixia said as she took out a neatly folded fifty-yuan note from her handkerchief and stuffed it into the factory manager's Zhongshan suit pocket. The worldly-wise factory manager and Meixia then put on a show of polite politeness, which I won't go into detail about here. After finalizing the date for her to start work at the street factory on the first of next month, Meixia said to her son earnestly, "Jun, I've almost emptied our meager savings for you. I sent you a hundred yuan, and spent a lot more on gifts for the factory manager. You have to be more ambitious. Try to smoke less; a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes costs 39 cents, enough for me to buy two jin of soy sauce. I think you should quit; it's too expensive. By the way, today is only the 20th, and there are still ten days before work starts. Take this time to visit your sister. Your sister has had a hard life. If it weren't for this family dragging her down, with her looks, she could have married a stable worker in the city and lived a good life. Sigh! Take twenty yuan and buy a jin of meat, pork belly, not all lean meat, it's not oily. Also buy some apples and candies. Your sister loves you the most; it wouldn't be right not to visit her."
"Okay, Mom, I'll go tomorrow." Haijun felt a pang of sadness thinking of his sister, whom he hadn't seen for many years. He remembered that since he was 14, he often peeked at his sister taking a bath through the crack in the door. His sister wasn't well-developed; her breasts were small, and her nipples were small too,
pitifully tucked into her flat breasts. She didn't have much pubic hair, just a few sparse rows above her vagina. Ma Juan was slightly prettier than Haijun, with a long face, a ponytail, and a tall, slender figure. She was rather introverted and very timid, which was why she married her current husband, Chen Changhe.
Chen Changhe lived in the suburbs and worked as a repairman in a cotton mill. He was the cousin of Zhao Lifen, a classmate of Ma Juan. One time, Ma Juan went to Zhao Lifen's house to play, and Chen Changhe happened to be there too. This guy took a liking to the slender Ma Juan at first sight and started to pursue her relentlessly. Ma Juan was timid and cowardly, and with Zhao Lifen's encouragement, she would always refuse Chen Changhe's invitations, but in the end, she would have no choice but to go with him. Once, while dining at a restaurant, Zhao Lifen happened to leave midway through the meal. Ma Juan was then drugged by Chen Changhe, who harbored ulterior motives, and taken to a hotel where she was raped. Ma Juan suffered a great loss but dared not report it to the police or tell her family. From then on, she cut off all contact with Chen Changhe and even Zhao Lifen. Unexpectedly, she got pregnant that one time. Zhang Meixia was so angry that she trembled all over and even slapped her daughter twice. But despite the beating, the matter still had to be resolved. In those days, there was nowhere to get an abortion. Besides, with Ma's family background and being labeled a "loose woman," it would be even more difficult for her to get married in the future. In the end, after much discussion, the only solution was for her to marry Chen Changhe. For the first two years of their marriage, Chen Changhe and his family treated Ma Juan well. However, after she gave birth to two daughters, the situation changed drastically. Her mother-in-law constantly made veiled accusations and found fault with her. Changhe returned home less and less often and started an affair with a widow in her thirties at the factory. He also stopped contributing money to the household, leaving Ma Juan and her two children without an egg for a week. Whenever Ma Juan asked him for money, Changhe would resort to the tricks of widows in the city, demanding that Ma Juan suck his dark, dirty penis. If Ma Juan refused, he would withhold her allowance. Poor Ma Juan had no choice but to let her husband vent his frustrations through her mouth. Changhe was not as gentle with Ma Juan as he was with a widow. He hated that Ma Juan had not given him a son to carry on the family line. Every time, he would grab Ma Juan's long hair and thrust his long, black penis into her like a madman, wishing he could stuff his eggs inside. Ma Juan could neither push him away nor dodge him. She could only let her husband, like a wild beast, repeatedly push his stinking, dirty penis into her throat. After ejaculating, Changhe would not allow her to spit it out. He would pinch her mouth and force her to swallow the thick, fishy semen that flowed from her mouth through her throat into her stomach, making her feel extremely nauseous. Every time after they finished, Ma Juan wished she could vomit her intestines out. Moreover, Changhe was a wicked man. Although he made her suck his penis at least twice every time he came back, he never fucked her again. When they first got married, Ma Juan was terrified that the energetic Changhe would fuck her day and night. Whenever he wanted, he would pin her down on the bed, often while her vagina was still dry, and Changhe would thrust his thick, hard penis in and fuck her hard and fast, causing her vagina to often burn with pain. Now that he had stopped, Ma Juan was secretly glad that she was no longer being violated. But men are also perverse. As time went on, sometimes her vagina would itch terribly at night, and she would desperately crave a thick, hard thing to insert into her for a while. She didn't dare to ask Changhe for it; that would be too shameless. When she couldn't bear it any longer, she could only use two fingers to slowly probe inside her vagina to relieve her fatigue when the two children were asleep...
Haijun took the money his mother gave him and bought two yuan's worth of pork belly on the street. It was 72 cents a pound, about two and a half pounds. He estimated that it should be enough for his sister to make a big bowl of braised pork. He thought about the apples and candies his mother had asked for but decided against buying them. These things were nice, but impractical. His sister's family was so poor; it would be more economical to give her the remaining money directly to help with household expenses.
He waited an hour for the bus. There was only one bus a day to his sister's village; even if it was difficult to catch, he had to wait. If he missed it, he'd have to wait until the next day. After a 40-minute ride, Haijun got off and flagged down a tractor. He learned it happened to pass by his sister's village. After another 20 minutes of bumpy travel on a rugged path, they finally arrived at their destination. The village was called Shangpai Village, with a small population of only about twenty households. It was Haijun's first time there, and he didn't know which house it was. After asking villagers along the way, he walked for five minutes and finally found his sister's house. The house wasn't tall, built of mud bricks, with a small room on each side, a long main hall in the middle, and another room on each side, totaling five rooms. From a distance, the shape resembled the Chinese character for "roof" without the top dot. Four or five chickens wandered aimlessly around the neatly swept front door. Two dirty girls, about five and three years old respectively, sat on the wooden threshold of the main room, stuffing snow into their mouths. Haijun felt a lump in his throat. Smoke was billowing from the chimney in the kitchen on the right. He stepped inside and saw a disheveled woman stuffing firewood into the stove. Was this his sister? "Sister, sister," he tried calling out twice. The woman, who was cooking, looked up and suddenly covered her mouth, bursting into tears. "Brother, you've finally come! Do you know how much I've missed you? I dream of you every night!" The woman dropped the fire tongs and ran over, hugging Haijun tightly.
"Sister, let me see you properly!" Haijun, tears welling in his eyes, pulled away from the weeping woman's tight embrace. Good heavens!
Was this still his sister? The woman's dry, yellow hair was a tangled mess; her once beautiful ponytail was gone. Her face was dark and wrinkled, her eyes devoid of any life. She wore a thin men's cotton-padded jacket and trousers, worn for many years and riddled with holes, and cloth shoes on her feet despite the cold weather. The woman, barely 30, looked at least 36 or 37. Haijun's heart ached terribly. He passionately kissed away the salty tears from his sister's eyes with his dry lips. Ma Juan quickly pushed her brother away, worried that their mother-in-law might suddenly walk in and see them. "Brother, you've gotten darker and thinner, but you're much stronger than before, like a real man!" Ma Juan said, wiping away the remaining tears from her eyes and smiling at her brother. Ma Jun slapped his forehead. "Oh dear, sister, look at my brain! Here, this is fresh pork I bought this morning. Make me some braised pork!" He handed the wrapped meat to his sister. Haijun took over the fire-starting work and chatted intimately with his sister while cooking. It wasn't until
the meal was served that Ma Juan learned from the children that her parents-in-law had gone to their daughter's house in the city about half an hour before Haijun arrived, supposedly to stay for a while, but actually to help take care of the children. Ma Juan thought about how her mother-in-law neglected her two children, yet went so far to help her daughter with her kids, and her eyes involuntarily drooped.
"Where's my brother-in-law?"
"Him? He comes back when he's happy, and disappears for a month or two when he's not. I heard he's hooked up with a young widow. Sigh, my sister's life is so hard!"
Haijun sighed, resenting his inability to help his sister out of her predicament. At the table, he kept putting chunks of lean meat into his sister's and the children's bowls, refusing to eat any of the lean meat his sister gave him, claiming he had a sensitive stomach and couldn't eat oily food. The two poor children hadn't seen such delicious meat for a month or so. Their bellies were bulging, but they still wanted more. Ma Juan, worried they'd upset their stomachs, threw a tantrum and forbade them to eat anymore before finally stopping. After the meal, the siblings sat on the warm fire and chatted endlessly. Haijun, estimating it was almost time, was anxious to leave, worried about missing the bus back to the city. His sister didn't try to stop him; after all, her family was so poor they couldn't afford a single cigarette or an egg, and she had nothing to offer her brother. When she saw him off, both siblings cried. They had always been very close, with the sister always saving the best food for Haijun, lying that she had already eaten. Now, after more than two thousand days and nights of painful separation, they were finally reunited, but they had to part again so soon.
Haijun walked along the road, secretly vowing that once he was better off, he would make his sister divorce that bastard, bring her and their two children back to the city, and if he could find someone new, he would; if not, he would take care of his sister for the rest of his life. Just as they reached the village entrance, a sudden downpour began. With no houses in sight and nowhere to hide, Haijun was quickly soaked to the bone. The icy rain seeped into his burning body from his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Every step in his wet shoes was torture. "Brother, Haijun!" Just then, he heard a woman's voice calling from behind—it must be his sister! Haijun turned and ran back. He saw his sister struggling to run towards him, holding a large umbrella. The two embraced and returned to his sister's house in the pouring rain. "Idiot! Running in such heavy rain! Didn't you know to come back? What if you got frostbite? It's so cold!" His sister poked Haijun's forehead with her finger while drying him with a towel. The rain just wouldn't stop, and even when it cleared up, there were no buses back to the city. It seemed they'd have to stay at their older sister's place for the night.
Ma Juan chopped some radish pieces and put them in the leftover braised pork from lunch. The radish, infused with the aroma of the pork, tasted delicious. Haijun still couldn't bear to eat any; the two children scraped every last drop of oil from the bottom of the bowl before they were done. They were so happy today; they'd seen their legendary uncle and even got to eat some fragrant braised pork. Because they'd eaten so much, Ma Juan gave them a quick wash at seven o'clock and then told them to go to bed.
Ma Juan's family only had two beds. Her mother-in-law had locked the door when she left, so Haijun had to squeeze in with his sister and child. There was no entertainment, and it was cold. After washing his face and feet, Haijun lay down on the bed, leaning against the wall and chatting idly with his sister who was washing her face. Suddenly, his sister's face seemed to flush slightly, then she turned around, lifted the hem of her shirt, and put a towel inside to wipe herself. Haijun immediately realized she was wiping her breasts, and a sudden flutter ran through him. Although Ma Juan lived in poverty and didn't have nice clothes, she maintained her hygiene habits from childhood. "Brother, turn your face away, don't look. I need to wash. Wait for me to call you back." Haijun turned his face inward, listening to the rustling of her pants being unzipped and the soft sound of running water. He imagined where the towel would go, and the image of his sister's snow-white buttocks and tender genitals that he had peeked at as a boy flashed before his eyes. Had her buttocks gotten bigger after more than ten years? Had her pubic hair grown thicker? Is her genitals still red? After wiping herself
off
, Ma Juan and her brother continued their endless chatter side by side.
"Brother, why aren't you married yet? You're 27, not young anymore, haven't you met anyone suitable?"
"Sister! You know our family's class background isn't good, and I'm clumsy with words, I don't know how to please women, sigh! I also want a woman who cares for me and warms my bed!"
After hearing her brother's words, Ma Juan suddenly felt a little embarrassed, because at this moment she was lying in the same bed with her brother, but she could never be his woman!
"So, did you get together with some country girl while you were working in the countryside, and then dump her when you went back to the city?"
Ma Juan teased her younger brother with a smile.
"No, sis, I really didn't! I've never even held a girl's hand!" Haijun explained, blushing. He thought to himself: What happened with Mom last night probably doesn't count. Mom isn't a girl,
and she sees her 27-year-old brother acting like a girl, easily swayed. Ma Juan understood why he hadn't had a girlfriend. Besides his class background and poverty, this was also a major reason. Thinking of this, she felt sorry for this seemingly clumsy boy. The younger brother, who was actually quite clever,
asked with a chuckle, "Do you often think about women at night?" Ma Juan continued to tease him, hoping that a few jokes would liven him up; being so withdrawn wouldn't do in society.
"Yes, I do, but it's no use. Nobody wants to be with me!" Haijun, unaware that his sister was joking, grew increasingly discouraged. Thinking about how he couldn't even find a woman, he simply hid under the covers, ignoring Ma Juan.
"I'm just worried about you. Are you angry, Haijun?" Ma Juan said, gently kicking her brother's leg. Haijun pretended to be asleep, ignoring his sister. After a couple of kicks, Ma Juan felt as if she were back in her childhood, when the two siblings would often pretend to fight in bed. It was hard to believe her daughter was almost the same age she had been then, and a wave of sadness washed over her. The thought that she might spend her whole life in a desolate, impoverished rural village, never to return to the bustling city, made her even more heartbroken. Lamenting the misfortunes of both she and her brother, Ma Juan couldn't help but hug her brother's broad back. A mature masculine scent wafted through her thermal underwear into her nostrils, and she hugged him tighter. "Brother!"
The fragile, pitiful woman began to sob softly again.
"Sister, why are you crying again? I'm not angry with you, I hate myself for being useless! Be good, sister, don't cry!"
Haijun, unaware of the real reason for his sister's tears, turned around and comforted her tenderly. Ma Juan felt even more wronged by her family's concern, and tears streamed down her face. Haijun hugged his sister tightly, pressing his lips to her face to kiss away the salty tears.
The siblings held each other tightly, and after some time, Haijun suddenly pressed his lips to his sister's small mouth and kissed her deeply. Ma Juan was startled and quickly pushed her brother's hot body away. "Jun, are you crazy? I'm your sister! You can't do this!" Haijun suddenly came to his senses and slapped himself hard. "Sister, I didn't mean to. You smell so good. I...I...I couldn't help it." "Alright, alright, I don't
blame you. Go to sleep, it's cold!"
The siblings turned off the light and went to sleep back to back. Haijun deliberately pressed his buttocks tightly against his sister's fleshy bottom. The large bed had two adults and two children sleeping, which wasn't very crowded, but it was still a bit cramped. So Ma Juan didn't pay much attention to his closeness. After a while
, the warm blankets and his sister's faint fragrance made Haijun drift off to sleep comfortably. Ma Juan, however, couldn't fall asleep. Her brother's impulsive kiss had deeply wounded her. She didn't blame Haijun at all; instead, she felt even more sorry for him. A 27-year-old man who had never even touched a woman's hand, even though he had a job now, how long would it take to save up his meager wages from the street factory and her mother's small salary to afford a wife? She desperately wanted to help her brother, but her own situation was even worse than her family's. How could she possibly help him?
Seeing him kiss her in his moment of impulse, what if he eventually raped her? If that happened, her mother's survival would be in question! Thinking of this terrifying scenario, Ma Juan became even more worried! Suddenly, a strange thought popped into her head: Why not, why not, why not give myself to her brother… After all, she was already a used woman. Before their marriage, Changhe had complained that her breasts were too small, not satisfying enough, and after having two children, her husband complained that she wasn't tight enough during sex and wouldn't sleep with her anymore. A woman's body is just that—it's valuable and she can hold onto a man only if he desires it. If a man doesn't even touch her, her body is worthless! Besides, she herself sometimes thinks about that kind of thing, so isn't this the best of both worlds? Although it's shameful for a sister and brother to sleep together, how would anyone know? She repeatedly encouraged herself in her heart. Although she had figured it out, the thought of actually doing it with her younger brother, whom she had played with since childhood, still made her hesitate and unable to make up her mind...
Half an hour later, Ma Juan finally gritted her teeth and decided to take this difficult step. She moved the two sleeping children a little closer. Children are easy to coax; if they woke up and were discovered, she could just make up a lie to appease them.
Ma Juan hugged her sleeping brother from behind again, and she slipped one hand inside his undershirt, gently stroking his strong chest muscles and warm belly. Actually, she neither understood nor liked these lewd touches and licks, but Changhe's lewd tricks were endless, and over time she was forced to learn many of them. She tried hard to recall the scenes when Changhe played with her, it seemed that he liked to lick her dark nipples with his hands or tongue, and before each time he had sex with her, he would force her head to press on her thin chest and force her to lick, and after licking for a while he would moan and groan in pleasure! She also wondered, do men feel anything when their nipples are licked?
In his sleep, the navy dreamed that he was being caressed by a gentle woman with soft hands. The woman's head was covered so that her face could not be seen, and she smelled of a pleasant face cream and a woman's body fragrance. Her figure looked like both an older sister and a mother. Her hand was very skillful, constantly teasing his small nipples, making waves of tingling sensations like electric currents strike his nerves. To cooperate with the woman's magic hand, he lay flat. Suddenly, the pleasure intensified. Something had been put on his nipples, making them wet. Haijun abruptly opened his eyes. Good heavens!
This wasn't a dream. There really was a woman on top of him, licking his nipples with her small tongue. His sister!
It could only be his sister!!
"Sister, what are you doing?" Haijun felt uneasy, but he couldn't bear to push her away. This ticklish feeling was too good!
"Shh, don't wake the baby. Is it good, little brother?" After saying this, Ma Juan bent down again, focusing intently on making her brother feel good. Something she usually hated, she did without hesitation today, because she had a belief in her heart: to let her poor little brother truly experience the pleasure of a woman.
The older sister's small, wet tongue coiled around Haijun's nipple, waves of pleasure washing over him. Haijun felt his penis was about to burst through his long underwear, and he couldn't help but moan softly to express his boundless pleasure. Ma Juan was happy to see her efforts were working. She released the nipple from her mouth, shifted her body upwards, and put her tongue into her brother's open mouth. One hand slipped into his crotch and grasped his large penis. Haijun's mind went blank. He instinctively sucked on the small penis that had entered his mouth, taking a couple of sucks. The taste was incredibly refreshing and sweet. Oh my god! I'm drinking my sister's saliva! My sister's saliva is so delicious! He excitedly and frantically sucked on his sister's tongue until Ma Juan's tongue went numb and she wouldn't let him anymore.
"Sister, your saliva is so delicious, so sweet!"
"Brother, how come your penis is so big! It's so long and thick, it's terrifying! What woman wouldn't want to be fucked to death by you if she married you?" Ma Juan's small hand gently traced back and forth from Haijun's scrotum to the head of his penis. This penis, in terms of length, hardness, and thickness, far surpassed Changhe's. Just thinking about such a large penis inserted into her vagina, which had been empty for a year, made Ma Juan's body tremble, and it seemed that some water seeped out from below. She quickly pulled off Haijun's long underwear and panties, and first touched the glans with her tongue a few times. Fortunately, Haijun had washed it carefully with hot water earlier, so there was no smell. Then she took half of his glans into her mouth. It was very difficult for her to suck on her brother's penis because it was so thick, and her mouth was small. But in order to make her brother feel completely comfortable, she still tried her best to swallow the thick penis little by little. Finally, half of it went in. Ma Juan gently moved her head. The foreskin, which was soaked with saliva, made it easier for her to swallow and spit it out.
Haijun looked at his sister with her hair down and her small mouth wrapped around his penis. He felt that this happiness had fallen from the sky. He had lived for 27 years and never thought that a man could be so happy. The feeling of his penis going in and out of the woman's warm mouth was a hundred times more comfortable than masturbating. Especially the glans and the groove of his penis. Every time he rubbed, he would feel a shiver of pleasure. The thought that the woman in front of him was his beloved older sister who had depended on him since childhood made the stimulation seem to expand infinitely. He felt like he was about to explode. Hearing her brother's soft moans and his trembling body, Ma Juan knew he was enjoying it immensely. She intensified her sucking and licking, occasionally releasing his penis to gently stroke it with her hand. Her mouth then turned its attention to his tight, wrinkled testicles, her tongue sweeping back and forth across the skin. She even took both testicles into her mouth alternately, sucking and spitting them out a few times. These were things Changhe used to coerce her with living expenses or even force her to do, but tonight she did them with complete ease. She pitied her brother's tragic fate, his seven years spent in the deep mountains, and his 27 years without a woman. At this moment, she even felt a little grateful to Changhe for teaching her these novel techniques for pleasing men. Watching her brother so comfortable, like a god, made her feel happy too. Under his sister's vigorous licking, Haijun felt he was about to ejaculate. He didn't want to ejaculate immediately; once a man's semen was released, it was like a deflated balloon—no more fun. He roughly pulled his sister up and pinned her down, quickly stripping off her thermal underwear. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, just a pair of boxer briefs, which Haijun ripped off. Ma Juan obediently followed her brother's lead, her eyes closed and hands outstretched, awaiting his intimate touch.
Haijun carefully examined his sister's naked body. Ma Juan, just over 30, had breasts that looked somewhat flat and sagging, the little flesh squeezed under her breasts. Haijun estimated his large hands could easily grasp both breasts. Her nipples, perhaps from too much breastfeeding, were dark and large, looking disproportionate to her small breasts.
"Brother, your brother-in-law always complains about my small breasts. They've sagged even more in the last two years. Don't you like them either?" "Sister
, I like them! Small breasts are beautiful too!" Haijun said, stuffing one breast entirely into his mouth. He mimicked his sister, sucking and spitting the breast in his mouth. His mouth was large, but the breast was small, making it easy to swallow and spit. After suckling for a while, he switched to the other breast, his hand pinching and rubbing the large, saliva-covered nipple he had just spat out. Ma Juan, long deprived of sex, felt intense pleasure as her sensitive areas were played with. Afraid of waking the child, she covered her mouth with her hand, trying hard to remain silent. Seeing his sister's pleasure, Haijun spat out the nipple and gave her a憨厚 smile. "What are you laughing at? If you think it's too small, then don't play with it," Ma Juan said, pretending to be angry, and even poked her brother's forehead with her finger. Haijun ignored his sister and lowered his head again, circling his tongue around the nipple, sometimes gently biting it. Ma Juan's pleasure intensified with each wave, and she felt fluid constantly dripping onto the sheets. Having had his fill of playing with the breasts, Haijun lowered his head to admire his sister's genitals, but unfortunately, he couldn't see anything in the darkness. He simply covered her genitals with his mouth. Haijun, who had never been so close to a woman's genitals before, found the taste strange. Wet and warm, a little fishy, a little pungent, and a little salty—so this is what a woman's vagina smells like. It's not pleasant, but it's not foul or disgusting either. The longing for the mysterious female genitalia, combined with the fact that this smell belongs to his dear sister, made Haijun even find it somewhat fragrant. Having no experience to draw upon, he simply took every piece of flesh he could reach into his mouth, his tongue licking haphazardly everywhere. The clumsy navy man accidentally sucked on his sister's clitoris. After only a couple of strokes, Ma Juan trembled violently, like a small boat in a vast ocean, forgetting she shouldn't make a sound. "Brother, don't lick there, just put it in! I can't take it anymore!"
"Okay!" the navy man obediently replied, his hand on his penis as he haphazardly thrust it towards her vagina. After a few thrusts, he couldn't find the right spot, and he was sweating profusely. "Sister, where is your vagina? I've been trying for ages and can't get it in!"
Ma Juan was both angry and amused by her brother's vulgar language. She guided his thick penis to the entrance of her vagina with one hand, and with the other, she gave the navy man a sharp flick on the forehead. "Next time you use such vulgar language as 'vagina' to talk about your sister, you can forget about touching me!"
"Sorry, sis, I was just too excited!" Haijun was incredibly obedient, but his penis, once it reached the entrance, showed no mercy. He didn't know the depth, just thrusting it straight in with all his might.
"Ah! It hurts so much! It's going to kill me! Slowly push it in! It's too big, pull it out!" Ma Juan hadn't expected her brother to be so barbaric, shoving his long penis all the way in without any preparation. Luckily, there was enough lubrication, otherwise, he would have been killed. Haijun was startled and quickly pulled his penis out. He didn't know what to do next, just stupidly holding his penis in his hand, waiting for his sister to speak.
"Sigh, so stupid! Slowly push it out, then slowly pull it out, understand?" Ma Juan was furious. She told him to pull it out, and he actually did! This silly brother, he was obedient when he shouldn't have been, yet he dared to kiss her on the lips. As soon as it was pulled out, her vagina, which had just felt a little better, felt empty and adrift again.
She simply turned Haijun's body down, groped her way to align the opening with his glans, and slowly sat down. Pleasure instantly coursed through every cell of her body. His thick penis filled her vagina completely, sweeping away the long-standing emptiness. Although Haijun's penis was large, Ma Juan was, after all, a woman married for six years and had given birth to two children; as long as it didn't reach the cervix, it wouldn't hurt. The moment his penis was inserted, Haijun let out a long cry. His sister's vagina gripped his penis tightly, feeling incredibly comfortable. The warm water and tender flesh inside continuously transmitted pleasure from his penis to her nerves.
Ma Juan held her brother's hand, her body rising and falling slowly and then faster. Tonight's stimulation surpassed any she had ever experienced before. The pleasure of having her brother's thick penis inside her vagina reached its peak, both physically and mentally. After five minutes, Ma Juan leaned down, putting her tongue into her brother's mouth, her buttocks moving rapidly with a slapping sound. Haijun was still a virgin; his sister's kissing of his nipples and sucking his penis had almost made him ejaculate. Now, with his lust-fueled sister using her buttocks for five minutes, the tingling sensation on his glans was becoming increasingly intense. He took his sister's offered tongue into his mouth, sucking hard while thrusting his hips upwards, whimpering, "Sister, good sister, I'm coming, I'm coming..."
Ma Juan felt herself approaching as her brother's hot semen burned her. Fortunately, her penis hadn't gone soft immediately after ejaculation. She desperately pressed herself against her brother's penis, her tongue intertwining with his. "Mmm...
mmm..." The siblings finally reached orgasm. To avoid their children discovering, Ma Juan refused her brother's request to hug her.
The next morning, Haijun and his sister hid in the kitchen, kissing, licking, and touching each other's breasts for about twenty minutes before reluctantly going home.
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