My mother in my dream

In that turbulent era, I was born in a remote mountain village, nestled among the mountains. There was only one family every few miles, and the poverty was indescribable. So, the people there had only one kind of nightlife: sex. My story with my mother unfolded in this environment.

When I was ten, my father ate pesticide one afternoon. He died before he could be taken to the hospital.

I was too young to understand then. I only knew that he and my mother had argued that night, and my mother had slapped him. My father was an honest and simple man. And so, he went down a path of no return. From then on, my mother began her sexless life. Actually, my mother was a woman with a very strong sex drive. She was only thirty-two years old that year. Later, when I was a little older, I

knew that my mother and father's arguments were because of their unsatisfactory sex life. My mother was very strong and tall, with enormous breasts and a round bottom. Due to long-term labor, her waist was also quite thick, but without excess fat.

My father, on the other hand, was short and not in good health, so he couldn't satisfy my mother's sexual desires. My mother often scolded him for being useless.

My father, helpless, had no choice but to pass away. Actually, my mother had also drained my father's body. I was the only child in the family. I slept with them then. I always heard my mother say to my father, "Fuck me." It seemed like every night. Sometimes my father would say no, "Tomorrow." My mother would be very unhappy. Sometimes I saw my mother naked, shaking herself on top of my father. My father wouldn't move. My mother would slap my father's buttocks, saying, "You're so useless. If you won't fuck me, I'll let someone else do it."

Once, when I was about five years old, I went to the mountains to find wild fruit. I vaguely heard what sounded like my mother's moans. I went closer and saw my mother lying on the ground, a man forcefully inserting his penis into her vagina. The man seemed to have a grudge against my mother, pressing down on her relentlessly. My mother seemed to be moaning in pain.

Her breasts were exposed. She was covered in mud, and her buttocks were heaving, as if trying to resist.

I rushed over and shouted, "Don't bully my mother!" The man was startled and quickly got off my mother.

I tried to help her up, but she said, "Go away, go away, Uncle is just helping Mom relieve her itch." I said, "Where does it itch? I'll help you." But my mother pushed me away and said, "Why are you running around like that? Go home." I went home feeling very wronged. But I never saw anything like that again. Because there are few people around here. That man was a hunter from out of town. But my parents argued more often. Most of the time it was at night, and after each argument, my mother would put my hand on her breast to sleep. Finally, after one argument, my father left.

After my father left, I hated my mother. I felt that my mother had killed my father. I hated my mother's vagina even more, because it was because of that itch that all these things happened. I thought then that when I grew up, I would definitely find something to relieve that itch. For more than a year, I didn't smile at my mother. My mother didn't smile either. She was just busy all day long. But one day, I saw my mother smile. That was once. A distant cousin, living more than ten miles from my home, came to visit. My mother warmly invited him to stay, saying the mountain road was long and it was a rare occasion for him to come. He didn't refuse much and settled in. I was eleven years old that year, and I didn't know anything about sex. But that night, I heard my mother calling out loudly, "So good!

Harder, so good!" Then there was a sound like an eel burrowing. This sound came several times that night.

Finally, my mother let out an "Ah!" and then there was silence. That night seemed incredibly long to me.

The next day, my mother's face was radiant, and she smiled happily. When my cousin left, my mother saw him off for a long, long way. But in the following days, my mother's smile disappeared. Then, not long after, my cousin came again, this time in the morning.

As soon as he arrived, my mother took him into her room. The door wasn't even properly closed. I heard my mother say, "Hurry up, I've missed you so much!" I peeked through the crack in the door and saw that my mother was already naked. That was the first time I had ever seen my mother naked. Her breasts were large and round, white. Her buttocks were large, like a millstone from the countryside. But her uncle seemed in no hurry. He kept touching her private parts and kissing her large breasts. Her mother was anxious and helped her uncle take off his clothes, shouting, "Come on, come on!"

But her uncle wouldn't move. Later, her mother shouted loudly, "Hurry up and do it to me! Do it to me!" Only then did her uncle put her on the bed

and insert his penis into her body. Her mother cried out, "So comfortable! Harder, harder!" and kept twisting her buttocks,

thrusting upwards from time to time. Her two breasts trembled incessantly. Her uncle squeezed her large breasts and rubbed them hard,

forcefully pushing his penis into her vagina. Actually, her uncle's health wasn't good either. He stopped after a short while and lay on her body. Her mother moved her buttocks and said, "One more time! One more time!" But her uncle didn't move. Her mother seemed somewhat disappointed, but also smiled with a sense of satisfaction. She remembered that the dish that day was meat, something they rarely ate. Her uncle left before the night was over that time. This time, her mother didn't see him off as far. The promise of a next visit wasn't as warm anymore.

My uncle hadn't come for a long time. Life went on as usual. The nights in the mountain village were dark and long. Even though I was thirteen, I still slept with my mother at night, and she always let me touch her breasts while I slept. My house was halfway up the mountain, with no other houses for miles around. Very few people came and went. One day, a matchmaker came and persuaded my mother to remarry. My mother went to see him and brought the man home. That night, my mother took the initiative to ask the man to go to bed.

The man touched my mother's large breasts and said, "They're so big." That night, my mother told me to go to sleep early, but I pretended to be asleep

and watched. My mother took off her own clothes and then took off the man's. The man's body was also good; his penis was very large.

After penetrating my mother's vagina, she happily twisted her body. I saw a lot of fluid coming out of my mother's vagina.

Her huge breasts swayed back and forth, and her buttocks thrust up and down. I remember that night we seemed to have sex five times. Finally, the man stopped moving.

From then on, the man moved in. They had sex almost every night. In the countryside back then, there was no electricity, so this was their only form of entertainment. But their happiness was short-lived. A few months later, the man fell ill. His health deteriorated

, but they continued having sex because my mother's health was improving. Not long after, the man died.

The following year, a man from out of town came to the mountains, claiming to be looking for medicinal herbs. He was actually a wanted criminal. He stayed at our house that night. This man was very handsome, but he was injured. He felt unable to keep up with my mother's nightly sexual needs. Perhaps he was frightened when some outsiders were hunting a wild boar and yelled, "Don't let it escape!" He was so frightened that he fell down the mountain and never got up again. He died soon after.

From then on, no one tried to arrange a marriage for my mother. But she still had a lover, a young man from the foot of the mountain, only twenty years old. Because her family was poor, they couldn't afford women. My mother and the young man's first time was at home. The young man went up the mountain to chop firewood and came to my house asking for water. It was a hot day. When he arrived, my mother was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Her round buttocks and large breasts stunned the naive young man. My mother deliberately exposed half of her breast. The young man didn't react for a while. My mother took the opportunity to call him into the room, took off his clothes,

and then took off her own, exposing her breasts and vulva. The young man swallowed, and his penis immediately became hard.

But it was his first time, and he didn't know what to do. My mother guided his penis into her vulva and thrust her large buttocks forward. The young man was inexperienced. As soon as he touched my mother's wet vulva, he ejaculated in a few thrusts. But soon, his penis became hard again. He thrust into my mother's plump vulva. My mother thrust her buttocks to meet him. The young man was also strong and healthy. Soon he had my mother fucked until she was dizzy and wet. I was peeking through the crack in the door when

my mother discovered me. I had to leave in a panic. From then on, Mother no longer made love to him at home.

But every day when she came back from chopping wood, she was covered in mud, sometimes in a disheveled state. That was from their trysts in the mountains. Once, dozens of people came to hunt together. But Mother was having fun on the mountain. When the dozens of people heard the noise and surrounded her...

My mother was still moaning, her big buttocks sticking out. She cried out, "Fuck me harder, push it in deeper! Touch my cunt!" Her two large breasts were bouncing wildly. When she saw so many people, she ran home without putting on her clothes. Watching my mother return home naked, I thought there were bad guys. So I took a machete and stood guard at the door, but no one came.

But soon, news of how big my mother's breasts were, how plump her cunt was, and how round her buttocks were spread far and wide.

Everyone knew about her affair with that young man. In those days, more hunters came. Actually, they came specifically to fuck my mother's plump cunt. Several strong men fucked her. But soon, no one came anymore. This was because once, when she and that young man were having sex in the mountains, and my mother was riding on top of him, a snake bit the young man's back, and he died soon after. From then on, no one came to hunt anymore. Everyone said my mother was a man's nemesis. Her cunt was poisonous. Those who had slept with Mother lived in constant fear. One man was even killed by his companions during a hunting trip. After that, no one cared anymore. Only one man was fearless: sixty-year-old Old Man Wang. He came to see Mother one night, choosing his time carefully. Mother hadn't had sex for two months. Her vagina was itchy; otherwise, she wouldn't have taken a liking to Old Man Wang. Old Man Wang had lived a solitary life, only having sex a few dozen times in his old age, mostly in his youth when middle-aged women gave him their services. But Old Man Wang was in good health. This time, he came to see Mother willingly, preferring death to suffering. That night, Mother allowed Old Man Wang's old penis to penetrate her plump vagina. Old Man Wang had never seen such large breasts, such round buttocks, such a plump vulva.

While he was having sex, he said, "It's worth dying for, it's worth dying for." He wanted to insert his whole body into her vagina. Mother moaned wildly. Old Man Wang was truly risking his life. That night, we had sex three or four times until I was completely exhausted. I lay motionless on the bed. The next morning, Old Wang staggered down the mountain. He said he was sick as soon as he arrived. He died within two days. From then on, no one dared to have sex with my mother again. That year, my mother was thirty-six years old. I was fourteen. I still slept with my mother. But I still hated her. Even though she was very good to me, sometimes at night I would hear her touching her vulva and moaning. I felt sorry for her. Time passed like this. My mother didn't look for another man, and no man looked for my mother. When I was sixteen, I had grown into a tall teenager. My affair with my mother began then. One afternoon, my mother accidentally fell down the mountain while chopping wood. She fell hard, and when I carried her home, she could barely move her limbs. I could only help her take off her clothes and apply medicine. When her breasts were exposed,

my mother seemed a little embarrassed. But because of her injuries, she couldn't care less. I applied herbal medicine to my mother's upper body.

But I was still a little embarrassed to touch her lower body. My mother's buttocks were badly bruised, and her thighs were lacerated. I had to take off all my clothes

to apply the medicine. My mother seemed to sense my embarrassment and said, "Just take them off. You're my son. It's okay."

So I took off my mother's shorts. At that moment, my mother's private parts were exposed before my eyes. This was the first time I had ever seen a woman's private parts. My mother was thirty-eight years old that year. Her pubic hair was thick, and I couldn't see her vulva. My penis immediately became erect.

I hurriedly applied the medicine to my mother. When I touched my mother's thighs, my mother groaned, seemingly in pleasure. I touched them a few more times. My mother said, "Don't touch me. It's so itchy." I turned my mother over and applied the medicine to her buttocks. I gently touched her large buttocks. My mother groaned softly, looking very intoxicated.

It was June. Although it was a mountainous area, the weather was still very hot. After applying the medicine... My mother asked me to call my aunt to take care of her. I was reluctant to go, but I had no choice. So I went to the outskirts of the mountains to call my aunt. My aunt stayed for a few days. Seeing that my mother's illness wouldn't get better in just a few days, she was very anxious, as there were many things to do at home. Two days later, my uncle came.

He said that the piglets at home had no one to feed them and looked very unwell. My mother had no choice but to tell my aunt, "Go back. I'm fine. Your nephew can take care of me." At that time, my mother couldn't move yet, but seeing my uncle's face, my aunt had no choice but to go back.

That night, I started to bathe my mother. It was also the first time I had truly seen a woman's genitals. I gently washed my mother with a towel. When I washed her breasts, my mother couldn't help but groan. But immediately, she seemed to realize it and said, "My hand hurts." I didn't say anything. When I wiped her genitals, my mother insisted on doing it herself.

She tried several times, but couldn't get up, so she had to put her hand down. I said to my mother, "Let me do it."

My mother didn't say anything. I started washing her. I heard my mother groan several times and wiggle her hips.

Her vaginal fluid flowed out. My mother's genitals were plump and felt very comfortable to touch. But after a while, my mother said, "Hurry up,"

as if she were a little angry. I quickly washed other areas.

For over a month, I bathed my mother every day. Each time, I would touch her breasts and genitals. But my mother never groaned again. She would only sometimes wiggle her hips, and the water would still flow every time. Other mothers could endure it,

but this physiological urge was unbearable. Each time, she would say, "Hurry up," so I had to move away. About a month and a half later, my mother slowly recovered.

One evening, she said to me, "I'll bathe myself today; you pour me the water." Actually, my mother wasn't completely recovered. Perhaps she still felt embarrassed. That night, after I poured the water, my mother said, "Go outside."

It was as if I had never seen her body. It was as if my bathing her had never happened. I had no choice but to go outside.

But by then, I couldn't bear to look away from my mother's naked body. I hid by the door, peeking. My mother slowly wiped her body herself. When she reached her genitals, she didn't ask for a towel. She just touched herself there, moaning softly. My mother had been enduring for so long. Gradually, her moans grew louder. I pretended to be oblivious and rushed in, saying, "Mom, are you alright? Where does it hurt?" My mother was naked, her vulva wide open. Seeing me come in, she panicked. She

hurriedly pointed to her thigh, saying, "It hurts here." I pretended not to hear and said, "Let me see." My mother hurriedly said, "No, no, it's fine now." But I didn't let the opportunity slip by. My hand had already reached her thigh and touched her genitals. I gently stroked her there. My mother, who was already wet, couldn't hold back any longer.

She kept saying, "No. No." I knew that if I didn't act now, I wouldn't have another chance. I boldly touched her vulva with my whole hand and touched her breast with one hand. But my mother forcefully pulled my hand away. I quickly put her on the bed and pulled out my large penis. I inserted it into my mother's vagina. My mother kept saying, "No, no. We are mother and son, this is incest!" But my large penis was already inside. I saw my mother tremble slightly, as if nothing had happened. Impulsively, I didn't care about anything else. I just forcefully thrust my penis into my mother's vagina. Although my mother didn't move, her fluids flowed more and more. It sounded like an eel entering its hole. I saw that my mother didn't move, and I didn't know what she was thinking. I thought she must be angry. But I thought, I'm already inside. I'll finish first and then worry about the rest. The less she moved, the harder I used. My large penis slammed violently into her vagina. Her two large breasts shook violently from the impact. After a while, I felt my mother's buttocks move slightly, as if she was thrusting upwards. My penis became even harder. I desperately tried to penetrate my mother's vagina. At this moment, my mother's fluids seemed to be gushing out. My buttocks thrust several times. My breasts seemed even larger. I wanted to last longer, but it was my first time, and I couldn't control myself. I ejaculated immediately.

Afterwards, my mother didn't move. It seemed like tears were flowing. I was very sad. I lay quietly without moving.

About twenty minutes later, my mother saw that I wasn't moving, so she hugged me and said, "My child, it's over now, don't worry about it." She said this while crying. She said, "We are unfortunate people." I buried my head between my mother's breasts and said, "Mother, I'm sorry." My mother said, "It's okay, it's okay. As long as you're okay." Touching my mother's large breasts,

my penis became erect again. I gently bit my mother's nipple and said, "I want to nurse." My mother said, "Go ahead and nurse." I gently bit her nipple and touched my mother's vulva. My mother's vulva was still wet. Just one touch...

Her vulva opened wide. I gently touched her buttocks, kissed her breasts, then her face, and finally her mouth. I then inserted my fingers into her vagina. This time, my mother didn't resist. Instead, she twisted her large buttocks, moaning softly,

and used her hand to guide my penis into her vagina. Then she said, "This can only be once. No more."

I quickly said, "Okay, okay," and forcefully inserted my penis into her vagina, rubbing her breasts with my hands. I wanted to bring my mother to orgasm. This time, my mother also got hooked. She thrust her buttocks forward forcefully and moaned continuously. Seeing how comfortable my mother looked, my penis grew larger and larger. But at that time, I didn't know any sexual positions. My mother didn't know either
, only the missionary position. But my mother's cooperation was excellent. Although she was thirty-eight years old, because she hadn't had sex for the past two years, her vagina was still quite tight and wet. Due to long-term labor, she was also very strong. Thrusting her buttocks made the impact between my penis and vagina very effective.

Sometimes, even when I didn't move, she would thrust her buttocks upwards. Seeing my mother's pleasure, my guilt disappeared.

I thrust my penis forcefully into my mother's vagina. She responded with even greater fervor, desperately pressing my buttocks into her vagina. The fluid from her vagina soaked a large patch of the bed. Her moans grew louder, her breasts trembled like leaves, and her buttocks twisted like a millstone. First came moans, then shouts of "Harder! Harder!" Finally, she cried out and fell silent. I knew she had reached orgasm. I thrust in and out over a hundred more times, finally ejaculating inside her. I collapsed and fell asleep. Some time later, I woke up to find my mother limping in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I was already dressed. I wondered if I had been dreaming. I touched my penis; there was still semen on it. I touched the blanket; the vaginal fluid from my mother hadn't dried yet. I realized it was real. But my mother seemed unaffected. She called me to eat breakfast as usual. When I got up, I looked at my mother's face; there was no change.

My mother was really good at pretending.

After that, I didn't touch her for over a month. Several times I tried to touch her, but she dodged. It wasn't until I saw her masturbating that I had sex with her again. After that, we would have sex about every two or three days.

Each time, I would bring my mother to orgasm. My mother was at the age where she was very sexually active. But she always said we should do it less.

I was going through puberty. But we still slept together at night. Every night I would put my hand on her vulva to sleep. She got used to it. Without my hand there, she didn't seem to sleep as well. During this time, that distant cousin came once. But my mother refused him. The cousin left without even eating lunch. This kind of life lasted for three years. I was nineteen years old. Through an introduction, I left my mother to work in the city. It was the kind of hard labor.

Although my mother was reluctant to let me go, she had no choice but to let me work. The family was just too poor. In the city,

we migrant workers were the most pitiful. The wages were pitifully low. Life was hard, and sex was even harder. A few people got their hands on some erotic tapes. It was my first time seeing one. The number of sex positions was astonishing. After watching, I was still hard for a long time.

Two months later, I received my monthly salary. An old migrant worker invited me out. I went with him. It turned out we were going to find prostitutes. In a small street, we found two, but they were over forty years old. The price was very low,

ten yuan per session. Seeing their age, I wanted to leave. The woman, seeing I wanted to leave, said, "Young man, come on, come on. It's free." The old migrant worker also pulled me along. I thought I'd just have to go. That day, the middle-aged woman used every position imaginable. She even wanted me to lick her vagina, saying she'd give me twenty. For the money, I licked that cunt until it was dripping wet. The woman had a large buttocks, but they were loose, and her breasts were also large, but loose. Compared to my mother's buttocks and breasts, they were far inferior. I hadn't had sex for over two months. My penis immediately became erect. The woman even gave me oral sex for a long time, making it even harder. After inserting it into her vagina, I felt empty, without the feeling of having sex with my mother. Perhaps this woman's vagina had been used too much. But when I thought of my mother's enormous breasts,

I felt like I was having sex with her. I thrust hard. The woman was also into it, moaning incessantly and shouting that she was going to die. I thrust hard too, changing positions with the woman. Finally, the woman went limp and fell silent.

I could only thrust wildly and ejaculate inside her. When I left, the woman gave me twenty yuan

and told me to come often. Later, I went several times. Anyway, it was free. This made the old migrant worker extremely envious.

During the New Year, I went home. When my mother saw me return, she rushed over and hugged me. Without saying a word, I picked up my mother and threw her onto the bed. I quickly stripped her clothes off. I saw her vagina was already overflowing with vaginal fluid. But I wasn't impatient. Instead, I squeezed her large breasts and rubbed them hard. Then I kissed her vulva and licked her clitoris. No one had ever kissed my mother's vulva before. Just one touch, and her vaginal fluid sprayed onto my face. Her body writhed incessantly. A few minutes later, there was no sound. I could only feel the vaginal fluid flowing continuously. Her large breasts seemed about to burst. I gently inserted my penis into her vagina. Only then did I come to my senses. I attacked fiercely, as if trying to pierce her cunt.

My mother moaned softly, saying she was going to die. I slowed down, letting my mother sit on me while I thrust. I kept slapping her plump buttocks. Her vaginal fluid flowed onto me as well. I kept changing positions,

thrusting until she was almost dead. Later, I had her lie face down on the bed. I entered her from behind, thrusting wildly. She didn't react at all.

After letting her catch her breath, I thrust forcefully again. Finally, she fainted for several minutes. I grabbed her big buttocks and thrust hard, ejaculating into her uterus. That day, we did it six times. We didn't get up until 10 a.m. the next day.

When I got up, my mother touched my head. I got aroused and did it again. My mother kept saying no, no,

but her vaginal fluids flowed out again. After we had sex, my mother walked unsteadily for several days. When I asked, I found out that her vagina was swollen from all the sex.

After the New Year, I went to the city to work again. The night before I left, we had sex six more times, until my mother's vaginal fluids were all gone. Her vagina was dry. When I left, she was supposed to see me off, but she couldn't get up because her vagina hurt and she couldn't walk. But I didn't go home for six years. I earned a lot of money after working and also found a girlfriend. When I went back, I brought my girlfriend with me. My mother seemed very happy. That night,

I made my wife scream and shout. The mother next door kept turning around to the rhythm of those lewd sounds. I knew my mother couldn't take it, but I couldn't go to her. Until midnight, after my wife fell asleep, I secretly went to my mother's room.

My mother was asleep, but her body was naked, and her vagina was still wet. I immediately thrust my penis into her cunt. My mother was awake, but didn't make a sound, afraid my wife next door would hear. My mother was forty-eight years old,

but due to long-term labor, her body was still strong, though she had gained some weight. Her buttocks were bigger. Because no one had fucked her for six years, her vagina was still very tight and wet. But someone was next door. She didn't make a sound, but simply thrust her fat buttocks towards my penis. That night, I used all my strength to fuck my mother until her vaginal fluids filled the bed.

Not long after, I was getting married. On my wedding day, I also asked someone to find my mother a strong, thirty-something man. Because I had some money, the bachelor was happy to agree. My mother was also quite satisfied. They got married on the same day as us. That night, while I was fucking my wife, making her scream and shout, my mother was also moaning incessantly. My wife had a big ass, a very plump vagina, and enormous breasts, much like my mother. Her vagina was tighter than my mother's. I was much more wanton when I fucked her than my mother. She never cared whether anyone was around. But that night, she screamed loudly, though not louder than my mother. My mother and I had made love so many times, and although she moaned, she had never screamed like that. I got up and saw my mother lying on top of that man, shaking incessantly. Her two large breasts were trembling. She was screaming, "Fuck me! Fuck my vagina!" as if she wanted to insert the man completely into her vagina. The man was single and rarely had sex. He seemed to have never seen this before and was a little uncomfortable. But my mother was already an expert. She had many moves, and even some innovations. Her huge, millstone-like buttocks pounded against me like cannon fire. She kept shouting, "Fuck me harder! I want it! I want it!" This was the first time I had ever seen my mother so wanton. I realized that she was actually quite reserved when she was having sex with me.

The next day, my mother got up very early, just as calmly as ever. She said, "There's not much firewood left, I'll go chop some."

The man originally wanted to go, but his legs were already weak. One night had been enough for him. My mother said, "If you don't want to go,

I'll go." So she went alone. After a while, my mother still hadn't returned. I thought she might not be able to carry me, so I went to find her. On the mountaintop, I saw my mother. But she seemed to be lying on the ground looking at something. I went over to take a look.

It turned out that Uncle Li and his wife from the other side of the mountain were having sex there. My mother was watching and touching her lower body.

She didn't even see me when I came. Uncle Li's wife was fair-skinned. Her breasts were very white and round. Her thighs were raised very high.

A series of lewd moans and cries filled the air. They shouted, "Thrust harder! Fuck me harder!" My mother lay there motionless for a long time.

After a while, Uncle Li lay motionless on top of his wife. I went to my mother's side and touched her buttocks. My mother cried out, "Who's there?" This startled Uncle Li, who panicked and ran with his wife, pulling up their pants. His wife's breasts jiggled as she ran, her white buttocks swaying. She disappeared into the woods in an instant.

My mother, having recovered, said, "You scared me half to death!" I looked and saw that my mother's vulva was exposed, her juices still flowing. I quickly pulled off her pants and ripped off her shirt. I placed her large buttocks on the ground, buried my face in her vulva, kissed her clitoris, and vigorously rubbed her large breasts. It was our first time having sex in the wild. My mother was very excited, her juices dripping. I penetrated her vagina, thrusting straight into her cervix, and said to her, "If you enjoy it, scream out loud." My mother initially moaned softly. But as I thrust harder, her moans grew louder, eventually reaching the other side of the mountain, echoing back. My mother had probably never felt so good before. Her large breasts trembled wildly, her enormous buttocks were raised high, and her vagina was gushing with fluid. The advantage of having sex in the wild is the spaciousness. We rolled around as we fucked, in the dense grass. My mother lay on the ground, wanting me to fuck her from behind. I grabbed her buttocks and thrust wildly, like poking a hornet's nest, so cruelly, as if I wanted to tear her vagina apart. My mother completely let go, shouting how good it felt, how comfortable it was. Fuck me, fuck me to death. Squeeze my breasts, harder, fuck my cunt. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. Good son. Mother is going to die. I slowed down, slapping her large buttocks. My mother seemed afraid my penis would run away, desperately pushing her vulva towards my penis.

We fucked for a while. Her body went completely limp. Her cries became indistinct. I knew my mother was about to climax, so I thrust in hard, ejaculating until she collapsed to the ground. A while passed. My mother didn't move.

That day, I helped my mother down the mountain. When we got back, my wife said, "Hey, I just heard a sound up the mountain.

It was so strange. It sounded like Mother's voice. Are you alright?" My mother's face flushed instantly. I told my wife that Mother had fallen. My mother quickly said, "She fell." That night, when we were sleeping, I inserted my penis into my wife's vagina. My wife moaned and said, "Today, Mother's voice didn't sound like she'd fallen. It sounded like she was moaning comfortably. It was the kind of sound you hear when you're being fucked." I thrust hard into her cunt. I said, "You misheard. All you ever think about is this. I'll fuck you to death!" I attacked her relentlessly. She moaned until she was silent. After that time I fucked my mother, there was no sound from her room for several days. The man was happy to have some peace and quiet. But soon, they started moving again. Each time they cried out loudly. I also made love to her every night. My wife, hearing the cries from the other side, would also cry out wildly. The quiet mountain was filled with life.

But that man still couldn't satisfy my mother's sexual desire. Every few days, he would ask me to go up the mountain to chop firewood and have sex with her in the wild.

Not long after our marriage, I went to the city to become a small business owner. I rarely went home. My mother gradually aged. Her

sex life became less frequent. I almost never had sex with her again. We had sex once on her fifty-second birthday.

Not long after, she said she couldn't do it anymore. Later, she grew older and older. Because she didn't work anymore, her waist became thicker and thicker.

She even had trouble breathing when walking. I never had sex with her again. Only that man occasionally had sex with her, but it wasn't as good as before. My mother's sexless life was drawing ever closer. Now, I live in a strange small city!

Every time the night is quiet, I hear my mother's dreamlike moans echoing in my ears!

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