Facing a desperate situation

In
2000, World War II broke out.

The cause of the war is long lost to history. The only thing that can be confirmed is that this war was the most brutal, deadliest, shortest
, and most devastating war in history.

The war lasted only ten days, with countless nuclear bombs exploding on every piece of land, and corpses everywhere.

After the war ended, governments and nations no longer held any meaning, and everyone who survived fought for their lives.

This is the thirteenth year since the end of the nuclear war that destroyed the entire world, and the earth is still shrouded in darkness.

Our whole family was gathered in the kitchen. My mother and I, along with our four children—three daughters and a boy—stood around the counter. My mother
lay naked on the counter, and I stood to her left, gazing at her beautiful body with the children.

Now, the six people in this kitchen are the last six remaining in our world. And soon, the six of us
will be reduced to five, because my mother, the mother of my children, will have to give her life and—her body—so that we can continue to survive
.

My mother lay peacefully on the large chopping board, her snow-white, high breasts rising and falling rhythmically. She was fifty-five years old this year, and apart from being
slightly plump, she was still as beautiful as she had been twenty years ago. Although there were advanced medical conditions before the war, one cannot deny that time has been kind to a beauty like my mother
; the harsh environment had not diminished her beauty.

For thirteen years, this beautiful body has brought me endless joy and given me the strength to keep living.

But today, I am about to take this beautiful and tender body with my own hands… Uncontrollable tears streamed down my face. I looked around blankly at
the dark scenery outside the window, my thoughts racing.

The outbreak of war destroyed human technological achievements and civilized society, and the dust from the nuclear explosions further blocked the sunlight on which life depends,
plunging the earth into a long period of darkness.

Without sunlight, the most direct and severe consequence was the lack of renewable food. After consuming the meager reserves of food and
other edible resources, the survivors of the war began to resort to cannibalism.

Of course I wouldn't be an exception. In fact, if I didn't eat people, someone else would eat me. Besides, there's someone beside me who desperately needs my protection
—my dear mother.

Thanks to my excellent martial arts skills honed through rigorous special forces training and my exceptional intellect, I triumphed in the fierce competition. The reward I received was that my mother and I
survived, and we even had four lovely children.

However, cruel reality is about to take my mother's life. Because the last food source—humans—is gradually disappearing in the process of killing each other,
our family has finally faced the desperate situation of having no food left since a year ago.

There was not a sound in the room; time seemed to stand still—if only time could really stop, I thought bitterly.

My gaze lingered on a pile of white bones in the corner, which once belonged to a beautiful woman, at least two months ago.

The result of cannibalism is that eventually, people won't even be able to eat other people.

Two months ago, after surviving a month of famine, I was fortunate enough to capture a prey (that's what I always call my fellow humans) – a
thirty-year-old white woman.

The woman was very tall, and even though she was emaciated from hunger, she was still very beautiful. She had beautiful blonde hair and long, shapely legs
. She had probably been the pet of some powerful person—which was very likely the only way she had gotten food and survived until now. She was hiding
in a cave, and I think she probably preferred to starve there rather than become someone else's food.

The woman fought desperately against my advances, using all sorts of methods. As I cleaned her up before she died, she wept uncontrollably.

After washing her clean, I placed her on the same cutting board where my mother is now lying. My children, just like they are now, gathered around the cutting board, their eyes gleaming with hunger
. At that moment, the woman knew her fate was inevitable, and with tears in her eyes, she begged me to give her one last orgasm before she died.

I granted her final request and thrust my thick penis inside her. Under the threat of death, the woman reached an unprecedented climax. As her
body trembled and she leaked vaginal fluid, I severed the blood vessel in her throat with the sharp knife in my hand. The woman died in ecstasy. As she exhaled her last breath, I saw her...

His eyes revealed a look of pleasure.

The greatest mercy I can give her is to make her death less painful.

As usual, Mom cooked the woman into a big pot of soup, and we enjoyed two more months of good food. But
neither Mom nor I felt any joy. We both realized that this woman was likely the last prey I could catch, and if we didn't find new food
, it would be our end.

We are in dire straits...

No matter how much food there is, it will eventually run out, let alone two adult men and women and four growing, hungry children.

The two of us adults gave the last of our food to the children, but they had eaten it all five days ago. Now, their once adorable
little faces were lifeless, their eyes shining with hunger. My mother and I were also starving.

I go out hunting every day, but I catch nothing.

Ten days ago, I went out to make one last attempt at hunting. I drove my newest vehicle developed before the war—a flying car—and searched the entire
world for the nth time for every possible place where life might exist.

I've been to mountains, plains, swamps, forests, rivers, and the deep sea... everywhere there has been trace of life, but even with the most advanced equipment,
I haven't found a single sign of life. Without sunlight, no life can survive. All I see are ruins left behind by pre-war civilization. Humanity
created this advanced civilization with its own hands, and then destroyed it with its own hands.

It wasn't until last night that I gave up my last hope. Empty-handed and dejected, I returned home, and looking at
my wife and children who were eagerly waiting for me to bring them food, I was speechless.

My understanding mother didn't ask me about the hunting trip; she just smiled gently as she drew me a bath, then used her beautiful body to comfort
my exhausted body and soul.

I can still clearly remember every detail of what happened last night, and I will never forget it in the years to come when I live on.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw my mother lying on my bed.

My mother smiled at me, opened her legs, and opened the mysterious door to me.

Although my mother and I have always insisted on making love at least once a day for the past thirteen years, even when my mother was pregnant,
I still can't help but feel aroused when I see my mother's beautiful body.

I jumped onto the bed, lay between my mother's legs, and vigorously licked her honeyed lips and her swollen nipple, thirstily drinking in the sweet nectar. At that moment,
my mother also twisted her body and took my large penis into her mouth, gently licking and sucking it.

My mother seemed to be putting in extra effort. Her small mouth, which used to only be able to take in half of my penis, now swallowed the whole thing. The nerves in my glans could clearly
feel the movement of my mother's soft throat.

For some reason, Mom seemed particularly excited. It took me much less time than usual to bring her to her first orgasm through my licking.
I saw Mom's vulva bloom before me, thick semen gushing from her honey pot, accompanied by golden urine—Mom is
not young anymore, and her vaginal muscles are loose, so she has been experiencing urinary incontinence with each orgasm for a long time.

I was engrossed in my work, sucking on my mother's vaginal fluids, when an unexpected surge of semen and urine rushed into my mouth, making me cough repeatedly
. My mother reached out and patted my buttocks twice as an apology, and I returned the gesture by patting her snow-white buttocks twice in return—a sign that it was alright.
When my mother and I were doing 69, we always expressed our feelings in this tacit way.

Actually, I didn't care about my mother's urine at all. I admit it tasted strange the first time I drank it, but after getting used to it, I found that my mother's urine
mixed with her vaginal fluid had a unique flavor. Watching my mother urinate excited me greatly, and sometimes when I had nothing to do, I would even find pleasure in watching her urinate. Because of
this, my mother always drank a lot of water, especially before sex, to satisfy my lust.

This time, Mom must have drunk an excessive amount of water beforehand. Three minutes later, when Mom ejaculated again, a large amount of urine spurted onto my face.

After my mother climaxed twice, I also couldn't resist her oral skills. In order to prolong the intercourse, I reluctantly
pulled my penis out of my mother's mouth. At this moment, I accidentally saw that there were tears in my mother's eyes, but I didn't pay attention to it and thought it was because my mother was too excited.

My mother and I shared a French kiss, embracing each other tightly, eyes meeting, lips pressed together, tongues intertwined, exchanging
saliva and the juices we had just sucked, making muffled, meaningless sounds of pleasure from our throats.

Then I inserted my penis into my mother's vagina and thrust in and out vigorously. My mother's vagina was actually quite loose; due to her age and frequent childbirth, the purplish-black
opening no longer gave me the same tight, pleasurable sensation as before.

In fact, not only her genitals, but also her breasts have become loose, and wrinkles have appeared at the corners of her eyes.

Mom! My 55-year-old mom! She's getting old!!!

This does not diminish my love for my mother. In my eyes, she will always be that beautiful, alluring, and gentle mother, the woman I love most in this life, and
the only woman I will ever love.

I didn't pretend I didn't notice these changes in my mother. Instead, I showed her with an open and accepting attitude that I didn't care about
her physical changes at all. Anything that made her happy was my happiness. Because the love between my mother and me is a true love that transcends time.

I pressed all my strength onto my mother to increase the force of my thrusts. Beneath me, she writhed seductively like a large snake, emitting
wanton moans, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Twenty minutes later, I lay on top of my mother, roaring as I released my seed into her body. My mother trembled beneath me, and we both reached
our climax.

We huddled together like that, Mom's muscles twitching unconsciously as she drifted into a daze. After about a minute, she finally
let out a long sigh.

As soon as Mom woke up, she picked up the teapot on the bedside table and gulped down the tea. I saw that her
abdomen, which had been sunken due to not eating for several days, quickly swelled up again. She must have drunk at least two liters of water this time.

I looked at my mother in surprise, wondering why she was doing this. I had a vague feeling that my mother was acting a little differently than before.

My mother put down the teapot, smiled at me, lowered her head, and took my penis into her mouth. My heartstrings trembled at her smile; this
smile, so different from before, gave me a poignant feeling.

With my mother's persistent sucking, my penis quickly became erect again. I reached out to put my mother on the bed, but she stopped me
.

"Lie down, I'll do it," Mom said. Then, without waiting for my objection, she pushed me down onto the bed and straddled me, thrusting into me.

I watched in surprise as my mother swayed her body up and down. It wasn't that I wasn't used to her initiative, but rather that she had already reached at least six orgasms and
was extremely exhausted. Such vigorous sex was rare for my mother, especially now that she was getting on in years.

My mother straddled me, moaning loudly and lewdly, pleasing me with her whole being.

Then came anal sex... breast sex... another round of passionate lovemaking... When Mom's exhausting and frenzied sex finally came to an end, our bed was
a mess, and the room was filled with the smell of Mom's urine. Even under such circumstances, Mom still forced her tired body to help me take a bath.

"Mom, what's wrong with you today? Why are you working so hard?" I couldn't help but ask my mother in the bathroom.

Mom looked up and gave a weak smile: "Good son, let's talk outside after we've finished washing, okay?"

Just then, my mother stirred beneath me. I looked up at her. She was smiling at me, her smile radiating the glow of a great mother
.

"Why cry? Everyone will have this day. Think about what we said last night!"

After coming out of the bathroom, my mother and I lay side by side on another large bed (we could have as many beds and bedding like these as we wanted, because they
were readily available in abandoned shopping malls). It was already past midnight, but neither of us felt sleepy.

Although I was still incredibly hungry, my mind and body were still basking in the afterglow of my climax. My mother nestled in my arms, and I thought she felt
the same way I did.

Although I felt that my mother's behavior was a bit strange today, I did not urge her to talk about her feelings. If she wanted to talk about it, she would do so herself.

Suddenly, Mom wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long kiss. It wasn't a passionate, fiery kiss, but a gentle, lingering, and tender one, telling a story.

A deep affection and love that no language can express.

At that moment, the Earth stopped rotating.

I don't know how much time passed before we finally parted ways with reluctance.

"Do you remember the first time we made love?" Mom asked softly.

I nodded. How could I forget? That one time I made love, which changed my life.

"The war had just ended then. You were twenty-two, and I was forty-two. You had just returned from the front lines..."

When the war broke out, I was a special forces soldier, and we were ordered to hide in an underground bunker on the front lines, ready to strike at any moment. In the military, I underwent
the most rigorous training, sufficient to handle any of the most dangerous situations that might arise.

But the war unfolded in a way we hadn't anticipated. We never had a chance to engage the enemy before the war ended. When we emerged from our underground military bunkers
, we found only ruins shrouded in darkness. No one was in command, no one was telling us what to do; everything was in chaos. I realized this
situation was all too common.

At that moment, I immediately thought of my mother, a widow living alone in our hometown. I wondered how she was faring in this chaotic and dangerous situation.

My mother is the person I love most in this world. My father died very early, and I have almost no memory of him. But my mother is different. My beautiful and
gentle mother has always been the embodiment of perfection in my heart.

Two years ago, while my mother was taking a shower, I, who had been secretly watching her, suddenly rushed into the bathroom. I began to describe my long-suppressed
feelings of love for her in broken sentences, and then embraced my mother's naked body, begging for sex. My mother was clearly aroused by me, panting as she let me touch every part of her body at will.

However, just as I was about to insert my erect penis into my mother's vagina, she stopped me and sternly kicked me out of the bathroom. A few minutes later,
she came out of the bathroom fully dressed and warned me not to have such thoughts again.

This was the only time in my memory that my mother spoke harshly to me. I was filled with shame. Three days later, my mother enrolled me in the army. From then on, I left my
hometown that had caused me so much pain and never returned. Only in the dead of night, when I dreamt of my mother's photo, would I gaze at it in a daze.

The thought of my mother filled me with worry, but my duty as a soldier wouldn't allow me to leave my post. However, when I discovered two days later that my superior had suddenly resigned without notice
, I didn't hesitate to desert as well.

I stole a car and sped back to my hometown. When I entered the house, two thugs had already stormed into my mother's and my home, preparing to assault
my mother.

"...At that time, I was completely desperate. Those two thugs had already stripped me naked. Just then, you suddenly ran in and shot
them both dead..."

Two gunshots rang out, and in a fit of rage, I shot and killed the two men who were about my age. My mother, naked, threw herself into my arms and burst into tears, her tears soaking
my clothes. I stroked her body to comfort her.

Honestly, even though my mother was naked in my arms, I didn't have a single lewd thought in my mind. Ever since that
shameful incident two years ago, I've kept my love for my mother locked away in my heart, only trying my best to care for her.

But what my mother did next surprised me greatly. When she suddenly struggled out of my arms and took three steps back, I thought that she had calmed down
and remembered what happened two years ago, so she wanted to keep her distance from me.

Who knew that after looking me up and down for a while with tears in her eyes, my mother suddenly squatted down in front of me, reached out and unzipped my pants, took out my big penis
, and then took that thick cock into her mouth with her soft lips.

Blood rushed to my head, and after a brief moment of bewilderment, I immediately began to caress my mother's breasts in response. We quickly became engrossed
in a passionate affair. Without much foreplay, I thrust my penis into my mother's vagina, fulfilling a dream I had held for twenty years.

I felt an unprecedented joy filling every cell of my body.

The first time I made love with my mother, I was incredibly excited. I thrust violently, and my mother moaned softly beneath me. The intense stimulation made me ejaculate quickly, but
I immediately came back again.

"Why are you so good to me, Mom?" In a lull of passion, I could no longer contain my doubts and asked my mother this question.

"Because I love you, son!" Mom answered me with tears in her eyes. "I've loved you for a long time. After you left, I thought about you every day."

"I forced you to join the army because I was afraid that if I saw you again, I wouldn't be able to hold back..." Mom's face flushed, and she couldn't continue.

I was overjoyed. It turned out my mother loved me too; it wasn't just me having a one-sided crush. This wonderful news, told to me by my mother herself, instantly made me feel that life
was full of meaning.

"I love you, Mom!!" I solemnly uttered these words of love while looking into my mother's eyes.

"I love you too, my precious son."

"...Do you remember how many times you ejaculated that day?" Just yesterday, as we lay in bed reminiscing about our first time making love thirteen years ago,
my mother asked me this question.

I racked my brain to recall: "Probably three times! I don't remember very clearly."

"Four times, you ejaculated four times, and I ejaculated five times," Mom said with a smile. "Son, you're amazing! You ejaculated four times in a row. If I hadn't
told you to stop, you probably would have continued..."

"Mom, I've never asked you why you wouldn't let me have sex with you before I joined the army, but now you're so eager to do it with me as soon as I get back from the front lines
?"

Mom was silent for a while.

"It was because of the war. I regretted it so much back then... why didn't I give myself to you... why did I force you to join the army... as a result, I was terrified every day
... afraid of receiving bad news from you..."

"So many people died in the war, I didn't even know if I'd survived... Seeing all the dead around me, I thought, if
I died before you understood my feelings, you might live with a guilty conscience for the rest of your life..."

"We might die any day anyway... so why should we avoid the sweetness of love because we're afraid of societal pressures?"

Mom spoke haltingly.

"Having such a great, responsible, and gentle son and...husband as you is the greatest happiness of my life," my mother
said firmly, looking into my eyes as she nestled in my arms.

I hugged my mother tightly, moved, and she hugged me back.

"I love you mom!"

"I love you too, my son."

Thirteen years later, I once again uttered the same words of love to my mother. My heart has not changed since thirteen years ago. If I had to say what
has changed, I can only say that my love has become deeper and more refined after thirteen years of accumulation.

"I will never regret loving you, Mom!"

"Me too, son."

Thinking of the sweet words whispered at midnight, my tears flowed even more fiercely.

Mom leaned up from the cutting board and hugged my neck: "Good son, you are a strong man, and you have to set an example for the children!
Have you forgotten what we talked about tonight? Your burden is much heavier than mine, don't cry anymore, okay?" Mom comforted me gently as always.

What we said last night... "Is there no more food?"

Half an hour had passed since my mother and I had been exchanging heartfelt confessions. We had been cuddling together like this the whole time. Just then, my mother suddenly asked about
food, which instantly broke the spell of forgetting the pain of love and pulled me back to reality.

I sighed. "I'll go out and look again tomorrow."

That being said, I've utterly given up hope of finding food. Where else can I look? I've searched
the entire world except for Hell.

"Can you find it?"

I shook my head.

"Let's do our best and leave the rest to fate!"

"We can't wait any longer. The children have been hungry for five days. If this continues, they won't make it to the day after tomorrow," my mother said worriedly. But I knew
she had gone hungry the longest, because she had saved the last bit of food for me and the children, explaining that I needed to eat well to have the strength for hunting, while the children were still
growing.

"I can't do anything about it! I'm not a god who can conjure up food," I cried out anxiously.

"I have a way!"

My mother suddenly said something that shocked me greatly.

"You have a way, Mom? Did you store some food before? Or..." I was so happy I couldn't speak. Mom had food! This
news thrilled me. Food meant we could survive.

My mother wasn't as happy as I was; she just looked at me and smiled.

"What is this? Is it leftover cured meat? I remember we ate it all a long time ago?"

As I asked that question, I felt my mother's soft body in my arms suddenly tense up. She left my embrace and climbed down to sit opposite me.

"It's not cured meat, it's fresh meat, it's a living person, a woman."

"A living woman? Ah, is it the one you caught while I was away from home these past few days? I never imagined there would still be a living woman. Mother,
is that why you're so happy today? It's wonderful, a living woman."

In my experience, women taste much better than men; they're not only more fatty and tender, but also incredibly flavorful. It's so good to be a living woman! No wonder Mom
was so excited in bed.

"Not bad! A living woman, 169 cm tall, 59 kg, with measurements of 98-58-97. Everything is fine, except she's a bit old
."

These numbers are a bit strange; they seem to belong to someone I know very well.

I looked at my mother with a mixture of surprise and doubt.

"Where is she? Take me to see her."

"Right in front of you, child," the mother said expressionlessly, "it's me."

It's Mom! That so-called woman is Mom herself! Mom actually wants to eat herself!

I jumped up: "No, I don't agree with this ridiculous suggestion! Oh, Mom, please don't even think about it!"

"This is the only way, the only method, to save your lives."

"What's the point of my life? What's the point of my life without you?"

"You are my husband and son, the head of the family, and a rational person. Now please let me finish what I have to say."

"Your life doesn't just belong to yourself. Right now, there are only six of us left on Earth. But we should do everything we can to
continue life, not just for ourselves, but also for the planet. Of course, I don't want to leave you. God knows how much I don't want to leave you, but for the sake of life's
continuation, I have no other choice but to do this."

I know that my mother is extremely persistent in her pursuit of life. She has told me many times that when her daughters are a little older, she wants me to have sex with them to continue the family line,
and the more children the better.

"We could kill one of the children..." I said hesitantly. I truly loved my four children so much; I would give my life for them.
But Mom... "Please, please don't think like that. It makes me, as a mother, so sad... Eating the children is far worse than eating me. I'm old
, I've lost my fertility... My strength and health are failing, I'm useless... Besides, I have the most flesh..."

Tears streamed down my mother's face like a river, and she threw herself into my arms, sobbing.

"I...I can't watch you...watch you and the children die...Let me...let me die first...let you bear this cruel nightmare
...you are a strong man...let me...let me die first..."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I pressed my face against my mother's. Our tears mingled and dripped onto the snow-white sheets.

Now, my mother lies on that large chopping board, specially made for processing prey, and I am about to kill the woman I love most in my life—
my mother.

After a heated argument, my mother even threatened suicide to force me to agree to her proposed solution, and the time for the procedure was set for
8 p.m. tonight, which is dinner time.

In fact, this is currently the best solution.

I am the head of the household and the only adult male. Hunting and managing the household are both indispensable, and I am also responsible for impregnating my daughter. The children are all
still young and very young.

My mother is too old to have children, and she consumes a lot of food. In addition, and most importantly, she is the meatiest
person in the family besides me. All these facts show that treating my mother as food is the most efficient way to get through the current difficulties.

In reality, reason compelled me to agree to my mother's request, but my emotions prevented me from holding back my tears.

My mother kissed my face and licked away my tears with her tongue: "Don't cry, good baby, don't cry! You're so big now, it's ugly to cry like this!"

But it wasn't just me; my mother's four children and I were all in tears. They were told the news when they woke up this morning, and ever since then...

Their tears never stopped. The thought of their loving mother leaving them was heartbreaking for every child, just like mine.

But Mom told us she wanted to see us happy before she died. To avoid making her even more upset, we all forced
smiles.

From this morning until now, the whole family has been in a state of extreme grief.

To allow my mother and me to spend more time together, the children thoughtfully took over all the chores. They worked very hard to tidy up the room,
wash the cutting board, and clean all the cooking utensils.

My mom and I stayed in the house. She was busy preparing dinner and cleaning herself up.

"I want to etch my most beautiful self into your memory, so you won't forget me," Mom said jokingly.

My mother takes a bath every hour and a half. I see that in addition to washing her body, she also uses a brush to remove the dead skin cells from her skin and applies
a fragrant moisturizing cream.

"Why do you do this?" Even though I knew what my mother's answer would be, I couldn't help but ask.

"This is so the children can eat the freshest meat!" the mother said. "I always want to love them a little more before they die, poor little ones, they won't have a mother anymore
."

I was speechless. Even at a time like this, my mother was still thinking only of her child. It's true what they say about the hearts of parents everywhere.

To cleanse her body of impurities, my mother asked me to help her with an enema, which was a cruel ordeal for both of us.

An enema is a necessary procedure before processing the prey. In the past, especially for female prey, I personally performed the enemas.
For the person receiving the enema, the anus wanted to defecate but couldn't, and there was a burning pain—it was truly torture. Frankly, I thoroughly enjoyed
this work because I derived a sadistic pleasure from it.

But giving my mother an enema… I thought of her anus, a large black hole in the middle of her dark chrysanthemum, where the muscles were not only relaxed but she also
suffered from rectal prolapse. This was because, out of a desire to satisfy my sexual desires and give me greater pleasure, my mother willingly offered me her anus as a virgin, demanding that
I continuously develop it to compensate for the looseness of her vagina. And I selfishly agreed to her request, completely disregarding her physical condition,
frequently inserting my large penis into her anus, enjoying the tight sensation.

Now, seeing my mother's anus, I understand even more deeply how deep her love for me is. It's like the poem, "I grow thinner and
thinner, yet I have no regrets, for I am wasting away for her sake," a selfless and completely altruistic love. My mother loves me with her whole being, without a single impurity.

To give my mother an enema, which I had already ravaged, and with the purpose of the enema being to make the flesh of this poor anus even more delicious, I held
the enema syringe and refused to insert it into my mother's body. In the end, my mother would impatiently slap her own buttocks before I would reluctantly give her an enema,
and I would do so very gently.

But Mom was still in so much pain that she was covered in cold sweat. I hugged her tightly, feeling sorry for her. She forced a smile and comforted me, saying, "It's okay. Sweating more
will help expel the dirt from your pores."

My mother kept drinking large amounts of water, which was also to try to remove impurities from her body. I remembered that my mother also drank a lot of water when we made love,
and I realized that my mother had already been thinking about sacrificing herself.

Before I knew it, the children had all huddled around my mother and me, crying their eyes out. My mother lovingly stroked each of their little heads, comforting them.

Our youngest child, Xiaoming, who is also my mother's only son, cried and hugged his mother's body.

"Mommy! I don't want to eat you, please don't die!"

The mother smiled kindly: "Don't be like that, Xiaoming! Mommy doesn't want to leave you either. Even though Mommy isn't by your side, Mommy will be
watching over you from heaven!"

"You are my precious children. Having you is the happiest thing in my life! Do you know that?"

"Don't forget what we said at noon! If you really love Mommy, have many more babies in the future. Even in heaven, Mommy
will be very happy!"

"You must work as hard as you did at noon, and give birth to more babies for Mom, Dad, and your brother. That would be the greatest comfort to Mom!"

At noon, Mom asked all the children to stop working and come to our bedroom.

When the children arrived, the mother also took off all her clothes.

"Mom, what are you doing? Do you want to stand in front of the children without clothes on?" I asked curiously.

Although we are a loving couple who make love every day, Mom and I always dress neatly in front of our children because Mom believes it's
good for their development.

The children soon came in, and when they saw their naked mother, they all looked surprised, but wisely remained silent.

The mother lay naked on the bed and ordered the children, "Now all of you take off your clothes."

The children did as their mother instructed.

I looked at my children, especially my three daughters.

I never imagined my daughters would develop so well. My eldest daughter, Xiaoping, at twelve, is already a full-grown young woman, with a slender figure and a small
but full bust, sparsely covered with soft, light brown pubic hair on her pink mons pubis. My second daughter, Xiaoli, and my youngest daughter,
Xiaoqing, are twins, a year younger than Xiaoping, but they also have clearly defined breasts. All three daughters are equally delicate, and their faces show adorable shy expressions after they take off their clothes
.

My son, Xiaoming, is only nine years old this year and his body is not fully developed yet, but I noticed that after seeing his mother and sisters' naked bodies, his little penis became noticeably
erect.

The mother asked Xiaoming to sit on the bed next to her, while the other children gathered around the bed.

The mother held Xiaoming's hand, looking at her children with a serious expression: "My children, there are some things I should have told you when you were older,
but I can't wait that day. So now I'll let you understand what it means to be a woman and what your future tasks are."

The mother placed Xiaoming's hand on her chest: "This is your breast. When a woman has a child, there will be very sweet milk here, which babies
love to drink. However, even your father often drinks from it."

Xiao Ming touched the pair of large breasts with awe.

"Mom, why are your breasts so big, but my sister's breasts are so small?" Xiaoming asked curiously.

"What, did you touch my sister's breasts?"

"I...I...sometimes I would sneak up on them while they were sleeping..."

Even in such a sad atmosphere, my mother and I couldn't help but smile.

The daughters all snorted in dissatisfaction, with the eldest daughter, Xiaoli, muttering under her breath, "You little pervert!"

"This child looks exactly like you when you were little!" my mother said to me with a smile.

The mother's hand guided Xiaoming's hand, continuing to stroke downwards, and soon they reached that sacred honey spot.

"Hey! Mom! Why do you have a hole down there, but I have a little stick growing out here?"

"Xiaoming, this is the difference between being a woman and a man. What a man has here is called a penis, and what a woman has here is called a vagina. You see, one is a stick,
and the other is a hole..."

"Ah! I know, isn't it that men are supposed to... what was it again?... Oh! Penis, to insert their penis into a woman's vagina?"

"Xiao Ming is so smart, he's right. Inserting a man's penis into a vagina is called having sex, and only through having sex can a baby be born."

"Give birth to a baby? Mom, did Dad put his penis into your vagina and that's why you gave birth to me?"

I snapped angrily from the side, "Why is the child asking so many questions?"

My mother glared at me with displeasure, then continued to teach the children in a gentle and kind manner.

"Look, these are the labia majora... these are the labia minora... this is the vaginal opening... this is the vagina..."

The mother herself spread her thick labia majora to show the children, and gestured for Xiaoming to touch his vulva with his hand: "Come on... put your finger in...
Ah!... Okay, like that... Ah..."

Xiao Ming's index and middle fingers probed into his mother's vagina, scratching and probing inside. His mother's body writhed gently with the movement of Xiao Ming's fingers, and she let out soft
moans. His daughters blushed.

"Xiaoming, did you feel anything?"

"Oh my! Mommy's inside is moving!" Xiao Ming exclaimed excitedly, and at the same time, his tiny little penis grew bigger.

Soon, fragrant nectar seeped out from the honeypot, and Xiaoming's entire palm became wet.

"So much water!"

The mother held Xiaoming's penis: "Xiaoming, look! Put this thing that can get bigger into a woman's vagina, and then thrust in and out, and it will ejaculate
semen, that white stuff that looks like milk, and that can make a woman pregnant."

"But Mom, what is milk?" It's pitiful. In the time when Xiaoming was born, there were no cows at all; all the animals had died out long ago.

After thinking for a moment, Mom took Xiaoming's tender little penis into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out as she intently sucked on Xiaoming's penis, and Xiaoming's
face showed an expression of ecstasy.

Soon, Xiaoming's body trembled, and a small amount of very thick semen shot out from his penis. All the children looked at this thing they had never seen before with curiosity
.

"Oh my! I never expected something like this to come out here!"

"This is semen," the mother told her children. "My darlings, you must always remember that no matter what, you must let the man
ejaculate this white semen into your vagina. Only then will you be able to give birth to a baby."

"Next, your fathers and I will each guide you on how to make love! I'll teach Xiaoming, and your fathers will teach the girls how to make love."
My mother suddenly announced what she was going to do, much to my surprise.

I looked at my mother in surprise. She actually asked me to have sex with my daughters!

My mother looked at me encouragingly: "Go ahead! Teach our daughter how to make love!"

"But, Mom... I..."

"There's no time, children! We need to teach them how to grow up quickly so they can give birth to the next generation."

As my mother spoke, she unbuckled my belt, and I cooperated by taking off my own clothes.

"Your father and I are teaching you now that you must understand your own bodies and seize every opportunity to get pregnant, because only by giving birth
to many, many babies can we avoid extinction!"

When I stood naked in front of my daughters, I heard them gasp in surprise. Indeed, my enormous, 19-centimeter-long erect penis
was sometimes too much even for my mother's vagina, which had given birth to five children; how could three underage girls possibly withstand it!

The mother keenly sensed her daughters' unease: "Don't worry, children, there's no penis that no woman can't accept. As long as you feel it with your heart
, you'll definitely experience incredibly wonderful pleasure."

Xiaoping bravely stepped forward to me first: "Dad, please give me your guidance!"

I gently picked up Xiaoping and placed her on the bed. When our naked skin touched, Xiaoping let out a soft cry, her body burning hot.

I pressed my lips to Xiaoping's soft red lips and probed my tongue inside. Xiaoping responded to my kiss awkwardly, but quickly became more skilled. At the same time,
my restless hands roamed up and down Xiaoping's body, finally stopping at her clitoris.

From her delicate, petal-like lips flowed the nectar of a virgin, and I couldn't resist using my mouth to catch it, my tongue licking the girl's pink buds.

"Ah...ah...it hurts...it's so itchy...Daddy...it's so itchy inside..."

"It's alright, my dear daughter," the mother, who had been waiting by her side, said with a smile, "This is a good thing! It's a sign of excitement!"

While comforting Xiaoping, Mom kept a close eye on her. When she saw that Xiaoping's eyes were glazed over and her legs were curling up, she gently
tapped me and said, "You can go in now! Be slow and gentle!"

I held my penis, aimed it at Xiaoping's vagina, and slowly inserted it. But the opening was too small; only the head of my penis went in halfway before Xiaoping
cried out in pain, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

"Should we just forget about it? The child is still so young!" I stopped and said to my mother. It's really asking too much of such a young child to accommodate an adult man's huge penis.

While lovingly wiping the sweat from Xiaoping's body, Mom firmly rejected my suggestion: "No, we must teach the children." She then
comforted Xiaoping, "It's okay, sweetie, it just hurts a little at first, it'll be fine in a bit."

With her mother's reassurance, Xiaoping mustered her courage again and said to me, "Dad! Please continue! Don't worry about me!"

With a determined effort, I thrust my enormous penis into Xiaoping's vagina.

Xiaoping let out a very loud scream.

After a brief pause, I began to slowly sway the giant rod from side to side. Xiaoping's expression gradually changed from pain to pleasure, and she began
to moan again, but this time it was a blissful, pleasurable moan.

Seeing their sister's happy expression, the other two daughters, Xiaoqing and Xiaoli, also touched their own lower bodies, eager to try it out.

The mother then turned to instruct Xiaoming attentively. Although Xiaoming's penis was pitifully small, his mother used great patience to help him experience the allure of women
, and Xiaoming ejaculated again.

Xiaoping also released her vaginal fluids under my caresses, but I did not ejaculate. Seeing that I only had an even bigger penis, Xiaoqing took over
the task that Xiaoping had not completed.

Finally, I ejaculated inside Xiaoli's vagina. All three daughters were exhausted but also extremely excited.

After everything was over, the mother said to her daughters, "My dear daughters, you must keep making love with your father and brother like you did today, and have children.
That way, I can rest in peace in heaven."

This was the last lesson my mother taught her child.

The children did not listen to their mother and stop crying, and I saw her brows furrow with helplessness.

Just then, it suddenly occurred to me that I couldn't cry anymore. I couldn't let my mother worry about me anymore. Actually, if we're talking about pain, the
one who should be suffering the most is my mother. But she's been forcing a smile so as not to make us sad. How could I let her down?

I fought back tears and pulled the children away from their mother, saying, "Mommy, I won't cry anymore."

Mom smiled with relief and lay back down on the cutting board.

"Let's do it!" she said in a very calm tone.

I looked at my mother in front of me. She had meticulously made herself look her most beautiful, as if she were welcoming death as if it were a grand celebration
.

I gently stroked my mother's pristine body. Her snow-white, delicate skin was accentuated by the long, dark hair beneath her body,
radiating a soft glow under the lamplight.

From the moment I chased the tired children out of the bedroom until six o'clock, my mother and I had been making love passionately, each trying to bring the other to
orgasm.

I have never experienced lovemaking that was both painful and sweet, both sad and exciting. The physical pleasure only highlighted the inner pain. We reached our
climax with tears in our eyes.

At six o'clock sharp, my mother kicked me out of the bedroom, saying she needed to be alone.

At 7:30 sharp, Mom came out of the bedroom carrying five boxes—her last gifts for me and the children. She handed the boxes to me, instructing
me not to open them until everything was finished.

My mother looked absolutely beautiful; she had taken a final bath and applied her makeup very carefully.

This wasn't makeup in the usual sense. Mom didn't wear rouge, lipstick, or perfume because these things
are harmful to the human body, even as food. Mom wouldn't let us feel even the slightest discomfort.

My mother applied a layer of colorless nail polish very evenly to her freshly manicured fingernails and toenails, making the nails look very beautiful.

The skin was also very smooth, not only after countless washes, but all the hair on the body except for the head hair had been removed. Mom also soaked
the calluses on the palms and soles of the feet in medicine to soften and remove them.

She was wearing a pair of very sexy open-toe strappy high-heeled sandals, because for the sake of the treatment, everyone being treated had to wear shoes that wouldn't easily come off
.

After giving each of us a kiss, Mom resolutely went to the kitchen.

I gently kissed my mother's entire body, leaving no part of her skin untouched. Then I gently took her delicate hand in mine and
handcuffed it with the rings embedded in the cutting board, followed by her other hand, her feet, and her supple waist—all to prevent the prey I was about to process from struggling. Struggling would not only make the kitchen messy but also
intensify the prey's suffering.

This was the final preparation for handling the prey; the rest of the work was done by Mom herself, and she did it very carefully and meticulously.

How can anyone truly understand the feelings of someone who knows they are about to die and tries to make their death as quick and painless as possible?!

I looked at my mother and asked, "Mom!...Do you...is there anything else you want to say?"

My mother looked at me, thought for a moment, and asked, "Do I look clean? I've always been the one dealing with other people; I wonder if this is the first time I've dealt with myself."

Is there anything else that was overlooked?

I nodded: "You're always the cleanest, Mom!"

"Do I look beautiful?"

"You will always be the most beautiful, Mom!"

"Don't you look old?"

I shook my head firmly.

Mom smiled happily: "Then I'm relieved!"

"Come on!" she whispered, closing her eyes.

I picked up the sharp knife that I had been keeping by my side. "Goodbye! My love!" The knife sliced across my mother's long, white neck.

I turned my head away.

With a single, decisive cut, the carotid artery in Mom's neck was severed, and blood gushed from a gash the size of a mouth. Mom's body convulsed, but a
serene smile graced her face, as if she were not in any pain.

I threw down the knife, buried my face in my mother's chest, and burst into tears.

As my mother's body gradually cooled, my heart also plummeted into an icy hell.

My mother died just like that, at the hands of the man she loved so deeply—her son. From now on, I will never see my loving mother again, and no matter what, I
will never forgive myself for the sin I committed against love.

I pulled a steel ring on the cutting board, and the flat cutting board flipped up, turning my mother's body upside down. All the blood in my mother's body quickly
flowed into a large basin directly below.

(Author's note: Readers who have been waiting for this moment will be disappointed, as this is not a BDSM-themed novel, and the plot does not allow for extensive
surreal and abusive descriptions here. Furthermore, in daily life, animals intended for consumption should generally be processed quickly and bled thoroughly, otherwise the remaining blood will severely
affect the food's effectiveness.) For the next hour or so, I was like a walking corpse, mechanically performing the tasks of processing my mother's body.

After draining the blood from my mother's body, I put it back on the cutting board. I used a knife to cut open her abdomen, removed her internal organs, hooked her high heels, and hung her
body upside down to clean, disassemble, and cook... The children also silently accompanied me as I did these tasks.

Two hours later, my children and I enjoyed delicious meat soup for the first time in two months.

At first, no one was willing to even try it, but if that were the case, it would mean that Mom's sacrifice would have been in vain.

With tears streaming down my face, I finished the soup in front of me in one gulp, then took my mother's hair and nails—the only remaining parts of her body—and returned to my
room.

I lay face down on the bed, inhaling the lingering scent of my mother. Yesterday, my mother and I spent a wonderful time together, but today we are separated by death.

Just then, I suddenly remembered the last gift my mother had left me, and I quickly got up and opened the gift box on the table.

Upon opening the gift box, the first thing I saw was a letter, with my mother's beautiful handwriting on the envelope:

"To my dearest one!" Below the letter was a garment that looked like it was hand-woven.

I carefully opened the envelope, inside was a plain white letter with my mother's neat and skillful handwriting.

I love it!

By the time you read this letter, I will no longer be alive.

The thought of saying goodbye to you forever is like my heart is being torn apart.

But I don't regret making that decision.

Why regret it?

In my life, I have both the best man and the best son. He is gentle and considerate, loyal and devoted, strong and intelligent, and
I also have four children with this man.

I have possessed the greatest happiness a woman can have, and I can die without regrets.

If conditions allowed, I would truly like to grow old with you, but reality is just that cruel.

I remember telling you a short story I read in a book when you were little:

A herd of antelopes was being chased by hunters and ended up on a cliff. If they could jump over the cliff, the other side would be a way out, but the cliff was too wide,
and even the most agile antelopes could not leap across it in one bound.

The antelopes were cornered, with a bottomless abyss in front of them and deadly hunting guns behind them. The antelope herd was facing extinction. The hunters surrounded them triumphantly,
ready to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Just then, the antelopes quickly split into two groups, one group consisting of the elderly and the other of the young and strong, but the two groups were exactly equal in size.

An older antelope began to sprint towards the cliff, while a younger antelope followed closely behind, also accelerating. The two antelopes were on the cliff...

Both antelopes leaped up together, the younger one stepping onto the older one's back, gaining another chance to exert force and successfully landing on the opposite cliff, while the older
antelope plunged more quickly into the abyss and died.

The other antelopes followed suit, with the older ones willingly sacrificing themselves to save the younger, stronger ones.

In this way, although half of the antelopes died, the seeds of survival were preserved.

The hunters could only stare in disbelief as the herd of antelopes disappeared into the distance.

I often think about what I would do if we were faced with such a desperate situation.

Now that we've reached this desperate situation, I've considered it carefully before choosing this method, which is also the method the old antelope chose.

If we don't act this way and instead selfishly only want to survive, humanity will also become extinct, and we would be the greatest sinners to destroy humankind.

I cannot bear such a reputation, and I cannot let the man I love become such a sinner for all time.

If my actions have saddened you, please don't blame me. And please, live well and shoulder the responsibility of raising our child. I
'm simply ending this; your task is far more demanding than mine, but I believe my man can shoulder this responsibility and complete this task.

Finally, I want to give you a gift! This is a pair of underwear I knitted for you using the pubic hair I've grown over the past thirteen years—yes, since the day we got married—
because you praised my pubic hair that day for being so fine, black, soft, and beautiful… I originally wanted to knit you a vest as a fifteenth wedding
anniversary gift… but time couldn't wait… Wear this! That way, I'll feel like I'm with you every moment… the most intimate contact that only we two
can have when we're alone… God knows how much I don't want to leave you!!!

No one could ever love you more than I do... but I have to say goodbye!

"A kiss to your mother today." Tears streamed down my face and dripped onto the letter.

I put down the letter and took out the panties my mother had knitted by hand from the box. My mother used her black and soft pubic hair to knit the panties,
first twisting the fine hairs into threads, and then carefully knitting them into a pair of panties.

She collected pubic hair for thirteen years, just because of one sentence I said. What kind of love would drive a mother to do such a thing?

A loving mother's thread, a traveler's clothes.

Holding the mementos left to me by my mother, I raised my head and roared angrily at the sky.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." In the blink of an eye, another twenty years have passed, and now I am an
old man who has weathered many storms.

On the anniversary of my mother's death, I brought all my children and grandchildren to her grave again, where her remains are buried—
remains that were truly retrieved from the soup.

My mother's grave is built on a scenic hillside, and below the hill is the new home I built for my children.

I sat in front of the grave, gently stroking the tombstone, just as I used to caress my mother's skin.

"My love, I've brought the children to see you."

Xiaoping gave birth to her eighteenth child two days ago and is still in her postpartum period, so she can't come to see you. All the other children are here. I don't know how many there are in total
, probably two or three hundred, big and small… all born to me and my daughters, all thanks to you. These children are now having babies… But
Xiaoming isn't here; we disposed of him too because there was no food… But then the sky turned blue, plants grew again, and we obtained
animal embryos preserved before the war from the lab. Animals appeared again… Although the world is still desolate… it's gradually getting better… The underwear you left me, I
wear every day, never washing it, because it smells like you… even when we make love, I keep it beside me… You said your death and my survival were both
missions… You've completed your mission, but left me all alone in this world… My mission is finally complete too… even if it isn't…
I can't wait any longer… I love you! I'm here with you... You won't be all alone anymore... I won't be all alone anymore either... I picked up
the knife that had cut my mother's throat twenty years ago and severed my own carotid artery. Blood gushed out, but I felt no pain, only a sense of relief.

Through the haze, I saw my mother; she was still so beautiful and gentle. My mother and I hugged each other tightly… A tour group was standing
on a picturesque hillside, listening to the tour guide’s explanation.

"...What you see now is the mausoleum where our common ancestors of humanity in the new century are buried together. I'm sure you all know their
story from history textbooks... To continue the seed of life..." At the highest point of the hillside stands a magnificently decorated mausoleum, with four large characters inscribed on the tombstone in front of it:

In front of the tombstone of the "first human ancestor," in a box made of transparent alloy, lies a pair of underwear woven from pubic hair.

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