The mother was brutally raped and necrophiled by her cousin.

My mother passed away when I was very young. Looking at her photos, these are my only
memories of her. Because we lived in the countryside at the time, conditions were very limited, and there are many suspicious points

surrounding her death. Actually, there's a secret I've kept hidden in my heart for many years. Although I was only three years old then,
I have fragmented memories of some events that happened.

My mother was very beautiful, somewhat resembling a combination of Zheng Shuang and Vivian Hsu; she
wouldn't be out of place as a star even today. In the black and white photos, although she wore simple clothes, her graceful figure and
extraordinary …

In my memory, my mother had a very gentle personality. I heard from elders that she was a sent-down youth, from a wealthy family, and a prominent
figure in university. Many rich and powerful men pursued her, but she rejected them all.
Somehow, she fell in love with my father. People always say that love in that era was true love.
After graduation, my mother followed my father to our rural hometown, got married, and had children.

Most people envied my parents when they got married, but some were indeed jealous.

Wang Jian was my father's cousin. Unlike his father, he disliked studying from a young age, spending his days fooling around. He looked down on
his father's diligent study, saying what was the point of studying if he couldn't even find a wife?

But in reality, more than ten years later, my father married a beauty like my mother, while Wang Jian remained a nobody.
His parents introduced him to several women, but he rejected them all, saying they were just village girls. Now even matchmakers were unwilling to help him anymore.
His parents were frantic, but he seemed carefree and unconcerned. However,
when he saw my mother's stunning beauty, his jealousy burned fiercely.

Why? He could only marry a village girl, while his bookish cousin married such a beautiful wife.

Three years passed. My mother gave birth to me a year after her marriage. My father became a village official,
busy all day and returning home late. My mother became a teacher at the village school, and because of her beauty and good teaching
, she was well-regarded by the villagers.

One evening, while the men were still working in the fields, Mother and several other farm women were heading home.

They arrived at the village entrance just in time to see Wang Jian and his two companions. Li Zhuang and Fang Peng were notorious hooligans in the
village, spending their days idly. They had spent two years trying to make it in the city, but to no avail, and had returned to the village.
Instead of learning anything good, they had picked up petty theft and other misdeeds. Now, the three of them were a

universally disliked group. The three had spent their gambling winnings on drinks, and Wang Jian poured out all the grievances he had suffered over the years,
especially about his cousin marrying a beautiful wife while he remained single. The other two had
met Mother and understood Wang Jian's anger.

The three staggered drunkenly as they approached Mother and her group.

"Hey, Brother Li, isn't this your beautiful sister-in-law?" Li Zhuang was a large, fat man with a big head and ears, but
he was the most clever and cunning.

"Yeah, Brother Li, we were just talking, and we ran into each other. Aren't you going to do something?" Fang Peng was also a bully who preyed on the weak
. When he saw the beautiful mother, his eyes widened. Wang Jian, who was already harboring resentment, was encouraged by Fang Peng
.

Wang Jian, slightly drunk, felt his anger flare up even more. He swaggered over.

"Hey! Wang Jian! Why aren't you working? What are you doing here? Ugh, you've been drinking. You smell bad
. Get out of my way!" Village girl Li Cui blocked Wang Jian's path.

"You, what I do is none of your business!"

"You little brat, how dare you talk to me like that? I'll tell your parents." Li Cui was no pushover either;
she had her burly husband completely under her thumb.

"Fine, I'll remember you." Wang Jian hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he didn't dare say anything. He just made a threat and
turned to leave.

"Get lost!" Li Cui said smugly, which made the mother smile sweetly.

Seeing Wang Jian's humiliation, the two men gloated and laughed. Wang Jian didn't say anything and walked past them.

Back home, his mother put down her book and busied herself cooking. Her husband came home
late , and she had to make sure he had a hot bowl of rice to eat after a long day.

Wang Jian walked alone along the country road, feeling increasingly resentful. Why? What did I
lack compared to him? Wait a minute!

He had arrived at his mother's house.

Wang Jian, hunched over and with a mischievous grin, stealthily peered over the fence.

His mother was drawing water from the well to wash vegetables. She carried a large wooden bucket, struggling to walk towards the well.

Seeing his mother alone, wiping her sweat, was truly heartbreaking. The alcohol had taken effect, and Wang Jian's
mind was hazy, but an idea popped into his head. He climbed over the fence and tiptoed inside.

The mother walked to the well, took the rope, threw the bucket into the well, and then pulled it up with all her might.

Suddenly, a figure hugged her from behind, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted from behind.

"Ah!"

The mother was startled, and the rope slipped from her hand, falling swiftly down the well opening.

Just then, a hand grabbed the rope.

"Hey, sister-in-law, don't be afraid." Wang Jian flashed what he considered his most handsome smile, but
the fat looked particularly awkward, far from handsome.

When the mother saw it was Wang Jian, she immediately pulled away and ran out of his arms.

"Oh, Wang Jian, what are you doing here? Your cousin is still helping in the fields, he'll be back soon."
The mother didn't dislike the young man, but she didn't have any good feelings towards him either.

"Hehe, I know, I'm not here to see my cousin."

"Then what are you doing here?"

Upon hearing his purpose, the mother suddenly became somewhat frightened.

"I came to see you, sister-in-law. Why did you fall for my bookish cousin? What do I
lack compared to him?"

The mother looked at the drunken Wang Jian, seemingly sensing something amiss in his thoughts.

"Love can come unexpectedly. Besides, your cousin is honest and reliable, everyone can see that. And you
're quite good too. As long as you work hard, you'll definitely marry a wonderful wife."

Wang Jian frowned, shaking his head violently. The alcohol made him even more confused,
and he barely heard what his mother was saying.

"Sister-in-law... why don't you just come with me... as long as... you come with me... I'll definitely turn over a new leaf...
with my abilities... becoming a big boss won't be a problem."

"Wang Jian? Are you drunk? I'm already married, I have children. You're going to cause trouble if you keep going like this. Hurry up and
go home, my husband is coming back soon, and I still have to cook."

Seeing that Wang Jian had lost his mind and was saying such things, his mother backed away while speaking. If
he did something indecent, she, a weak woman, would be no match for the strong young man in front of her.

"Hey, sister-in-law... I'm serious... sister-in-law... don't run away!"

Seeing that things were not going well, his mother turned to leave, but Wang Jian suddenly grabbed her arm.

"Quick, let go! My husband will be back soon! Wang Jian, are you crazy? Help! Help... Ugh!"

Hearing his mother scream, Wang Jian was terrified and covered her mouth. The two began to struggle.

His mother struggled desperately, but Wang Jian was a young adult man, and their strength was completely different.

His mother was pinned against the well's edge.

"Sister-in-law, don't scream, don't scream! Just this once, please, just this once, okay? If you don't
agree, I'll throw you in."

His mother's mouth was covered, and her body was half-suspended in the air.

No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape the man before her. Wang Jian had lost his mind; he forcefully tore at
his mother's clothes.

Tears welled in her eyes, her gaze resolute. Even if she died, she couldn't lose her innocence. At that moment, her arched
back relaxed, and she fell backward into the well.

The incident happened so suddenly that Wang Jian didn't react in time. He only heard a splash before he fell in.

The mother, who wasn't good at swimming, fell silent after a moment.

Wang Jian instantly regained his senses. He only wanted to have something happen with his sister-in-law; rural people valued their reputation, and even if
something , they wouldn't tell anyone. But he hadn't intended to kill her!

Although young and impetuous, he was now terrified, his face turning pale.

At this moment, neighbors who had heard the commotion slowly came over.

"What happened? Where's your sister-in-law, Jingru?" The old woman next door peeked out from her doorway and asked curiously.

Wang Jian's face turned ashen. If others knew he had killed someone, his life would be over. So, in a moment of panic, he had
a brilliant idea .

"Ah, come quick! I just saw my sister-in-law fall into the well!"

"What? I'll go get help!" The old woman rushed over, looked into the well, and saw no
movement. Terrified, she ran to get help.

After five minutes, a few people arrived, but they were all rural women; the men had all gone to work in the fields.
Who would come? The last village girl encountered Li Zhuang and Fang Peng and pulled them along to help.

"Be careful, hold on tight." The well was deep, and the surface was barely visible. The group found a rope, preparing for
the small Fang Peng to go down and rescue the girl.

"Found her, pull me up quickly!" After a while, a voice came from below.

With everyone's combined efforts, they pulled Fang Peng up, and what he was holding was
his mother .

His mother was laid flat on the ground, her face pale, her lips bloodless, her beautiful eyes closed, seemingly without
a breath. Her collar had been pulled open during the rescue, revealing half of her full breast, the bright red areola
faintly visible beneath her soaked clothes.

A peasant woman stepped forward and checked her breath.

"Such a beautiful girl, she's not breathing!" She shook her head, then reached out and felt her pulse.

"Hey? There's a heartbeat! What do we do? Quickly pinch her philtrum!" This peasant woman, a local with little education,
cried out as soon as she noticed her mother still had a heartbeat.

Everyone shook their heads; there was no doctor here, and no one dared to approach her, lest she die and be blamed
.

At this moment, Li Zhuang, who was standing on the outside, stared wide-eyed at his mother's breasts. Seeing that no one dared to step forward, he
volunteered to squeeze in.

"Hey, I'm from the city, I know first aid." Li Zhuang squeezed into the crowd, and without anyone speaking, he
approached .

"What are you doing!" A village woman next to him saw Li Zhuang go straight for his mother's lips and immediately tried to stop him,
but was pulled back by someone nearby.

"I've heard of it, it's called first aid, I think it involves mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Li Zhuang is from the city, he should know."
Seeing someone explain for him, no one spoke, and everyone looked at Li Zhuang curiously.

Li Zhuang knew nothing about first aid; he was simply looking to take advantage. He grabbed his mother's face and kissed her,
easily prying open her teeth with his tongue and sucking inside her mouth.

His mother, already unconscious and barely alive, could only endure Li Zhuang's wanton violation. Seeing no one stop him, Li Zhuang
became even more brazen. Since she was beyond saving anyway, he might as well take advantage of her. He sucked on his mother's tongue vigorously
, his pale lips regaining some color.

"Li Zhuang's method works! No wonder he's from the city," the crowd around chimed
in .

"Come on, Fang Peng, rub her breasts." Li Zhuang was a man of honor; he naturally wanted
his .

"Oh, I'm coming," Li Zhuang said, seeing Li Zhuang constantly winking at him. He knew Li Zhuang knew nothing
about first aid and was just like him, instantly understanding what Li Zhuang wanted. So he knelt beside his mother,
placing his hands on her full breasts.

The soft touch on his hands almost suffocated Fang Peng. A virgin, he'd only ever seen village girls bathe; he'd never even touched
a woman . Today, he was actually touching a real one, and a beautiful one at that—big and soft.

"Hey, you can't do it like that. You have to rub it directly," Li Zhuang gestured with his chin.

Fang Peng, emboldened by lust, directly pulled open his mother's clothes, and two enormous breasts sprang
out , drawing gasps from the surrounding crowd.

"Wow, this girl, her breasts have been seen by everyone, and two thugs kissed her and groped her.
Even if she survives, she'll never be able to show her face again. I'd rather be dead." "That's true, tsk tsk," the village girls
whispered among themselves.

Fang Peng, however, had entered a paradise on earth. His mother's full breasts showed no signs of sagging; despite having given birth,
they remained firm after several years of recovery. Her breasts deformed under Fang Peng's hands.

Young Fang Peng's lower body involuntarily erected, startling him so much he bent over. But his hands didn't stop
, enjoying the elasticity and softness of her flesh. He even boldly kneaded his mother's nipples, the bright red tips
flicking on his fingertips. His mother seemed to sense something; her body suddenly trembled.

Fang Peng instantly felt a suction from her mouth. He quickly pinched his mother's nose and pressed his lips
tightly .

"Damn it, she's not dead yet? If she lives, we're doomed!" So he pressed her body down forcefully,
his mouth refusing to move for a moment.

Fang Peng pressed down on his mother's chest. After a moment, his mother seemed to make a final struggle, her delicate
body arching upwards, her lungs heaving, trying to breathe with all her might, but Li Zhuang firmly blocked her
airway. Her body trembled, then her muscles relaxed, and she collapsed completely, her life ending there.

"Huff, huff." Li Zhuang didn't dare to be careless and persisted for a while before letting out a sigh of relief. He shook his
head at everyone, indicating that he had done his best.

These village girls didn't understand either. At first, they believed Li Zhuang when they saw that his mother had regained her color, but now that his mother had completely
lost all signs of life, they also believed that there was no way to save her.

Wang Jian, who was watching from not far away, also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his mother was dead. At least no one suspected
him .

After a long time, the men returned. When the father learned that his mother had died, he seemed to have lost his soul. Everyone
was also very saddened that such a beautiful and outstanding young woman had died like this.

"Li Zhuang, you don't actually know first aid, do you?" Wang Jian whispered to Li Zhuang.

Li Zhuang was startled, and Fang Peng beside him was also petrified.

"Hehe, Brother Wang, did your sister-in-law really fall in by herself? When I got there, I saw quite a few
footprints by the well." Li Zhuang was quick-witted, and instantly regained his composure, revealing a playful smile. He whispered in
Wang Jian's ear.

"Hehe, I was just joking. How about it, isn't my sister-in-law's sweet talk sweet? Aren't her breasts soft
?" Wang Jian was a shrewd man; they instantly formed a united front. They were in the same
boat .

"Hehe, brother, don't be surprised, these breasts are really soft. I've never touched such soft breasts before." Fang Peng said with
a silly grin .

"Get lost! Have you ever touched any other breasts? Kid, remember this, this might be the peak of your life."
Li Zhuang teased.

"Hehe, Brother Li is so smart. We got this opportunity thanks to him, didn't we?" Years later, Fang
Peng still vividly remembered the scene from that day. The feeling in his hand was unforgettable, a memory he savored forever.

After his mother was settled by her family, she was placed in a coffin. Our local custom dictates that one shouldn't stay
near a corpse while keeping vigil at night. His mother's body was placed in a large mourning hall, while the vigil participants were in another room. As

a child, I lived with my grandmother. At less than three years old, I couldn't comprehend the fact that my mother was dead. I wandered around aimlessly, seeing them crying and making a fuss, but I didn't take it seriously at all. 　　That night, I woke up from my sleep, but no one was beside me. They were all keeping vigil in their room. I needed to urinate , so I went out alone. 　　Somehow, I ended up in the mourning hall containing my mother's body. It 　　was very dark inside. Although candles were lit, they didn't seem to help much. I went in, intending to find a latrine . Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from the large wooden box in the center of the room. 　　I'm quite brave, but I'm too small, and the box was propped up on the table. I turned my head and saw a ladder on the beam, and an idea struck me. I carefully climbed up the ladder 　　. I looked into the coffin; the lid was open. I rubbed my eyes, gradually adjusting to the dim light. The candlelight flickered, and my mother's beautiful face came into view. Her eyes were closed, and her face was lightly made up, making her look incredibly noble and beautiful in the candlelight. 　　Looking down, a dark figure blocked my view. It was a person. When he raised his head, I saw his face—it was my uncle Wang Jian, the one everyone had rejected. 　　The mother, who should have been dressed in her burial clothes, had her top open on both sides, and Wang Jian was lying on top of her, burying his head between her breasts and swaying from side to side, supporting her breasts with his hands to allow the soft flesh to fully contact his face, enjoying this unique flesh bath. Then he raised his head, opened his mouth, and sucked hard on her nipple. The sounds just heard were the sounds of him suckling. 　　Wang Jian was quite bold. People in the countryside are taboo about this, and they would never dare to disobey , but Wang Jian didn't think that way. Anyway, since he had killed her, she would definitely not let him go as a ghost. He might as well enjoy himself while he was alive. If his cousin's ghost really came looking for him, he could just exchange his life for hers. 　　With this mentality, he came here. When he saw his mother dressed like a fairy, all thoughts of cause and effect and retribution were thrown to the back of his mind. 　　"Hehe, that bookworm cousin of mine really hit the jackpot, marrying such a beautiful wife. But you 're still too unlucky to enjoy her. Such a beautiful woman, and I'm the lucky one. Since I can't have my way with her alive, I'll still have my way with her even after she's dead. Now, let's see how you resist." 　　My mother's face was serene, her beautiful makeup making her look like she was asleep, but the scene below her neck was completely out of place with her expression. 　　Two fleshy mounds kept changing shapes in his palm. Wang Jian brought the two pink grapes together, sometimes teasing them with his tongue, sometimes licking them with his mouth. And I was watching . 　　"Mmm, smells so good." Wang Jian pinched his mother's cheek, making her mouth open slightly. He brought his nose close to smell her. There was no stench of a rotting corpse at all ; instead, there was a faint body fragrance. Wang Jian pressed his nose against her smooth skin, slowly moving down her neck. He then lifted his mother's arm, his nose stopping at her armpit along her chest. His mother's arms were bent upwards, and her armpits, covered in fine downy hair, were fully exposed to Wang Jian. The scent there was even stronger. Wang Jian used his nose and lips to rub his mother's armpits hard, greedily inhaling the intoxicating fragrance.

"Ah, that's wonderful."

Wang Jian sat up and helped his mother lean against him. His mother, naked from the waist up, rested against his
shoulder , her face still as beautiful as if she were asleep.

He cupped her breasts and played with them for a while, then ran his hand over her flat stomach, slipping it
inside his trousers. She wasn't wearing any underwear. His fingers traced her pubic hair, reaching her most intimate depths.

Wang Jian didn't feel the expected sensation. His mother was dead; her body heat had long since vanished, and
there was no moisture below.

A smile played on Wang Jian's lips. This wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision; he had planned it all along.

He took out a glass bottle half-filled with sesame oil, poured a little onto his hand, then slipped his hand into
his trousers , pouring out almost half the bottle before finally putting it away, satisfied. Using both hands and feet, he
removed the only covering his mother's upper body, draping her legs over the sides of the coffin, then letting her sit
between his thighs, nestled in his lap.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, if only you had let me play with you back then, you would have been so lucky. Now you've lost your life for nothing,
and in the end you're still lying in my arms, being played with by me, aren't you?"

Wang Wei kept digging and probing inside his mother's vagina with his fingers. The area around her vaginal opening was already covered with sesame oil,
which, under the candlelight, looked like an overflowing spring, incredibly lewd .

There was even more sesame oil inside her vagina. As his fingers rubbed back and forth inside, the cold vaginal flesh gradually warmed up. Each thrust
brought out a lot of sesame oil that dripped down her inner thighs, making a squelching sound.

Wang Jian's penis was already frighteningly hard, but he wanted to enjoy the beauty in his arms properly. He wanted to eat slowly,
but at this moment he couldn't hold back anymore. He rolled over and pinned his mother down, aimed at her slippery vaginal opening, rubbed it a few times,
and then thrust it in directly.

With a series of splattering sounds, the iron-like penis roughly thrust in and out of her vaginal opening. The temperature of her vaginal walls was almost body temperature.
Two large testicles thrashed and pounded against her body, squeezing out streams of vaginal fluid that slowly
flowed down her smooth thighs.

Wang Jian was like a human engine, all the dissatisfaction and resentment he had accumulated over the years seemed to find
release in this power. He had finally fucked the woman he had always dreamed of, even though she was dead.

Wang Jian pulled out his penis, helped his mother up, straddled her legs around his waist, and
began to fuck her face to face.

However, because his mother was dead, her vagina had lost its elasticity. Although it was slippery, it always seemed to leave Wang Jian just
a little short, preventing him from reaching orgasm.

Then, he thought of a way. He placed his mother face down in the coffin, then pulled her
hips , assuming a kneeling position, her upper body lying in the coffin, her buttocks raised high.

Wang Jian cradled his mother's buttocks, carefully observing her in the candlelight. Her pubic hair was sparse but incredibly fine,
the soft strands extending to above her clitoris, below which lay a pearly white vulva, its sides neatly arranged with pubic
hair. Her tender labia were slightly parted, exuding a mature and alluring fragrance. Her vaginal opening,
still unable to close due to the earlier violent thrusting, allowed a trickle of vaginal oil to seep out.

Above that was her tight anus, a pale pink,
surrounded by delicate lines—so beautiful and petite, exquisitely crafted like a work of art.

Wang Jian swallowed hard. He would never have approached a village girl he met on a normal day, but
this stunning beauty was a different story. He brought his nose close, stopping
just inches from the opening, his nose barely touching it.

Wang Jian sniffed; there was no unusual odor. His mother, born into a wealthy family, was very
hygienic , meticulously cleaning every part of her body. Her diet was also very bland, mainly vegetarian, so
there was no possibility of any unpleasant smell.

He picked up the glass bottle, dipped his hand in it, and then rubbed it gently around his mother's anus with his fingertip. Soon,
a ring of oil appeared around her anus. He dipped his hand in again, then pressed his finger against her anus and slowly
pushed it in. His mother's anus was very small and delicate; Wang Jian's finger couldn't quite fit in. However, his mother had been
dead for some time, and her sphincter had long since lost its strength. After struggling for a while,
she expelled the oil, allowing Wang Jian's finger to penetrate. It was still dry. Without hesitation, Wang Jian opened the bottle, positioned the opening at his mother
's anus, and inserted it, pouring the remaining sesame oil into her intestines.

Perhaps only she herself had ever touched her mother's anus; even her father hadn't, because the concept of
anal sex . Yet Wang Jian had so presciently taken this step. His large glans was pressed
against the disproportionately small anus.

At this moment, the mother, like a newlywed wife, knelt with her knees together, her legs touching her buttocks, exposing her anus
, kneeling inside the coffin, waiting for the groom to enter.

"Sister-in-law, your anus probably hasn't been touched by anyone, has it? Tonight, let's be lovers for a night, and
I 'll deflower you."

Wang Jian pulled out her round buttocks with both hands, forcefully spreading them apart, instantly revealing her pink anus.

Wang Jian supported her body from behind, thrusting his lower body forcefully.

The small opening was like a fleshy hoop, hindering the penis from entering, but Wang Jian had no intention of letting her go,
continuously applying force. In a short while, the opening instantly loosened, and the entire flesh wall slid in all the way.

"Hiss." Wang Jian involuntarily gasped, the cool, tight touch bringing him to the
brink of climax. But he knew he couldn't end it so soon; he hadn't had enough. After resting briefly inside,
he began another round of thrusting.

The anal muscles tightly gripped his thick penis, a sensation completely different from the vagina, the tight embrace
constantly stimulating it. Wang Jian gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, becoming increasingly energetic, disregarding
the sounds he made, his hips pumping wildly.

"Huff, huff..." Wang Jian breathed excitedly, his penis seemingly fused with his anus,
each thrust bringing out bright red anal flesh.

My mother's serene face was as pure as a Bodhisattva, yet from the neck down she was completely naked, engaging in
frenzied anal sex with her brother-in-law like a harlot. This bizarre scene had a tremendous impact on my young mind, and
I uncontrollably drifted off to sleep.

A sudden "click" sound came from outside the door. Wang Jian, who was enjoying himself immensely, was so startled he almost lost his erection. He immediately stopped.
He thrust in and out, but the penis was too late to be pulled out, remaining inside her anus.

"Xiaoru, according to custom I can't see you, so I'm speaking to you from outside the door," came
the father's voice from outside. It was late at night; in his grief, though he missed his wife terribly, he
could only express his feelings through the door due to traditional beliefs.

"We've known each other for seven years. From the moment I saw you, I fell in love at first sight..." The father reminisced,
while Wang Jian remained kneeling, his legs going numb.

"Then we had a child..." Wang Jian wanted to cry out in pain. He shifted slightly, hoping to
find some comfort. Because the coffin was heavy and sturdy, his slight movement made no sound. He tried thrusting
his hips.

Hmm? Finding no response, he tried thrusting.

The father outside the door reminisced about their past, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing. Meanwhile, separated only by the door, Wang Jian,
embracing his mother's naked corpse, continued to rape her anus.

He would pry open his mother's teeth, his eyes lewdly fixed on her, his tongue teasing her sweet tongue back and forth.
Then he'd grin widely, revealing an exaggerated smile, grasping her breasts and swaying them back and forth, the two rosy nipples dancing on her
chest , appearing utterly wanton. Wang Jian continued to fondle his mother's body, performing these humiliating
actions, seemingly mocking his father's incompetence. Even if he married his mother, what good would it do? She was still being fucked in the ass
and cunt by him.

"Alright... I should go... Don't worry... I'll definitely pull myself together." After a long while, his father
finished speaking, and as his footsteps faded into the distance, he was gone.

Wang Jian stood up, lifted his mother by her thighs, and pulled her into his arms, her
legs wide open, facing the door. He believed that if anyone opened the door, they would see his mother's spread legs and
the thick, hard penis clamped in her anus.

The pent-up desire was finally about to be released. Wang Jian, with a burst of energy, pounded into
his mother , the air escaping his penis making a "plop" sound like farting.

"Ah...it's coming." Wang Jian's penis was incredibly hot, about to reach its climax in his vigorous thrusting
.

With each spasm, hot, thick semen gushed from his urethra. At the same time, whether by coincidence or
not, the remaining urine in his mother's bladder, under Wang Jian's thrusts, erupted like a flood from her urethra,
spraying several meters and directly onto me, who was sleeping on the roof beam. The two of them, one dead, one alive, had reached
orgasm simultaneously.

"Haha, you slut, I actually made you orgasm!"

Seeing that it was getting late, Wang Jian quickly cleaned up the mess. Seeing his mother's anus filled with semen, Wang Jian
felt both proud and troubled. How was he going to clean this up? Finally, he came up with a solution. He found a candle and
stuffed it into his mother's anus. The thick candle tightly blocked the semen from flowing out, and
Wang Jian nodded in satisfaction. Then he dressed his mother, gave her a final, passionate kiss on the lips,
and closed the coffin lid.

As he was about to open the door to leave, a drop of water landed on his head. Only then did he remember that he hadn't cleaned up the urine
his mother had sprayed. He looked in the direction of the droplet and saw me fast asleep.

"Oh, he can even fall asleep in the middle of the night while going to the toilet. My little nephew is so cute."

"Hehe, thank you. This kid even got covered in pee while going to the toilet."

Wang Jian exchanged pleasantries with his father. Seeing me already asleep, he came up with this excuse, thinking I was too young
to remember anything. He made up two reasons to cover it up, and everyone believed him and didn't ask him anything further.

The next night, Wang Jian appeared in the mourning hall again.

"Hehe, sister-in-law, I've come to see you again."

He walked to the coffin, pushed open the lid, and his mother's beautiful face came into view. He gently
stroked his mother's face, as if admiring a work of art.

"Sister-in-law, yesterday was really exciting. That incompetent cousin was right at the door. He would never have imagined that
his beloved wife was being fucked so hard right behind us, and then she even peed all over her own son's face." As he spoke, his hands
began to roam and knead his mother's breasts.

"Damn, so soft, it's made me hard." He climbed onto the coffin, then unbuckled his belt, revealing
his ugly penis.

Wang Jian grabbed his mother's hair, used his foul-smelling glans to pry open her red lips, and then slowly began
to masturbate .

"Ah, that feels good, how about it, sister-in-law? I heard you're from a wealthy family, you've probably never tasted a man's thing
before, right? My impotent cousin definitely wouldn't do this. I cleared your ass yesterday, today I'll let you taste the fish."

His penis stirred wildly in his mother's mouth, like brushing her teeth, sweeping inside and out with his penis
.

"Hehe, my cousin only ever kisses you, now I'm making sure your mouth is full of my cock's taste."
Wang Jian pressed his penis against his mother's throat, and with each thrust, the glans repeatedly penetrated her esophagus.

"Oh oh oh, I'm shooting." As the speed increased, Wang Jian forcefully pressed his mother's head against him,
so that the glans was completely submerged in her esophagus, and the ejaculated semen flowed into his mother's stomach.

He lifted his mother's legs, pulled down her pants, revealing her snow-white, plump buttocks. The candle that had been inserted last night was now halfway
out ; he grabbed the candle and pulled it out.

With a "pop," her anus gradually closed, eventually becoming a small black hole.
The semen had solidified, leaving yellowish-brown stains on the anal wall, while the inside remained liquid.

Wang Jian brought over a bucket of boiling water, took out an iron pestle he always carried, and threw it in. As the pestle became scalding hot,
Wang Jian quickly retrieved it; the iron was so hot it was difficult to hold in his hand, and Wang Jian painfully switched it between his hands.

He wrapped the iron in his clothes, then aimed one end at his mother's anus and inserted it. The pestle,
lubricated by the sesame oil and semen, slid in easily. Such a high temperature would have caused a living person to scream,
but his mother showed no reaction.

He held the pestle and stirred it inside, his mother's buttocks raised, nestled between Wang Jian's legs,
a dark iron pestle erect between her snow-white buttocks, looking extremely strange.

Seeing that the iron casting temperature was dropping, Wang Jian picked up his mother, turned her upside down, and then slapped her hard a few times. The
iron pestle slid out with a whoosh.

Wang Jian stood up, assuming a horse stance, while his mother knelt face down in the coffin, her upper body suspended in
the air. Wang Jian grabbed his mother's arm with one hand and guided his penis with the other,
thrusting it deep into her .

"Oh, so hot." The temperature inside the anus was clearly very high, but it seemed to bring Wang Jian a strange kind of
pleasure . His penis felt like a red-hot iron rod inside the burning anus, fiery and stimulating.

"Slap slap slap." The room was filled with the lewd sounds of flesh colliding, the rapid thrusting against her beautiful
body creating waves of flesh on her skin.

Once again, Wang Jian ejaculated inside his mother's anus. In the following days, Wang Jian arrived
promptly . Later, finding no one was open, he stripped his mother naked. Then, even more
boldly, he carried his mother's corpse out of the mourning hall late at night and went into the courtyard, where he had sex with her under the moonlight. Then
he spread his mother's legs apart, like holding a child to urinate, and carried her to the door of the room where the night watch was being held.
There were about ten people inside, but it was late at night, half of them were asleep, and those who were awake were half-
asleep. Who would have thought that outside the door, their person on watch was facing the door with her legs spread, filled with Wang Jian's
semen ?

Inside the mourning hall, Wang Jian casually tossed the naked corpse into the coffin. His mother's eyes were slightly open, pupils rolling upwards
, her pink tongue half-protruding. She lay sprawled in the coffin, her once dark pubic hair now stained with
yellow semen, her lower body a mess.

Wang Jian knelt beside the coffin, scrutinizing his beautiful sister-in-law. The past few days had made him
intimately familiar with her body, a familiarity even his closest confidante couldn't match. He gently caressed his mother's
body, for she was to be buried the next day, and he wanted to remember every corner of her flesh. On the seventh day,
the seventh day after her death, relatives and friends gathered around the coffin to pay their respects. When the coffin lid was opened, a strong smell of semen
wafted out, but no one found it strange, assuming it was from the decomposition of the body. At that moment,
a long, thin, curved hair extended from the corner of his mother's mouth.

Wang Jian, watching from a distance, saw it immediately. He broke out in a cold sweat; the previous night was the last day, and he had been
so engrossed in the act that he hadn't noticed her mouth. If he were discovered, he would be finished. He racked his brains
trying to get close enough to remove the hair.

But there were people all around, and the ceremony was about to begin; he could only pray that no one would see it.

At that moment, the person performing the ceremony, an elderly woman from the village, seemed to notice something. She walked
to the coffin and looked inside. Wang Jian's heart leaped into his throat. The old woman also noticed the hair,
pinched it, and tossed it behind her, rolling her eyes as if she hadn't seen it.

Wang Jian breathed a sigh of relief. Since she was the one who dressed the body, she probably thought it was his own, so
she simply threw it away.

Then the ceremony began. The sorceress muttered incoherently, then lit fires and set off firecrackers. Incited by the sorceress,
the crowd was filled with weeping. People gathered around the coffin to pay their respects to their mother's
face and apart from being slightly pale, her complexion was no different from when she was alive. She lay peacefully in the coffin in her burial clothes, only her lower abdomen slightly
swollen. But because the burial clothes were loose, no one could tell unless they looked closely. Everyone was immersed
in . Only Wang Jian knew that his mother's stomach was filled with semen, and a wooden plug was inserted into her anus.

Finally, his mother was buried, and this secret was buried with her forever.

(The End)

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