Facing a desperate situation

In 20XX AD, World War II broke out.

The causes of the war are lost to history; the only certainty is that it was
the most brutal, deadliest, shortest-lasting, and most devastating war in history.

The war lasted only ten days, with countless nuclear bombs exploding across every inch of land, leaving corpses everywhere.
After the war, governments and nations ceased to exist; those who survived
fought for their lives.

*** *** ***

This was thirteen years after the nuclear war that destroyed the world, and the earth remained shrouded in darkness
.

Our whole family was gathered in the kitchen. My mother and I, along with our four children—three daughters and a boy—
stood around the counter. My mother lay naked on the counter, and I stood to her left,
gazing at her beautiful body with the children.

Now, the six people in this kitchen are the last six remaining in our world
. And soon, those six will be reduced to five, because my mother, the
mother of my children, will sacrifice her life and—her body—so that we may continue to survive. My

mother lies peacefully on the large cutting board, her snow-white, high breasts rising and falling rhythmically. My mother
is fifty-five years old this year. Apart from being slightly plump, she is still as beautiful as she was twenty years ago. Although
there were advanced medical conditions before the war, it cannot be denied that time has been kind to a beauty like my mother; the harsh
environment has not diminished her beauty.

For thirteen years, this beautiful body has brought me endless joy and given me the strength to live.
But today, I must personally take this beautiful, gentle body…

Uncontrollable tears streamed down my face. I looked around blankly at the dark scenery outside the window
, my thoughts swirling.

*** ***

The outbreak of war destroyed humanity's technological achievements and civilized society. The dust from the nuclear explosions
further obscured the sunlight essential for life, plunging the Earth into a long period of darkness.

Without sunlight, the most direct and severe consequence was the lack of renewable food. After surviving the war,
humanity, having exhausted its meager reserves of food and other edible resources, began to resort to cannibalism.

I was no exception; in fact, if I didn't eat people, I would be eaten. Moreover, beside me
was someone desperately in need of my protection—my dear mother.

With the martial arts skills honed through rigorous special forces training and my exceptional intellect, I
triumphed in the fierce competition. The reward was that both my mother and I survived, and we even had four lovely children.

However, cruel reality was finally about to take my mother's life. Because the last food source—humanity—
was gradually disappearing in the mutual slaughter, starting a year ago, our family finally faced
the desperate situation of having no food at all.

*** *** ***

The room was completely silent; time seemed to stand still—if only time could stop,
I thought bitterly.

My gaze lingered on a pile of white bones in the corner, which had once belonged to a beautiful woman, at least
two months ago.

The result of cannibalism is that eventually, even humans can't be eaten.

After surviving a month of famine, two months ago, I was lucky enough to capture prey (
that's what I always call my fellow humans)—a thirty-year-old white woman.

She was very tall, and even though she was emaciated from hunger, she was still very beautiful
, with beautiful blonde hair and long legs. She had probably been the pet of some powerful person—it was very likely that
this was the only way she had gotten food and survived. She hid in a cave; I think she
probably preferred to starve to death there rather than become someone else's food.

The woman fought back desperately against my hunt, using all sorts of methods. As I
cleaned her before she died, she wept bitterly.

After washing her clean, I placed her on the same cutting board where my mother now lay. My children, just like now,
gathered around the board, their eyes gleaming with hunger. At that moment, the woman knew her fate was inevitable.
Tears streaming down her face, she begged me to give her one last orgasm before she died.

I granted her final request, thrusting my thick penis into her. Under the threat of death, the woman
reached an unprecedented climax. As her body trembled and
she released her juices, the sharp knife in my hand severed the blood vessel in her throat. The woman died in ecstasy. As she exhaled her last breath, I saw
pleasure in her eyes.

To make her death less painful was the greatest mercy I could give her.

As usual, my mother cooked the woman into a large pot of soup, and we enjoyed two more months of
good food. But neither my mother nor I felt any joy. We both realized that this woman
was likely the last prey I could catch, and if no new food came, it would
be our own end.

We were in dire straits…

*** *** ***

Even the most abundant food will eventually run out, let alone for two adult men and women and four growing, hungry
children.

We two adults gave the last of our food to the children, but five days ago they had
devoured it all. Now, their once adorable little faces were lifeless, their eyes gleaming with hunger
. My mother and I were also starving.

I went hunting every day, but to no avail.

Ten days ago, I went out for one last hunt, using my newly developed pre-war transportation
—a flying car—to search the entire world for the nth time every possible place where life might exist.

Mountains, plains, swamps, forests, rivers, deep seas… I’ve been to every place where life has ever been
, but even with the most advanced equipment, I haven’t found a single trace of life. Without sunlight,
no life can survive; all I see are ruins left by pre-war civilization. Humanity created
this advanced civilization with its own hands, and then destroyed it with its own.

It wasn’t until last night that I gave up my last hope, returning home empty-handed and dejected
. Looking at my wife and children, who were anxiously waiting for me to bring food, I was speechless.

My understanding mother didn’t ask about my hunting trip; she just smiled gently and prepared a bath for me, then
comforted my exhausted body with her beautiful body.

I can still clearly remember every detail of last night, and I
will never forget it in the years to come.

*** *** ***

I came out of the bathroom and saw my mother lying on my bed.

She smiled at me, opened her legs, and opened the mysterious door to me.

Although my mother and I have maintained a daily sex life of at least once a day for the past thirteen years, even during her pregnancy
, seeing her beautiful body still stirred my passion.

I jumped onto the bed, knelt between her legs, and vigorously licked her lips and her swollen nipple
, thirstily drinking in the sweet nectar. At that moment, my mother also moved her body, taking my large penis into her mouth and gently
sucking it.

My mother seemed to be putting in extra effort; her small mouth, which used to only be able to hold half of my penis, now swallowed it entirely
. The nerves in my glans could clearly feel the movement of her soft throat.

For some reason, my mother seemed particularly excited, and it took me much less time than usual for her
to reach her first orgasm under my licking. I saw my mother's vulva bloom before me, thick, lustful fluid
gushing from her honeyed depths, accompanied by golden urine—my mother was no longer young,
her vaginal muscles had loosened, so she had been experiencing urinary incontinence with each orgasm for a long time
.

I was engrossed in my work, sucking on my mother's fluids, when the unexpectedly large amount of lustful fluid and
urine gushed into my mouth, making me cough repeatedly. My mother reached out and patted my buttocks twice as an apology
, and I reciprocated by patting her snow-white buttocks twice, a sign that it was alright; my mother and I
always expressed our affection in this tacit way when we were in the 69 position.

Actually, I didn't care about my mother's urine at all. I admit it tasted strange the first time I drank it, but
after getting used to it, I found that the mixture of my mother's urine and vaginal fluid had a unique flavor. Watching my mother urinate excited
me even more. Sometimes, when I had nothing to do, I would even find pleasure in watching my mother urinate. Because of this, my mother
always drank a lot of water, especially before sex, to satisfy my lust.

This time, my mother must have drunk an excessive amount of water beforehand. Three minutes later, when my mother climaxed again, a large
amount of urine rushed onto my face.

After my mother climaxed twice, I also began to succumb to my mother's oral skills. To prolong the intercourse
, I reluctantly pulled my penis out of my mother's mouth. At this moment, I inadvertently saw that
there were tears in my mother's eyes, but I didn't pay attention, thinking it was because my mother was too excited.

My mother and I shared a French kiss, embracing tightly, eyes locked, lips pressed
together, tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva and the fluids we had just sucked, emitting
muffled, meaningless sounds of pleasure from our throats.

Then I inserted my penis into my mother's vagina, thrusting vigorously. My mother's vagina had actually loosened; age
and frequent childbirth had turned the purplish-black opening far from giving me the same tight, pleasurable sensation as before.
In fact, not only her genitals, but also her breasts had sagged, and wrinkles had appeared at the corners of her eyes.

Mother! My fifty-five-year-old mother! She's aged!!!

But this didn't diminish my love for her. In my eyes, my mother would always be that beautiful, alluring, and gentle
mother, the woman I loved most in this life, and the only woman I would ever have.

I didn't pretend not to notice these changes in my mother; instead,
I showed her with an open-minded attitude that I didn't care about her physical changes at all. Anything that made her happy
was my happiness. Because the love between my mother and me was a true love that transcended time.

I pressed all my strength onto my mother to intensify my thrusts. Beneath me, she
writhed seductively like a large snake, emitting wanton moans, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Twenty minutes later, I lay on top of her, roaring as I released my seed into her body. My mother
trembled beneath me, reaching orgasm with me.

We remained nestled together, her muscles twitching unconsciously, lost in a trance
. After about a minute, she let out a long sigh.

As soon as she awoke, she picked up the teapot on the bedside table and gulped down the tea
. I saw her abdomen, which had been sunken from not eating for several days, quickly swell up. She
must have drunk at least two liters of water.

I stared at her in astonishment, wondering why she was doing this, vaguely sensing that she was acting
differently than before.

Mom put down the teapot, smiled at me, and lowered her head to take my penis into her mouth. My heartstrings
trembled at her smile; this smile, so different from before, gave me a poignant feeling.

With Mom's vigorous sucking, my penis quickly became erect again. I reached out to help Mom
onto the bed, but she stopped me.

"You lie down, I'll do it," Mom said. Then, without waiting for my objection, she pushed me down onto the bed and straddled
me, thrusting her hips.

I watched in surprise as Mom moved her body up and down. It wasn't that I was unaccustomed to Mom's initiative, but because Mom...
Mom had reached at least six orgasms by this point, and her body was extremely exhausted. Such
intense sex was rare for her, especially now that she was getting on in years.

Mom straddled me, moaning loudly, pleasing me with her whole being.

Then came anal sex…

breast sex…

another round of passionate lovemaking…

When Mom's exhausting, frenzied sex finally ended, our bed was a mess, the room
reeking of her urine. Even in this state, Mom still forced herself to help me shower, her body weary
.

"Mom, what's wrong with you today? Why are you pushing yourself so hard?" I couldn't help but ask her in the bathroom
.

Mom looked up, smiling weakly, "Good son, let's talk about it after we're done showering, okay?"

At that moment, Mom moved slightly beneath me. I looked up at her. Mom smiled at me, her
smile radiating the great glow of motherhood.

"Why are you crying? Everyone has to go through this. Think about what we said last night!"

After coming out of the bathroom, Mom and I lay side by side on another large bed (
we could have as many beds and bedding like this as we wanted, because they were everywhere in abandoned shopping malls). It was already past midnight,
but neither of us was sleepy.

Although I was still incredibly hungry, my mind and body were still immersed in the afterglow of my climax. Mom
nestled in my arms, and I thought she felt the same way.

Although I felt Mom's behavior was a bit strange today, I didn't urge her to tell me what was on her mind.
If she wanted to say it, she would say it herself.

Suddenly, Mom wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long kiss. It wasn't a passionate, fiery kiss,
but a gentle, lingering, deep, and tender kiss that expressed a profound love that no words could convey.

At that moment, the earth stopped turning.

I don't know how much time passed before we finally parted reluctantly.

"Do you remember the first time we made love?" Mom asked softly.

I nodded. How could I forget? That lovemaking that changed my life.

"The war had just ended. You were twenty-two, I was forty-two, and you came back from the front..."

*** *** ***

When the war broke out, I was a special forces soldier. We were ordered to hide in an underground bunker on the front lines,
ready to strike at any moment. In the army, I received the most rigorous training, enough to handle any of the
most dangerous situations that might arise.

But the war unfolded unexpectedly. We never had a chance to engage the enemy; the war ended
. When we emerged from the underground military bunker, we were met with ruins shrouded in darkness. No one was directing
us, telling us what to do. Everything was in chaos. I realized this situation was all too
common.

At that moment, I immediately thought of my mother. My widowed mother lived alone in our hometown. I wondered
how she was doing in this chaotic and dangerous situation.

My mother was the person I loved most in this world. My father died young, and I had virtually no memory of him
. But my mother was different. My beautiful and gentle mother had always been the embodiment of perfection in my heart.

Two years ago, while my mother was taking a shower, I, who had been secretly watching her, suddenly rushed into the bathroom.
I haltingly confessed my long-suppressed feelings for her, then embraced her naked body and begged for
sex. My mother was clearly aroused, panting as she allowed me to freely touch every part of her body.

However, just as I was about to insert my erect penis into her vagina, my mother stopped me and sternly
shouted at me, kicking me out of the bathroom. A few minutes later, she emerged fully dressed, warning me never to have
such thoughts again.

This was the only time in my memory that my mother had ever spoken harshly to me. I was filled with shame. Three days later, my mother enrolled me
in the army. From then on, I left my hometown, which had caused me so much pain, and never returned. Only in the dead of night
, when I dreamt of my mother, would I gaze at her photograph.

Thinking of my mother filled me with worry, but my duty as a soldier prevented me from leaving my post. However
, when I discovered two days later that my superior had suddenly left without saying goodbye, I didn't hesitate to desert as well.

I stole a car and sped back to my hometown. When I entered the house, two thugs had already stormed
into my mother's and my home, preparing to rape her.

*** *** ***

"...At that time, I was completely desperate. Those two thugs had already stripped me naked. Just then,
you suddenly ran in and shot and killed those two hooligans..."

*** *** ***

Two gunshots rang out. I angrily killed the two men, who were about my age. My mother, naked,
threw herself into my arms and cried loudly, her tears soaking my clothes. I stroked her body to comfort her.

To be honest, although my mother was naked in my arms, I didn't have a single
lewd thought in my mind at that moment. Since that humiliating incident two years ago, I've kept my love for my mother locked
away in my heart, only trying my best to care for her.

But what she did next shocked me. When she suddenly struggled out of my arms and took
three steps back, I thought she had calmed down and remembered what happened two years ago, so she wanted to keep her
distance.

Who knew that after looking me up and down with tears in her eyes, she would suddenly squat down in front of me, reach down and
unzip my pants, take out my large penis, and then take it into her mouth with her soft lips.

My blood rushed to my head, and after a brief moment of bewilderment, I immediately began to rub my
mother's breasts in response. We quickly became lost in a burning passion. I didn't think much of it...
After a brief foreplay, I inserted my penis into my mother's honey pot, fulfilling a twenty-year-long dream.

I felt an unprecedented joy filling every cell of my body.

Making love with my mother for the first time made me incredibly excited. I thrust violently, and my mother moaned softly beneath me.
The intense stimulation caused me to ejaculate quickly, but I immediately came again.

"Why are you so good to me, Mom?" During a lull in the passion, I couldn't contain my doubts any longer
and asked my mother.

"Because I love you, son!" my mother answered with tears in her eyes. "I've loved you for a long time.
After you left, I thought about you every day. I forced you to join the army because I was afraid that if I saw you again, I wouldn't
be able to control myself..." My mother's face flushed, and she couldn't continue.

I was overjoyed. So my mother loved me too; it wasn't just me having unrequited love.
This joyous news from my mother made me feel that life was full of meaning.

"I love you, Mom!!" Looking into my mother's eyes, I solemnly uttered the vow of love.

"I love you too, my darling son."

"...Do you remember how many times you ejaculated that day?" Just yesterday, as we lay in bed
reminiscing about our first time making love thirteen years ago, my mother asked me this.

I racked my brain, "About three times! I don't remember very clearly."

"Four times, you ejaculated four times, and I ejaculated five times." My mother said with a smile, "Son, you're amazing
, you actually ejaculated four times in a row! If I hadn't told you to stop, you might have continued..."

"Mom, I've never asked you why you wouldn't agree to have sex with me before I joined the army, but after I
came back from the front lines, you were so eager to make love to me?"

My mother was silent for a moment.

"It was because of the war. I regretted it so much then... why didn't I give you my body...
why did I force you to join the army... I was terrified every day... afraid of receiving bad news from you..." "

So many people died in the war, I didn't even know if I would survive... Seeing the dead around me
, I thought, if I died before you understood my feelings, you might have a
guilty conscience for the rest of your life..." "Anyway, we might die any day... why should we avoid the sweetness of love

because of societal pressure ?" 　　Mom said haltingly. "Having such a great, responsible, and gentle son and...husband as you is the greatest happiness of my life," Mom said firmly, looking into my eyes in my arms. 　　I hugged Mom tightly, moved, and she hugged me back. 　　"I love you, Mom!" 　　"I love you too, my son." 　　　　　　*** *** *** 　　Thirteen years later, I once again uttered the same words of love to my mother. My heart, compared to thirteen years ago, hasn't changed much. If anything has changed, it's that my love, after thirteen years of accumulation , is deeper and more refined. 　　"I will never regret loving you, Mom!" 　　"Me too, son." 　　　　　　*** *** *** 　　Thinking of those sweet words at midnight, my tears flowed even more fiercely. 　　Mom leaned up from the chopping board and hugged my neck: "Good son, you are a strong man , you still have to set an example for the children! Have you forgotten what we said tonight? Your burden is much heavier than mine, don't cry anymore, okay?" Mom comforted me gently, just like before. 　　The things we said last night… 　　　　　　*** *** *** 　　“Is there no more food?” 　　Half an hour had passed since my mother and I had been pouring out our hearts to each other. We had been cuddling like this the whole time. Suddenly, my mother asked about food, instantly breaking the spell of forgetting our pain and pulling me back to reality. 　　I sighed, “I’ll go out and look again tomorrow.” 　　Although I said that, I was completely hopeless about finding food. Where could I even look? I had searched the entire world except for hell. 　　“Will you find anything?” 　　I shook my head. 　　“Let’s do our best and leave the rest to fate!” 　　“We can’t wait any longer. The children have been hungry for five days. If this continues, they won’t make it to the day after tomorrow,” my mother said worriedly. But I knew that she had gone hungry the longest because she had saved the last bit of food for me and the children, because I needed to eat well to have the strength to hunt, and the children were still growing. 　　"I can't do anything! I'm not a god, I can't conjure up food." I cried out anxiously. 　　"I have a way!" 　　Mom suddenly said, a statement that took me completely by surprise. 　　"You have a way, Mom? Did you store some food before? Or..." I was too happy to speak . Mom had food; this news excited me so much. Food meant we could survive . 　　Mom didn't seem as happy as I was; she just smiled at me. 　　"What is it? Is it the cured meat we left over? I remember we ate it all a long time ago?" 　　As I asked this, I felt Mom's soft body in my arms suddenly tense up. She pulled away from me and sat down opposite me. 　　"It's not cured meat, it's fresh meat, a living person, a woman." 　　"A living woman? Ah, did you catch her while I was away? I never thought there would still be a living woman. Mom, is that why you're so happy today? It's wonderful, a living woman."

In my experience, women are much tastier than men; they're not only fatter and more tender, but also fresher and more delicious. A
living woman—how wonderful! No wonder Mom was so excited in bed.

"Not bad! A living woman, 169 cm tall, 59 kg, measurements 98-58-97
. Everything's good, except she's a bit old."

These numbers are a bit strange, as if they belong to someone I know very well.

I stared at Mom in disbelief.

"Where is she? Take me to see her."

"Right in front of you, child," Mom said expressionlessly, "It's me."

It's Mom! That so-called woman is Mom herself! Mom is actually going to eat herself!

I jumped up: "No, I don't agree with this absurd suggestion! Ah! Mom, please don't
think like that!"

"There's only this one way, only this one method, to save your lives."

"What's the point of my life? What's the point of my life without you?"

"You are my husband and son, the head of the family, and a rational person. Now, please let me
finish what I have to say."

"Your life doesn't just belong to yourself. Right now, there are only six of us left on Earth
, but we should try our best to continue life, not just for ourselves, but also for the Earth
. Of course, I don't want to, God knows how much I don't want to leave you, but for the continuation of life, I have no
choice but to choose this method."

I know my mother is extremely persistent in her pursuit of life. She has repeatedly told me that when her daughters are a little older,
she wants me to have sex with them to continue the family line, and the more children the better.

"We can kill one of the children..." I said hesitantly. I loved my four
children so much; I would give my life for them. But Mom...

"Please, please don't think like that. It makes me, as a mother, so sad... Eating the children is far
worse than eating me. I'm old, I've lost my fertility... My strength and health are failing,
I'm useless... And I have the most flesh..."

Tears streamed down my mother's face like a river. She cried and threw herself into my arms
.

"I... I can't watch you... watch you and the children die... Let me... let me die first
... Let you bear this cruel nightmare... You're a strong man... Let me... let me die first
..."

My tears also welled up. I pressed my face against my mother's, our tears mingling and
dripping onto the white sheets.

*** *** ***

Now, Mother lies on that large chopping board specially made for processing game, and I am about to
kill the woman I love most in my life—my mother—with my own hands.

After a fierce argument, Mother even threatened suicide, forcing me to agree to her proposed method,
setting the time for the disposal at eight o'clock tonight, just in time for dinner.

In fact, this is the best solution at the moment.

I am the head of the household, the only adult male. Hunting and managing the household are both indispensable, and I am also
responsible for impregnating my daughter. The children are still young and very young.

Mother is too old to have children, and she consumes a lot of food. Moreover, most importantly,
Mother is the one with the most meat in the family besides me. All these facts show that treating Mother as food is
the most efficient way to get through the current predicament.

In reality, reason compels me to agree to Mother's request, but emotions cannot control my tears from
flowing.

My mother kissed my face, licking away my tears with her tongue: "Don't cry, good baby, don't cry! You're so big now
, it's ugly to cry like this!"

But it wasn't just me; my mother's four children were also in tears. They had
been told the news this morning after waking up, and their tears hadn't stopped since. The thought of their loving
mother leaving them was heartbreaking for each of us.

But my mother told us that she wanted to see us happy before she died. To avoid
making her even more sad, we all forced smiles.

From morning until now, the whole family has been in this state of extreme grief.

*** *** ***

To give my mother and me more time together, the children thoughtfully took over all the chores.
They worked very hard to tidy the room, wash the cutting board, and clean all the cooking utensils.

My mother and I stayed in the house, and she busied herself preparing dinner,
getting herself clean.

"I want to etch my most beautiful self into your memory, so you won't forget me," Mom
said jokingly.

Mom bathed every hour and a half. I saw her not only wash herself clean, but also
brush off the dead skin cells with a brush and apply fragrant moisturizer.

"Why do you do that?" I couldn't help but ask, knowing full well what her answer would be.

"It's so the children can eat the freshest meat!" Mom said. "I always want to cherish them a little longer
, poor little ones, they won't have a mother anymore."

I was speechless. Even at this time, my mother was still thinking only of her children. Truly,
the hearts of parents are all the same.

To cleanse her body, Mom also had me perform an enema, which was cruel
torture for both of us.

An enema was a necessary procedure before processing the prey. In the past, especially with
female prey, I always performed the enemas myself. For the person receiving the enema, the anus wanted to defecate but couldn't.
Pulling it out, and with a burning pain, was truly torture. Frankly, I loved this job
because I derived a sadistic pleasure from it.

But giving my mother an enema…

I thought of her anus, a large black hole in the middle of her black anus, where not only were the muscles relaxed
, but she also suffered from rectal prolapse. This was because, out of a desire to satisfy my sexual desires and give me greater pleasure
, my mother willingly offered me her anus as her virginity, demanding that I continuously develop it to compensate for
the looseness of her vagina. And I selfishly agreed to my mother's request, completely disregarding her physical condition
, frequently inserting my large penis into her anus, enjoying the tightness and pleasure.

Now, seeing my mother's anus, I deeply understand the depth of her love for me—it
's a selfless, completely altruistic love, like "I grow thinner and thinner, yet I have no regrets, for I am wasting away for her." My mother
loves me with her whole being, without a single impurity.

I was asked to give my mother an enema, which I had already ravaged, and the purpose of the enema was to enjoy
the flesh of this poor anus even more thoroughly. Holding the enema syringe, I absolutely refused to insert it into my mother's body. Finally,
my mother impatiently slapped her own bottom, and I reluctantly gave her the enema, making sure
to be extremely gentle.

But my mother was still in pain, covered in cold sweat. I held her in my arms, my heart aching, and she forced a smile
to comfort me: "It's alright, sweating more will help expel the dirt from your pores."

My mother also kept drinking large amounts of water, also trying to remove impurities from her body. I remembered that my mother
also drank a lot of water when we made love, and I realized that she had already considered sacrificing herself.

*** *** ***

At some point, the children crowded around my mother and me, crying. My mother lovingly stroked
their little heads, comforting them.

Our youngest child, Xiaoming, my mother's only son, cried and hugged his mother's body.

"Mom! I don't want to eat you, please don't die!"

Mom smiled kindly, "Don't be like that, Xiaoming! Mom can't bear to leave you either. Even though Mom
isn't by your side, Mom will be watching over you from heaven!"

"You are Mom's precious children. Having you is the happiest thing in my life! Do you
know that?"

"Don't forget what we said at noon! If you really love Mom, have more
babies in the future. Then Mom will be very happy even in heaven!"

"You must work as hard as you did at noon, and have more babies for Dad and your brother. That
will be the greatest comfort to Mom!"

At noon, Mom asked our children to stop working and come to our bedroom.

When the children came, Mom also took off her clothes.

"Mom, what are you doing? Do you want to stand in front of the children without clothes?" I asked curiously.

Although we are a loving couple who make love every day, Mom and I always dress neatly in front of our children
because Mom believes it's good for their development.

The children soon came in, and when they saw their naked mother, they all looked surprised, but
sensibly remained silent.

Mom lay naked on the bed and commanded the children, "Now, take off your clothes."

The children did as she instructed.

I looked at my children, especially my three daughters.

I hadn't expected my daughters to be so well-developed. My eldest daughter, Xiaoping, at twelve, was already a complete teenager
, with a slender body and small but full breasts, and a few sparse,
soft, light brown pubic hairs on her pink mons pubis. My second daughter, Xiaoli, and my youngest daughter, Xiaoqing, were twins, a
year younger than their sister Xiaoping, but they also had clearly defined breasts. All three daughters were equally delicate, and after taking off their clothes, their faces
showed adorable shy expressions.

My son, Xiaoming, is only nine years old this year, and his body is not yet fully developed, but I noticed that after seeing his mother and
sisters' naked bodies, his little penis became noticeably erect.

His mother had Xiaoming sit on the bed beside her, while the other children stood in a group around the bed.

His mother held Xiaoming's hand, looking at them seriously: "My children, there are some things
I should have told you when you were older, but I can't wait that day. So now I'll
let you understand what a woman is and what your future tasks are."

His mother placed Xiaoming's hand on her breasts: "These are breasts. When a woman has a child, there
will be very sweet milk here, which babies love to drink. However, even your father often drinks from it
. "

Xiaoming respectfully stroked his large breasts.

"Mom, why are your breasts so big, and my sister's breasts are so small?" Xiaoming asked curiously
.

"What, have you touched my sister's breasts?"

"I...I...sometimes when they're sleeping...I secretly touch them..."

Even in this sad atmosphere, my mother and I couldn't help but laugh.

The daughters all snorted in dissatisfaction, and the eldest daughter, Xiaoli, muttered, "You little pervert!"

"This child is exactly like you when you were little!" my mother said to me with a smile.

My mother's hand guided Xiaoming's hand, continuing to stroke downwards, soon reaching that sacred honeyed place.

"Hey! Mom! Why do you have a hole down there, but I have a little stick here?"

"Xiaoming, that's the difference between women and men. What men have here is called a penis, and what women have here is
called a vagina. You see, one is a stick, and the other is a hole..."

"Ah! I know, isn't it that men have to...what was it again?...Oh! A penis,
to insert a penis into a woman's vagina."

"Xiaoming is so smart, he's right. Inserting a man's penis into a vagina is called having sex. Only through
having sex can you give birth to a baby."

"Give birth to a baby? Mom, did Dad put his penis into your vagina, so you gave
birth to me?"

I snapped angrily from the side, "Why are you asking so many questions, you little brat?"

Mom glared at me, then continued to gently instruct the children.

"Look, these are the labia majora... these are the labia minora... this is the vaginal opening... this is the vagina..."
Mom herself spread her thick labia majora to show the children, and gestured for Xiaoming to touch her vulva
: "Come on... put your fingers in... ah!... Okay, like this... ah..."

Xiaoming's index and middle fingers probed into Mom's vagina, scratching inside. Mom's body
swayed gently with Xiaoming's fingers, letting out soft moans, and her daughters blushed.

"Xiaoming, do you feel anything?"

"Oh! Mommy's inside is moving!" Xiaoming exclaimed excitedly, and at the same time, his little penis
grew bigger.

Soon, fragrant nectar seeped from his vulva, and Xiaoming's entire palm became wet.

"So much water!"

Mommy held Xiaoming's penis: "Xiaoming, look! Put this thing that can grow bigger into a woman's vagina
, and then thrust in and out, and it will ejaculate semen, that white, milk-like stuff,
and that can make a woman pregnant." "

But Mommy, what is milk?" It's pitiful, in the time Xiaoming was born, there were no cows at all,
all the animals had long since died out.

Mommy thought for a moment, then took Xiaoming's tender little penis into her mouth. Mommy's cheeks puffed out as she intently
sucked on Xiaoming's little penis, and a look of intoxication appeared on Xiaoming's face.

Soon, Xiaoming's body trembled, and a small amount of very thick semen shot out from his penis. All
the children looked at this thing they had never seen before with curiosity.

"Oh my! I never thought such a thing could come out here!"

"This is semen," the mother said to the children. "My darlings, you must remember that no matter what
, you must let the man ejaculate this white semen into your vagina. Only then will you give birth to a baby
."

"Next, your father and I will each guide you on how to make love! I will teach
Xiaoming, and your fathers will teach the girls how to make love." The mother suddenly announced
what she was going to do next, which surprised me.

I looked at my mother in surprise. My mother was actually asking me to make love with my daughters!

My mother looked at me encouragingly: "Go! Instruct our daughters on how to make love!"

"But, Mom... I..."

"There's no time, children! We need to teach our children how to be adults as soon as possible so that they can give birth to the next generation."

As she spoke, my mother unbuckled my belt, and I cooperated by taking off my clothes as well.

"Your father and I are teaching you now. You must understand the structure of your bodies and seize every
opportunity to get pregnant, because only by giving birth to many little babies can we avoid extinction!"

When I stood naked in front of my daughters, I heard them gasp in surprise. Indeed, my
enormous, 19-centimeter-long erect penis was sometimes too much even for my mother's vagina, which had given birth to five children
; how could three underage girls possibly bear it!

My mother keenly sensed her daughters' unease: "Don't worry, children, there is no
penis in the world that a woman cannot accommodate. As long as you feel it with your heart, you will definitely experience incredibly wonderful pleasure."

Xiaoping was the first to bravely walk up to me: "Dad, please guide me!"

I gently picked up Xiaoping and placed her on the bed. When our naked skin touched, Xiaoping
let out a soft cry, her body burning hot.

I pressed my lips to Xiaoping's soft, red lips, probing my tongue inside. Xiaoping responded to my kiss with initial awkwardness,
but quickly became more skilled. Meanwhile, my restless hands roamed over Xiaoping's body, finally
stopping at her clitoris.

From her delicate, petal-like lips flowed virgin nectar, which I couldn't resist catching with my mouth, my tongue
licking the girl's pink bud.

"Ah...ah...it hurts...it itches...Daddy...it itches inside..."

"It's alright, my good daughter," her mother, who had been watching over her, said with a smile, "This is a good thing! It's
a sign of excitement!"

While comforting Xiaoping, her mother kept a close eye on her. When she saw that Xiaoping's eyes
were already glazed over and her legs were curling up, she gently slapped me: "You can go in now! Slowly, gently
!"

I guided my penis to Xiaoping's honeyed opening and slowly inserted it. But the opening was too small
; I only managed to insert about half of my glans before Xiaoping cried out in pain, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

"Should we stop? The child is still so young!" I stopped and said to my mother. Asking such a small child to accommodate an adult
man's enormous penis was really asking too much.

My mother lovingly wiped the sweat from Xiaoping's body while firmly rejecting my suggestion: "No
, we must teach the children." She then comforted Xiaoping: "Good girl, it's alright, it just
hurts a little at first, it'll be fine in a bit."

Reassured by her mother, Xiaoping mustered her courage again and said to me, "Daddy! Please continue! Don't worry about
me!"

I gritted my teeth and thrust my huge penis into Xiaoping's vagina in one go.

Xiaoping let out a loud scream.

After a moment of stillness, I began to slowly move my penis from side to side. The expression on Xiaoping's face
gradually changed from pain to pleasure, and she began to moan again, but this time it was a blissful, pleasurable moan.

Seeing their sister's happy expression, the other two daughters, Xiaoqing and Xiaoli, also touched their own genitals, eager to get intimate.
Try it.

Mom then turned to focus on instructing Xiaoming. Although Xiaoming's penis was pitifully small, Mom used
immense patience to help him experience the allure of a woman, and Xiaoming ejaculated again.

Xiaoping also released vaginal fluid under my caresses, but I didn't ejaculate. Seeing only my even larger
penis, Xiaoqing bravely took over Xiaoping's unfinished task.

Finally, I ejaculated into Xiaoli's vagina. All three daughters were exhausted but also incredibly excited
.

After everything was over, Mom said to her daughters, "My good daughters, you must
continue to make love with Dad and your brother like you did today, to have children. That way, my spirit in heaven will be at peace."

This was the last lesson my mother taught her children.

*** *** ***

The children didn't listen to their mother and stop crying. I saw Mom's brow furrow helplessly.

Just then, I suddenly realized, I can't cry anymore. I can't let my mother worry about me anymore. Actually, if we're talking about
pain, it should be my mother who's suffering the most, but she's been forcing a smile so as not to upset us
. How could I let her down?

I fought back my tears, pulled the children away, and hugged my mother's body: "Mom, I won't cry anymore."

My mother smiled with relief and lay back down on the cutting board.

"Do it!" she said in a very calm tone.

I looked at my mother in front of me. She had carefully made herself look her most beautiful; she was
welcoming death as if it were a grand celebration.

I gently stroked my mother's sacred body. Her snow-white, delicate skin was made
even more beautiful by the long, dark hair beneath her body, radiating a soft glow under the light.

*** *** ***

From the time I chased the tired children out of the bedroom until six o'clock, my mother and I had been making
love passionately, both of us trying to bring each other to orgasm.

I had never experienced lovemaking so painfully yet sweetly, so sadly yet so excitedly. The physical pleasure
only served to highlight the inner anguish; we reached climax with tears streaming down our faces.

At six o'clock sharp, Mom shooed me out of the bedroom, saying she needed some peace and quiet.

At seven-thirty, Mom emerged from the bedroom on time, carrying five boxes—her
last gifts for me and the children. She handed the boxes to me, instructing me not to open them until everything was finished.

Mom looked incredibly beautiful. She had taken a final bath and meticulously applied makeup.
This wasn't ordinary makeup; Mom didn't wear rouge, lipstick, or perfume, because
these things are harmful to the human body, and Mom wouldn't let us feel even the slightest discomfort
.

Mom applied a layer of colorless nail polish evenly to her freshly manicured fingernails and toenails
, making their shape look beautiful.

Her skin was also very smooth; she had not only washed it countless times, but all the hair on her body, except for her head hair,
had been removed. Mom also soaked her hands and feet in a medicinal solution to soften and remove the calluses.

She wore a pair of very sexy open-toe strappy high-heeled sandals, because everyone being processed
had to wear shoes that wouldn't easily slip off.

After giving each of us a kiss, Mom resolutely went to the kitchen.

*** *** ***

I gently kissed Mom's entire body, leaving no place, no inch of skin untouched. Then I gently took
Mom's delicate hand and handcuffed it with a ring embedded in the cutting board, then her other hand, both feet, and her supple waist—all
to prevent the prey from struggling. Struggling would not only make the kitchen dirty but also intensify the prey's
suffering.

This was the final preparation for processing the prey; Mom did the rest herself, and
did it very carefully and meticulously.

How can one understand the feelings of someone who knows they are about to die, striving to make their death more swift
!

I looked at my mother: "Mom!...Do...is there anything else you want to say?"

My mother looked at me, considered for a moment, and asked, "Do I look clean? I've always only dealt with other
people, I wonder if there's anything I might have overlooked since this is the first time I'm dealing with myself?" I

nodded: "You're always the cleanest, Mom!"

"Do I look beautiful?"

"You're always the most beautiful, Mom!"

"Don't you look old?"

I shook my head firmly.

My mother smiled happily: "Then I'm relieved!"

"Come on!" she whispered, closing her eyes.

I picked up the sharp knife that I had been keeping by my side, "Goodbye! I love you!" The sharp knife
sliced across my mother's snow-white, slender neck.

I turned my head away.

*** *** ***

With just one cut, one cut severed the carotid artery in my mother's neck, and blood gushed out from a gash the size of a mouth
. My mother's body convulsed, but a serene smile remained on her face, as if she hadn't suffered any pain
.

I threw down the knife and collapsed onto my mother's body, sobbing uncontrollably.

Her body grew cold, and my heart sank into an icy hell.

My mother was dead, killed by the man she loved—her son. From this day forward, I would
never see my loving mother again. No matter what, I would never forgive myself for the sin I had committed against love.

I pulled a steel ring on the cutting board, and the flat board flipped up, turning my mother's body upside down
. All her blood rushed into a large basin below.

(Author's note: Readers who have been waiting for this moment will be disappointed, as this is not a BDSM-themed story.)
The plot doesn't allow for extensive surrealistic and abusive descriptions here. Furthermore, in daily life,
animals intended for consumption are usually processed quickly and bled thoroughly, otherwise the blood remaining inside will severely affect the edibility
.

For the next hour or so, I was like a walking corpse, mechanically processing my mother
's body.

After draining the blood, her body was placed back on the cutting board. I used a knife to cut open her abdomen, removed
her internal organs, hooked her high heels to hang her body upside down, cleaned, butchered, and cooked…

The children silently accompanied me as I did these tasks.

Two hours later, for the first time in two months, the children and I drank delicious meat broth.

At first, no one wanted to even taste it, but if they did, my mother's
sacrifice would have been in vain.

Tears streaming down my face, I finished the broth in front of me in one gulp, took my mother's hair and nails—the
only remaining parts of her body—and returned to my room.

I lay face down on the bed, inhaling the lingering scent of my mother. Just yesterday, she and I had spent a beautiful night together; today,
we are separated by death.

Suddenly, I remembered the final gift my mother had left me, and I quickly got up and opened the gift
box on the table.

Inside was a letter, the envelope bearing my mother's beautiful handwriting:
"To my dearest one!" Below the letter was a garment that looked like it was handwoven.

I carefully opened the envelope; inside was a plain white letter, with my mother's handwriting still wet with ink.

*** *** ***

"My love!

By the time you read this letter, I will no longer be alive.

The thought of parting from you forever tears my heart apart.

But I do not regret making this decision.

Why should I regret it?

In my life, I have had the best man and the best son. He is gentle and considerate, loyal and devoted, strong and intelligent, and I have four 　　children
with him . 　　　　I have all the greatest happiness a woman can have, and I can die without 　　regrets. 　　　　If conditions allowed, I would truly like to grow old with you, but reality is so cruel. 　　　　I remember when you were little, I told you a little story I read in a book: 　　　　A herd of antelopes was being chased by hunters and ran to a cliff. If they could jump over the 　　cliff, the other side would be a way to survive, but the cliff was too wide, even for the swiftest antelopes." The hunters leaped 　　across the cliff. 　　　　The antelopes were cornered, facing a bottomless abyss before them and deadly guns behind them. The herd 　　was on the verge of extinction. The hunters, triumphant, surrounded them, ready to wipe them out. 　　　　Just then, the antelopes quickly split into two groups: one old, the other young and 　　strong, but the two groups were exactly equal in number. 　　　　An old antelope began to run rapidly towards the cliff edge, while a 　　young antelope followed suit shortly behind. At the edge of the cliff, the two antelopes leaped together. The young antelope 　　stepped onto the back of the old one, gaining another chance to propel itself, landing safely 　　on the opposite cliff. The old antelope, however, plunged even faster into the abyss and died. 　　　　The other antelopes followed suit, the old willingly sacrificing themselves, leaving their lives for the younger ones. 　　The sturdy 　　　　Thus, although half the antelopes died, the seeds of survival were preserved. 　　　　The hunters could only watch the departing herd in stunned silence. 　　　　Later, I often wondered, what would I do if we faced such a desperate situation? 　　　　Now that such a desperate situation has arrived, I have considered it carefully before choosing this method, which 　　is also the method chosen by the old antelope. 　　　　If we didn't do this and selfishly only wanted to survive, we humans would also become extinct, 　　and we would be the greatest sinners to destroy humanity. 　　　　I cannot bear such a reputation, and I cannot let the man I love become such 　　a sinner for all time. 　　　　If my actions have saddened you, please don't blame me. And please, 　　live well and shoulder the responsibility of raising our children. I am merely ending it all; your task 　　is far heavier than mine, but I believe my man can shoulder this responsibility and complete this task. 　　Finally , 　　　　I want to give you a gift! This is 　　a pair of underwear I knitted for you with the pubic hair I've grown over the past thirteen years—yes, from the day we got together—because you 　　praised my pubic hair that day for being so fine, black, soft, and beautiful… 　　　　I originally wanted to knit you a vest as a fifteenth wedding anniversary gift… but time 　　couldn't wait… 　　　　Wear this! That way I'll feel like I'm with you every moment… making 　　the most intimate contact that only we two can have when we're alone… 　　　God knows how much I don't want to leave you!!! 　　　No one can love you more than me… 　　　but, I have to say goodbye! 　　　　　　A kiss… 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Mother, today. 　　　　　　*** *** *** 　　Tears streamed down my face, dripping onto the letter. 　　I put down the letter and took out the pair of underwear my mother had knitted by hand from the box. She had used her own dark, soft pubic hair to knit the underwear, first twisting the fine hairs into threads, then meticulously weaving them into a single pair. 　　She had collected pubic hair for thirteen years, all for just one sentence from me. What kind of love could have driven my mother to do such a thing?

Such a thing?

A mother's love is like a thread in her hand, sewing clothes for her wandering son.

Holding the keepsake my mother left me, I raised my head and roared at the sky.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

*** *** ***

In the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed. Now, I am a weathered old woman.

On the anniversary of my mother's death, I brought all my children and grandchildren to her grave again. Buried in this grave
are my mother's remains, truly bones retrieved from soup.

My mother's grave is built on a scenic hillside, below which is the new home I built for my children.

I sat before the grave, gently stroking the tombstone, just as I used to caress my mother's skin.

"My love, I've brought the children to see you.

Xiaoping just gave birth to her eighteenth child two days ago and is still in her postpartum period, so she can't come to see you. The other children
are all here. I don't know how many there are in total, probably two or three hundred, big and small... all
born to me and my daughters, all thanks to you. These children are now having babies...

But Xiaoming isn't here; we disposed of him too because there was no food... But then the sky turned
blue, plants grew again, and we got animal embryos preserved before the war from the lab, and animals appeared
... Although the world is still desolate... it's gradually getting better...

The underwear you left me, I wear every day, never wash it, because it smells like you... even
when we make love, I keep it beside me...

You said your death and my survival were missions... You've completed your mission, but
left me all alone in this world... My mission is finally complete too... even if it's not... I can't wait..."
"And now...

I love you! I'm here with you... You won't be alone anymore... and I won't be alone anymore either..."

I picked up the knife that had slit my mother's throat twenty years ago and cut my own carotid artery. Blood
gushed out, but I felt no pain, only a sense of relief.

In my hazy state, I saw my mother, still so beautiful and gentle. My mother and I embraced tightly...

*** *** ***

A tour group stood on a picturesque hillside, listening to the tour guide's explanation.

"...What you see now is the mausoleum where our common ancestors of humanity in the new century are buried. I'm sure
you all know their deeds from history textbooks... to continue the seed of life..."

At the highest point of the hillside was a magnificently decorated mausoleum. The tombstone in front of the mausoleum bore four large characters:

"Ancestor of Humanity."

In a transparent alloy box in front of the tombstone was a pair of underwear woven from pubic hair.

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