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My father married my mother in 1976. In our area, as long as there was a matchmaker, gifts, and a wedding banquet, it was considered a marriage; whether or not a marriage certificate was obtained didn't matter. My mother was three years older than

my father, and since he was under the legal age at the time, they didn't get a marriage certificate. After the marriage, my mother became pregnant with me, and the whole family was overjoyed, hoping she would give the Li family a son. However, things didn't go as planned. In 1977, the college entrance examination was reinstated, and my father passed. My mother gave birth to me after my father left. She wrote to him, but he didn't reply with a single word. During the Spring Festival, my father returned. He treated my mother coldly and didn't stay in her room for a single day. Before leaving, he glanced at me in my grandmother's arms.

I didn't meet my father until I was eight years old. Over the years, my mother worked hard, remaining chaste and devoted to serving her in-laws. I always thought I had a father in the provincial capital, but when we met, I learned that he had already remarried and had a younger sister. He arranged for us to stay in a guesthouse and bought me many delicious things. I eavesdropped on his conversation with my mother. I heard her crying, saying, "I don't care about myself. Life is what it is, and I've made it through all these years. But the children are grown up, and they can't go to school in the mountains. Are you really that at ease?!"

My father replied, "I know, I'm thinking about it."

My father had done quite well in the city over the years and often sent money to my mother. A year later, my mother and I moved to the city. My mother worked at a small factory pasting cardboard boxes, and I went to school.

From as far back as I can remember, I've never seen a smile on my mother's face. She loved me dearly, spoiling and indulging me in everything. When I was eight, my mother still held me while

I urinated. Growing up, I couldn't sleep without touching my mother's breasts; I grew up with her nipple in my mouth. One day when I was thirteen, I was sleeping with my head buried in my mother's chest when I had an unusual dream—I had a wet dream. My mother saw the semen, touched it, and her expression was very strange.

That night, I touched my mother's breasts again. She hugged me very tightly. In my sleep, I felt a hand reaching for my genitals. It was my mother's warm hand. She took out my penis and stroked it with her soft jade-like hand. I was incredibly excited! I pounced on my mother and kissed her passionately. We caressed each other on the bed. Before I knew it, my mother had taken off her clothes, and I followed suit. We were both naked and embracing each other tightly. My mother's body was so warm, it felt amazing! I buried my face in her chest, kissing her breasts and licking her nipples. My mother cried out, "Ahhhhhh!" The moans gave me immense stimulation! I had a strong urge, but I didn't know what to do. I just held my mother tightly! My mother gently guided me into her paradise, and my penis slid into her vagina! That feeling is unforgettable! In this way, I had sexual relations with my own mother.

I know what I did to my mother is shameful, but my father abandoned her, creating this dysfunctional family. I love my mother deeply, and I want to repay her for everything my father owed her. I want to make her happy.

Days passed, and my father never came back, only sending us living expenses. That was for the best! Because after we had a sexual relationship, my mother became pregnant with my child, and I became a father when I was 14. At 20

, I was working and capable of caring for my mother and daughter, so I decided to move out of our old home and build a new family with my mother.

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