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In honor of Mother’s Day, this article was posted.
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In 20×× A.D., the World War broke out.
The causes of the war have long been unknown, and the only thing that can be confirmed is that it was one of the most violent, deadly and shortest wars ever fought, with the most serious consequences.
The war lasted only ten days in total, with countless nuclear bombs exploding on every piece of land and bodies everywhere.
At the end of the war, neither the government nor the country had any relevance anymore, and everyone who survived the war fought for survival.
It is the thirteenth year since the end of the nuclear war that devastated the entire world, and the earth is still shrouded in darkness.
Our family was gathered in the kitchen, me and my mom’s four children – three daughters and a boy – standing around the counter, my mom lying naked on the counter, me standing to her left, gazing at her beautiful body with my children.
Now, the six people in this kitchen are the last six people left in this world, and soon there will be only five of the six left, because my mother, the mother of my children, will give her life and her body so that we can continue to live.
Mom lying serenely on her back on the wide board, snow-white towering breasts rhythmic rise and fall. Mom is already fifty-five years old this year, except for the slight blossoming of her body, she is still as beautiful as she was twenty years ago, although there were advanced medical conditions before the war, but we can’t help but admit that the years have been kind to such a beauty as mom, and the difficult environment has not harmed mom’s beauty.
For thirteen years this beautiful petite body has brought me endless joy and given me the strength to support me to live.
But today, I’m going to take this beautiful, tender flesh… with my own hands
Unstoppable tears streamed down my eye frames and I looked around blankly, staring out the window at the darkened landscape, my thoughts racing.
The outbreak of war destroyed the scientific and technological achievements of mankind and civilized society, while the dust formed by the explosion of nuclear bombs shielded the sunlight on which life depended, and the Earth was plunged into a long period of darkness.
The most immediate and serious consequence of the lack of sunlight was the lack of regenerating food. The humans who survived the war began to cannibalize after they had eaten the little food and eatables they had previously accumulated.
I am certainly not an exception; in fact, if I don’t eat people, I will be eaten by others. What’s more, I’m surrounded by someone who desperately needs my protection — my dear mother.
With a good martial arts skill acquired through rigorous training in the Special Forces and a good head on my shoulders, I won the tough competition and was rewarded by the fact that my mom and I both survived and have four lovely children.
However, the cruel reality is finally taking my mom’s life. Because the last food – human beings – were gradually disappearing in the midst of killing each other, a year ago, our family was finally faced with the prospect of having no food at all.
There was no sound in the room, and time seemed to have frozen–if only time could stop moving, I thought with hatred.
My eyes rested on a pile of white bones piled in the corner that had once belonged to a beautiful woman, at least two months ago.
The result of man eating man is that in the end, you can’t even eat man.
After a month of starvation, two months ago, I was lucky enough to catch a prey (that’s what I always call my eaten kind)-a thirty-year-old white woman.
That woman is very tall, even if it is thin because of starvation, it is still a very beautiful woman, she has beautiful blonde hair and slender thighs, probably was once the pet of a certain powerful person ─ ─ most likely, this is the only way for this woman to get food and live until now. She hides in a cave, I think she may be rather starve to death there than be food in other people s mouths.
The woman resisted my predation to the death, using a variety of methods. She cried into tears as I gave her a deathbed cleaning.
I cleaned her and placed her on top of this slab where mom now lay, and my children gathered around the slab as they were now, with hungry lights in their eyes. At this point the woman knew her fate was unavoidable and with tears in her eyes begged me to give her one last orgasm before she died.
I agreed to her final request and stabbed my thick rod into her, and under the threat of death the woman reached an unprecedented orgasm. As her trembling body oozed lust, the fast knife in my hand cut the veins in her throat, the woman died in euphoria, and as she exhaled her last long breath, I saw a look of pleasure pass through her eyes.
Making her death less painful was the greatest mercy I could give her.
As usual, mom cooked the woman into a big pot of broth and we had another two months of good food. But there was no joy in my heart or my mother’s; we both realized that this woman was probably the last prey I would ever be able to catch, and that if there was no more new food, it would be the time of our own doom.
We’re in a desperate situation…
There’s always a time when you run out of food, not to mention two grown men and women and four developing, wailing children.
We two adults gave the kids the last of our food, but the kids had eaten the last of it five days ago, and now those little, otherwise adorable faces were devoid of any life, their eyes shot with hunger, and my mom and I were both starving, too.
I’ve been out hunting every day, but nothing.
Ten days ago I started out on my last hunting attempt, searching the world for the nth time for any place where there might be life, in a flying car, the latest form of transportation developed before the war.
I have been to mountains, plains, swamps, forests, rivers, deep oceans… wherever there was a trace of life, but even with the most advanced equipment, I could not find a single sign of life. In the absence of sunlight, no life could survive, and all I could see were the ruins of a pre-war civilization, a high level of civilization that was built and destroyed by human hands.
It was not until last night that I gave up my last glimmer of hope and returned to my own home, empty-handed and downcast, looking at my wife and children, who were eagerly looking forward to my return with food, and I was really speechless.
My understanding mom didn’t ask me about my hunting, she just smiled gently and ran the water for me to take a bath, and then comforted the physically and mentally exhausted me with her wonderful body.
I can vividly remember every detail of what happened last night, and I will never forget it again in the years to come as I live and breathe.
I came out of the bathroom and saw my mom lying on my bed.
Mom smiled at me and spread her legs, opening the door of mystery to me.
Although my mom and I had always made love at least once a day for thirteen years, even when she was pregnant, I couldn’t help but get hot at the sight of her beautiful jade body.
I jumped on the bed and crouched between my mom’s legs, licking hard at her honey lips and the already swollen cherry, hungrily drinking the sweet nectar, at which time she also twisted her body and took my big prick in her mouth, licking and sucking it tenderly.
Mom seems to be particularly hard, before all can only contain in half of the small mouth, this time even swallowed me whole, the nerve of my glans, can clearly feel the mother’s soft throat writhing.
For some reason, mom seemed particularly excited, and it took me much less time than usual to bring her to her first orgasm under my licking. I saw my mom’s lustful flower bloom in front of me, and thick lustful sperm surged out of her honey hole, accompanied by golden yellow urine─Mom’s age is not so young anymore, and her pussy muscles are flabby, so from a long time ago, she began to experience incontinence of urine at the same time every time she reached an orgasm.
I was burying my head in my hands, sucking and slurping on my mom’s lust, when an unexpectedly large amount of lust and pee rushed into my mouth due to the early gush, choking me to the point that I coughed up my staff. Mom reached up and slapped me twice on the top of my ass in apology, and I did the same on my mom’s snow-white buttocks, which meant it didn’t matter, and Mom and I always expressed our feelings in this tacitly understood way when we did a 69.
In fact, I do not care about my mother’s urine, I admit that the first time I drank it down does have a strange smell, but after getting used to it, I found that my mother’s urine mixed with the lust of the water has a unique flavor, and watching my mother pee more exciting, sometimes nothing to do when I will even watch my mother pee for fun. Because of this, my mom always drank a lot of water, especially before sex, to satisfy my lust.
Mom must have drunk an inordinate amount of water beforehand this time, and when she leaked again three minutes later, another huge rush of urine hit me in the face.
After mom leaked twice, I also began to resist mom’s oral work, in order to prolong the intercourse time, I fondly pulled the rod from mom’s mouth, at this time I overheard to see, mom’s eyes contain tears, but I did not care, thought this is the mother is too much excitement sake.
My mom and I do the French style wet kiss, where we hug each other tightly, eye to eye, lips to lips, tongues tightly entwined, exchanging our respective saliva and the lewdness we just sucked, making vague and meaningless noises from our throats that indicate pleasure.
I then inserted my rod into my mom’s honey hole and pumped it vigorously. Mom’s pussy had actually loosened up, and with age and frequent childbearing, the purple-black flower hole was no longer as stranglingly pleasurable as it had been in the beginning.
In fact, not only her lower cunt, but her mom’s breasts have sagged and wrinkles have appeared at the corners of her eyes.
Mom! Fifty-five year old mom! Already old!!!
This did not detract from my love for my mom, who in my eyes will always be the beautiful, sultry, gentle mom, my favorite and only woman in this life.
I didn’t pretend that I didn’t notice these changes that were happening to my mom, but I showed my mom with an open-minded attitude that I didn’t care at all about my mom’s physical changes, as long as it was something that would make her happy, it was my happiness. Because the love between my mom and I is a true love that transcends time.
I pressed my whole body against my mom to intensify my thrusts, and she wriggled deliciously under me like a big snake, letting out lewd cries from her mouth and gripping the sheets tightly with both hands.
Twenty minutes later, I was on top of my mom, hissing as I sent the seed of life into her, and she shuddered underneath me as she climaxed with me.
We snuggled together like that, the muscles in mom’s body shaking unconsciously as she fell into a state of disorientation. After about a minute, mom let out a long breath.
As soon as mom woke up, she picked up the teapot that was placed on the bedside and gulped it down with the spout to her mouth, I could see that my mom’s belly, which was originally concave because she hadn’t eaten for a few days, quickly bulged, she couldn’t have drank less than two liters of water this time.
I looked at my mom in surprise, wondering why she was doing this, with a vague feeling in my mind that at this point her’s was a little different than before.
Mom put down the teapot, smiled at me, and lowered her head to take my dick, and my heartstrings, trembled at Mom’s smile, which was so different that it actually gave me poignant feelings.
With mom sucking hard, my cock was soon raging again, and I reached down to put mom on the bed, but she stopped me.
“You lie down, I’ll do it.” Mom said. Then without waiting for me to object she held me down on the bed and shrugged herself across my body.
I watched in amazement as mom bobbed her body up and down, not that I wasn’t used to her taking the initiative, but because she had already had at least six orgasms by this point and her body was in a very tired state. It was rare for mom to have sex with such a large amount of movement, especially now that she was getting on in years.
Mom rode me, screaming loudly and lustfully, pleasuring me with all of her mind and body.
Then anal sex…
Masturbation…
One more hot lovemaking…
When Mom’s unrelenting and frantic sex finally came to an end, our king-size bed was a mess and the room smelled like Mom’s urine, and it was under these circumstances that she had braced herself for a tired body to serve me in the shower.
“Mom, what the hell is wrong with you today? Why are you working so hard?” In the bathroom, I couldn’t help but ask my mom this.
Mom lifted her head and smiled weakly: “Good son, let’s wash up and go out, okay!”
At that moment my mom underneath my body moved a little, I raised my head and looked at my mom. Mom looked at me with a smile, and in that smile was the light of great motherhood.
“Why are you crying? Everyone has this day, think about what we said last night!”
After coming out of the bathroom, Mom and I lay side by side on another queen-sized bed (we had as many beds and bedding like this as we wanted, as these were everywhere in the abandoned malls), and it was already early in the morning, and we, mother and son, had no sleep at all.
Though still feeling incredibly hungry, by this time my mind and body were drowning in the aftermath of my orgasm, and with my mom snuggled in my arms, I figured she was feeling the same way I was.
Although I thought Mom was acting a little strange today, I didn’t push her to tell what was on her mind; if she wanted to, she would have said it herself.
Mom suddenly hooked my neck and gave me a long kiss. Not the kind of passionate kiss full of hot lust, but gentle and long, deep love, talking about any language can not express the deep sincerity and love.
In this moment, the earth stopped spinning.
I don’t know how long it took, but we finally parted in love.
“Do you remember the first time we made love?” Mom asked in a whisper.
I nodded, how could I forget? The lovemaking that changed my life.
“The war had just ended, you were twenty-two, I was forty-two, and you were coming back from the front…”
When the war broke out, I was a soldier in the Special Forces, where we were ordered to hide in an underground fortification on the front line and be ready to strike at any moment. In the army I had the most rigorous training of all kinds, enough to cope with all the most dangerous situations that could occur.
But the war went on beyond our expectations, we never had a chance to engage the enemy, the war was over. When we came out of our military bunkers underground, we were met with ruins shrouded in darkness, no one to direct us, to tell us what to do, all the place was in disarray, and I realized that this situation had become very common.
That’s when I immediately thought of my mom, widowed and living alone in her hometown, wondering how she’d fare in such a chaotic and dangerous situation.
Mom is my favorite person in the world, my father died very early, I basically have no impression of him. But mom is different, beautiful and gentle mom, has always been the embodiment of perfection in my heart.
Two years ago there was a time when mom was taking a shower, I have been spying suddenly rushed into the bathroom, while to her intermittently recounted my long pent-up love for her, holding mom’s nude body begging for sex, mom was obviously aroused by me, gasping for breath and letting me casually and wantonly caress every part of her body.
However just as I was about to plunge my head-high cock into my mom’s flowery door, she stopped me and sternly shouted me out of the bathroom, from which she emerged a few minutes later fully clothed and warned me not to have such thoughts again.
It was the only time in my memory that my mom spoke harshly to me, and I was so ashamed that three days later she signed me up for the army, and from then on I left my home town that broke my heart, and never went back home again, only to look at my mom’s picture out of my mind when I dreamt of her in the middle of the night.
The thought of my mother worried me, but my military duty would not allow me to leave my post. But when I found out two days later that my officer had suddenly left without saying goodbye, I didn’t hesitate to desert right after him.
I grabbed a speeder bike to get back to my hometown as fast as I could, and when I walked in the door, two thugs had already stormed my mom and I’s house and were about to abuse my mom.
“… At that time I was in total despair, those two thugs had already stripped me naked, and just then you suddenly ran in and shot those two little rascals in one go…”
Two gunshots rang out and I angrily shot down the two men, who were about my age, as my mom threw herself naked into my arms and let out a sob, tears moistening my shirt as I stroked her body to comfort her.
In all conscience, even though mom was naked in my arms, there was not a single yellow thought in my mind at this point. Ever since the incident two years ago that left me with no place to go, I had locked my love for my mom away and just tried to care for her as much as I could.
But what my mom did next surprised me, and when she suddenly struggled out of my arms and retreated three steps away, I thought it was because she had calmed down and remembered what happened two years ago, so she wanted to keep her distance from me.
Who knew that after looking up and down for a while with tears in her eyes, my mom suddenly squatted in front of me, reached down and unzipped my crotch, pulled out my big meat stick, and then took that thick cock with her soft lips.
The blood rushed to my head, and after a brief moment of not knowing what to do, I immediately began rubbing my mom’s breasts in response. We were soon in a state of feverish lust. Without much foreplay I pushed my prick into my mom’s pussy, realizing a twenty-year dream.
I felt a joy like no other filling every cell of my body.
The first time I made love to my mom, I was more and more excited, I was thrusting hard, and my mom was crying underneath me, the strong stimulation made me ejaculate very quickly, but it came back immediately.
“Why are you being so nice to me? Mom!” I asked my mom, unable to hold back my doubts any longer, during a break in my passion.
“Because I love you! Son!” Mom replied with tears in her eyes: “I fell in love with you a long time ago. After you left, I thought about you every day, and I forced you to join the army because I was afraid that if I saw you again, I wouldn’t be able to help myself…” Mom’s face was flushed red, and she couldn’t go on any longer.
I was ecstatic that my mom was in love with me too, and that I wasn’t the only one in unrequited love. This happy news from my mom’s own lips instantly made me feel that life was full of meaning.
“I love you, mom!!!” Looking into my mom’s eyes, I uttered the law of love with otherworldly solemnity.
“I love you too, my baby boy.”
“┅Do you remember how many times you ejaculated that day?” Just yesterday, as we were lying in bed remembering that first time we made love thirteen years ago, mom asked me this.
I gazed back and thought, “It was about three times! I don’t remember clearly.”
“Four times, you ejaculated four times, and I ejaculated five times.” Mom laughed and said, “Son, you’re really good, you’ve cum four times in a row, if I hadn’t asked you to stop, you might have continued…”
“Mom, I never asked you why you didn’t approve of me wanting to fuck you before I joined the army, and then you were so desperate to have sex with me as soon as I got back from the front?”
Mom was silent for a moment.
“It was because of the war… At that time, I regretted… why I didn’t give you my body… and forced you to join the army… As a result, I was scared every day… for fear of getting any bad news about you…”
“So many people died in the war… I didn’t know at the time if I would survive… Seeing all the people dying around me, I thought that if I died before I could make you understand my feelings, you might have a bad conscience for the rest of your life…”
“Anyway, we may die one day… why should we not savor sweet love for fear of worldly pressures…?”
Mom broke off.
“It is the greatest happiness of my life that I can have such a great, responsible and gentle son and… husband like you.” Mom said firmly as she looked into my eyes in my arms.
I was moved to hug my mom tightly, and she hugged me back.
“I love you! Mom!”
“I love you too, my son.”
Thirteen years after the fact, I once again said the same words of love to my mom, my heart, compared to thirteen years ago has not changed much, if anything must have changed, it can only be said that my love after thirteen years of accumulation, deeper, more mellow.
“I never regretted falling in love with you, Mom!”
“Me too, son.”
My tears flowed harder as I thought about the sweet words of midnight.
My mom got up from her desk and put her arms around my neck: “Good son, you are a strong man, and you have to be an example for your children! Have you forgotten what we said at night? Your burden is much heavier than mine. Don’t cry anymore, huh?” Mom was still soothing me as gently as before.
What we said last night…
“No more food, right?”
Half an hour had passed since my mom and I had exchanged deep confessions of love, and the two of us had been just snuggling up to each other, when, just then, my mom suddenly asked about food, instantly lifting the spell of that forgettable and painful love and pulling me back to reality.
I sighed: “I’ll go out and look again tomorrow.”
Having said that, I can say that I was in complete despair about the possibility of finding food. Where else to look? I’ve searched the entire world except for hell.
“Can you find it?”
I shook my head.
“Let’s do the best we can!”
“It can’t wait any longer, the children have been starving for five days now, and if this keeps up, they won’t last until the day after tomorrow.” Mom said worriedly. But I knew that she had been starving the longest because she had left the last bit of food for me and the children, reasoning that I had to be full to have the strength to hunt and the children were developing.
“There’s nothing I can do! It’s not like I’m a fairy who can conjure up something to eat.” I shouted anxiously.
“I have an idea!”
Mom said suddenly, a stone-cold statement that took me by surprise.
“Do you have an idea, Mom? Is it possible that you used to store some food? Or…” I was so happy I couldn’t speak, the news that mom had something to eat made me too excited, having food meant we could survive.
Mom didn’t want me to be as happy as I was, she just looked at me and smiled.
“What is it? Is it cured meat left over from before? Didn’t I remember it being eaten long ago?”
As I asked this, I felt the soft body of my mom in my arms suddenly tense up as she left my embrace and crawled to sit across from me.
“It’s not cured meat, it’s fresh meat, and it’s a living person, a woman.”
“A living woman? Ah, is it one you caught during the days I was away from home? I really didn’t think that there could be a living woman now. Mom, is that why you are so happy today? It’s really good, a living woman.”
In my experience, women are much tastier than men, not only fat and tender, but also fresh and flavorful. A living woman is so good! No wonder mom is so excited in bed.
“Good! A living woman, 169 centimeters tall, weighing 59 kilograms, with a circumference of 98.58.97. Everything is fine, just a little bit older.”
The numbers are a bit strange, as if they belong to someone I know very well.
I looked at my mom in disbelief.
“Where is she? Show me.”
“It’s right in front of you, son,” Mom said with an expressionless face: “It’s me.”
It’s mom! That so-called woman is mom herself! Mom is actually trying to use herself as food!
I jumped up: “No, I don’t agree with this ridiculous suggestion, ah! Mom, please don’t think that way.”
“This is the only way, the only way, to preserve your lives.”
“What do I want with my life? What do I want life for without you?”
“You are my husband and son, the head of the family and a man of sense, now please hear me out.”
“Your life doesn’t belong only to yourself, now the life on earth is only our family of six, but we should continue our life as much as possible, not only for ourselves, but also for the sake of the earth, of course I don’t mean it, God knows how much I don’t mean to leave you, but for the sake of the continuation of life, I can only choose this method.”
I know that my mom is extremely obsessed with the pursuit of life, and she has told me many times that she wants me to have sex with my daughters when they are a little older to continue the progeny, and that having more children is better than having more children.
“We can kill a child…” I said hesitantly, I actually loved my four babies so much that I would have risked my life for them, but mom…
“Please don’t think like that… I, a mother, am saddened by the thought of it… It’s far better to eat a child than to eat me… I’m old, I’ve lost the ability to bear children… my stamina and health are not good, I’m useless… and I have the most meat…”
The tears couldn’t be stopped any longer and flowed down my mom’s cheeks like a river as she cried and jumped into my arms.
“I… I can’t watch you… I can’t watch you and the children die… let me… let me die first… leave this cruel nightmare for you to bear… you’re a strong man… let me… let me die first…”
Tears welled up from my eye frames as well, and I pressed my face against my mom’s, our tears mixing and dripping onto the snowy white sheets.
Now, Mom was lying on that wide slab custom made to handle prey, and I was about to kill the woman I loved most in my life my mother with my own hands.
After a heated argument, with mom even threatening suicide, I was forced to agree to her proposed solution and set the time to deal with it at eight o’clock this evening, just in time for dinner.
In fact, this is the best solution at the moment.
I’m the head of the family and the only grown man, I can’t hunt, I can’t manage the house without me, and I’m responsible for impregnating my daughters. And the children are all young and very young.
The fact that mom is too old to have children and consumes a lot of food, in addition to the fact that she is the one with the most meat in the house besides me, shows that using her as food is the most efficient way to get through the current difficulties.
It was actually reason that forced me to agree to my mom’s request, but emotion couldn’t control my tears to keep them from flowing.
Mom kissed my face and licked away the tears with her tongue: “Don’t cry, good baby don’t cry! You’re such a big man, it’s ugly to cry like this!”
But it’s not just me, my four children and my mom and I are all in tears as well. They were told the news when they woke up this morning, and they haven’t stopped tearing up since. Each one of them was as devastated as I was at the thought of their mom, who loved them so much, leaving.
But mom told us that she wanted to be able to see us happy before she died. We all had to force a smile on our faces so that mom wouldn’t be even more upset.
The whole family has been in this mood of extreme grief since morning until now.
The kids knew how to take over all the work so that mom and I could spend more time together, and they worked very hard to get the room cleaned up, the tabletops washed, and all the cooking utensils rewashed.
I stayed in the house with my mom, who was busy cleaning herself in order to prepare for the evening’s “cooking”.
“I’m going to carve the best part of myself into your memory before you forget me.” Mom said jokingly.
My mom took a shower every hour and a half, and I saw that in addition to washing her body, she used a bristle brush to brush the flakes of skin off her skin and applied a fragrant skin cream.
“Why?” I couldn’t help but ask, knowing full well what my mom’s answer would be.
“It’s for the children to eat the freshest meat.” Mom said, “I always want to hurt them one last time, poor little ones, they won’t have a mom anymore.”
I was speechless, even at a time like this my mom was still preoccupied with her children, it was pathetic.
In order to clean the dirt out of her body, mom even asked me to help her with her colonic, which was brutal torture for both me and mom.
It is an obligatory procedure to colonize the prey before it is processed. In the past, especially for the female prey, I had to do it myself. It was torture for the victim to have a bowel movement in her anus and not be able to get it out, and there was a burning pain. Frankly speaking, I loved this kind of work because of the sadistic pleasure I got from it.
But giving mom a colonic…
I think of my mom’s anus, a big black hole in the middle of the black chrysanthemum wheel, where not only the muscles have been flaccid, but there is also the problem of prolapse. This is because mom out of satisfy my sexual desire, so that I get greater pleasure considerations, since the virginity of the anus offered to me, and asked me to continue to develop, in order to make up for the lack of the front of the honey hole loose. And I actually also selfishly agreed to the mother’s request, completely disregard the mother’s physical condition, often with a thick phallus stabbed into the chrysanthemum, to enjoy the pleasure of being strangled.
Now see my mom’s anus, I more deeply appreciate my mom’s love for me, deep to what extent, that is, “the belt gradually wide end do not regret, for Yi pin get people haggard”, selfless, completely altruistic love, mom is with no impurities of the whole body and mind in love with me.
Want me to this has been full of my ravaged anus colonic, and the purpose of the colonic is to more fresh enjoy the flesh that has this poor anus, I take the colonic device how not intention to insert it into the mother’s body, the last is always the mother’s impatience to slap their own buttocks, I reluctantly and not for the mother’s colonic, and to put the movement I’m not going to be able to do that.
But mom is still difficult to cold sweat all over the body, my heartbroken mother in my arms, but my mother forced a smile to comfort me: “It does not matter, stay a little more sweat, you can put the pores of the dirty things out.”
Mom also kept drinking a lot of water, which was to remove as many impurities from her body as possible. I remembered that Mom also drank a lot of water like this during sex with me, and realized that Mom had already had the idea of sacrificing herself.
At some point, the children all crowded around my mom and me, crying. Mom lovingly stroked their little heads one by one to comfort them.
Our youngest child, and the only son my mom and I have, Ming, cried and hugged his mom’s body.
“Mom! I don’t want to eat you, don’t you die, okay?”
Mom smiled kindly: “Don’t be like that, Xiaoming! I can’t bear to leave you either. Although mom is not with you, but mom will look at you in heaven!”
“You guys are mommy’s babies, and having you is the happiest, happiest thing that ever happened to mommy in her life! Do you know that?”
“Don’t you guys forget what we said at noon! If you guys really like mommy, have more little babies in the future, then mommy will be happy even in heaven!”
“You must work as hard as you did at noon, and it will be the greatest comfort to your mother to have more little babies for your father and brother!”
At noon, mom asked our kids to stop working all come to our couples room.
When the kids came, mom stripped off the clothes she was wearing as well.
“What are you going to do mom? Do you want to stand in front of the kids with no clothes on?” I asked curiously.
Even though we were a loving couple who made love every day, mom and I always dressed up in front of our kids because mom thought it would be good for their development.
The children soon all walked in, and when they saw their naked mom, they all looked surprised, but knew enough not to say anything.
The mother, lying naked on the bed, ordered the children, “Now all of you take off your clothes.”
The kids did what their mom told them to do.
I look at my children, especially my three daughters.
I did not think that my daughters are so well developed. Twelve-year-old eldest daughter Ping is already completely a young girl’s appearance, slim body has not big but bulging breasts, in the pink pubic mound sparsely grew a few light brown soft pubic hair. The oldest two Xiao Li and the oldest three Xiao Ai is a pair of twins, a year younger than her sister Xiao Ping, but also has obvious breast contour, all three daughters are the same delicate, in the undressing face after the flow of cute shy expression.
My son Ming, who is only nine years old this year, is not yet fully developed physically, but I noticed that he had a noticeable erection in his tiny rod after seeing his mother and sisters naked.
Mom puts Ming on the bed and sits next to him while the rest of the kids stand in a pile around the bed.
Mom held Xiao Ming’s hand and looked at her children with a serious expression: “My children, there are some things that I should have waited until you were a little older to tell you, but mom can’t wait for that day. So now mom will let you know what a woman is and what your future tasks are.”
Mom put Xiao Ming’s hand on her breast: “This is the breast, when a woman has a child, there will be very sweet milk here, the baby loves to drink it, but even your father, often eat it.”
Ming caressed the huge breasts in awe.
“Mom, why are your breasts so big and your sister’s so small?” Xiao Ming asked curiously.
“Why, have you touched your sister’s breasts?”
“I… I… I… I sometimes sneak… when they’re sleeping…”
Even in this sad atmosphere, my mom and I still couldn’t help but laugh a little.
The daughters let out grunts of discontent, and the eldest daughter, Rei, scolded in a low voice, “Little pervert!”
“This kid looks exactly like you when you were little!” Mom said to me with a smile.
Mom’s hand guided Ming’s and continued to stroke downward, soon reaching that sacred honey spot.
“Huh! Mom! Why do you have a hole here down there and I have a little stick growing here?”
“Ming, this is where being a woman is different from being a man, what a man has here is called a phallus, what a woman has here is called a pussy, you see, one is a rod, the other is a hole…”
“Ah! I see, isn’t it true that men just have to take this… what was it? … oh! The phallus, stick the phallus into the woman’s pussy.”
“Ming is so smart and right, sticking a man’s prick in your pussy is called making love, and only through making love can you have a little baby.”
“Giving birth to little babies? Mommy, did Daddy just stick his prick in your pussy and that’s why you gave birth to me?”
I was annoyed and snapped at the side, “Why do kids ask so many questions?”
Mom gave me a disgruntled glare and continued to teach the kids in a pleasant manner.
“Look, these are the labia majora… these are the labia minora… this is the vaginal opening… this is the vagina…”
Mom herself pulled the two big fat labia apart to show the children, and indicated to Ming that he should stroke his pussy with his hand: “Come on… put your finger in… ah… …. Okay, that’s it… ah…”
Xiao Ming’s index and middle fingers, probed into mom’s honey hole, picking and scratching inside. Mom’s body gently twisted with the movements of Xiao Ming’s fingers, and a low moan came out of her mouth as her daughters’ faces turned red.
“Ming, feel anything?”
“Oops! Mommy’s meat inside will move!” Xiao Ming exclaimed excitedly, while the young penis, at the same time, became grown.
Soon the nectar that gave off a strange fragrance oozed out from the honey spot, and Xiao Ming’s whole palm became wet.
“So much water!”
Mom held Xiaoming’s cock: “Xiaoming, look! Put your big thing into the woman’s pussy, and then one in and out of the thrusting, will be shot out of the semen, is the kind of white like milk things, that can make the woman pregnant.”
“But mom, what is milk?” It was pathetic, Ming was born in a time when there were no cows at all and all the animals had long since died out.
Mom thought for a moment and took Ming’s tender young rod in her mouth. Mom’s fragrant cheeks bulged as she sucked on Ming’s cock with great concentration, and a look of intoxication appeared on Ming’s face.
Soon Kotomine’s body shuddered and a small but very thick amount of cum shot out of his rod, all the kids looked at this never before seen thing with curiosity.
“Ouch! I really didn’t expect something like this to come out of here!”
“This is semen,” said the mother to her children, “and you must remember, babies, that no matter what time of day it is, you must always let a man shoot white semen into your pussy, so that you can give birth to a little baby.”
“Next, it’s up to me and your dads to instruct each of you on exactly how you should have sex! I’ll teach Little Ming, and your dads will teach the girls how to have sex.” Mom suddenly surprised me by announcing what she was going to do next.
I looked at my mom in amazement that she had asked me to have sex with my daughters!
Mom looked at me with encouraging eyes: “Go on! Show our daughter how to make love!”
“But, mom… I…”
“There’s no time for that, child! We need to get the children to learn how to be adults as soon as possible so we can give birth to the next generation.”
Mom said as she unbuckled my belt, and I cooperated as she removed her own clothing as well.
“Dad and I are now teaching you that you must figure out the structure of your body and not miss every opportunity to get pregnant, because only by giving birth to many, many little babies will we not extinguish the seed!”
As I stood naked in front of my daughters, I heard them all gasp in surprise. Indeed, my huge nineteen centimeter long rod when erect was too much for even mom’s five-child-bearing pussy to handle at times, so how could three underage little girls handle it!
Mom sensed her daughters’ anxiety: “It doesn’t matter, children, there is no woman in the world who can’t hold a prick, if you feel it with your heart, you will be able to experience a wonderful pleasure.”
Pim first bravely walked to me: “Daddy, please teach me more!”
I gently picked Pim up and placed her on the bed, and when our naked skin touched, Pim cried out softly, her body rolling like fire.
I resumed my lips on Pim’s soft red lips, and probed my tongue into it, Pim responded to my kiss in a raw manner, and soon became skillful, at the same time, my restless palms traveled up and down on Pim’s body, and finally stopped at Pim’s nectar.
From the petal-like lips of the delicate nectar flowed the nectar of a virgin, and I couldn’t help but feast on it with my mouth, my tongue licking and flicking at the maiden’s pink bud.
“Ah… ah… so sad… so itchy… dad… so itchy inside…”
“It doesn’t matter, sweetie,” smiled my mom, who had been standing by, “it’s a good thing! It’s a sign of excitement!”
Mom was comforting Pim while keeping an eye on Pim, when she saw that Pim’s eyes were already lost and her legs couldn’t help curling up, she gently hit me: “You can go in now! Slowly, gently!”
I held my prick, aimed at Ping’s honey hole, and slowly inserted it. But the hole was too small, I only went in most of the glans, and Ping screamed out in pain, cold sweat coming out from her forehead.
“Isn’t it forgettable? The baby is still small!” I paused to tell my mom that it was a bit of an imposition to ask such a small child to accommodate a grown man’s giant rod.
Mom while lovingly wiping the beads of sweat on the body of Ping, while firmly rejected my proposal: “No, must teach the children.” He then comforted Ping: “Good boy, it does not matter, just a little pain at the beginning, a moment will be fine.”
With her mom’s reassurance, Pim regained her courage and said to me: “Daddy! Please continue! Leave me alone!”
I gritted my teeth and thrust my huge rod into Pim’s cunt with a flourish.
Pim let out a good squeal.
After the movement stopped for a while, I started to swing my huge rod slowly from side to side, the look on Pim’s face gradually changed from pain to joy, and a moan re-emerged from her mouth, but it was soulful, happy moan.
The other two daughters, Emotion and Rei, saw the look of pleasure on their sister’s face and touched their own bottoms and jumped at the chance.
Mom, on the other hand, turned to concentrate on instructing Ming, and although Ming’s penis was really small, she used great patience to make him appreciate the charms of women, and Ming ejaculated once more.
Pim also leaked her pussy cum under my caresses, but I didn’t cum, and seeing that I only had an even bigger rod, Emo rose to the occasion and took over Pim’s unfinished task.
Finally I shot my own cum in Rei’s pussy, all three daughters were exhausted but excited.
When it was all over, the mother said to her daughters, “Good daughters, you must make love to your father and brother as you did today, and have children, so that I may be at peace in heaven.”
This was the last lesson my mom taught her kids.
The kids didn’t listen to their mom to stop crying, and I saw her brow furrow helplessly.
Just then it occurred to me, I can’t cry anymore. I can’t let my mom worry about me anymore. In fact, if I were to say that I am in pain, the one who is in the most pain should be my mom, but she has been forcing a smile on her face for fear of upsetting us, so how can I live up to her hard work.
I held back my tears and pulled my children away to hug their mom’s body: “Mom, I won’t cry anymore.”
Mom smiled in relief, her body reclining on the counter.
“Do it!” She said in a very calm tone.
I looked at my mom in front of me, who had meticulously groomed herself to look her most beautiful; she was welcoming death like a grand celebration.
I ran my hand gently over my mom’s saintly body, the snow-white, delicate skin set off delicately by the long dark hair matted beneath it, radiating a soft glow in the light.
From the time we kicked the tired kids out of the bedroom until just before six o’clock, Mom and I had been making lingering love, both of us working hard to bring the other to orgasm.
Never before had I experienced such a painful and sweet, sad and exciting lovemaking, where the physical pleasure countered the inner pain, and we reached our climax with tears in our eyes.
As soon as six o’clock rolled around, my mom kicked me out of the bedroom as well, saying I needed to be alone.
Mom came out of her bedroom at exactly 7:30, holding five boxes, the last gifts she left for me and the kids. She handed me the boxes and instructed me to make sure I didn’t open them until after I was done with them.
Mom looked beautiful as could be, she had taken one last bath and put on her makeup very carefully.
This was not makeup in the usual sense; Mom did not rouge and put on lipstick or wear perfume, because for the human body, all of these things are harmful as food, and Mom would not make us physically uncomfortable in even the slightest way.
Mom very evenly coated her freshly repaired fingernails and toenails with a layer of colorless nail polish that made the nails look beautifully shaped.
The skin was also very smooth, not only had it been cleaned countless times, but all the hair on the body had been removed except for the hair. Mom also removed the calluses on the palms of her hands and feet by soaking them in medicated water to soften them.
On their feet they wore a pair of very sexy open-toe lace-up heeled sandals, because for the purposes of processing, everyone being processed was required to wear shoes that would not come off easily.
After giving us each a kiss, Mom walked resolutely to the kitchen.
I tenderly kissed my mom all over her body, every spot, every inch. Then gently took hold of mom’s jade hand and cuffed it with the rings embedded in the countertop, then the other hand, both feet, and the supple waist, these were to prevent the prey to be handled from struggling. Struggling would not only make the kitchen dirty, but would intensify the pain of the prey.
This was the last of the preparations for handling the prey, the rest of which Mom did herself, and did so with great care and attention.
How can one appreciate the feelings of a man who knows he is going to die when he tries to make his death a cleaner one ！！！！
I looked at my mom: “Mom! Do… do… do you… do you have anything else to say?”
Mom looked at me, considered, and asked, “Do I look clean? I’ve never just handled other people, I wonder if there’s something else I’ve neglected in handling myself for the first time?”
I nodded: “You’re always the cleanest, mom!”
“Do I look beautiful?”
“You’ll always be the most beautiful, Mom!”
“Doesn’t it look old?”
I shook my head firmly.
Mom smiled joyfully, “Then I’m relieved!”
“Come on!” She whispered, closing her eyes.
I picked up the fast knife that had been in my hand, “Bye! I love!” The fast knife passed over mom’s snow-white, slender neck .
I twisted my head.
With just one cut, a single slash severed the aorta in mom’s neck, and blood surged out of a mouth-sized gash. Mom’s body convulsed, but there was a quiet smile on her face, as if she wasn’t in any pain.
I dropped the knife and bawled on my mom.
Mom’s body gradually cooled, and my heart plummeted into a frigid hell.
Mom died like that, at the hands of the man she loved so much, her son. From now on, I will never see my loving mom again, and no matter what, I will never forgive myself for the crime I committed against love.
I pulled one of the steel rings on the counter, and the flat counter flipped up, turning Mom’s body into a head-down upside-down position, with all the blood in her body rapidly flowing into a large basin directly beneath her.
(Author’s note: let has been waiting for this moment of readers disappointed, because this article is not SM type fishy pie novel, the plot is not allowed to author here to do a lot of surreal sexual abuse depiction. And in the day-to-day, for the consumption of animals generally have to be processed as soon as possible, and the blood will be drained, otherwise the blood left in the body will seriously affect the effect of food.)
For an hour or so after this, I was like a walking corpse, mechanically doing the work of disposing of my mom’s body.
After draining the blood, my mother’s body was put back on the counter. I cut open her abdomen with a knife, removed her internal organs, hooked her heels and hung her body upside down, cleaned it, disassembled it, and put it in the pot… The children accompanied me silently in these tasks.
Two hours later, the kids and I had fresh broth for the first time in two months.
At first none of them meant to even taste it, but if that happened, Mom would have been sacrificed for nothing.
I finished the broth in front of me in one gulp with tears in my eyes, and took my mom’s hair and nails – which were the only remaining parts of her body – and went back to my room.
I lay face down on the bed, sniffing the afterglow of my mom’s scent. Yesterday, my mom and I had a good time together, but today she was a ghost.
Just then I suddenly remembered the dying gift my mom had left me and hurriedly got up to open the gift box that was sitting on the table.
When I opened the gift box, the first thing that appeared in front of me was a letter in my mother’s beautiful handwriting: “To my favorite person!” Underneath the letter was a piece of clothing that looked like it had been hand-knitted.
I carefully opened the envelope, and inside was a plain white letter raft with my mom’s handwriting in ink that had only just dried.
“I love!
By the time you see this letter, I will no longer be alive.
The thought of saying goodbye to you forever is as painful as a tear in the heart.
But I don’t regret making that decision.
Why regret it?
I have had both the best man and the best son in my life, who is gentle and loving and faithful, strong and smart, and I have had four love children with this man.
The greatest happiness a woman can have, I have it all, and such I die without regret.
If the conditions allow me to really intend to grow old with you, but the reality is so cruel.
I remember when you were little I used to tell you a little story I read in a book: a herd of antelopes was being chased by hunters and ran into a cliff. If they could jump over the cliff, there would be a way out, but the cliff was so wide that even a good antelope could not leap over it.
The antelopes were desperate, with an abyss in front of them and a life-threatening shotgun behind them, the herd was in a desperate situation of extinction, and the hunters were proudly surrounding them, ready to kill them all.
Just then the antelope rapidly divided into two herds, one of the older and the other of the younger and stronger, but the two herds were just equal in number.
An old antelope starts to run towards the cliff, and not far behind it another young antelope starts to run at the same time. The two antelopes jumped up together at the mouth of the cliff, and the young antelope stepped on the back of the old antelope and got a chance to make a second run and landed on the opposite side of the cliff, while the old antelope fell even more quickly into the abyss and died.
The other antelopes followed suit, all the older Gan sacrificed, leaving their lives to the younger, fitter antelopes.
In this way, although half of the antelope died, the seeds of life were preserved.
The hunters could only stare at the distant herd of antelope.
In the future, I often wondered what I would do if we were faced with such a desperate situation.
Now that such a desperate situation had come to pass, I thought twice before choosing the present course, which was the one chosen by the old gazelle.
If we don’t but selfishly want to live only for ourselves, we human beings will also become extinct, and then we will be the biggest sinners in destroying the human race.
I can’t carry such a reputation, and I can’t let the man I love be such a sinner for the ages.
Please don’t blame me if I make you sad by doing this. Also, please live a good life and take on the heavy responsibility of nurturing your children. I’m just one hundred percent done, and your task is much heavier than mine, but I believe my man is capable of taking on such a responsibility and accomplishing this task.
Finally, I want to give you a gift! This is a pair of panties I made for you from the pubic hair I’ve grown over the past thirteen years – yes, since the day we were united, because you complimented me that day on the beauty of my thin, dark and soft pubic hair…
I wanted to knit you an undershirt for your 15th anniversary… but I couldn’t wait…
Put it on! That way I’ll feel like I’m with you all the time… in the most intimate way that only the two of us alone can be… God knows how much I don’t want to leave you!!!!
There’s no one who loves you more than me…
But it was necessary to say goodbye!
Kiss you.
Mom on the same day.”
Tears streamed down my face and dripped onto the letterhead.
I put down the letterhead and took out of the box the panties that my mom had knitted by hand, panties that she had knitted from her dark, soft pubic hair, kneading the fine hairs into threads before finely weaving them into a pair of panties.
After thirteen years of collecting pubic hair just for my words, what kind of love would sustain a mom to do such a thing?
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.
Holding the relics my mom left me, I raised my head to the sky and let out a sonorous roar.
“ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ┅┅┅┅”
In the blink of an eye another twenty years have passed, and now I am a weathered old man.
On the day of my mother’s service, I took all my children and grandchildren and went back to her grave, in which her bones were buried, real bones from the soup.
Mom’s grave is built on a scenic hill, and at the bottom of the hill is the new home I built for my children.
I sat at the grave and gently caressed the headstone as I used to caress my mom’s skin.
“My love, I have brought the children to see you.
Pim had just given birth to her 18th child the day before yesterday, and was still in labor, so she couldn’t come to see you, and all the other children were here. I don’t know how many there were in total, but there were always about two to three hundred, big and small… All of them were born to me and my daughters, thanks to you… And these children were having small children again… But Little Ming wasn’t there, so we disposed of him as well, because there was no food… But after that, the sky turned blue, and the field things were growing again… and we got the embryos of animals that had been preserved from before the war from the laboratories, and the animals were there… Although the The world was still desolate… but it was gradually getting better… The underwear you left me, I wore it every day and never washed it because it had your scent on it… and even when I made love, I kept it next to me…
You said that your death and my survival were tasks… You’ve accomplished your task and left me alone in this world… My task is finally complete… Even if it’s not… I can’t wait…
I love! I’ve come to keep you company… You won’t be alone anymore… I won’t be alone anymore…”
I picked up the same knife that had once slit my mom’s throat twenty years ago and cut my own carotid artery. Blood gushed out and there was no pain, but a sense of relief.
In a haze, I saw my mom, as beautiful and gentle as ever, and I was hugging her tightly…
A tour group is standing on a picturesque hillside listening to a tour guide lady.
“What you see now is the mausoleum where the common ancestors of our new century mankind are buried together, and I’m sure you all know about them from history textbooks… in order to continue the seeds of life…”
At the top of the hill is a huge, ornately decorated mausoleum with a monument in front of it with four big words: “the first of mankind.”
In a box made of transparent alloy in front of the headstone, a pair of panties woven from pubic hair was offered.
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