Guo Jing's childhood

While the Han siblings were indulging in incestuous pleasures in the guest room, Duan Tiande forced Li Ping to secretly
leave the inn and flee north at night.

After more than ten days of walking, Li Ping's belly grew increasingly swollen, and wearing men's clothing only aroused suspicion, so Duan Tiande had to make
her change into women's clothing. Chased everywhere, Duan Tiande lived in constant fear, like a stray dog... This
life of lack of desire and food drove him to the brink of madness.

Several times, while staying at inns, the lustful Duan Tiande, disregarding Li Ping's impending delivery, frantically tore off
her clothes. Li Ping, unwilling to be humiliated, clung to Duan Tiande and bit him desperately. However, a woman's strength was limited,
and being nearly ten months pregnant, even the slightest touch to the fetus caused excruciating pain; how could she be a match for Duan Tiande? Ultimately
, she inevitably had her clothes torn off and was pinned down by this villain. Strangely, whenever Duan Tiande was about to force himself on her, the Han
siblings would always appear just in time. Li Ping secretly thanked her husband for his spirit, while Duan Tiande gritted his teeth in hatred,
yet helpless.

As Li Ping's belly grew larger each day, her already plain appearance worsened, compounded by severe pregnancy symptoms
and edema, making her even more unsightly. Duan Tiande, that lewd scoundrel, could no longer muster any lustful
thoughts. Occasionally, however, he would pin Li Ping down, tear open her clothes, and use his mouth and hands to tear and bite her swollen, deformed breasts,
venting his uncontrollable lust. As Li Ping neared her due date, her breasts began to secrete fluid,
which would gush out with each bite from Duan Tiande.

Duan Tiande laughed wildly, "Even if I can't have you, I'll suck your milk dry, you slut!"
With that, he opened his foul mouth and bit down hard on Li Ping's nipples. Li Ping was in excruciating pain, unable to escape, and could only
desperately struggle, but her breasts were inevitably bitten until they were bruised and swollen.

Li Ping and Duan Tiande traveled north... their journey marked by constant fighting and cursing, without a moment of peace.

After only a few days, Han Baoju and his sister Han Xiaoying caught up with them. Duan Tiande lamented his bad luck:
he had originally intended to use Li Ping as a hostage to deter enemies in case of danger. But the situation
had changed. He figured he could easily escape alone, and keeping this shrew around was a major threat.
He'd rather kill her and clean up the mess.

Little did he know, Li Ping was also constantly seeking an opportunity to assassinate her husband's killer. However, Duan Tiande always
bound her hands and feet before bed each night, preventing her from doing so. Seeing the murderous glint in his eyes, she knew he harbored murderous intent and
silently prayed, "Brother Xiao, Brother Xiao, please protect me with your spirit and let me kill this villain. I'm coming to
meet you now." Li Ping quietly drew a short sword from her bosom and gripped it tightly. This short sword was a gift from Qiu Chuji,
and because it was well-hidden, Duan Tiande never discovered it. Since this villain stopped abusing her, Li Ping had been
hiding the short sword close to her body, just in case. Duan Tiande had long lost interest in this heavily pregnant woman. Even when he
couldn't bear it, he would only tear open her clothes, grab her swollen breasts, and
roughly squeeze them to relieve himself. He no longer stripped her naked and harassed her as he had done before. In recent days, the Han siblings had been
relentlessly , and Duan Tiande had been fleeing with Li Ping, neglecting his lust. This allowed Li Ping to hide the short sword close to her body.

Duan Tiande sneered, "I'll send you to your death to meet your traitorous husband." He then raised
his sword to strike her head. Li Ping, resolute in her death, showed no fear. Facing the incoming blade, she used all her strength
to thrust the short sword fiercely at Duan Tiande. Duan Tiande felt a chill run down his spine. He tried to
knock the short sword away , but it was incredibly sharp. With a clang, half of his dagger was severed and fell to the ground. Before
he could even react, the tip of the short sword was already pressed against his chest. Duan Tiande was terrified and leaned back. With
a "swoosh," his clothes were ripped open by the short sword, leaving a long, bloody gash from his chest to his abdomen. If
Li Ping exerted even a little more force, Duan Tiande would have been disemboweled. In a panic, Duan Tiande quickly picked up
a chair to block Li Ping's further attacks. He shouted, "You wicked woman, put away your knife, or I won't kill you!" Li Ping,
however, was already weak and powerless. At the same time, the baby in her womb was throbbing. She could no longer fight Duan Tiande and
could only sit on the ground, panting heavily, but still clutching the short sword tightly in her hand.

Fearing discovery by Han Baoju and his sister, Duan Tiande wanted to escape alone, but also worried that Li Ping would reveal his whereabouts to the enemy. He
had no to force her onto a boat and head north along the Grand Canal, passing Linqing and Dezhou, until they reached Hebei province. After that incident,
Duan Tiande dared not make any further advances towards Li Ping. Occasionally, he would sneakily grab and fondle her breasts, but Li Ping's short sword kept him busy and flustered.
For the first time, Li Ping could protect herself, and her short sword remained constantly by her side. Duan Tiande, fearing the sword's sharpness,
was more was that every time he stayed ashore, no matter how secluded the location,
someone would soon come looking for him. Later, besides the Han siblings, a blind man wielding an iron cane also appeared. Fortunately,
none of the three recognized him, and he was always in the open while they were in the shadows, allowing him to escape in time, but it was still
a perilous situation .

Not long after, Duan Tiande encountered a problem that gave him a headache. Li Ping suddenly went mad,
often shouting incoherently in inns and on journeys, attracting attention. Sometimes she would tear her hair and clothes, behaving strangely. At first, Duan Tiande
thought she had suffered a series of terrible events and was confused, but after a few days, he suddenly realized that she was deliberately leaving traces to prevent her pursuers
from losing their trail. This made it even more difficult to escape

the pursuit of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan. At this time, the heat of summer was gradually fading, and the autumn winds were beginning to blow. Duan Tiande had fled to the far north, and the silver he carried was
almost gone. The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan were still relentlessly pursuing him. At his wit's end, he couldn't help but lament, "Back when
I was an official in Hangzhou, with chicken, wine, money, and courtesans, how carefree and happy I was! Why did I
go to Niujia Village to kill that shrewish hussy and bandit husband for a few taels of silver? Now I'm suffering this torment." Duan Tiande
considered and sneaking away alone. But then he thought again, and he never dared to plot against her, nor had he
ever succeeded. This protective charm had become an inescapable burden, forcing him to live in constant fear that she
would seek revenge for his husband's murder, causing him immense distress.

Before long, they arrived at Yanjing, the capital of the Jin Dynasty. Duan Tiande thought that the Jin capital was vast and populous, so he found
a secluded place to hide. He figured that if he could just find an opportunity to kill this shrew, even the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, with their extraordinary abilities, wouldn't be able to find
him.

He was full of calculations, but unexpectedly, just as he reached the city gate, a troop of Jin soldiers came out and, without asking any questions,
seized the two of them, forcing them to carry loads. Li Ping was short, so the loads the Jin soldiers gave her were lighter. Duan Tiande's shoulders...
His head felt like it was weighed down by a hundred-pound burden, causing him to groan in agony.

This group of Jin soldiers followed an official northward. The official was an envoy sent to the Mongol tribes to deliver the Jin emperor's edict
. The accompanying Jin soldiers indiscriminately conscripted Han Chinese civilians as porters, forcing them to carry luggage and provisions. Duan Tiande protested,
but the Jin soldiers' whips lashed down on his head. He had experienced this many times before, so it was
nothing new to him. The only difference was that previously he was the one whipping the civilians, but today the Jin soldiers were whipping him
. The whips were no different, but his head was vastly different.

Li Ping's belly grew larger and larger, and the arduous journey carrying the load was utterly exhausting. Fortunately, she had been a farmer since childhood, accustomed to
hardship , and possessed a strong body. Moreover, she was willing to risk her life, so she managed to keep going. For the next several dozen days,
they traversed the bitterly cold desert.

Although it was only October, the northern lands were already bitterly cold. On this day,
snowflakes fell heavily, the yellow sands vast and endless, offering no shelter from the wind and snow. Three hundred men marched in a single file across the boundless plains with great difficulty
. As they marched, faint shouts suddenly came from the north, and amidst the rising dust, they saw ten thousand horses galloping, countless
soldiers rushing towards them.

Just as the men were filled with panic and confusion, the large army surged in. It turned out to be a defeated army. The
soldiers were dressed in fur coats, and it was unclear what tribe they belonged to in the northern deserts. Seeing the overwhelming force of the defeated army, the Jin soldiers' ranks immediately
fell into chaos. The soldiers threw down their bows and spears, scattering in all directions in a frantic flight. Some, having lost their horses, ran wildly on foot, only to be
overtaken by the mounted soldiers and fall beneath their hooves in the blink of an eye.

Li Ping had been traveling with Duan Tiande, but they were swept away by the surging tide of defeated soldiers.
In Duan Tiande was nowhere to be seen. Li Ping hurriedly dropped her load and fled desperately to a less crowded area. Fortunately, everyone
was only concerned with survival, and no one harmed her.

After running for a while, Li Ping felt waves of pain in her abdomen and could no longer hold on. She collapsed behind a sand dune and
fainted. She didn't know how much time had passed before she slowly awoke. In her delirium, she seemed to hear the cry of a baby. Still
confused, she didn't know if she had gone to the underworld or was still alive. But as the baby's cry grew louder, Li Ping
moved and suddenly felt something warm between her legs. It was midnight, the snow had just stopped, and a bright moon peeked out from behind the clouds. Li Ping suddenly awoke and couldn't help but cry out in anguish. The child in her womb had been born amidst
their suffering . 　　She quickly sat up, picked up the child, and seeing it was a boy, she was overjoyed and burst into tears. She immediately bit off the umbilical cord and held the baby close to her skin. In the moonlight, she could see the child had thick eyebrows and large eyes, a loud cry, and a face that vaguely resembled her deceased husband. Giving birth in the snow should have meant certain death, but upon seeing her child, Li Ping somehow found the strength to struggle to her feet and hide in a shallow pit beside a sand dune to shelter from the wind and cold. Looking at the infant and thinking of her deceased husband, she was overwhelmed with mixed emotions of sorrow and joy. 　　She hid in the pit for the night, and by noon the next day, hearing the silence all around, she mustered her courage and went outside. She saw corpses of men and horses everywhere, and the yellow sand and white snow were littered with swords, spears, and arrows. Looking around, she saw no one alive. 　　Li Ping found some dry rations in the dead soldiers' packs and ate them with the snow. She also found a flint and steel on a dead soldier, cut off a piece of horse meat, and roasted it over a fire. She then stripped the fur coats from the dead soldiers, wrapped one around the child, and put one on herself as well. Fortunately, the weather was bitterly cold, and the corpses did not decompose easily. Li Ping ate horse meat and endured the hardships of the battlefield for about ten days, gradually regaining her strength. She then carried her child and strolled eastward. Looking at her own child in her arms, the grief and resentment that had filled Li Ping for months instantly transformed into tenderness and love. The desert winds were like knives, but she only prayed that the sand wouldn't hit her child's face; she herself felt no hardship. 　　After traveling for several days, the vegetation on the ground gradually increased. That evening, she suddenly saw two horses galloping towards her. Li Ping looked up and saw that the riders were a man and a woman; the woman was in her early forties, and the man was not yet twenty. They appeared to be a mother and child. Seeing Li Ping's appearance, the Mongolian woman reined in her horse and went forward to inquire. Li Ping recounted, with words and gestures, her encounter with the defeated soldiers and her giving birth in the snow . The mother and son were Mongolian herders. Although they didn't understand her language, Mongolians are known for and compassion for the poor and orphans. Seeing Li Ping's pitiful situation, they invited her to their yurt for a meal. They even temporarily cleared out a small yurt for Li Ping and her son to stay in. 　　The past six months of wandering had left Li Ping feeling utterly exhausted. Although she had long since escaped the clutches of the villain Duan Tiande, the uncertainty of her future and the question of where to go constantly troubled her. It was already past midnight, and Li Ping was still tossing and turning, unable to sleep . Suddenly, she felt the urge to relieve herself. So she put on her clothes, quietly left the yurt, and squatted down in a nearby clump of bushes to relieve herself. Just then, two people emerged from the large yurt, carrying torches and riding a horse together. Li Ping recognized them as the Mongolian mother and son from earlier that day. Seeing them heading towards the sheepfold, Li Ping realized that the mother and son had gotten up in the middle of the night to check the sheepfold's security. Li Ping finished relieving herself, pulled up her trousers, straightened her clothes, and was about to return to the yurt to sleep. She then noticed the Mongolian mother and son mounting their horses and heading towards the bushes. Li Ping, unsure of their intentions and wanting to avoid being discovered, hid in a relatively dense thicket. 　　The mother and son stopped at a flat spot in the bushes, tied their horses to the branches, extinguished their torches, and sat side by side. The moonlight was bright and silvery, and although the torches were out, Li Ping was less than ten meters away from the mother and son. She could see their every move clearly. The mother and son whispered amongst themselves, and Li Ping couldn't understand what they were saying. Just as she was getting bored, a scene unfolded before her eyes that left her speechless. The mother and son stood up simultaneously, each removing their fur coats. It was snowing heavily in the north, and the temperature was bitterly cold at midnight, yet the Mongolian mother and son seemed completely unconcerned. Although they were shivering from the cold, their warmth was like fire. Li Ping couldn't believe such a thing could happen in the world. 　　The mother and son stripped naked, their bodies entwined tightly in the moonlight… Seemingly unwilling to waste time, the Mongolian woman knelt between her son's legs, grasping his penis. The Mongolian boy faced Li Ping, who could clearly see his body. To her astonishment, his penis was not only thick and long, but also incredibly large. The glans alone was the size of a child's fist, and surrounding the penis were veins . 　　"An incredibly hard thing!" Li Ping had never seen such a behemoth before. Just looking at it terrified , but the Mongolian woman seemed completely unconcerned, casually grasping his penis and taking it into her mouth.

Inside her mouth. Unfortunately, her mouth was too small to swallow this enormous thing; the glans alone almost burst her
mouth.

The boy, seemingly unable to resist his lust, paid no heed to his mother's discomfort, forcefully shoving his penis into her mouth.
Before it halfway in, it was already hitting her throat. The Mongolian woman was in tears, struggling uncontrollably. She tried to push
her son away, but the boy held her head firmly, rendering her immobile. The Mongolian boy thrust his hips, pumping his
penis faster and faster into his mother's mouth.

Li Ping had never seen anything like it. The only male penis she had ever seen in her life was that of her husband, Guo Tianxiao, and then
the villain Duan Tiande. This Mongolian boy's penis was the third male penis she had ever seen, and the largest—larger
than both her husband's and the villain's. Li Ping gasped for breath, unable to believe that such a powerful and enormous thing existed in the world.

Before long, the mother's oral sex could no longer satisfy the boy's fervor. Knowing her son's desire, the Mongolian
woman spat out the penis from her mouth
. The boy pushed his mother onto the snow, then, with his enormous penis erect, thrust it into her vagina. Li Ping couldn't see the Mongolian woman's expression. She couldn't help but worry for her; the boy
's penis was terrifyingly large. The feeling of having something thicker than a radish inserted must be
unbearable , Li Ping thought with certainty.

The Mongolian woman spread her legs as wide as possible to facilitate the entry of her son's massive member
. The boy began to thrust his penis in and out. He seemed to understand the size of his penis, so he dared not
insert it all at once. With each thrust, he tried to keep only two-thirds of his penis inside her vagina, but
even so, it filled her entire vagina, reaching her uterus. The Mongolian woman screamed, speaking in
a Mongolian dialect that Li Ping couldn't understand. Li Ping, herself a mother, knew that this woman had fallen into an indescribable
state of excitement. The boy's thrusting intensified until the Mongolian woman's cries could no longer keep up with his
pace.

Li Ping's mind went blank. As a Han Chinese, raised with the Confucian values of morality and ethics, she always acted with restraint and shyness when consummating
her marriage . How could she compare to this couple, engaging in such wanton debauchery in the wilderness?
What disgusted and ashamed her even more was that they were a genuine mother and son. Although illiterate, Li Ping
understood basic human ethics. She couldn't believe she'd encountered such inhumane acts among the Mongolians. Her mind
was a jumbled mess, unable to process anything. She felt nauseous, but she didn't hate the mother and son.
Despite heinous incestuous behavior, Li Ping didn't believe they were unforgivable, though she couldn't explain
why.

Dazed, Li Ping continued watching the Mongolian mother and son commit incest. The boy's penis seemed to be fully inside
the mother . The Mongolian woman's expression shifted from pain to pleasure, which excited the boy even more. His
thrusts unconsciously increased, and the woman's breathing became more rapid. Her legs wrapped tightly around
her son's strong waist. The boy pressed his hands against the snow, using his penis as a hoe, relentlessly working his way into
his mother's fertile, spring-filled field. Lust had driven the woman mad; she screamed and
cried twisting her hips to meet the thrusts of her son's enormous penis.

The woman's screams, combined with the sounds of their intercourse, aroused Li Ping inexplicably.
The boy laughed loudly, muttering incoherently. Although Li Ping couldn't understand Mongolian, she could tell from his tone that he was
excited. Suddenly, the boy withdrew his penis, pulled his mother's head between his legs, and shoved his
extremely aroused penis into her mouth. The woman gripped her son's thick penis tightly with both hands, licked the glans, and then began to suckle
it swallowing and releasing.

The boy trembled all over, and a large amount of thick, pungent semen gushed out like a burst dam. Although the Mongolian woman
tried desperately to swallow it, countless drops of thick semen still spilled from the corners of her mouth. Finally, the boy
pulled his penis, now empty of semen, from his mother's mouth. The Mongolian woman collapsed onto the snow, exhausted, panting and groaning.

The boy, now obedient and docile, helped his mother up. The Mongolian woman
embraced , pressing her full breasts against her son's broad chest. Mother and son
rolled back onto the snow, laughing and nibbling at each other. After an unknown amount of time, a cold wind blew, and the Mongolian
woman shivered. They realized it was late and quickly got up from the snow to put on their clothes and hats, during which
another round of passionate, lewd pleasure ensued.

The Mongolian mother and son finally left, and Li Ping returned to her small yurt, utterly dejected. What had happened that night was simply
unbelievable. It was the first time she had ever witnessed such incestuous acts between mother and son. She didn't know how many
mothers and sons in the Central Plains were engaging in such shameful acts of incest, but she knew that even if they were, they wouldn't dare to be as brazen as this mother and son, engaging in such unrestrained
sexual intercourse in the wild. Looking at her son, not yet a month old, at the child with thick eyebrows and large eyes, Li Ping had a strange thought
: "When this child grows up, will he want to do that with his mother?" She recalled the scene from earlier, the lewd mother and
son in the snow. She thought: If my child grows up and wants to do that with his mother, what should I do? Li Ping suddenly snapped out of her daze,
spitting and cursing herself for her shamelessness. She hadn't even avenged her husband's death, yet she dared to contemplate such lewd acts—how was she any
different ?

Li Ping tried to suppress the troubling thought, but the scene of the Mongolian mother and son committing incest in the snow
kept . Naturally, the thought kept recurring: "
What will I do when my son grows up and wants to do that with his mother?" Li Ping felt her breasts swell, and suddenly felt an urge to breastfeed her son. Finally, she couldn't control herself
and picked up her sleeping son. The child, awakened by his mother, cried loudly, his cries echoing across
the grasslands in the middle of the night. Li Ping panicked, quickly unbuttoning her clothes, pulling out her large, breasts—the kind of breastfeeding woman possesses
— , trembling, placed a grape-sized, dark nipple into her son's mouth. The baby immediately stopped crying and
began to suckle with relish.

Just then, the Mongolian woman pushed... She lifted the curtain and came in carrying a steaming bowl of ginger soup, muttering a lot of
things . Finally, she gently stroked the child's head, smiling happily. Li Ping
stared at the Mongolian woman before her, so kind and gentle, and couldn't believe that she was the same woman who had just been so brazenly intimate with her son in
the snow . Seeing Li Ping looking at her, the Mongolian woman pointed to
the bowl of ginger soup on the wooden table, muttering something to herself, implying that she should drink it while it was hot. Li Ping nodded gratefully and drank the bowl of thick soup.
The Mongolian woman was delighted with the ginger soup. After a few chattering words, she patted the child's head and left.

Li Ping watched the Mongolian woman's retreating figure, overwhelmed with emotion: This barbarian woman, though she had an affair with her son,
was kind at heart; who could say she wasn't a good person? Duan Tiande, that villain who deserved to be killed a thousand times, surely wouldn't commit incest with his
mother , but he was inherently cruel; who could say he was a good person? Li Ping's thoughts drifted, and she gazed at
her son, who was suckling vigorously at her breast, and in her hazy vision, he transformed into a tall, strong, and heroic young man… In the snow, they were repeating
the pleasures the Mongolian mother and son had shared, the son's thrusts so powerful, and she so comfortable and blissful.

Li Ping blushed deeply, but she couldn't stop her wild thoughts; she was hoping, anticipating this
day. The stimulation of the affair excited her vagina, which hadn't fully recovered after childbirth, causing it to open wide, and streams of vaginal fluid
gushed out. Her son, having finished nursing, looked up at his mother. Li Ping, on a whim, stripped off her lower garments, spread her legs,
revealing her wet pubic hair and vulva. Holding her son, she adjusted the angle, allowing his little hands to slip into her wide-
open vagina. The bewildered son, his little hands reaching inside his mother's vagina, grabbed and touched things haphazardly, his
hands covered in slippery vaginal fluid. The boy giggled happily, seemingly enjoying the sensation.

Her son's actions made Li Ping tremble all over; the feeling was so intensely pleasurable. She wanted to scream, but
dared not, finally letting out a low moan…

Half a month later, the herders who had taken in Li Ping and her son were leaving. Although everyone was a little reluctant to see them go, the Mongols were
nomadic, without a fixed abode. They moved east and west with their livestock, following the water and pasture, settling wherever they
came from. Their "home," a tent made of felt to shelter them from the wind and snow, was the famous yurt.
When the herders left, they left Li Ping with four lambs.

Li Ping settled down alone in the desert. She built a thatched hut by the water and grass, raised
livestock , and spun wool into felt, exchanging it with herders for grain to support her child.

Several years passed quickly, and the child grew up. Following her husband's dying wish, Li Ping named her child Guo Jing. The child
was slow to learn to speak, somewhat slow-witted, and didn't learn to talk until he was four years old. Fortunately, he was strong and, despite his young age,
could already herd cattle and sheep on the grasslands. Li Ping and her son depended on each other for survival, working diligently, and gradually their livestock increased,
improving their livelihood. The mother and son also learned Mongolian, but in everyday conversations, they still spoke
the language of their hometown, Lin'an. Looking at her son's simple, honest face, and hearing him speak in his
thick Lin'an accent, Li Ping couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She often told him, "Your father was a hero from Shandong, so you should speak
Shandong dialect too. It's just a pity that I didn't spend enough time with your father to learn his rolled 'r' sounds, so I can't teach you."

Li Ping doted on Guo Jing, her posthumous son, and cared for him deeply. Guo Jing
slept , never separated for a single day. Li Ping often gazed at her son, seeing a faint shadow of her deceased husband in him.
Guo Jing always called her "Mom" in his sweet, childish voice, which warmed her heart. Li Ping loved to hug her son, showering him with kisses and caresses.
Guo Jing didn't understand why his mother liked to touch his genitals, which she would spend a considerable amount of time rubbing
and kneading every day. He asked her why, and she would always tell him it was because she loved him.

His mother still loved to hug him, kiss him, and touch him. The only difference was that from the age of five, his mother would
often use the excuse of feeling unwell to have her son massage her entire body. Although Li Ping's appearance was ordinary, she was still a young woman not yet
thirty . Having worked on the farm since childhood, accustomed to hardship, she was full-figured and strong, with soft and
elastic skin. Whenever her son's little hands touched her body, Li Ping would feel a strange sense of comfort, and
the scene of their lewd encounter in the snow would naturally resurface in her mind.

In the summer when Guo Jing was six years old, on a very ordinary night, something momentous happened that would affect Guo Jing's entire life,
something he would never forget. That night, after the mother and son went to bed, Li Ping, as usual, gave her son
the indispensable kisses and caresses. For some inexplicable reason, Li Ping seemed particularly excited that night. Seeing the sweat
beading on said understandingly, "Mom, you've worked so hard. Can Jing'er massage you?" Li Ping
kissed her son and smiled, "Okay, Jing'er will massage Mom."

Li Ping lay down on the bed, smiling as she watched her son massage her. Guo Jing's little hands
began to knead his mother's stomach earnestly. Li Ping's lower abdomen was slightly protruding, round and soft. Guo Jing couldn't understand why his mother's body was so
soft and elastic. His sexual awareness was still developing, and he only focused on kneading and massaging his mother's body. Li Ping felt comfortable all over, squinting her
eyes, looking very relaxed. Unconsciously, Guo Jing's little hands reached down to his mother's crotch. Through her close-fitting pajama bottoms,
he touched a fluffy, hairy mass. Curious, Guo Jing kneaded it forcefully, feeling its warmth and touching a
soft, round mound of flesh. Guo Jing wondered why his mother didn't have a penis like his.

Li Ping, caught off guard by her son's touch on her private parts, cried out in surprise, her face turning bright red, and her legs straightening instantly.
Guo Jing, looking rather silly, said, "Mommy's little bird is gone!" His childlike innocence amused Li Ping. She smiled and said
, "Silly Jing'er, Mommy is a woman, Mommy doesn't have a little bird." Guo Jing asked, puzzled, "Mommy doesn't have
a little ? What does Mommy have? Can you show it to Jing'er?"

Li Ping became a little flustered. Although she had considered this question and was willing to do so, her son's
request came too quickly and suddenly, leaving her momentarily speechless. Guo Jing looked at his mother, whose face was alternating between red and white.
He said, "If Mommy doesn't want to, Jing'er won't look. Don't be angry, Mommy."

Li Ping had calmed down and kissed her son, saying, "Mommy can show it to Jing'er, but Jing'er must promise
Mommy you won't tell anyone about this, understand?" Guo Jing looked at his mother and nodded repeatedly. Li Ping got up
, took off her underwear, lay down on the bed, pulled her son between her legs, and said with a flushed face, "Jing'er, look
carefully , and tell Mommy what you see after you've looked."

Guo Jing was only six years old and didn't yet understand what appreciation was. Since his mother told him to look, he did. He pressed his little head
between her legs and saw a lump of flesh about the size of a soft steamed bun, covered with many short,
dense, and tangled black hairs that enveloped the entire bun. In the middle of the bun was a barely visible, dark red slit
, slightly open and moist, as if still steaming. Looking at his mother's
physiology, so different from his own, Guo Jing asked curiously, "Mom, what is this? Why is it like this?"

Li Ping replied, "This is a woman's thing, crudely called a 'vagina,' or in some places a 'small hole.'" Li Ping was afraid her son...
Not understanding, he sat up, fiddling with his genitals, and explained to his son: "Jing'er, do you see those hairs
?" Guo Jing nodded. Li Ping said, "These hairs are called 'pubic hair,' and both men and women have them." Guo Jing asked, "Does
Jing'er have them too?" Li Ping affectionately stroked her son's head and laughed, "Silly Jing'er, didn't Mommy say
that both men and women have these? Of course you have them, Jing'er! You'll only have them when you grow up." Seeing
her son nod in understanding, Li Ping pointed to the bulge of flesh below her lower abdomen and explained, "This soft, bun-like
thing is the 'mons pubis,' and the cleft below the mons pubis is called the 'vagina.'"

Li Ping opened her vagina with her fingers and said, "Jing'er, do you see? What do these two separate pieces of flesh look like?" Guo Jing
tilted his head and looked, thinking for a moment before saying, "Like lips." Li Ping laughed, "Jing'er is so smart! That's right! Like lips.
Because they look like lips, these pieces of flesh are also called 'labia.'" Li Ping opened her labia and said, "Jing'er, look again.
What do you see?" Guo Jing tilted his head and looked very carefully. He saw two smaller pieces of flesh inside.
Guo Jing used his little finger to part the two small fleshy lips, revealing two small, large openings inside. At
the junction of the two lip pieces was a small, bright red fleshy bud. Guo Jing, being a mischievous child,
squeezed .

Li Ping felt as if she had been electrocuted, her whole body trembling. Guo Jing found this amusing and squeezed the bud even harder. Li Ping
couldn't help but cry out, her body trembling, collapsing onto the bed and groaning. After a while, she sat up, panting, "Bad
Jing'er, don't mess around, Mommy can't take it." Guo Jing looked at his mother, bewildered, and asked, "Jing'er is very obedient,
why would Mommy call me bad Jing'er? Did Jing'er use too much force just now? Why can't Mommy take it?"

Li Ping knew about women's sexual reactions; her son was too young to understand, and it couldn't
be explained . So she changed the subject, saying, "Did Jing'er see Mommy's body clearly?" Guo Jing nodded. Li Ping
said, "Jing'er, pull apart these two little fleshy parts. Because they resemble lips, they're also called 'labia.' They're just small,
so they're called 'labia minora.' The two fleshy parts Mom just opened are larger, so they're called 'labia majora.'" Li Ping
paused briefly, then continued, "Both of the fleshy openings Jing'er saw are very important. The smaller one on top is called the urethra;
without it, a woman can't urinate. The larger one below is called the vagina, which is used for childbirth. Mom
gave birth to Jing'er using that place."

Guo Jing asked with some doubt, "Jing'er, did you really come out of that place?" Li Ping stroked her son's head
and asked, "Jing'er, don't you believe Mom?" Guo Jing said, "Jing'er believes." Li Ping smiled and said, "Mom
knows there are many things Jing'er doesn't understand. Jing'er is still young, and there are many things Mom doesn't know how to tell you. In
a few years, when Jing'er grows up, Mom will tell you, okay?" Guo Jing was a sensible child, and upon hearing his mother
's words, he didn't ask any more questions.

Li Ping's vagina slowly closed, finally becoming a slit. Guo Jing was astonished. Li Ping said,
"Jing'er, do you see? Mommy's vagina automatically contracts and closes. A woman's two orifices are very tender and prone to illness,
so they need two small fleshy flaps to protect them, and those flaps are protected by two larger fleshy flaps, layer upon layer wrapping around
the two orifices. Dirty things can't get in, so it's not easy to get sick." Guo Jing wanted to ask more, but Li Ping smiled and said, "Silly Jing'er,
if you don't sleep, Mommy needs to sleep too! Good boy, let's talk while we sleep, okay?"

"Good boy, kiss Mommy." "Li Ping hugged her son tightly and said emotionally. Guo Jing's little mouth leaned in to kiss his mother, making
loud smacking sounds. Li Ping couldn't help but laugh and reached out to tickle her son's waist and ribs. Guo Jing was ticklish and giggled
incessantly , his little body wriggling in his mother's arms. Li Ping found it amusing and continued to tickle him. Guo
Jing laughed laboriously, his little hands reaching out to grab at the air, accidentally grabbing his mother's breast. Li Ping
's body immediately stirred when her son touched her sensitive spot. Guo Jing pinched his mother's two nipples with both hands, enjoying it. Li Ping stopped tickling
her son , her breathing became rapid, and she whispered, "Jing'er, don't pinch me like that, it hurts."

Guo Jing leaned close to his mother's ear and whispered sweetly, "Mommy, Jing'er wants to eat your breasts." "
Although was six years old, Li Ping, loving her son, always made him suckle at her breast before bed every night, a habit that had become a habit over the years.
Guo Jing, being a young child, had delicate eyes, and after playing with his mother, he unknowingly became sleepy and wanted to sleep, hence his request. Li Ping
cupped her heavy breast in her hands and brought it to her son's mouth, and Guo Jing, with both hands cupping her breast, began to suckle with relish.
Li Ping hugged her beloved son tightly, her lower body rubbing against his smooth skin. Guo Jing, oblivious to his mother's suffering,
continued to suckle at her breast with relish. Li Ping stopped rubbing her lower body, stroked her son's thick hair affectionately, and
said, 'My dear Jing'er, my good baby, go to sleep early, we have to go up the mountain to herd sheep tomorrow, go to sleep early, my baby.'" While soothing him ,
she sang a lullaby from the countryside of Lin'an.

Guo Jing's eyes slowly closed, and his sucking gradually slowed and finally stopped. Li Ping knew her son was asleep. She
didn't pull her nipple away, letting him suckle like that. Looking at her son's tender face, she thought of her deceased husband,
and tears unconsciously streamed down her face. Her family could have lived a peaceful and carefree life, but because of that
villain Duan Tiande, who deserved to be torn to pieces, not only did he take her husband's life, but he also drove her mother to her death. Her son was now old
enough to be studying in the countryside, but...

Thinking of her young son having to herd cattle and sheep in the wind and sand of the desert, Li Ping was overwhelmed with grief and couldn't help but
weep bitterly. Tears dripped onto her son's tender face. Suddenly, Guo Jing's sleep-talking voice rang out: "Big bad wolf, go away quickly,
don't take away my little lamb, this is what my mother worked so hard to weave to earn... Mother, Mother, next..." "It's raining! Little
lamb, hurry up, the rain will make you sick. Your mother will be so sad to see you get sick.
Jing'er don't let your mother be sad... Mother, Mother, don't be sad. Jing'er will definitely kill that big bad guy Duan Tiande
to avenge Father...

" Looking at her sensible son, Li Ping's heart ached. She grabbed his little hand and gently bit it, tears
streaming down her face like broken pearls...

In the northern borderlands, October arrived, and the weather grew colder...

One winter day that year, Guo Jing ate the breakfast his mother had made, rode a small horse, and took the sheepdog to
go herding sheep. Before leaving, Li Ping carefully checked the grain and water tied to the horse's back to make sure everything was secure
before she felt at ease. She fastened her son's fur coat and said, "The weather is getting colder, and blizzards could come at any time.
Jing'er, just herd sheep on the nearby hills. Don't go too far, okay? Your mother will worry if she doesn't see you." Guo...
Jing nodded and said, "Don't worry, Mom, Jing'er won't go far." Li Ping kissed her son and said, "Mom knows Jing'er
is a good boy."

A lamb bleated and snuggled into its mother's arms. Guo Jing watched the nursing lamb and murmured to himself, "The little
lamb must be so happy." Li Ping paused, then pulled her son to her side, took his little hand, and held it in her
warm embrace, softly saying, "Jing'er, do you want Mommy to feed you too?" Guo Jing giggled. Li Ping looked up at
the sky, which was a hazy gray, and a blizzard seemed imminent. She said worriedly, "The weather is bad, Jing'er, be careful,
don't go far, come back early, Mommy will be waiting for you." Li Ping straightened her open clothes and gently rubbed her
breast, which her son had pinched sorely. Standing at the door, watching Guo Jing's lonely figure herd the sheep away, she felt a pang of sadness.
Only after her son's small figure disappeared from sight did she reluctantly go back inside to continue weaving the felt to exchange for grain.

As the sun set, her son still hadn't returned. Li Ping began to worry: "Jing'er is a very sensible child,
not one to play around. He usually comes home long ago. Is something wrong that he's so late today?" Li Ping was restless.
Her son was still young; what could she do if something happened on the vast grassland? Watching the sky darken, her beloved son
still hadn't returned, and Li Ping felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. She stepped out of the gate and looked out over the grassland, but all she saw was a vast, dark night, without a trace of human activity.

Nearing midnight, she finally heard her son's shouts as he herded the sheep. Li Ping, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, wiped away her tears and
rushed outside, seeing her son herding the sheep into the pen. Seeing her son again, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally calmed down.
Guo Jing, having secured the sheep and tied up his horse, saw his mother's worried expression and said anxiously, "Jing'er is back."
Li Ping rushed forward and hugged her beloved son, sobbing, "Where did Jing'er go? I was so worried about you!"

Recounting what he had seen during the day, Guo Jing appeared both nervous and excited, his speech slurred. Finally, he managed to give
a rough account. Seeing her son's beaming face, without a trace of fear, Li Ping thought that although the child was young and somewhat clumsy, he was
still from a military family and possessed the courage of his father. Thinking this, she felt both joy and sorrow. Guo Jing then said,
"That black-robed general was so powerful; Jing'er admires him so much."

Seeing her son return safely, the mother was already content; nothing else mattered. Li Ping
seemed not to hear her son's words, instead hugging him even tighter, saying, "Be careful in the future, don't worry your mother,
okay, Jing'er?" Guo Jing nodded sensibly, "I will be careful in the future, Mother, don't worry. When Jing'er
grows up I will take good care of Mother." Li Ping's sweetness seeped into her heart, and the mother and son embraced each other, as if time
had stood still, unable to separate for a long time.

Li Ping remembered that her son hadn't eaten yet, and said with self-reproach, "Mother was so happy to see Jing'er that she forgot everything.
Good boy sit down first, Mother will go and heat up some food for Jing'er." After

her son finished his dinner, Li Ping brought over a basin of hot water and said, "Mother will help Jing'er wipe his body,
it'll be better for him to sleep when he's warm."

Li Ping wrung out the water droplets from the towel and carefully wiped every inch of her son's tender skin. When she wiped his abdomen
, she stopped, her eyes fixed on her son's little penis, which was only a little over two inches long and had unconsciously become erect
. Guo Jing didn't know it, he only felt comfortable all over, and couldn't help but giggle. Li Ping's face flushed red,
her hands trembled, and she felt as if thousands of ants were crawling and devouring inside her. Finally, she unconsciously lowered her head and slowly took
the small penis into her mouth, her tongue carefully licking the head and shaft. Unable to resist his mother's teasing, Guo Jing's little
hands roamed over her back. Li Ping released her son's penis and said, "Jing'er, go to sleep first. Cover yourself with the blanket so you don't
catch a cold . Mommy will come and keep you company as soon as I've packed my things." Guo Jing said, "Mommy, hurry up!" Li Ping scolded, "
Don't you have any patience to wait for Mommy? I've spoiled Jing'er for nothing." Li Ping

packed her things, closed the window, and quickly took off her clothes, crawling naked into the bed and
hugging her son tightly, saying, "Good boy, hold Mommy tight, Mommy is so cold." Guo Jing hugged his mother and giggled,
"Mommy's body is so cold." Li Ping pressed her lips to her son's mouth and said, "Good boy, let Mommy kiss you."
Guo Jing, as his mother had always taught him, put his little tongue into his mother's mouth, and Li Ping sucked on his little tongue.
Guo Jing, driven by some unknown impulse, kept grabbing and playing with his mother's breasts with his little hands. Li Ping held her son with her left hand and
inserted her right middle finger into her vagina, fiddling with it. While sucking on her son's little tongue, she let out soft
moans .

Guo Jing's hands rested on his mother's breasts, squeezing and playing with her two plump nipples. Her nipples were
Li Ping's erogenous zones; being played with by her son sent a rush of pleasure to her head, and her breathing became rapid.
Unable to exhaled her son's tongue and gasped for breath. Guo Jing's small hands
roamed over his mother's elastic skin, his little mouth taking turns sucking on her two plump nipples. His small hands caressed his mother's
trembling thighs. Li Ping, realizing that the person in front of her was her own son, felt her tight vagina involuntarily leak
a slippery fluid.

"Ah... Jing'er... you bad boy... your hands are bad too... ah... ah... you're killing Mommy... killing
Mommy ... so... beautiful... um..." Li Ping's mind became hazy. Guo Jing continued to move his small hands,
following his mother's instructions, clumsily caressing and playing with her labia and clitoris. A strange pleasure
washed over Li Ping. This drove her wildly excited; her nipples hardened with arousal, and her legs convulsed
violently . Her vaginal secretions increased, and the soft, dark hair around her mons pubis was already soaked.

Guo Jing suddenly shrank back into the covers. Li Ping was puzzled when her son parted her thighs and buried his head
between her legs, sucking and licking her overflowing vulva. Driven by lust, Li Ping's reason teetered on the brink of collapse. She rubbed
her breasts, screaming, "Ah...my good Jing'er...good Jing'er...you're licking me so good...
I can't take it anymore...quickly...lick me to death...suck me dry...oh my god...um...
ah...ah...oh...oh...good Jing'er...good Jing'er...you're so amazing...I'm...coming
...um...oh...oh...coming...coming...ah...I'm coming...coming...
"

Li Ping's hips swayed up and down, responding to her son's sucking and licking. She gripped the sheets tightly, screaming.
Her son's sucking had brought this long-deprived widow to an unprecedented climax. Her body convulsed, and hot
vaginal fluid gushed out. Guo Jing, unaware of its nature, only felt a strange, sweet, and pungent taste. Thinking his mother's fluids couldn't be poisonous,
he recklessly sucked it all up.

Guo Jing crawled out of bed and asked his mother, "Mom, are you very tired? I was scared when I heard you crying and screaming
." Li Ping looked at her son's face, which was covered with her semen, and sighed, "Mom is fine, Jing'er, don't
worry ." After the pleasure came disappointment. Li Ping didn't understand why she had been so lewd. She weakly held
her son in her arms, pressed his little head against her full breasts, and gently stroked his hair, saying, "Good Jing'er,
you must be very tired after a hard day's work. Go to sleep early, okay? Mom is a little sleepy too. We can talk about it tomorrow morning."

On the morning of the third day, Li Ping had to go to the market again. Guo Jing helped his mother put the felt blanket on the horse's back and asked, "Mother, are you going to
the market to exchange it for grain?" Li Ping tied the blanket to the horse's back, kissed her son, and said, "The grain at home is almost gone
, so I quickly wove these felt blankets to exchange for some grain at the market to get through the winter." Guo Jing asked, "When will you
be back, Mother?" Li Ping smiled and said, "Silly Jing'er, I'll be back naturally after exchanging the grain. What are you worried about? It
's not like it's the first time I've exchanged grain." Guo Jing hugged his mother's neck, kissed her, and said, "Mother, come back soon. I'm afraid
I won't see you again."

Why would her son say such frightening things? Li Ping, distraught, mounted her horse and rode off to the market. After leaving her son,
Li Ping felt uneasy, her eyelids twitching inexplicably. Could something have happened to her son? She dared not think about it,
but her heart kept turning to the worst, her worry for her son almost bursting out of her chest.

Reaching the market, she found a familiar herdsman, exchanged grain for provisions, and tied herself to her horse. Just as she was about to sit down to rest, drink some water, and eat
some dry rations , she overheard several herdsmen discussing a heartbreaking event. Inquiring further, she learned that a shepherd boy
had been killed that morning by a stray arrow while tending sheep… Li Ping's mind went blank. Her immediate thought was, could it be Jing'er? Just then, she heard
an older herdsman say, “That child is so pitiful, so young… alas…” Another herdsman said, “I heard it was
accidentally shot by one of Temujin Khan's men while chasing a defeated general named Jebe.” A middle-aged woman nearby said,
“His face was completely mutilated. The child's mother must be heartbroken… alas… the child is so pitiful, only five
or six years old, such a good child, so young…” The woman couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy.

Li Ping's hands and feet turned cold. Remembering her son's ominous words before she left, and the various misfortunes of the day,
she grew increasingly fearful. Had something happened to Jing'er? Forget about water and rations, Li Ping leaped onto
her horse towards home. As she ran, she prayed silently, "Brother Xiao, Brother Xiao, I beg your spirit in heaven to protect
our child. I'd give my life if it meant my child's safety." Finally, she broke down in tears,
"Jing'er, my dear child, please don't let anything happen to you. If anything happens to you, there's
no . I... I'd rather die with you."

Li Ping was desperate to get home, constantly whipping the old horse, but its strength was failing, and she reached home as
the sun . In the distance, she saw a tall warrior holding her son's hand, waiting in front of the thatched hut. Only
then did her heart, which had been hanging in suspense all day, finally settle. The old horse reached the doorway, its hooves giving way, and collapsed
. Li Ping, disregarding the horse, jumped off and rushed forward, embracing her son. "Jing'er, are you alright? You scared me to death!" she cried,
rubbing her son's cheek, tears streaming down her face.

Guo Jing wiped away his mother's tears and said, "Jing'er is alright, it was Uncle Zhebie who saved Jing'er."

Li Ping, realizing her lapse in composure, quickly wiped away her tears and stepped forward to bow, saying, "This humble woman thanks you, hero, for saving my son."

Zhebie quickly returned the bow and recounted what had happened. Seeing the whip marks on her son's head and face, Li
Ping's heart ached, and tears streamed down her face. Zhebie repeatedly praised Guo Jing's strength and chivalry. Although Li Ping was heartbroken by her son's injuries, she was also pleased that he hadn't forgotten her teachings. She humbly said, "Good child, this is how one should be." 　　Zhebie revealed Temujin's intention, and Li Ping thought, "If my son spends his life herding sheep on this grassland, how can he avenge his father's death? It would be better to take this opportunity to let Jing'er gain more experience in the army, so that perhaps he can seize an opportunity to avenge his father's death." She immediately agreed. Zhebie was pleased, but Li Ping suggested that it was getting late and they hadn't packed their belongings yet, so she hoped to come to the army camp the next day. Jebe, seeing the logic in her words and noticing Guo Jing's wounded face and the deep sorrow in his mother's heart , 　　knew the mother and son must have much to say, and leaving tomorrow was a good idea. So he put down the wine and meat, agreed to pick him up the next day, and turned to ride back to Temujin's army. After dinner, Li Ping began packing her belongings. However, there wasn't much to pack; while not wasn't wealthy either. She quickly packed a few clothes. Looking at her soon-to-be-abandoned home, Li Ping was filled with mixed emotions. Though simple, the house had sheltered them from six years of hardship; without it, she and her son wouldn't have survived. Suddenly, she thought, without her and her son, where would this house be? What a contradiction! Li Ping couldn't help but smile. 　　Tomorrow they would move to a completely unfamiliar environment, the outcome uncertain. But Li Ping was willing to take the gamble. She didn't want her son to spend his life herding sheep on the grasslands; as Han Chinese, the Central Plains were their home. If she could seize this opportunity, she might not only return to the Central Plains but even avenge her husband's murder—this was her dream. 　　Li Ping was lost in her own thoughts, unaware that Guo Jing was already sitting beside her. "What are you thinking about, Mom?" Li Ping gently stroked her son and said, "Mom is thinking about tomorrow." Guo Jing asked, "Will we never come back?" Li Ping firmly replied, "Whether things are good or bad, we will never come back." Guo Jing asked, "Mom, where will we go?" Li Ping shook her head and said, "Mom doesn't know. When we get to Temujin's camp, we might go to a very, very far place and have to fight..." Li Ping looked at her son and asked, "Jing'er, are you scared?" Guo Jing said bravely , "Jing'er isn't scared. Jing'er will protect Mom." Li Ping said happily, "Jing'er is a good boy. Mom is very happy." Guo Jing said, "Uncle Zhebie said he would teach me archery." Li Ping said happily, "Uncle Zhebie is a master archer. Jing'er must learn diligently." Guo Jing nodded and said, "Mom, don't worry. Jing'er will learn diligently. In the future, I will use the skills Uncle Zhebie taught me to kill that scoundrel Duan Tiande and avenge my father." 　　Guo Jing, at such a young age, had such ambition. Li Ping couldn't help but cry tears of joy and hugged her son, kissing him repeatedly. "Good boy, my good boy, Mommy is so happy, so very happy," Li Ping said. She wiped away her mother's tears and said, "Mommy, don't cry. Jing'er will listen to you." Li Ping gently stroked the whip marks on her son's face and asked with heartache, "Jing'er, tell Mommy, does your eyelid still hurt?" Guo Jing nodded and said, "It hurts, but Jing'er isn't afraid. Mommy said a man must be strong, and Jing'er is a man and will be very strong."

Li Ping poured the usual medicinal powder into a bowl, took out the honey she usually couldn't bear to eat, mixed it with the powder, and gently
applied it to the whip marks on her son's face, saying, "Jing'er won't feel pain after the powder dries." Guo Jing said, "Jing'er's face
is covered in powder, how will he hug Mommy to sleep later?" Li Ping thought of her son's fervor, her face couldn't help but blush slightly, and she gently poked
her son's forehead with her finger, scolding, "Jing'er is such a bad boy." Guo Jing asked blankly, "Does hugging Mommy to sleep make me a bad boy
?" Li Ping's face was flushed, and she didn't know how to answer. She picked up her son and said, "Mommy won't talk to Jing'er anymore."
After saying that, she put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and said, "Jing'er, be a good boy and sleep. Mommy will come and keep you company after I've wiped myself down."
Guo Jing stared blankly at his mother, not understanding why hugging his mother to sleep made him a bad boy.

Li Ping wiped herself down, blew out the oil lamp, and crawled into the quilt, naturally touching her son, and couldn't help but exclaim "Ah!"
It turned out that Guo Jing had secretly taken off his clothes and was hiding naked under the quilt. Li Ping chuckled and scolded, "Jing'er, why are
you naked ?" Guo Jing replied, "I can't sleep without hugging Mommy." Li Ping thought for a moment, then slipped out of bed, quickly
stripped off her clothes, and crawled back under the covers. Guo Jing played with his mother's naked body, then clapped his hands and laughed, "
Mommy's naked too!" Li Ping laughed, "Isn't it all for you, you naughty boy?"

Li Ping's breathing was soft, her warm breath evenly spraying onto her son's face, making Guo Jing feel a ticklish, tingling sensation
. Li Ping pressed one breast against her son's small chest, while simultaneously taking his hand and pressing it
against her other breast. She was only twenty-four years old this year. Although she had given birth, her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, but her limbs
were still very soft and strong. Although her nipples were somewhat dark, her breasts were very firm, and her buttocks were even more rounded and full.

She let her son rub his breasts to his heart's content, and only when he was satisfied did she take his little hand and guide it to her vulva. Guo Jing
felt the warm, moist opening of his mother's genitals, which was exceptionally soft to the touch, surrounded by soft, fluffy hairs that
felt incredibly comfortable. Without being urged, Guo Jing began to rub his mother's vulva. His fingers slid into
her vagina; due to years of sexual abstinence, Li Ping's vagina was quite narrow, and his fingers were immediately enveloped
by the soft, warm flesh.

Guo Jing vigorously moved his fingers in and out of his mother's narrow passage. Li Ping swayed gently
with each movement of her son's fingers, letting out low moans. Her vagina
secreted slippery fluids, which coated her son's fingers, making it easier for him to move them in and out.

Li Ping breathed heavily, finally recovering. She scolded, "Jing'er, where did you learn such naughty tricks to torment
your mother ?" Guo Jing replied, "It was Mother who taught Jing'er, have you forgotten?" Li Ping realized her mistake. The truth is that Guo Jing
grew up surrounded by cattle and sheep, and his mother was the only woman he could interact with. She was also his sexual awakening. Li Ping, though embarrassed and embarrassed,
stubbornly retorted, "Jing'er, you're talking nonsense! How could your mother have taught you such a shameless method?" Guo Jing was bewildered and
stopped twitching his fingers.

Li Ping thought her son was tired, so she said, "Jing'er, go to sleep early. We still have to travel tomorrow." Guo Jing
was only six years old, and his sexual interest had not yet awakened. He didn't have a strong sense of sexual desire. Hearing his mother's instructions, coupled with
the fright he had received during the day, he was exhausted and soon fell asleep.

Li Ping, afraid that her son would catch a cold, dressed him and then took a towel to wipe away the lingering vaginal fluid from his genitals. She thought to herself,
"Although Jing'er isn't very clever, he's focused and has a stubborn streak like a bull that won't give up until he achieves his goal, just like his
father ." Thinking of her son's fierce and foolish demeanor just now, Li Ping's face burned with heat.

The next morning, after breakfast, Zhebie came to pick them up with a carriage. Li Ping and her son, along with their valuables,
cattle, and sheep , accompanied Jebe to Temujin's army.

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