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This article is titled “Where There Is No Room” because the word “no room” has two meanings.
The first one is: to take the meaning of intimate and intimate.
Second: Hell. In the Buddhist scriptures, there is the so-called “Infernal Hell”, in which the guilty suffer for billions of years. This article is used as a metaphor to describe the suffering of mother and son, which is like being in hell and can never be relieved.
Of course, the name came to me by accident, so I hope you’ll forgive me if it doesn’t make sense.
He had his first physical relationship with his mom when he was thirteen.
His own father died when he was still very young, and his beautiful young mother took him to marry a lewd and vicious man who was an alcoholic.
There are two things this man likes to do when he’s drunk.
Hit him and fuck his mom.
That day too, drunken, alcoholic men punched and kicked him and whipped him with thin canes as soon as he walked in the door. His body was soon covered in blue and purple bloodstains.
Just as the pain was about to become unbearable, mom, who had been sobbing, suddenly walked over to the man and quickly removed all her clothes.
The great contrast between his mother’s snow-white dazzling flesh and the forlorn and sad eyes made his heart stop beating in that instant.
The man’s eyes glowed like a wolf’s all at once, and he threw down the cane and pounced on his mom, thrusting that ugly rod into her almost immediately.
Mom got down on the floor and threw her ass up in the air for the man to enter from behind.
He lay on the floor and could clearly see his mom clenching her teeth and grunting, a look of pain and crying showing on her face. Mom’s snow-white breasts were pressed underneath her, squeezed into a flat shape.
Just then, he saw his mom staring at his lower body, her expression suddenly becoming rigid, and following her gaze, he realized that his crotch was bulging high, and what was inside was so hard that it was on the verge of bursting.
The man was quickly out of it, and in gasping for breath at the sight of him, the man let out a sudden sneer and walked over to him and pulled him behind his mom.
It was the first time he’d ever gotten a clear view of his mother’s snowy, round ass from such a close distance, and between the woman’s legs, the wet hairs hid the wide-open mouth of her crimson cavern, with a sliver of whitish liquid hanging from it.
The sultry and lewd scene made his lips dry and his breath catch.
Just then the man ripped off his pants, and the teenager’s boyish penis, was rising to incredible proportions as the man smiled lewdly and ordered him to shove his prick inside his mother’s hole.
Neither mother nor son resisted as he obediently held his mother’s round white ass, and he could feel her trembling as they made contact with a smooth, soft touch from underneath his palms, as he did himself.
Mom shook violently as he thrust. His movements were violent, but within a few strokes he stiffened his body.
His mind went blank at the launch, just a strong sense of the dampness and warmth of his mom’s hole. The next thing he knew he was on his mom’s back.
The man let out a lewd laugh as he watched this.
“Little dicks don’t help at all.” He said this and went to his room to sleep himself.
He stayed on his mom’s back like that, his hands plowing up her heavy breasts from underneath, the sound of her wailing sobs in his ears.
He tried to speak, but stayed silent, feeling the softness of his mom’s breasts in his hands.
It was the first time he’d ever had sex with a woman, and the object was his own mother.
After that incident with his mom, there wasn’t much noticeable change in his life. He was still beaten often, and the house was still as dead as usual. But now every time he saw his mom, his eyes kept seeing the woman’s plump flesh through her coat.
When he looked at his mom, she always avoided his fiery gaze.
His mood was in a state of depression every day.
One night in March, he came home from a night out. As soon as he pushed open the door, he heard men’s lustful laughter and his mother’s crying coming from the inner room, which was a very common thing, but that’s when he suddenly felt extremely cynical.
Grabbing the stick behind the door, he walked into his mom’s bedroom.
Mom lay on the bed, her snow white thighs grasped by the man and entered in the old man’s position, neither of them noticing his entrance.
For some unknown reason, his mom let out a scream of extreme pain, a scream that made him boil with rage.
He raised the wooden stick and with a roar, aimed a hard blow at the back of the man’s head, and after the heavy blow, the man glared back at him, trying to snatch the stick out of his hand.
At this point the mom desperately clamped her legs around his waist and screamed for him to leave. But he took this opportunity to hit the man on the head with a series of sticks, and the man finally fainted.
He threw down his stick and jumped to his mom’s side.
Mom stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly hugged him and cried, her ample breasts rubbing against his chest.
At that moment he felt a strong urge, he stood up and pinned his mom down and kissed her mouth with his mouth, she struggled to get her head away and he rubbed his lips over her ears, cheeks and the top of her neck.
Then mom suddenly twisted her head back and kissed him on the lips. Mom’s tongue, reached into his mouth and stirred, and he responded enthusiastically with his tongue, the movements quickly going from rusty to skillful. He quickly removed his tunic, while his palm covered mom’s bulging mound, which immediately felt a wetness.
He looked down to try and get his cock into his mom’s fleshy hole, which was full of dull red as far as the eye could see, and from which blood was still seeping out.
He looked up at his mom’s face in horror, but there was nothing particularly special about her other than her cheeks looking paler than usual.
“Never mind, it’s a woman’s monthly cycle.” Mom said, hooking her legs around his hips and bringing them forward as hard as she could, his cock was sheathed at once, and a look of mixed pain and pleasure rose to Mom’s face.
“Does it hurt?” He couldn’t help but ask.
Mom’s face shone with a sultry glow, “Move!” Mom said.
Neither man spoke again, just silently going through the motions of the machinery.
This time he lasted much longer than the last time, coming twice more after the first time, but staying in the initial position. Both were soaked, a mixture of blood and lust gushing from mom’s flowery hole running down his thighs and onto the floor.
When he finally let go of his mom’s thighs, he was tired but feeling very happy, and that’s when he finally remembered the man lying on the floor. He reached for the man, but he didn’t move a muscle, and he put his hand under the man’s nose, only to realize that he had stopped breathing a long time ago.
He suddenly hemmed and hawed.
The man’s body was quickly encased and buried a day later.
He and his mother declared to the public that it was he who had died of a violent illness, and although the neighbors thought it was a bit sudden, no one suspected it.
No one came to offer condolences, the man had no relatives and everyone hated him.
The night after burying the man, he sat in the living room with his mom.
“As of today.” He said, looking at his mother with unabashed lust in his eyes.
Mom stood up expressionlessly and walked into the bathroom, and when she walked out twenty minutes later she was naked, her freshly bathed white pattering flesh a mixture of holiness and lust at the same time.
“This is the last time, and from now on we’ll still be mother and son.”
With those words mom hugged him tightly, her big beautiful eyes so wet they were dripping.
“Is it the last time? Then I’ll do it desperately!”
He greedily kneaded his mom’s full breasts, watching the snow-white softness contort under the five-finger squeeze, the hard brown nipples sticking out from his fingers. He used so much force that Mom moaned in pain, but had no intention of stopping him, instead silently reaching down to remove his pants.
This time he was thrusting standing up, and at fourteen, his body not fully developed, he was about the same height as his mom, and the two were well coordinated in terms of body position.
Intercourse in such a position, with just a gentle wiggle of his hips, had a noticeable effect, and for the first time, Mom moaned under his thrusts, not loudly, but with a stronger effect than even the strongest of aphrodisiacs.
Soon he felt a strong contraction in his mom’s hole, then a hot stream poured over his mushroom head and he couldn’t control it. By this time mom’s face was flushed red, her body was marringly leaning against his, and the air was filled with the aroma of fluids flowing from a woman’s bottom.
He strained to pick up his mom, whose body was as soft as a sheep, and put it on the tea , and put his own head between his mom s legs to look at the place where he was born, and a strong tawdry smell came to his nose. On the inside of the still trembling snow white thighs, he saw the mysterious garden clearly for the first time, the thick hairs were many and long, extending from the belly to the asshole of the backyard, and the deep buttock groove was also covered with fine and bright black hairs.
He pushed aside with his fingers the clumps of weeds that had been wetted and stuck together, and saw the purple-brown lips of fat flesh drooping, which he jokingly pulled apart to either side, and then was surprised to see the tender pink flesh inside, moisturized and shiny, and the lascivious beauty of it shook him to his core.
Instinctively, he ran his lips over the wall of flesh that showed its demonic magic, his mother’s body shuddering violently as his tongue scraped over the tender flesh.
He swept upwards along this red valley and unexpectedly saw a bud of flesh at the top that looked like a pinky finger, he touched the tip of the bud lightly with his tongue and felt his mom’s body move vigorously. He wrapped his tongue around this bud of flesh and sucked it into his mouth, biting the root with his teeth and sucking hard. Immediately, from his ears came his mom’s startled cry, and her two fat thighs clamped down on his head in a deadly grip.
Two minutes later a hot stream of water shot out sharply from his mom’s muddy flowery hole, hitting him in the face and body. He loosened his teeth and let the little bud retract, sucking greedily on the fishy-smelling liquid himself.
Mom is paralyzed on the tea , snow white flesh pillowed with messy hair underneath, her chest rising and falling haphazardly, radiating an incomparably lewd and charming manner.
Shortly afterward, he tried to leave, but his mom held him back: “It’s the last time.”
He leaned over and looked into his mom s eyes, and the two of them stared at each other without words, and then he saw big, crystalline tears running down his mom s snowy cheeks and onto the tea .
He entered mom once again.
He shot six times that day and when he was done mom didn’t get out of bed for two days.
On the third day he went out to the house and when he came back at noon he saw that his mom had made dinner and was waiting for him.
“You’re back, son.” Mom emphasized the word “son”.
He stood in the doorway for a moment in silence : “Yes, I’m back, mom.”
A year had passed quickly, and he and his mom had maintained a normal mother-son relationship, neither one of them mentioning what had happened before, as if nothing had happened between mother and son.
Throughout the year mom was her usual self and still rarely had a smile on her face.
But he changed, his body began to develop, he grew seven centimeters in a year, and now he looked as if he were tall and strong as a man.
It wasn’t just that that had changed; his life had changed in essence.
He did not go to school after completing junior high school, but hung out on the streets and made a group of friends who made a living by stealing, extorting, and charging protection fees, and then went on to live a life of luxury after they got the money.
In their small gang, he is the deserved boss, not only because he looks strong, but also because he never fights to the death, people in the neighborhood know him by the nickname of “betting on life”.
His mom knew something about him too, but she didn’t talk about him. Mother and son usually avoided each other, except for those few inevitable encounters throughout the day.
It was a sweltering afternoon on a May day when he came home from outside.
It was around noon that day that he offered another gang in the neighborhood to go it alone that night to settle some disputes between them. These men were professional thugs, and he didn’t know if he would be able to come back alive to see his mother after he went out for the night.
That afternoon he sat in his bedroom and watched the sun set outside his window. As the sun was about to set he jerked up and after stripping off what was left of his pants, he walked out of his room to find his mom.
Mom is in the kitchen to prepare dinner for him, the weather is very hot, mom is only wearing a thin shirt, through the fine gauze can see mom’s bra straps and white back. Looking at his mom’s back, his whole body shivered violently, and then he jumped up and hugged his mom.
Mom struggled to a degree he hadn’t reckoned on, and all the chopped vegetables on the runner were knocked off the floor, and in the confusion Mom grabbed the cleaver and slashed at him, and he didn’t dodge, and the cleaver skewed when it was about to slice him in the face, and it left a deep gash in his arm, and blood gushed out.
Mom let out a gasp at the sight of blood, and while she was distracted he pinned her to the runner.
“I’m your mom, why would you do something like that?”
“I don’t want you to be my mom.”
“But I am indeed your mom!”
“Not when I’m dead you’re not, and I’ll be dead tonight.”
Mom looked at him in surprise and stopped struggling all of a sudden.
“Is it tonight?”
“Yeah!” He said, “It’s good to be dead.”
After saying this he ripped off the thin shirt on his mom, and peeled off the panties under her short skirt, the soulful snow-white flesh was once again displayed in front of him. He reached out his hand to touch as if he did not believe it, still so soft, emitting a strong aroma of flesh, the place where he touched became hot, mom’s eyes are lost.
The knot in his throat moved up and down as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, suddenly letting out an animalistic roar before entering without any foreplay, but mom’s petals had already bloomed and were overflowing with nectar.
At first his thrusts were violent, with a crisp “pop” as the two bodies collided, but soon he slowed down to a very slow but rhythmic thrust.
Mom swayed to his rhythm, her round ass writhing on the runner, a sweet humming sound escaping her mouth.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window, and the soft golden light fell on his mother’s body and face, and for a moment he felt a strong shock of beauty.
After launching himself inside his mom, he brought the medicine and had her sit on the runners to bandage his arm wounds, at which point he looked at the large, bulbous breasts dangling below his eyes, with their large purple nipples and areolas. He suddenly grabbed one breast and put the nipple in his mouth and sucked on it while fondling the other.
Mom asked him, “Do you want more?”
“And wanting it, wanting it every day, wanting it for the rest of my life.” He said.
His mom bandaged him up and with all his strength he took her in his arms and she hugged him back.
He could feel a warm droplet of water sliding down his shoulder, but when their bodies parted, he saw a smile on his mom’s face.
He went back to his room to get dressed and walked back to the kitchen where his mom was still sitting, the sunset was gone and it was dark outside the window.
He picked up the cleaver and put it in his arms, and before he left the house he turned to his mother and said, “If I don’t die, I want you to be my woman for the rest of your life.”
He didn’t die that night.
He was alone against six or seven other men, each of whom was older and better at fighting than he was.
He was stabbed seven times, one of which went through the side of his neck and almost severed the main artery in his neck, but as if God had blessed him, he miraculously did not die.
The result of this battle was that all seven men of the other side were wounded, and three of them were crippled for life, while he was only laid up in the hospital for two days.
The doctor actually recommended that he stay in the hospital for a few more days, but he couldn’t wait to get home.
The day he was discharged from the hospital his mom came to pick him up, she was wearing a sky blue sleeveless one-piece dress with light makeup and a pair of thin-heeled high heels that made him doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo.
They called a cab home, and in the car mom kept him in her arms, his head resting on her chest, feeling the elasticity of her breasts.
He quietly reached under the seat and slipped his hand up his mom’s skirt, unexpectedly feeling the soft warm hairs in a flash Mom wasn’t wearing any panties under her skirt.
He looked up at his mom, who had a beautiful blush on her face, but her legs were clamped tightly around his hand. He just kept his hand there and didn’t move, experiencing the warmth and tightness. The feeling of bliss hit him and he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness in his head, so he fell asleep with his mom’s breasts on his head like this.
When he woke up again, he was in his own home, his mother was cooking in the kitchen, and a gust of wind carried the aroma of his favorite braised pork and his mother’s soft singing voice.
He listened to the song and suddenly burst into tears.
When he went to bed at night, he took off his pants and waited for his mom to come, but she didn’t come. Anxious, he walked to his mom’s bedroom and found her already in bed, looking at him in surprise at seeing him come.
“Why don’t you come over?” He said, “Be my woman and stay with me no matter what.”
Mom gazed at him and nodded: “But not tonight. You can’t do that kind of thing until you’re healed.”
He let out a giggle, “You’re still talking like my mom.”
“I’m your woman and your mom.”
He laughed happily, “Yes!” He replied loudly and both of them laughed.
He went over and took off his shoes and lay down next to his mom and was soon asleep.
He woke up at dawn and heard soft breathing in his ears, so he immediately realized that his mother was lying beside him.
This is the past few years and his mother together in a bed through the night, smelling the end of the nose from the strong fragrance of the woman’s body, looking at the sleeping mother’s peaceful and calm posture, a novel feeling in his heart rose, he suddenly felt that the heavens are really not bad for him.
However, good luck was still to come, a big gangster heard of his bravery and sent someone to pull him into the gang, and he gladly joined. Although he is no longer as desperate as he used to be, he is still very fierce and everyone is afraid of him.
Soon, he became a well-known up-and-comer in Taiwan’s dark society. That year, he had just turned sixteen.
He is now the chief assassin of his club, the Hall of Execution, and he has an amazing talent for the use of weapons, yet more importantly he has a calmness beyond his years. This quality has saved his life on many occasions and has led to his growing position in the gang.
He’s starting to look strong in front of his mom, too.
One night, six months later, he came home after running an errand in the south, having just killed a man and feeling a little tired, and couldn’t wait to see his mom.
After pushing open the door he saw his mom sitting in the living room watching TV, wearing a very sexy style robe, and saw him come back to help him get things and put the bath water.
“Wash with me!”
“I already washed it.” Mom said with a red face.
For some reason, after being his woman for so long, mom always resisted being naked in front of him.
“Wash again.”
This slightly commanding tone was one he commonly used when speaking to his opponents, and he was satisfied to see his mom succumbing to it as much as anyone else.
He sat in the tub and watched his mother stand there, slightly shyly removing her robe, rarely before had he had such a good opportunity to admire her body from so close, her flesh more voluptuous than before, but not deformed, her pear shaped breasts bulging against her chest.
He perked up and at his gesture, his mom sat in his arms and the two of them dipped into the warm water together.
“Am I too fat?”
“What’s your current circumference?”
“35D, 29, 36.”
“It’s normal.”
“Don’t you think the waist is a little thick and the ass is too big?”
“Have I ever told you that I like women with big asses?”
“That’s all you know how to do is make mommy happy.”
Answering that statement was a long, passionate kiss, and the two joined right inside the bath.
One weekend soon after, it was mom’s 37th birthday.
He was supposed to go out to celebrate, but his mom insisted on spending this birthday at home.
Dinner wasn’t a huge meal, but it was made with all of his favorites. As they ate, the two bodies were folded together, and he took the food in his mouth to cross over, which was very sweet for both of them.
After the dinner, which took three hours, the two went back to the bathroom together.
In the bathroom, Mom removed the shower head and handed him the hose.
“Wash the dirt inside my asshole for me.”
“What’s the sudden urge to do this?”
“You can help me wash it first.”
Mom crouched over the tub and bucked her ass up toward him. He picked up the hose and shoved the front end into Mom’s anus, he had never done this before and felt her anus was tight.
After stuffing in a small section of hose, which he figured wouldn’t fall off, he twisted the faucet open and Mom let out a muffled grunt.
“Is it going to be tight? Does it hurt.”
Cold sweat oozed from Mom’s body, but she shook her head to signal to continue.
After a while mom shouted to stop, he pulled out the hose, “Puff” sound, just filled in the water is now like a fountain shot out, the water has turned yellow, with a fishy smell.
Then another colonic was done, and this time the water that came out was lighter in color and odor.
After the colonic was over he and his mom took a shower together and then he carried her to the bedroom.
“It’s mom’s birthday, and as a son I want to comfort her.”
On the bed mom stopped his caresses: “Wait a minute, today I want you to penetrate here.”
Mom was in a dog-like position on the bed, fingering her anus: “I want to give you everything.”
“Everything you are has been mine for a long time.”
“But my virginity was taken from me by someone else, and I didn’t save it for the man I love most. So I’m going to save my virginity back there for him.”
“┅┅”
“If you don’t want it, I’ll think you resent me.”
“I know.”
When he finished he started thrusting hard, hard because mom’s anus was so tight it was impossible to get in, he tried to give up but mom stopped him.
After ten minutes of tossing and turning between the two, the front end of the huge mushroom head finally entered, but it still wouldn’t budge, and it was only after a few more moments that he began to try to pump slowly, and mom began to wiggle her ass to meet it.
“Does it hurt?”
“It’s like paralyzed.” Mom panted in reply, shaking her ass more vigorously.
He felt the pain too, that unprecedented tension thrilling him, and the sight of his mother crouched on the bed, clenching her teeth to endure it, goose bumps appearing on her back in agony, raised in him the pride that is characteristic of a conqueror.
After he had vented in his mom’s rectum, both of them collapsed on the bed exhausted, as if they were deflated.
“So tired! It does seem just like that time.” Mom murmured.
“When?”
“The first time I lost my virginity.”
He didn’t say anything as his mom suddenly pressed against him, her warm lips pressing against his ear : “Now I’m yours for everything.”
The answer to that was another deep thrust, and after an indeterminate amount of time, in the midst of extreme exhaustion, they crossed their arms and fell asleep.
The next day he was awakened in his sleep by a strange and strong odor, he looked around to find the source of the odor, and finally spread his mother’s thighs on top of him, and finally discovered that the odor was from the liquid coming out of his mother’s anus, which was the semen that he had poured into her body yesterday.
By this time mom was also awakened by his actions, and he couldn’t help but laugh when he saw her make a face like she was frowning and sniffing something. In the midst of his laughter he carried his mom into the bathroom and carefully washed her smelly and still sore body with warm water before going out himself and throwing away the sheet.
When he was on Christmas vacation, he decided to take his mom to Hong Kong for a few days.
He told Uncle Kwon about the idea and he agreed.
Uncle Kwon is the big gangster who brought him formally into the triad society and treats him like his own son. Uncle Kwon is very powerful in Taiwan and Hong Kong.
“Why do you like being with mom so much?” Uncle Kwon asked with a smile.
He smiled and didn’t answer.
Mom looked excited as she packed her bags and hit the road.
“Why so happy?”
“I never thought before that I would ever be this happy again.”
He smiled and took his mom’s shoulder: “Mom, I’m going to have a few days of fun with you this time.”
Mom smiled and nodded in agreement.
As soon as they got off the plane, people from Hong Kong were already waiting at the airport, and they were surprised when they saw him, because they didn’t think that the “life gambler” who has been shaking up Taipei in the past few years was such a young teenager, but when they saw the cold glint in his eyes, they immediately understood that he wasn’t just making up for his reputation.
They drove straight to the Hilton Hotel in a luxurious Benz motorhome, where an expensive luxury suite had been reserved for him.
Despite the view of Victoria Harbor from the floor-to-ceiling windows, they didn’t leave their room for the first three days in Hong Kong. The two of them made love day and night, trying all sorts of positions, exhausted but still not giving up.
“Do you think I’m slutty?” Mom asked.
“Will. But I like you kinky.” He answered this.
Three days later when they finally decided to go out.
“I was really tired and didn’t want to go out, but it’s too much to go back to Hong Kong without doing anything.”
“Did we really do nothing?”
Mom laughed and smacked him on the head, a move that used to be common when Mom hadn’t been his woman yet, and now made him feel the duality of the woman in front of him even more genuinely.
He helped his mom with her makeup, and when it came time to choose her outfit, he had her wear a modestly styled jacket and a pair of semi-high heels.
“Don’t wear those sexy clothes, I don’t like my wife being stared at.”
But he wouldn’t let his mom wear underwear under her clothes.
“I want to make out with you whenever I can.”
They went shopping together and explored the beautiful sights of Hong Kong. All day long, his mom held his arm like a little bird, and sweet happiness filled his heart.
Sex is present all the time, and as long as there’s no one nearby, he’s got his hands in his mom’s arms or underwear. The two kissed on top of a mountain, flirted in a restaurant, and made love in a movie theater.
By the end of the night they returned to the hotel for another night of flirtatious entanglements.
They also spent Christmas Eve of that New Year’s in Hong Kong. Mom prepared wine and snacks and they made love while watching TV.
He had already fired twice, and now he was attacking his mom for the third time, and she was writhing like a snake beneath him, letting out lustful moans.
Soon his body was straight and motionless, the muscles in his mom’s face contorted and she was shaking all over.
“AH… AH…” Mom screamed and fainted as she let out her hot cum, her limbs and lips cold, and a cold sweat seeping from the tip of her nose.
Mom was on top of him when she woke up, her fingers tracing mindless circles on his bare chest.
“Comfortable?”
Mom blushed, fingers into a fist gently pounded him: “You this bad thing, all day long know how to bully mom.”
“You don’t like it? I won’t bully you if you don’t like it.”
Mom hit him again, this time much harder.
“Ouch! Mom you’re really underhanded, be careful you won’t have a husband if you beat me to death.”
“Beat you to death, beat you to death and I’ll have another one.”
After these words, there was a sudden silence between the two men.
“Mom…”
“Will you let me give you a child?”
“But…”
“I’ve dreamed of giving you a child.”
Mom held his head and cried.
“Give me a child, please.”
He looked at the roof for a long time and then said, “Mom, give me a baby!”
Mom cried tears of joy: “Okay, don’t cry like that! Don’t cry like that, if you want to give birth, you have to do it first!”
He picked up his mom and placed her on his waist as she squirmed desperately.
When they returned to Taiwan two days later, Mom wore very heavy makeup to barely hide the shadow of her deserted eyes.
Two and a half months later, his mom couldn’t contain her joy as she handed him a hospital lab report.
“About two months pregnant and due in mid-October of this year.”
It’s still hot in October, and mom’s belly reaches its maximum at this time of year.
He had a lot on his plate right now, as he had become the youngest supervisor ever in the Criminal Hall, and often had official business to attend to. But whenever he had time, he would stay at home with his mom.
He accompanied his mother for a checkup at four months, and then every other month, in addition to the usual items necessary for pregnant women, the mother had to undergo some special tests to see if the child would have any congenital disabilities, and every time the doctor told them that nothing was wrong and not to worry.
After pregnancy, the mom became plumper, more short-tempered than before, and sometimes cried for no reason, probably because she cared too much about the baby. When mom was hysterical, he would hold her tightly in his arms until she calmed down.
They didn’t sleep in separate beds, but they never had sex either, and sometimes he couldn’t stand to hold it in, so he secretly hid inside the bathroom by himself to masturbate. However he didn’t go to another woman. He felt as if he could slightly ease his mom’s pain by suffering all this.
Mom knows all this too, and sometimes, when she sees that he’s depressed and going crazy, she offers to come and do it with him once, but he refuses.
“You’re an advanced maternal age, you can’t help but pay more attention than other pregnant women.”
Eventually the two reached a compromise that when it was too much to bear, he could be helped by his mom with her hands and mouth.
Still, on the morning of October 3rd, they broke their fast.
That day in his sleep, he felt something stroking the top of his rod, and when he reflexively wrenched his eyes open, he saw his mom’s gentle smiling face overflowing with pity.
“You must have suffered a lot for a while.” Mom said, one hand reaching into his underwear and gently rubbing it, “I woke up this morning and saw how big it had gotten, poor boy.”
Mom’s fingers slid gently and soon he exploded in her hand.
He suddenly kissed his mom on the lips, and the two of them engaged in a long kiss that seemed like a century. Mom’s lips were on fire, and their tongues were entwined in an expression of love that words could not express.
When it was too much to bear he suddenly broke away from his mom’s embrace and both of them gasped violently. Suddenly mom once again swooped in and hugged him, tightening and never letting go.
“Do it once!”
“No…”
“I can’t take it anymore, now that the baby’s skull is growing hard, the doctor has said it doesn’t matter.”
“┅┅”
“Do it once, can’t stand it anymore, it’s like a million bugs crawling inside.”
Mom reached down and removed his panties, placing his hand between her legs, and he tentatively placed one finger at the doorway to the garden, immediately feeling a burst of fire erupting from deep within her flesh, as her hole opened and closed, its fat petals entangling and tempting his finger. When he pulled his finger out, it brought up a thin, unceasing stream of lustful, silvery water.
The two lay on their sides on the bed, mom curled up and he held one of her legs later thrusting in from below. They were entangled in such a strange position so as not to touch the baby in mom’s stomach.
A light shudder ran through both of them as he thrust, followed by a long sigh of relief together. He pumped slowly, yet he could still clearly feel the sharp contractions in the walls of his mom’s hole.
Mom’s feet wiggled in front of him, and he saw her alabaster slender paws flexing and popping straight all at once, and he was suddenly surprised to find that her feet were so beautiful, with five slender toes topped by fleshy toes, adorned with shell-like nails. He couldn’t help but take the toes in his mouth and suck on them.
At his wanton play, Mom let out a long moan, and they climbed to orgasm in a steady stream of soulful cries.
Less than ten days after this sex, mom was admitted to the hospital because of a seizure. The doctor told him that although the mother was having her second child, she had to have a cesarean section because she was of advanced maternal age. He waited outside the delivery room for four hours with anxiety, feeling more pain than when he was in a life-and-death struggle with those men, like a prisoner awaiting execution.
Finally, a smiling nurse came out to inform him: “mother and daughter are safe”, then he realized that he was already covered in cold sweat, and then he saw his mother lying in the car was pushed out by the nurse, his mother’s face was pale but could not hide the smile.
He followed the car and held his mother’s hand, which was cold. At that moment he heard his mom whisper to him, “I am the happiest woman in the world.”
“Me too.” He replied without hesitation.
Now he’s a family man.
Of course outside of the house he and his mom still referred to each other as mother and son, and his daughter was said to be his sister, but he did feel a sense of responsibility as a man.
On this day he handed his mom a two million dollar bankbook.
“What is it?”
“I opened an account for you and my daughter at the bank, and I’ll be depositing money into it every month from now on.”
“Why are you giving me these things?”
“Don’t ask, just put it away.”
He is now an important member of the gang, and his name “Life Betting Boy” has been recognized as the most powerful man in the world. He also has his own group of close friends, because he knows that he is living in the darkness, enemies everywhere, at any time and any place may encounter unforeseen dangers. However, before this danger comes, he must take care of his wife and daughter.
“Quit it! We’ll live in peace.” Mom whispered to him as she snuggled into his arms.
“It can’t be backed out anymore.”
With those words he took his mom’s nipple and sucked on it, and she pressed his head hard against her unusually full breasts from being in the midst of breastfeeding and let out an exuberant squeal of arousal from her mouth.
Milk with a milky taste rushed into his mouth, white milk running down the corners of his mouth, and twenty years after the fact, he once again tasted the sweetness of his mother’s milk.
They make love fiercely, with both parties giving their all, for such days of bliss may one day come to a sudden end.
One day in mid-July, Uncle Kwon asked him to head up a deal to buy heroin from a group of Thais.
The transaction took place in a warehouse on the outskirts of the city at night. When they took out the money and were about to exchange the goods with the Thais, the lights suddenly went on all around them, and a large number of police officers, including the Thais in disguise, pulled out their guns and pointed them at them.
He did not make unnecessary resistance, this time he lost completely, the other party knows him like the back of his hand. He immediately realized who had betrayed him, except for Uncle Quan, no one else knew about his action.
He was sentenced to life imprisonment without parole for drug trafficking and murder.
Three days later his mom came to see him in jail with her almost one year old daughter in her arms.
“Use the amount of money I gave you.”
“That sum of money has been taken by Uncle Kwon’s men.” Mom said to him through the glass.
For the next three years after that, his mom would visit him every month or two, and each time they stared at each other through the glass, and there was so much they couldn’t say, and didn’t need to say, in front of the supervisors.
“Your sister is fine now, I didn’t bring her because of the trouble.”
“What do you do now?”
“I work as a maid for a rich family, I’m a little tired, but I’m getting by.”
“How are you doing now?”
“Good! Can’t you see I’ve gained weight now.”
“I can just tell you’re haggard and tired.” He yelled through the glass, “What the fuck are you doing now?”
Mom suddenly cried out in pain and covered her face as she quickly left.
Mom didn’t come for three months after this departure, and in the third month he decided to break out of prison.
Every week a manure truck would come to the prison’s toilets to fill them with inmates’ feces, and that day he hid in the pit and sneaked into the truck to escape.
He’d been hiding out for a few days, and after getting his hands on a gun and other essentials, and knowing where his mom was now, he was seething with rage.
The biggest bar in Uncle Kwon’s neighborhood is called “Taste of Honey”, which is Uncle Kwon’s property, and Uncle Kwon himself is a regular customer here, coming here every few days to have fun.
That night Uncle Kwon came again with several of his generals, but the usual smile was absent from his face, and he looked grave.
“Just ask Chien, Lulu, Ching and the others to come and stay with us, we have a meeting today, don’t come in and disturb.”
The maitre d’ nodded in agreement and ushered the few of them and the lady into a large luxurious room, closing the door behind them before walking out.
“The man is out, what to do?”
They anxiously discussed their plans, occasionally toying with the coolly dressed ladies sitting beside them to relieve the pressure.
At that moment the door to the room burst open and a man walked in.
“Bet your life boy!” Someone screamed, and a few of the bodyguards tried to draw their guns, but the moment their hands moved they had already been shot by him.
Soon the only person left alive in the field besides those few ladies was Uncle Quan.
Uncle Kwon wasn’t very alarmed as he suddenly drew his gun and aimed it at the lady sitting next to him.
“Don’t move, I’ll kill this woman if you do.”
Uncle Kwon said as he hid behind this woman and grabbed the woman’s hair from behind, the woman’s head was pulled back, revealing the woman’s face that had been hidden in the shadows.
He gazed at the woman, though heavily made up, though dressed in erotically revealing clothes he had never seen before, he knew with just one look that this was the woman he had longed for.
For the past three years, Mom has been the barmaid here.
“Put the gun down or I’ll kill your mom!”
Without hesitation, he threw the gun to the ground.
“Take off all your clothes, I know you guys definitely have more than one gun on you.”
He stripped himself naked in three tries.
“Brat, you’ve grown quite strong, these years in prison haven’t dragged you thin.”
Uncle Kwon sneered in triumph, now that he had complete control of the field.
“Too bad you’re still too young, I know you guys love your old mom the most and have held her back all these years.”
Uncle Kwon said as he pulled off the thin clothing that would have been insufficient to cover Mom’s body. Mom was wearing no underwear underneath, her huge breasts hung down like searchlights on her chest, her crotch was shaved of black hair, and her purple flower lips were gently quivering.
“Great tits, I didn’t think your mom would be quite a slut at her age.”
Hearing such talk, mom closed her eyes and two lines of tears rolled down her snowy cheeks.
He could not stop staring at his mom’s naked body. The once rounded belly was now flabby, her breasts were bigger than before but had lost their elasticity, and the heavy makeup couldn’t hide her emaciated face.
A few years of upside down days and nights of selling and laughing had greatly damaged Mom’s health.
The only thing that hadn’t changed was the gentle, strong, uncomplaining look in his mom’s eyes when she looked at him.
He looked at his mom’s naked body and his lower body suddenly hardened into an erection.
“Bastard, you see that my old lady wants to get laid, don’t you? I’ll let you have a real good time today.”
Uncle Kwon said, putting his mom on the table and pointing his gun at him.
“Brat, I’ll give you a chance to fuck my mom today, come on, if you don’t stick it in I’ll shoot you right away!”
He didn’t answer, just looked at his mom, who looked at him, her eyes showing undisguised desire.
He lunged onto his mom, who naturally lifted both legs up and over his shoulders.
In this instant, the past events from the same year swept through his heart, he remembered the first time he made love to his mom, he was also forced to make love to his mom, at that time, he never thought that his mom, who loved him the most when he was a child, would turn out to be his wife.
He began to pump vigorously, and Mom skillfully wriggled her body to meet it. Mom moaned loudly as if no one else was there during the frequent slamming of her body.
“Ah… ah… ah… ah… good son… quick… quick…”
Mom grabbed his hand and guided him to caress the already wet and slippery peach orchard resort. Returning to his old haunts, he greedily stroked his mom’s long-lost flesh beneath him.
“A… ah… left… go in a little more… ah…”
My fingers explored, and a familiar sensation came from my fingertips. Downward, downward, reaching the chrysanthemum that had given the first pleasure… suddenly touching something strange… pulling it out… “Yes… yes… yes… that’s it… harder… harder… harder… ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah…”
Mom screamed, her face muscles trembling violently, drops of sweat falling as a mixture of pain and pleasure danced with lust in her eyes.
Suddenly, he yelled up to the sky, “I love you… mom…”
Tears raged from his eyes as he leaned over and pressed his face against his mom’s, who stuck out her tongue and licked and sucked his tears.
“Boy… I love you so much… You’re such a good son to mom… Come on… Come on…”
The young ladies hiding in the sidelines saw this intense coitus between mother and son, all overwhelmed at a loss for words, and Uncle Kwon also looked straight in the eyes, and only after a long time did he wake up to the fact that he should take advantage of this opportunity to remove this big trouble in his heart.
“Seeing you guys so intoxicated, I’ll give you a ride!” Saying this under his breath, Uncle Quan reluctantly raised the gun in his hand.
At the very moment of pulling the trigger, Uncle Kwon saw in the sights that one of his hands that had been resting on his mom’s crotch was raised, and in that hand, a short knife stained with a red and yellow paste, but still glittering with a cold light, was held.
With a “whoosh” sound, the short knife flew out of his hand and plunged into the center of Uncle Quan’s forehead.
He looked at Uncle Kwon’s incredulous open mouth.
“How could… this…” said Uncle Kwon and broke off.
He glanced at Uncle Kwon’s body and redirected his eyes back to his mom’s shaking body beneath him.
The white tablecloth at mom’s crotch leaked bright red blood, the knife, pulled from mom’s anus.
“You’ve suffered, Mom!”
He dropped to his knees and kissed his mom’s bleeding asshole door, licking off the blood and filth that had been pulled out with the knife.
“Don’t lick… come in… fuck me…”
He resumed his motion of intercourse with his mom, who moaned louder.
“Hurry… hurry… ah… ah… no more…”
With a long hiss, a spring of pleasure gushed from his mom’s bottom and hit his chest.
“I love you! I love you so much! My man.”
He leaned down and picked her up in the mating position, letting her fat white thighs clamp around his waist, and walked out the door of the Taste of Honey bar in that position, putting her in the back seat of a Toyota Camry and taking the driver’s seat himself.
“Mom, we’re finally together again.”
Three days later, late at night on the beach, he hugged his mother and held his daughter aboard a small freighter that was destined for Yokohama.
After the freighter set sail, he took his mom in his arms and stood on the deck watching the fading lights of the shore.
The four-year-old daughter was playing on the sidelines.
“I told everyone on this ship you were my wife.”
“Won’t they be suspicious?”
“Suspect what?”
“We’re so far apart in age.”
“It doesn’t matter, I’ve told them that you’re ten years older than me.”
“I’m afraid it’s more than ten, and now… I’m afraid it’s more than twenty…”
“I’m not afraid, it is said that many Japanese wives are older than the men.”
“Japan…”
“Japan is a very nice country, and no one knows us there, and when we get there, we’ll be free… then, we’ll be good at everything…”
“Yes?”
“My brothers in Japan say that men like me are needed there, and this time I won’t miss a beat.”
“You still can’t quit?”
“Do you want me to quit?”
“I’ll follow you in anything you do.”
“I won’t let you mother and son suffer any longer.” His arms pushed harder, holding his mom close.
Mom turned around and hugged him tightly, “I want you.”
“Are you okay there?”
“Never mind.”
“Okay, let’s go to our room.”
“I want to be here.”
“Good.”
He lay back on the deck, letting his mom crouch on top of him, and then thrusting gently, the two of them close together.
He gently pushed: “Is it comfortable?”
“Is my place… is it loose?”
“┅┅”
“Go ahead! It doesn’t matter.”
“It’s a lie to say I don’t have one, but I don’t care, the women in this world… I only want you in my life.”
Mom suddenly squirmed wildly.
“What are you doing? Be careful of the wound…”
“Don’t… never mind… please… let me come once in a while!”
Mom gasped, sharp nails, piercing into his shoulder.
“Mom… does it hurt?”
“It hurts… it hurts so much… ah ah ah ah… but… it’s so good!”
Their daughter sat beside them, her big, dark eyes looking at them with curiosity, reaching out her little hand to touch her mother’s sweaty, smooth, white skin that glistened in the moonlight.
Mom’s whole body spasmed the moment his daughter’s hand touched her naked back, and he felt the sharp twitching of her flowery hole.
Blood and lust ran down together, moistening his thighs as he anxiously watched his mother’s face, which was devoid of pain, only overflowing with sweetness and happiness.
The two men, still embracing, lay together after their passion.
“I’m so proud to have had such a good son like you in my life.”
“I’m content to have a good mom like you.”
“There’s something I’ve never said, but I really want to say it now.”
“You say.”
“I have you for a man, and I’ve never regretted it.”
The latter words were not said again as he lowered his head and kissed his mom on her cherry colored lips.
The two stayed in that position for who knows how long, and Mom winced as the ocean breeze blew across her bare skin.
“Ah, it’s cold!”
“Let’s go inside!”
“Kids catch cold easily, so carry your daughter inside first, then come and carry me.”
“Yes!”
Mom watched as he picked up his daughter and walked into the cabin. Holding on to the handrail herself, she slowly stood up and looked out at the moonlit sea like scales.
She then quickly flipped over the railing and jumped into the rippling sea.
The sea was cold, pushing against her body, reminding her of her son’s embrace… what a warm embrace… but unfortunately it would never be hers again… She closed her eyes and fell into that deep, bottomless abyss.
There were no morals, no ethics, no sons, no mothers, just a woman’s endless love for a man…
As her consciousness gradually blurred, she suddenly felt despondent… she really wanted to be held by him again… just then an arm suddenly embraced her from behind.
A strong, familiar feeling…
But how did it get here?
She looked back in surprise to see a familiar, young, handsome face. There was no expression on this face, only the endless truth that showed from the eyes that gazed into hers.
“Why… are you… here?”
“Where you are, I will be there,” he said, “I won’t let you be alone; if you want to live, we will live together; if you want to die, I won’t let you die alone.”
“I… you… but, I’m sorry…”
“You’ve never done me wrong.”
“I’m already a wreck, don’t you care? I remember you didn’t even want anyone to see my body.”
“I care…”
“Ah! …”
“… so I don’t want to hear you say such things again.”
“But I’m old, I’m not good enough for you, and I’m afraid to… afraid to think… afraid to think of you holding another woman.”
“Mom, I love you no less than you love me, you can’t live without me, the same way I can’t live without you.” His anticipation rarely became excited: “There may be many, many beautiful women in this world, but I only have one mom.”
Hearing such a confession, mom suddenly stopped struggling, and mom closed her arms around him and hugged him tightly.
“Stop trying to kill yourself, Mom! If you die, I won’t live.”
“I know now, let’s go back to the boat, I’m not going to kill myself again!” Mom wept and smiled.
Upon hearing this, he then looked off into the distance as if he remembered something, and his mom followed his gaze.
Not far away a ship faded away, the very same small freighter they were traveling on.
The two men looked at each other in disbelief and suddenly let out a loud laugh together.
“There’s no going back, the ship has sailed.”
“After all these years of raising you, how come you’re still this stupid?” Mom asked with a smile.
“It’s not because mom is also a stupid woman,” he replied with a smile in return, “I was in such a hurry that as soon as I saw you jump, I threw my daughter down and followed.”
“Poor our daughter doesn’t have a mom and dad.”
“There’s no use talking about it now, Mom, I want to stick my dick inside you when I die.”
“Yes!”
“I’ve got a hard-on.”
“ah… ah… ah… harder… harder… ah…”
The bright moonlight fell gently on the bodies of the mother and son who were hugging each other tightly in this endless sea. Although death was just around the corner, yet there was no hard feeling in their hearts.
What else is there to pursue in life, as long as there is a person with whom one can cling to in the vast sea, as long as one can be with that person?
It was at this time that they suddenly saw the freighter, which had gone away, turning its head around and coming toward them.
A sailor on night watch, who came on deck after hearing the shrill cries of a child in the night air, finally realized that the two passengers carried on board the freighter had fallen overboard, and turned the helm, reversed course, and proceeded with the work of rescue.
As the freighter approached the two fallen men, ready to throw out the lifebuoys, the sailors on deck were amazed to see, in the swirling moonlit sea, the couple, who did not resemble a husband and wife at all, making love intensely, with the wife’s thighs wrapped around her husband’s body, letting out a soulful cry of delight, while the husband laughed out loud and gazed up into the sky in the direction of the ship’s approach.
That sky was still dark, but it wouldn’t be long before a glorious sunrise rose in the direction of the advance.
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