The mother was a beautiful woman from Jiangnan; her son loved her like a beloved wife.

My mother was a woman who possessed all the characteristics of a "delicate and charming young lady from Jiangnan." My maternal grandfather's family was a scholarly family, and my mother was deeply influenced by them, becoming well-educated and reasonable. My maternal grandmother, who was known as the most beautiful woman in the area at the time, endowed my mother with petite beauty, making her a rare beauty in her youth.
My father was the only son in three generations; he was physically imposing, had a volatile temper, was an alcoholic, and illiterate. My grandfather had joined the army and settled in the city after its liberation.
Because of his family background, my maternal grandfather was persecuted, vilified as a "traitor," and sentenced to 20 years in prison. Relatives and friends avoided my mother like the plague, and no one dared to take care of her. My maternal grandmother passed away when my mother was 3 years old, and she was not even 14 when my maternal grandfather got into trouble.
My father was nearly 30 at the time and was a minor leader in the rebels. He took advantage of the situation and lied to my mother, saying she could save my maternal grandfather. My mother, who had no one to rely on, could only count on a "proletarian working-class" rebel leader like my father, so she offered herself to him. And in less than a year, I came into this world.
My father's fertility didn't surpass that of his ancestors; he only had one child, me, making me the only male heir. This ensured my childhood was a carefree and happy time. According to my mother, I wasn't weaned until I was four, and I could only fall asleep while touching my mother's breast. My domineering nature and my parents' doting affection meant even my father had to give in, allowing me to continue this habit.
By the time I was six, my father's fortunes had declined, but his domineering position at home remained firmly entrenched. The family's circumstances gradually worsened, and my father's violence intensified, though he still doted on me. He often came home dejected, drinking heavily before beating my mother. She would passively endure it, secretly weeping, but I didn't know how to comfort her. If my mother didn't meet my demands, I would find ways to make my father express my dissatisfaction. I remember we only had a living room and a bedroom; after beating my mother, my father would drag her into the bedroom without any attempt to hide it. My mother's vulnerability made me a little tyrant.
My father's sex was simple and brutal. Each time he made love, there was no caressing or sweet talk; worst of all, he would turn on the lights, ignoring the fact that I was lying next to them, my little hands still grasping my mother's breasts. He would roughly force my mother, who was beneath him, until her beautiful face was covered in tears. Her painful, suppressed cries grew louder and then softer until she could barely make a sound before he finished. My father's sexual prowess was undeniable; my mother was often forced by him to spend the night naked, and she showed almost no shame or attempt to avoid me. Although I was young, I would secretly watch with great interest.
After my father discovered this, he would occasionally scold me, but my mother's alluring body often made him pay no attention to me. After he finished, my father would fall asleep, and sometimes I would imitate him, lying naked on top of my mother's naked and beautiful body, repeating his mechanical movements. At first, my mother would silently resist, whispering scolding to scare me, but when my crying woke my father, he would become impatient and often berate my mother or resort to rough sexual punishment. My mother's doting affection and fear of my father eventually made her give up resisting, allowing my father and I to enjoy her captivating body in different ways. Perhaps my mother's only resistance was her habit of waking up early.
After I started elementary school at age seven, for some reason, I became even more fascinated by my mother's soft, full, elastic, and perfectly curved breasts, typical of a 21-year-old woman. I even started breastfeeding again, though there was no milk, but the feeling was wonderful. My bedtime routine was to suckle until I was tired, my little hands still lingering on her breasts before I could finally quiet down. Sometimes my father's rough sexual behavior would wake me up, and I would try to imitate it later, but the dark, soft pubic hair on my mother's sacred and mysterious sanctuary, the birthplace of life, was nothing compared to the wonderful feeling of lying on my mother's naked, soft body, sucking and caressing her breasts to my heart's content. Occasionally, I would touch my mother's private parts, but I would give up because she would close her legs or change her position.
I was also interested in my mother's body, but only in questions like how she urinated without a penis. That summer, when I had just turned twelve, I was already used to my father and mother's sexual activity. But one night, my father drank a lot of alcohol, and I drank some too. As soon as he got into bed, he began to assault my mother. She resisted a little, but he quickly lost control. Enraged, he began a silent but fierce struggle with her. To avoid their battle, I sat up.
My father knelt beside me and brutally spread my mother's thighs apart, almost lifting her lower body off the bed. In an instant, my mother lost the ability to resist, helplessly closed her eyes, her body tense, and the painful and helpless expression on her fair skin, graceful curves, and beautiful face left me dumbfounded.
Between her long, slender legs, my mother's mysterious exit from the bed was displayed before me for the first time so clearly and without reservation. My God! Under the bright light, I clearly witnessed my father's not-so-large but rather ugly penis, weakly thrusting between my mother's legs. Helpless, my mother gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, while my father was unable to allow his drooping penis to enter her body.
Suddenly, Father bent one of Mother's legs at the knee and pressed his own leg flat on the bed. With his free hand, he forcefully spread her genitals. I thought he had pried open her skin, revealing a pinkish crevice with a tightly closed vaginal wall at the bottom! Suddenly, one of Father's fingers plunged forcefully into her. Mother let out a painful, suppressed scream, her eyes widened, her muscles tensed, and the veins on her slender arms gripping the sheets bulged. Large tears rolled down her beautiful face. Father roared triumphantly, as if he had achieved great satisfaction. He increased the intensity of his finger's movements, and Mother shook her head in agony, crying out, "No!" Finally, Father knelt, allowing his penis to enter Mother's body with the help of his hand. He continued for a while before stopping, then fell asleep, leaving me stunned, staring at my mother curled up in pain.
My mother's pained and terrified expression made my erect penis feel blocked for the first time. As soon as I entered the bathroom, I ejaculated! My whole body relaxed, my heart soared, my mind swayed, I felt like I was floating on air, almost falling over. Later, as I returned to bed and was about to fall asleep, my mother was still sobbing intermittently. Having already developed a rebellious attitude towards my mother's discipline, I developed a fundamentally flawed and self-righteous understanding, believing that this was the only way to truly retaliate against her. I so desperately wanted her to look at me with that fearful gaze, so desperately wanted to relive that ejaculation, and I naively believed that my penis was the best weapon to terrify her. My father, now older, was less sexually active, and his stamina had declined due to years of excessive drinking and womanizing, greatly reducing my "opportunities." But that night's events were deeply etched in my memory. Subconsciously, I was still somewhat afraid of my mother—perhaps a normal feeling a child has towards an adult—but deep down, I began to desperately crave the opportunity to show my mother my "power," to make her submit to me as she did to my father.
After several days of being distraught, an opportunity led me to my deepest despair. It was a Saturday, and I was home from school. My mother was sick with a high fever and resting at home. At noon, my father came home and started drinking. Ignoring my mother's high fever, he dragged her out of bed and ordered her to cook some food and drinks. My mother, barely able to stand, cooked a few dishes and then went back to bed. The hastily prepared food didn't taste very good, which drew another round of abuse from my father. He then demanded that I drink with him. The alcohol was quickly finished, and my drunken father sent me to buy more. When I returned home with the alcohol, my father was just coming out of the bedroom, pulling up his trousers.
父亲继续狂饮至不省人事，我也晕头转向地准备把剩余的酒放回卧室床下。卧室里床上的蚊帐已经放下紧闭，我好奇地想看看母亲的情况，当我掀开蚊帐，床上的一幕让我煞那间浑身发热，充满了莫名的冲动！只见头上覆蓋的冷毛巾已乱地缠在母亲头上，遮住了母亲的秀发、额头、眼睛，只露出挺秀的鼻子、小巧的嘴巴。嘴巴半张，鲜红的双唇和雪白整齐的牙齿相映相印生辉，尖巧的下巴和秀丽的脸庞上还留有泪痕。床单有点乱，看来母亲已无力反抗，穿着的连衣裙被掀至脖子，内裤扔在床头，平坦的小腹上只横盖著一薄被。浑圆丰满的乳房高傲地耸立著，鲜红的乳头娇艳欲滴，修长的双腿仍保留着“大”字形，臀部下垫著一个枕头，把那神秘的圣地完全托出。天，我再一次看到了她！我把酒瓶放在床角，屏住呼吸，慢慢靠近她。纤细柔顺的阴毛密密地布成一个三角形状，下面的尽头便是两片紧闭着的丰满阴唇，上面还留有父亲侵犯的痕迹。突然间，我有点胆怯，我轻轻地动了动母亲的小腿，母亲毫无反应；我又小心翼翼地伸出右手，手指触到了阴唇，母亲也毫无反应；我再轻轻地用两只手指掰开两片阴唇，露出一条缝隙，母亲仍然没有动静，我便放胆地加大了力度。两片阴唇被我完全分开，一个扁型的、粉红娇嫩的缝隙展现在我的面前，我终于又看到她了！
我不敢像父亲那般野蛮，只用食指往里慢慢探，母亲的阴道是如此的紧，以致再往里我感到有困难。我犹豫了一下，决定用力，我紧张地盯着母亲，生怕她突然有反应，以致于我的手指完全没入阴道后还未发觉。这时，我深刻地感受到母亲紧密而灼热的阴道紧紧地包含着我的手指，我手指慢慢地开始抽动，母亲没有动静，我不能控制地突然用力，母亲发出有气无力的呻吟，一会又没了。我有点失落感，又有点酒壮胆，我开始很用力，但母亲半张的小嘴只偶尔发出点呻吟。我开始生气了，浑身有有种需要即刻发泄的感觉，我的阳具开始充血，长度居然达到１０，比手指还长！我爬上床，学效父亲的姿势，跪在母亲的两腿间，用手握住阳具，对着阴道直插而下。我是如此的幸运！龟头居然进入了大半，我感觉到我找对了位置，身体不可控制地要往更深处挺进，以至于我一下子便压在母亲的身上。我不顾一切地把全身力气集中于下身，深深地、完全地刺入母亲的体内，如此力度，让我阳具疼痛不已。
母亲也发出了痛苦的呻吟，但母亲阴道那紧密灼热的吸附感，刺激得我几近发狂，我剧烈地抽动着，脸部恰好够到母亲的乳房，像是有着一个邪恶的力量在引导我，我含着母亲左边的乳头用力地吸，右手握住母亲的右边乳房拚命搓揉，母亲开始发出痛苦而压抑的呻吟，整个身子绷紧。我看到大颗的泪珠沿着她秀丽的脸庞滚落下来，这刺激我更加疯狂、更加野蛮。我的阳具在母亲阴道里进进出出，每次都要完全进入，每一下抽动，都带给我无法用语言描述的无比曼妙、刺激的感受。连续抽动大概２００多下后，我终于抵挡不住下身极至的刺激，灼热的精液喷射而出，完完全全地注入母亲的阴道中。我不能抑制地发出声音，筋疲力尽地趴在母亲身上。没想到还未等我来及起身离开，便被母亲觉察到不对，母亲把遮住眼睛的毛巾拿开，一瞬间，母亲我四目相对，天地间似乎一切静止！终于，母亲发出惊天动地的大哭。
我从未听到过母亲发出如此可怕的声音，也从未见过她如此可怕而绝望的表情，如此惊人的力量，我被母亲从身上一把推开，措不及防的我和酒瓶一起滚下床，酒瓶破碎，我结结实实地压在酒瓶碎片上，血流如注，我也发出惨叫。卧室里的混乱声音把父亲惊醒，他摇摇晃晃地踏入卧室，看到呆若木鸡的母亲站立在床边，连衣裙已穿好，双手紧抱胸前，而我在地上流血惨呼，不由分说立刻对母亲拳脚相加。精神恍惚的母亲摇摇欲坠地任由父亲暴打，我心头忽然涌起一种去制止父亲、保护母亲的莫名冲动，我冲过去抱住父亲，父亲失手打了我一下，我便开始暴力还击，父亲大怒，我也怒气冲天。
年幼无力的我绝非他的对手，我不计死活的打法，让尚未酒醒的父亲也把我往死里打。我不知那是酒瓶划伤而流的血，还些是父亲暴打我而流的血。父亲恼羞成怒，拿起一条长凳往我头上砸，我被吓呆了，下意识地低下头，双手阻挡，板凳重重地砸到我的头上，我顿时两眼一黑，失去了知觉……当我醒来的时候，首先看到的是充满愧疚的父亲，又才发现是躺在母亲的怀里。我转头看母亲，母亲目光却躲开了。我感觉到母亲那薄薄的连衣裙下柔软的乳房，看来我昏迷的过程中，她一直抱着我，连内衣都未及穿上，在低声地啜泣著。也许是家丑不能外扬，或母亲害怕父亲伤害我，也许是母亲无法让别人相信什么，更或许母亲因为有点昏迷，对我向她的侵犯不能作出完整的判断，我们表面上相安无事。
到了晚上睡觉的时间，母亲仍然要裸露著全身，让父亲去施展他那短暂的淫威。父亲完事入睡后，母亲仍然睁着眼睛，我像平时那样压到她身上，母亲第一次露出非常惊恐的表情，呼吸加速，双手紧紧地护住身子，而且双腿紧紧地缠绕在一起，使我完全没有了机会，而我也因为中午的事件而不敢过于放肆。我亲亲母亲，低声在母亲耳边说：“对不起，请原谅我。”虽然仍压着母亲，但已老老实实的。在我进入了梦乡前，母亲终于逐渐平静下来，我迷迷糊糊地看到母亲默默地流下了两行清泪。
不知是否因为感到对母亲的愧疚，我改变我的行为，变成了乖乖仔，主动努力学习，在初考前那个学期，平时在班上排名倒数第一的我，成绩突然开始火箭似的上升。我的表现似乎打动了母亲，母亲恢复了对我无微不至的照顾和让我继续压在她身上睡觉的习惯。初考的压力使我不得不用功到深夜，并且开始失眠，父亲非常忧虑。初考前那个礼拜，我焦躁不安，一次父亲在母亲身上完成他的“功课”后，我烦躁地不断压上、转下母亲身子，无法睡眠。终于，我有了难以抑制的发泄需要，母亲立刻发觉，我想分开她的双腿，她默默地反抗。我们的对抗逐渐加大，把父亲惊醒了，我吓得赶快转下母亲身子，父亲谩骂母亲一阵后，又再进入梦乡。我开始继续行动，父亲又被惊醒，进而便对母亲拳脚相加。在父亲发出鼾声后，我又行动，母亲不敢再激烈反抗，任由我摆布，但不配合我之下，我折腾了很久仍然无法进入，但我决不放弃。直到快天亮，母亲终于臣服于我的毅力，姿势神奇地调整了点，我便顺利地进入了。母亲紧皱眉头，脸上露出痛苦、紧张的表情看着父亲。我也不敢惊动父亲，轻轻而缓慢地抽动着，我感到母亲的心跳剧列，呼吸急速，紧张无比。
母亲的眼光始终注视著父亲的动静，非常配合地让我达到高潮，又一次在母亲体内射精，没想到我发泄完后便很快地安详入睡了。在母亲的配合下，往后我的失眠也消失了，我集中精力，全力以赴地温习，对母亲的侵犯也暂时停止。当我以第一的成绩考入重点中学后，给家庭带来的荣耀是我难以预料的，亲朋好友的祝福让父亲大为开怀，母亲虽然还对我躲躲闪闪，但暗地里我留意到她也会露出微笑。一次父亲在酒店宴请亲朋好友以示得意，母亲特地穿上她一套最漂亮的连衣裙准备参与聚会，在卧室里我又一次被母亲的天生丽质所震撼！母亲身高有１６５，身材苗条而不失丰满，一头乌黑飘逸的长发，秀丽的瓜子脸，凝脂般的肌肤如雕塑一般，合身的连衣裙更是衬托出胸脯的丰满，双腿的修长。“妈妈，我想要你！”当我居然面对母亲开口说出这句话时，我和母亲都呆立当场。片刻母亲不发一言地走开，我深受打击，泄气无比，垂头丧气，无精打采。我对父亲说我不想去，父亲大怒，便甩我一掌，母亲吓得赶紧抱住我的头，父亲要把怒气发泄到母亲身上，我赶快违心的答应了，一个人回到卧室床上躺下发呆。
父亲要先到酒店安排，反正母亲也不准备帮他，父亲命令我们要准时去到酒店，否则给我好看，说完便出去了。我躺在床上，母亲以乞求的目光看着我，连哄又带哀求地要我赶快出发，我无精打采地赖着床，一副可怜的样子。母亲着急了，便要拉我起来，我不从，反抗中母亲反而被我拉倒在身旁的床上。我突然间感觉到有机可乘，赶快按在母亲的身上，母亲像似明白了什么，异常生气地不理会我走开，我也只好跟着出去。庆典如期举行，我带来的荣耀，使我在家庭里的地位似乎超越了父亲。晚上，父亲酒醉得很厉害，在床上不醒人事，我放肆地侵犯母亲，母亲无奈地闭上了眼睛。母亲的默许让我兴奋不已，我立刻要脱下她的衣裙，母亲制止了我，自己默默地只把内裤脱下，把裙子掀至腰间，露出下半身，我以最快的速度脱下裤子，掏出挺立的阳物，立即便压到母亲身上。
我还是没有经验，无法找对地方，母亲第一次用她的纤手替我引导。母亲的阴道很干涩，令我很难进入，但又要刻不容缓地要进入，所以拼尽了全力。当我在母亲的阴道内艰苦地抽动时，母亲咬著嘴唇，脸上露出忍受的痛苦表情，我也毫不怜香惜玉地继续抽送。这一次我持续了许久还不射精，母亲着急了，不断催促我快些结束，我感到母亲的阴道开始随着母亲身体的用力而在有节奏地收缩，并且母亲第一次把腿抬起，使我与她的接触更加紧密，我非常兴奋，又一次达到高潮，把生命精华灌注入曾孕育过我的温床中。也许是母亲的优待，也许是受到荷尔蒙的滋润，我身体开始急速发育，欲望也愈加强烈，常常乘父亲酒醉侵犯母亲。我的气力让母亲难以抗拒，而母亲害怕父亲的发现也不敢太激烈与我对抗，更不敢出声。我的经验使我每次即使母亲极不配合也能得逞，我竟然能够从母亲的背后进入母亲的体内。有时父亲完事后，我也不等父亲入睡便进入母亲的体内，让母亲惊恐而痛苦地忍受我的粗暴侵犯。过于放纵使我有时难以射精，我便让阳具留在母亲的体内而入睡，让母亲忍受整夜的担惊受怕。父亲开始觉察到我的身体变化，把我赶到客厅，自己睡一个床，我无奈地服从。
母亲的有意躲避使我无机可乘。命运弄人，祖父的平反，使我们家庭意外地获得了一笔可观的补贴，为了照顾祖父，我们搬与祖父同住一套三居室。原来居住的是父亲的祖屋，稍微搬走了点家俱，我们锁上后便告别了它。我有了独立的房间，母亲也因为祖父的平反而在税务局找到了不错的工作。但失去家庭统治地位的父亲却泄上了赌博，很快，钱如流水般消逝，我聪明地不断提出要缴各种费用，在家道破落前，大大地节私留一笔。父母的收入是满足不了父亲的赌瘾的，父亲欠下大笔的赌债，我暗地里去做搬运工以防不测。我的决断是英明的，父亲被债主逼打，祖父不得不替他还清赌债，却又欠下亲友们一笔债务。我从父亲那继承而来的强壮的体魄，和我在港口的出色的搬运工作让我收入不菲，我的优异的成绩是家庭唯一值得安慰的。祖父终于忍受不了父亲，一病不起，住进了医院。高额的医疗费用让母亲终日以泪洗脸，父亲更放肆地赌博，毫不理会祖父的病。祖父需要动手术，必需一笔高额的医疗费，而家里根本没有积蓄。祖父对我的赏识，以及他那令人钦佩的学识，让我有士为知己死的感觉，我拚命地打工，我在工地里一人干三人的活，工友们对我佩服不已，但其中之苦简直无法让普通人想像，结果我的学习成绩一落千丈。
我终于积攒足够的钱，偷偷为祖父交了手术费，祖父得救了，但我的期考全部红灯。母亲不明白我的钱的来历，而我又不解释，糟糕的成绩更是让母亲对我大大地误会，以致母亲激动地责问我。母亲不客气的语气让我心烦不已，感到自己第一次为家庭付出而却遭到责问，我的自尊遭受了极大的伤害，我闭门不见及理会任何人。一位受伤的工友住院，让祖父明白了我的所作所为，祖父特地嘱托母亲来感谢我。当母亲又感动又羞愧地面对我时，我又蠢蠢欲动，但母亲的反抗使我居然对她失去了非份之念，开始变得孤傲，其实我是觉得，我受到的委屈仅仅用道歉和主动进攻得到满足是远远弥补不了的，我需要的是母亲完全的……我自己也说不清，我故意与母亲疏远。新学期开始后，我为追上功课，经常温习到深夜。语文是我所讨厌的，其他各门功课我不费吹灰之力就夺回第一，但语文科却是勉强及格而已。母亲觉察出我对她的不满，常乞求我的原谅，而我孤傲地不为所动。
一天晚上，我为一道作文题苦思冥想，我趴在桌子上不知如何下笔，居然睡着了。当我醒来时，发现桌面上多了一个精美的笔记本，我好奇地翻开看，母亲娟秀的笔迹映入眼帘，但更加让我兴奋的是，母亲为我的作文做了仔细的分析，提供了大量精美的古文诗词语句及现代文学的精彩描写，我被深深吸引，于是笔下生辉。我的作文获得了全国性的大奖，让我对那笔记本有了特殊的感情。往后，我需要解决的问题，往往晚上在笔记本上写下，第二天放学回家便会有了答案，当然，更多的是提示和指点。我和母亲的这种特别交流，让我得到了莫大的好处，我的语文反而成了我最大优势。这样，到了中考前，笔记交流不减反增。平时我与母亲的话很少，但心里觉得自己伤害了母亲，不知不觉中，我对母亲充满了崇敬和感激，邪恶的欲望趋于平息。当母亲在笔记上祝愿我中考能再创辉煌时，我自信而调皮地回答没问题，并提出有什么奖赏时，却没了下文。我并没在意，我以创记录的高分考入重点高中后，全家的荣耀是空前的。那年，我刚满十五岁，但也是１６５的小大人了，对于伦理也有了根本的认识，对超越有了胆怯。
当我整理资料时，发现父亲把资料统统当作废纸卖掉，我大怒，再一次与父亲发生激烈冲突。这次我完全胜利，父亲根本不敢出声，连祖父和母亲都在一旁大气不敢出。当我冲到垃圾站想找那本笔记本时，却早已被运走，我闷闷不乐地回到自己的小房间，却惊奇地发现那本笔记本摆在我的枕头边，我激动得连连轻吻，小心翼翼翻开她，重头回味这一年多时间里的历程。在我翻到最后，看到我写下的有何奖励的调皮问题时，我心里充满了幸福。我一页页地、无意识地继续翻看后面的空白页，又感到一丝失落，当我翻到倒数第一页时，一行清秀的小字映入眼帘：“如你所愿”。我愣住了，因为从那笔迹来看，显然是早已经写下的，我这时的感觉无法描述，只记得我激动地在下面写道：“谢谢你，妈妈。原谅我好吗？”我把它又放回了枕边，借故对母亲说：“笔记本您要拿回去吗？”母亲有点错愕地看着我，半张著小嘴，目光透露出不安，我以坚定的目光看着她，毫不退缩。母亲终于抵挡不住，只好轻轻地点了点头，我兴奋得大喊大叫，比知道成绩还兴奋，母亲脸上透露出不安的表情，默默地走开了。我很快因为学费的问题和我的私人计划，不得不继续干苦力挣钱，每天高强度的劳动，让我回到家后往往吃完饭便倒头就睡。我终于积攒了足够的钱，三个月的漫长假期还剩下两个多月，我借故父亲在家打麻将太吵闹，不能专心学习，提出要回父亲的祖屋，即原来的老房，每天给我送饭、拿换洗衣服即可。父亲没意见，祖父也支持我，母亲像是明白了什么，不安又有点恐惧的哀求地看着我，但又不敢反对，就这样决定下来了。
回到原来的房子，感觉到了我自己统治的世界。让我始料不及的是母亲没有来送饭，倒是祖父来了，我非常不安。祖父身体不好，父亲就来，我很是失望，但我坚持不回家，反让祖父和父亲非常高兴和放心。过了两个礼拜，我逐渐焦躁不安，天天企望着我期待的……一天晚上，狂风暴雨，雷电狂闪，我死了心，站在雨里，任由暴雨发泄我的愤怒，致使我发烧卧床不起。父亲送饭过来，尽管我发烧不已，但他急于回家：不是去通知家人，而是牵挂他的麻将。等到晚上也无人再来看我，狂风暴雨继续肆虐。当大门响起声音时，我正在床上迷惑。片刻后，当我睁开眼睛，一个被暴雨洗礼而纤态毕露的美女站在眼前，眼里充满了泪水，丰满的胸部起伏不停，显然是急速赶路的后果。连衣裙被雨湿透后，紧紧地贴在苗条而曼妙的身体上，手里拿着发夹，任由秀发散披而下，一只秀手探上了我发烫的额头。
我心里的委屈和感动让我泪水夺眶而出，我拚命坐立而起，紧紧抱住母亲，把头埋在那丰满而极富弹性的乳房上尽情地放声大哭，好一会才平静下来。我抬起头与母亲泪眼相对，母亲不停地安慰我，抚摸我的头，我在那温暖的怀里依偎一会又进入梦乡。当我醒来的时候，已经是晚上了，母亲换了另外一套连衣裙，看我清醒，关怀地向我问候，我轻轻点头，表示我感觉好多了，母亲才放下心。她告诉我说，祖父和父亲也来了，我已经打过针。祖父和父亲正和医生在说话，这时过来看望我，我生龙活虎地舒展了一下身体，医生得意地向父亲邀功，但祖父还是担心不已，臭骂了不敢作声的父亲。祖父命令我继续躺下休息，要母亲留下来照顾我，便和父亲回去了。当我再醒过来后，已经是半夜了，我轻轻喊道：“妈妈。”换过睡袍的母亲从客厅走到我的床前，秀发披肩，诱人的肉体若隐若现，令人遐想联翩，我顿时目光集中在她那迷人的身体上。半天才傻傻的问：“我吃过饭没有？”母亲“噗哧”地娇笑起来。那纯洁和娇贵的脸蛋艳丽如花，我按捺不住，一把起身，便把毫无防备的母亲抱上床，报复性地按住她的双手，母亲惊惶失措，动弹不得，我恶作剧地一口吻上母亲的小嘴，母亲受惊地拚命躲闪，于是我们爆发了“亲嘴”大挑战！
当我用双手制住母亲的头部强吻成功后，便不轻易放弃，以致我和母亲都难以呼吸，当我松开手后，都累得气喘吁吁。母亲用手摀住小嘴，我立刻开始解开她的睡衣，母亲制止我，哀求地对我说：“不要这样。”我不理会，母亲突然向我嘘声，说道：“有人！”我吓得立刻不敢动弹，母亲乘机摆脱我的控制，跑出卧房。我提心吊胆地来到客厅，发现没人，我大喊祖父和父亲，每人搭理，母亲也不见了，我才发觉我上了大当，却毫不生气。这时母亲从厨房出来，手里拿着一杯牛奶，我不怀好意地逼上前去，母亲恐惧地往后躲闪，嘴里连说“不要”，被我逼到墙边。我整个身子贴上母亲，母亲双手抱着杯子，拚命隔开我，我想抢过杯子，母亲死死不肯松手，我一把抱起母亲，大步迈向卧室，母亲闭上了眼睛，浑身发抖，开始哭泣。当我把母亲扔到床上后，我并没有动手，静静地观看母亲。母亲睁开眼睛，不断哀求我，我温柔地亲了她，母亲没有反抗。我轻而易举地拿开了杯子，母亲紧紧抱住身子，瑟瑟发抖，眼睛不敢张开。我脱光衣服，跪在她身旁把她抱入怀中，母亲发抖得厉害，但我没有任何侵犯。终于母亲张开了眼睛，我故意显现身上的累累伤痕，让母亲惊呆了。这些伤痕是我干苦力时留下的，平时我毫不在意，但不知会对母亲产生如此大的震撼。
母亲轻轻抚摸我的伤痕，心痛地问我：“痛吗？”我摇摇头，母亲抱着我开始啜泣，我也抱住母亲，让她在我的肩膀上哭泣。母亲虚弱地停止了哭泣，我开始替她解开睡衣，片刻母亲便只剩下内裤。母亲死死护住内裤，让我无计可施，除非用暴力解决。我停下不动，用乞求的目光看着她，说道：“妈妈，你不是答应我，如我所愿吗？”母亲又开始哭泣，我不停地亲吻她的双眼和泪珠，抚摸她那滑嫩的背。逐渐母亲的哭泣变为断断续续的啜泣，紧张而紧绷的身体也已柔软下来，我试图脱下她的内裤，母亲仍然不松手，我低下头，轻轻地亲了那护死死拉着内裤的小手，又在母亲耳边亲亲，说道：“妈妈，你原谅我了吗？我爱你。”没想到母亲一下子抱住我，又大哭起来，我只能不断地安慰她。渐渐地母亲在我的怀里安静下来，我再去脱母亲的短裤，母亲只是像征性地档了我一下，便很配合地让我抱着她把内裤脱掉了。我把母亲平放在床上，仔细欣赏著这位年轻的美女母亲整个完美无暇的身子：坚挺的乳房愈加丰满了，加上纤腰和平坦的小腹、性感的臀部、修长的双腿，特别是母亲凝脂般的肌肤，让我抚摸时感到母亲简直是精美无比的艺术品，我不由得发出赞叹：“妈妈，您真美丽！”母亲秀丽的脸庞透出娇红，越发迷人。
I was finally about to explode. I parted my mother's legs, pressed my body against hers, and my 15-year-old penis eagerly sought entry. My mother sighed softly, parted her legs even wider, and raised her hips. My penis immediately found the entrance. But my mother's vagina was still so tight. I eagerly lifted my lower body, pressed against the vaginal opening, and forced my large glans in. My mother let out a painful moan. "Gently, okay?" my mother pleaded. I stopped and kissed my mother, repeatedly asking if she was in pain. My mother nodded, but then hugged my waist tightly, biting her lip, bravely signaling me to continue. I thrust in with all my might, and it was all the way in at once. My mother's eyes widened, her brows furrowed, the veins on her long neck became visible, a muffled groan escaped her throat, and tears welled up in her eyes. I dared not move, gently kissing my mother, and my mother silently intertwined her tongue with mine. I couldn't hold back any longer and began to thrust. My mother sucked on my mouth tightly, hugged my neck tightly, and desperately endured the pain. The intense pleasure in my lower body made me uncontrollably increase the force and rhythm, but my mother's vagina was too small and still dry. She finally couldn't help but let out a loud groan. I didn't care about anything else, desperately venting my pent-up resentment. My mother shook her head in pain, trying to push me off her. I held her waist, each thrust almost pulling my penis out completely before plunging it back in. The extreme pleasure and my mother's pain made it almost impossible for me to control myself. After more than 20 minutes, I felt I was about to climax. I hugged my mother tightly, pressing myself against her. My mother probably sensed I was about to ejaculate and desperately raised her hips. In my all-out thrusting, my mother's pain reached its peak. When I finally collapsed on top of her, exhausted, she was too weak to groan.
I kissed my mother tenderly and gratefully, and she responded enthusiastically, arousing my masculinity once more. We made love again, and this lasted for nearly an hour. My mother was too exhausted to continue, letting me indulge in her alluring body. Finally, I embraced her and drifted off to sleep, completely satisfied. The next morning, I woke up early. My mother, exhausted from my nearly nightly revelry, was still fast asleep, her face streaked with tears, like a pear blossom after the rain. I kissed her tenderly, careful not to disturb her, and got up alone, full of energy, but suddenly felt ravenously hungry, so I went out to buy breakfast. When I returned home, she was already gone; she had gone to work. I was utterly disappointed. My father came to visit and, seeing my listless state, asked if I was feeling better. On a whim, I suggested that my mother come and take care of me, and my father readily agreed. I dared not reveal my inner elation, and feigned returning to my bedroom to rest. My father then left as well. When my mother came home from get off work, she had a negotiation-like conversation with me. I wanted her to stay with me, but she said, "No." "Didn't you promise me?" I pleaded. She said, "I was just trying to encourage you, and I've kept my promise. You should be content." I begged her desperately, and she finally cried and begged me to let her go. I shouted in despair and anger, "Would you rather endure my father's rudeness than stay with me?" My mother looked at me helplessly and pleaded with me that she would stay if I didn't violate her anymore. I reluctantly agreed.
My mother moved in with me, but I quickly let my desires run wild. Her constant resistance, preventing me from easily succeeding, only intensified the stimulation. My battleground quickly expanded from the bed to the kitchen, living room, and bathroom… I spent a whole month happily with my mother, making love hundreds of times. But my grandfather's declining health forced me to ask my mother to leave. For the remaining month or so, she didn't come back. I had to suppress my desires and focus on my studies. Before school started, I moved back home, only to discover a shocking event—my mother was pregnant! My father had been the only son in three generations, and legally allowed to have another child. He was incredibly proud of this miracle. My grandfather, considering my father's situation, had always hoped my mother would have another child, but she expressed her unwillingness, and both my father and grandfather firmly disagreed.
That evening, while I was doing my homework, my mother quietly entered my room and communicated with me through her pen. She asked me to find a way to persuade my father and grandfather to let me have an abortion. I was confused because I also wanted a younger brother or sister. My mother seemed to have some unspeakable difficulties, but she avoided directly stating them and couldn't convince me. I comforted my mother, saying I would take good care of her. My mother then hugged me and started crying. She told me that this child was my child, and she was very scared. I was initially stunned, but seeing my mother's helpless appearance, I had an idea. I asked my mother, "Mom, are you willing to have this child for me? This is our child. No matter what, I will take care of him for the rest of my life." With my constant comfort and reassurance, my mother finally stopped insisting on an abortion. My mother's pregnancy temporarily reformed my father's ways, and my grandfather also started exercising because of this unexpected grandson. We took meticulous care of my mother. For the child's prenatal education, my grandfather and father went to the ancestral home to play mahjong, and my father only came back to visit occasionally. My mother, made even more voluptuous and alluring by her pregnancy, was irresistible to me. For some reason, she completely yielded to my advances, allowing me to carefully violate her. Perhaps this was a privilege my father never received, which filled me with immense pride.
My mother's belly grew bigger day by day. After ten months of pregnancy, she finally gave birth to a beautiful girl, much to my father's disappointment. But this girl immediately became the center of attention for me, my grandfather, and my mother. My mother's face radiated maternal love, making her even more attractive. I secretly shared my mother's sweet breast milk with my sister and began to violate her again as early as the safe period. My father was impatient with my sister's crying and often lost his temper. Moreover, my grandfather's smoking forced my sister to move to my safe bedroom. I gave my bed to my mother and sister and slept on a cot myself. I often helped my hardworking mother take care of my sister when she cried in the middle of the night. Of course, my mother, who became even more beautiful and captivating after giving birth, also tried her best to reward me and actively cooperated with me, giving me unprecedented sexual satisfaction. Imagine when my mother and I made love next to my beautiful sister. My mother's gentleness was not only full of lover's charm, but also had an extra touch of maternal tenderness. My father's needs were also few. He would occasionally knock on the door in the middle of the night to ask my mother to come and keep him company. After we were done, he would ask my mother to come back, and I would often deliberately let my sister cry to stop him. My mother discovered my secret, but she was grateful to me and, in turn, repaid me. I loved my mother even more, and I consciously made sure she enjoyed sex.
Under my care, my mother's allure reached its peak. We often maintained the most intimate moments, happily watching my sleeping sister beside us. My mother began to close her eyes and enjoy our lovemaking, reaching orgasm more and more frequently, giving me the illusion that we were a happy family of three. When my sister turned one, the happy days seemed to end. My grandfather's death forced me to move into his room. My father seemed to regain his dominance, beginning to beat and abuse my mother again. But I was strong enough to protect her. My father's outbursts often led my mother to take my sister to my room for refuge in the middle of the night. Her bruises filled me with tenderness, and my mother became even more eager to seek comfort in our lovemaking. My mother began to completely break with my father, and he was driven back to his original house by my mother and me. My father also resolutely refused to visit, which ironically allowed me to indulge myself completely.
I was shocked to learn that my mother was pregnant again. When she told me the news, and that my sister was also my daughter, and that I was the one who fathered her, I was stunned. But upon reflection, it made sense, because I knew my father hadn't visited my mother in over six months, let alone had sex with her. I secretly accompanied my mother to have an abortion, and she underwent sterilization surgery. We began living a happy life together.
After I met and married the woman I loved, my mother intentionally distanced herself from me. But my relationship with my mother was not just about sex, because my love for her will always be my top priority, irreplaceable in my life.

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