Song of Spring [Full]

The sun in Beijing is really strong. Even though it's late October, the sun still bakes the ground until it's shrouded in wisps of smoke. Students in the classroom are all holding large notebooks and constantly fanning themselves, and the teacher doesn't stop them because of the weather.
Wang Ping, sitting in the third row, is fanning himself like everyone else, trying to lower the temperature as much as possible. It's a math self-test class with ten questions. The teacher has said that if you can finish all ten questions in your notebook and hand it in, you can go home.
Wang Ping hastily finished the first eight questions, unsure if they were correct. He didn't know how to do the last two, so he just scribbled something down and handed in his homework in less than thirty minutes. He was the first one out of the classroom, and as he left, he felt like he was being stared at by many curious eyes. He wasn't trying to show off; he just wanted to get home quickly, turn on the tap, and take a cold shower to cool off.

When Wang Ping returned home, he saw that his schoolbag wasn't on the living room table, so he knew his younger sister hadn't come back yet. Usually, his sister would arrive before him, but this time he had arrived more than twenty minutes early, thus getting ahead of him.
Wang Ping put his schoolbag on the table and took off his short-sleeved shirt. Just as he was about to take off his trousers, he heard a noise coming from his mother's room. He went to his mother's door; it wasn't closed properly, leaving a small crack. Peeking through the crack, he saw his mother standing naked in front of the bed, changing clothes.
His mother's bed was positioned along the side of the door, and since she was standing beside it, Wang Ping could only see her side, on her right side. Beside his mother's bed was a dressing table with a mirror that wasn't too big or too small. Again, Wang Ping could only see his mother's side in the mirror, this time on her left side. But what was revealed from his mother's front and back was... her graceful, curvaceous figure, her pert and full buttocks, her large, high-perched breasts that never sagged...
Wang Ping felt a surge of electricity coursing through his body, and his penis quickly swelled and became erect. Afraid his mother would discover him, he quickly returned to his desk and pretended to do his homework. For some reason, the two difficult problems he had faced in the classroom suddenly became clear, but he didn't want to work on them now.
He sat on the desk thinking about his mother's breasts, her buttocks, and her beautiful curves. Unconsciously, he sketched the outline of a beautiful, naked woman, just like his mother, on a piece of scrap paper.
Wang Ping's mother's name was Quan Hong, and she was thirty-three years old. She worked at a technical design institute. Before he was ten years old, Wang Ping slept in the same bed with his mother, at the same end of the bed. At that time, they both slept naked, a habit of his mother's. She always held him close while sleeping, and her two large breasts were always toys in his hands. His father had already passed away by then.
He was only five years old when his father passed away, and his sister was only four. Neither of them had started primary school yet, and they didn't understand anything, let alone the relationship between men and women. At that time, touching his mother's breasts was just something he thought was fun. He remembered that the bed they slept in was placed against the wall. He always slept on the inside of the bed, his mother in the middle, and his sister on the outside. Sometimes his sister would try to sleep on the inside, but she always lost to him.
He and his sister slept with their mother for five years, but he was too young then to know anything, let alone appreciate his mother's beautiful body.
Now, he can no longer touch his mother's fair and smooth skin and her full and elastic breasts at night.
Because he is now fifteen years old, and since he was eleven, he has slept separately from his mother and sister. Now his sister and mother are also separated. Wang Ping sleeps in a small room near the kitchen, his mother sleeps in the master bedroom of the house, and his sister sleeps between him and his mother. He so didn't want this, so longing to still be sleeping beside his mother, to still be able to touch her whole body, especially her breasts…
Wang Ping sat at the table for a while, but still didn't see his mother come out of her room, so he went back to her bedroom door to see what was going on.
This time, Wang Ping saw his mother putting on a dress, her long legs tucked into the hem. He saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear, just a dress. After putting on her dress, his mother prepared to come out of her room.
Wang Ping quickly went to the sofa and leaned against it. He didn't have time to go back to the table to do his homework, because there was still a distance between his mother's bedroom door and the table, and the sofa was right next to her door. He then picked up a book from the small table next to the sofa and deliberately started reading intently. Just as he finished doing all this, his mother came out of her room.
"Ping'er, you're back!" his mother said to her son after she came out.
"Mom, why are you back so early today?"
"My workplace is closed this afternoon." "The mother walked to her son's side as she spoke, gently stroking his head with boundless love on her face.
Wang Ping leaned his head against his mother's chest, his face nestled between her large breasts.
"Mom, I had a strange dream last night, and then..." The son hesitated, looking up at his mother's face.
"Ping'er, what kind of dream did you have last night? Tell Mom about it." The mother hugged her son tightly.
"Mom, please don't hit me if I tell you." "
Go ahead, Mom won't hit you." "
..." "
Tell me, Mom won't blame you. Mom really wants to hear what kind of strange dream you had." The mother said, gently stroking her son's face. "
Mom, I'll tell you then..."
"Tell me!" "
Mom, I dreamt about you last night..." "
What's so strange about dreaming about being with Mom?" "
But I dreamt of Mom's breasts..."
Chapter Two.
Hearing her son mention "Mom's breasts," the mother blushed. It had been a long time since such words had made her heart flutter. Lately, she had noticed hints of Oedipus complex in her son's eyes, expressions, words, and actions, but she had always managed to quell them. This time, however, she wanted to hear what he was saying, because she had also dreamt of being with him last night, and she wanted him to tell her if it was the same.
"Go ahead, Ping'er, it's normal to dream of Mom's breasts." The mother took her son's hand and placed it on her breast. "Ping'er, if you miss Mom's breasts, touch them." Wang
Ping hadn't expected his mother to be so open-minded, so he began to stroke her breasts repeatedly. Since she wasn't wearing a bra or underwear, the contact between her nipples and his palms created an indescribable sensation, a current running through his body, and his penis slowly hardening.
This was a feeling he'd never experienced before when touching his mother's breasts.
Perhaps he really was getting bigger.
"Ping'er, is touching your mother's breasts the only strange thing you dream about?"
"But..." "
Ping'er, just tell me, Mom already said she won't blame you."
Hearing his mother say this, Wang Ping continued, "After dreaming about your mother's breasts, I kept stroking them like this, and after a while, I touched your..." "
Tell me," his mother said gently to her son.
Ping'er's hand continued down to below his mother's breasts...and then he touched what he remembered as smooth, hairless... The
son didn't finish his sentence, nor did he dare to. He looked up at his mother, his face flushed.
At that moment, the mother, of course, knew what her son was about to say, and she also noticed a slight change in his lower body.
Did her son already understand that kind of thing?
"Ping'er, what happened next?" The mother asked, knowing the answer already.
"Then Ping'er touched Mother's... and then he climbed onto Mother's body... and then something gushed out from Ping'er's..."
The mother hugged her son tightly, her heart pounding faster. She couldn't believe her son had grown into a man.
With the contact of their skin, both mother and son became very excited. The son's hand slowly moved towards his mother's lower body, but when it reached that area, the mother stopped him with her hand.
"Mom, Ping'er wants..."
The son's hand reached towards his mother's inner thigh again, but this time the mother didn't stop him.
So the son's hand boldly reached inside his mother's skirt...
The mother wanted to stop him, but she didn't want to. She glanced at the quartz clock on the wall; it was 4:50, ten minutes before her daughter would be home.
"Ping'er, if you want to touch, then touch for a few minutes. It'll be troublesome when Fang'er comes back."
Before his mother could finish speaking, the son's hand had already touched her genitals... "
Ah..." the mother groaned.
"Mom, yours... it's still completely hairless, it feels so good to touch..."
Just as Wang Ping was about to take things further, Wang Fang knocked on the door.
***** Chapter Three
"Mom, open the door quickly!"
Quan Hong hurriedly said to her son, "Ping'er, go open the door quickly!" "
Mom, can I sleep with you tonight?" The son's hand remained on his mother's genitals without opening the door.
The knocking sounded again, "Mom..." "
Ping'er, be good, go open the door quickly!"
"Mom... please say yes to Ping'er..."
"..."
"Mom..." Wang Ping looked at his mother with pleading eyes.
"Alright, but only after your sister falls asleep..."
"Yes, Mom..." The son happily ran to open the door. "
Brother, why did it take you so long to open the door?" "Is your brother
an electronic switch? You think I can just press a button and it'll open? I have to come out of my room!"
"Oh! Why isn't Mom back yet?"
"She's back!" "
Then why didn't she open the door for so long?" "
Mom couldn't hear me in the kitchen. I only opened it for you because I heard her in my room."
Wang Ping is in his third year of junior high school. Wang Fang is his younger sister, fourteen years old, in her second year. She looks quite mature, with a slightly protruding chest. Her sister's appearance is as beautiful as her mother's, like a daffodil, and they look very alike, as if they were cast from the same mold.
Wang Ping is incredibly happy to be surrounded by these two beautiful flowers. Let alone being able to touch his mother's breasts, even just glancing at them while doing homework, eating, or watching TV makes him fantasize at night. Sure enough, last night he dreamt of having sex with his mother and had a wet dream.
Wang Ping truly hated that his younger sister came home so early. If she had been kept after school for half an hour, he could have inserted his not-too-small penis, which he hadn't lost in fifteen years, into his mother's beautiful, thirty-three-year-old vagina.
But tonight, that wish would come true.
Wang Ping wished time would pass quickly, that his sister would fall asleep soon, so he could…
Wang Ping was lost in thought, his pants bulging with his penis, when Wang Fang came to ask him a math question.
"Brother, how do I do this problem? Can you give me a hint?"
Wang Ping's sister always asked her brother for help with any questions, and he always readily agreed, and the problems were always solved perfectly. This was because he was a top student in his third year of junior high school, and his goal this year was to get into the city's most prestigious high school… Taiyang No. 1 High School.
But right now, he wasn't in the mood to solve his sister's problem; he just wanted to have sex with his mother as soon as possible.
"Hey! Think about it yourself, you have no problem-solving spirit at all…" "
I've thought about it!" "I just can't think of anything, can you give me a hint, brother..."
Wang Fang wrapped her arms around her brother's neck from behind, her breasts pressing against his shoulders. Wang Ping felt a jolt run through his body, and he trembled involuntarily. This feeling was different from when he hugged his mother earlier.
Every time his sister asked her brother a question, it had a coquettish tone, sometimes she would even throw herself at him and beg him...
At this moment, Quan Hong came out of the kitchen and saw the two siblings being so intimate, and couldn't help but feel jealous.
"Fang'er, what are you doing?"
"I have a question to ask my brother..." Wang Fang's lips curled up, and she hugged her brother even tighter.
"Sister, let go, I'll explain it to you, okay?"
Wang Fang then let go and sat down next to her brother on the sofa, listening attentively as he explained the problem to her...
Before long, the problem was solved. Wang Fang happily kissed her brother on the cheek.
"You, you're so old, and still..." Quan Hong didn't know what to say to her daughter, so she just called everyone to eat.
"Dinner's ready..." Hearing their mother's call, the brother and sister went to the kitchen to eat together.
Wang Ping sat on one side with his mother, and his sister on the other. Wang Ping kept touching his mother's inner thigh. Quan Hong, afraid her daughter would find out, would repeatedly stop her son with her eyes.
After dinner, Wang Fang went back to her room to continue her homework. Quan Hong was clearing away the dishes and washing them in the bathroom when Wang Ping hugged his mother from behind, his hands constantly rubbing her large breasts.
"Ping'er, don't do this, it's not good if your sister sees..." "
Mom, my sister went back to her room to do her homework..." The son continued doing his own thing.
Quan Hong had no choice but to turn around and say to her son, "Ping'er, be good, go watch TV, or Mom won't let you tonight..."
Hearing this, Wang Ping had no choice but to release his hug from his mother, and then casually touched her lower body again before returning to the living room to watch TV.
***** Chapter Four
Why did Quan Hong allow her son's behavior like this? Wasn't she spoiling him? Where had her morality and ethics gone?
Even Quan Hong herself found it unbelievable.
She could only blame her father's dying words…
Ten years ago, on a Sunday noon, a rapid phone call woke Quan Hong. She quickly and gently removed her son's small hand from her breast, afraid of waking him, and picked up the phone from the bedside table.
"Hello, who is this?" "
Hello, is this Wang Wei's home?"
"Yes, hello, who is this…" "
This is the emergency room of Beijing First People's Hospital. You must be Wang Wei's wife. Please come to our hospital quickly. Your husband, Wang Wei, has been in a car accident and is currently being treated…" "
Ah?" Quan Hong felt dizzy and almost fell off the bed.
"How could this be… how could this be… I have to get to the hospital quickly… quickly…"
Quan Hong was completely panicked. When she arrived at the hospital, she realized she hadn't brought the hospital fees.
"Wang Wei, what's wrong? It's me, Quan Hong! It's me, Quan Hong! Open your eyes and look at me..." Quan Hong pulled over a doctor next to her and said, "Doctor, you must save him, save him..."
"Don't get agitated, we're trying to save him."
Suddenly, Wang Wei's lips moved slightly on the hospital bed, as if he wanted to say something, but it was very soft and inaudible.
"..."
Quan Hong pressed her ear to the bed and heard a few words that only she could understand.
"Hong... I... can't... go on... I know... I can't... go on, I love... you, and I love... Ping'er... Fang'er, from now on... they... will only rely on you." "
Wei, don't say anymore, you won't, you'll get better."
"Hong... listen to me, Ping'er... is very smart, he... will definitely... surpass... us, you must... guide him well..."
"Wei, I know." "
Hong, you...promise...me, maybe...I'm too...selfish...Ping'er...Fang'er...are still young, wait until...they...go to junior high...and understand...something...before...they consider...their...personal...things, otherwise...with his...personality...it will ruin...him, he...is a...genius, you...you promise...me..." "
Wei, I promise you, I promise you anything, you won't, you won't, don't leave me!" "
You promised...that's good...good...I'm...at ease...thank you..." Wang Wei finished speaking, tilted his head, and left with a peaceful expression, as if he hadn't felt any pain.
"Ah, Wei, don't go, don't leave me alone, ah..." Quan Hong cried until she fainted on Wang Wei's body. When she woke up, she was already lying in a hospital bed.
And so, Quan Hong raised Wang Ping and Wang Fang single-handedly, with the care of her mother, sister, and Wang Ping's uncle and aunt. Life had finally come to this point.
Thankfully, her two children were quite obedient, always striving to outdo each other in their studies, which gradually healed her wounded heart. As time passed, the romantic love between husband and wife slowly faded, replaced by a profound maternal love.
She couldn't bear to let her son and daughter leave her side, and they slept together every night.
She used to have a habit of sleeping naked, and since her son and daughter were still young, she initially continued this practice, and her son followed suit, eventually finding it impossible to break the habit.
Her son always slept on the inside, with her in the middle, his little hands constantly moving between her large breasts. She let him be, always thinking he was too young.
When her son started elementary school, she wanted him to sleep alone, but he refused, so she had to give up.
When her daughter started elementary school, her son was already in second grade. She wanted him to sleep alone again, but he still refused. She didn't force him to leave, and his cute little hands continued to roam over her smooth body.
However, her son's grades were always excellent, never below 90 points in any subject, even physical education, singing, and art. What was even more remarkable was that her son and daughter never did anything wrong outside, never caused trouble, and never played outside after school and came home late. Therefore, she didn't interfere with her son's every move on her body. Over time, she got used to it.
When her son turned eleven, she noticed that his penis was starting to get hard, so she had to force him to sleep alone.
"Mom, why aren't you finished washing up yet? Come and watch TV!" Her daughter's voice pulled Quan Hong back from her reverie.
A faint smile appeared on her face, mixed with a blush that was rarely seen.
Chapter Five
The TV show tonight was particularly good, and Wang Fang, the younger sister, was getting more and more engrossed, seemingly unable to sleep at all.
It was already ten o'clock at night.
Wang Ping glanced at his mother a few times, gesturing for her to quickly tell his sister to go to sleep.
"Fang'er, go to sleep quickly, you have to get up early tomorrow." "
Mom, I'll
go to sleep after I finish this episode." More than ten minutes later, Wang Fang finally went to her room to sleep.
Once there was no more noise from his sister's room, Wang Ping couldn't wait to pull his mother towards her room.
"Ping'er, pretend to go back to your own room, then come to Mom's. Mom will leave the door open for you," Quan Hong said softly to her son.
"Mom, you're so thoughtful."
So, Wang Ping deliberately sang a song as he returned to his room, slamming the door shut.
If his sister wasn't asleep yet, she would definitely know that her brother had really gone to sleep.
After a while, Wang Ping quietly opened the door again and walked to his mother's room. He pushed the door open, and it opened; his mother had indeed left the door open for him. He then gently closed the door behind him.
Wang Ping turned around and saw that his mother was already asleep in bed, her clothes on the table beside the bed.
Wang Ping quickly took off his clothes and pants, and naked, he crawled into his mother's bed.
Wang Ping touched her; his mother
was still lying naked in bed, just as before. Quan Hong and her son were sleeping side by side, with her son on the inside and her on the outside. Her son was the same height as her, so his already erect penis was directly facing her vulva. She held her son tightly in her arms, her two large breasts pressing against his chest.
The heads of mother and son were also close together.
Wang Ping gently brushed aside a few strands of hair covering his mother's head and whispered to her, "Mom, you're so beautiful!" "
..."
Seeing her son's innocent expression, Quan Hong wanted nothing more than to devour him whole, eager for him to quickly insert his large penis, like his father's, into her vagina. But as his mother, how could she bring it up herself, especially since it was incest...
Just as Quan Hong was struggling with this dilemma, her son's hot lips pressed against hers. His tongue was already probing into her mouth. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue to easily enter...
This kiss lasted for ten minutes.
"Mom, Ping'er wants to see Mom's fragrant hole..."
"Ping'er, you can look, but you can only look, you can't..."
Wang Ping didn't care what his mother said. He threw off the covers and sat up.
His mother's snow-white body was fully visible. Her eyes were closed. Wang Ping used one hand to caress his mother's breasts, and the other hand to gently stroke her smooth, hairless vulva.
At this moment, Wang Ping was carefully admiring his mother's beautiful vulva.
The mother's labia majora were plump and thick, and the feel of them was indescribably comfortable. They
were tightly pressed together, not parted at all, with only a thin slit in the middle—it was nothing like the vulva of someone who had given birth to two children.
Soon, her vulva was flowing with copious amounts of vaginal fluid.
The son continued to fondle his mother's beautiful vulva, and then he gently inserted his middle finger into her opening, an indescribable sensation spreading throughout his body.
"Ah...ah..." the mother let out soft moans.
Wang Ping pressed his entire body against his mother's, grasping his long, thick penis, preparing to insert it into her vagina.
"Ping'er, you can't do this..." The mother stopped her son with her hand.
A conflict flashed through Quan Hong's passionate heart: Am I really that lewd? But I'm a woman!
"Mom..." the son pleaded gently.
"Ping'er...no...I'm your mother...you came out of my hole...how can you...go back in?" Quan Hong stammered to her son.
"Mom, don't you love Ping'er?" The son was almost crying.
The mother held her son tightly, unsure what to do...
In truth, she also desperately wanted her son to penetrate her, but mother and son couldn't do this. She was already being naked for her son to see, that was already wrong, how could she let her son...?
"Mom..." the son pleaded again, incredibly gently.
The mother's defenses were crumbling.

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