My father was a three-generation old man who was physically tough, violent, a heavy drinker, and illiterate. Grandfather was with the army, after the liberation of the city settled down.
As a result of his identity, his grandfather was persecuted, stigmatized as a “traitor” and sentenced to 20 years’ imprisonment. No one dared to take care of her. When she was three years old, her grandmother passed away early, and when her grandfather’s accident occurred, she was less than 14 years old.
My father was nearly 30 years old, and was a rebel leader. My father took advantage of the situation and lied to my mother, telling her that she could save my grandfather, so my mother, who had no one to turn to, could only count on a “proletarian working class” rebel leader like my father, and gave her life to him. And in less than a year, he brought me into the world.
My father’s fertility didn’t exceed that of his grandparents, and I was the only one born or passed down single-handedly. My early years were carefree and happy. According to my mother, I was actually not weaned until I was 4 years old, and I had to touch my mother’s breast to fall asleep. My dominance and parental favoritism made even my father back off and kept me in the habit.
By the time I was six years old, my father was no longer in the limelight, but his hegemony in the family was still strong and unshakeable. The family’s situation gradually worsened, and my father’s violence increased, but he still doted on me. My father often came home disillusioned, binge-drinking, often mother punched and kicked, mother against all odds, secretly in tears, but I do not know how to comfort. When my mother failed to meet my demands, I would find a way to express my dissatisfaction to my father. I remember that at that time, there was only a living room and a bedroom in the house, and after my father punched and kicked my mother, he dragged her to the bedroom without avoiding it. My mother’s weakness made me a bully.
Father’s sex is simple and rough, every time you make love, neither caresses and sweet words, the worst but also turn on the bright lights, also do not care that I was lying next to them, the small hands still holding mother’s breasts, it is roughly pressed under the mother’s beautiful face full of tears, pain and suppressed voice from small to large, and from large to small or even the inability to make a sound to be considered finished. My father’s sexual prowess was certain, and my mother was often ordered by my father to spend the night naked, and with barely a minimum of shameful avoidance in my presence. Though still young, I would sneakily watch from the sidelines with interest.
When my father found out, he occasionally reprimanded me, but his mother’s moving flesh made him often mindless of me. My father fell back to sleep when he was finished, and sometimes I would follow my father’s example, pressing my naked body against my mother’s naked and beautiful body and repeating my father’s mechanical actions. At first my mother would silently resist, whispering to scare me, but after my cries woke up my father, the impatient father would often scold my mother or start rough sexual punishment again, my mother’s favor and fear of my father made her finally give up resisting, letting my father and son enjoy her fascinating flesh in different ways, perhaps my mother’s only resistance was the habit of waking up early.
After I started elementary school at the age of 7, I somehow became even more enamored with my mother’s soft, plump, very elastic, perfectly curved 21 year old young breasts, and I surprisingly resumed sucking, without milk, of course, but I felt wonderful. My obligatory lesson before going to sleep was to suck until I was tired and my little hands still wouldn’t let go before I could be quiet. Sometimes my father’s rough sexual behavior woke me up, and a little later I would imitate it, but the dark and soft pubic hairs on my mother’s sacred and mysterious, life-born sanctuary were nothing compared to the wonderful sensations of pressing against my mother’s naked and soft body and sucking and caressing her breasts to my heart’s content to my young self; and the occasional caressing of my mother’s private parts was abandoned because she clenched her legs or changed her position.
I was also interested in my mother’s body, but only to the extent that I wondered how she peed without a penis. The summer I turned 12, I was used to my father and mother having sex around me. But one night, my father drank a lot of wine, I also drank some, my father went to bed and began to violate my mother, my mother resisted a little, my father soon could not, my father began to fight with my mother silently and fiercely resisted, I sat up to avoid their war.
My father knelt beside me and savagely spread my mother’s thighs apart and lifted her lower body almost off the bed, in an instant, my mother lost her ability to resist and helplessly closed her eyes, her body tensed, her gelatinous skin, her delicate curves, and the pained, helpless expression on her beautiful face, left me dumbfounded.
Between her slender thighs, the mysterious exit of my mother’s life was for the first time so clearly and unreservedly revealed to me. God! Under the bright light, I clearly witnessed my father’s not-so-thick but very ugly prick, helplessly stabbing between my mother’s legs, my helpless mother’s hands gripping the bedsheet, and my father unable to let his prick, which was already about to droop, enter my mother’s body.
Suddenly, my father bent one of my mother’s legs up at the knee and pressed one of his own legs flat on the bed, and with his free hand he parted my mother’s private parts so forcefully that I thought my father had cracked open a slit in my mother’s flesh, revealing a small pink groove inside, and a tightly closed fleshy wall on the lower part of the groove! One of my father’s fingers suddenly plunged into it with such force that my mother let out an agonized and suppressed yell, her eyes widened, her muscles tensed, her slender arms gripping the bedsheets exploded with veins, and large teardrops rolled down her pretty face. Father’s roar of triumph, like a great satisfaction, fingers increased movement, mother shook her head in pain, crying “do not”. Finally, my father knelt down and let his prick enter my mother with the help of his hand. He continued for a while before he stopped, and then fell back to sleep, leaving me dumbfounded as I watched my mother curled up all over her body.
The pain-filled and fearful look on my mother’s face made my erect prick feel blocked by something for the first time, and just as I entered the bathroom, I ejaculated all at once! My whole body was relaxed, my heart was fluttering, my mind was shaking, I was floating, and I almost fell down. Later, when I returned to bed and was about to fall asleep, my mother was still letting out occasional bouts of sobbing. Already on my mother’s discipline has a rebellious mind, since then I have a fundamentally wrong self-righteous understanding, think so can be considered a real revenge mother, so longing for my mother to look at me with that fear of the eyes, so hope to repeat the experience of the feeling of that jet, self-righteousness to realize that the prick is the mother’s fear of the best weapon. At a certain age, my father’s sexual activity was not so frequent, and his ability to last was also degraded by his long history of drinking and sex, which greatly reduced my “chances”, but the circumstances of that night have been deeply seared into my memory. Subconsciously, I was still a little afraid of my mother, maybe it was the normal feeling of a child towards an adult, but inside I began to long for a chance to let my mother know my “power” as my father did, and let my mother submit to me as she did to my father.
After a few days of losing my mind, an opportunity brought me down to the abyss. It was Saturday, I stayed home on vacation, and my mother was sick with a high fever and resting at home. When my father came home at noon, he began to drink, and regardless of my mother’s high fever, he dragged her out of bed and ordered her to make wine and food. The mother shakily made a few dishes and then went back to bed, and the roughly fried dishes didn’t taste very good, which caused another scolding from my father. My father wanted me to drink with him, and soon the wine was gone, and my drunken father had to send me to buy wine. When I quickly bought a good wine back home, my father happened to carry pants out of the bedroom.
My father continued to drink to unconsciousness, I also dazed and ready to put the remaining wine back to the bedroom under the bed. Bedroom bed mosquito netting has been lowered tightly closed, I was curious to see the mother’s situation, when I lifted the mosquito netting, the scene on the bed so that I was hot, filled with inexplicable impulse! Just see the head covered with a cold towel has been messily wrapped around the mother’s head, covering the mother’s hair, forehead, eyes, only to reveal a pretty nose, small mouth. Mouth half-open, bright red lips and snow-white teeth mirror each other, sharp chin and beautiful face still have tear marks. Sheets a little messy, it seems that the mother has been unable to resist, wearing a dress was lifted to the neck, panties thrown on the bed, flat belly is only covered with a thin quilt across. Round, full breasts towering proudly, bright red nipples delicate, long legs still retained the “big” shape, buttocks padded with a pillow, the mysterious sanctuary completely out. God, I saw her again! I put the bottle on the corner of the bed, held my breath, and slowly approached her. The slim, silky pubic hair was densely packed in a triangle shape, and below it ended in two tightly closed, plump labia that still bore the marks of my father’s violation. Suddenly, I was a little timid, I gently moved my mother’s calves, my mother did not react; I carefully stretched out my right hand, my fingers touched the labia, my mother also did not react; I gently used two fingers to break open the lips of the two pieces of pussy, revealing a gap, my mother still did not move, I will boldly increase the intensity. The two labia were completely separated by me, a flat, pink and delicate slit was displayed in front of me, I finally saw her again!
I didn’t dare to be as savage as my father, I just used my index finger to probe slowly inside, my mother’s vagina was so tight that I felt difficulty in going further. I hesitated for a moment and decided to push harder. I stared at my mother nervously, fearing that she would suddenly react, so that I didn’t realize that my finger had completely disappeared into her vagina. At this time, I deeply felt my mother’s tight and burning vagina tightly contained my finger, my finger slowly began to pump, my mother did not move, I could not control the sudden force, my mother let out a breathless moan, a moment and then no more. I felt a bit of loss, and a bit of wine to strengthen my courage, I began to be very hard, but my mother’s half-open mouth only occasionally let out a little moan. I started to get angry, there was a feeling in my body that I needed to get it out immediately, my prick started to fill with blood and actually reached a length of 10, which was longer than a finger! I climbed onto the bed and, following my father’s example, knelt between my mother’s legs, took my prick in my hand and thrust it straight down into my cunt. I was so lucky! The glans actually entered most of the way, and I felt that I had found the right position, and my body was uncontrollably trying to push deeper, so much so that I was on top of my mother’s body in a flash. Against all odds, I focused my entire body on my lower body and stabbed my mother deeply and completely, with such force that it made my prick ache.
My mother also let out a moan of pain, but the tight burning adsorption of her vagina stimulated me to near madness, I jerked violently, my face just reached my mother’s breasts, as if there was an evil force guiding me, I took my mother’s left nipple and sucked it hard, my right hand gripped my mother’s right breast and desperately rubbed it, my mother began to let out a pained and suppressed moan, and her whole body tensed up. I could see large teardrops rolling down her pretty face, which spurred me on to greater frenzy and savagery. My prick was moving in and out of my mother’s vagina, going in completely every time, and every twitch brought me an incomparable, exquisite, exciting feeling that I can’t describe in words. After about 200 consecutive strokes, I finally couldn’t resist the extreme stimulation in my lower body, and my searing semen jetted out, completely injecting itself into my mother’s vagina. I couldn’t suppress the sound and fell on top of my mother in exhaustion. I didn’t realize that before I could get up and leave, my mother sensed something was wrong, and she removed the towel covering her eyes, and for a moment, my mother and I looked at each other in all directions, and everything seemed to stand still between heaven and earth! Finally, my mother let out an earth-shattering cry.
I had never heard my mother make such a horrible sound, nor had I ever seen her look so terrible and desperate, so amazingly strong, I was pushed away from her body, and unawares I rolled off the bed with the bottle, which shattered, and I was crushed solidly against the shards of the bottle, bleeding profusely, and screaming in agony. The chaotic sounds in the bedroom woke up my father, he staggered into the bedroom, and saw my mother standing on the side of the bed in a daze, her dress on, her hands clasped to her chest, and I was on the floor, bleeding and screaming, and he immediately punched and kicked my mother without saying a word. The mother in a trance was shaken by my father’s violent beatings, I suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to stop my father and protect my mother, I rushed over to my father and hugged him, and when he hit me, I started to fight back violently, and my father was furious, and I was furious too.
As a young and powerless man, I was no match for him, and I beat him to death in such a way that my father, who had not yet sobered up, beat me to death as well. I don’t know whether it was the blood from the bottle cuts or the blood from my father’s brutal beatings. Father infuriated, picked up a bench to my head, I was stunned, subconsciously lowered my head, hands to block, the bench heavily hit my head, I suddenly black eyes, lost consciousness …… when I woke up, the first thing I saw was full of guilt father, and only then realized is lying in the arms of the mother. I turned my head to look at my mother, but my mother’s eyes averted. I felt my mother’s soft breasts under that thin dress, and it seemed that she had been holding me during my unconsciousness, not even putting on her underwear, sobbing in a low voice. Perhaps it was a family scandal, or my mother’s fear that my father would hurt me, or my mother’s inability to convince anyone of anything, or even more perhaps my mother’s inability to make a complete judgment of my aggression toward her because she was a bit comatose, and we were outwardly at peace with each other.
When it was time to go to bed at night, my mother still had to be naked all over her body for my father to perform his short-lived lustful acts. After father finished and went to sleep, mother still had her eyes open, and I pressed into her as I usually did, and for the first time, mother showed a very frightened expression, her breathing quickened, her hands tightly shielded her body, and her legs were tightly entwined, so that I had no chance at all, and I didn’t dare to be overly indulgent because of the incident at noon. I kissed my mother and whispered in her ear, “I’m sorry, please forgive me.” Though still pressed against my mother, it had been honest. Before I entered the dreamland, my mother finally gradually calmed down, and I was confused to see her silently shedding two lines of tears.
I don’t know whether it was because of the guilt I felt towards my mother that I changed my behavior and became a good boy, taking the initiative to study hard, and in the semester before the preliminary exams, my grades, which usually ranked at the bottom of the class, suddenly began to rocket. My performance seemed to impress my mother, who resumed her habit of taking meticulous care of me and letting me continue to sleep on top of her. The pressure of the preliminary exams forced me to work late into the night and I began to lose sleep, much to my father’s concern. The week before the exams, I was restless, and once after my father finished his “homework” on my mother’s body, I was so agitated that I couldn’t sleep because I kept pressing up and down on her body. Finally, I had an uncontrollable need to vent, and my mother immediately realized that I was trying to spread her legs, and she silently resisted. Our confrontation gradually increased, waking my father, and I was so frightened that I quickly turned down my mother’s body; my father abused my mother for a while, and then went back to sleep again. I began to continue my actions, and the father was again awakened, and in turn he punched and kicked the mother. After the father made snoring noises, I made another move, the mother did not dare to resist any more fiercely, and let me do whatever I wanted, but she did not cooperate with me, so I tossed and turned for a long time and was still unable to get in, but I would never give up. Until almost dawn, the mother finally succumbed to my perseverance, posture magically adjusted a little, I entered smoothly. Mother frowned tightly and looked at father with a pained, nervous expression on her face. I didn’t dare to alarm my father, gently and slowly pumping, I felt my mother’s heart beat dramatically, breathing rapidly, tense.
My mother’s eyes were always watching my father’s movements, and she was very cooperative in allowing me to reach orgasm and ejaculate inside my mother once again, not realizing that I would soon fall asleep peacefully after I had finished venting. With my mother’s cooperation, my insomnia disappeared, and I concentrated on my studies with all my might, and my aggression towards my mother also stopped for the time being. When I entered a major high school with the first grade, the honor brought to the family is I can not predict, family and friends of the blessing of my father greatly happy, although my mother is still evasive to me, but secretly I noticed that she will also show a smile. Once my father in the hotel banquet for friends and relatives to show their satisfaction, my mother specially put on her set of the most beautiful dresses ready to participate in the party, in the bedroom I was once again shocked by my mother’s natural beauty! Mother’s height is 165, the figure is slim and not lose fullness, a head of black flowing long hair, beautiful melon face, gelatinous skin like sculpture in general, fitted dress is set off the fullness of the breasts, legs long and slender. “Mom, I want you!” When I actually face my mother to say this sentence, my mother and I are frozen on the spot. For a few moments my mother walked away without saying a word, and I was devastated, deflated beyond belief, downcast and listless. I told my father that I did not want to go, my father was furious, so he slapped me, my mother was so scared that she rushed to hold my head, my father wanted to vent his anger on my mother, I quickly agreed against my will, and went back to my bedroom bed alone to lie down and stare.
My father had to make arrangements at the hotel first, and since my mother wasn’t going to help him anyway, my father ordered us to get to the hotel on time or he would give me a good time, and after that he went out. I was lying on the bed, my mother looked at me with begging eyes, even coaxing and pleading for me to hurry up and leave, I was listless and relied on the bed, a pitiful look. My mother was anxious, so she wanted to pull me up, I do not obey, resistance mother instead of being pulled down on the bed beside me. I suddenly feel the opportunity to take advantage of, quickly pressed on the mother’s body, the mother seems to understand what, unusually angry, ignore me to go away, I also had to follow out. The celebration took place as scheduled, and the honor I brought with me made me seem to surpass my father in the family. In the evening, my father was so drunk that he was unconscious in bed, and I violated my mother with abandon, who closed her eyes helplessly. My mother’s acquiescence excited me, and I immediately tried to take off her dress. My mother stopped me, and silently removed only her panties, lifting her skirt up to her waist and exposing the lower half of her body, and I took off my pants as fast as I could, pulling out my erect penis, and immediately pressed myself against my mother.
I was still too inexperienced to find the right place, and for the first time my mother used her delicate hands to guide me. My mother’s vagina was very dry, making it very difficult for me to enter, but I had to enter without delay, so I tried my best. As I pumped painstakingly inside my mother’s cunt, she bit her lip and had a pained look of endurance on her face, and I continued pumping without mercy. This time I continued for a long time without ejaculating, my mother got anxious and kept urging me to finish quickly, I felt my mother’s vagina begin to contract rhythmically with the exertion of her body, and for the first time my mother raised her legs up, making my contact with her even closer, I was so excited that I climaxed once again and poured the essence of my life into the warm bed that had once nurtured me. Perhaps because of my mother’s favorable treatment, or perhaps because of the hormones that nourished me, my body began to develop rapidly, and my desire grew stronger, often taking advantage of my father’s drunkenness to violate my mother. My strength made it difficult for my mother to resist, while she was afraid of my father’s discovery and didn’t dare to fight me too fiercely, not to mention that she didn’t dare to make a sound. My experience allowed me to get away with it even when my mother was very uncooperative, and I was able to enter my mother from behind. Sometimes, after my father had finished, I would enter my mother without waiting for him to fall asleep, leaving my mother in shock and pain as she endured my brutal assaults. Sometimes I had trouble ejaculating because of my overindulgence, so I left my penis inside my mother and went to sleep, leaving her in fear for the rest of the night. My father began to notice the changes in my body and drove me into the living room to sleep in a bed by myself, to which I helplessly submitted.
My mother’s intentional avoidance gave me no opportunity to take advantage of the situation. As fate would have it, my grandfather’s rehabilitation brought our family an unexpected and substantial allowance, and we moved into a three-bedroom apartment with him in order to take care of him. Originally living in my father’s ancestral house, with a slight removal of furniture, we locked up and said goodbye to it. I got my own room, and my mother got a good job at the tax office as a result of my grandfather’s rehabilitation. But my father, who had lost his dominant position in the family, took to gambling, and soon the money disappeared like water, and I wisely kept offering to pay all sorts of fees, saving a great deal of private money before the family way broke. My parents’ income was not enough to satisfy my father’s gambling addiction, and when he ran up a large gambling debt, I secretly went to work as a porter in case something happened. My decision was wise; my father was forced to beat up by his creditors, and my grandfather had to pay off his gambling debts for him, only to incur another debt to family and friends. The strong physique I inherited from my father, and my excellent portering work in the harbor earned me a good income, and my excellent grades were the only consolation for the family. Grandfather finally couldn’t stand my father and fell ill and was hospitalized. The high cost of medical care caused my mother to spend her days in tears, while my father gambled even more recklessly and paid no attention to my grandfather’s illness. Grandfather needed an operation, which required high medical expenses, and the family had no savings at all. My grandfather’s appreciation of me and his admirable knowledge made me feel as if I had died for a friend, so I worked desperately. I did the work of three people at a construction site, and my fellow workers admired me, but the pain was unimaginable to an ordinary person, and as a result, my academic performance fell to the ground.
I finally saved enough money to secretly pay for my grandfather’s surgery, and he was saved, but I got all the red lights on my final exams. My mother didn’t understand where my money came from and I didn’t explain, and my bad grades added to my mother’s great misunderstanding of me, so much so that she became agitated and scolded me. My mother’s nonchalant tone upset me, and I felt that I was being blamed for my first contribution to the family. My self-esteem suffered a great deal of damage, and I shut myself off from seeing and caring about anyone. When an injured worker was hospitalized and my grandfather realized what I had done, he asked my mother to thank me. When the mother and touched and ashamed to face me, I was again stupid, but the mother’s resistance to make me actually lost to her thoughts, began to become lonely, in fact, I am thinking, I was aggrieved by the mere use of apologies and active attack to get satisfied is far from making up for, I need is the mother’s complete …… I can’t tell myself, I deliberately estranged from my mother. After the new semester began, I often studied late into the night in order to catch up with my homework. Language was something I hated, and I had no trouble regaining first place in every other subject, but I barely passed the language course. My mother, sensing my displeasure with her, used to beg for my forgiveness, but I was arrogantly unmoved.
One night, I was thinking hard about an essay question, I was lying on the table, I did not know how to write, actually fell asleep. When I woke up, I found a beautiful notebook on the desktop, I was curious to open it, my mother’s beautiful handwriting came to my eyes, but even more exciting is that my mother did a careful analysis of my essay, provided a lot of beautiful ancient poems and phrases and modern literature wonderful description, I was deeply attracted to it, and so the pen came to life. I won a national award for my essay, which gave me a special affection for that notebook. Going forward, the problems I needed to solve were often written down in the notebook at night, and I would come home from school the next day with the answers, and of course, more hints and pointers. This special exchange between my mother and I was of great benefit to me, and my language became my greatest strength instead. In this way, by the time the midterm exams came around, the exchange of notes increased rather than decreased. Normally I had very few words with my mother, but in my heart I felt that I had hurt her, and unconsciously I was filled with reverence and gratitude for her, and my evil desires tended to subside. When my mother wished me another brilliant performance in the midterm exams in her notes, I confidently and mischievously answered no problem and offered no reward. I didn’t care; the glory for my family after I got into a major high school with a record high score was unprecedented. I had just turned fifteen that year, but I was also a young adult of 165 and had a fundamental understanding of ethics and a timidity about transcendence.
When I was organizing the information, I found that my father had sold all the information as waste paper, and I was furious and once again had a fierce conflict with my father. This time, I was completely victorious, my father didn’t dare to make a sound, and even my grandfather and mother didn’t dare to make a sound. When I rushed to the garbage station to find the notebook, but it had long been transported away, I sulked back to my own small room, but was surprised to find the notebook laid out by my pillow, I was so excited that I kissed her softly again and again, carefully turned her over, and re-lived the journey of this year or so. Happiness filled my heart as I flipped to the end and saw what naughty questions I had written down for rewards. Page by page, unconsciously, I continued to flip through the blank pages that followed, feeling another twinge of loss, when I turned to the penultimate page and a small, crisp line came into view, “As you wish.” I froze, because from the handwriting, it was obviously written long ago, and I can’t describe how I felt at that moment, only remembering that I excitedly wrote at the bottom, “Thank you, Mom. Forgive me, okay?” I put it back on the pillow and said to my mother, “Do you want the notebook back?” My mother looked at me with a bit of consternation, her little mouth half-open, her gaze revealing uneasiness, and I looked at her with a firm gaze, not flinching. My mother finally couldn’t resist and had to nod gently, I was so excited that I shouted out, more excited than knowing my grades, my mother’s face revealed uneasiness and she silently walked away. I soon had to continue to do hard labor to earn money because of school fees and my personal plans, and my intense daily labor often caused me to fall asleep after eating when I got home. I had finally saved enough money, and with more than two months left of my long three-month vacation, I took the excuse that my father’s mahjong game at home was too noisy for me to concentrate on my studies, and offered to go back to my father’s ancestral home, the original old house, where I would just be given meals and a change of clothes every day. My father was fine with it, my grandfather supported me, and my mother looked at me pleadingly as if she understood what was going on, uneasy and a little afraid, but she didn’t dare to oppose it, and so the decision was made.
Returning to my old house felt like I ruled the world on my own. To my surprise my mother did not come to bring food, but my grandfather did, and I was very upset. I was disappointed that my father came when my grandfather was not well, but I insisted on not going home, which made my grandfather and father very happy and relieved. After two weeks, I gradually restless, every day hoping for my expected …… one night, stormy, thunder and lightning flash, I died, stood in the rain, let the rainstorm vent my anger, resulting in my fever bedridden. My father brought me food, but despite my fever, he was eager to go home: not to inform his family, but to worry about his mahjong. No one came to see me again in the evening, and the storm continued to rage. I was in bed confused when the front door rattled. A few moments later, when I opened my eyes, a beautiful woman who had been baptized by the rainstorm and whose slender form was exposed stood in front of me, her eyes filled with tears and her plump breasts undulating, obviously the consequence of her haste to get there. After the dress was soaked by the rain, it was tightly attached to the slim and delicate body, holding a hairpin in her hand and letting her hair fall down, and a beautiful hand explored my burning forehead.
My heart’s grievances and touched me to tears, I desperately sat up and hugged my mother tightly, buried his head in that full and very elastic breasts to cry loudly, a while before calming down. I raised my head and mother’s tears, my mother kept comforting me, stroking my head, I snuggled in that warm embrace for a while and went to sleep. When I woke up, it was already night, my mother changed into another set of dress, see me awake, cared to greet me, I nodded gently, said I felt better, my mother let go of her heart. She told me that Grandfather and Father had also come and that I had already had my injection. Grandfather and father were talking to the doctor when they came to see me, and I stretched myself so vigorously that the doctor proudly claimed credit from my father, but Grandfather was still worried and scolded my father, who did not dare to make a sound. Grandfather ordered me to remain in bed and rest, and asked my mother to stay and look after me, so he and my father went back. When I woke up again, it was midnight, and I softly called out, “Mom.” My mother, who had changed her robe, walked from the living room to my bed, her hair draped over her shoulders, her tantalizing flesh hidden and evocative, and I instantly focused my gaze on her attractive body. Half a day before stupidly asked: “I have not eaten?” Mother “puffed” and laughed. That pure and delicate face colorful as flowers, I can not hold back, a get up, it will be defenseless mother hugged on the bed, retaliation pressed her hands, the mother panic, can not move, I mischievous mouth kiss on the mother’s mouth, the mother frightened desperately dodge, so we broke out “kissing” big challenge!
When I succeeded in forcing a kiss on my mother’s head by restraining her with both hands, I did not give it up easily, so that it was difficult for both my mother and me to breathe, and when I released my hands, we were both panting with exhaustion. Mother covered her small mouth with her hand, and I immediately began to undo her nightgown, when mother stopped me and said to me pleadingly, “Don’t do that.” I ignored it, and my mother suddenly shushed me, saying, “Someone’s there!” I was too scared to move immediately, and my mother took the opportunity to get out of my grip and run out of the bedroom. I went to the living room in fear, and found no one there; I shouted for my grandfather and father, and each of them answered, and my mother disappeared, so I realized that I had been taken in, but I was not angry. My mother came out of the kitchen with a glass of milk in her hand, and I pressed forward with ill intent. My mother dodged back in fear, saying “no”, and I forced her against the wall. My whole body close to the mother, the mother hands holding the cup, desperately trying to separate me, I want to grab the cup, the mother refused to let go, I picked up the mother, striding towards the bedroom, the mother closed her eyes, shaking, began to cry. When I threw my mother onto the bed, I didn’t make a move and watched her quietly. My mother opened her eyes and kept pleading with me, I kissed her tenderly and my mother did not resist. I easily removed the cup and my mother clutched her body, shivering, her eyes not daring to open. I undressed, knelt beside her and took her into my arms, my mother shivered terribly, but I did not intrude. Finally my mother opened her eyes, and I stunned her by deliberately revealing the tired scars on my body. These scars were from my hard labor, and I usually didn’t care about them, but I didn’t know that they would be such a shock to my mother.
My mother gently stroked my bruises and asked me heartily, “Does it hurt?” I shook my head as my mother hugged me and began to sob, I hugged my mother back and let her cry on my shoulder. My mother weakly stopped crying and I began to undo her pajamas for her, and in a few moments she was down to her panties. My mother’s death grip on her panties left me with nothing to do unless I resorted to violence. I stopped still and looked at her with begging eyes and said, “Mom, didn’t you promise me what I wanted?” Mother began to cry again, and I kept kissing her eyes and teardrops and stroking her slippery back. Gradually my mother’s crying changed to intermittent sobbing, and her tense and tight body had softened, I tried to take off her panties, and my mother still wouldn’t let go, I lowered my head, gently kissed the little hand that guarded the panties that were pulling on them in a death grip, and then kissed my mother’s ear, and said, “Mom, have you forgiven me? I love you.” I did not expect my mother to hug me at once, and cried out again, I can only keep comforting her. Gradually my mother quieted down in my arms, I went to take off my mother’s shorts again, my mother just filed me like a sign, and then she cooperated and let me hold her to take off her panties. I put my mother flat on the bed, carefully admiring the young beauty of the mother’s entire flawless body: firm breasts more and more plump, coupled with a slim waist and flat belly, sexy hips, long legs, especially the mother’s gelatinous skin, so that when I stroked my mother felt that she was simply a fine and incomparable work of art, I could not help but let out a sigh of admiration: “Mom, you’re so beautiful! I couldn’t help but exclaim, “Mom, you’re so beautiful!” Mother’s beautiful face through the delicate red, more and more charming.
I was finally about to explode, I parted my mother’s legs and pressed up against her body, my prick, which had developed to 15, could not wait to enter. My mother sighed softly, spread her legs even further and raised her hips, my prick immediately finding the right entrance. But my mother’s cunt was still so tight that I eagerly lifted my lower body and pressed down hard against the opening, the thick glans barely entering, and my mother let out a whimper of pain. “Be gentle, okay?” Mother begged me. I stopped to kiss my mother and kept asking her if she was in pain, my mother nodded, but then clung to my waist, biting her lip and strongly signaling me to continue. I pushed in as hard as I could, and it all went in at once, and my mother’s eyes widened, her eyebrows furrowed, tendons showed on her slender neck, a muffled grunt escaped her throat, and tears came to her eyes. I do not dare to jerk, tenderly and mother kiss, mother silently and my tongue intertwined. I couldn’t hold back and began to twitch as my mother sucked my mouth in a death grip and clung to my neck again, in desperate agony. The pleasure in my lower body made me uncontrollably increase my strength and rhythm, but my mother’s vagina was too small and still dry, and she finally couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. I could not care less, I desperately vented my long suppressed resentment, my mother shook her head in pain, trying to push me away from her, I held her waist, every time I pumped my prick almost out of and all the way in, the extreme pleasure and my mother’s pain made me almost unable to hold on. After holding on for more than 20 minutes, I felt I was going to explode, I held my mother’s body hard and pressed tightly against her, she probably sensed that I was going to ejaculate and desperately raised her hips as well. As I concentrated my whole body’s energy in my thrusts, my mother’s pain reached its extreme, and when I finally pressed down on her body in exhaustion, she was unable to moan.
I kissed my mother tenderly and gratefully, and she responded positively, once again arousing my virility, once again making love, and it lasted for almost an hour. Mother was no longer able to cooperate with me, let me enjoy her charming flesh, I finally embraced my mother, contentedly went to sleep. The next day, I woke up early in the morning, I was tossed nearly a night of the mother’s physical strength is obviously not as good as me, still in a deep sleep, vaguely visible tear stains on the face with the beautiful face, like the “rain after the pear blossom” as. I lovingly kissed, do not dare to disturb her, alone to get up, the spirit of a hundred times, but suddenly feel hungry, they went out to buy breakfast. When I returned home, Iren had long disappeared, mother rushed to work, I was disappointed. My father came over to visit, saw me listless, then asked me if I was better, I was inspired, then offered to ask my mother to come over to take care of me, my father readily agreed. I did not dare to reveal my inner ecstasy and went back to my bedroom to rest as if for a show, and my father left in due course. When my mother returned from work and talked to me as if we were negotiating, I wanted my mother to continue to stay with me, but she said, “No.” “Didn’t you promise me?” Mother said, “I only did it to encourage you, and I also fulfilled the promise, you should be satisfied.” I begged my mother bitterly, and when she finally wept and begged me to let her go, I roared in desperation and anger, “Would you rather put up with your father’s rudeness than stay with me?” My mother looked at me helplessly and begged me that she would stay as long as I would not violate her again, and I reluctantly agreed.
Mother moved over to live with me, but I soon let my desire to vent all the time, my mother constantly resisted, so that I can not easily get, but I do not know that this gives me more intense stimulation, my battlefield soon developed from the bed to the kitchen, living room, bathroom …… I was incredibly happy to be in the company of my mother for a whole month, lovemaking The number of times I made love reached a staggering several hundred times. But my grandfather’s growing weakness forced me to let my mother go. From then on, for the rest of the month or so, my mother did not come back. I also had to push down my desires and settle down to my studies. When I moved back home before the start of the school year, I realized that something had happened at home that surprised me – my mother was pregnant! My father had three generations of single-parent families, so he could have another child under the policy, and he was proud of his miracle of breaking through the single-parent lineage; my grandfather, in consideration of my father’s situation, had always hoped that my mother would have another child, but my mother revealed that she didn’t want to have another child, and my father and grandfather firmly refused to agree to it.
At night, I was doing my homework when my mother crept into my room and communicated with me with a pen; she asked me to find a way to persuade my father and grandfather to let her have an abortion. I was puzzled because I also wanted a brother or sister. My mother seemed to have an unspeakable grievance, but she was evasive and refused to speak frankly, and failed to convince me. When I reassured my mother that I would take good care of her, she hugged me and began to cry, telling me that this child was my crystallization and that she was scared. I was stunned at first, but seeing my mother’s helpless look, I had an idea in my mind. I asked my mother, “Mother, are you willing to give birth to a child for me? This is our child, and no matter what, I will take care of him for the rest of my life.” Mother finally stopped insisting on abortion under my constant comfort and reassurance. Mother’s pregnancy had temporarily converted Father, and Grandfather had begun to exercise for this unexpected little grandchild. We took care of Mother in every way, and for the sake of the child’s fetus, Grandfather and Father went to the ancestral home to play their mahjong, with Father returning only occasionally for a visit. My mother, who looked fuller and more attractive because of her pregnancy, was difficult for me to hold on to, and she was somehow completely submissive to me, allowing me to violate her carefully. Perhaps this was also a treatment that father did not enjoy, much to my amusement.
My father was disappointed when my mother’s belly grew bigger and bigger every day, and when she finally gave birth to a beautiful girl in October. But the girl immediately became the center of attention for me and my grandfather and mother, and my mother’s face became even more appealing with her blissful motherly love. I secretly shared my mother’s sweet milk with my sister and began to violate her again at the earliest safe date. My father’s impatience with my sister’s cries and frequent tantrums, and my grandfather’s smoking only made it possible to transfer my sister to the safety of my bedroom, where I gave my mother and sister my bed and slept in my own marching bed, and often helped my hard-working mother take care of my sister in the middle of the night when she cried and screamed. Of course, my mother, who had become more and more beautiful and compelling after giving birth, did her best to reward me by voluntarily cooperating with me and giving me unprecedented sexual fulfillment. Imagine when my mother and I made love next to my beautiful sister, my mother’s tenderness was not only full of lover-like charm, but also more of a maternal tenderness. And my father’s needs were few and far between, only occasionally knocking on the door in the middle of the night to ask my mother to come over and keep her company, and then letting her back in when she was done, and again often thwarted by my deliberately letting my sister’s crying get in the way. My mother also found out my secret, but was grateful for it, and in turn, turned out to repay me. I love my mother even more, and I have made a conscious effort to make her enjoy sex.
Under my nourishment, my mother’s charms were at their peak. My mother and I often stayed in the most intimate contact when together we looked happily at our sleeping sister aside, and my mother began to close her eyes and enjoy my sex with her, reaching orgasm more and more often, making me wrongly believe that we were a happy family of three. The happy days seemed to end when my sister was a year old and my grandfather’s passing forced me to move into his room. My father seemed to have resumed his rule and began to beat and abuse my mother again. But strong as I was, I could protect my mother, and my father’s outbursts caused my mother to often run to my room in the middle of the night with my sister in her arms for refuge, with bruises that made me love her, and my mother more aggressively turned on me for comfort. My mother began to break with my father completely, and my father was driven back to the original house by the efforts of my mother and me. My father was determined not to come to visit me, and in this way he indulged me completely.
I didn’t want my mother to get pregnant again, and when my mother told me about the result and told me that, in addition to my sister, she was also my daughter, and that this time it was me who sowed the seed, I was stunned, but on second thought, this was the result of course, because I knew that my father hadn’t come to visit my mother for more than half a year, let alone to have sex. I accompanied my mother to have an abortion in secret, she was sterilized, and we began to live happily ever after.
When I later met my beloved wife and married her, my mother became intentionally distant. But my relationship with my mother was more than just sex, because my love for her always came first and was irreplaceable in my life.