Good time for rural plowing and fertilizing fields

My mother, in her thirties, about 1.6 meters tall, is very dignified. People in the village say she always looks several years younger than her actual age. I never thought of that before, but now, as I slowly count the women in the village, I realize my mother is definitely quite beautiful.
Because she worked in Guangdong when she was young, she's experienced a lot, and she always looks younger than the average village girl. When she stands with a group of other country women, you can see her extraordinary beauty. She's not glamorous, but she naturally attracts men's attention. Perhaps it's because she lived in Guangdong, which has made her more open-minded, and she knows how to dress a little. So, I feel very comfortable with her. I especially enjoy talking to her and being with her.

That night, as usual, I climbed into bed at the appointed time, but I couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

"Harder, can you handle it?"

"Of course! I'll fuck you until you cry!" That damned Erniu and that girl's voices kept echoing in my ears, stirring my heart. I really wished that woman had said those words to me, and the feeling of that woman's breasts when my mother hugged me afterwards made my heart race even more. Lost in thought, I lost track of time; I only knew it was very late and I still couldn't fall asleep.

The next day, I didn't know what time it was either; I just opened my eyes, saw it was daytime, and went back to sleep, lingering in bed. I hadn't slept well the night before, and I was so tired I just stayed in bed, but I wasn't fully asleep. After a while, I heard footsteps. I knew someone had entered my room; it was undoubtedly my mother. Of

course, I knew someone had come in, but I pretended to be asleep and didn't notice, only peeking through a crack to see what my mother was going to do.

My mother pulled back my mosquito net, and I saw her mouth open but she didn't make a sound. I continued to pretend to be fast asleep, and my mother seemed reluctant to wake her child in her deep sleep.

Summers here are very hot, so we don't need any sheets at night, and I've long been used to sleeping on the mat in just my underwear. I'm sure my mother has seen me sleeping in my underwear countless times.

But today, Mother watched me from my bedside for so long. Could it be that yesterday's events have changed her mind?

"You little rascal, it's already 12 o'clock, and you're still not awake," Mother muttered to herself, then sat down beside my bed. Mother gently stroked my hair, then ran her hand across my face, lingering for a while on my slightly muscular chest, before stroking my lower abdomen. I felt a little ticklish, but I resisted.

Mother's hand lingered on my lower abdomen for a long time, and I thought she had stopped, but I was wrong. Her hand continued to move downwards. Mother's little hand even tentatively explored my little brother through my underwear. Mother's hand was very gentle, like lovingly cuddling a precious treasure, and I felt wonderful. I really liked this feeling, so I preferred to pretend to be asleep like a dead pig to experience it more.

I pretended to be asleep and not awake, but that unruly little penis made no attempt to hide itself. As soon as Mother's hand touched it, it proudly rebelled, forgetting who its master was.

I felt that my usually soft, fluffy little bird had transformed into a penis. My mother's hand lingered on it, not withdrawing for a long time, making me incredibly itchy and uncomfortable.

"So big already, what a young man!" my mother murmured to herself, clearly unaware that I was faking it.

She kept touching it, making my little penis itch unbearably, and my discomfort was unbearable. Her hand, however, seemed glued to my underwear, never leaving for a second.

Just as I was thinking of how to "rescue" myself, my anus muscles tensed. "Pfft~~~~~" A loud fart. This loud fart startled my mother half to death. Not only was her hand jolted back, but she also practically flew out of the house.

I was somewhat grateful for the loud fart, because it had somewhat "rescued" me from the embarrassment of being unbearably itchy; but I hated it even more, because my mother's touch felt incredibly good.

During dinner, Mother sat across from me at the small table. Her gaze towards me changed drastically, filled with admiration for her son. I, however, kept my head down, unable to meet her eyes, because I felt guilty. Yes, I also wanted to touch her breasts, her genitals, even kiss or bite her while she slept.

I know this is somewhat wicked, but I couldn't help thinking it. I just didn't realize it then. Now, looking back—Mother's place in my heart had silently changed. She was no longer just my mother, but my sexual object. Not just a sexual object, but the feeling between us was incomparable, transcending all strong forces.

I understand, this is the Oedipus complex, and Mother felt the same way; her love for her son had also been elevated, the Oedipus complex deeply ingrained in her heart. It was only a matter of time before sparks flew between us, and the conditions were right.

From that time on, I eagerly awaited the opportunity to love my mother and longed to share the joy deep in the cornfield with her.

Part
2

: When I returned to school, my heart was still restless. I began to study women, even going so far as to read several chapters of my biology textbook. The woman's body was so mysterious and alluring.

In class, I started eyeing the girls. Those who were prettier couldn't escape my searching gaze, especially those with large, prominent breasts—they became my favorites. But no matter how I looked at them, they were still just girls, underdeveloped. Compared to my mother, I wanted to say: Look at your two "little steamed buns"! So small and dry! How can you face people?

My mother might have been a little steamed bun when she was the same age as these girls, but I didn't see it. I only knew that what I saw in my mother now were two very large cakes. Although I hadn't tasted them, I knew they were delicious.

Thinking of my mother, I lose interest in the girls I meet. Although the countryside is poor, having such a beautiful woman like my mother by my side brings me a different kind of happiness.

My feelings for my mother have quietly changed so much, and I often think back to my childhood with her. What

I cherish most and am most proud of is my mother's breast milk. I was an only child, and my father wasn't home, so besides doing farm work, my mother devoted a lot of energy to me. I remember how much she loved me; she breastfed me from the time I could remember.

I remember when I was four or five, my mother started teaching me to count to one, two, three, and later to addition and subtraction. At first, I would study with my mother inside the house, but as soon as I heard the neighbor's children playing outside, I couldn't sit still; I always wanted to run outside.

But then Mom would grab my hand and not let me go out, so I would cry and fuss. Each time, Mom would quickly put her mouth to my ear and whisper, "Sweetie, let's do math. If you get it right, I'll breastfeed you." Then she would unbutton her clothes, revealing a soft, white breast, and bring her nipple to my mouth!

Children in the countryside rarely get candy, so who would pass up something sweet? I opened my mouth wide and took a big, hard suckle at Mom's nipple; the taste was wonderful.

Thinking back, I think Mom was so stingy. She only let me suckle a couple of times after I got a few questions right. We would often sit down and study for over two hours, and I still never got enough.

Mom's trick was very effective. Because of this, my grades were always so good. My teachers at school admired me and said I would definitely go to university when I grew up.

Every time I got a good grade and came home, I would repeat the teacher's praise to my mother. She would hold me in her arms and reward me with her breast milk. In her eyes, that wasn't just ordinary milk; it was the water that nurtured my wisdom.

Sometimes, when my mother was breastfeeding me, I would touch her breast with my little hands. My thoughts were innocent then.

When my little hands touched her breast too much, she would pinch my hand.

The memories were incredibly sweet, and my love and longing for my mother grew even stronger. I secretly vowed that I must drink my mother's sweet milk again, and that I must thrust into her vagina hard. I loved my mother so much, and only by thrusting into her vagina could I experience true love. I am her son, but I also want to share in the joy of being one with my mother.

I don't know how I got through the days after we parted last time. The days felt incredibly long, as if I had been waiting to go home to see my mother for ages.

When Saturday came, I immediately jumped on my bicycle and rode home without stopping, even pedaling up the steep hill halfway up the road in one go. I was already a slightly stronger teenager, and the urge to go home to see my mother was an overwhelming force. I pedaled incredibly fast the whole way.

When I got home, the door was still locked. I filled a bottle with water and ran five miles away. I knew my mother must be there. With each step forward, my heart raced faster.

When I arrived at the cornfield where Erniu had planted his seedlings, the events of that day seemed vivid in my mind, and my little penis spontaneously transformed back into a corn cob. Just then, a brilliant idea flashed through my mind. I threw the water bottle deep into the cornfield, for I had a mischievous plan!

"Mom!~~~" I shouted as soon as I saw my mother.
She turned around and smiled, as if she had known I would come all along.

"Mom~~" I walked to her side and called out sweetly again. "Min'er

, I guessed you might come back today, and I didn't expect you to actually come back!"

"Mom, I missed you so much that I came back,"

my mother smiled, a smile of great relief, because it was the first time I had told her I missed her. Actually, I didn't finish my sentence. In my heart, I continued to say to her, "I missed you, I wanted to drink your milk, your milk is so beautiful, so very beautiful, Mom. Did you miss me? Because I love you."

"I'll pick some corn for you later, but let's pull the weeds out of the field first," my mother said.

"Okay! Mom, I'll pull them out with you!" So my mother and I started working, pulling out quite a few weeds.

It was still very hot. My mother was only wearing a thin white top, so thin that the outline of her bra was clearly visible, and the bra was also white. My mother was like that; she always dressed very cleanly, even when working. She probably realized she was pretty, so she was quite conscious of her appearance.

When my mother bent down to pull weeds, I peeked through her neckline. Ah! My mother's cleavage! I caught a glimpse of that white bra. As my mother pulled the weeds, her breasts bounced with each movement, and I was almost mesmerized, wanting to reach out and touch them.

"Min'er, where's the water? My mouth is a little dry." After a while, the sweltering heat finally took effect.

I felt a surge of joy, but I still said seriously, "Mother, you didn't tell me to bring water. I didn't bring any when I came."

"You rascal! How could you forget to bring water!" My mother was puzzled.

"I just wanted to see you as soon as I got back, who remembers so much, Mother!" I pretended to be wronged.

Hehe, Mom laughed, seemingly quite satisfied with my explanation. She didn't blame me anymore and continued bending over to pull weeds. So I stayed with Mom and continued pulling weeds.

After a while, I was sweating profusely, and I felt the time was right! "Mom, my mouth is so dry!"

I was extremely regretful for not bringing water! "Hmph! You asked for it, who told you not to bring

water !" Mom was so self-righteous, as if she had been planning to teach me a lesson all along! "Mom, what should I do if my mouth is so dry!" I asked so stupidly.

" Min'er, there's no water here, let's drink when we get home!" Mom comforted me practically. "I'm afraid I'll die of thirst on the way!" I pouted. My pompousness was very effective; Mom had always been afraid of my pompousness and always gave in to me. She stood up straight, facing me, showing a troubled expression, because Mom loved me very much, and she wouldn't let me suffer. And so, Mother didn't say a word, silently watching me, hoping that God could find a way to save her son. She looked at me for a long time. "Mother, can I drink your milk again?" I pleaded. Mother's eyes widened at the sound of my voice, but she quickly regained her composure. A long-lost smile appeared on her face, though tinged with some hesitation. "When I was little, didn't you always feed me milk? Mother! I'm so thirsty!" My pleading was sure to shatter any of her worries. "Alright. Min'er, come here," Mother said gently. She looked around and saw that we were deep in a cornfield, completely hidden by the green corn leaves, so she finally unbuttoned her clothes. I eagerly went forward to help her unbutton her clothes, and I noticed that Mother's face was a little red. After all, I was taller than her, and I was sure she had seen the little fortress that was always erect between my legs. With four hands, I quickly unbuttoned my mother's clothes. When I lifted the hem, her snow-white bra was fully revealed before me. I pulled the bra down, and her nipples immediately came out. Her nipples were delicate and erect. Ah, were these the breasts of my mother who had been with me all my life? So beautiful, so white, and those rosy nipples seemed so full of life! I bent down and sucked hard on her nipple, making a crisp sound as my mouth left. "Look how impatient you are, just like when you were a child! Humph!" My mother pushed me away and took off her bra herself. It was clear that sucking on her nipples before removing the bra made her uncomfortable. Deep in the cornfield, my mother once again showed me her two full breasts. Although her face was tanned a little, her skin below her neck was so white. It seemed this place was very averse to sunlight. I stared intently at my mother's breasts, at the erect nipples. I've looked at these breasts hundreds of times, but only today did I realize how alluring and breathtaking they are. They're slightly sagging, but I think they're the most beautiful in the world. My mother looked at me, shyly covering the enormous cake in my eyes—a cake more captivating than any steamed bun—with her hands: "You little rascal, what's so beautiful about my breasts? You've seen them countless times!" "Mom, you're so beautiful," I blurted out, a genuine compliment from the bottom of my heart. My mother turned away shyly, smiling. She clearly appreciated my frankness; it was obvious few people praised her so directly. I placed my hands on hers. And so, my hands were on her small hands, and her hands were on her alluring breasts. I traced circles on her breasts with my hands, and she didn't resist. When I gently removed her hands, my own hands rested on her breasts, and I directly experienced their softness! I arched my back, squeezing my mother's breast tightly, pinching her nipple between my fingers, and trying to suckle. Sadly, her milk had long since dried up, and I couldn't drink her milk anymore. But I tasted the greatest maternal love; the sweetness wasn't on my lips, but in my heart. "Min'er, it's uncomfortable for me to drink while standing, and it must be uncomfortable for you too!" My mother said, her heart aching as she watched me arch my back. "Mmm!" I replied through my nose, my mouth still tightly gripping my mother's nipple. "Shall we sit down?" My mother said, then pulled my head down and sat on the cornfield. I knelt on the ground like a lamb, supporting myself with my hands, still suckling at my mother's nipple.

"Ah! Min'er, are you drinking milk? Why is your tongue so restless!" Mother scolded my nimble tongue. I was indeed suckling Mother's milk, but now I was stimulating her nipples with my tongue, making her ticklish. I felt quite talented in this area; although it was my first time drinking milk like this, I did it with style.

"You naughty boy, Mother is so ticklish!" she said, pushing my shoulder hard to try and free herself. But I wasn't the same person I used to be. Mother couldn't push me away and fell to the ground herself. I seized the opportunity and sat down on Mother's lower abdomen, tightly clamping her waist between my legs.

Mother lying on the ground temporarily relieved her breasts, because I couldn't kiss them anymore. So I sat on top of Mother, pressing my two big hands against her breasts, squeezing and grabbing them. Mother's breasts were very elastic, and I felt very comfortable pressing them.

Mother also held my hands, but this time it was different. Mother's hands were under my big hands, and my big hands were under Mother's soft and charming breasts. I gently pressed my mother's breast. I saw her close her eyes, and I thought she must be savoring this wonderful feeling.

Seeing her eyes closed, I lowered my head and kissed her lips. It was my first kiss, a man's most sincere first kiss, given to my dearest mother. I was willing.

When my lips were about to touch hers, she tried to avoid my kiss, but I always chased after her and kissed her again. Finally, she gave up trying to escape, opened her mouth, and extended her tongue to meet mine. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, feeling a numbing sensation throughout my body—it was pure bliss.

When I lifted my head, my mother opened her eyes. She couldn't help but smile, a sweet smile.

"What are you doing, my little rascal?"

"I'm loving you, loving my mother!"

"Baby, I love you too!" After saying that, my mother raised her head to kiss me, and of course, I obediently lowered my head to kiss her. At that moment, my mother's hands, which had been around my waist, now wrapped around my neck, pulling me irresistibly to kiss her.

I kissed her forehead, her lips, her nipples, and her lower abdomen. When I reached her lower abdomen, I tried to unbuckle her belt.

The belt was fastened tightly, of course, but I managed to undo it. As I grabbed her waistband and suddenly pulled down her pants, she hurriedly reached out to grab them, but I had already taken the initiative; she couldn't stop me. In an instant, her pants were pulled down to her crotch. Her underwear was completely exposed to me.

It was white, with some patterns printed on it. I saw that her underwear was soaked, so I asked, "Mom, why are your pants wet?" I genuinely didn't understand.

"Silly boy, that's sweat, it's hot!" my mother explained.

When I tried to pull her underwear down as well, I didn't have a chance, because her hands were gripping her underwear tightly. With no opening above, I could only start with my mother's trouser leg. I pulled up her panty leg and towards the middle. I saw a dark patch—my mother's pubic hair, soft and black.

I reached out to touch her crotch, but unfortunately, I could only touch her genitals through her panties. I felt her genitals were soft and warm, but I couldn't see the opening for urination because my mother wouldn't let go. I could only see part of her soft, black pubic hair.

Just as I was about to continue my advance, I heard footsteps approaching from outside the cornfield. The cornfield was covered with long leaves, and passersby couldn't see what people were doing inside. But as the footsteps grew closer, I quickly jumped off my mother's stomach, and she hurriedly got up and tidied her clothes. When we stepped out of the cornfield, we saw children from the village picking corn. We pretended nothing was wrong, both of us appearing very calm.

On the way back, I happily glanced at my mother's entire body. Every step she took, every movement she made, touched my heart.
Part 3

: After dinner, I went to my uncle's house to stroll around with a few of my close friends from the village. They weren't in school anymore, but I often went to chat with them when I came back. During our conversations, they expressed their envy of me because I had not only passed the junior high school entrance exam but also consistently achieved excellent grades. I enjoyed interacting with them; I felt a little vain, their praise giving me a sense of superiority. And I knew that my consistently good grades were inseparable from my mother's efforts.

Around 9 p.m., I returned home. When I pushed open the small door to my room, I saw someone sitting beside my bed—my dear mother!

"Mom!" I called out loudly. After what happened that afternoon, my mother and I had become infinitely closer.

"Min'er, if you go out, you should come back early. Look, it's already past 9!" My mother was very displeased; she got angry when I was too playful.

"Mom, I know! Next time I come home late, I'll spank you!" I said, slapping my bottom twice.

"You're such a big girl, still spanking? Aren't you ashamed?" She laughed.

Mom's smile made everything agreeable, so I sat down next to her. But as soon as my bottom touched the bed, Mom pushed me up.

"Don't sit down yet, try on these two pairs of pants!" She pulled out two new pairs of pants from behind her back; you could tell they were newly bought.

"Mom, you're so sweet! When did you buy these?" I held one up to my ears.

"Yesterday. Try them on and see if they fit." Mom clearly wanted to know the result.

I unbuckled my belt, but felt embarrassed as I tried to pull the pants down because Mom was sitting right in front of me, watching me.

"Mom, why don't you go out for a bit? I'll call you when I'm dressed!" I suggested.

"You little rascal, what's there to be embarrassed about? I've seen your little chicks countless times!" Mom teased.

"Won't my little chick grow up?" I protested, with a touch of smugness. My pride was justified; my little brother had always been quite impressive. I'd noticed my classmates' little brothers were much smaller than mine when I was bathing.

"You were my son when you were little, and you still are when you grow up; I saw your little chick when you were little, and I'll still see it when you grow up!" Mom said matter-of-factly.

"How embarrassing it would be if I showed it to you!" I tried my last chance.

"You little rascal, then take off my pants today and I won't be embarrassed!" Mom scolded me again.

This afternoon! Ah, thinking about what happened this afternoon, I really want to slap myself. Wasn't all I wanted and hoped for for Mom?

"Mom, I know!" I said, taking off my old trousers. Taking a deep breath, I simply took off my underwear too.

Mom covered her mouth, trying not to laugh out loud. She must have thought her son was incredibly "foolish," and she never dreamed I would actually do something like that.

My little penis finally held up at the crucial moment. In the ten seconds or so after I pulled down my underwear, it instantly transformed from a limp little turtle into a hard, erect cannon, giving itself a full display right in front of my mother. My mother witnessed this transformation of my little brother in just over ten seconds!

So, wearing only a crew-neck short-sleeved shirt and completely naked from the waist down, I walked up to my mother. When I stood before her, reaching to take the new pants she had bought for me, she was stunned. She looked up at my face, then down at my little penis. Her surprised expression revealed that she too had felt a surge of excitement at that moment. She not only saw my hard cannon, but she was even more astonished by the sparse pubic hair beside it—my manure.

Actually, I'd noticed pubic hair starting to grow around my penis a while ago. At first, there were only a few strands, and when I showered, I found them an eyesore, so I grabbed two and plucked them forcefully. Plucking them felt like being pricked with needles; the pain almost made me scream. After that, I dared not touch my pubic hair anymore, but it only grew more and more. By the time my mother saw it, my pubic hair had already reached a considerable size.

But compared to what I saw when I lifted my mother's underwear today, it was nothing. Although it was just sparse pubic hair, it was enough to prove I was a strong little man. Although it was just sparse pubic hair, alongside my hard, erect penis, it was enough to make any woman fascinated and driven crazy.

Under the light of my small room, I saw my mother's face turn red. Although she had seen my penis countless times, this time it stirred her heart. My mother's gaze remained fixed on my most masculine feature, unable to look away. She was shy and dared not look, yet she couldn't bear not to—she knew it was my most obedient virgin.

My mother was stunned, which was perfectly understandable. My father was away most of the year, and she stayed home alone to take care of the children. Moreover, my mother was a kind and virtuous woman; she must have needed a place to release her vigorous sexual desires in her prime. But she had to restrain herself because she was a good woman—loyal to her husband and loving to her children.

Perhaps it was precisely because she loved her children so much that the ethical defenses in her heart were shattered at this moment by her beloved child. What she saw before her was no longer simply her son.

Seeing my mother's stunned expression, I took the pants from her and put them on myself. After quickly putting on the new pants, I said to my mother, "Mom, do you think they fit?" As I spoke, I turned around in front of her like a model.

Mother finally realized what was happening. She stood up from the bed, then half-knelt on the floor to straighten my trouser legs, gently tugging at them – all necessary steps to check if the trousers fit. She even spread her fingers and felt the fabric of my trousers.

Perhaps intentionally, perhaps unintentionally, her hand kept accidentally touching my erect penis while checking the fabric between my legs. Stimulated repeatedly by her hand, I felt my erection throbbing violently.

My private area was bare under the new trousers, but Mother's actions had made my penis incredibly swollen. The trousers fit perfectly, but because of my erection, they were no longer comfortable. I felt extremely uncomfortable, as the trousers pressed tightly against my penis, making it feel suffocating.

So I simply unzipped the trousers and let my penis dangle freely.

Mother didn't say anything, continuing to check my trousers, letting my penis dangle in front of her. On the surface, Mother pretended nothing was wrong, but I knew she wouldn't last long. I saw her face was flushed with desire, her chest heaving violently, as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest.

At this point, I had to admire Mother's endurance. I knew I couldn't hold back any longer, so I thrust forward, and because Mother was half-kneeling, my penis slammed heavily against her face.

Caught off guard, Mother fell to the ground with a thud. She looked up at me, showing no blame, but rather a longing and anticipation.

As our eyes met, my gaze became one of conquest and aggression, while Mother's eyes softened with tenderness. Between our brows, Mother must have heard the strongest voice from the depths of my heart: Mother, I've grown up. I love you deeply. Let's make love. And Mother's eyes responded: You've always been Mother's dear son. I'll try my best to fulfill your desires. Come, my darling.

I bent down, placed one hand under my mother's waist, and the other around her legs, then lifted her up with all my might—I actually managed to lift her! She was like a docile lamb in my arms, her arms wrapped around my neck. She smiled again, a shy, captivating smile; she must have been excited that I could lift her so easily.

I carried her to the bed and gently laid her down so she could lie down. I then straddled her lower abdomen again, once more tucking her waist between my legs.

As I unbuttoned her clothes, I noticed her bra was red; she had already bathed, her clean body emitting a faint, sweet fragrance. That faint fragrance was like a shot of adrenaline; my actions became even faster and more ruthless. I quickly pulled off her top, ripped off her bra and threw it to one side of the bed, then suddenly bent down and began to gnaw on her nipples, squeezing her breasts with both hands.

I was biting and nibbling, making my mother anxiously cry out, "Min'er, I'll give you everything, slow down, slow down..."

But how could I slow down? The more my mother said that, the more excited I became. I grabbed her pants and pulled them down by the neck. This time I was smarter; instead of taking off her pants one piece at a time, I pulled them off along with her underwear and trousers.

My mother didn't expect to be stripped naked so quickly, and instinctively covered her pubic hair with both hands so I wouldn't see. Seeing that my mother was already sleeping naked on my bed, I confidently straddled her stomach, pressed her breasts, and lowered my head to kiss her lips.

Just as my lips were about to touch hers, my mother pushed my head away with one hand, and then I felt her other hand grab my penis and squeeze it hard.

"You naughty boy, are you going to try to penetrate your mother while you're dressed?" my mother mocked me.

Hearing my mother's words, I turned my gaze to myself. I realized I was still wearing my shirt and new pants, except for my penis, which was sticking out of the zipper—my mother was holding it. "Hehe, Mother, I'll take my clothes off now!" My mother finally released her grip on my penis, letting me take off my pants and clothes.

After quickly stripping naked, I immediately climbed on top of my mother. She was naked, and I was naked; it felt so good to touch each other naked.

My mother finally let me kiss her lips, and she cooperated perfectly, even guiding me to kiss her. Our tongues intertwined, and our legs were entwined. I was on top, and she was below. I could freely press her breasts, testing their elasticity; while she held me tightly around the waist, waiting for me to stimulate her, to touch and caress her.

I can never forget the scene when I saw my mother's genitals. After I had played with her breasts enough, I moved my head down, and my mother's hands could only hold my head, her fingers running through my hair. I stared intently at my mother's large patch of dark, downy pubic hair, and ran my hands through these delicate hairs. My mother's pubic hair was smooth and thick. When I parted her thick pubic hair with both hands, I saw it—I finally saw my mother's vulva.

My mother's vulva was incredibly mysterious to me: the wide vulva, the small labia minora, and that floating opening. So I spread my mother's legs wider, used my thumb to part her labia minora to open her vulva, and squinted one eye into the opening. I couldn't see anything, but I felt that the opening was very deep.

I saw that my mother's labia minora and labia majora were soaked, and even the pubic hair next to the vulva was wet. So I whispered, "Mom, you're sweating a lot here!" This afternoon, my mother told me that it was sweat.

But to my surprise, as soon as I said that, Mother laughed, with a hint of sarcasm. She pushed my hand away and closed her thighs, clearly still a little shy.
I forcefully spread Mother's legs again, parting her pubic hair and labia. As soon as the slit appeared, I thrust my hips forward, and my hard penis smoothly slid straight into Mother's vagina. Mother was so startled by my sudden insertion that she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her whole body shivering, and she couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!"

"You naughty boy, be gentle, it will hurt Mother." Then she tightened her vagina, holding my penis tightly inside.

My mother's vagina was warm and elastic. My penis felt less swollen and painful inside, as if her vagina had absorbed all the pain, leaving only comfort for my penis.

"Mom, I know, I'll take it slow!" I listened to my mother. I pressed down on her, slowly lifted my buttocks, and then gently inserted my penis. My penis went in and out of her vagina repeatedly, each time feeling incredibly refreshing, each time feeling incredibly aroused. My mother felt the same way; her breathing became more and more rapid, and her chest heaved more and more noticeably.

I thrust more and more comfortably, faster and faster, and I felt my penis starting to get hot. When I thrust harder, my mother's breathing became even more rapid, but suddenly I felt my penis getting hot and I wanted to urinate.

"How can I urinate at this time? How can I urinate in my mother's vagina?! She'll be angry!"

I quickly pulled my penis out of my mother's vagina and squeezed it hard to stop the urine from coming out.

When Mother saw me suddenly pull my penis out, she reached out and stroked my face, asking with concern, "Min'er, what's wrong? Is it because it's your first time doing this with your mother and you're not used to it?"

"Mother, I just wanted to pee, and I almost peed inside you. Luckily, I pulled out early and managed to hold it in!" I said, smiling smugly. I was so glad I hadn't peed on my mother; otherwise, she would definitely be unhappy.

Mother laughed again, shaking her head, "Silly boy, so it was you!"

"Mother, what do you mean I'm here? Haven't I been by your side the whole time?" I asked, confused by her words.

"Min'er, lie down. If you need to pee, just pee, okay?" After saying that, Mother pressed me onto the bed. After I lay down, she grabbed my penis, aimed it at her vagina, and forcefully swallowed my penis inside her.

Mother was no longer as gentle as before. She quickly raised her buttocks and then pressed down hard, swallowing my penis to the root. Mother wildly swallowed and spat at my penis again and again.

After dozens of thrusts, I felt my penis start to swell and heat up again. Actually, I was quite comfortable with Mother taking the initiative. Whether she rode me or I rode her, it was the same; we were both equally happy and satisfied.

After thrusting like this for a long time, my urge to urinate surged up again!

"Mother, slow down, I need to pee." I hurriedly reminded Mother after realizing the discomfort.

But I never expected that Mother would not slow down as I wished, but would thrust her buttocks even more violently, like she had gone mad.

I felt my penis burning like fire, and the sensation spread throughout my body as if I had been electrocuted. "Ah!" I couldn't help but moan. My penis could no longer resist the urge to urinate, and I urinated like water bursting from a dam, into Mother's vagina.

After seeing what happened, Mom frantically slapped her buttocks a few times, then let out a cry and collapsed onto me. I could feel her vagina gently tightening and loosening, massaging my slowly softening penis. "Mom~~~"

I whispered.

"Mmm~~" Mom answered, lying on top of me.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I peed inside you," I apologized sincerely.

"Min'er, be good, that wasn't pee. That was your semen. You wanted to pee because you were about to climax!"

"Oh, I see. No wonder I felt like I only peed a tiny bit!"

"Silly boy, after climaxing and ejaculating some semen, you feel very comfortable. How do you feel now?" Mom asked.

"It feels really good, Mom. Nobody ever told me this, I don't understand anything!" I gratefully raised my head and kissed Mom's forehead. It was my heartfelt thanks; she had given me the most vivid sex lesson in the world.

Mom didn't say anything more, just stroked my little face, smiling and watching me silently, her expression one of utter happiness and contentment. So did I. Part 4.

When the bright sunlight streamed into the room through the window, illuminating the entire space, I opened my eyes and realized it was getting late. Based on my experience, I guessed it was almost 11 a.m.

I turned to my side and saw that my mother was still lying in bed, fast asleep, her face radiating happiness even in her sleep. Last night had been wonderful for us; it was our secret, the beginning of our relationship.

It was the first time I had ever seen my mother sleeping like this. Her naked body appeared even whiter in the daylight, her full breasts rising and falling rhythmically, and her dark pubic hair stood out so vividly, like a guardian protecting her as she slept.

This was my mother's body, the body that captivated me so much, and last night proved how vibrant it was.

We made love three times during the night, ejaculating three times, and I didn't see a trace of fatigue in my mother. If it weren't for the fact that today was the last day of our holiday and we had to rush back to school, we would have done even more.

Seeing my mother still asleep was a bit unbelievable. She usually gets up early, so it was unusual for her to be in bed so late.

Seeing her naked, I was immediately filled with desire again, but I didn't want to wake her, so I could only gently touch her, touching her full breasts, my favorite spot.
As my fingers lightly grazed her breasts, she must have felt itchy in her sleep, otherwise she wouldn't have twisted her body trying to shake my hand away. When

I tapped her nipples with my fingers, she would gently sway her chest, the swaying of her breasts was quite amusing. Seeing that my stimulation hadn't woken her up, I simply stood up, spread her hands and feet, making her spread out in a wide V-shape, and then knelt beside her parted legs to admire her vulva.

It was truly a beautiful vulva; under those thick, dark pubic hairs, it was so attractive. As soon as I saw it, my penis became hard again. I then used the head of my penis to probe my mother's clitoris, I never dreamed it would be so stimulating. I also used the head of my penis to stimulate my mother's clitoris, and soon the area around her vulva became wet. I no longer call this sweat; my mother told me last night that it wasn't sweat, but her love fluid, also called vaginal fluid.

When I felt I absolutely had to penetrate her, I grabbed my penis and brought it to my mother's mouth, but just as the head of my penis touched her labia, her buttocks moved away. I then noticed that my mother was awake, and she was looking at me in surprise.

"You little rascal, wasn't what you did last night enough! Coming to bother your mother so early in the morning!" my mother said.

"Mom, I wanted to come yesterday, but you said I had to go to school today, so you wouldn't let me. Besides, it's already past 11 o'clock!" I explained.

Hearing me say it was past 11 o'clock, Mom turned her head to look out the window. "It's really late! Why didn't you wake me up! I still have to cook!"

"Mom, you look so beautiful sleeping. I just wanted to look at you a little longer, that's why I didn't wake you,"

Mom said, then turned her gaze to herself, as if only now realizing she was naked, and covered her pubic hair with her hands. "What's so beautiful about that? If you hadn't woken me up, you would have gone to school hungry!" Mom said with a hint of reproach.

"Mom, you're so good, you wouldn't let me go hungry."

"You're so clever," Mom finally smiled through her tears.

"Mom, you're so beautiful. Look at me here." I pointed to my little brother and said, "Mom, I have to go to school soon, can we do it one more time? It'll be a long time before I come back."

Mom felt sorry for me when she saw my hard penis, and she felt even more heartbroken when she heard me say that it would be a long time before I came back: "Why will it be a long time before you come back? Where are you going

?" "Mom, I'm not going anywhere. I just have to take my final exams, and I need to spend time studying for them. How can I come back?"

After saying that, I crawled in front of Mom and lifted her legs to expose her vulva more fully.

"Min'er, hurry up. Mother still needs to cook!" Mother agreed, moving her buttocks forward to accommodate my penis.

I thrust hard, my penis entering Mother's warm, cozy vagina. We'd only been apart for one night, and my penis already longed for this place. "Mother, I don't want to eat. Your milk is enough!" I teased Mother.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Mother squeezed hard as punishment. But I wasn't giving up. After escaping, I thrust back fiercely in retaliation. Mother knew I was serious, so she opened her legs and cooperated earnestly. She always loved me so much. She opened her sacred place, letting me charge freely, while she herself twisted her buttocks wildly. Only when we both put our hearts and souls into it can we experience a perfect climax.

After a few powerful thrusts, I finally ejaculated inside Mother's vagina. Towards the end, my hand remained gripping my mother's breast. When she pulled my limp penis from her vagina, she put it in her hand, gently stroking the glans with her thumb, and said kindly, "I've been feeling very good these past few days. Be careful when you cycle to school."

She cautioned me, because making love with me there was a way of saying goodbye. The beginning of love is the beginning of longing. My mother's loving gaze remains etched in my mind to this day.

When I returned to school, I knew the final exams were approaching, so I began to study. But at that moment, I couldn't concentrate. No matter how hard I tried, my mother's naked figure kept appearing before my eyes, and all I could think about was making love with her, sharing the pleasure of orgasm with her.

In class, I couldn't focus at all. Even my favorite English teacher, who was almost 30, didn't dare call on me to answer questions. She knew what I was thinking and what I needed. She was afraid of my gaze because I kept staring at her chest and wanted to lift her skirt to see what her underwear looked like.

With my mother no longer by my side, I could only fantasize about her every day.

As a result, I was constantly thinking about women during class, making a mess of my studies. I didn't want to be like this, but I really have a very strong sex drive. Every time I walked out of the exam hall this term, my heart ached terribly; my exam paper had left so many blank spaces for the first time.

When the exam results came out, many people asked if I was sick and felt sorry for me because I had suddenly dropped from the top five in the class to below 20th. I knew I hadn't done well, and I knew why, but what I feared most was how to explain it to my mother when I got home. She had always valued my studies so much!

After the exams, many classmates left school one after another, but I didn't dare to leave because I was afraid my mother would ask about my grades. So, I wandered aimlessly through the streets of the village. When I came to the door of a video rental store, I paid two yuan and went in. I knew these places showed porn; my classmates often came to watch it all night, I just came less often.

As soon as I entered the video arcade, I found a corner seat. The arcade was crowded; these thrilling porn films were popular because country folk could learn more styles, broaden their "experience," and then go home and have a passionate fuck with their wives to vent their frustration.

On the screen was a man harassing a woman, who was seductively waiting for him to take off her nightgown. The transparent nightgown revealed no bra, and her red nipples were clearly visible. When the woman took the man's penis and started giving him oral sex, I was also affected; my penis was rock hard, straining my underwear. I thought, if my mother could also put my penis in her mouth, that would be incredibly exciting and stimulating.

When the porn was halfway through, I felt like I was suffocating because I also wanted to pee, so I quickly walked towards the door because I needed to pee.

To my utter surprise, just as I stepped halfway out of the recording studio, our English teacher happened to walk by. She was staring at me incredulously, perhaps unable to believe I would actually come to a place like this.

I felt incredibly awkward and pretended not to see her, continuing to walk forward.

"Yang Min!" came the teacher's voice behind me. I stopped, turned around, and respectfully greeted her, "Miss Li."

"You haven't gone home yet? I thought you'd already gone." Ms. Li seemed a little surprised.

"I'm feeling a bit unsettled, so I plan to go back in a couple of days," I replied.

"It's better to watch fewer of these kinds of recordings. Your grades aren't ideal right now; you need to work harder." Her words were gentle, not laced with reproach, but rather filled with encouragement.

The teacher chatted with me for a while and then left. Outside the recording studio, as I watched her receding figure, I thought of my mother. It had been three weeks since I'd seen her, feeling like three years. I mustered the courage to go home, because I knew my mother would understand and support me. [The End]

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