Grandmother passed away early, friends and relatives were afraid to avoid mother, no one dared to take care of mother, father took advantage of the opportunity to enter, lied to mother that she could save grandfather, no one to rely on mother, can only count on father, such as proletarian working class rebel leader, so he gave his body to the promise.
Mother almost all the characteristics of a small family in the south of the river, grandfather’s family can be said to be a family of books, mother was deeply Tao, know how to read and reason, and that year, known as the local flower of the grandmother, the small beauty given to the mother, the mother is better than the blue and blue, grandfather, grandmother, all the excellent conditions without omission, all were inherited by the mother, even if it is to the present judgmental eyes, when the mother was also Even judging from today’s perspective, my mother was one of the few beautiful girls I have ever seen.
However, God often does not like perfect, innate conditions of unparalleled superiority is completely spoiled by the cold reality.
Father is a typical northern people, three generations only, physical tough, grumpy, and is illiterate a, extremely good cup.
Grandfather had joined the People’s Liberation Army (PLA) and settled in the city after liberating it with his troops.
My father’s pugnacity was the essence of his rebellion and was given to him by the particular times of the day, and judging by the present, not to be disrespectful of me, my father was absolutely useless.
The union of maternal grandfather and grandmother was of the old husband and young wife type, with maternal grandmother passing away early when mother was only three years old; and mother was just under fourteen years old when her grandfather’s accident occurred.
My father was nearly 30 at the time, a minor leader of the rebels, I believe, and the only ability I admired was the ability to be legally married to such a young mother and to bring me into the world in less than a year.
Perhaps God was unwilling to be gracious, and my father’s fertility did not exceed that of his grandparents.
For as long as I can remember, maybe 3 years old, the single pass has been used to my advantage, and the crying skill has made it perfect.
As far as I can remember, except for the occasional failure to collect in the presence of my father, I never failed to do so in the presence of my mother.
And after a few run-ins with his father, he even learned to turn on his mother.
I have no memories of being punished by my mother, and I have to admit that my early childhood years were times of carefree bliss.
According to my mother, I actually wasn’t weaned until I was 4 years old and I had to touch my mother’s breast to fall asleep.
My dominance and my parents’ favoritism, where even my father backed off, kept me in the habit.
By the time I was six years old, my father was no longer in the limelight, but his hegemonic position in the family was still firm and unshakeable.
The family’s situation gradually deteriorated, and my father’s violence increased, but he still doted on me.
My father often came home disillusioned, binge-drinking and then punching and kicking my mother, who, against all odds, wept in secret, but I didn’t know how to comfort her.
When my mother failed to meet my demands, I had a way of letting my father express my dissatisfaction.
I remember when the family only had a living room and a bedroom, and after my father punched and kicked my mother, he dragged her to the bedroom and didn’t avoid it.
My mother’s weakness and deceitfulness made me a little bully.
Father’s sex is simple and rough, every time you make love, neither caresses and sweet words, the worst still have to turn on the light, also do not care that I was lying next to them, the small hands still holding mother’s breasts, it is roughly crushed underneath my 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 little more than a minimum of shameful avoidance in my presence.
Though still young, I would sneakily watch with interest from the sidelines.
When my father found out, he occasionally scolded me, but his mother’s moving flesh made him tend to ignore me.
My father fell back to sleep when he was done, and sometimes I would do as my father did, pressing myself naked against my mother’s naked and beautiful body and repeating my father’s mechanical movements.
At first my mother would silently resist, whispering to scare me, but after my crying woke my father up, my 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 charming flesh in different ways, perhaps my mother’s only resistance was the habit of waking up early.
After I started elementary school at age 7, I somehow became even more enamored with my mother’s soft, plump, very elastic, perfectly curved 21-year-old breasts, and I surprisingly resumed sucking on my breasts, without milk, of course, but I felt wonderful.
My pre-sleep ritual is to suck until I’m tired and my little hands still won’t let go until I’m quiet.
Sometimes my father’s rough sexual behavior woke me up, and I would imitate it a little later, but the dark, soft pubic hairs on my mother’s sacred, mysterious, life-giving place were nothing compared to the wonderful sensations of sucking and caressing my mother’s breasts as I pressed myself against her naked, soft body; and the occasional caress of my mother’s privates was abandoned because she clenched her legs or changed her position.
I’ve also expressed interest in my mother’s body, but only with curiosity about things like how she pees without a penis.
I had just turned 12 that summer, and by that time, I had become accustomed to the sexual affairs of my father and mother beside me.
But one night my father drank a lot of wine, and I drank some, and as soon as my father got into bed he began to violate my mother, and my mother resisted a little, and my father soon could not, and my exasperated father began to wrestle with my mother in a silent but fierce resistance, and I sat up and stood up in order 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, my mother’s mysterious exit of life was for the first time so clearly and unreservedly displayed in front of me.
Day! Under the bright light, I clearly witnessed my father’s not-so-thick but ugly prick, impotently stabbing continuously between my mother’s legs, my helpless mother’s hands gripping the bedsheets, and my father’s inability to get his prick, which was already about to sag, inside 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, suppressed cry, her eyes flaring, her muscles tensing, her slender arms gripping the bedsheets bursting into bruises, and large teardrops rolling down her pretty face.
The father growled in triumph, as if greatly satisfied, and his fingers increased their motion as the mother shook her head repeatedly in pain, crying out no.
Finally, my father knelt and let his prick enter my mother with the help of his hand, and he lasted for a while before he stopped and then fell back to sleep, leaving me dumbfounded as I watched my mother curled up all over.
The pain-filled and fearful look on my mother’s face made my erect prick feel for the first time that it was blocked by something, and just as I entered the bathroom, all at once I ejected! My whole body went slack, my heart fluttered, my mind shook, I floated and almost fell.
Later when I was back in bed and about to fall asleep, my mother was still letting out occasional bouts of sobbing.
I had already rebelled against my mother’s discipline, and from then on, I had a fundamentally wrong self-righteous understanding that this was the only way to really get back at my mother, so eager for my mother to look at me with that fearful gaze, so wishing to repeat the sensation of that jet, and thinking that I realized that the penis was the best weapon to make my mother fearful.
At a certain age, my father’s sexual encounters were less frequent, and his staying power had deteriorated due to a long history of drinking and sex, greatly reducing my opportunities, but that night has been burned into my memory.
Subconsciously, I was still a little afraid of my mother, perhaps a normal feeling a child has for an adult, but inside I was beginning to crave beyond belief the opportunity to show my mother how good I was like my father had done, to make my mother as submissive as she had been to my father.
After a few days of losing my mind, an opportunity brought me down to the abyss.
It was a Saturday, I stayed home on vacation and my mother was home sick with a high fever.
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.
After shakily cooking a few alcoholic dishes, my mother went back to bed, and the roughly fried dishes didn’t taste very good, prompting another tirade of abuse from my father.
My father wanted me to keep him company, and soon the wine ran out, and my drunken father had to send me off to buy it.
When I quickly returned home after buying the wine, my father happened to come out of the bedroom with his pants.
My father continued to binge drink until he was unconscious, and I was groggy and ready to put the rest of the wine back under the bedroom bed.
Bedroom bed mosquito net has been put down tightly closed, I was curious to see the mother’s situation, when I lifted the mosquito net, the scene on the bed let me brake the body 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.
The mouth was half-open, the bright red lips and snow-white, neat teeth shining against each other, and there were still traces of tears on the sharp chin and the pretty face.
The sheets were a bit disheveled, and it appeared that her mother was powerless to resist, wearing a dress that was lifted up to her neck, her panties thrown over the bed, and a thin quilt covering only a thin blanket across her flat belly.
The round, plump breasts stood tall and proud, the bright red nipples dainty, and the long, slender legs still retained their wide zigzag shape, with a pillow under the hips, holding that mysterious sanctuary completely out.
Boy, did I see 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 her father’s violation.
Suddenly, I was a little timid, I gently moved my mother’s calves, my mother did not respond; I carefully stretched out my right hand, my fingers touched the labia, my mother also did not respond; I gently used two fingers to break open the two labia, revealing a slit, my mother still did not move, so I was bold enough to increase the intensity.
The two pussy lips were completely parted by me, and a flat, pink and delicate slit was displayed in front of me, and I finally saw her again! I didn’t dare to be as savage as my father, I only used my index finger to probe slowly inside, my mother’s vagina was so tight that I felt difficulty in going further.
I hesitated and decided to push, and I stared nervously at my mother, fearing that she would react so suddenly that I wouldn’t realize it until after my finger was completely inside my vagina.
At this point, I deeply felt my mother’s tight and burning cunt tightly containing 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 later and then no more.
With a bit of a sense of loss and a bit of wine to bolster my courage, I began to push very hard, but only the occasional moan escaped my mother’s half-open little mouth.
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 my 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 vagina.
I was so lucky! The glans actually entered most of the way, and I felt that I had found the right spot, and my body was uncontrollably trying to push deeper, so much so that I was on top of my mother in a flash.
Against all odds, I focused my entire body on my lower body, impaling my mother deeply and completely, with such force that my prick ached.
My mother also let out a moan of pain, but the tight burning adsorption of my mother’s vagina stimulated me to a near frenzy, and I jerked violently, my face just reaching my mother’s breasts, as if there was a sinister force guiding me, as I took my mother’s left nipple and sucked it hard, my right hand gripped my mother’s right breast and rubbed it desperately, and my mother began to let out a painful and suppressed moan, her whole body tensing up.
I saw 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 fully each time, and each twitch brought me an overwhelmingly 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 a sound and slumped over my mother in exhaustion.
I didn’t realize that before I could get up and leave, my mother sensed that something was wrong, and she removed the towel covering her eyes, and for a moment, my mother and I looked at each other, 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, that I was pushed away from her body, and taken by surprise I rolled off the bed with the bottle, which shattered, and I was crushed solidly against the shards of the bottle, and blood flowed out, and I let out a scream of agony.
The chaotic sounds in the bedroom woke up my father, who staggered into the bedroom, saw my mother standing beside the bed, dumbfounded, with her dress on and her hands clasped to her chest, while I was on the floor, bleeding and screaming, and immediately punched and kicked my mother without a second thought.
My mother, who was in a trance, staggered at the mercy of my father’s violent beatings, and an inexplicable impulse to stop my father and protect my mother suddenly surged in my heart; I rushed over to my father and hugged him, and when my father missed me, I began to fight back violently, and my father was furious, and I was furious as well.
The young and powerless me is no match for him, I do not care about the way of life and death so that the father has not yet sobered up to beat me to death, I do not know that the bottle cuts and blood, but also some of my father violently beat me and the blood.
My father was infuriated, picked up a bench to my head, I was stunned, subconsciously lowered my head, hands to block, the bench hit my head heavily, I suddenly black eyes, lost consciousness …… When I woke up, the first thing I saw was my father, who was full of guilt, and only then I realized that I was lying in my mother’s arms.
I turned my head to look at my mother, but her gaze averted.
I felt my mother’s soft breasts under her thin dress, and it seemed that she had been holding me the whole time I was unconscious, not even in my underwear, whimpering.
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 perhaps my mother’s inability to make a complete judgment about my aggression toward her because she was in a bit of a coma, 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 for my father to work his short-lived lust.
After my father finished and went to sleep, my mother’s eyes were still open, and I pressed into her as I usually did, and for the first time my mother showed a very frightened expression, her breathing accelerated, her hands were tightly shielding her body, and her legs were tightly entwined, so that I had no chance at all, and I didn’t dare to be too wanton because of the events of the middle of the day.
I kissed my mother and whispered in her ear, I’m sorry, please forgive me.
It was still pressed against his mother, but it had been honest.
Before I entered the land of dreams, my mother finally gradually calmed down, and I was confused to see her silently shedding two lines of tears.
I don’t know if it was because I felt guilty about my mother, but I changed my behavior, became a good boy, and took the initiative to study hard, and in the semester before the first exam, my grades, which were usually at the bottom of my class, suddenly began to rocket up.
My behavior seemed to impress my mother, who resumed her habit of caring for me without fail and of letting me continue to sleep on top of her.
My father was very worried when the pressure of the preliminary exams forced me to study late into the night and I began to lose sleep.
The week before my first exam, I was restless, and once after my father finished his homework on top of my mother, I was so annoyed that I couldn’t sleep because I kept pressing up and turning down on her body.
Finally, I had the unquenchable need to lash out, and my mother immediately realized that I was trying to spread her legs, and she silently resisted.
Our confrontation gradually increased, awakening my father, and I was so frightened that I quickly turned down my mother’s body, and my father trolled my mother for a while before going back to sleep again.
I began to move on, and my father was awakened again, and in turn, he punched and kicked my mother.
After my father made a snoring sound, I acted again, my mother didn’t dare to resist fiercely any more, and let me at my mercy, but not cooperating with me under, I tossed and turned for a long time and still couldn’t get in, but I would never give up.
It wasn’t until almost dawn that my mother finally succumbed to my perseverance, and my posture magically adjusted a bit, and I was well on my way.
The mother frowned tightly and looked at her father with a pained, tense expression on her face.
I didn’t dare startle my father either, and as I pumped gently and slowly, I felt my mother’s heart beat dramatically, her breathing rapid and tense.
My mother, whose eyes were always watching my father’s movements, was very cooperative in allowing me to climax and ejaculate inside my mother once again, not realizing that I would soon fall asleep peacefully after my eruption.
With my mother’s cooperation, my insomnia disappeared in the future, and I concentrated on studying with all my might, and my aggression against my mother stopped for the time being.
When I entered a key middle school with the first grade, the honor it brought to my family was something I could not have predicted, the blessings of my family and friends made my father greatly happy, and my mother, although she still avoided me, secretly I noticed that she would also smile.
Once the father in the hotel banquet for friends and relatives to show that the goodwill, the 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 the mother’s innate beauty! Mother’s height is 165, slim and full figure, a head of black flowing long hair, beautiful melon face, gelatinous skin such as sculpture, well-fitting dress is set off the fullness of the breasts, legs long and slender.
Mom, I want you! Both my mother and I froze in our tracks when I actually opened my mouth to face my mother and said those words.
For a few moments my mother walked away without a word, and I was devastated, deflated beyond measure, downcast and listless.
I told my father that I did not want to go, my father was furious, so he threw me a slap, my mother was so scared that she hurriedly held my head, my father wanted to vent his anger on my mother, I quickly agreed against my will, and went back to the bedroom bed alone to lie down and fret.
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’d show me up, and went out after that.
I lay in bed, my mother looking at me with begging eyes, cajoling and pleading for me to hurry up and get going, and I was listlessly reclining on the bed with a pitiful look on my face.
My mother got anxious and tried to pull me up, but I didn’t comply and resisted, instead my mother was pulled down onto the bed beside me.
I suddenly felt the opportunity to quickly press on my mother’s body, who, as if she understood what was going on, was unusually angry and ignored me to walk away, so I had to follow her out.
The festivities went on as planned, and the honor I brought with me made it seem as if I had surpassed my father in the family.
In the evening, when my father was so drunk that he was unconscious in bed, I violated my mother with abandon, and she closed her eyes helplessly.
My mother’s acquiescence excited me, and I immediately tried to take off her dress, but my mother stopped me, and silently removed only her panties and lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing the lower half of her body, and I took off my pants as fast as I could, and pulled out my erect penis, and immediately pressed it against my mother’s body.
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 dry, making it difficult for me to enter, but it was a desperate struggle to get in.
As I pumped painstakingly inside my mother’s cunt, she bit her lip and had a look of enduring agony 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 to make 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 given birth to me.
Perhaps because of my mother’s preferential treatment, or perhaps because I was nourished by hormones, my body began to develop rapidly, and my desire became more and more intense, often taking advantage of my father’s drunkenness to violate my mother.
My stamina was too much for my mother to resist, and she didn’t dare to fight me too fiercely for fear of her father’s discovery, much less make a sound.
My experience allowed me to get my way every time even when my mother was extremely uncooperative, and I was surprisingly able to enter my mother from behind.
Sometimes when my father was finished, I entered my mother without waiting for him to fall asleep, leaving her terrified and in agony as she endured my rough violation.
I sometimes had difficulty in ejaculating because of my overindulgence, so I let my penis stay inside my mother and went to sleep, leaving her to endure the fear all night long.
My father began to perceive the changes in my body and herded me into the living room to sleep in a bed by myself, to which I helplessly obeyed.
My mother’s intentional avoidance gave me no chance.
As fate would have it, my grandfather’s vindication led to an unexpected and sizable allowance for our family, and we moved into a three-bedroom apartment with him in order to care for him.
Originally inhabited by my father’s ancestral home, 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 because of my grandfather’s vindication.
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 money for my private savings before the family way broke down.
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 fight 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 my family.
Grandfather finally couldn’t stand his father and fell ill and was hospitalized.
The high cost of medical care made his mother spend her days in tears, and his father gambled even more recklessly, paying no attention to his grandfather’s illness.
My grandfather needed surgery, which required a high medical bill, and the family had no savings at all.
My grandfather’s appreciation of me and his admirable knowledge made me feel like a man who died for his friends. I worked desperately, I did the work of three people in a construction site, and my fellow workers admired me, but the pain was unimaginable to ordinary people, and as a result, my academic performance was in tatters.
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, to the point that she became agitated and scolded me.
I was so upset by my mother’s nonchalant tone, feeling that I was being blamed for my first contribution to the family, that I suffered a great deal of damage to my self-esteem, and I shut down and did not see or pay attention to anyone.
The hospitalization of an injured worker made my grandfather understand what I had done, and he specifically asked my mother to thank me.
When my mother was touched and ashamed to face me, I was again stupid, but my mother’s resistance made me actually lose my non-consensual thoughts about her, and began to become lonely, in fact, I was thinking that the aggression I suffered was far from being made up for by just apologizing and initiating attacks to get satisfaction, and what I needed was my mother’s complete …… I couldn’t say it myself, and I Deliberately estranged from the mother.
When the new semester started, I often studied late into the night to catch up on my homework.
I hated language arts. I had no trouble getting back to first place in all my other subjects, but I barely passed language arts.
My mother sensed my displeasure with her and often begged for my forgiveness, which I was lonely and unmoved by.
One night, I was struggling with an essay question, and I fell asleep as I lay on the table not knowing how to write.
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 what excited me even more was that my mother had carefully analyzed my essay, providing a large number of beautiful ancient poems and phrases and wonderful descriptions of modern literature, and I was so captivated that my pen shone.
I won a national award for my essay, which gave me a special place in that notebook.
Going forward, problems I needed to solve were often written down in my notebook at night, and I would come home from school the next day with the answer, but of course, more hints and pointers.
This special exchange between my mother and me has been of great benefit to me, and my language has instead become my greatest strength.
In this way, by the time of the midterm exam, 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 without realizing it, I was filled with reverence and gratitude for her, and my evil desires tended to subside.
When my mother wished me another successful midterm in her notes, I confidently and mischievously replied no problem and offered no reward when I did.
I didn’t care; the honor for my family was unprecedented after I got into a major high school with a record high score.
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 it all as scrap paper, and I was furious and once again had a heated confrontation with my father.
This time I was so completely victorious that my father didn’t dare to make a sound at all, and even my grandfather and mother were in the air.
When I rushed to the dumpster to try to find the notebook, it had long since been transported, and I sulked back to my little room, only to be surprised to find it laying next to my pillow, so excited that I kissed her softly in quick succession, and carefully flipped her over to re-live the journey that had taken place over the course of a year or so.
My heart was filled with happiness as I flipped to the end and saw what naughty questions I had written down as rewards.
Page by page, unconsciously, I continued to flip through the blank pages that followed, feeling another twinge of loss, and as I turned to the penultimate page, a small, crisp line came into view: as you wish.
I froze, because from the handwriting, it was obvious that it had been written earlier, and I can’t describe how I felt at that moment, except to remember that I was so excited that I wrote at the bottom, Thank you, Mom.
Will you excuse me? I put it back on the pillow, and said to my mother on the pretext: Do you want the notebook back? My mother looked at me a little stunned, her mouth half-open, her eyes 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 yelled and screamed, more excited than I was to know my grades, and my mother’s face revealed an uneasy expression as 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 made it so that when I got home I tended to fall asleep after eating.
I had finally saved up enough money, and with more than two months left of my long three-month vacation, I offered to go back to my father’s ancestral home, the original old house, on the pretext that it was too noisy for my father to concentrate on his studies because he was too noisy to play mah-jongg at home, and that he could just bring me food and a change of clothes every day.
My father was fine with it, my grandfather supported me, my mother looked at me pleadingly with uneasiness and a little fear as if she understood something, but didn’t dare to object, and so it was decided.
Going back to my old house felt like a world I ruled myself.
To my surprise my mother did not come to deliver the food, but my grandfather did, and I was very disturbed.
I was disappointed when my father came when my grandfather was not well, but I insisted on not going home, which in turn made my grandfather and father very happy and relieved.
After two weeks, I gradually agitated, every day hoping for my expected …… one night, stormy, thunder and lightning wild flash, I died, standing in the rain, let the rainstorm vent my anger, resulting in my fever bedridden.
My father brought food over, and despite my feverishness, he was anxious to get home: not to inform his family, but to hold on to his mahjong.
No one came to see me again even at night, 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 whose slender form had been baptized by the torrential rain stood in front of me, her eyes filled with tears and her plump breasts heaving and undulating, obviously the consequence of rushing.
The dress, soaked through by the rain, clung tightly to my slim and delicate body, hair clips in hand, letting my hair fall loose as a pretty hand probed my burning forehead.
My heart’s grievances and moved 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 my mother’s tearful eyes, my mother kept comforting me and stroking my head, and I snuggled in that warm embrace for a while and went back to sleep.
When I woke up, it was nighttime, and my mother, who had changed into a different sundress to see that I was awake, greeted me caringly, and I nodded gently to show that I was feeling much better, and my mother let go of her heart.
She told me that Grandfather and Father had come too, and that I had already had my shots.
Grandfather and father were talking to the doctor when he came to visit me, and I was so alive and stretched out that the doctor proudly claimed credit from my father, but my grandfather was still worried and scolded my father, who did not dare to make a sound.
My grandfather ordered me to remain in bed and rest, and, asking my mother to stay and take care of me, he went back with my father.
When I woke up again, it was the middle of the night, and I softly called out to my mom.
My mother, who had changed into a 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 eyes on her stunning body.
Halfway through the day, he asked stupidly, Have I eaten yet? Mother puffed and laughed prettily.
That pure and delicate face as beautiful as flowers, I can not hold back, a rise, it will be defenseless mother hugged on the bed, retaliation pressed her hands, mother panic, can not move, I mischievous mouth kiss on the mother’s mouth, the mother frightened desperately dodge, so we broke out of the big challenge of kissing! When I used both hands to restrain my mother’s head and kissed her successfully, I didn’t give up easily, so that both my mother and I could hardly breathe, and when I let go of my hands, we were both panting with exhaustion.
My mother covered her small mouth with her hand, and I immediately began to undo her nightgown, when she stopped me and said to me pleadingly, Don’t do that.
I ignored it, and my mother suddenly shushed me, saying, Someone is 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 came to the living room in fear and found no one there, I yelled for my grandfather and father, each one answered, and my mother was gone, so I realized I had been duped, but was not angry.
At that moment my mother came out of the kitchen with a glass of milk in her hand, and I pressed forward unkindly, and she dodged back in fear, saying no, and was forced against the wall.
I pressed my whole body against my mother, who clutched the cup with both hands and desperately tried to separate herself from me, I tried to grab the cup, but my mother refused to let go of it, and as soon as I picked up my mother in my arms and took a big step towards the bedroom, my mother closed her eyes, shivered, and began to cry.
When I threw my mother onto the bed, I didn’t make a move and watched her in silence.
My mother opened her eyes and kept pleading with me, I kissed her tenderly and she 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 didn’t intrude in any way.
Finally my mother opened her eyes, and I stunned her by deliberately showing the tired scars on my body.
These scars were from my hard labor, which I usually don’t care about, but I didn’t know it would be such a shock to my mother.
My mother gently stroked my bruises and asked me heartbreakingly, Does it hurt? I shook my head and 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 as I began to undo her nightgown, 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? My mother began to cry again, and I kept kissing her eyes and teardrops and stroking her slippery back.
Gradually the mother’s crying changed to intermittent sobbing, tense and tight body has also softened, I tried to take off her panties, the mother still does not let go, I lowered my head, gently kissed the protection of the small hand of the dead pull panties, and then in the mother’s ear kiss, said: mom, you forgive me? I love you.
I didn’t expect my mother to hug me at once and burst into tears again, and all I could do was keep comforting her.
Gradually my mother quieted down in my arms, and when I went to take off my mother’s shorts again, she just figuratively stalled me for a bit, and then she cooperated by letting me hold her and take off her panties.
I put my mother flat on the bed, carefully admiring the young beauty of the mother of the whole flawless body: firm breasts more and more plump, coupled with a slender waist and flat belly, sexy hips, long legs, especially the mother’s gelatinous skin, so that when I touch my mother felt that she is simply exquisite works of art, I can not help but let out a sigh of admiration: mother, you are really beautiful! Mother’s beautiful face through the red, more and more charming.
I was finally about to explode as I parted my mother’s legs and pressed up against her, my prick, which had grown to 15, impatient to enter.
My mother sighed softly, spreading her legs even further apart and raising her hips, and my prick immediately found 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, she nodded but then clung to my waist, biting her lip and gesturing strongly for 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 brow furrowed, tendons showing on her slender neck, a muffled grunt escaping her throat, and tears coming to her eyes.
I didn’t dare to jerk, and tenderly kissed my mother, who silently intertwined her tongue with mine.
I couldn’t hold back and began to twitch as my mother sucked my mouth in a death grip and clutched my neck again, in desperate agony.
The pleasure in my lower body made me uncontrollably increase my strength and rhythm, but my mother’s cunt was so small and still dry that she finally couldn’t help but let out a loud moan.
I couldn’t care less, I vented my long suppressed resentment desperately, my mother shook her head in pain and tried to push me off her, I held her waist, my prick almost detached with each jerk and all but disappeared, the extreme pleasure and my mother’s pain made me almost unable to hold on.
After holding on for 20 minutes or so, I felt I was going to explode, and I hugged my mother’s body hard and pressed myself tightly against her, who probably sensed that I was going to cum and desperately raised her hips as well.
As I concentrated my whole body on my thrusts, my mother’s pain reached its extreme, and when I finally pressed down on her exhausted, she was unable to moan.
I kissed my mother tenderly and gratefully, and she responded positively, arousing my virility yet again, turning the tables again, and for nearly an hour.
My mother was no longer capable of cooperating with me, letting me enjoy her fascinating flesh to the fullest, and I finally embraced my mother and went to sleep with a satisfied mind.
The next day, I woke up early in the morning, I was tossed nearly a night of my mother’s physical strength is obviously not as good as me, still in a deep sleep, vaguely visible tearstains on the face with that beautiful face, like that after the rain like pear blossoms.
I kissed her lovingly, not daring to startle her, and getting up alone, refreshed, but instantly hungry, I went out to buy breakfast.
When I got home, Izzy was long gone, and I was disappointed when my mother rushed off to work.
My father came over to visit and, seeing me listless, asked me if I was feeling better, and I had the bright idea of asking my mother to come over and take care of me, which my father readily agreed to do.
Not daring to reveal my inner ecstasy, I made a show of going back to my bedroom to rest, and my father duly left.
When my mother came back from work and talked to me as if we were negotiating, I wanted my mother to continue to spend time with me, but my mother said, no.
Didn’t you promise me? Mother said: I only did it to encourage you, and I also fulfilled the promise, so you should be satisfied.
I begged my mother, who finally wept and begged me to leave her alone, and I roared in desperation and anger: Would you rather endure 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 reached a staggering hundreds of times.
But the growing weakness of my grandfather’s health compelled me to let my mother go.
From then on, the mother did not come back for the rest of the month or so.
I also had to push down my desires and focus on my studies.
When I moved back home before the start of school, I realized that something big had happened at home that surprised me – my mother was pregnant! My father, who had three single-generation children, could have another child under the policy, and was proud of his miracle of breaking through the single-generation rule; my grandfather, considering my father’s situation, had always hoped that my mother would have another child, but my mother revealed that she didn’t want another child, and my father and grandfather strongly disagreed.
At night, I was working on my homework when my mother crept into my room and communicated with me with a pen; my mother 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, and my mother seemed to have a hard time convincing me, but was evasive and refused to say it outright.
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 first dumbfounded by the shock, but seeing my mother’s helpless look, I had an idea in my mind and I asked my mother, “Mom, will you bear a child for me? This is our child, no matter what, I will take care of him for the rest of my life.
My mother finally stopped insisting on an abortion after my constant comfort and reassurance.
The mother’s pregnancy temporarily converts the father, and the grandfather starts working out for the unexpected little grandchild.
We took care of our mother in every possible way, and for the sake of the child’s fetus, grandfather and father went to the ancestral house to play their mahjong, and only occasionally did father come back for a visit.
My mother, who looked even more voluptuous and attractive due to her pregnancy, made it difficult for me to hold on to her, and she was somehow completely submissive, allowing me to violate her carefully.
Perhaps this is something my father didn’t enjoy, much to my amusement.
The mother’s belly was bulging day by day, and her father was disappointed when she finally gave birth to a beautiful girl in October.
But this girl immediately became the center of attention for me and my grandfather and my mother, and my mother’s face was even more appealing with her happy motherly love.
I secretly shared my mother’s sweet milk with my sister and started violating her again at the earliest safe date.
My father’s impatience with my sister’s crying and frequent tantrums, and my grandfather’s smoking only allowed my sister to be transferred to the safety of my bedroom, where I gave my mother and sister my sleeper and slept in my own marching bed, and often helped my hard-working mother care for my sister who cried in the middle of the night.
Of course, my mother, who had grown more beautiful and compelling after giving birth, did her best to reward me by taking the initiative to cooperate with me for unprecedented sexual fulfillment.
Imagine my mother’s tenderness as I made love to her next to my beautiful sister with not only a lover’s charm, but an added 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 to be with her, and then letting her back in when she was done, and again often thwarted by the crying of my sister, which I had deliberately allowed to get the best of me.
My mother also found out about my secret, but was grateful for it and, in turn, turned out to repay me.
I have a greater love for my mother and I have made a conscious effort to make her enjoy sex.
Nourished by me, 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 to enjoy my sex with her and the chances of reaching an orgasm increased, giving me the wrong impression that we were a happy family of three.
The happy days seemed to end when my sister was one year old and my grandfather’s passing caused me to move into his room.
The father seemed to have resumed his rule and began to beat and abuse the mother again.
But strong as I was, I could protect my mother, and my father’s outbursts caused her to often take refuge in my room in the middle of the night with my sister in her arms, her body bruised and loving, and her mother more aggressively turning the tables 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 also adamant about not coming to visit, which in turn completely indulged me.
I didn’t want my mother to get pregnant again, and I was stunned when she told me the result and told me that, in addition to my sister, she was also my daughter, and that this time it was me who had sown the seed, but on reflection, it was a natural result, because I knew that my father hadn’t visited my mother for more than half a year, let alone had sex.
I accompanied my mother to a clandestine abortion, she was sterilized, and we began to live happily ever after.
It wasn’t until I met my beloved wife that my mother actively distanced herself from me and our relationship began to return to normal.