Falling Red Leaves

I live in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, is not vulgar. Every time I look over from the sparse green willow, the Yangtze River under the rising sun shining with golden yellow light, the river boat sailing past, white sails rippling water light, like the Silver River clouds drift piece by piece.

After the spring, a fine rain like crispy, hibernating grass began to reveal the green eyes; summer, the sun is hot, tall sycamore trees hold up the shade of the sun; after the fall, the autumn rain at first warm and cold, sycamore leaves first yellow, and then bronze, and then with a metallic ringing sound, a piece of the drift down, the winter is soon to come.

That most unforgettable, hometown of winter, hometown of snow, in the middle of how many sweet and sour memories hidden.

(i)

When I was seventeen years old, the winter solstice had passed and the bitter north wind was blowing day after day. Toward evening, the twilight is getting heavier and heavier, the street in addition to a few stalls are still open for business in addition to the usual people have closed their doors early. I was shut out of the raging cold wind, but from the sun and rain of the old ancestral house cracked wooden boards into the cracks, whistling cold air. At this time, my mother and I will buy a few sheets of dowry paper, cut into a line, mix the paste to be able to seal the cracks are glued to the paper strips, ready for the winter.

“Bridge, do you think your father has arrived yet? It’s so cold, I’m really afraid that the coat I asked him to bring isn’t warm enough.” Mother’s white face was filled with worry. “Mom, you don’t have to worry, Dad wore quite a lot when he went out, and with so many colleagues in the car, he’ll be fine. You’ll just worry blindly.” Dad was wearing the greenish-gray lake-crepe-faced leather robe that had been passed down from his grandfather, with an old-fashioned coat with large sleeves over it. As a good paleontologist, father as soon as he heard of any new species, will immediately two eyes, despite the weak body, have to go out to the scene. This time is the Zhejiang Provincial Bureau of Cultural Relics invited him to identify the newly discovered dinosaur fossils, said to be a both herbivorous and carnivorous full-length six or seven meters of medium-sized dinosaur new species, rescue and excavation work will soon be launched. “Hey, I’m not worried about his body and bones. Your grandfather gave him the prescription of Chinese medicine in the morning finished, had to let him bring some Western medicine. If I had known, I would have prescribed more, but not to …… hey!” Mother long boo short sigh, will be far away from the gaze back, light eyes rippled with a little shimmer. “This is not not thought of it. Look at the weather, as if it is going to snow, this if the snow closed the mountain, I do not know how to get. Dad is a stubborn donkey, can’t be persuaded to listen.”

I was both worried and a bit resentful. My mother was always the one who took care of the house, she had to work and take care of the family at the same time. Moreover, my father’s health has always been bad, always my mother’s care, husband and wife have never had a red face and quarrel, no wonder my family has been rated by the street committee as a five good families every year.

“Yeah. This time he said he would be back in as little as two or three days, or as much as a week. But people’s plans are not as good as God’s plans, and it would be something extraordinary if it really snows heavily. Alas, Bridge, do you think it will?” Mother rubbed her hands together to keep warm, and the airflow coming out of her mouth immediately formed a thin layer of mist on the window.

“Mom, you’re cold. Come on, let’s make the stove.” I took my mother’s hand and put it in my palm, and it was really cold. My mother’s small hands are round and delicate, a pair of unrivaled exquisite dexterity, through its small hands gently plucked and slowly twisted, Suzhou commentary famous throughout the world.

“No, it’s not cold. Qiao’er, there’s still some of the lotus flower corn porridge that mom made, so you can have another bowl.” With a gentle struggle, my mother let me hold her, her originally white face lightly floating a little scarlet.

I took a deep breath, the mother who stood in front of me was so dignified, beautiful, this is the mother who gave birth to me and raised me, my pulse beats with her blood. I can’t ignore this beauty, this kind of feeling is inherent in my life, wandering in my dreams, so I can’t get rid of it every time.

I often look forward to it, when I am bored. Mr. Lu Xun wrote in The Scream, “I’ve just been bored lately, and boredom is just like a big viper wrapped around my soul.” He wrote it so well that it spoke to my inner world in one word. Because I always feel that boredom is very magical, it comes from nowhere, and after wrapping around a person, it can never be got rid of, just like the big viper in the forest of India, which is regarded as sacred and demonic by people.

“Well, why don’t you go start the stove and I’ll go get some more charcoal.” My mother drew back my small hand that was placed at the corner of my mouth to puff, turned around and walked into the storage room, her thin figure was like a light green and light ochre painting. I followed closely behind her, inside the tightly closed room seemed to be everywhere wafting her body’s charming aroma, the ghost into the nose, I seemed to see the sky’s peach-colored clouds.

“Mom, I miss you …… I want you ……” I felt my heartbeat intensify as I wrapped my arms around my mother’s soft body from behind, “You know what? I didn’t get much sleep last night, I just kept listening to you and Dad ……”

“Ah, no, don’t …… Bridle …… you, you promised me ……” Mother tried to break free from my embrace , however, she was powerless, my strong arms were born and raised by her. I can deeply feel my mother’s hands and feet are as if frozen, the whole body in the soso shivering. I leaned my face against her back, my arms still wrapped tightly around her, my mother’s sharp breasts in my grasp, rising my burning desire.

“Mom, Mom, just let me hug you, just like that.” I begged, low baritone voice trembling like a willow in the wind, let the north wind outside the window whistling blowing, with the upside down drunkenness in the sky dancing, stumbling with a few more dream residual dream missing.

“Good boy, listen to me …… This is not good, it’s really bad, let go of me, I’m your mom!”

Mother choked, the silver bell-like voice ringing in my ears, my soul is like lying on a dream net, swaying in her dense aroma, gentle, fluttering, quiet, I simply like drinking old wine drunk.

“Mom, isn’t it nice to just cuddle like this? Didn’t you say you liked it when I hugged you like this? Mom, these days, I’m having a bad, bad time!” I lifted my face and put my mouth to her pointed earlobes; my mother’s ear hooks were those old-fashioned solid gold hoops that shone gold in her cloud-like dark hair. Outside the window the sky was low, the clouds were dull, the north wind hooted and swept over the tiles, the ditches, countless dead leaves swirled and flew apart in the wind, and the woods trembled in the wind, as did my mother in my arms at this moment.

“Ah, bridge child, mom can not make mistakes again. Let go of mom, my good boy ……” The mother’s voice was broken, if anything, just like a half-dried stream under the cover of a white paddle, and even more like a soughing autumn sound.

I am silent. My mother’s voice is low, like a lost mermaid sobbing on a dark night. I read it, on a bleak winter day like this one, and appreciate all the shock and poignancy it brings. In those old days, my mind had long been corrupted by that great serpent, and I was sometimes willing the pain to return, for it was also accompanied by joy, and could lift my gloomy spirits a little. I have neither the courage of Hemingway to commit suicide, nor can I allow this deathly silence to permanently erode my mind. I would, then, have to make one mistake after another.

In silence I held on to my hold. My left hand from the bottom lapel of her dress reached in, mother’s breasts full of a grip, typical of the Jiangnan water village women unique show, in my grasp, twisted into shape, and euphemized into a chant. Can provoke my burning desire is gentle and exquisite cunt, in the right hand under the cover, from cold and hot, dense into a cloud.

And my mother stopped struggling. The house was quiet, but jumping with our excited pulse, a mysterious language of nature slowly penetrated into the depths of my heart, I believe that my mother and I are the same. In this realm of silence, my heart like a strand of wandering silk like curls fly up, thinking of that year and that day of the good times, the end of the wine, the despondent low back, the kind of lingering sadness and that layer of deep inexorable!

Mother cried. Feminine, gentle, sentimental, tender by nature, mother trembled, a warmth up to my fingertips. I turned my mother’s body, her bright eyes dazzle, slightly poignant pity, the bamboo fence in my heart collapsed again. I gently picked her up, her red lips like a blossoming cordial, the color is as bright as a paper cut, and the flow of autumn waves more floating in the green, I can not help but think of a poem: “In her autumn water, the turquoise grass passes by.”

“Bridge child …… you, you put down the mosquito net ……” mother timid, delicate soft as water voice like a bird song with feathers.

“Hey, Mom.” I obediently lowered the beaded rosette tent, as she stubbornly wanted to do despite the fact that we were the only two people in the room. The mahogany and lacquer bed that my mother had been married to swayed, a rhythmic, staccato rhythm. Mother’s tenderness in her mournful low moan in a strand out, the sound of a rhyme, like a spring at first in the cracks of the stone difficult to swallow the flow, and then in my pull, gurgling, a cascade of water.

My mother’s pussy was a little raw at first, like a pale southern grape, amber in color, reddish in gaudiness. I felt my strong part speeding across the vast countryside, and like a boat tugging at a plain sail, anchored in the middle of a rice field. In my mind, no worries were left; I looked at the color of the grass, and listened to my mother’s melodious singing like birdsong, and the world was filled with some marvelous sounds.

“Bridge, lighten up …… I want to, I’m about to …… can’t stand it …… ” The mother undulated several times, slowly Slowly slowed down the amplitude of her swing, the complexity of the festival sound became harmonious, the length of the rapidity, the wind chanting the rain singing, lazy with a happy stretch.

I slowed down the pace and stretched my growing waist. I saw through the white netting, the openwork finials of faded blue silk, and the doilies that my mother and I had glued together. I returned my gaze, my mother’s body presents a frosty morning a pearl color, dense a deserted silver vapor, her entire body like a volume of wordless books, in front of my eyes unfolded. Mother’s throat voice lilting up, dazzling in the air, filled with a faint flower gas …… soft, fresh, give me unlimited joy.

After about three or five minutes, I heard the dripping of the rain between my mother’s meadows, and the low, trembling rhythms of her mumbling and murmuring, mingled with joyous and loud tones, a clear chirping that, for some reason, caused me to smile slightly at the movement, and yet caused me to weep. How can the light wind and the splash of the spring compare with the softest melody of human intercourse?

“Mmm …… mmm, hum …… yah…” my mother whimpered again, the duck down quilt covering her body arched, and unconsciously my mother and I stretched our legs out to Outside, drying in the light of the sun, actually do not feel the cold. I gazed and listened, all around her clear sound floating, such as spring insects chirping, flowers chanting. This scene, is not exactly that eternal day? That night, the night is beautiful, heaven and earth is surprisingly quiet, that night, which a painter’s color brush can not be depicted, and it will always be painted in my heart plate!

“Mom, I want to get it here, okay?” I gently clasped my fingers lightly over her daisy buds, the folds of which were hazy mountains, misted with fog, which looked like fairies draped in creamy cicada-winged veils, and which I often fantasized that one day I would be able to wander through. Mother was shy; I used to have to come from behind and she wouldn’t. That very position gave her a sense of humiliation, which I knew and understood. So I tried to guide her, taking advantage of this ethereal mood, taking advantage of this pin-up.

“No, no, that won’t do, how can that be? We’re not animals, besides it’s so dirty there ……” Her mother’s reserved and shy personality made her refuse this position that made her feel ashamed.

And yet I know. I knew that she and my father had done it, and I had seen it once by chance. It was when I was thirteen years old, just as the cicadas were trailing their remnants across the other branches, on a day when the summer heat was fading and the golden wind was blowing. ……

(ii)

“Bridge brother, today I caught another cricket, let’s go to find the big stupid “General” fight.” The neighbor’s Erlang pushed open the door of my house, holding a small tile jar, inside the chirping sound loud and clear, I could immediately hear that the cricket is very good at fighting. Sure enough, open a look, long body, big mouth, legs healthy, soap with brown, is also considered to be the top varieties of crickets. I gently with the tip of the grass a flick, it immediately grinning wings, leaping, chirping and chirping.

“Where did you find it? Hey, I’m sure I can beat that kid this time!” I was overjoyed. Yesterday I had also been scratching and clawing with the big water-beetle at the foot of the old brick wall behind my house and in the dank ruins, and I hadn’t found a single good dookie, or at most, a big fat three-tailed one, which didn’t help a bit.

“Hee hee, I found this last night by the ancient tomb in the back of the mountain, what the heck, it’s awesome, isn’t it?” Erlang’s smug look was like the cricket that was strutting its stuff in the tile bowl.

I laughed out loud and took him by the hand, “Come on, let’s go find the big dummy here.”

“Bridge, you haven’t eaten yet?” Mother rushed out, draped in a lavender woolen blouse and holding an unpeeled lozenge in her hand.

“It’s okay mom, I’m not hungry, you and dad eat ……” I replied as I pounded away, the passion of the fight burning me and inspiring me, I was going to beat that smug bastard right now.

But I lost that battle badly. When I went home with my head down, the night was late, the moon was covered by the treetops, I walked around the old house behind the piece of pond toward home. When I looked up, the old house was alone on the water, with sparse curtains hanging low in front of the building’s windows, and a few curling autumn willows lightly brushing the few clean white stones in front of the door. I did not go in through the front door, over the mottled and peeling old wall, jumped into the courtyard, the air of the autumn night is filled with the rich fragrance of acacia flowers. Through the glass building window, I saw my father’s study in the bright as a flood of autumn water, released a light light. On the exquisite ebony table near the window, there was a skeleton of an animal, which seemed to be my father’s new specimen.

My father and mother admired the specimen side by side, my father pointing out, and my mother nodding in admiration, with adoration and delight in the downcast eyes. I think, maybe it is the love of the house, mother also care for each of the father’s work, that kind of knowledge and understanding, often in the years to come, I marveled.

The watery light shines on my father’s gray hair and my mother’s red face. When they looked up occasionally, their love for each other flowed through their eyes.

My father was poor since childhood and had gray hair as a teenager. However, he excelled in his studies and was highly regarded by the school and the industry, and could be regarded as one of the best of the best. My mother knew my father because of my great-uncle, who was in the same class as my father. After graduating from college that year, my father went to my great-uncle’s house to play and bumped into my mother. Listen to my mother said, she was attracted by the father’s black eyes flow of the deep misty wisdom, not because of the father’s weak appearance and contempt, on the contrary, it was love at first sight, and from then on to the father in love, lifelong. It can be said that my father’s outstanding success in his academic field could not have been achieved without my mother’s help.

“Pei Jiang, I’m leaving for Beijing tomorrow, what do you want me to buy to come back and send you?” Father gently took his mother in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her sideburns as his two hands roamed her body.

“Well, I don’t want anything. I’m just looking forward to you coming back earlier after your errands. Why don’t you buy some toys for Qiao’er, he’s been playing wildly these days, I really don’t know how to teach him.” Mother’s tone was sweet and creamy, like glutinous rice paste mixed with sugar.

“You’ll spoil him if you keep spoiling him like that.” Slowly my father was in the process of removing my mother’s dress when I saw her break away from him, go to the window and pull the curtains up. In my haste to hide I also saw a milk-like whiteness at the base of my mother’s neck, and while my heart was pounding I leapt into my mother’s bedroom, knowing my mother’s temperament well enough to know that she would never do that with my father in the study.

“You, in the study is not the same, have to come back to the bedroom.” As I expected, my father could not resist my mother’s insistence and had to follow her back to their bedroom.

“No, how can you do such a thing there? What if Bridge comes back suddenly? Yunon, just leave the light on.” Mother closed the door behind her, and then proceeded to undo her underwear, before arranging them neatly on the bedside table. The light, still on, Father didn’t pay any attention to her, he wanted to savor and appreciate his mother’s beauty.

Desire stirred within me in a surging passion. This passion from my lower abdominal cavity upward, upward, as if to break through my heart, and then scattered to the vast quadrant. My mother’s breasts were small and delicate, not as large as those of the neighbor’s large water-boat mother, yet more exquisitely rounded, with mauve tips that dotted her pointed breasts.

My father stroked my mother’s abdomen, where there was a scar from giving birth to me. “Ginger, you’re beautiful. Look, it’s all wet ……”

“Hmph ah …… Yu Nong, don’t you touch anymore ……” Mother closed her eyes, I could feel the rising fire of lust inside her as it smothered my chest in the same way, making me tightly close my Lips could not breathe, and for the first time my ardent virile roots proudly raised my tent.

“Okay, my little baby, I’m coming ……,” his father pushed up that shaft into his mother’s depths, a muffled timbre emanating from his throat as he lifted her legs in his own hands in a spear-thrusting sun position.

I heard my mother’s voice crying with joy, the air was interspersed with a fine sandy rubbing sound, I was attracted to listen carefully, it was not like the sound of their cunts meeting, but like three or five small blue dragonflies rubbing each other’s thin wings, the creek whimpered, and the sound seemed to be tinted with color and flourish, and I could almost see the wet green, far away and near, enveloped in a dismal mist.

“Ah…” came the father’s long cry, which was actually a bit forlorn and disheveled. His body wriggled a few times, and then lay on top of his mother and did not move. Time stood still in general, the night is long, the house is dead silent, I only heard my own breathing suddenly slow and sharp. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry …… Ginger, I didn’t do it for so long, I thought …… thought …… who knew… …”

Hiding behind the curtains, I hold my breath, afraid to open my mouth as the coolness of the late fall night rises from the cracks of my toes. I heard my mother sigh long and hard.

“It’s okay. Brother Ming. You’ve always been in bad shape, and you’ve probably been distracted by your heavy workload for a while now. It doesn’t matter, let’s start over.” Mother braced herself, her naked torso like a melancholy goddess of holiness and softness, emitting sapphire-like shattered light. I finally saw the coral-like liquid that my father squirted out, drenching and draping her silky pubic hair, lascivious and desperate.

“Here, let me help you.” The mother’s hand took hold of her father’s hanging tie, slowly, rubbing it until it awoke again.

“Ginger, I’ve heard there’s a way to stimulate me ……,” his father slipped his fingers deep into his mother, his eyes glowing as his flirtatious wife spread out across the orange lights daintily as she had been when she was a bride.

“What?” Mother gasped. Putting her hand on her father’s face she stroked it gently, gentle as a flying goddess in a dance.

“I heard that it’s okay to stick it here. Ginger, let’s try it, shall we?” In the heat of the moment, my father pressed his thumb against my mother’s anus.

“Ah, how can this be? How dare you think of it, how dirty it is.” Mother’s face turned auburn with shame and pushed Father.

“No, it’ll work, really. Ginger, just let me try.” There was anxiety, begging in my father’s stubborn voice.

“It’s so small here, how can I stick it in? And it will hurt.” Her mother hesitated, and under her father’s caresses, her cunt-mare produced some juices that sparkled in the light.

“You do not try, how to know not. Come on, ginger …… even for my …… sake,” the father may think of the taste of it, the phallus through the bar hard, in the mother’s hand to hold open. Mother’s uneasy mood slowly calm, she looked at the phallus, mumbling.

“Okay, just this once.” She propped her elbows on the bed, her rounded hips facing right in my direction. Her pubic hair was half wet and half dry, her tender red labia were half open and half closed, and in the center then arched the delicate, smooth, surfeit of ladyflesh, distracted, my lips cracked and wanted to dry out, imagining that refreshingly sweet juice, tender red flap flesh, the corners of my mouth finally flooded with salivation.

“Ah, it hurts …… it hurts ……” Mother’s buttocks were bare and uncluttered, not overgrown like a pussy mare, and you could clearly see the head of Father’s glans had disappeared into the daisy bud.

“Just bear it for a while, you forget, the first time is all like this ……” Father pressed his left hand on his mother’s bare buttocks, while his right hand reached around to her breasts, and then stepped back a little and pushed up again. Although I could not see my mother’s expression from behind, I heard some pleasure from her moans of pain, and I think my mother was in pain, however, also rejoicing.

In the hidden shadows, my sinewy manhood gulped in my hand, reckless as a lone wolf running for food on the prairie.

The mother’s gasps and moans echoed in the still night, seemingly ethereal and mysterious, with the characteristic Oriental woman’s chants and sobs, “Dying …… I’m really dying ……”

I seem to feel the loneliness of the green asparagus breaking through the fine ground, and I also saw, the blood color, the cruel red …… “Bridge, get up, okay?” Mother’s gentle tone was as usual, with a subtle fragrance.

“Well, Mom, I’m going to heat up some wine and we’ll have a few cups, okay?” My hand leisurely pressed against my mother’s warm mound, slowly and gently, like caressing a newborn baby.

The yellow leaves flying outside the window hit the old window door, the wind is getting tighter and tighter, the sky, more and more gloomy.

“I’d better go, you lie in bed warm.” Mother lifted her body away from the original snuggling my firm abs, love river after bathing her breathless whisper, like a pearl rolled jade disk, soft and mellow like moving. She turned her back, her luscious back glistening with crystals, and my eyes brimmed with tears. I was moved.

My mother lived intact in my past years, which were the liveliest and most distinctive seventeen years of my life, and it was in such days that I listened to the secret language of the sky and nature, peered at the stolen love of mountains and clouds, familiarized myself with the love affair of the rice plains and the land, and took part in the rendezvous of the ocean and the sandy shores……. In my home, there were sixteen altars of the “Daughter’s Red” that my mother had brought along with her to the marriage “Daughter’s Red”. My father wouldn’t drink, and my mother didn’t drink either, until the year I turned sixteen, when my maternal grandfather came to the house and my mother took it out of the larder.

Mother opened the lid of the altar, the wine was carmine red, a strong color that embodied life’s persistent emotions and contained rich undertones: death and rebirth, entanglement and liberation, disillusionment and reality, imprisonment and freedom… “Bridge, this is mother’s nostalgia.”

My whole body shook. Thin and graceful mother left her mother’s home for more than ten years, her mother’s home juniper forest town is not far from here, but never saw my mother go back, why exactly, I do not know. However, today for the first time to see my mother’s face heavy, in the shadow of the shifting wine feel strange and dismal. The warmth of the flames dancing in the charcoal stove, and the wine.

“Mom, are you homesick?” A faint pity rose in my heart’s eye. Maybe it’s because as you get older, nostalgia comes and goes like the tides.

Mother’s pure and elegant face had two bead-sized tears, she shook her head slightly, “No. Bridge, you are still young, you don’t understand ……” Her voice was as light as smoke, wandering on the pale red window pane.

“Mom, I’ll go home with you sometime to visit. I haven’t been to my grandma’s house yet.” My mother’s eyes were swirling and mesmerizing, moving. I gazed at the charming smile at the corner of her lips, where she was harboring so many tender cries of love and happiness.

I just looked at it, really wanting to look at the floating world as dust on my eyelashes.

“Yes, after your college entrance exam next year, we’ll go back.” Mother was a bit pleased, “Actually you went back, but you were only two years old at that time, and you have long forgotten.”

“Come on, Mom, let’s drink a toast.” I picked up the bowl and the wine, crisp as the harsh winter outside the window, melted in my warm gut.

My mother’s jade-like hand also served up, a drink. I didn’t know that my mother had such a large capacity for alcohol, I was surprised to see the slight smile at the corner of her mouth, she was bright in the mountain top of my heart, clear in all my sky, so how can I not love her? As intoxicated as ……

In my obsessive gaze, the mother’s beautiful face, suddenly flew up a red cloud, “still not enough to see ah, dullard ……” mother’s pout destroyed my nerves. How to see enough? I gazed at the sea deep like eyes, that flotsam low back, any eons of time to pass, but also can not take away the deep attachment. In the depths of that charming eyes, I have long lost myself.

I sank once more into that sea, and I surfed happily. My mother, in her murmured ravings, braced herself to hold my strength, and there was a poignant, fluttering beauty in her face. At last, once again, the waters were flowing, O mother of the dreams I had longed for day and night! My mother’s low and melodious purring, gentle and lingering, like the sea’s chant, shrouded in a golden haze, kept coming from my ears.

The mother arched and lurched, and who knew? There is a herd of enraged wild horses under the calm sea of the lake!

I gazed at her silently, and she gazed at me with her deep, tender eyes. –In the depths of those eyes, I felt an irresistible charm.

“Oh …… Bridge…” she moaned. I sipped at the shiny, luscious grains of rosewood color, and with a slight nibble, the creamy scent tantalized my mouth. I was startled to feel her shudder, and the dusty root underneath was immediately sucked once again into that sea of warmth. It is gentle and quiet, bold and passionate, culminating in a deep, mysterious and superb …… shouts of pedestrians outside the door, “It’s going to snow soon!”

The snow, as expected, said down on the down. A short while later, the first is a full of “rain and snow”, bean-sized raindrops accompanied by natural hexagonal crystals hit the back of the house of the black tile, like a mother’s dexterity of the two hands gently across the silk of her piano, ding dong dong, pleasant to the ear ……

Mother sat up, anxious eyes through the layer of openwork paper windows, “It’s snowing, it should be here by now ……”

Outside the window, the wind chased the snow, up and down, spinning, left and right, fluttering, sparse and dense, and suddenly turned around to take off, and suddenly before the arms, and then, a headlong rush to look forward to embracing her earth. This snowy snow scene, should be a young man’s paradise of joy, neighborhood children have been cheering to the streets and alleys, although stumbling, but full of joy.

I withdrew my gaze as my mother’s red lips were clouded with a melancholy white.

“Mom, Dad will call back when he gets there. Don’t you worry, it’s not the first time Dad’s been out and about, he’s been through more dangerous ones before, let alone this snow.”

The mother’s snow white arm stretched out, gathered up the pearl and Luo veil, “You are just happy by yourself, not worried at all, so heartless ……” Some displeasure in her voice, the ghostly reprimand is still with a little bit of pouting.

“Mom, you’re wrong about me. I love Dad just as much as you do, there’s no difference. I’m just saying, even if we worry about it for half a day, it’s useless, what’s going to happen will happen, and what’s not going to happen won’t happen, so there’s no need to worry too much about it.” I was a little aggravated and pulled back my fingers that were still in my mother’s pussy, the strong taste of semen was like an aromatic sweet mash out of breath, slowly fading away.

“Still say it? Look at you ……” My mother’s whole body shook a little, and she gave me a blank look, put on her cotton coat, and closed her eyes in meditation.

I am speechless. It’s hard to know what to say when you’re in my position. I have fallen into the realm of dreams in reality, and the realm of dreams has seeped into my life. I am lost, as if I am already distraught over the quest, as if I am still hesitantly wandering the streets of dreams, lost in the fog as my intention is lost in the slightest opening of my heart ……

I don’t know if that counts as love. My mother didn’t recognize it, and I didn’t know any better. As I rushed, almost hysterically, through the vast meadows of my mother’s life, all I knew was that the caresses that delighted me, the ramblings that intoxicated me, and the melodies and rhythms that made my feelings run wild, everything in the world seemed beautiful and brilliant, pure and harmonious.

In the great fusion and harmony of heaven and earth, I was dissolved and fused, and heaven and earth became one. In my intoxication, I forgot the existence of my father, and in my ecstasy, I forgot the ethics of the Son of Man. As if it were a short moment, and as if it were a long century, I can’t remember at all how many times I have enjoyed such warmth, such sweetness and such beauty ……

I do not know, I will be as my mother said – one day, I will feel that the soothing is no longer so delightful, that rambling is no longer so soul-stirring, and my mother’s jade-like carcass is gradually yellow, her delicate flowers are also becoming more and more emaciated, pointed full breasts shriveled like winter fruit when I will understand.

I was terrified, confused and terrified …… Perhaps there really will be a day when the sun, which I had thought would never land, will land, and I will be independent on the twilight of the pale land, alone and crying out to the infinite firmament.

My father finally called, they had arrived safely at their destination and had set up camp, telling us not to worry. Mother lay back under the covers with joy, and the light of love drenched everything, and for the first time I gazed at her with sensible eyes. Her emerald face was full of auspiciousness and happiness, and she was a goddess of holiness and beauty with her eyes closed in slumber! Serene and clear, dazzling and mesmerizing.

I gently pressed my hand on my mother’s high and low pubic mound, her cunt like a curved moon heh …… diffuse indecipherable over my hungry heart, my heart in this silence slowly precipitated, slowly into dreamland ……

(iii)

When you nibble an apple with your teeth, you say to it in your heart, “Your seed will live in me, your future shoots will thrive in my heart, your fragrance will be my scent, and we will be happy together through all the years.”

I looked toward my mother sitting in front of the dresser, the mirror, she frowned and plucked quite thin eyebrows, such as the grief of the little woman. Her thin lips slightly open, gently and lightly smiling, smiling rows of neat white teeth, the corners of the lips with a few shallow lines, by which a few laugh lines, the whole smile has a few points of shyness and shyness and timidity. The dresser is the ancient kind, red sandalwood production, with that huge mahogany bed, bedside table, are mother brought from her mother’s home. There are several cosmetics, perfume on the dresser, but it seems that I have not seen my mother used, just show like rows and columns, she was born with beauty, this does not need any carving and decorating dress up.

My mother was very good at the pipa, and her singing voice was so beautiful and clear that I think the best way to describe it is as described in Bai Juyi’s Pipa Xing: “Noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy”. This is the best way to describe it. My homeroom teacher, Ms. Wang Transmutation, is a language teacher, and she has always favored me in the whole class, which I think is also due to the song “Pipa Xing”.

I remember that last year, when we came to Bai Juyi’s Pipa Xing, Wang Transmigration happened to ask me a question about my views on the poem, and I spoke eloquently about it. I said at that time that “Pipa Xing” was not only an original narrative poem rich in vitality, but would also be an extremely outstanding short story if rewritten as a novel, because not only is its story structure rigorous, but also its characterizations are very vivid, so it can be said that this is a true piece of pure literature, and one never tires of reading a good work.

Maybe it was from that day on, Wang transmuted me from the life committee to the language subject representative, and from then on came into my private life.

“Bridge, what are you staring at? Aren’t you going to school?” My mother smiled faintly when she saw me looking at her, and she was so beautiful when she smiled! The soft contours had a classical splendor, yet so vivid and airy.

“Ah, mom, you’re so beautiful ……,” I retracted my unbridled gaze in consternation, as well as my whimsical thoughts, “Yeah, I have to go to school today, and Ms. Wang Transmutation said she had to assign some homework.” Because of the snow, the school had to take a sudden vacation, and the classes didn’t even have time to assign homework.

“Well, then you go quickly. Still dawdling …… here,” my mother scolded, pointing to the tip of my nose, her hand percolated a cool fragrance, while the corner of the lips of that smile beautifully subtle, such as the violet flower under the corner of the wall.

My heart swings, take her into her arms, at this moment the lights are hazy, people are hazy, I am also like that dawn fog, before the eyes of a piece of chaos, like real like a fantasy like a dream.

“Go, tossed a night is not enough ah ……” mother pouting pushed me away, turned toward the kitchen, mouth still humming: “is the youth people in the end of the world, add one time years, less one time years.

Near dusk counting all the returning crows, open a window screen, cover a window screen.

Rain, wind, Jian Jian, gather a bunch of fallen flowers, scattered a bunch of fallen flowers.

Boredom is boring, sorrow is helpless, sing a lute, pluck a lute.

The industry body has nowhere to rest, called a wrongdoer, cursed a wrongdoer. “I can hear, this is the Ming Dynasty Feng Weimin’s Northern Shuangtong – Toad Palace song “Four Scenes of Boudoir Words”, the singing voice is crisp and clear, for a time, I actually listened to the infatuation ……

I pushed the door, the eyes suddenly bright, last night in the tile house paper window outside the world, white. Yesterday, the ground is piled up with fallen leaves still looks a mess of the compound, now has been covered by snow, like in the top cover a huge white handkerchief, mother and I planted two date palms together majestically wearing silver armor, proudly stretching out snow-white arms to the sky. The river, less than ten meters away, was frozen with thick ice, and the sound of the flow could not be heard.

I didn’t go over the bridge, and I didn’t need a bridge, the other side was the wilderness, and I stepped through the snow toward the school.

Wang Transmutation’s house was not actually in the school, it was behind the school. It was a three-room house with stone walls and a tiled roof. When I arrived, Wang Transmutation was wearing an apron, her two beautiful hands were sticky, she was running the dumpling skin.

Her cheeks were flushed.

“Come on in, it’s really cold out there too, see how your little face is freezing?”

I smiled at her and, with a bow of my head, walked into her kitchen. The light in the room was slightly dim, and on the wall facing the door was a faded New Year’s picture of a fat child riding on a goldfish. In the center of the room was a wooden table, a few stools, and some unwashed clothes piled up in the corner of the room, with Wang Transmutation’s bra conspicuously placed at the top.

“Let’s eat here at noon, wash your hands and help me roll out the dumpling skin.” Wang Transmutation had already taken off her apron and replaced it with a set of household cotton wool sweater, and brought in a pot of fireplace that was burning brightly. Her hair was naturally slightly curly, streamlined and cascading over her shoulders, and her distinctive plump cheeks were unusually bright under the glow of the fire.

“What about him?” That’s what I call her husband from time to time, in both of our worlds. She gazed at me unblinkingly, the depths of her dark pupils reflecting and swirling around me. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me gently on the lips. For a moment, I felt a warm current pass through my circumference, and it was as if my heart had stopped beating on this winter morning.

“He’s on duty. It’s just the two of us today.” She brushed her hand off the snowflakes that had gotten on my jacket, “It’s been snowing so hard, it was hard to wait for it to rest, so I called you.” Her voice trembled slightly, as if it were a note floating on the wind.

She was so attentive that the water in the basin was warm. I washed my hands and she immediately clung to my chest, the scent of grass, the fragrance of acacia blossoms, intruded into my nostrils and was so clear and within reach.

“Miss me?” I squeezed her little hand. She smiled sweetly and shyly, bowed her head slightly, and then looked steadily into my eyes as I searched for the warmth she had given me in this fountain. Memories are like images in a movie, repeatedly launched in my mind, I feel jittery from time to time, suspecting that all I can grasp now, in fact, all an unreal movie. But the reality is knocking on my heart’s door from time to time, I clearly remember that after that intense yet tender lovemaking she hugged me tightly and said, “I hope you can remember me, remember today, remember that we have loved each other like this.”

“Come on, let’s get the dumplings ready and prepare some soup, I know you always swallow without it.”

Wang Transmigration was married from Southern Jiangsu three years ago. She loved to cook, and did so with great skill. She also loved to write poems, and in the world of poetry, she was like a doll who had not been exposed to the world, so naive that she did not seem to be touched by the fire of the earth.

That’s the only reason she’s so often at odds with her husband.

“”Requirements”? Did you write this poem recently?” I picked up the paper on the table and read, “I want to love once / I want to walk on the edge of life / To see the view of yonder shore / To see a petal of roses and sails go by / I want to love once / Like a green worm loves / A wet flower / Love once, I want to / Drink the honey away”

“Hush, listen, that’s the sound of snowflakes.” She put her index finger up to her lips, her clear eyes watery with a faint vision. She said no more, just rested her head on my shoulder, and I put my hand around her shoulder and gathered her close, her body soft and warm. We kissed.

Her tongue was sweet, slightly minty, I think it was the toothpaste. It stirred, reaching straight for my throat cavity, demanding, with fearlessness and infatuation.

“Do you, does your mom know, know?” Her mumbling little lips whispered in my ear, “She was the one who answered the phone this morning, and I, I was a little scared.” Her eyes were as deep as the dark night, pulsing and shimmering, as if she was waiting for something, and afraid of something.

“Fool, how would she know, don’t be afraid. I’m here.” In her presence, it was as if our years were reversed; instead of her being twelve years older than me, I was older than her.

“Yah, that’s good. Hold me tight again…” her dull eyes seemed to be dripping all over with oil, shining and glittering like shells glittering in the sun.

Maybe it was because she was wearing too much, it took some effort to take off her bottoms. Her pubic hair was in dark clumps, like a large forest, and if you just looked at her appearance, it would be hard to imagine that the clean-cut language teacher who read “A Night in the Lotus Pond” out loud in class had such exuberant hair and, well, flourished. The labia were purple-black and turned outward, darker in color than her original pale black pubic mound, not quite medium.

I first tried to stick in an index finger, then followed up by slipping my middle and ring fingers through as well, however to my surprise, I brought out some wet slime. “Ah, did you just fuck him?” I was a little surprised, a little huffy, though also a little irrational – after all, they were a proper, legal couple.

“Ah, I’m sorry …… when I was going out in the morning, he, he had to …… say that it was…” she gave me the benefit of the doubt, her face filled with an apologetic look, and her tone of voice became pensive, perhaps sensing my coldness and displeasure.

“Don’t say it. Come on, open wider ……” I ordered, resting one of her white, thin thighs on the wooden table, the bar stool creaking underneath her, and I could clearly see the bright red blood running under her skin, while at that moment her face glowed like a spring flower’s delicacy, like a morning sun’s splendor. Soon, there was a murmur of water coming from inside her cunt pussy, and a stream of sticky semen snaked out of her narrow slit, like a wisteria vine hanging down to the water’s surface, the kind of purple color of a painted smoky village.

Her fingers gently touched my huge, stroking the foreskin down to the base of the shaft, her pinky nudging my horse’s eye, her mouth murmuring lewd words. I covered her mouth with my hand, my body was so hot and dry that I could only feel my body falling into a swirl, and I screamed violently and thrust in.

On the whole, she is a young woman of the internal flirtation type, which I saw early on. She is very easy to heat, energy up, will be uncontrollable, have to vent it out. I remember the last time on her language class, on the halfway point, she suddenly called for self-study, and then instructed me to go with her to her dormitory to get the experiment homework, in fact, the root of the matter is that she came to the force.

The great serpent lurking within me burrowed out again, devouring my peaceful mind, and the river that had been smooth took on a passionate edge. In a single thrust, my soul transcended my body, sensing the pulse of my sex, and in the midst of the spinning I listened intently to her deep moans. With the lifting of her hips, I easily brought her to climax, yet it was only the first time, and she would not be deflowered without three or more.

I do not know, is not the appearance of beautiful women start love are so exciting and unrestrained. Wang transmutation appearance is not beautiful, but Chu Chu moving, at first glance she looks very much like an Indian woman, has a light brown skin color, black big deep eyes, beautiful nose, slightly freckles, but more added to her a few points of charm. In the eyes of outsiders Wang Transmigration marriage is very happy, her husband is a doctor, she is a people’s teacher, a match made in heaven.

However, it is not only the careers of both parties that create happiness, but also the character.

She screamed again. This time it was a cry, the kind that comes from the heart, the prelude to another orgasm. I didn’t need to touch it to know that the barstool beneath her was crimson wet, and with every shudder she gave, lewd water would always ooze from her pussy maw, even though my cock was pressed firmly against it, to no avail. I looked down slightly, the way her pussy lips flap open was just too indecent, as my penis feeds in and out, it would always reveal a white bottom flesh color, mixed with some sticky liquid. I closed my eyes and gave another bout of hard thrusting, it’s the snappy thrusting that creates the desired effect.

“Do you think I’m better at this thrust than he is?” I changed the angle and angled in, and her whole body curled up into a ball, her legs intertwined, her eyes mesmerized with some delight, some pleasure.

“That’s for sure …… Bridge, as long as I’m with you, even if you don’t penetrate me and talk to me for a while, I, I’m going to have pleasure ……” I don’t know if she’s lying or not, if she’s trying to pleasing me, yet I felt the struggle and catharsis of her emotions from the spasms within her pussy walls, which were wrapped in an almost hysterical passion that came pouring out of her.

“Transmutation, I’m going to stick it up your ass.” I purposely said it in a vulgar way, her dependence and obedience to me was unquestionable at this juncture. My middle finger inserted into her anus, and even though it was only halfway in, I could still feel the strength of her anal contractions.

“Ah, does that stick?” Her luscious chin lifted, the few freckles taking on a rosewood hue under the excitement.

I was speechless. Just slammed my middle finger all the way through the raise, back and forth dozens of times.

“Yes you can, baby, do as I say, come on, get down on your back ……” I rolled over her, her ass cheeks red and scarlet in the glow of the fireplace, a few pubic hairs draped around her anus, commissioned and tied up with a hint of pity, as in her eyes at the moment.

“Transmutation, you’re so hairy, even here.” I leaned over her, my mouth slurping her earlobe, blowing hot air into her ear. “When we’re done fucking later, I’ll pull the hair out of here, okay?”

She cried. Her whole body trembled and spasmed, and crystal clear tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. I comforted her, holding her waist with both hands.

“Transmutation, your asshole is much tighter than your pussy …… Does it hurt? Just bear with it for a while ……” The bar stool supported the weight of both of us, her legs split on either side of the bar stool, her whole face half-side up, and I heard her muddy, ragged gasps and moans like an elf wandering in the snow.

The school’s auditorium bell rang ten times, it was already ten o’clock in the morning. Wang Transmutation’s whole body trembled and winced, her anus clenched and clamped my penis a little raw, I pumped and rubbed fiercely again, with a full male power, its unstoppable. Her hair came down in disarray, covering half her face, and she let out a shuddering response to this rough, almost savage caress of mine.

It was a muddy road with no end in sight, and if there was one it was only until you were exhausted, so I took a long breath and pushed hard, not moving a muscle until all the cum in my body was injected into that muddy road.

(iv)

A wind that wanders only in a deep valley; an embankment that protects only a starry river.

That is still in my favorite fantasy, the most dreaming time, at that time, I am still young like a budding flower as shy, as ignorant as the newborn tiger, but experienced a fire nightmare. Then, those dreams like colorful soap bubbles, not waiting for me to understand, one by one disillusioned, disappeared, without a trace.

“Qiao’er, your great uncle is coming today, so go to the Fat Flavor Jie in Old Shandong and buy some halibut eggs and noodles, and remember to get some five spice and ham sausage. Then go to the Children’s Palace and find your mother back and tell her to go home and make noodles.” My father sat in the old rattan chair in the yard, his eyes on the luscious and grotesque heads of the beasts on the ridge of the house. On the drying rack behind him were mother’s brightly colored undergarments, petticoats trimmed with delicate lace, and our father’s and son’s garments. In front of the round table placed on half a cup of leftover tea, my father’s hand is still holding half a cigarette, smoke curls, seemingly intermittent.

“Hey, I’m on my way.” I put down the textbook in my hand, extinguished the incense burner of sandalwood incense on the table table, and closed the door of the room by hand. My great uncle and my father were classmates, but while one specialized in academics, the other went on to a career, and both of them were quite accomplished in their respective fields.

I followed the creek bank, stepping forward on the soft sand that trapped my feet. A car carrying passengers winds past on the opposite side of the road, raising a cloud of dust. By the looks of it, it was headed for the Children’s Palace. My mother ran a pipa class at the Children’s Palace, and many of the children in town signed up while they were on vacation, all because of my mother’s fame.

The Palace of Culture is located in the town of Xiaoli East Road, is an old house rented by the government. In front of the house, there is a large flowerbed full of weeds and deserted for a long time, with only a clump of plantains leaning lonely in the corner of the wall. I pushed open the small fence, through the small corridor, nostrils full of subtle aroma, mother has a bedroom at the end of the small corridor, that is where she took a nap at noon.

I stood outside the door of her dimly lit room, thinking to myself that it was about time for class to end, and I wondered if my mother was resting. As I was about to knock, I heard soft talking.

“What brings you here? Where’s sister-in-law?” My mother’s voice was a little low, coming through the worn lattice windows, ghostly and soft.

“She didn’t come. I came to Maureen for a meeting and stopped by to see you.” The voice was unfamiliar, and though it was intentionally lowered, its mellowness could still be heard.

“Well, then you came all the way here, Maolin is still thirty kilometers from here, and the roads are not good.” The mother’s light tone seemed to contain some warmth.

A little taken aback, I stood on tiptoe and peered into the window. The room would have been quite dark, the daytime also need to turn on the light, I saw above the table there is a very detailed, pale green, nearly black wire, by the high ceiling hanging down, flower-shaped cream-colored lampshade, from a distance like an inverted pendant blooming white lotus, soft light, cast on the mother’s white face. Opposite her sat a stout man whose face I could not see; his back was to me.

“It’s been some years, sister, you haven’t changed, you’re as beautiful as ever.” The man slowly reached out his hand and shook his mother’s.

The mother’s body shook and her face reddened, “Don’t do that, brother ……”

I froze for a moment. Not my great-uncle, is it? Why did he come here? Dad thought he didn’t know the way. I was about to shout when I suddenly saw my great-uncle grabbing my mother’s hand and kissing it on the mouth, and I was dumbfounded. What’s going on here?

“Don’t, don’t, brother.” Mother stood up, trying to retract her hand, her head hitting the lampshade, and for a moment the room was filled with shaking figures. “It’s been so long …… you, and you’re still ……” My mother left the table and walked to the edge of the bed, her face turned toward the wall, and I could see her shoulders shrugging, obviously agitated.

“It is only when you have loved that you know how deep it is, and only when you are drunk do you know how strong the wine is. Sister, in fact, I am also very sad, do you know how difficult this day is …… “The great uncle choked, and a strand of strange flavor floated in the air.

“Brother, don t be like this …… You know, I love Yu Nong, all my life. We, we, that is all already in the past, you forget it.” The mother also cried, pulling out a hand towel in wiping tears.

“Alas, if, if I hadn’t brought him home that year, you wouldn’t have met, and you wouldn’t …… have been able to see each other,” said my great uncle as he walked up behind my mother, his huge figure obscuring her and blocking my view.

“No, brother, even if I don’t know him, we are impossible after all. There will come a day when I have to marry someone, and you have to take a wife ……” The mother s voice trembled like a willow in the wind, weak, no longer the usual idle elegance.

“Remember Red Leaf Valley?” My great uncle took off the black-framed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, and under the dim light, I vaguely saw an inexplicable gloom and desolation floating in his eyes.

The mother was speechless as she slowly turned around and stared at him, “Don’t say anymore, Red Leaf Valley has long been forgotten by me.” Her eyes were in a disoriented trance, as if they were shrouded in a light veil of green.

“You won’t forget, I’m sure.” Great-Uncle tipped his mother’s chin, “I like your eyes, like a black butterfly that keeps flapping its wings.”

Mother cried, two lines of tears came out of her eyes and dripped down her cheeks onto her great-uncle’s hand, “By now you’re still talking crazy, brother, we can’t make the same mistake again.” At first it was just a choking sob, but after that it became unstoppable. Her body bent forward, bawling, I saw my mother for the first time so violent crying. My great-uncle gently reached out and stroked her thin shoulders, then wrapped his arms around her body.

My mother collapsed into my uncle’s arms, shivering and sobbing silently, her tears and hot breath wetting my uncle’s shirt. I saw my great-uncle’s hands running over my mother’s body as if searching for something. “Good sister, don’t you love me anymore?” I saw my great-uncle pull a black bra out of my mother’s arms and put it on his nose and sniff it vigorously, “Don’t you love me?”

“Ah, brother …… at that time, I was small, just worship you, you can do everything, I was bullied at school, also all you beat those bad students to dare not come back …… can, but later … … “The mother was in tears and collapsed on the bed.

“That year in the red leaf valley, we went to pick vetch, you squatted under the tree, bent over and puckered your little butt. Brother saw your bulging buttocks, couldn’t stand the stimulation, just …… “The great uncle looks great, the voice is magnificent, not like the father’s appearance Sven, in contrast, the great uncle is more manly flavor.

“No …… brother, you don t say it.” Mother’s skirt was lifted up to her waist by her great uncle, revealing her red lacy panties.

“Later, we often do in the pile of orange stalks behind the house, sister, your little pussy pussy at that time is so tight, clamped the brother so painful …… “The big uncle stripped the mother’s panties to the heel as well, the mother’s pubic hair was suddenly naked in the light, soft and ironed, neat and tidy cloak on the pubic mound.

“Mom found out later and beat me up, do you remember?” Mother winks, flushed face floating in confusion, it can be seen that her thoughts have fluttered into the smoky past.

“How could I forget.”

“At that time, we were so scared that we knelt down in front of our mom and pleaded with her not to tell dad about it or he would beat us to death.”

“Yeah, mom really did not say, only asked us not to continue. But …… but back then, how close we were …… sister, I climbed into your bed again one night, probably too loud, dad finally found out. He was so angry that he broke my legs and made me lie in bed for three months. Meizi, I still remember, you secretly came to see me every night …… “The eyes of the great uncle were red, and the tears flashed, obviously also immersed in memories.

Mother’s whole body trembling, open between the two legs clamped between the big uncle’s a hand, that hand is constantly fiddling with the mother’s labia and clitoris, so that her figure undulating, between the lips fluttered vague words: “Yes, I was so afraid that you were crippled in this way. Later on, you, you don’t know …… later on, Dad forced you to send you out to study, and only then did you get to know Yunon ……”

There was a strange stirring in my body, and the red blood ran happily through my veins, impulsive and restless. The excitement traveled throughout my body, and I wanted to cry out, but all I could get out were slurred, meaningless tones, and only in the back of my throat.

This is the second time I saw my mother’s body naked in the air, the frosty morning a pearl-colored pale gray, late spring goose yellow, or the general scarlet of the cherry, these scenes have since been ingrained in my memory. Her white face shines with a kind of quiet beauty, two black pupils with a young woman’s calm, walking proudly in the world of smoke and dust.

The great uncle stretched his loins wantonly, and the simple wooden bed wailed pitifully as his manhood traversed his mother’s deep, narrow valley with impunity. Mother’s hands rose and swung unceremoniously around his neck, like modestly dancing watercress, passionately performing its windy dance. “We’re going to hell, brother…” her penitent moans were like notes floating on a pentatonic score, and like the murmur of an autumn bug or the oi oi oi of a sculling boat in the water towns of the south of the Yangtze River, dotted and dashed through the sidewalks of time and space.

“Oh …… no, it can’t be ……” Mother’s two white legs swung over her greatuncle’s shoulders, and her toenails were painted with fuchsia kohl in the bright light, full of the The color of sin. I closed my eyes sadly, could not believe these eyes of my own, that should be the father shuttle tunnel actually traveling the train that should not appear ……

But, but …… I can’t help but admit that this sin-filled color was so brilliant, like radiant fireworks, blooming in my young sky for a long time. Immersed in the world of incest, the two people did not hear my ragged gasps and muddy breathing, my hands alternately masturbate, through the strip of rolling penis thick to the normally difficult to reach the realm, which is more than I spied on my mother and father making love to stimulate my fragile yet lewd nerves.

The viper that lies dormant in the depths of my heart slowly awakens from its hibernation, it first probes and peers into this strange world, then, slithering and spitting out its trusty tongue, it bites me violently, for at this time I am at my most vulnerable and helpless.

The air is much thinner than usual when the quiet is broken, and the Palace of Culture, with its many green plants, is a humid, misty green. Along with the air flow of movement, outdoor floating a variety of flowers and grasses of the fragrance, mountain Suying, mignonette, seven miles or do not know where to swing out of the mixture of grass smell, mixed with the indoor outflow of the smell of sweat and semen, stagnant in the middle of my throat, discharge not to go. My heart wandered in the midst of this dismal scene, only to feel that I had lost something important that I would never get back.

My great-uncle kept changing positions, and his kind of frivolity was not to be found with my father. My father had always made love in a moderate way, occasionally changing positions to seek some excitement, but after all, it was only occasionally. Watching my uncle put his hands under my mother’s hips, while my mother’s hands wrapped around his neck, the rise and fall of her body, pounding heavily on my chest every time.

Mother’s pubic hair as messy as grass, lewd water raging in her lower body, and the place where I was born is so ugly, with decadence and vulgarity, with disillusionment and compulsion, inciting a will step to the temple of the light of the youthful soul. Perhaps I do not know, this disillusionment is a kind of painful self-mutilation, from now on I will not care about the stereotypes of this secular system more brain, I just walk their own way, do not say anything, drink their own soup, mix this cup of life, the life into only their own drink out of the sweet wine flavor of death.

Soon my great-uncle increased the force of his hips, and stabbed his dark through-strip into the deep corners of my mother’s nether regions for a long time. I heard my mother’s mournful sigh, her white, plain face glistening with light, my elegant, idle, jaded mother, limbs sprawled and wide open, revealing lewdness and decay, gurgling and oozing sperm with a morose chill.

“How is Yunon?” Great-Uncle sank down on the bed, exhaling ragged breaths as he smoked from a kind of ink-colored pipe, “How’s Qiao’er?”

“He’s still not well, I’ve been giving him medication as per Dad’s prescription and it’s just keeping it under control.” His mother searched for his clothes that had been discarded on the floor, “Bridge reads well, I’m not too worried.”

Great-Uncle helped her button up her bra, “He’s not well, is Bridge Murphy my son? I remember us making love the day before you were married.” I closed my eyes and heard my mother rustling as she dressed, only to feel that the world was about to end, as if heaven and earth were going to burn.

“Pfft, the bridge is Rainnon’s, yes. I didn’t have it until six months after I married him, so don’t get your head in the sand there.” Mother’s slender fingers plucked away the hand that was attacked by Great Uncle. “It’s too late, let’s go back.”

“You go back first, I’ll go back later, I still have some things to take care of here.” Great Uncle’s hand rubbed on his mother’s breast, showing a fond look, “I don’t know when I’ll be able to make love to you like this again, sister ……”

“We can’t come back. Don’t you have a sister-in-law? How come you don’t have kids until now?”

“Alas, sister, you don’t know ah, your sister-in-law is sexually frigid, every time I have sex with her is like doing it with a zombie. Which is like you, it’s like a melting pot ……” said the great uncle, and then put his hand into the head of the pants that his mother had just put on.

“Hee hee, this is kind of retribution. Brother, no wonder people say sister-in-law is a cold beauty.” When I saw my mother so used in his arms, I only felt a wanton violence in my body that ravaged my soul, gnawed at my youth, dreams, and love, and slammed all sorts of expensive things to pieces. I wanted to rush in and kill them all, but I knew I couldn’t!

“Soon we shall sink into the cold gloom; farewell, the too-short glare of our summer! Already I hear the sad crash of the landing, the loud wood falling on the courtyard flagstones.” I am reminded of the first stanza of Baudelaire’s poem “Autumn Song”.

Confusion mixed with anger such as boiling mud is about to seal the throat, my helpless eyes for help to the sky, this do not know where I want to go to the miserable green years, every step is uncertain, I want to open the exit. Because, God has given me a gift of magic spell, requiring me to use my own body as a furnace, in the flames of the quenching sharp.

However, after forging, my jianghu is already a broken jianghu, my soul and thoughts were put on heavy shackles and handcuffs, even if it is full of gold, but also a lifetime of drifting.

(v)

You have all the passions pent up in your moon white body, and your eyes are like greenish-white water flowing down an iceberg, containing all good, all evil ……

Without laughter, life is also mute. I realized, withdrew my gaze, casually took a mirror from the table, and the corners of my mouth lifted …… Hey, it was as if for the first time I heard that strange, dry voice from the middle of my throat, and for the first time I saw the habitual tendon twitching on my face.

In the mirror, my upturned mouth plummeted, and my confused eyes condensed with a pool of deep resentment. I threw down the mirror, which cracked open, and I saw countless me muttering curses and cursing life, as if I were trying to control the demolition of what ……

Mother came back, with all the lightness and joy, holding a bouquet of red and purple flowers in her hand, “I’m back, Yu Nong.” Father sat leisurely in a rattan chair reading a book, without raising his head, “Why did you come back so late? Qiao’er went to look for you but couldn’t find you, aren’t you at the juvenile palace?” Father believed my lie.

“Ah, Bridge went to me?” Mother’s face was ashen in a flash, her perplexed eyes lifted up and happened to meet my gaze on the second floor, only the eyes she saw were so clearly unfamiliar and depressed with violence.

“I-I’ll go put the flowers in.” Mother mumbled, hurriedly setting up her bike and stiffly walking past her father.

Mother’s steps were slow and heavy. “Bridge, you went to see me at the juvenile hall?” Her voice shivered a little, like a change of pitch. I sneered at her haste and unease, “No, I haven’t been.” My spine felt extremely uncomfortable, raw and stagnant.

“No, you went. Bridge, or your original sheepish eyes wouldn’t be so cold and unfeeling.”

My mother grasped my arm, the originally clear autumn water suddenly became cloudy, “Bridge, don’t look at me like this, mom …… heart hurts ……”

“Mom, I don’t see anything.” My answer was hesitant, my eyes looking through the wooden grill on the window at the patch of green sky beyond. My face must have been full of hostility and depression, and years later my mother used to mention it to me, saying that she was in pain like a million arrows, and how she wished then that I had taken a knife and cut her heart and flesh with my own hands, but I did not.

It was a kind of sadness, with a gentle fatigue, perhaps at this moment, any words of sadness can not help, in my eyes, mouth, all my movements in the eyes of my mother, are so in her eyes, so sad. However, the next thing, more and more unmanageable, simply out of our imagination, after the incident, I like a bullet like, the whole body paralyzed on the ground, only to hear the mother’s shouts: “Ah, my child! The bridge child ……”

I confronted my mother in the spooky bedroom, the wind chimes hanging in the window rattling in the breeze, the ear-splitting bells breaking the silence between the two of us instead of taking my mind off things.

“My child, never …… never say …… anything,” stammered my mother, her head buried low, her voice gaunt and sleepy, like an accent masked with something. I looked at her pale face, surrounded by dark circles on the eyelids, and long and tight eyelashes with scattered tears.

My heart softened and I reached out to wipe her face, warm and moist, “Mom, don’t worry …… I, I won’t tell Dad …… can, can …… “

Just then, I heard my father’s cheery voice from the courtyard downstairs, “I say Peixiong, why don’t you come until now, I’ve been waiting for you for half a day!” I and my mother’s whole body shook, she slightly red face, silent, just perplexed to look at me, eyes as if there is a special kind of feelings, there is pity, pain, pain, remorse and helplessness ……

A nameless and indescribable fire of lust suddenly rose in my chest, and that ambiguous look and blurred expression turned into a scene of aphrodisiac pictures in my eyes. In my eyes, my mother was naked, and I violently tore open her collarless short-sleeved blouse, revealing her black bra.

Mother whimpered, “ah, bridge child ……” her delicate cheeks lost their blood color, “don’t, don’t do this …… “I laughed coldly, my face showing pain, “Take it off, take your pants off, quickly ……” My voice was hoarse and hoarse, yet there was some excitement.

I couldn’t wait to hold my mother’s petite body, her bra falling to the floor as I tugged at it, revealing her showy breasts. My mother purred in pain, faint, forlorn, her delicate, strained skin resembling a white sail crumpled by the wind, taking on a scarlet sheen under my rubbing.

Our blood boiled. At my father’s call downstairs “Bridge, come down and meet your great uncle.”

I pushed into my mother’s pussy, warm and moist as I had imagined. My mother’s hands were braced on the pane of the windowsill, her dark hair cascading over her thin shoulders, and she was shaking like a tidal wave as I pumped her in and out.

I didn’t remove my mother’s panties, just squeezed them to one side and passed my hard shaft into its depths. My mother buried her face in her hands and moaned, bearing down on me with the might and rigidity of a young tiger from the mountains below, and like a veteran of a love affair with my rapid and rhythmic thrusts and meanders, I teased my mother’s every line of defense and destroyed them one by one.

At another shout from my father, I replied with a hushed, “I’ll be right down ……” The dark shadows of dusk slowly unfolded away, and all I could feel was a shiver running through my body like a wave, as I clenched my teeth and ejaculated pulpy semen, and in that moment, I knew I had become an adult!

Dinner was sumptuous, and in an atmosphere of harmony, I meekly raised my glass and exchanged peace with my great uncle. Pointing at me, my great uncle turned to my father and said, “Look at how old Bridge is, no wonder we’re all getting old.” I stole a glance at my mother, whose face was still as pale as paper, only casting her gaze into the pale amiability of the mist in the distance.

She suddenly stood up, “Make some tea when you guys are done eating, I’m going to the kitchen.” She said, gathering up the dishes and cups on the table and placing them in a large wooden bucket, carrying them toward the kitchen. My father was still talking to my great-uncle, and I squinted to see my great-uncle’s gaze roving behind my mother’s back in thought.

“Dad, great-uncle, you guys talk, I’m going to give mom a hand.” I trailed after my mother, her slim and charming figure attracting me all the time. I knew what a sight the awakened lust would be once it broke free of its cage.

“Ah, what are you doing in here? Don’t make a mess …… “My mother was surprised and tried to break away from my hug, she looked like a hurt deer.

“They’re chatting away! Mom, let me help you.” I slipped my fingers inside my mother’s pussy maw and stirred the pool of spring water, “Mom, there’s some of my water in here ……” There was another sentence I didn’t say, which was still laced with my great-uncle’s murky, filthy water.

“You, you’re just going to bully mom, I might as well be dead ……” My mother was a little angry, and the look of sadness and annoyance on her face knocked at the softness of my heart.

“I’m sorry, Mom. You know that I love you.” I kissed her pointed earlobe affectionately, and her face flickered red and white, her shy expression reflecting on her face like clouds on water.

“Bridge, we can’t go on like this, mom will die ……,” my mother’s face reddened right up to her ears, a look of embarrassment I’ll never forget. I hugged her delicate body, “Mom, it won’t happen, I want you to live forever, we have a long time to love!” Her bottoms had been replaced with a pair of peach colored ones, I tried to peel them down, but my mother clenched her thighs and refused to let go.

“Bridge, loosen up some, mom is getting breathless.” Presumably hearing her father and the rest of them talking loudly in the courtyard, her heart let go a little and she propped herself up on the stove, her gaze lost with pale contemplation.

“Okay, Mom. I’ve actually liked you for a long time. You know what? I once watched you and Dad make love, and I’ve been in love with you ever since that day.” I knew I was telling myself the truth, from the bottom of my heart, because it was my first love. It was only that things had turned out so unexpectedly that I had unknowingly fallen in love with my mother and considered her my first love.

“Nonsense. When did you peek in, how come I don’t know?” My mother looked at me with some surprise and some shyness, a girlish curiosity surfacing on her innocent face.

“Silly mom, if you know that’s not peeking. Let’s not talk about this, mom, you have so much water ……” My fingers seeped a bubbling silky stream of lust, like spring rain moisturizing the earth, I know my mother’s emotion, mixed with shame, grief and sorrow, but full of passion and joy.

“Uh-huh …… bridge, I’m really, really dying ……” My shaft penetrated her solid pussy maw like a plowshare as I tried to dig up a life-giving source of water, breaking down the soil and applying fertilizer. I want to make its fertile fields bloom with flowers, to give it new understanding and enlightenment …… One soul is stripped bare, and another is born anew.

I buried my head between my mother’s breasts, inhaling the fragrant milky scent, while my hair was gripped in her hands, stinging and tingling, stimulating my sexual nerves more and more. My powerful thrusts caused my mother, who was sitting on the stovetop, to move backwards, yet my hands held her legs as I watched the weaving of my penis, the agitated splashes, the spurting streams of lewdness that colored a new diary under the stirring of my young prick.

“Faster, you faster, mom can’t stand it …… you don’t push so hard …… don’t ……” mother let out a slut-like cries of lust, sobbing, sassy and low, like a lark flying over the flames.

In this movement full of desire and struggle, I captured a resonance of soulful pleasure, and it turned out that sex could be so beautiful, and the sound of intercourse was the most beautiful music in life. I felt that my mother’s chanting during orgasm was like a string of silver bells trembling in the wind, like a flower possessing its fragrance, mesmerizing me at all times.

“Is he staying here tonight?” I asked my mother, who was spewing thick lust, the flushed red of her pussy, glossy and tantalizing, like a plump, round lychee.

“Of course, you can sleep with your great uncle at night, okay?” My mother’s gaze was inquiring and pleading, her heart was looking forward to me and my great-uncle being good, after all, they were her relatives in her mother’s family.

“No, Mom, you know I’m used to sleeping alone. Tell you what, I’ll just go into the living room and support a bed.”

I couldn’t deny my mother’s wishes; her mournful eyes were like silent weapons that could hit me at any moment.

“Well, the bridge …… thank you ……” mother smiled and smiled, this kind of wind and sunshine pretty face, deeply impressed me. I thumped my heart.

“Mom, come on, I’ve thought of a pose, you lift your legs up.”

“Don’t come back, you don’t check the location.” Mother insisted, and it was obvious that she was a little worried about being found out.

“Look at them chatting away.” I looked out into the yard at my father and my uncle, and, with my mother’s left leg wrapped around my waist, I thrust my penis in and out, the sound of “boing-boing” filling every corner of the kitchen. Mother’s eyes were slightly closed, the corners of her mouth lightened with a slight smile, a hint of mumbling out of tune from her red lips, some of which was not like the songs she usually sang, but even more appealing.

Perhaps it was the overworked nature of the day, as I slowly drifted off to sleep amidst the scent of flowers wafting through the window. The day had been so full of events, coming so quickly, that it was a little overwhelming, making me hasty, making me wander, and for a time making me despair. Fortunately for me, I was young enough to withstand this heartbreaking ordeal quickly and transformed it into a kind of possession, albeit a deteriorated form of motherly love, which still kept me infatuated and unchanged.

My mother had trembled at the moment of insertion of my rigid penis and said, “This will bring us to the end of the world, and we will fall into hell forever, I don’t care. I said, “Mom, even if we are beasts, we still have lickers, like wolves, mother and son, to reproduce their offspring. The one time in the kitchen, she was shy when I squatted down to slurp her squirting tents of thick liquid. When I lifted my head and said that this liquid was the water of life, the love of a living mother, she trembled with excitement.

Looking back on the whole process, I used my own teenage epiphany to interpret and understand my love with a unique gift, or maybe my mother was trying to do the same at the same time! As she met my thrusts in a thousand different ways, through the contortions of her torso, I could feel her intense love passing through a thousand strands of darkness into the sea of my passion. That day, at sixteen, I was mesmerized, intoxicated, and fell into the abyss.

At first there was a rustling of feet, which I didn’t care about, then it seemed as if a breeze was streaming into the living room through the window gap, and I felt a slight chill and woke up.

I saw my mother lightly beating past the living room cupboards, her slender waist seeming to be draped in a moonlight-white veil under the moon’s shroud; what was she going to do?

I closed my eyes slightly and snored softly. My mother walked up to me and looked at me silently for a long time. I heard my mother’s low, delicate breathing, with a faint feminine fragrance. The living room was silent, a wisp of seasonal orchid fragrance floating in the air, my mother sighed softly, then turned around and walked back.

However, what angered me was that my mother was going to my room. The door opened and closed softly.

I lie in bed, feel a kind of inexplicable sadness, for my father, but also for me, for this deep love. I got up and went to my father’s room, see my father is already snoring like thunder, do not win the strength of alcohol, he has long fallen asleep, and how to think that his wife is cheating with someone else? And this person is his own schoolmate, but also a full brother-in-law!

The smell of semen floated in the room, and my father was naked, his lower body in rags, the hand towel beside him stained, so it was conceivable that he and my mother had had passionate sex before going to bed.

It seemed to me that my mother’s petulant voice was ringing in my ears again, like a sob.

“Meizi, I’m going back tomorrow, and this time I’m leaving, I don’t even know when we’ll be able to see each other again.”

“Ugh, brother, maybe a few more years. I want to go back to my mother’s house after Bridge’s high school entrance exam. But you’re not staying at home either.”

“Yes, I’m in Yuzhou as the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, but I may have to transfer as well. Meizi, Yuzhou is not far from here, when will you come to visit?”

“Let’s talk about it. You know the family is busy and can’t get away. Don’t make trouble with your sister-in-law at home, it won’t sound good if you spread the word, it’s better to have a child, it’ll be more lively.”

“I’d like to have a baby, but can I do it alone? You don’t know your sister-in-law, she’s busy all day long as her TV host. Sometimes I don’t get to see her for a month, and I can only see her on TV.”

“Hehehe, fair enough. You two are on TV a lot, so it’s kind of convenient to just turn on the TV if you want to see anyone.”

“Bah, just will say sarcasm. Sis …… these years you don’t see old at all, on the contrary, you are more charming than before.”

“Brother, you’re doing it again. We’re doing this kind of shady stuff, if people find out, can we still live?”

“If you can’t see it, it won’t be known. Sis, yah …… you’re wet here, you did a great job with him just now ……”

“He drank too much wine at night, and he couldn’t get it out after half a day, and he tossed and turned half the night. Brother, let s not …… I am very tired, you also quickly rest.”

“Better a sister who knows her heart, you knew I was waiting for you.”

“Look at you, if I hadn’t come, you wouldn’t have stayed up all night. Don’t, don’t make it too loud ……”

“Hey sis, doing it with you just feels different, it’s especially exciting. Every time I do it with you, I have the feeling of being a god ……”

“Ah, you will just look for excitement, ignoring the death of others …… ah, brother …… you a little more back, a little deeper …… “

My mother’s deep, shallow voice came through the doorway. Although none of the doors in the house were locked, I didn’t want to open them and see this sad sight again. I could imagine my mother on her knees on the bed with my great-uncle’s penis weaving in and out. Perhaps it was a kind of monopoly mentality, I never thought that in fact my mother did not belong to me alone, she also belonged to all the relatives.

I huffed and sat on the couch in the living room, watching the moon’s elfin shadow dance across the ceiling for a long time.

I don’t know how long it was, but my mother came out of my room and was so shocked to see me sitting straight up on the couch that she almost screamed. She covered her mouth just in time and froze in surprise and panic as she looked at me.

“Bridge, you, you …… you’re not sleeping ……” she said softly, with a slight tremor, looking back at the room in shock, then turning her head to look at me again.

“He’s asleep?” I was surprised at how calm I was, which was far beyond my years.

“Well, he was tired, too, and as soon as he was done …… he collapsed…Mother’s face was shy, like a peach blossom in March, blossoming with the clear fragrance of a still night.” But you are not tired, mom. “As soon as I finished my words, I saw my mother’s face instantly turned pale, her whole body trembled and looked at me sadly.

I said no more. My mother was as soft as a cat when she fell into my arms, and her moans had a special tenderness to them, beguiling and pleasing, but also a certain comfort and serenity.

I slipped two fingers inside and dug around for a while, the wet, warm pussy swirling with thick semen. I knew that it was a mixture of my father’s and my great-uncle’s semen, or perhaps there were still remnants of the essence of my passionate ejaculation from the evening.

My mother looked at me askance, her eyes tied up and confused, “Not here, in case one of them comes out and sees it.

Let’s go downstairs. “

“Okay, let’s go to your piano room.” I picked her up and slowly walked down the stairs, her hand on my neck, her gaze full of affection.

The first floor was divided into three rooms, one for storage, one for the kitchen, and one for my mother’s piano room, which was furnished with a variety of instruments, including a piano, a clarinet, and trumpets and trombones, most of which were lutes.

In the darkness of the night came the sound of a clock ticking, gravely slow, as the sound of my lovemaking with my mother at this moment. In the stillness of the night there floated in the piano room the faint scent of purple chrysanthemums, mingled with the characteristic frankincense of my mother’s body, whose whispers were like footsteps on moss, and whose wailing cries were like a baby’s sobs.

Mother rode on my body, I sat on the old-fashioned tutor chair, with my every up and down, mother’s two breasts are like rabbits bouncing up and down. Chair creak creak ring, mother’s mouth is also like intoxicated humming, her long hair flying, as if the breeze brushed willow, before and after the scattered, love, she will also be small hand child pinch their own breasts for a while of rubbing.

My shaft struck straight into my mother’s deep cavern, and with each press against it, I felt its toughness and thickness. There was an undercurrent here, trying to wrap my hardness into that deep sea. My shaft struggled and snaked its way inside, and though there were dark forks in the road, I pushed forward, unstoppable.

I screamed, and with a deep ache, I released every grievance, every hate that had been pent up in my chest, and my energy was so overwhelming that my mother, in her excitement, slammed down on my shoulder and bit me hard.

I didn’t scream as I held her tightly, my prick rigid against her firm pussy, deep, deep.

“Better a sister who knows her heart, you knew I was waiting for you.”

“Look at you, if I hadn’t come, you wouldn’t have stayed up all night. Don’t, don’t make it too loud ……”

“Hey sis, doing it with you just feels different, it’s especially exciting. Every time I do it with you, I have the feeling of being a god ……”

“Ah, you will just look for excitement, ignoring the death of others …… ah, brother …… you a little more back, a little deeper …… “

My mother’s deep, shallow voice came through the doorway. Although none of the doors in the house were locked, I didn’t want to open them and see this sad sight again. I could imagine my mother on her knees on the bed with my great-uncle’s penis weaving in and out. Perhaps it was a kind of monopoly mentality, I never thought that in fact my mother did not belong to me alone, she also belonged to all the relatives.

I huffed and sat on the couch in the living room, watching the moon’s elfin shadow dance across the ceiling for a long time.

I don’t know how long it was, but my mother came out of my room and was so shocked to see me sitting straight up on the couch that she almost screamed. She covered her mouth just in time and froze in surprise and panic as she looked at me.

“Bridge, you, you …… you’re not sleeping ……” she said softly, with a slight tremor, looking back at the room in shock, then turning her head to look at me again.

“He’s asleep?” I was surprised at how calm I was, which was far beyond my years.

“Well, he was tired, too, and as soon as he was done …… he collapsed ……” The mother’s face was shy, like a peach blossom in March, blooming with the clear fragrance of a still night. “But you are not tired, mom.” As soon as I finished my words, I saw my mother’s face instantly turn pale, her whole body trembled, and she looked at me sadly.

I said no more. My mother was as soft as a cat when she fell into my arms, and her moans had a special tenderness to them, beguiling and pleasing, but also a certain comfort and serenity.

I slipped two fingers inside and dug around for a while, the wet, warm pussy swirling with thick semen. I knew that it was a mixture of my father’s and my great-uncle’s semen, or perhaps there were still remnants of the essence of my passionate ejaculation from the evening.

My mother looked at me askance, her eyes tied up and confused, “Not here, in case one of them comes out and sees it.

Let’s go downstairs. “

“Okay, let’s go to your piano room.” I picked her up and slowly walked down the stairs, her hand on my neck, her gaze full of affection.

The first floor was divided into three rooms, one for storage, one for the kitchen, and one for my mother’s piano room, which was furnished with a variety of instruments, including a piano, a clarinet, and trumpets and trombones, most of which were lutes.

In the darkness of the night came the sound of a clock ticking, gravely slow, as the sound of my lovemaking with my mother at this moment. In the stillness of the night there floated in the piano room the faint scent of purple chrysanthemums, mingled with the characteristic frankincense of my mother’s body, whose whispers were like footsteps on moss, and whose wailing cries were like a baby’s sobs.

Mother rode on my body, I sat on the old-fashioned tutor chair, with my every up and down, mother’s two breasts are like rabbits bouncing up and down. Chair creak creak ring, mother’s mouth is also like intoxicated humming, her long hair flying, as if the breeze brushed willow, before and after the scattered, love, she will also be small hand child pinch their own breasts for a while of rubbing.

My shaft struck straight into my mother’s deep cavern, and with each press against it, I felt its toughness and thickness. There was an undercurrent here, trying to wrap my hardness into that deep sea. My shaft struggled and snaked its way inside, and though there were dark forks in the road, I pushed forward, unstoppable.

I screamed, and with a deep ache, I released every grievance, every hate that had been pent up in my chest, and my energy was so overwhelming that my mother, in her excitement, slammed down on my shoulder and bit me hard.

I didn’t scream as I held her tightly, my prick rigid against her firm pussy, deep, deep.

(vi)

Greedy eyes always look somber, as if looking askance at the hive that must be destroyed in order to get the honey. And instinct has long since skeletonized their bones, and desire has become an incurable disease.

I wrapped an old coat around me and stood outside the house in front of the window looking at the sky. The sky was gray, and although there was only a thin layer of clouds, the sun was no longer visible.

Far away drifting a burst of earthy fragrance, I opened my arms to meet this ecstasy, yesterday’s snow, seems to wash all the earthly dirt and chaos, the earth a fresh, bright, but also brought some of the joy of life and calm.

“Bridge, come in for dinner.” Mother affectionately called, usually, we in the eyes of outsiders is really a standard pair of mother and son, mother kind son filial piety, neighborhood relations have always been quite good. Next door to the two rash his mother always praised me in front of the neighborhood aunts, praising me with a smile, the voice is crisp and pleasant, with a reverberating aftertaste, worthy of the year’s Yue Opera Qingyi.

“What’s for dinner? Mom.” I pushed the door open and stepped inside. My mother, clad in a crimson cotton weave jacket, her hair cascading like a waterfall, was setting the dishes on the table. My mother’s noodles were the most delicious I had ever eaten in my life, made with pork skulls in soup, boiled in a thick broth, the meat from the skulls cut into small pieces, jiaojiao soy sauce, garlic, and wine on one side and noodles on the other, this kind of family fun is indescribable, and to paraphrase a line from the “Laughing Woods Record

The gag on, “It’s so comfortable it’s in the eye of the cloud!”

My mother watched me wolf down my food with interest, “Bridge, you can’t eat much more. Look at your body, you can’t get any bigger.” My physique was strong and powerful, unlike my father’s weakness, although my mother had said that I was his seed, yet after all, I had inherited the ruggedness of the men in her mother’s family. My face is the kind of rough line, like a knife carved into, full of manliness, burly physical appearance makes me a sought-after goods in school.

I was extremely good at sports at my school and was known regionally and even province-wide, especially volleyball.

But basketball has been growing quite a bit lately, and the basketball coach has approached me, gotten on the bad side of the volleyball coach, and insisted that I join, and sent for my mother.

I ended up choosing basketball, not because of my mother, but because of the basketball coach, rather, because of his wife, Windling.

The school library is not big, but the collection of books is very large, especially about the theater, painting, very cater to my taste. At first, the administrator was an old man, I did not care too much, until the first two months, it was replaced by a middle-aged woman, speaking a northeastern accent. At first she would come to talk to me when no one was around, but I didn’t have any feelings for her, especially since I had just hooked up with Wang Transmigration, and I was so reluctant to look at any other women, except for my mom, of course.

And really familiar with her is the second aunt’s sake, the second aunt is open bookstore, often deal with her, she happened to go to my second uncle’s house once to see my picture, said I was quite impressed. The second aunt betrayed me, often want me to go with her to find her to talk about some business, I only completely know her full name is Feng Ling.

“Mom, it’s been a long time since I’ve heard you play the lute, how about playing one?” I finished wiping my mouth and suddenly wanted to hear a tune.

“Yeah, what should I play? Play Dream of the Red Chamber, how about it?” My mother was also surprised to see that I wanted to listen to her commentary, and she was also a little happy.

“Yes, let’s have this little song, I love it.” Recently, the TV often reruns “Dream of the Red Chamber”, I think my mother is also feeling and play it. Mother smiled sweetly, holding the pipa sitting on the chair, her sitting posture is dignified and beautiful, like a light writing of ladies.

“I can’t finish the tears of lovesickness, I can’t finish the spring flowers, I can’t sleep steadily after dusk, I can’t forget the new sorrows and the old sorrows, I can’t swallow the jade grains, I can’t choke on the gold brunches, and I can’t see the thinness in the diamond-flower mirror. I can’t show my frown, and I can’t endure the night shift. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to make it! It’s like the green mountains that can’t be hidden, and the green water that can’t be exhausted.”

I put my hand on my chin and saw my mother’s gestures of twisting, plucking, kneading and pushing, and her voice was so sweet and soothing that it always made people forget about their worries and transcend the world. In the song, the mood of love into the bones of sadness and hatred was interpreted by the mother, especially in the last line, “the flow of green water,” is the daughter’s sadness, daughter’s sadness, daughter’s joy, daughter’s joy, pushed to a climax. I remembered the destiny and return of the red face, and remembered the fading and withering of the pretty faces of the daughters in the wind and snow……. I looked at my mother in fascination, and I was mesmerized.

My basketball coach, Fan Dong, is from the Northeast, and his wife was married in his hometown, and the family speaks Northeastern.

It’s been many years since I came here, but my accent is still full of Northeastern accent, so it’s especially difficult to communicate with them at first. They do not live in the school, in the drum tower side of the rented room, the landlord’s son Qiu Li is also our class.

It was a winter night when I entered the harbor with Fengling. That afternoon, the library was cold and quiet, and I was just about to go home after transcribing some materials. Fenling came over to me and said she wanted me to help her organize some books. I could not refuse, accompanied her for a long time did not get it right, I saw that it was getting late, I said I had to go home, she wanted me to send her, I agreed.

It was a beautiful night, with some sparse stars in the forest, and we walked alone along the long educational path. While we were walking and talking, a dog came out from behind a tree, snarling and spitting its long tongue. Fenling shrieked and fell to the ground, and at that moment, I rushed to hold her in my arms. The dog quickly ran away, Feng Ling fell in my arms, gaze gaze, quietly staring at me for dozens of seconds, slowly closed his eyes.

Under the bleak white moonlight, her torso was bright as the moon, although her figure was not too good, however, her skin was delicate and smooth, nothing less than her mother’s flowing skin. I kissed her slightly plump lips, there is a strange flavor, but perhaps this is the reason, in turn stimulated my libido. I couldn’t wait to peel off her wide panties, which were loose-fitting and laced, and I smelled something fishy, but it didn’t matter.

Her hand has long since grasped my penis, the cold hand stretched in my crotch was soon muffled, she skillfully lassoed, sometimes loosening, sometimes tightening, but also from time to time to play with my two testicles. My penis became huge under her gradual stroking, and the cold wind’s biting cold did not affect the heat and strength of my instant expansion, “Come on, bitch ……” I didn’t take off my pants, but just pulled my penis out of my pants, and by the light of the moon, I plunged it straight into into her pussy.

She was on her knees with her hands on a branch on the side of the road, her two fat legs spread out, her overgrown cunt-mare penetrated with my huge prick. Her mound was dark, and not just because the night was so dark that the base color was dull and dark, one of those naturally sassy cunts.

“Ah, Xiao Qiao, you’re great ……” Her babbling and indistinct moaning and waving were even more lascivious tie up under the moonlight of the quiet night. Soon, she changed from low humming to joyful lewd words and waves, I don’t know if this is the same demeanor when she did it with the coach, but I know that her first orgasm has come.

“How come you squirted out so quickly, little bitch?” I have always liked petite and reserved women, like Feng Ling, this kind of horsey northeastern pussy can only be used as a condiment for me. Therefore, I deliberately abused her, dirty words full of curses, strangely enough, she didn’t care about it, but instead, she got even more energized, just shaking her body frantically, and a second orgasm ensued.

She seemed to crave masochistic pleasure. The eyes were blazingly bold, the breasts heaving with two huge peaks, lying across the grass at the side of the road, “Good man, and no help for your sister to put on ……”

“Come on, good sister, let me help you put them on.” I gave her pussy mare a smooth squeeze, then picked up her pants that were lost on the floor. I was amazed, it was the first time I had ever seen someone tie a belt with a rope, and it was one of those ropewalk knots, and if she hadn’t been so cooperative earlier, I would have had to cut her with a knife if I wanted to rape her. “Tie it yourself, I don’t know how to tie a belt like that.”

I hemmed and hawed and helped her lift up her pants, and after the sex she seemed to be gentle and shy, not as loose as she had been just now, and resumed the librarian’s upright style.

“Does Coach stick it in you every day?” I slipped my hand into her crotch and dug around for a while, it was wet and sticky and turbulent with our cum.

“Well, pretty much. But you are different from him.” Feng Ling leaned her head against my chest and raised her eyes to look at me fondly, “You’re more civilized and insightful than him, my sister fell in love with you when she saw you in the library ……”

In fact, her age is older than the mother’s, there is a daughter in our school on the graduating class, look closely at her lower abdomen layer of flab, pubic hair such as vines spreading on top of the plague, the most amazing thing is that the two breasts are huge, tired down, a typical middle-aged women’s physical characteristics. The same is a middle-aged woman, why the mother is still as beautiful as a young girl like clean and beautiful?

“Oh, so you want me to join the basketball team so it’ll be more of a chance with me, huh?”

“Aye. Bridge, don’t laugh at me, I’m so old and still …… but I really like you, really.”

“Okay, okay, let’s go. Coach Fan is still waiting for you at home.” I am a little impatient, she really want to play with me for real. Even if you want to play, I also with her daughter ah. Her daughter Fan Susu is also regarded as the school’s famous flower, may be genetic factors, she is the school’s highest body, but unfortunately, the chest is too flat, many students secretly called her “airport”.

“Well, then you kiss me again.” She was acting all whiny and it was honestly kind of ridiculous, but I went up to her and kissed her anyway. Her tongue came in sweaty, stirring in my mouth, and suddenly I had an idea, “I’ll come to your library tomorrow, remember oh.” A tongue like that lends itself to oral sex, and I thought of her squatting in the library sucking my cock in a lewd manner, and I got a rush of sex, and I really wanted to take care of her on the spot again. But I don’t want to do it again in this cold and snowy weather, it’s really not very comfortable.

A night like this is perfect for burning a fireplace of coals in the dim light, letting the animal fire blaze and shine on two entwined bodies.

I looked at her brow and smiled, pinched her chin, “You go first, I’ll watch you go.” Her back appeared dark and lonely under the dismal moonlight, and seemed to carry a piece of desolation, I stood in the roaming field, looking at the lonely moon in the sky, a little bewildered.

The doorbell rang, who would come on such a cold day? Mother promised to answer the door.

It was Wang Transmutation. But after not seeing each other for ten days or so, she couldn’t hold back her inner thoughts and finally came. “Ah, it’s Ms. Wang, come in quickly.” Her mother happily brought her through the door, she was wearing a lavender western-style dress today, her hair was loose and draped, a crushed silk scarf was around her neck, she was dressed moderately, and she was covered in a blanket of snow.

“It seems like it’s the first time Ms. Wang has come to my house, right?” Her mother brought a towel and dusted her several times before taking her hand affectionately.

“Yes, always thinking of coming for a home visit, but I’ve never been able to spare the time, so I’m really sorry.” Wang Transmutation saw that I didn’t seem to be too happy about her coming, and was a bit resentful. In fact, since she and I fell in love, she did not dare to come to the home visit, always felt that she seemed to have committed a crime, seducing a young student, in her heart is really shameful.

“Qiao’er, why are you so rude, why don’t you add some fire to the teacher’s stove.” Seeing me standing frozen, my mother gently nudged me, “Come, Mr. Wang, go upstairs and sit down.”

“Ah, good. Mr. Guo, your home is so big.” Older buildings with courtyards like my house actually had quite a few in the town, and knowing that Wang Transmutation was making a fuss, I took advantage of my mother’s inattention to give her a hard pinch on her butt. I’m sure it hurt, because Wang Transmutation’s face took on a pained look, and she turned around and gave me a hard blank stare before following her mother up the stairs.

“Come on, have a cup of tea first to warm your body.” To the second floor, the mother poured a cup of green tea, steaming hot, tea leaves floating up and down, yellow and attractive color, is my father’s favorite “Quan Gang Hui Bai”, “This home is quite simple, let Mr. Wang laugh.”

“Mr. Guo, don’t be polite, you really have to treat me as your own family.” Wang Transmutation flirtatiously turned her head to look at me for a moment, “Xiaoqiao’s studies are quite good, and I love him quite a bit, I think it’s because my sister usually teaches me well. Ah, how about I call you sister?”

I set the fire and walked over to sit next to my mother, watching Wang Transmutation sit across the room babbling nonsense. “Good, I’m a few years older than you, so I’ll call you sister. What are you talking about, I usually don’t teach him anything, he, he’s just naughty.”

My mother blushed a little, and to outsiders it looked like she was being modest, but I actually knew that she was thinking of that.

I snickered inwardly and slipped my left hand under my mother’s ass to tickle her a few times, and she shuddered, then returned to her composure.

“Bridge, I’m going to talk to your teacher Wang, why don’t you go outside and have some fun.” She tried to shoo me away, afraid that I would mess around at this point. I tickled her two or three more times, “Okay, Teacher Wang, you sit.” I had just walked to the stairway when my mother called me again, “Qiao’er, when you’re going to come back go and buy some food, we’ll keep Mr. Wang at home for some casual dinner in the evening.”

“Hey, I’m on my way.” I frowned, thinking, “What’s this wannabe bitch up to?

Maybe it’s because of the cold winter, there are not many people on the street. I mumbled, wandering on the road for a long time, actually do not know what I was chanting, just vaguely feel bad, because after all, these two women are too close to me, at the same time if together will certainly be bad.

“Hey, brat!”

A boy suddenly jumped out from around the corner, and I snapped to see that it was Ermang.

Two Mang not called two Mang, his name is Li Yan, and Li Yan under the King of the Lee Gang with the same name, so often used by me to make fun of. He is a lively nature, talking about the words to babble to death, but often speak wrong, to the fruit will always lead to laughter in the class.

“Boring. What’s the program?”

“I was just about to go to the drugstore, my dad went to Xiping today, there was a patient who had to be cured by my dad. Why are you free to wander the streets today, it’s so cold!”

“Come on, let’s go to your family’s pharmacy, I happen to be bored. You don’t know, Mr. Wang is at my house right now.”

“Ouch, home visits, did not say to go to my house?” The second fierce startled, when the students are actually quite afraid of the teacher’s home visit, but I’m afraid of the content and theirs is not the same.

“No, what are you afraid of? It’s only a bowl-sized scar if your head falls off.” I laughed out loud and watched him commiserate.

Two Mang family pharmacy in the middle of the democratic road, mainly his dad Li Tiansen in the operation, the original work in the town health center, the benefits are not good, simply resigned to dry up the individual, over the years also made a lot of money. Turned a few corners, only to see someone in front of the quarrel, one of the voice is particularly bright, a listen is two froze his mother. I and froze quickly forward, only to see a thin old man is across a stretcher, imposing on the two froze his mother to scold.

I took a closer look, but it turned out to be the old Chow Tau, who sells sauced duck and salami at the entrance of East Street, and hurriedly went forward to persuade him to fight.

“I was just having a smoke in front of her store to get over it, and she’s raging at me to move out of the way. I’m not going to leave, see what she does?” When Old Zhou Tou saw it was me, it was as if he had found an acquaintance and had to have a theory.

“Smoking. You’re smoking? Why are your eyes looking at me?” Erlang’s mother’s voice was so loud that it carried for miles.

I pulled Lao Zhou’s head to the side, “I say Lao Zhou, if you argue with other women, even if you have reason, you still lose three points.

If it really got to the aunt’s ears, it would be a real trouble. “I know that Old Zhou Tou is afraid of the interior, and there is a Hedong lion in the house. Old Zhoutou’s whole body trembled, looked back at Erlang his mother, wilted, and then without a word, picked up the burden and left.

“Hey, count him to open his eyes, but also do not know the old mother my powerful ……” Erlang his mother s mouth is still muttering curses.

In fact, the old lady is not old, with my mother’s age, only she has always opened the store, the original docile character has become spirited.

“Xiaoqiao, quickly come in, let you bother. Come across this kind of thing ……” she took my hand and walked straight into the store, “or Xiaoqiao has the level, look at my family Erlang stupid, alas ……”

I turned my head to look at Erleng and saw that he was quite unconvinced, so I smiled, “Actually, Erleng was about to rush up and fight just now, but I was the one who pulled him back, and I was afraid that something would happen. Erleng is just more bloodthirsty than me.”

“Xiaoqiao, just your little mouth can talk.” Errang’s mother took a corncob with a fluttering brow and peeled the skin off smoothly, revealing the yellow fruits, “Come on, eat it while it’s hot. Errang, there’s more in the pot, take it yourself.”

Erlang did not wait for his mother to finish, already ran into the inner hall, I know that there is his father recently bought a video game console for him, these days he is immersed in the game, even the homework is copied from me, so I am obedient to me.

“Auntie Bai, you eat too.” Erlang’s mother was called Bai Xiuya, who had been a green coat in the county Yueju troupe, and when the troupe closed down the year before, she simply quit and went home to be the boss’s wife.

“You eat, you eat, I just ate.” Auntie Bai looked at me and smiled fondly, a pair of almond eyes watery and extraordinarily provocative, “Xiaoqiao, in the future you can often come yo, Erlang is not here, you can also come ah.” She sat in front of a statue of the distribution of human acupuncture points, I looked at her white face flying some red clouds, thinking, in fact, Auntie Bai is also quite good-looking, how did not notice it before? “Aunt, you also know acupuncture points?” I pointed at the statue, and I addressed her more and more elliptically.

“Understand some, not all, Erlang his father only.” Auntie Bai looked at me with a smile, “I can do simple hand acupressure, such as headaches, stomach aches and whatnot, sometimes it works.”

“Really? Aunt, I’ll give you a try ……,” I grabbed her hand, soft and slippery, full of warmth, “My mother often has a headache, after I learn it, I can also go home to honor my mother a little.” Mother sometimes headache, often press the head of their own rubbing there, I actually do not know press the hand also works.

“Come, Auntie will teach you. You see that you have to press the heart point at the first joint of the middle finger in the palm, and the center point of the wrist, the Daling point, as well as the points at the middle joints of the four fingers on the back of the hand besides the thumb, so that in this order you can alleviate the different pain points in the front head, the top of the head, the side of the head, and the back of the head, respectively.” Aunt Bai’s snow-white sharp and clever fingers gently slid in my palm, as if the wind was sweeping over the tops of the forests, and as if running water was slowly passing through the ditches between the cliffs.

My lungs gently bulge in a split second, heart beating, in this floating microdust.

“Xiaoqiao, there’s no business either, so help Auntie close the store, will you?” Her eyelashes fluttered with an enchanting luster, and from her eyes I read the symbols of desire, which brewed with lustful emotions. A sinful thought rose within me, a reflex from the evil spirit within, and the serpent of desire stretched out its snarling tongue ……

The door to the store was boarded up one piece at a time, and I plugged in the wooden hitch, hearing Auntie White’s sharp gasps behind my ear, and the earth-shattering sound of the electronic amusement machines in the inner room. It wasn’t a vision; Aunt White’s hand tentatively covered my bulging bottom as she teased me!

Outside the house, the wind whimpered and penetrated through the doorway, agitating the candle flame on the shrine brightly and brightly, and Aunt Bai’s face floated with a bewitching divine aura. “Aunt, your hands are so dexterous, uh …… so comfortable yo.” My penis slowly molded under her meticulous speculation, the python head excitedly swallowed and spit between her fingers, saliva seeped out from my horse’s eye, moisturizing her long, thin fingernails coated with kodan.

“Bridge, really big, ah …… you don’t push too hard, good man …… too deep, yo yo …… hollowed out to the aunt’s nest of heart …… “My index, middle and ring fingers joined together and dug inside her pussy for a while, only to feel that it was so deep inside, just like the cave that I drilled when I was a child, dark and deep, with sticky water flowing from the hole. From the inner room came the excited squeals of Erlang, obviously having passed another level of his game, and the ecstatic cries of ecstasy drowned out her mother’s muffled moans and lustful chants.

Auntie White blushed scarlet, fully immersed in the sky of sexual desire, her scent was refreshingly fragrant, pink buds spitting out the voluptuousness that had been brewing for a long time, faint gasps wavering in the expectant air, her face resembling a sea of pink flowers, undulating naturally in waves.

I lowered myself to look, ah, this gloomy deep cavern obscene rain fell, the pool of water clear green like glowing emerald, I saw pieces of flap flesh like peach blossom red.

Cold air floating in the ethereal body odor, my every breath is like a sip of sweet manna, caressing her smooth like satin skin, my heart with the waves of that sea loads and sinks. “Auntie, I’m going to stick you ……” Her moans spread and ghostly floated in a free, freewheeling gesture, and I imagined the crescent-white cunt-mare of her lower body, the hill with the blizzard falling on it… …

“This, this, don’t be here …… in case, two rash ……” The expression of this happy woman who has fallen in love is soft and slutty, with one hand fiddling with my vibrant vitality, one hand hooking my neck, the whole body is shaking down the petals of happiness.

I ignored it. I propped one of her feet up on the counter against a serious backdrop with the pharmacy’s license, stamped with the fiery red seal of the business administration. The scent of all kinds of medicines floated in the air, and desire poured in from all directions. “Ah, Bridge, good man …… you’re killing Auntie ……”

If there are four seasons in a person’s life, there is no doubt that Auntie Bai is in the fall of maturity. The world is no longer disturbed, grudges have long been swept away, she has understood the benefits of middle age is gentle, and willingly released the gorgeous RuiFang.

My bones burned from the high heat generated within them during the fierce pounding, and I imagined that my dark, massive top would sink without trace into that hungry sea. I buried my mouth in her pouty lips, trying to gag her vocalizations, my parting like a giant machine to churn and mash her pussy pussy until I saw bone and flesh and blood.

The counter creaked along with our rise and fall, though we did everything in silence. Between a pounding and a pounding, we planted happiness in our respective ends of the earth, to retrieve what we once had, or to compensate for what was once a tattered dream …… Our eyes looking at each other swirled with longing and despair, as if not to retrieve it in this instant, the body would be baked by the dryer of time into the color of withered grass.

Erlang let out another scream in the inner room. Auntie White’s body trembled, and a tide of passion surged from the depths of her pussy, turbulent, gurgling with crimson desire. I think, the woman’s orgasm itself in the man is a kind of heart tease, it is a kind of call, a kind of passion induced, but also a twisted light of the cold winter of the lonely lamp.

If you don’t die in silence, you explode in silence. My surging passions stormed out in an instant, I had long forgotten my real world and was easing into a trance-like future, even though she kept pleading underneath me, “My good man, hurry up …… I’m afraid, I’m afraid …… “

I know, I know what she’s afraid of. She’s afraid that once her son walks out of there, he’ll see that his mother is such a slutty slut. I do not know, is not all the women in the whole world are like this, she, or my mother? The impermanence of life and death, all the cups and goblets, I am clear that the world, such as ordinary people, do not have to break through death and life of Dazhan, at most, just with the heart to savor the life of the moment pleasant and beautiful and touched, but also enough. As we are in front of us, now. Until I leaked out the most gorgeous essence in the body, I saw the release of Auntie White’s face, the piece of glittering pink, floating like a cloud.

(vii – final)

My fruitful autumn branches were picked by the mission to play, and in every interval of my thoughts, my whole conscience and all the fetishes at the same time jumped out to play with me; I originally wanted to jump out of the earthly sea of the run has actually exhausted me, I want to crush the heart of the labor of life, has made my essence swept away …… “Come on, sis! This is the most famous glutinous rice ball in Xidan Temple Street, with jiao-flower sauce, it is the best under the sky.” The mother attentively held a glutinous rice ball on the light green porcelain plate in front of Wang Transmutation. Next to it was a small porcelain bowl containing light red osmanthus sauce.

Wang Transmutation smiled, put it into her mouth and chewed it carefully, her face releasing an unimpeded beauty, “It’s so delicious, sister, how is this cinnamon sauce made? Where can I buy it?” I knew that she was casting her mother’s favor at this point.

Sure enough, my mother said happily, “It’s hard for my sister to love it, so I’ll ask Bridge to bring you a bottle back later.”

She affectionately touched Wang Transmigration’s slippery little hand, “I made this myself. I pick the osmanthus flowers every year when they are in full bloom, put half a jar of them in the osmanthus jar, then peel off the flesh of the sour plums, tear them into pieces, put them into the osmanthus jar, and finally pour honey all over the jar, seal it up with wax, and then you can eat it after ten days, and the older the more mesmerizing the meal becomes. What you are eating now is what I brewed last year.”

Mother’s cinnamon sauce is what I grew up eating. My favorite seepage point of ice water, sitting in the yard to see the distant mountains, clouds, and then savor the sweetness of some sour feeling, the mouth and tongue filled with the taste of elegant and faraway, this aroma through space and time, even if the days are long and deep, it will still be a dark fragrance floating, such as a stunning shadow like the engraved in the sky of my memory.

Wang Transmutation squinted her eyes, intoxicatedly sticking out her tongue to lick a few times on her crimson lips, “Sister, you’re really mindful, Xiao Qiao just inherited it from you, and it’s just as outstanding.” I stretched out my right foot under the table, my toe following her calf child, then settling on her inner thigh, picking it a few times. I saw her body as if she had been struck by the Monkey King’s fixation, her almond eyes slanted, her autumn waves flowing, almost ready to drip water.

Mother, however, did not notice her demeanor just said modestly, “This is nothing, the bridge child just can not concentrate, everything is learned, and nothing is refined.” Her voice was so beautiful, like the chirping of a forest bird, it flowed, as if I heard the sound of gurgling water again.

My left hand reached under the table and pinched my mother’s thigh, “Mom, don’t keep talking about me, talk about something else.” My mother’s dimple was suddenly like a deep red hidden in the calyx, who said that red faces age easily? Drunken mother is not the best evidence?

“Yes, yes, sister, it’s not too late, I want to go back first. You should also take an early rest.” Wang Transmutation knowingly got up, and I knew that her lower body must be dripping with lewd water, and her springy look of concern was moving.

“Good. Qiao’er, you’ll see Mr. Wang off, it’s so cold, be careful of the road yo.” My mother, under a pinch from me, was languid with teasing winks.

I look happy, this house has the willow’s tenderness, and the peach and apricot’s delicacy, I really want to take it all in one place ah, but I know, after all, this is just a spring dream. Mother is absolutely not allow this kind of thing to happen, she once said, if our business is known by others, she will never live. I believe that.

The cold moon is silent, and the long sky is far and wide. I hung my head low and greedily breathed in the cold wind that blew from afar, interspersed with dusty haze and the faint scent of flowers.

“You’re angry? Bridge …… me, I, I am sorry.” Wang Transmutation saw that I was silent all the way, carefully looked at me and clutched my hand, her hand was cold and clammy, “Good Bridge, really, I just missed you…so I came to see you. Please, don’t be mad ……”

Her Wu Nong soft words in such a cold night is tantamount to a warm current, I am a little touched, back to clutch her hand to embrace her in my arms, gently caressing her, kissing her temples of the black hair.

“It’s fine. I just don’t want mom to know about us, knowing that we spend a lot of time together will one day reveal ourselves.” I looked at her like I was looking at a forest, a snowfield, a grassy plain …… I heard the sound of blood crashing in my chest and my throat seemed dry, “Good transmutation, I’m going to fuck you …… “

“Here? –“

She asked in a low voice and looked around, the desolate road tep no one, the wind blew the grass by the roadside, the ink-colored dome was starless, and there was only a broken moon that miserably emitted a crimson white light.

“Of course …… you spread your feet a little, transmutation, your pussy is so warm ……”

In the corner of the street, Wang Transmutation’s pants were half taken off by me and hitched up in the bend of her legs, her plump, fat ass naked in the cold wind. She gasped roughly, perhaps because of the tension and cold, she was a little trembling, “Bridge, you come in quickly, I’m so cold …… ” Her obedience contains boundless tenderness, at this time she is like my little wife in general, but she is not, she is my class teacher and language teacher.

The answer to her was my powerful thrusts. She screamed a little, her cheeks glowed with charm, and her eyes radiated with exuberance. What kind of love can make a beautiful and dignified woman abandon her dignity and soul and submit to the crotch of a hairy young man? Or rather, it is a kind of desire to bind her on a treacherous wire, so that the more she struggles between humanity and desire, but the more tightly bound.

I couldn’t believe that I had the kind of magic that could make every mature woman transform into a young girl in front of my pale age. Could it be that there is really a power in the underworld, maneuvering the ship traveling through the ocean of my life? I kept asking the dome of the sky, but the dome of the sky is silent, I turned a series of questions into sharp knives, stabbing this mournful moaning woman.

Every time I went through the burn of lust, I felt the young soul inside me cracking, and black demons implanted cancerous cells inside me, and I thought that sooner or later, I would be so sick that I would never be able to recover.

“Call me husband, do it ……”

I ordered my teacher, the engineer of the human soul, was trembling on all fours as she took one of my heavy hits after another, the crisp air gradually humidified, and under the cenote night sky, Wang Transmutation’s face was as combed as a wash, with tears of excitement floating from the corners of her eyes, as the sounds of our intense lovemaking were solidified into a frozen stream of air pooling in the low, sunken mounds of her being.

Perhaps I have been maintaining a standing position, I feel tired, my legs gradually numb, can not withstand this period of hot and cold, finally I poured, thick semen like a blue spring, and like the roots of a large tree hidden in the depths of the gullies.

And tonight’s moonlight ah, hazy, misty, streaming on the white roof tiles, the remnants of the snow seems to be melted by the enthusiasm of the two of us just now, drops dropping down from the eaves. Wang transmutation organized the clothes, flashing tears in the eyes, curled up in my arms, speechless with warmth, gentle, meek …… “Bridge, if you can be like this every day, how good it would be ……” Wang transmutation depressed face has a lot of thoughts, she is sentimental, frowning willow leaf eyebrow when stretching, like the Grand View Garden in the Lin Daiyu.

“Good transmutation, I read a book the other day that said, “An hour is a lifetime, a moment approaches eternity. “I think the same is true of us.”

I know that one day, wrinkles will be like this winter leaves quietly spread all over her smooth face, her eyes, will no longer be clear as water, leaving only the corner of the eye tired of the aftermath, echoing in the once past. I also do not know, to that day, whether I will still be like today today, this kind of fondness, this kind of loving …… Wang transmutation cried.

The sky at night is always a colorful black. The bleak moonlight pulls my lonely shadow to a long, long, the world is so wide, leaving only one me, in the heart to heart dialogue. The road in front of me is clean, even though there are countless footsteps bustling here in the daytime, by the cold wind blowing through, everything seems white and transparent.

I wonder if life can be like this, after a burst of wind and rain, a thousand kinds of wind and ten thousand kinds of love only in this moment, disillusionment.

In this moment, I want to go home more than anything.

My mother was waiting for me, naked under the hooded light, under the warm, soft covers.

When my coldness touched her fire, my whole world collapsed in this intoxicating fragrance. Drunken me is a mysterious fragrance, which is aged wine through the mellow, often bulging my crotch of the youthful boat, turned into a light boat pulling the white sails, sailing into the harbor of the mother’s lips. I am always thinking, the Creator is really amazing, the same rice water, the same salt, there is a mother of such a crystal beautiful woman, this vast universe, full of strange and inexplicable mystery.

I gently stroked this God’s gift, the mother’s mussels are impeccable, warm juice warm meat, a sweet with acidic soft fragrance, embedded in my nostrils between. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, ah, a hundred years of daughter red ah …… seven minutes of soft and sour and three minutes of wine, slipping through my throat with a slash, I can not tell whether it is sweet, sour, wine, but I feel that it is also sweet, sour, wine, this kind of subtle, marvelous, wonderful, subtle, exquisite, by no means can be expressed by any words in the world.

Mother trembling, moaning voice like jumping in the notes on the sheet music, like her fingers under the lute that “bamboo dew drops clear sound” tune, there are a thousand pieces of bamboo leaves falling, falling shadow Xiao Xiao, shining on the two tangled carcass, is not Ye Ye, such as dreams. Her babbling oh oh like spring silkworms spit silk, scattered and constantly, in the dark of the night in the bamboo grove, such as the flute, and my prick is the whip that night, in this a whip between a sound, playing the most brilliant most splendid chapter in the world.

Outside, the wind horns faded away with a whimpering remnant. After my successive jerks, my mother looked like the wind blowing over waves of wheat, and like the ebb and flow of the mountains, tumbling into the winter of passion. I leaned down to kiss her, her lips soft as early spring rain, her tongue gobbling between my lips and teeth, her moans a song of joyous leaps and the rattling of our yin and yang mingling as a deep voice-over.

In this way, between the ups and downs, we exchanged each other’s energy and passion, tenderly and harmoniously, with a kind of looseness, a kind of floating drunkenness. She occasionally opened her eyes and looked at me pulsatingly, the jade-like water caressing my black hair, while the clump of pubic hair under her was like a line of neatly arranged seedlings in a deserted rice field, fluttering in the wind.

I was suddenly touched by an inexplicable feeling, as the long and thin slit in my mother’s pussy was opened up, and a wisp of yin qi was poured into my rushing bloodstream with vigor, a hint of primitive vitality. When the thousands of spermatozoa in my mother’s body poured into my prick in an invincible and fearless position I realized that my heart, which was bound by the world’s morality and was tense and uneasy, in a flash of light, blossomed with joy.

This came as a result of sexual innuendo, obscure and raw, yet real to me. I had an epiphany – life itself is an eternally moving miracle, and people have an unending desire and obsession with it.

It’s a beautiful world. Passion is a wave that never goes out, a dream with feathers. I think my mother felt the same way. Everything in this world is marvelous. The bitterest thing is the sweetest thing, and the bitter part is the sweet part, as if it were two sides of the same coin.

In the face of the tenderness and love released by my mother, as a human son, I can only scoop it up with my heart. The combination of yin and yang seems so soft at this moment, but the most important thing is to experience that fullness with your heart, and to touch that kind of abundant love with your heart.

“Promise me you won’t fool around when Dad comes home tomorrow.” The beautiful mother naturally bent into an arc under my pounding, like a converging petunia, swaying with the wind. This elegance needs to be truly felt with the mingling of body and mind, my heart was in awe, how fortunate am I to be able to merge with my mother and enjoy this most obscure romance on earth?

I understand my mother’s meaning, life can not be a mistake again and again. But God has already destined, we are all persistent and unrepentant group of people, destined until the moment of landslide shattered to pieces, I respect my mother’s advice, but I do not know if I can do.

“Okay mom. I’ll try to refrain.” I turned up the heat again, ignoring my mother’s shuddering beneath me, imagining leading her to the peak of bliss, the dull “pop” of which was absolutely beautiful and far beyond what reality could bear.

The mother sighed, like the whispering of Mi Fei at the edge of the Xiaoxiao Luoshui, and like the passing wind, gently brushing the helplessness of the wilderness.

After everything has been deformed and distorted, one finally comes to the most mundane and ordinary place and examines one’s original wishes: what did I wish for in life before? If I still have wishes in the future, what will I wish for?

When my father returned home, it was exactly 5:30 in the afternoon. The sound of the car rumbled, I could hear that it was still the same old Beijing Jeep, rolling over the snowy road surface, crunching to a halt outside the door.

“Come on, Bridge you go out first.” Mother let out a long breath, her nostrils expelling hot breaths that sounded to my ears like the baby cries of running water. With a kind of nervous excitement, I raised my still rigid penis from my mother’s tight cunt-mare and tucked it into my cotton sweatpants. Mother looked frazzled as she quickly organized her bottom, “Why don’t you go?” She gave me a hard stare, her angry eyes full of autumnal flirtation.

“Dad, you’re back.” Wen Jing’s father wearing grandfather’s that leather robe, looks more thin, by the north wind ravaged face rough pale, coupled with the depth of the purple Xiu Luang frame glasses on the bridge of the nose, more emaciated a lot. I feel a little sad in my heart, my father has been out in the cold for years, certainly for the cause he loves, and why not for this family?

“Well, back. Bridge, did you listen to mom at home?” Seeing me choking on my words, my father patted my shoulder in relief, “It’s good to be home.”

“Dad, Mom is in the back room getting you hot water. Where’s the driver?” I probed at the driver, Wu, who was starting the car, “Why don’t you let Uncle Wu come in and sit down?”

“Hey, he’s in a hurry to hurry home, it’s such cold weather and he’s newly married, this time he accompanied us out for a few days, it’s boiling him.” Father laughed, watching the Beijing Jeep releasing a lot of black exhaust fading away, it looked like father was in a good mood.

“Back. How to say such things to the child?” The mother stood at the head of the door in a graceful and playful manner, staring at the father in a seemingly angry manner, her face full of joyful colors, and her eyebrows flowing with a different style.

“Yes, yes. Hey, hey, I’m back.” Father hurriedly shoved all the parcels into my hands, “Bridge, you take these things to the room to divide them, some of them are to be given to the neighbors.” Father’s stunned look was all seen in my eyes, I knew in my heart that it was a few days of not seeing my mother, my father realized that my mother was even more charming than before, so he was in a hurry to get rid of me.

But he didn’t know that it was because she had just finished having sex with me that my mother showed that lazy and seductive flavor. “Hey, I’ll take a copy to the Erlang family later.” I promised. Father always take some local specialties to the neighbors every time you go out, coupled with the mother as a dignified and modest and good people, so our family here is famous for goodwill.

The house exudes a strong fragrance, mixed with women’s rouge powder and the smell of flower water, I think, probably the mother is afraid of the air permeated with that kind of flavor, it is this more intense perfume out to spray. As soon as my father entered the house, he sneezed several times, “Why does it smell so good?”

“Well, I just took out some old clothes for the winter, and they were a bit smelly, so I spilled some perfume, but I accidentally knocked it over.” Sure enough, the bottle of floral perfume fell across the table. I noticed three parts shame, two parts guile and one part triumph in my mother’s eyes, and when my eyes met, she flushed, gave me a sidelong glance, and paid no more attention to me.

The father who just entered the house didn’t see the small action between us at all, still immersed in the joy of going home. Perhaps for the traveler who has left home, home is really the habitat of the soul, real, real.

My eyes grew moist. Every time my father left the house, for some reason, I always felt a little lost, and always felt that something important was missing in my life. Although I was able to make love to my mother, I was more frustrated and confused afterward.

My father’s broad, thick smile told me that the world of three is the most perfect, and that this kind of heavenly joy can’t be replaced by anything else. Father, I want to shed tears, and joy makes my heart ache, forgiving the years of my absurdity and wantonness. Though I have long since sunk and fallen, and nightmares like a long noose have long since tightened around my frail neck, I dare not stomp away from that cushioned chair.

After the salty tears, there was a heartbreaking pain swimming around me, and every time I dreamed in the midnight, it was as if I was in the endless snow, with drops of black blood flowing through ……

However, I have become a prodigal son who does not turn back, obsessed with my mother’s round, verdant peaks, the abundant honeyed milk that attracts me and nourishes me, and the wide mound that looks like a fertile plain, where a warm palace has been built, storing limitless energy, waiting for me to seize it ……

Years later, I read an article, just so a glance, is enough to call me shocked …… Then, the acacia flowers in the hand as a word of comfort from the distant night sky, unknown stars bestowed!

Soft flower particles rubbed with a thin fragrance, no sadness, nor contempt, comfort is just comfort itself, just like human tears are just tears at the end, not accusing anyone or remorse what. All sorts of promises, all is the road of fire and fire, the promise is not unknown, want to see it as a return.

A woman caught in the fire by the promise of becoming a mother must have seen the brass ark under the manzanita, coiled with mosquitoes and flies, with the talisman of God on it, “Thou hast made the first choice to become a mother, now I give thee the second choice and the last; in it are the fruits of forgetfulness with a cup of blood-wine, which thou shalt drink to learn more of treachery, and all the bitterness and evils that have coiled in thee shall be annihilated, and thou regain your whole self again, as a virgin who never conceived.”

It was written for my mother, and not yet for me; it was a choice for my mother, and for me.

I look out the window at the scattered snowflakes in the wind, in a few days, will be the Spring Festival. I hope this is the “good year of snow”.

The glass near the window was covered with a light fog, I put my palms together and sang the “Ode to Peace” in reverence, praying for the rain to come down, hoping that the yoke of the soul will be lifted off the heavy yoke, and that the breeze will blow away the darkness, no matter if it is dawn tomorrow or a deeper darkness ……

If there is only one last purple Acacia flower left in my palm, I will dedicate it to my father and mother, so that this purple color is as quiet as the sea, pure and beautiful. Although, the lightness of the hidden melancholy, decadence and even sinking shadow.

In fact, it’s the undercurrent of a seventeen year old’s, sensitive, ambiguous and obscure life.