Chapter 4 of Sleepwalking Mother

I ejaculated three times in one night, turning a hero into a dog. I couldn't sleep soundly; a deficiency of yang inevitably leads to many dreams.
I dreamt of chasing each other across the grass with my mother when I was little, our laughter reminding me of the past.
(Can you hear voices in dreams?) It's a little heartbreaking; the beautiful past with my mother is gone forever. I'm truly afraid
of losing my mother one day. Without her, I will forever lose my other half. This fear still lingers. We lose
things every day, including our dearest loved ones. That's why some people become monks, denying their own existence.
Undeniably, my mindset is somewhat abnormal. I always want to reunite with my mother in my life, constantly demanding
everything from her. In my childhood, it was her meticulous care, her fragrant milk, her sweet laughter, and the way she would hold me and
feed me under the shade of trees.
In my youth, it was the happy fairy tales at my bedside, the warm praise on my report cards, even the mosquito net, swatting mosquitoes, and covering me with a blanket before sleep—
all gifts of my mother's love. Even now, my precocious maturity prevents me from confiding my troubles to my mother.
My penis is used on her, yet I dare not ask her for anything; morality and ethics block my development.
My mother cannot give me what I need, so I try to solve the problem unilaterally—and that problem is incest, a societal taboo
! With a shameful, lustful thought, I lunged at my young, beautiful mother in my dreams. Her
warm, soft, and supple body was such a beautiful dream. I embraced my dream mother, wanting to kiss her, when suddenly
it felt like into an abyss, into an icy cave. Wow! So cold!!
I shivered and woke up with a start. Opening my eyes and looking back, I saw a flower! A
delicate, honey-dripping flower! A flower that held all the meaning in my life.
Yes, this flower is my mother. She looks so beautiful today! Her long, flowing black hair, glossy and smooth
, sways gently in the morning breeze. Her jade-like face is bathed in the morning light, as if a miracle has occurred. Her beautiful eyes hold a deep,
dark, and compassionate lake within them. Her alluring little mouth, slightly upturned,
is veiled by the gleam of her pearly white teeth—a masterpiece of nature.
She wears a white gauze dress that reaches the ground. Without makeup, her natural beauty is like that of
a fairy descended from the clouds, untouched by worldly concerns, pure and captivating. A thought crossed my mind: could my mother be a fairy banished from heaven to
earth, aging gracefully, growing more beautiful with age? I couldn't bear such earthly beauty and
shivered .
She covered her mouth with her slender white hand and chuckled softly, looking at me, this mere mortal. Her other hand
rubbed my back, the cool touch of her jade-like hand making my bare skin tingle with goosebumps. Mom laughed,
"You little rascal, you can't sleep well on your stomach, and you drool so much. I have to wash your pillowcase again. It's
disgusting. Let Mom punish you."
(Disgusting, my drool has flowed all over your little mouth. Yes, eat my drool, Mom, then you won't feel
disgusted .)
"Mom, why are you doing this so early?"
"Get up, you lazybones. Mom doesn't like that. Your uncle is leaving. Let's eat together. Get up
..."
I sighed helplessly, then suddenly rolled over, grabbed Mom's hand that was on my back, and pulled her down onto
the bed . I pounced on Mom like a wolf, pinning her down.
(Sorry, this isn't the time for that kind of scene.)
Mom was startled, her big eyes blinking as she looked at me. Her high, full breasts heaved against my chest
. My strong, unyielding penis was majestically inserted into Mom's soft buttocks. The feeling was so good that I almost
forgot about revenge. I pressed her down hard and started vigorously tickling Mom's arms.
My mother burst into laughter, her soft, fragrant body bouncing beneath me.
As she struggled, her undulating buttocks made my penis feel like I needed to urinate. Her eyes narrowed with laughter, and from her small, angular mouth, due to
the laughter and the closeness, she continuously sprayed a sweet, fragrant breath into my nose, like
the taste of boiled milk, making me want to kiss her! She laughed even more unrestrainedly, her spittle spraying my
face . Being sprayed with saliva by a beautiful woman is a kind of happiness for me, especially my mother's.
My mother's plump breasts trembled with her laughter, rubbing against my chest and fueling my desire, causing me to become
aroused. My penis released a little hot semen. Was I torturing her, or was she torturing me?
Until, my hard penis was accidentally pushed in the wrong direction by her buttocks, thrusting straight and hard into
the warm, fleshy hollow of my mother's body, her most sensitive spot—her vagina! Through two layers of pants, wow, my penis seemed to have found
its home, nodding gratefully. Mom, unaware that I was in a vegetative state, immediately blushed, pushed me away
forcefully , and shyly scolded,
"You little rascal, so disrespectful! You're going to make your old mother laugh to death! Go pee, wash up, and then come to the dining room
for dinner."
I responded and bent over, running to the toilet. Mom sat on the edge of the bed, watching my disheveled state, chuckling softly.
At the dinner table, my shy aunt didn't dare look at me, just shoveling food into her porridge. My uncle was expressionless; when Mom told him
to eat some vegetables, he grabbed some water and drank, his hand trembling slightly—probably ashamed of stealing his younger sister's necklace. I busied myself helping my aunt
with food ; she had cooked so well for me last night, I should make it up to her. Mom smiled and praised me, saying I seemed to have changed today,
being so polite. I said,
"Auntie, you're all alone, busy with so much farm work, it's not easy for you. And you're the most beautiful and virtuous woman in the village!
As your nephew, I should be very filial. Uncle is so lucky!"
Auntie's face turned bright red, like she'd eaten chili peppers, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. Uncle, however, was very
happy and patted my shoulder, saying,
"Then you should study hard, become an official, and you can have any woman you want. Even if that doesn't work, you should learn from
your uncle and marry a good, beautiful wife. Don't fall behind me, don't be worse than me, hahaha!"
I laughed along. I wouldn't learn from you; my wife's beautiful hole has been penetrated by someone else without me even knowing. Auntie
glared at , while Mom giggled and scolded Uncle,
"Brother, you really are something, talking about this with a child, it's disrespectful to an elder!"
A child? I've slept with two women, one of whom was you, Mom!
My uncle pulled me close again, grinning, and said,
"Seriously, Anan is a great student. There's something I might need to trouble you with, sister. My daughter, Xiaolian, is about to
start junior high school, and she might need to stay here. I don't know if that's possible, but I also want Anan to help Xiaolian with her studies
, haha."
Mom readily agreed; there was no need for formalities among family. I didn't really remember my cousin Xiaolian; she'd only visited
once , and she was dark-skinned, so I hadn't really looked her over. My aunt complained that my uncle was troubling them too much, and the two of them argued briefly at the table
. Mom and I quickly smoothed things over.
After my uncle's family left, it was just Mom and me at home. Without the lively chatter of a large group, it felt much
quieter . But being with my beloved Mom felt like a peaceful honeymoon.
After we became intimate, I often unconsciously mistook Mom for my wife.
When she was cooking, I would stand beside her, quietly admiring her beautiful back. Her graceful figure and alluring body, combined with
the , completely captivated me, filling me with lust. Especially her swaying, beautiful buttocks—if she were naked,
I would definitely fuck her until she lost her soul.
When we ate together, she was busy serving me food, but what I really wanted to eat was: Mom leaning over, her collar accidentally revealing
her round, plump breasts, their white, jade-like skin—I really wanted to bite them and never let go.
Sometimes, my mother, with her childlike heart, would pull me into role-playing games. We would sometimes revisit long-lost memories. I
would pretend to be a baby, and my mother would recount the most difficult times she had taken care of me. I would lie happily in my mother's
arms, watching her feed me.
Once, I suggested that my mother and I pretend to be husband and wife. She laughed and flicked my forehead with her finger, saying,
"You naughty son, aren't you ashamed? Can a mother and son be husband and wife?"
I quickly said, "Dad often argues with you, making Mom suffer a lot. Actually, I've been wanting to see this for a long time
. Mom, let me play Dad and let's simulate the happiness of being husband and wife."
Mom shook her head, her eyes reddening, tears welling up. She took a breath, opened her arms, and softly asked me to
hug her. I slowly walked over, my nose suddenly feeling a little sore. I hugged Mom tightly. A few withered petals
blew in Mom picked one up, rested her head on my shoulder, and softly asked,
"Son, am I old?"
"Mom isn't old, and I'm as beautiful and young as a fairy!"
"If Mom were very, very old, would you still love Mom?"
"Love! By then, I'll grow old with Mom too."
That night, as we went to bed, I followed her into the room and rolled around on her bed. She smiled and asked why I
liked her bed so much. I said Mom's bed smelled so good, it reminded me of the times I slept with her when I was little. Mom
smiled and came over, opening her arms and saying,
"Little baby, come here, let Mom hug you, see if you've wet your pants?"
I pounced on her like an elephant, hugging my smiling mother as if she were my lover,
gazing at her with boundless love. Her silky hair, her bright, sparkling eyes, her full, delicate nose, her cherry-like lips—beauty
couldn't be described in words; she was simply enchanting.
Mom held me close, carefully watching every inch of my skin grow, until she met my tender gaze.
She seemed a little confused, her eyes trying to see into my heart, while in my heart I kept saying, "Mom, I love
you, I want you." After gazing at each other for a while, she vaguely recognized that it was her father's gaze. Her face flushed crimson, but
she didn't look away. Her captivating eyes, like gentle water, embraced the desire in my eyes.
Time stood still. In that moment of divine intervention, there was no distinction between mother and son between my mother and me; only
the exchange of feelings between a man and a woman. One was a young man infatuated with my mother's beauty; the other was a woman who only sought money from men and had never
loved . My mother was the woman who gave me life; my son was the man I loved most in my life.
When all of this could not be expressed in words or actions, this silence appeared.
It felt like ten thousand years had passed when my mother exhaled a breath that had been compressed for so long, yet it was so sweet
and warm . She coughed lightly, her mouth dry, and instantly the stillness of time melted away. Only then did we hear the rapid beating
of our hearts. My mother broke the barrier, pushed me away, stood up, and opened the window. The wind blew away the sweltering atmosphere in the room
, and mother and son slept without saying a word that night.
In the middle of the night, when I got up to pee, I looked at my sleeping mother, petite, cute, and alluring, and my mind
started wandering again! I tried to nudge her a little, but she didn't wake up. I tried again,
shaking her even harder. Hooray!! My mother jerked and then sat up. Something was wrong! She opened her sleepy eyes and
snapped ,
"What is it, son? Why did you wake me up?"
I knew she wasn't sleepwalking, so I quickly made up an excuse. After thinking for
a moment, I said I was bitten by mosquitoes. My mother scolded me severely, but she still got up, lit mosquito coils, and covered me with another blanket. I pulled back
the blanket and ran to the bathroom, using my hands as a wife and the toilet as a womb.
The next day, I rushed to the library to look up information. I searched for ages in the medical section before finally finding a book called "A
Brief Analysis of Mental Illness." Damn, a brief analysis? It was as thick as two or three bricks! I quickly looked through it, and an old man
next to me gestured at the book, praising my eagerness to learn at such a young age. I retorted irritably that I was
mentally ill . The old man nonchalantly stood up and quickly walked away. I
continued searching and found a section on sleepwalking, which listed many symptoms, some caused by extreme fright or
nervous tension. I took notes, noting several cases similar to my mother's.
Patient A, due to childhood sexual abuse, experienced sleepwalking at night after daytime suggestions;
Patient B, due to remorseful actions, experienced sleepwalking at night when feeling uneasy;
Patient D, experienced sleepwalking due to overwork and nervous weakness. My mother had all three of these cases. The
reason I sleepwalked the night I had sex with my mother, I thought about it for a while. One reason was the sounds of sex next door,
and the other
was that I went shopping that day, taking care of my grandmother and helping relatives with shopping, which made my mother unusually tired. I think all of this is the reason for my mother's sleepwalking.
When my father saw my mother sleepwalking, one reason was
the lewd noises , and another reason was that my mother sleepwalked when she was tired. These deductions made me realize everything! Now,
my beautiful mother can wait for her son to cure her illness, but it's my illness, my lustful illness, my incestuous lustful illness!!!
Walking out of the library, I saw the old man from before. I happily went over and hugged him, kissing his
face repeatedly, scaring him so much that he kept shouting that I was crazy. I patted his bald head and ran away.
A few days later, my uncle came from the countryside again, accompanied by my cousin Xiaolian. Wow, this little girl
is very pretty, with beautiful big eyes like flowers, lively and cute black pupils, sparkling. A cute little nose...
The girl had a small, smiling mouth like her mother's, with pearly white teeth, though one was missing a canine, making her look even more
childish adorable. Her hair was tied in a small ponytail. I felt she looked less like my aunt and more like my mother—a miniature
version of her, probably inheriting genes from the women in my mother's family.
When she saw me, she was a little shy, timidly calling me "cousin." I happily responded to my little
cousin and then pulled her to the room that had been prepared for her to see. She looked delighted,
jumping and bouncing around on the Simmons mattress, her face flushed and delicate, innocent and beautiful. It was then that I realized that
although my little cousin's face was very childish and cute, her full, plump breasts, swaying as she jumped up and down, gave me
a tingling feeling. Damn, she's not even an adult yet! What am I thinking? My penis protested, twitching a few times, and I had to go
to the bathroom. Damn it, why did my uncle bring her? If my aunt had come, I could have threatened her and had sex with her again
.
My little cousin's arrival made our house much livelier. This little girl is very curious; once she got to know me and my mom,
she became incredibly bold, wanting to try everything. After a few days, she played with all the appliances in the house, even breaking a
vacuum cleaner.
One time I went to find her, but she wasn't in her room. I thought she'd gone to my mom's room
to put on makeup again—that little rascal! I went to my mom's door and saw—ah!! My little cousin was taking
several and trying them on, throwing a few on the bed. Her small, round, slightly upturned breasts were exposed, the two pink
nipples clearly visible, as fresh and delicious as peaches. After changing a few outfits, she probably saw me in the makeup mirror
, turning around abruptly. I didn't have time to hide, so I just coughed lightly and quickly walked away.
At dinner, my little cousin looked at me with a grin, her eyes fixed on me, making me blush a little.
Mom didn't notice our expressions. She asked my little cousin how she was doing. My cousin said it was great, but
school would start in a few days, and she was getting bored at home. Mom smiled and suggested we go to Qingling Mountain to have our fortunes told the next day. Her
friend said there was an old master there who was very skilled, and she had been wanting to ask him for a long time. Plus, we could have some fun there; it
was very quiet and not too crowded. My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately agreed. My little cousin nodded happily in
agreement .

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