The recollection of that past event consists of three chapters.

Part

1

When I decided to write this article, countless thoughts surged within me in the torrent of history, guiding me as if taking me back to those arduous years… It was 1994. My father was taken away from our home by the police and never returned. I heard he was sentenced to nine years.

I could hardly believe my family had suddenly changed.

The pillar of our family collapsed, and life plunged into despair. My mother, who had no job, scraped together some money to set up a fruit stall at the street corner to support my sister and me, barely making ends meet. That year, I was in my final year of junior high school.

Losing my father made me feel incredibly ashamed. I was often bullied at school, but I never told anyone. Who could I tell? Who could help me? Watching my mother toil day and night filled me with bitterness.

Every day after school, I would pass by my mother's fruit stall, spend some time with her, and then go home to cook for my sister. Many classmates knew that the woman was my mother, and I often heard people whispering, "Hey, look, that's Xiaohui's mom, the fruit seller." I ignored their gossip; what was the point? I just did what I could to help my mother take care of my younger sister, Xiaojuan, and did as much housework as I could. My mother saw that I had suddenly become sensible and always looked at me with great pride; those were the happiest times of my life. So I thought about dropping out of school and helping my mother sell fruit to earn a living, but my mother firmly disagreed.

That spring, the weather was so cold that no one dared to go out. My mother and I, shivering, sat in front of the fruit stand during winter vacation. Not a single person came all morning. I went home and cooked for my younger sister. Taking the lunchbox, I went to find my mother. From afar, I saw a man standing in front of the fruit stand, pointing at my mother and swaying as if he were drunk. I quickly ran over and heard the man cursing, "You slut! Who told you watermelons have to sell for 5 yuan a pound in winter? I'm not giving it to you, so what?" He then picked up the watermelon and tried to leave. My mother rushed over to grab it, holding it close to her arms. In the struggle, the watermelon fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. Looking at the bright red flesh, my mother's heart ached and tears streamed down her face.

The man, enraged, kicked the rotten watermelon at my mother. I rushed over and kicked him hard in the stomach. He nearly collapsed in pain, then lunged at me and slammed me to the ground. My mother screamed and threw herself on top of me, shielding me with her body. Seeing this, the man staggered and kicked my mother, saying, "Get up...get up..." My mother cried, holding me. Each kick from the man made her cry out in pain. A crowd gathered to watch, but no one intervened. Seeing there was no point, the man left, leaving only my mother and me embracing. I got up and cleaned the rotten watermelon. Holding the lunchbox, I said, "Mom, eat." My mother was still crying, "It's okay, I'm not hungry." From that day on, I accompanied my mother to her fruit stall every day, carrying a small knife with me.

Until I graduated from junior high, when my grades were terrible and I couldn't even get into high school, I dropped out and devoted myself to helping my mother sell fruit. The income was more than enough to support our family of three. Although my mother regretted that I didn't go to school, I took on the responsibility of supporting the family. I was the one who rode the tricycle around to buy and sell goods, and I was the one who ran the stall all day. My mother could easily stay home, cook, clean, take care of my younger sister, and come to visit me whenever she had a spare moment. I gradually learned to haggle with the older women and use sweet talk. I became a small business owner, more sophisticated and worldly than my classmates. My mother seemed to be playing the role of the boss's wife, putting me first in everything.

On that summer night, something happened that I will never forget.

The sweltering summer night made me restless. I had been sleeping for a while when I was woken up by the heat. I got up to pee. At that time, we didn't have a toilet at home; you had to walk to the middle of the corridor. My father had converted our kitchen into a bathroom, building a cement pool for bathing. The cooking area was a coal stove in the corridor. As I passed by the bathroom, I heard the sound of running water. I turned my head casually and saw my mother taking a bath, washing herself with a basin of water.

Her white, plump, naked body came into view.

I stared intently at my mother's naked, snow-white body. Her full, trembling breasts, her smooth, rounded thighs, and her plump, rounded buttocks resembled a goddess sculpture. I swallowed hard, my eyes fixed on the area between her full thighs, where a thick patch of pubic hair formed an inverted triangle below her abdomen. I felt like I was on fire; my penis was painfully hard, my breathing was rapid, and my heart was pounding. Just then, my mother, holding a towel, straightened up, suddenly facing me. Startled, she quickly covered the patch of pubic hair between her thighs, staring blankly at me. Seeing my bulging crotch, I awkwardly bent over, my gaze still fixed on her. My mother, filled with shame, closed the door… After coming out, she didn't look at me but went straight into the house to sleep. Unable to bear the torment of desire, I went into the bathroom. The floor was slippery. I saw my mother's clothes in the tub, seemingly unwashed.

I picked up the light pink panties and took a deep sniff. They carried my mother's strong body odor. There was an oval-shaped damp patch at the bottom of the panties, and the smell was like an aphrodisiac, making my pent-up desire erupt like a volcano. I quickly masturbated, moaning softly as I ejaculated hot semen against the wall... From then on, my mother would carefully close the door every time she took a shower, and I could only go in after she finished showering, masturbating while thinking about my mother's white body. I also noticed that my mother usually washed her clothes the next morning with mine. So I had more opportunities to come into contact with my mother's underwear.

(II)

My younger sister started junior high school. She gradually became much more sensible, learned to cook and do laundry by herself, and her grades were always very good. To avoid causing us trouble, my younger sister ate lunch at the school cafeteria and came home to have dinner with us in the evening. This was the happiest thing for my mom and me. Every evening, our family ate dinner together, and my sister loved to tell us about what happened at school—who passed notes to whom and got caught by the teacher, how the boys in her class gave everyone funny nicknames. Then my sister would go do her homework, and my mom and I would start calculating the budget, planning every penny, what household items we needed to buy. Many times, my mom would look at me with satisfaction and say softly, "Xiaohui, you're in charge in our family." Whenever she said that, I had an urge to hug my mom.

Then, that road was demolished, and there was nowhere to set up a stall anymore. My mom and I decided to move to the entrance of a vegetable market further away.

Unexpectedly, the foot traffic there was huge, and business was much better than at our old spot. My mom and I were overjoyed. I patted my chest and said to my mother, "Mom, you don't need to worry about anything anymore. Leave the money-making to me!" My mother smiled happily, "Okay, so what are you going to assign me?" I thought for a moment, "You just need to cook, and then bring it to me..." As soon as I finished speaking, my mother and I laughed. Actually, wasn't that already the case? Except for selling fruit, my mother didn't let me do any housework. My younger sister washed her own clothes, and my mother washed my underwear and socks.

I quickly became familiar with the people who set up stalls at the market entrance. They told me that if the management fee collectors came, I could run away. As long as I ran, everything would be fine. So, as soon as I saw someone wearing a red armband, I would hop on a tricycle and run away. I was the fastest runner among everyone. Another time, my mother came to visit me. While we were talking, I saw the red armband, hopped on the tricycle, and disappeared in an instant. My mother was dumbfounded and didn't know what had happened. When I told her about it when she got back, my mother and I laughed so hard we almost fell over. My mother called me "Flying Legs"!

In the summer, Mom wore skirts again, which was my favorite thing. I was fascinated by her two snow-white and plump thighs under her skirts. Sometimes Mom would wear sheer stockings, which made her plump and sexy thighs look even softer and aroused my desire even more.

That evening, the fruit was sold out. I said, "Mom, you can ride in my tricycle, I'll take you home." Mom smiled gently and said, "Mom is heavy, I'm afraid you'll get tired." I said, "I'm incredibly fast, you forgot? Hold on tight, I'm going too fast, I'm afraid you'll fall off." I helped Mom up by the waist. The moment Mom lifted her leg, her fair, alluring, and plump thighs came into view. I felt a surge of excitement, thinking that I would take Mom home like this every day. When Mom got on, I deliberately pushed her big buttocks to help her up. Her soft, slippery buttocks were smooth to the touch. Mom seemed to realize my mischief, her face flushed, and she said to me from inside the tricycle, "Oh dear, it's not easy riding in your tricycle, you even have to carry me up." Sigh, I really wanted to carry her.

I was humming a little tune as I rode my bike incredibly fast, while my mother kept yelling from behind, "Slow down...it's killing me..." When we reached the alley entrance, my mother said, "You're going so fast, and you haven't even bought any steamed buns yet!" Embarrassed, I got off the bike and said, "Mom, you stay here, I'll go buy some across the street." After buying the steamed buns, I turned around and saw two young men staring at my mother with ill intent, pointing and saying, "Hey, that's fucking hot, look!" I glanced over and, due to the bumpy ride, my mother's skirt was revealing her cleavage, her plump, smooth thighs were completely exposed, and I could even see her plump buttocks and a red pair of panties, standing out conspicuously between her white thighs... The two men walked towards my mother, saying, "Heh, this woman, she's a real slut!" My mother noticed their lecherous gazes and realized that her cleavage had been seen. Her face flushed red with embarrassment, she quickly squeezed her thighs together, covered her skirt with her hands, and glared at the two young men. The young man got even more aggressive, saying, "Hey, who are you glaring at? What did I do to you?" Mom blushed and didn't say anything.

I patted him on the shoulder from behind: "What's wrong, bro? Looking for trouble?" The two of them were startled and turned around, saying, "You're always meddling in other people's business. Is this your wife?" Mom was a little scared and quickly called out to me, "Xiao Hui, let's go, stop talking." I glared at them and said, "Oh, she's my wife, so what? It's none of your business!" Seeing my fierce and fearless appearance, the two of them muttered, "I think she looks like your mother..." and turned and left.

I proudly returned to my mother's side and said, "Mom, don't be afraid of that scoundrel, I'm here." My mother, still somewhat shaken, said, "Oh dear, there are two of them, let's go quickly." I smiled and walked over to my mother, noticing that her skirt was still a little droopy. I reached out and tucked it between her thighs, saying, "Mom, fix your skirt, they're peeking at you..." My mother trembled and grabbed my hand, as if afraid I would do something inappropriate. Our hands clasped on her full thighs, and the atmosphere instantly became ambiguous. My mother blushed and murmured an "Mmm," before letting go of my hand. I rode my bike back home with my mother.

Lying in bed, I couldn't sleep, constantly thinking about what had happened during the day. My penis remained erect and painfully hard. I saw that the lights were still on in my mother's and sister's room, and they seemed to be talking. My mother must be wearing very little, and the sound of their voices made me feel itchy. I quietly moved a stool to the doorway. There was a window above the door, and from there, I could see my mother's big bed. Through the open mosquito net, I could see the lower bodies of both of them—four white thighs.

Those long, slender, and fair thighs belonged to my younger sister. It was the first time I had seen her thighs, and I thought they were so delicate and lovely.

Those plump, soft legs were my mother's. Her buttocks looked even fuller and larger as she lay on her side. I was incredibly excited. Watching my mother turn over, her thighs slightly parted, her red panties bulging between her thighs like a small steamed bun, I stared wide-eyed, my erection hard… That night, I had a beautiful dream. In my dream, my mother, like a fairy, wore a long, transparent veil, her voluptuous and alluring body half-concealed, half-revealed. She smiled and pulled me close. I excitedly hugged her, and she turned away shyly. I hugged her large buttocks; the soft, plump feeling was irresistible. My mother shyly arched her back, and my penis entered a warm, slippery place—soft, plump, and so comfortable. But there was someone else beside me. I looked and saw it was my sister. She was naked, her white, tender buttocks and thighs spread open, her pink lower body facing me passionately. There was a mole on her inner thigh. I pulled my penis out and inserted it into my sister. The intense stimulation made me ejaculate uncontrollably! I was regretting not properly enjoying the mother I'd always dreamed of, when I woke up to find my crotch wet and sticky... [This post was edited by m3p4 on 2011-02-05 23:53]

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