Amidst the crowing of roosters in the countryside, a man, carrying his grandfather on his back, thrusts his penis into his mother's vagina (Full Version).

One summer during my first year of high school, my father fell from a five-story scaffold and died. At his funeral, my mother's tears flowed like pearls. Suddenly, our family lost its financial support, and we moved back to my parents' home in Chiayi from Taipei to live with my maternal grandparents. Although we had plenty of food and clothing and a comfortable life, I was so immature back then. Coming from the bustling city of Taipei, where everything was readily available, with 7-Elevens just a short walk away at night, I found myself in a rural area surrounded by fields, where only grocery stores offered solace, and they didn't even issue receipts. Even going to a convenience store required a two-hour bike ride. So, when I first transferred to Chiayi, I struggled to adapt, didn't have many friends, and became increasingly withdrawn, only daring to confide in my mother. Until this year, when I was admitted to a national university in Taipei after my senior year of high school, my hard work finally paid off, and I became the talk of the village, bringing my grandparents great joy. My mother, though happy that I was going to Taipei alone after the summer break, was also worried. I gave my mother the admission notice that I had successfully enrolled. She was delighted and said that she would make sure I ate well during the summer vacation so that I wouldn't catch a cold when I went back to Taipei, where it was damp. I smiled and said, "We can all eat together. If my mother is happy, my grandparents are happy, then of course I'm happy too."
When I first arrived at my hometown in Chiayi, it was a standard traditional courtyard house. There was no cable TV, no computer, no air conditioning, just a vast expanse of golden rice paddies and endless fields. When my mother first came, she endured the pain of losing her husband and asked my grandfather to introduce her to a job at a chicken farm. She did all sorts of manual labor, such as cleaning chicken coops, collecting eggs, and even letting pheasants roam freely. She did manual labor every day, and every time she came home and took a shower, it was very late. I would always get up to wait for my mother and say goodnight to her. This was a habit I had since I was a child in Taipei. My mother never complained to me about her hardships, but I understood her fatigue and often massaged her muscles and bones at night to relieve her stress.
I was just starting high school and getting used to life there. During my teenage years, everyone in my class was passing around adult comics, pornographic films, and adult books. My group of friends, after I got into university, one of them slipped me a book during class, winking and saying, "This book is really nice! Haha, I wish you get into a good university!" I glanced at the title; it was called "Unspeakable Love Affairs," which seemed to be a novel. That night, after finishing the book, I flipped through it out of boredom. Because of life in the countryside, everyone turned off the lights and went to bed early. After massaging my mother's shoulders, she told me not to stay up too late and went to my room to rest alone. I can't break the habit of staying up late in Taipei, so now I go to bed at midnight, but I still get up at 5:30 am to help my grandfather with the fields before rushing to school.
I thought everyone should turn off the lights, so I pulled up a wicker chair and sat under the streetlight outside the courtyard, flipping through the book my friend had given me. After reading the first few chapters, I realized it was an adult book. It aroused my lust and made me incredibly aroused. It contained short stories, all about affairs, or coercion, rape, domination, and intimidation—all sorts of plots. Each story was a separate chapter. After reading the first two chapters, the first was about a secretary being doted on by her boss, and the second was about being drugged and raped. I didn't have a girlfriend in school. In the past few years, I've been focused on my studies and helping with household chores, which has left me with no time for such things. At most, I'd go to a friend's house to watch porn, and then masturbate when no one was around. It wasn't infrequent, but it wasn't a rare occurrence either.
After reading two chapters, my mouth felt dry, my throat felt like it was on fire, and my penis was throbbing in my underwear. I quickly washed my face with cold water to clear my head, then came back to get the book, intending to return it the next day and stop reading. But then the book slipped from my hands and opened. As I bent down to pick it up, I accidentally saw a title that made me sit back down in the wicker chair and continue reading. The story was long, so I'll just quote a section: That winter, I was moaning incessantly in bed, my whole body being fucked by my son's penis, feeling like I was dying and being fucked. And I had been indulging my son's abuse, whether at home where he pinched my breasts and rubbed my buttocks, or on the bus when no one was around, I would masturbate him, terrified of being seen. I shouldn't have given in to my son's demands, shouldn't have let him say he was under too much pressure preparing for exams and needed his mother to rub him until he ejaculated.
I naively thought that as long as I tolerated my son's exam preparations for the past six months, he would stop having inappropriate thoughts about me once he passed the exam and left home. Little did I know I was wrong. First, he masturbated, and then he became bolder and bolder. While helping him masturbate, I also had to comply with his demands. Whether it was wearing a low-cut shirt, super short hot pants, or garter stockings with buckles, in this civilized urban apartment, I actually had this incestuous relationship with my son. In the end, with the big exam approaching, I was forced to perform oral sex and breast sex, lying naked on the bed, letting my son play with and caress me, even in a 69 position, sucking his hot penis, while my most private vulva was licked by my son until it was dripping with lustful fluid.
Thankfully, as a mother, I held onto my last shred of self-respect. I refused to allow any disturbance to my private parts. I begged my son to stop, but he only used exams as an excuse to play these dangerous games with me again and again. The most daring one was in the fitting room of a department store. That day, the clothing store was nearly empty. My son made me wear a modified Chinese cheongsam. The saleswoman next to me even complimented my figure and said my skin was flawless. While I was trying it on in the fitting room, there was a hidden zipper in the back. The saleswoman offered to help me zip it up, but my son volunteered to help, making the saleswoman keep praising me for having such a filial and obedient son. If he knew that my son had pulled out his penis in the fitting room and made me suck and lick it, that my full breasts were being squeezed out of shape in front of the mirror, that my son's penis was pressing against my buttocks and making me sway, and that the secretions on his glans had stained the cheongsam on my buttocks.
Finally, my son ripped open my narrow skirt, which was slit up to my thighs, and made me hold it up with both hands so he could lick from my calves to my thighs. Then he made me straddle the table and buried his head in my genitals, sucking and licking, while his fingers constantly pinched and rubbed my clitoris, making my face flush red. The stimulation inside my vagina made me squeeze my legs together and cling to my son's shoulders, unable to control myself for a long time. My son pressed me against the wall and pressed his penis against my vulva. I twisted my buttocks and hurriedly whispered, "No, you promised me..." Before I could finish the word, my son wrapped his arms around my abdomen and forcefully thrust his penis in from below. My vagina hadn't been penetrated by such a large penis for many years, and now it was being penetrated so deeply that it reached my cervix, causing me to scream in pain. Fortunately, my son covered my mouth and nose in time, and I only managed two muffled sobs before I was panting heavily.
My son first let his penis remain inside my vagina. The sticky flesh gripped his shaft tightly, and this stimulation made it harder and harder, stretching my tender vagina even wider. Hearing my son swallowing behind me, I knew this was the honeypot he had been longing for for half a year. All this time, I could only rely on other methods to please him. Now, my son had seized the opportunity, forcibly penetrating his mother in this changing room. Thinking of this, my eyes reddened, and I wanted to say something, but no words came out. Suddenly, a slapping sound made me turn to look at my son. A burning handprint had landed on my snow-white buttocks. The pain made my brow furrow, and I began to sob, tears welling in my eyes. At this moment, my son began to thrust, and my vagina adapted to his thick, hard penis. With each slapping sound, my sobs gradually turned into muffled groans.
Then my son lifted my buttocks back, making my buttocks stick out high, and my arms couldn't touch the wall at all. I had to bend over and use my fingers to support myself on the floor. The impact of my buttocks made me arch my back and try to hold onto the wall. Just as I was about to touch it, my son pulled me back forcefully, not wanting me to relax. My upper body went up and down like this, and my vagina clenched as well. My son stared at me with a bullying look. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, so I grabbed my son's arms behind my back with both hands. He supported my hips with both hands, and in the mirror, it looked like a V-shape, with his erect penis on the left and my mother in unbearable pain on the right.
For some reason, after fifteen minutes, my shame gradually faded away as the penis struck me, and my body reacted in its most natural, primal way. My vulva was dripping with lustful fluids, and I even let out moans and groans, swaying my hips with my waist. Finally, I was pressed down on the table, and my son twisted his fleshy buttocks and thrust hard at the same time, pulling out his penis and laying me down on the ground. While I was still dizzy, suddenly my chin and lips were held in place by my hands, and my lips were squeezed into a sucking ring by my fingers. As soon as my eyes opened, a penis was forced through my soft, honeyed lips, into my teeth, and into my warm mouth. It slid over my tongue, which was covered with tiny bumps, and I felt a large, soft object in my throat. A stream of very hot, thick white semen shot out. I looked at my son's face.
My son held my head up, his left hand holding my chin steady, his right hand gripping the top of my head. When his penis gradually stopped trembling in my mouth, I heard him let out long, heavy breaths before releasing his hands. My mouth was filled with the pungent smell of his semen and penis. A little semen remained in my mouth, which I spat into a corner, causing me to choke and cough a few times. The air I exhaled from my nose and throat smelled strongly of semen. Then, my son slid his semi-erect penis down my face, the remaining semen on the glans smearing my face with a clear liquid. He then pulled back the foreskin to expose the glans, instructing me to suck it clean. I could only comply. When I got up, the floor was covered in semen, and the semen on the table was still slightly dried. I quickly wiped the semen off my face. My cheongsam, soaked with bodily fluids, had to be hung on the wall. My son then pulled me away by the hand.
After starting university, I thought I could escape this nightmare, but my husband told me to go north and rent an apartment with our son for a few years. He was going on a long voyage to Southeast Asia and wouldn't be able to take care of us. On the day he left, my husband patted our son on the shoulder and told him to take good care of me and not let anything happen to me. Our son said he would definitely "take good care" of his mother. When he said "take good care," he secretly touched my buttocks. I felt helpless and at a loss. Now, a year later in Taipei, I serve my son in bed every night, as if he were my second husband, only a younger, more lustful one. He makes me groan loudly in bed. Unaware neighbors think my husband is giving me multiple orgasms, not knowing it's their own son. With his hard penis, he conquers me, making me his wanton, beautiful mother for his release. By day, I am a mother; by night, I am my son's woman.
This past is too painful to recall. Incest, mother and son committing adultery—my body had already become his woman the first time I helped him ejaculate. The story ends here, and it left a deep shock on me. I was unable to calm down for a long time. I never imagined that incest could be described so vividly. That night, I had a dream where I was the son who had committed adultery, and the mother was the pitiful beauty. I was startled awake at the crack of dawn, drenched in a cold sweat, and my erection just wouldn't subside.
I tiptoed past my mother's room and saw that she was still fast asleep. Because it was hot in the summer, she wasn't covered with a blanket and was lying on a bamboo mat. The old electric fan kept creaking and groaning, masking my footsteps. My mother was wearing a vest and a pair of white cotton briefs with a floral trim around the waist. The vest was a thin white traditional cotton sweater. The cotton threads weren't in the front, but rather on the left and right sides, with four cotton ropes on each side, crisscrossing and pulling each other, so that the two thin pieces of fabric clung to her chest. The breeze from the electric fan made the bottom edge of the vest billow, and the wind blew out from the hem of the sweater over her chest. My mother was lying flat on the bed with her hands at her sides.
I suppressed my burning desire and secretly crouched on the edge of the bed, peeking at my mother's breasts from under her vest. It was already bright outside, and although the light wasn't as clear as at midday, I could still see the base of her southern hemisphere-shaped breasts clearly. I placed my hand on my mother's calf, secretly running my fingers down to her inner thigh, my trembling fingers pressing against her vulva. I leaned closer to get a better look; her plump labia slightly strained against her white panties, forming a small mound. A sniff revealed the pungent scent of her private parts, making my penis throb even more.
I never imagined my mother had such a beautiful figure. Perhaps due to manual labor, her skin was a bit dark, and her hands and feet had calluses, but her figure, free of excess fat, made my eyes widen in disbelief. I gently touched her breasts through the side seams of her bra. Her breasts were full and round, the snow-white skin emitting a faint milky fragrance. I kissed her breasts, pulling down the center of her vest to reveal her burgundy nipples. Seeing her heavy breathing, I assumed she was still asleep. I boldly stuck out my tongue and sucked on her nipples, discovering they had hardened noticeably, turning into purple grapes. I then used both hands to explore her breasts from under her vest, my palms covering them, filling me with inexplicable excitement.
I gently pinched and squeezed, unable to see anything through my vest, only able to imagine. I straddled my mother's waist, my buttocks dangling in the air, looking at the fleshy opening in her panties. I simply pulled out my penis, pressed it down, and slid it along the panties, pressing it against the inside of my mother's bulging mound, forming a position that enveloped my penis. I could feel the temperature inside her fleshy opening through the panties. I gently lifted my vest, making the movements light, and looked at my mother's tender, delicate lips, secretly kissing them, then kissing her jade-like neck, my tongue licking from behind her ear to her right shoulder. My mother's collarbone was very beautiful. At this moment, I suddenly noticed that my mother's brows were deeply furrowed, her breathing became rapid and heavy, and the pear-shaped breasts in my hands kept rising and falling, while her thighs were already bent and clenched. Because her thighs were open, the head of my penis was pressing against the bulging vulva inside her panties. When I squeezed and scraped it upwards, my mother actually let out a soft moan.
Startled, I jumped out of bed and ran back to it, my face flushed. My heart was pounding. I wondered if my mother had already found out but hadn't said anything. I gripped my penis, imagining everything about my mother's body. After only a few strokes, I shuddered and ejaculated all over the wall. I watched the semen slowly drip down, saying nothing. At breakfast, my mother acted as usual, showing no signs of distress. I ate with my head down. When I ran into my mother in the hallway after class, it was awkward. She looked at me strangely, her head lowered, and asked me to come to her room that night; she had something to tell me.
I awaited the scolding that evening, and tremblingly knocked on the door. My mother, dressed casually, appeared and said, "Come and massage my back." I massaged her shoulders, and she demanded an explanation of what had happened that morning. I told her everything while massaging her. She smiled and said, "I've read that book of yours. What if Grandpa sees it on the wicker chair?" She then explained about incest, saying those were just novels and I shouldn't believe them. I nodded vigorously, repeatedly saying yes. After ten minutes of massaging her shoulders, my mother seemed relaxed and drowsy. I kept fiddling with my collar, my eyes fixed on her cleavage, while my lower body involuntarily hardened again.
As my hands grew increasingly restless, I pressed my thumbs against my mother's back, repeatedly squeezing acupoints, causing her to moan softly as she enjoyed my massage. I secretly slipped my four fingers under her armpits, pretending to pinch acupoints, but actually pressing my fingers against the base of her breasts, playfully teasing her side breasts. At first, I only lightly touched them, but seeing that my mother didn't stop me, I became bolder, eventually cupping her breasts in my palms, enjoying the sensation of her nipples against my hands. Just as I was indulging in this, my mother suddenly squeezed her elbows together, preventing me from continuing. Turning her head, her almond-shaped eyes wide, she shouted, "Didn't you say you'd be good? Why are you being naughty again?" I pressed my burning-hot penis against my mother's beautiful back, rested my head on her shoulder, and cried sadly.
My mother turned and hugged me, letting me press my face against her full breasts. She said softly, "What happened? When did my dear son become like this?" I was crying, but the reason was fake. I made up a story, saying, "My father left me when I was in junior high school, and now I'm going north, leaving my mother behind. I miss her so much, and thinking about it made me cry." My mother's brow relaxed, and she patted my back, saying, "Silly child, I'll come back to see you when I have time." Seeing that my mother's mood had improved, I immediately said, "But I'm lonely in Taipei, and my mother is alone here too. I'm worried about her safety. Please promise me you'll take good care of yourself..." At this moment, my mother laughed so hard that she pressed me down on the bed. Her playful face was so cute. My mother stretched out her fair fingers and tickled my waist. I couldn't stand the tickling, so I lifted my mother's legs on the bed and tickled the soles of her feet. My mother twisted and turned from side to side, crying and begging for mercy.
At this moment, I lifted my mother's jade-like legs. Her shorts were incredibly loose, and through the seam, I could see a fleshy slit. My mother seemed to notice my gaze and looked down, discovering her bare vulva, clearly visible to her son. Her face flushed instantly, and she said, "Put your legs down, I won't scratch anymore." I then placed her right leg entirely on my shoulder, my erection rising. My mother stared intently at my bulging shorts. I pressed her thigh against my body, using my shoulder to stabilize it, and braced my right hand on the floor. My mother cried out in alarm, "No...no!" "Don't do something silly, sweetie," I whispered in my mother's ear. "Just give it to me, just once, please." My mother twisted her body, trying to get rid of my struggle. I turned her left leg to the left, making her into a frog-leg position, and pressed my left knee on top of her. I sucked on my mother's delicate lips. My mother's mouth was full of incomprehensible words like "ooh...luh...ooh...oh." No matter how I tried to stick my tongue out, I couldn't get it into her teeth. So I had to let go of her lips and start sucking and licking her earlobe. My mother's face was flushed. She kept pushing my chest with her palms, but she couldn't do anything about my weight pressing down on her.
I'd known my mother a secret before: her ears were incredibly sensitive. When I was little, I'd tickle her earlobes with a feather, and she'd immediately collapse from the tickling. Now, with a breath of warm air and a cool breeze, I licked and explored her soft, fragrant ears inside and out with my tongue, then held them in my mouth, licking them relentlessly with the tip and back of my tongue, while my lips sucked hard on her earlobes. Gradually, my mother's movements slowed. Whether it was my already erect penis squeezing her vulva, or the sensitivity of her earlobes causing her body to tingle, I saw her eyes half-open and hazy, her cherry lips exhaling soft breath. I first opened my mouth to suck on her delicate lips, our tongues entwining as we kissed.
With my left hand, I pulled my mother's shorts, still holding her underwear inside, to the right. I felt her vulva by touch, then grasped the head of my penis and slowly inserted it into her labia. Very slowly, very slowly. I didn't want to tease my mother like in novels, afraid of hurting her if I kissed her too quickly. I went about a third of the way in. My mother looked at me, and I released her lips, whispering in her ear, "Is it okay? If you're afraid of hurting me, let me finish?" My mother hooked her arms around my neck, saying with a hint of annoyance, "I've done whatever you want. You've already teased me like this, what can I say?" Suddenly, I joked, thrusting the remaining two-thirds in forcefully. My mother immediately let out a soft "Ugh..." and, after catching her breath, bit my shoulder, saying, "I told you to go slower, but you wouldn't listen. Yours is so big, and you're so rough, it hurts!"
I kissed my mother again, sealing her cherry-like mouth to stop her from continuing to talk. I started to twist my waist back and forth, moving with the rhythm of my thrusts, from fast to slow, and then from slow to fast, using the nine shallow and one deep techniques from novels, letting my mother's flesh, which had been widowed for many years, steal every moment of passion on this midsummer night. My mother's vulva was already thoroughly wet. I had no other tricks up my sleeve, so just as I was about to ejaculate from the sticky flesh, my mother kissed me and said, "Keep it down, Grandpa and Grandma are next door." It turned out that my thighs were getting stronger and stronger as I thrust, and my mother's thighs were already red from being slapped. I kneaded her breasts with both hands, released my right hand that was pressing down on my mother's right leg, and let her spread her legs. I supported my mother's slender waist and increased the speed of my penis. My mother let out a long series of moans, "Ah...ah...ah...oh...ah." In the last few minutes, my mother bit her lower lip and kept making "hmm...hmm" sounds from deep in her nose. She reached out and held my hands. I opened my hands and intertwined my fingers with my mother's two slender white fingers.
At this moment, my mother arched her body, her beautiful feet wrapped around my waist, crossing and clamping me between them. A stream of warm fluid gushed from her vulva, making her vagina even more slippery. Just then, my glans was tingling with pleasure, and I thrust my hips forward with all my might, reaching deep inside. A stream of hot, thick white fluid spurted out. My mother lifted her chin, looking at the ceiling, her vagina trembling and squeezing my penis. Her voice was muffled, and then her whole body relaxed, collapsing onto the bed. I lay on my mother's face, looking at her sweaty nose and hazy eyes. We shared a long kiss and embraced tenderly until dawn, when I hurriedly left.
Now, studying in Taipei, I opened that novel and laughed, saying it's just a novel; how can incest between mother and son be forced? Meanwhile, my head kept twisting between my legs, listening to the sounds of sucking, and soon another gush of semen was released. I saw my mother stand up, legs spread, revealing her vulva, swallowing the semen, then straddling my thighs. My penis was completely inside her, accompanied by waves of moans. I pinched her buttocks, wondering when my mother would come north again to ease my longing for her.
I was actually working on this until almost midnight and still hadn't finished. Not wanting to waste the three posts allowed per day, I quickly published it when I was about halfway through, planning to finish editing later. It ended up taking an extra hour, and I'm truly sorry everyone. Three hours have passed since I started writing at 10 PM. Thank you for reading, and goodnight everyone.

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