While my mom and I were being all lovey-dovey

I wiped the sweat from my brow, the immense pleasure making me tremble involuntarily. The sight before me stunned me: my mother's snow-white, smooth buttocks were glistening with sweat, and the head of my 18cm penis was already inside her incredibly cute anus.

Ah! So good! I exhaled with pleasure, looking down to see my mother panting heavily with excitement. Her red panties were hanging on her thighs. The close visual impact left my mind blank. My mother's pert buttocks, the pink, narrow slit between them, glistening with moisture.

I could imagine how incredibly pleasurable it would be to penetrate that honeypot-like opening!

I ignored the power of fantasy, my mind blank as I imagined it. I quickly grabbed my mother's buttocks, pushing forward a little further in my excitement.

I heard my mother cry out in a heart-wrenching voice, "No!"

Ah! It's too tight. Trembling, my toes curled up, I raised my head and shouted, "Mom, I peed! It feels so good! Your ass feels so good! Ah..."

I let out a long roar, feeling half of my penis already inside my mother's anus. Pleasure assaulted every pore of my body, permeating every cell.

"Ah..."

My mother and I cried out simultaneously, gushing hot liquid from the ureter of my penis. With each throbbing, I gripped my mother's buttocks tightly.

Finally, I ejaculated for the first time in my life, shooting into my mother's lovely anus. After ejaculating, my mother and I, our tense bodies, formed a lewd and beautiful nude art piece.

A fourteen-year-old boy, holding the plump buttocks of a beautiful young woman panting and sticking out her large, round buttocks, kneels behind her, panting heavily, half of his thick, long, and powerful penis inserted into her anus. The young woman provocatively sticks out her buttocks, her beautiful face buried between her arms. I remained motionless…

My climaxing desire slowly subsided. I looked down at my mother; she was struggling to sit up. Just as I was about to admire her smooth, hairless mounds, she glared at me, her pretty face flushed crimson, as if about to drip water. She quickly reached up and pulled up her panties, covering the small, mound-like mounds between her legs, and gently slapped me.

It was my first time doing something like this, and I didn't know what to do next. I just stood there dumbfounded, kneeling behind my mother's buttocks, my clumsy little hands releasing her fleshy bottom and gently stroking her cotton-like buttocks. Her buttocks were covered in sweat and a flushed pink; it seemed she was also very excited and about to climax.

Women are most sensitive at that age; even a slight touch would make her ejaculate. My mother let out an "Ah!" With each touch, her anus twitched, clamping so tightly I couldn't pull out.

My mother, who had just tried to sit up, suddenly collapsed. She quickly braced herself against the ground, her body trembling inexplicably. Turning back, her eyes were alluring, and she said in a trembling voice, "Son, Mommy's almost there, I feel so good. Rub Mommy's big buttocks hard, it's almost here, ah... hurry, rub it hard..."

As if receiving a royal decree, I kneaded my mother's buttocks with both hands, trying to squeeze them until they burst. My mother let out an "ah" and threw her head back, mumbling incoherently, while rubbing her own large breasts with one hand.

My penis, which had just ejaculated inside my mother's anus, showed no signs of softening. I continued to rub my mother's buttocks while pushing my hips in and out of her anus. Afraid of hurting her, I didn't dare to go all the way in; even halfway in was enough to make my mother almost climax.

My son and I worked together to bring Mom to orgasm. Suddenly, her hands, which had been kneading her large breasts, fell, and her buttocks twitched uncontrollably a few times, making me dizzy. Mom cried out, "Ah, son, Mom's coming, ah..."

Her taut buttocks suddenly stopped twitching, and I only saw her full, beautiful body tremble a few times. I wondered what had happened to her. But when I looked down at her panties covering her breasts, they were already soaking wet, as if something had been ejaculated on them.

It had then seeped in, soaking the entire panty, clinging tightly to her protruding, fleshy breasts. The fleshy texture and the sensuality of her wet body made me involuntarily squeeze Mom's buttocks. The shape of her genitals was fully revealed, especially the wet, sunken slit that seemed to have been sucked in, which made my mind wander.

Only then did Mom prop herself up, gently pushing me away without daring to look at me. I could only sit back down, dumbfounded, watching as Mom tore off a piece of toilet paper and pressed it against my anus. The folds of tissue twitched, and a thick, white liquid flowed out—quite a lot. No wonder, it was my first time.

Mom blushed, glanced at me shyly, said nothing, kissed me on the cheek, straightened her clothes, pulled me up, and seeing that my penis had gone soft, helped me put on my pants. She whispered, "Xiaoyao, go eat. Be good."

As if nothing had happened, Mom took a stool and sat down to continue washing clothes. Her plump buttocks looked so sensual on the stool.

I could vaguely sense that Mom was still breathing softly.

But Mom didn't say anything, which puzzled me even more. A woman's heart is unfathomable. What was she thinking at that moment?

After I finished eating, Mom had already finished washing the clothes. When I'm home, she always hums a tune while hanging them up, but this time her expression was indifferent. Usually, she smiles gently at me, but this time, she wouldn't even glance at me.

It was then that I realized women are strange creatures. You can joke around with her, laugh with her, live together—that's fine. But once you break the taboo, tear apart the most fragile yet unbreakable unspoken agreement between men and women, they always feel shy, especially since we are mother and son.

I quietly approached Mom and called out, "Mom."

Mom ignored me, continuing to wiggle her big hips while hanging the clothes, as if I didn't exist.

It was the first time I'd seen Mom like this, and I panicked, not knowing what to do.

I just stood there, watching Mom, pacing back and forth. Mom's movements became faster and faster, the force with which she swung the clothes increased, as if she hated something. Finally, she stood there with her back to me, head down, shoulders shaking, looking like she was about to cry.

I watched my mother's beautiful back as I walked over and hugged her from behind. She forcefully pushed my hands away, almost shouting, "Don't touch me! I'm dirty! I'm a shameless woman!"

"Mom!"

I called out, my eyes red.

My mother's shoulders heaved even more, and she covered her face and cried.

I hugged her again and said, "Mom, why do you say that?"

My mother gently stroked my head, her face streaked with tears, half loving, half shy, her eyes filled with tears that broke my heart.

Mom murmured, "How could we do this? We're mother and son. What's wrong with me today? I've corrupted my son. Will you forgive me?"

I nodded and said, "Mom, no, it's my fault. I saw something I shouldn't have seen today."

Mom smiled through her tears and said, "It's not your fault. You're still so young. It's all Mom's fault. Mom is a woman too. Since you were born, your father has rarely touched me, so... so... anyway, we can't do this anymore, okay? Promise me."

I nodded, kissed Mom on the cheek, and grinned mischievously, "Mom, I feel so good! It feels so good to pee."

Mom laughed and playfully hit me, saying, "You naughty boy, you've corrupted Mom!"

I helped my mother hang up the clothes, and she was in a better mood, so she started singing again. We live in a remote mountainous area with many ethnic minorities, most of whom are good at singing and dancing, expressing their joys and sorrows through song.

My mother has ethnic minority blood, so she was born with a natural talent for singing and dancing, and she has a beautiful voice. My mother often says that if she hadn't married the wrong person, she would be a singer herself.

I heard my mother sing: "The clear, sparkling water is the tears of Phoenix Mountain; the white, snowy snow, why do you always stay on the mountaintop? One day I'll come to your house, to keep you company..."

I wrapped my arms around my mother's slender waist and joined in her singing: "Keep me company, and I won't shed tears. I'll dress you in a phoenix coronet and wedding gown, and make you my bride. I'll take off your skirt, so my brother can see you to his heart's content. We'll be together until we grow old, and have a big, healthy son..."

My mother looked at me with a charming smile, a hint of reproach and shyness in her eyes. She tapped my head with her slender finger, giggled, and said, "You naughty boy, where did you learn such a lewd tune? That's not how you sing."

I chuckled. I hugged my mother tightly and we started dancing in the yard. To be honest, I inherited my dancing from her; she often taught me. I looked at her rosy lips with a touch of passion and couldn't resist kissing her. Suddenly, my mother pushed my head away, saying, "Don't do that! Can you kiss me here?"

I chuckled mischievously and slapped her firm, round bottom. She whimpered and hit me back. I laughed, "You've already let your son touch you here, what else can't I kiss?"

My mother looked at me, half reproachful, half delighted, and playfully punched my chest, giggling as I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and we swayed in a primal dance in the yard. Enjoying the sweet, mature scent of my mother's breath, I felt like the happiest person in history.

Women are all corrupted by men. Don't look for those pure, innocent girls; they don't exist. In this man-dominated world, as long as men are happy, and as long as women love men, nothing is excessive, and women are willing.

My mother's rapid change left me bewildered. People say a woman's face is like the weather in June, changing in an instant. But it didn't matter what my mother looked like, as long as she was my mother, the mother I loved.

"What are you yelling about! In broad daylight, aren't you ashamed?"

Just as my mother and I were being affectionate, exchanging glances, my hand gently kneading her fleshy buttocks, a deep male voice came from outside the yard.

My mother quickly pushed me away, straightened her clothes, and said, "Your father is back."

I felt displeased; it was probably that lingering resentment towards my father and attachment to my mother that made me indignant.

The yard gate opened, and a dark-faced man with a fierce look walked in—that was my father.

My mother was always a little afraid of my father, and she looked at him with awe, whispering, "Husband, you're back?"

My father ignored her completely. He was almost immune to the beauty of a mature woman like my mother; he couldn't appreciate women. In his eyes, he only loved his mahjong and his cattle farm. My father has some business acumen and runs a small business, but he gambles away all the money he earns, except for supporting the family.

There are even rumors circulating in the village that a shameless woman there is cheating on her husband and seducing other men. Once, I overheard my mother arguing with my father, saying, "That bitch is good! You marry her! I'm leaving you and taking Xiaoyao back to my parents' house!"

Ultimately, other men's wives are always better. No matter how beautiful his own wife is, my father always finds other men's wives more appealing. No wonder my mother says he hasn't touched her in a long time.

I looked at my dad indifferently. He snorted and glared at me with his big eyes, saying, "Why aren't you reading your homework? What are you yelling about?"

I glared back defiantly, my stubbornness rising, and said, "It's none of your business! I'm a good student, I get first place every year!"

My dad got angry and was about to slap me when my mom grabbed his hand and said, "Honey, I'm the one who teaches Xiaoyao to sing. Xiaoyao is very obedient. I'll let him read."

My dad snorted and pointed at my mom, saying, "You're no better! You're such a grown-up, still yelling like that. People will laugh at you, you little brat!" "You'll be just like me, always going astray."

Mom said meekly, then fell silent. I yelled at Dad, "Don't you dare insult my mom! Do you even care about the family? You're never home, what kind of father are you?"

Dad finally snapped, slapping me

across the face while yelling, "You little brat, I'll beat you to death!" I was just a kid, and the blow made me see stars and stagger. Mom tried to pull Dad away, but he pushed her aside. Dad chased after me, ready to hit me again. I snorted and ran out of the yard. Dad grabbed a shovel and threw it at me, but luckily he wasn't a pro and it missed. The shovel just grazed past me.

I turned back and yelled, "You're not my dad!"

Then I took off running, the angry shouts of Dad echoing behind me.

I walked dejectedly down the village road, aimlessly wandering, seething with resentment towards Dad's violent temper.

"You, who says there are true lovers in this world, unable to see the fleeting splendor of life? Me, who says the God of Love has eyes but can't see butterflies fluttering and colorful clouds drifting by? Ah, you stand there ignoring me, do you know how heartbroken I am?"

A delicate, low voice suddenly reached my ears, carrying endless melancholy and sorrow.

I looked up and saw the setting sun, its golden rays falling on the flowerbed of the Yu family compound. The singing was coming from the flowerbed; it sounded familiar. I walked over and leaned against the fence. I saw a beautiful young woman, tears streaming down her cheeks, and the song that had just escaped her cherry lips was the one I had heard.

It was Sister Qiuxiang! The Li family dared not take her anymore; she had returned to her parents' home and stayed there for over a year, sitting here every day.

Her singing was the most poignant I had ever heard, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. I climbed over the fence and went inside. Qiuxiang looked utterly lost in thought, pitiful beyond recognition. She didn't even notice me coming in.

I approached her, admiring her beautiful figure sitting by the flowerbed in the sunset. Her graceful posture carried a touch of sadness. A pink lace blouse hugged her small breasts, and her hair was tied in two ponytails as she stared blankly at the flowers.

In the sunset, she looked like a flower fairy.

I gently squatted down and sniffed Qiu Xiang's snow-white neck—it smelled wonderful.

Qiu Xiang was startled, her face paling. Seeing someone approaching, she instinctively backed away. When she saw it was me, she immediately blushed and recoiled as if electrocuted, not daring to speak to me. Usually, she would smile when she saw me, but I guess it was because of my lewd behavior that she felt embarrassed.

I chuckled and said, "Sister Qiu Xiang, why are you always sitting alone in the flowerbed, lost in thought?"

Qiu Xiang rolled her beautiful eyes, giving me a disdainful look, filled with shyness and fear, and dared not speak, avoiding me.

I laughed and said, "No wonder Fu Gen came to you. Such a beauty, sitting here all the time, even a monk would be tempted."

Qiu Xiang finally spoke, hurriedly saying, "What? You..."

She probably wanted to mention the cornfield incident, but was too shy to say it, and lowered her head again.

I smiled and leaned close to Qiu Xiang's ear, saying, "Sister Qiu Xiang, don't be afraid. I didn't see anything about the cornfield, and I won't tell anyone."

Qiu Xiang looked up at me with a skeptical look, and we met face to face, our noses almost touching. Seeing that I already had the makings of a handsome young man at such a young age, and my teasing and charming eyes, Qiu Xiang let out a soft moan and moved away, whispering, "You're lying, you're bluffing!"

Her voice was like that of someone cooing to a lover, making my heart flutter.

I placed my hand on Qiu Xiang's shoulder and said, "Qiu Xiang, I won't lie to you. I'll protect you, really."

Qiu Xiang chuckled softly, her eyes lowered in a gentle smile.

I asked curiously, "What's wrong? What are you laughing at?"

Qiu Xiang's eyes were alluring as she looked at my face, then turned her head away and whispered, "Thank you, Xiaoyao. If it weren't for you, I..."

I chuckled and said, "Qiu Xiang, didn't you see that Fu Gen's thing is sick? What if you get infected? How could you give in to him so easily?"

Qiu Xiang looked at me shyly, speechless, "I...I..." She

then gave a soft hum and said, "You still say...you still say you didn't see? You're a liar, a little liar."

I laughed and said, "Okay, I'm a little liar. By the way, Qiu Xiang, what does 'first time' mean?"

Qiu Xiang pouted, looking at me reproachfully, and punched me lightly with her fist, saying, "Don't say that, you little rascal."

I laughed heartily. Thinking of Qiu Xiang's cute little bottom, and the clean, white vulva nestled between her buttocks, I couldn't help but feel a surge of erection in my pants. My hand quietly reached out and touched Qiu Xiang's bottom.

Qiu Xiang let out a soft moan and shoved my hand away, saying, "You're bullying me too, you bad boy..."

Suddenly, she noticed the tent in my pants, and stood up, both ashamed and angry, pushing me away, "Go away, go away, you little rascal, bullying your sister, I'm not talking to you anymore."

I took the opportunity to slap her pert little bottom, clad in jeans, and Qiu Xiang lightly kicked me with her little foot, "If you bully me again, I'll call for help."

I quickly raised my hands and said, "Okay, Qiu Xiang, I won't do it again."

Then, I suddenly whispered in Qiu Xiang's ear, "Qiu Xiang, you're so beautiful, your little bottom is even more beautiful than you."

After saying that, I ran away.

Qiu Xiang stomped her little foot in exasperation, then lowered her head and smiled shyly. That smile was truly beautiful...

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