My father’s marriage to my mother was a typical product of the “composition problem” of the late 1960s, because of which my grandfather was persecuted, stigmatized as a “traitor” and sentenced to 20 years’ imprisonment. When my grandmother passed away early, my friends and relatives avoided my mother and no one dared to take care of her, so my father took advantage of the situation and lied to my mother, telling her that she would be able to save my grandfather, and my mother, who had no one else to turn to, could only count on my father, the leader of the “proletarian working class” rebels, and so she gave her life to him.
Mother has almost all the characteristics of the “Jiangnan family”, grandfather’s family can be said to be a scholarly family, mother was deeply Tao, know how to read and reason, and then called the local flower of the grandmother, the small beauty given to the mother, the mother is better than blue, grandfather, grandmother’s all the excellent conditions without omission, all were inherited by the mother, even now judging by the eyes of the mother was also very rare to see the beauty of the girl. Even if you look at it from today’s point of view, your mother was one of the few beautiful girls you would ever see.
But God often does not like perfect, innate superior conditions by the cold reality of a complete collapse. Father is a typical northern people, three generations only, physical tough, violent character, and is illiterate a, very good cup. Grandfather is to join the People’s Liberation Army, with the troops liberated the city after the local settlement.
My father’s pugnacity was the essence of his rebellion and was given to him by the particular times of the day, and judging by the present, not to be disrespectful of me, my father was absolutely useless.
The union of my grandfather and grandmother was of the old married couple type, and my grandmother passed away when my mother was only 3 years old; and my mother was less than 14 years old when my grandfather’s accident occurred. My father was almost 30 years old, a rebel leader, and the only thing I “admired” about him was that he was legally married to such a young mother, and that he brought me into the world in less than a year.
Perhaps God was unwilling to be gracious, and my father’s fertility did not exceed that of his grandparents. As far back as I can remember, about the age of three, the advantages of single transmission had been utilized to the fullest extent, and the skill of crying had been made perfect. As far as I can remember, except for the occasional inability to collect in the presence of my father, I never failed to do so in the presence of my mother.
And after a few run-ins with my father, I actually learned to be more aggressive with my mother. I have no memories of being punished by my mother, and I have to admit that my early years were carefree and happy.
According to my mother, I was actually not weaned until I was 4 years old and I had to touch my mother’s breasts to fall asleep. My dominance and my parents’ favoritism made even my father back off and allowed me to continue the habit.
By the time I was six years old, my father was no longer in the limelight, but his hegemony in the family was still strong and unshakeable. The family’s situation gradually worsened, and my father’s violence increased, but he still doted on me. My father often came home disillusioned, binge-drinking and then punching and kicking my mother, who was in denial and in tears, but I didn’t know how to comfort her.
When my mother failed to meet my demands, I had a way of letting my father express my dissatisfaction. I remember that there was only a living room and a bedroom in the house, and after my father punched and kicked my mother, he dragged her to the bedroom, without shying away from her.
My mother’s weakness and deceitfulness made me a little bully.
Father’s sex is simple and rough, every time you make love, neither caresses and sweet words, the worst still have to turn on the light, also do not care that I was lying next to them, the small hands still holding mother’s breasts, it is roughly crushed underneath my mother’s beautiful face full of tears, pain and suppressed voice from small to large, and from large to small or even the inability to make a sound to be considered finished.
My father’s sexual prowess was certain, and my mother was often ordered by my father to spend the night naked, and with little more than a minimum of shameful avoidance in my presence. Though still young, I would sneakily watch from the sidelines with interest.
When my father found out, he occasionally chided me, but his mother’s moving flesh made him tend to ignore me.
My father fell back to sleep when he was done, and sometimes I would follow my father’s example, pressing myself naked onto my mother’s naked and beautiful body and repeating my father’s mechanical actions. At first my mother would silently resist, whispering to scare me, but after my cries woke my father up, my impatient father would often scold my mother or start rough sexual punishment again, my mother’s favor and fear of my father made her finally give up resisting, letting my father and son enjoy her fascinating flesh in different ways, perhaps my mother’s only resistance was the habit of waking up early.
After I started elementary school at the age of 7, I somehow became even more enamored with my mother’s soft, plump, very elastic, perfectly curved 21 year old young breasts, and I surprisingly resumed sucking, without milk, of course, but I felt wonderful. My mandatory task before going to sleep was to suck until I was tired and my little hands still wouldn’t let go before I could be quiet.
Sometimes my father’s rough sexual behavior woke me up, and I would imitate it a little later, but the dark, soft pubic hairs on my mother’s sacred, mysterious, life-giving place were nothing compared to the wonderful sensations of sucking and caressing my mother’s breasts as I pressed myself against her naked, soft body; and the occasional caress of my mother’s privates was abandoned because she clenched her legs or changed her position.
I was also interested in my mother’s body, but I was only curious about how she peed without a penis.
In the summer of the year when I had just turned 12 years old, at that time, I had become accustomed to the sexual affairs of my father and mother beside me. But one night, my father drank a lot of wine, I also drank some, my father began to violate my mother as soon as he got into bed, my mother resisted a little, my father soon couldn’t, my exasperated father began to fight with my mother’s silent but fierce resistance, and I sat up in order to avoid their war.
My father knelt beside me and savagely spread my mother’s thighs apart and lifted her lower body almost off the bed, in an instant, my mother lost her ability to resist and helplessly closed her eyes, her body tensed, her gelatinous skin, her delicate curves, and the pained and helpless expression on her beautiful face, left me dumbfounded.
Between her slender thighs, my mother’s mysterious exit from life was for the first time so clearly and unreservedly revealed to me. God! Under the bright light, I clearly witnessed my father’s not-quite-thick but very ugly prick, helplessly stabbing between my mother’s legs, my helpless mother’s hands gripping the bedsheet, and my father unable to let his prick, which was already about to droop, enter my mother’s body.
Suddenly, my father bent one of my mother’s legs up at the knee and pressed it flat against the bed with one of his own, and with his free hand he parted my mother’s private parts with such force that I thought my father had broken my mother’s skin and flesh open a crack, revealing a small pink gash inside, and a tightly closed fleshy wall on the lower part of the gash!
One of the father’s fingers suddenly hard into the middle, the mother let out a painful and suppressed yell, eyes wide open, muscles tense, gripping the sheets of the slender arm burst out of the veins, large teardrops along the beautiful face rolled down. Father’s roar of triumph, like a great satisfaction, fingers increased movement, the mother shook her head in agony, crying “do not”.
Finally, my father knelt and let his prick enter my mother with the help of his hand, and he lasted for a while before he stopped and then fell back to sleep, leaving me dumbfounded as I watched my mother curled up all over.
The pain-filled and fearful look on my mother’s face made my erect prick feel for the first time that it was blocked by something, and just as I entered the bathroom, all at once I ejected! My whole body was relaxed, my heart was fluttering, my mind was shaking, I was floating, and I almost fell down. Later, when I returned to bed and was about to fall asleep, my mother was still letting out occasional bouts of sobbing.
I had already rebelled against my mother’s discipline, and from then on, I had a fundamentally wrong self-righteous understanding that this was the only way to really get back at my mother, so eager for my mother to look at me with that fearful gaze, so wishing to repeat the sensation of that jet, and thinking that I realized that the penis was the best weapon to make my mother fearful.
At a certain age, my father’s sexual activity was not too frequent, and his ability to last was also degraded by his long history of drinking and sex, which greatly reduced my “chances”, but the circumstances of that night have been burned deeply into my memory.
Subconsciously, I was still a little afraid of my mother, maybe it was the normal feeling of a child towards an adult, but inside I began to long for the opportunity to show my mother how “powerful” I was, just like my father did, and to make my mother submit to me just like she did to my father.
After a few days of losing my mind, an opportunity brought me down to the abyss.
It was Saturday, and I stayed home on vacation while my mother rested at home with a high fever. When my father came home at noon, he began to drink, and regardless of my mother’s high fever, he dragged her out of bed and ordered her to make some dishes. My mother shakily made a few dishes and then went back to bed, and the dishes that she hastily cooked did not taste very good, which caused my father to give me a scolding.
My father asked me to accompany him, and soon the wine ran out, and my drunken father had to send me off to buy wine. When I returned home, my father came out of the bedroom with his pants on. My father continued to drink until he was unconscious, and I was dazed and ready to put the rest of the wine back under the bed in the bedroom.
The mosquito net on the bed in the bedroom had been lowered and closed tightly, I was curious to see how my mother was doing, and when I lifted the mosquito net, the scene on the bed made me brakingly hot and filled with inexplicable urges!
I saw that the cold towel covering my head had been messily wrapped around my mother’s head, covering her hair, forehead and eyes, only revealing her pretty nose and small mouth. Mouth half-open, bright red lips and snow-white teeth mirror each other, sharp chin and beautiful face still have tear marks. The bed sheet is a bit messy, it seems that the mother has been unable to resist, wearing a dress was lifted to the neck, panties thrown on the bed, flat belly only covered with a thin quilt. Round and plump breasts towering proudly, bright red nipples dainty, long and slender legs are still retained in the “big” shape, buttocks under a pillow, the mysterious sanctuary completely out.
Boy, did I see her again! I put the bottle on the corner of the bed, held my breath, and slowly approached her. The slim, silky pubic hair was densely covered in a triangle shape, and below it ended in two tightly closed, plump labia that still bore the marks of my father’s violation.
Suddenly, I’m a little timid, I gently moved my mother’s calves, my mother did not react; I carefully stretched out my right hand, my fingers touched the labia, my mother also did not react; I gently used two fingers to break open the two labia, revealing a gap, my mother still did not move, so I boldly increased the intensity. The two labia were completely separated by me, a flat, pink and delicate slit was displayed in front of me, I finally saw her again!
I didn’t dare to be as savage as my father, I just used my index finger to probe slowly inside, my mother’s vagina was so tight that I felt difficulty in going further. I hesitated for a moment and decided to push harder, I stared at my mother nervously, afraid that she would suddenly react, so that I didn’t realize that my finger had completely disappeared into her vagina.
At this point, I deeply felt my mother’s tight and burning vagina tightly contained my finger, my finger slowly began to pump, my mother did not move, I could not control the sudden force, my mother let out a breathless moan, a moment and then no. I felt a little bit lost and a little bit of wine to strengthen my courage, I began to be very hard, but my mother’s half-open mouth only occasionally let out a little moan. I began to get angry, there is a feeling of needing to give vent to my body immediately, my penis began to fill with blood, the length actually reached 10, longer than a finger!
I climbed onto the bed and, following my father’s example, knelt between my mother’s legs, took my prick in my hand and thrust it straight down into my cunt. I was so lucky! The glans actually entered most of the way, and I felt that I had found the right position, and my body was uncontrollably trying to push deeper, so much so that I was on top of my mother in a flash. Against all odds, I focused my entire body on my lower body and stabbed my mother deeply and completely, with such force that it made my prick ache.
My mother also let out a moan of pain, but the tight burning adsorption of my mother’s vagina stimulated me to a near frenzy, and I jerked violently, my face just reaching my mother’s breasts, as if there was a sinister force guiding me, and I took my mother’s left nipple and sucked it hard, my right hand grasped my mother’s right breast and desperately rubbed it, and my mother began to let out a painful and suppressed moan, her whole body tensing up.
I saw large teardrops rolling down her pretty face, which spurred me on to greater frenzy and savagery. My prick was moving in and out of my mother’s cunt, going in completely every time, and every twitch brought me an incomparable, marvelous, exciting feeling that I cannot describe in words.
After about 200 consecutive strokes, I finally couldn’t resist the extreme stimulation in my lower body, and my searing semen jetted out, completely injecting itself into my mother’s vagina. I couldn’t suppress the sound, exhausted, lying on top of my mother. I didn’t realize that before I could get up and leave, my mother sensed something was wrong, and she removed the towel covering her eyes, and for a moment, my mother and I looked at each other in all directions, and everything seemed to stand still between heaven and earth! Finally, my mother let out an earth-shattering cry.
I had never heard my mother make such a horrible sound, nor had I ever seen her look so terrible and desperate, so amazingly strong, that I was pushed away from her body, and taken by surprise I rolled off the bed with the bottle, which shattered, and I was crushed solidly against the shards of the bottle, and blood flowed out, and I let out a scream of agony.
The chaotic sounds in the bedroom woke up the father, he staggered into the bedroom, saw the mother stood on the bedside of the dumbfounded, dress has been put on, hands clasped in front of the chest, and I was on the floor bleeding and screaming miserably, and without saying immediately on the mother punched and kicked. The mother in a trance was shaken by my father’s violent beatings, I suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to stop my father and protect my mother, I rushed over to my father and hugged him, and when he hit me, I started to fight back violently, and my father was furious, and I was furious too.
The young and powerless me is by no means his opponent, I do not care about the death of the fight so that the father has not yet woken up to beat me to death, I do not know that is the bottle cuts and blood, but also some of the father violently beat me and the blood. Enraged, my father picked up a bench and threw it at my head. I was so shocked that I subconsciously lowered my head and blocked it with both hands, but the bench hit my head so hard that I lost consciousness and blacked out… When I woke up, the first thing I saw was my father, who was filled with guilt, and then I realized that I was lying in my mother’s arms. I turned my head to look at my mother, but she averted her gaze. I felt my mother’s soft breasts underneath her thin dress. It seemed that she had been holding me in her arms all the time I was unconscious, and she hadn’t even put on her underwear yet, sobbing in a low voice.
Perhaps it was a family scandal, or my mother’s fear that my father would hurt me, or my mother’s inability to convince anyone of anything, or perhaps my mother’s inability to make a complete judgment about my aggression toward her because she was in a bit of a coma, and we were outwardly at peace with each other.
When it was time to go to bed at night, my mother still had to be naked all over, so that my father could exercise his short-lived lust. After my father had finished and gone to sleep, my mother’s eyes were still open, and I pressed myself against her as I usually do. For the first time, my mother showed a very frightened expression, her breathing quickened, and her hands tightly guarded her body, and her legs were tightly entwined, so that I did not have a chance at all, and I did not dare to be overbearing because of the incident at noon. I kissed my mother and whispered in her ear, “I’m sorry, please forgive me.” Although I was still pressing on my mother, I was already honest. Before I entered the dreamland, mother finally gradually calm down, I was confused to see my mother silently shed two lines of tears.
I don’t know whether it was because of the guilt I felt towards my mother that I changed my behavior and became a good boy, taking the initiative to study hard, and in the semester before the preliminary exams, my grades, which usually ranked at the bottom of the class, suddenly began to rocket. My behavior seemed to impress my mother, who resumed her habit of taking care of me and letting me continue to sleep on top of her.
The pressure of the preliminary exams forced me to work late into the night and I began to lose sleep, which worried my father a great deal. The week before the exams, I was so restless that after my father finished his “homework” on top of my mother, I was so annoyed that I couldn’t sleep because I kept pressing up and down on her body. Finally, I had an uncontrollable need to give vent to my feelings, and my mother immediately realized that I was trying to spread her legs, and she silently resisted.
Our confrontation gradually increased and woke up my father, who was so frightened that he quickly turned down my mother and, after cursing her for a while, went back to sleep. I began to continue my actions, and the father was again awakened, and in turn he punched and kicked the mother. After the father snored, I acted again, the mother did not dare to resist fiercely, at my mercy, but did not cooperate with me, I tossed and turned for a long time still could not enter, but I will not give up.
It wasn’t until almost dawn that my mother finally succumbed to my perseverance, and my posture magically adjusted a bit, and I entered without incident. Mother frowned tightly and looked at Father with a pained, nervous expression on her face. I didn’t dare to alarm my father either, gently and slowly pumping, I felt my mother’s heart beat dramatically, her breathing rapid and tense.
My mother, whose eyes were always watching my father’s movements, was very cooperative in allowing me to climax and ejaculate inside my mother once again, not realizing that I would soon fall asleep peacefully after my eruption.
With my mother’s cooperation, my insomnia disappeared in the future, and I concentrated on studying with all my might, and my aggression against my mother stopped for the time being.
When I entered a key middle school with the first grade, the honor it brought to my family was something I could not have predicted, the blessings of my family and friends made my father greatly happy, and my mother, although she still avoided me, secretly I noticed that she would also smile.
Once the father in the hotel banquet for friends and relatives to show that the goodwill, the mother specially put on her set of the most beautiful dresses ready to participate in the party, in the bedroom I was once again shocked by the mother’s innate beauty! Mother’s height is 165, the figure is slim and not lose the plump, a head of black flowing long hair, beautiful melon face, gelatinous skin such as sculpture in general, fitted dress is set off the breasts of the fullness of the legs of the long.
“Mom, I want you!” Both my mother and I froze in our tracks when I actually opened my mouth to face my mother with these words. For a few moments my mother walked away without a word, and I was devastated and deflated beyond belief, hanging my head and listless. I told my father that I did not want to go, my father was furious, so he slapped me, my mother was so scared that she rushed to hold my head, my father wanted to vent his anger on my mother, I quickly agreed against my will, and went back to my bedroom bed alone to lie down and stare.
My father had to make arrangements at the hotel first, and since my mother wasn’t going to help him anyway, my father ordered us to get to the hotel on time or he would give me a good time, and after that he went out. I was lying on the bed, my mother looked at me with begging eyes, even coaxing and pleading for me to hurry up and leave, I was listless and relied on the bed, a pitiful look. My mother was anxious, so she wanted to pull me up, I do not obey, resistance mother instead of being pulled down on the bed beside me. I suddenly felt the opportunity to take advantage of, quickly pressed on the mother’s body, the mother seems to understand what, unusually angry, ignore me to go away, I also had to follow out.
The festivities went on as planned, and the honor I brought with me made it seem as if I had surpassed my father in the family.
In the evening, my father was so drunk that he was unconscious in bed, and I violated my mother with abandon, and she closed her eyes helplessly. My mother’s acquiescence excited me, and I immediately tried to take off her dress. My mother stopped me, and silently removed only her panties, lifting her skirt to her waist and exposing her lower half. I took off my pants as fast as I could, and pulled out my erect penis, and immediately pressed myself against my mother.
I was still too inexperienced to find the right place, and for the first time my mother used her delicate hands to guide me. My mother’s vagina was very dry, making it very difficult for me to enter, but I had to enter without delay, so I tried my best. As I pumped painstakingly inside my mother’s vagina, my mother bit her lip and had a pained look of endurance on her face, and I continued pumping without mercy.
This time I continued for a long time without ejaculating, my mother got anxious and kept urging me to finish quickly, I felt my mother’s vagina begin to contract rhythmically with the exertion of her body and for the first time my mother raised her legs to make my contact with her even closer, I was so excited that I climaxed once again and poured the essence of my life into the warm bed that had once given birth to me.
Maybe it was my mother’s preferential treatment, maybe it was nourished by hormones, my body began to develop rapidly, the desire is also more and more intense, and often take advantage of my father’s drunkenness to violate my mother. My strength made it difficult for my mother to resist, while she was afraid of my father’s discovery and did not dare to fight me too fiercely, not to mention that she did not dare to make a sound. My experience allowed me to get away with it even when my mother was extremely uncooperative, and I was able to enter my mother from behind. Sometimes, after my father had finished, I would enter my mother without waiting for him to fall asleep, causing her to endure my brutal assaults in terror and pain.
I sometimes had difficulty in ejaculating because of my overindulgence, so I let my penis stay inside my mother and went to sleep, leaving her to endure the whole night’s fear.
My father began to notice the changes in my body and drove me into the living room to sleep in a bed by myself, which I helplessly obeyed.
My mother’s intentional avoidance gave me no opportunity to take advantage of the situation. As fate would have it, my grandfather’s rehabilitation brought our family an unexpected and substantial allowance, and we moved into a three-bedroom apartment with him in order to take care of him. We moved into a three-bedroom apartment with my grandfather to take care of him. We lived in my father’s ancestral house, which was slightly furnished, and we locked it up and said goodbye to it.
I got my own room and my mother got a good job at the tax office because of my grandfather’s vindication.
But my father, who had lost his dominant position in the family, took to gambling, and soon the money disappeared like water, and I wisely kept offering to pay all sorts of fees, saving a great deal of money for my private savings before the family way broke down.
My parents’ income was not enough to satisfy my father’s gambling addiction, and I secretly went to work as a porter in case something happened to my father when he ran up a large gambling debt. My decision was wise; my father was forced to fight by his creditors, and my grandfather had to pay off his gambling debts for him, only to incur another debt to family and friends. The strong physique I inherited from my father, and my excellent portering work in the harbor earned me a good income, and my excellent grades were the only consolation for my family.
Grandfather finally couldn’t stand his father and fell ill and was hospitalized. The high cost of medical care made my mother cry all day long, and my father gambled even more recklessly, paying no attention to my grandfather’s illness. Grandfather needed an operation, which required high medical expenses, and the family had no savings at all. My grandfather’s appreciation for me and his admirable knowledge made me feel like I was dying for a friend. I worked desperately, doing the work of three people at a construction site, and my fellow workers admired me, but the pain involved was unimaginable to the average person, and as a result, my academic performance fell to the ground.
I finally saved enough money to secretly pay for my grandfather’s surgery, and he was saved, but I got all the red lights on my final exams. My mother didn’t understand where my money came from and I didn’t explain, and my bad grades added to my mother’s great misunderstanding of me, so much so that she became agitated and scolded me. I was so upset by my mother’s nonchalant tone of voice, and felt that I was being blamed for the first time I had ever given to my family, that my self-esteem suffered so much, that I shut down and didn’t see or care about anyone else.
The hospitalization of an injured worker made my grandfather understand what I had done, and he specially asked my mother to thank me. When my mother confronted me with emotion and shame, I was again tempted, but her defiance made me actually lose my desire for her, and I began to become withdrawn. In fact, I felt that the grievances I had suffered could not be remedied simply by apologizing and initiating aggression, and that I needed my mother’s complete… I couldn’t explain it to myself, but I purposely distanced myself from my mother.
When the new semester began, I often studied late into the night to catch up on my homework. I hated the language. I had no trouble getting back to first place in all my other subjects, but I barely passed the language course. My mother, sensing my displeasure with her, used to beg for my forgiveness, but I was arrogantly unmoved.
One night, I was thinking hard about an essay question, I was lying on the table, I did not know how to write, actually fell asleep. When I woke up, I found a beautiful notebook on the desktop, I was curious to open it, my mother’s beautiful handwriting came to my eyes, but even more exciting is that my mother did a careful analysis of my essay, providing a large number of beautiful ancient poems and phrases and modern literature, I was deeply attracted to the wonderful descriptions, so I penned a brilliant.
I won a national award for my essay, which gave me a special place in that notebook. Going forward, problems I needed to solve, I would often write them down in my notebook at night and come home from school the next day with the answer, and of course, more hints and pointers.
This particular exchange between my mother and I was of great benefit to me and my language became my greatest strength instead. In this way, by the time of the midterm examination, the exchange of notes increased rather than decreased. Usually I had very few words with my mother, but in my heart I felt that I had hurt her, and unconsciously I was filled with reverence and gratitude for her, and my evil desires tended to subside.
When my mother wished me another successful midterm in her notes, I confidently and mischievously replied no problem and offered no reward. I didn’t care; the glory for my family after I got into a major high school with a record high score was unprecedented. I had just turned fifteen that year, but I was also 165 a young adult with a fundamental understanding of ethics and a timidity about transcendence.
When I was organizing the information, I found that my father had sold all the information as waste paper, and I was furious and once again had a fierce conflict with my father. This time I was completely victorious, my father did not dare to make a sound, and even my grandfather and mother did not dare to make a sound. When I rushed to the dumpster to look for the notebook, but has long been transported away, I sullenly returned to their own small room, but surprised to find the notebook on the side of my pillow, I was so excited that I kissed lightly, carefully turn her over, and reminisce about the journey of this more than a year time.
My heart was filled with happiness as I flipped to the end and saw what naughty questions I had written down as rewards.
I page by page, unconsciously continue to look at the blank pages behind, and feel a trace of loss, when I turned to the penultimate page, a line of small, elegant letters into the eyes: “As you wish. I froze, because from the handwriting, it is clear that it was already written, I can not describe my feelings at this time, I only remember that I excitedly wrote below: “Thank you, mom. Forgive me, okay?”
I put it back on the pillow and said to my mother under the guise of, “Do you want the notebook back?” Mother looked at me a little stunned, half-open mouth, eyes revealed uneasiness, I looked at her with a firm gaze, did not flinch. Mother finally could not resist, but gently nodded, I was so excited that I shouted, more excited than knowing the results, my mother’s face revealed a disturbed expression, silently walked away.
I soon had to continue to do hard labor to earn money because of school fees and my personal plans, and my intense daily labor made it so that when I got home I tended to fall asleep after eating.
I finally saved up enough money, three months long vacation is still more than two months left, I excuse my father at home to play mahjong is too noisy, can not concentrate on learning, proposed to return to my father’s ancestral home, that is, the original old house, every day to me to bring food, take a change of clothes can be. My father had no problem with it, my grandfather also supported me, my mother seemed to understand what was going on, and looked at me pleadingly with uneasiness and a bit of fear, but did not dare to oppose it, and so the decision was made.
Returning to my old house felt like I ruled the world on my own. To my surprise my mother did not come to bring food, but my grandfather did, and I was very upset. I was disappointed that my father came when my grandfather was not well, but I insisted on not going home, which in turn made my grandfather and father very happy and relieved.
Over the course of two weeks, I grew restless, hoping every day for what I had been waiting for… One night, when a storm raged with thunder and lightning, I stood in the rain and let it vent my anger, leaving me bedridden with a fever. My father brought me food, but despite my fever, he was anxious to get home: not to inform his family, but to worry about his mahjong. No one came to see me in the evening, and the storm continued to rage.
I was in bed in a state of confusion when the front door rattled with sound. A few moments later, when I opened my eyes, a beautiful woman who had been baptized by the torrential rain and whose slender form was exposed stood in front of me, her eyes full of tears, her plump breasts heaving and undulating, obviously the consequence of her haste to get there. After the dress was soaked by the rain, it was tightly attached to the slim and delicate body, holding a hairpin in her hand and letting her hair fall down, and a beautiful hand explored my burning forehead.
I feel aggrieved and touched by my tears came out, I desperately sit up and hugged my mother tightly, buried his head in that full and very elastic breasts to cry loudly, a while before calming down. I raised my head and mother’s tears, my mother kept comforting me, stroking my head, I snuggled in that warm embrace for a while and went to sleep.
When I woke up, it was nighttime, and my mother, who had changed into a different sundress, greeted me caringly as she saw that I was awake, and I nodded gently to show that I was feeling much better, and my mother let go of her heart. She told me that Grandfather and Father had also come and that I had already had my injection. Grandfather and father were talking to the doctor when they came to see me, and I stretched myself so vigorously that the doctor proudly claimed credit from my father, but Grandfather was still worried and scolded my father, who dared not make a sound. Grandfather ordered me to remain in bed and rest, asked my mother to stay and take care of me, and went back with my father.
When I woke up again, it was already the middle of the night, I gently shouted: “Mom.” Changed the robe of my mother from the living room to my bed, hair cape, seductive flesh hidden, evocative, I immediately focused on her charming body. Half a day before stupidly asked: “I had dinner or not?” Mother “Puff” giggled.
The pure and delicate face is as beautiful as a flower, I can not hold back, a get up, will be unsuspecting mother hugged on the bed, retaliation by holding down her hands, mother panic, can not move, I mischievous mouth kiss on the mother’s mouth, mother frightened desperately dodge, so we broke out “kissing” big challenge!
When I used both hands to restrain the mother’s head to kiss successfully, not easily give up, so that my mother and I can hardly breathe, when I let go of my hands, both tired and panting. Mother covered her mouth with her hand, I immediately began to undo her pajamas, mother stopped me, pleadingly told me: “Do not do this.” I do not care, mother suddenly shushed me, said: “Someone!” I was so scared that I immediately did not dare to move, the mother took the opportunity to get rid of my control, ran out of the bedroom.
I came to the living room in fear and found no one there, I yelled for my grandfather and father, each one answered, and my mother was gone, so I realized I had been duped, but was not angry.
My mother came out of the kitchen with a glass of milk in her hand, and I pressed forward unkindly, and she dodged back in fear, saying “don’t”, and I forced her to the wall. I was forced to the wall. My whole body was pressed against my mother, who held the glass with both hands, desperately trying to separate me. I tried to grab the glass, but my mother refused to let go, so I picked up my mother in my arms and took a big step towards the bedroom, where my mother closed her eyes, shivered, and began to cry.
When I threw my mother onto the bed, I did not make a move and watched her quietly. The mother opened her eyes and kept begging me, I kissed her tenderly, the mother did not resist. I easily removed the cup and my mother clutched her body, shivering, her eyes not daring to open.
I stripped naked and knelt beside her taking her into my arms, my mother was shivering terribly but I didn’t intrude in any way. Finally my mother opened her eyes and I stunned her by deliberately showing the tired scars on my body. These scars were from my hard labor, and I usually didn’t care about them, but I didn’t know that they would be such a shock to my mother.
My mother gently stroked my wound and asked me painfully, “Does it hurt?” I shook my head, my mother hugged me and started to sob, and I hugged my mother back and let her cry on my shoulder.
My mother weakly stopped crying and I began to undo her nightgown for her, and in a few moments she was down to her panties. My mother held on to her panties, leaving me with no choice but to use violence. I stopped still and looked at her with begging eyes and said, “Mom, didn’t you promise me what I wanted?” My mother began to cry again, and I kept kissing her eyes and teardrops and caressing her slippery back.
Gradually my mother’s crying changed to intermittent sobbing, tense and tight body has also softened, I tried to take off her panties, my mother still won’t let go, I lowered my head, gently kissed the small hand that protects the dead hand of the panties, and then kissed my mother’s ear and said: “Mom, do you forgive me? I love you.” I did not expect my mother immediately embraced me, and cried, I can only continue to comfort her.
Gradually my mother in my arms quiet down, I went to take off my mother’s shorts, my mother just a symbolic stall me a bit, and then very cooperative to let me hold her to take off her panties. I put my mother flat on the bed, carefully admiring the young beauty of the mother’s entire flawless body: firm breasts more and more plump, coupled with a slim waist and flat belly, sexy hips, long legs, especially the mother’s gelatinous skin, so that when I touched my mother is simply a fine and incomparable work of art, I could not help but let out a sigh of admiration: “Mom, you’re so beautiful! I can’t help but exclaim: “Mom, you’re so beautiful!” Mother’s beautiful face through the delicate red, more and more charming.
I was finally about to explode. I spread my mother’s legs apart and pressed up against her body, my prick, which had already grown to 15, was eager to enter. My mother sighed softly, spread her legs even further and raised her hips, and my prick immediately found the right entrance. But my mother’s vagina was still so tight that I eagerly raised my lower body and pressed down hard against the vaginal opening, and the thick glans barely entered, and my mother let out a pained whimper.
“Be gentle, okay?” Mother begged me. I stopped to kiss my mother and kept asking her if she was in pain, she nodded but then clung to my waist, biting her lip and gesturing strongly for me to continue.
I pushed in with all my strength, and it all went in at once, and my mother’s eyes widened, her eyebrows tightly frowned, her slender neck showed tendons, and a muffled grunt came from her throat, and tears came out of her eyes. I do not dare to jerk, tenderly and mother kiss, mother silently and my tongue intertwined. I couldn’t hold back and began to twitch, my mother sucked my mouth in a death grip and hugged my neck tightly again, in a desperate attempt to endure the pain.
The pleasure in my lower body made me uncontrollably increase my strength and rhythm, but my mother’s cunt was too small and still dry, she finally couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. I couldn’t care less, I vented my long suppressed resentment desperately, my mother shook her head in pain and tried to push me off her, I held her waist, with each stroke my prick almost detached and all but disappeared, the extreme pleasure and my mother’s pain made me almost unable to hold on.
After holding on for more than 20 minutes, I felt that I was going to explode, and I hugged my mother’s body hard and pressed tightly on her, and she probably sensed that I was going to ejaculate, and she also desperately raised her hips. As I concentrated my whole body’s energy in my stroke, my mother’s pain reached its extreme, and when I finally pressed down on her body in exhaustion, she was unable to moan.
I kissed my mother tenderly and gratefully, and she responded positively, once again arousing my virility, and once again it rained and rained and rained, and it lasted for almost an hour. My mother was no longer able to cooperate with me, and let me enjoy her charming flesh to the fullest, I finally embraced my mother, and went to sleep contentedly.
The next day, I woke up early in the morning, I was tossed nearly a night of my mother’s physical strength is obviously not as good as me, still in a deep sleep, vaguely visible tearstains on the face with the beautiful face, like that “rain after pear”. I lovingly kissed, do not dare to disturb her, alone to get up, the spirit of a hundred times, but suddenly felt hungry, they went out to buy breakfast.
When I returned home, Iren had already disappeared, my mother rushed to work, I was disappointed. Father came over to visit, see my listlessness, they asked me to get better, I was inspired, I asked my mother to come over to take care of me, my father quickly agreed. I didn’t dare to reveal my inner ecstasy, and went back to my bedroom to rest as if for a show, and my father left in due course.
When my mother came back from work and talked to me as if we were negotiating, I asked her to stay with me, but she said, “No.”
“Didn’t you promise me?”
My mother said, “I was only trying to encourage you, and I have fulfilled my promise, so you should be satisfied.”
I begged my mother, who finally wept and begged me to leave her alone, and I roared in desperation and anger, “Would you rather endure my father’s rudeness than stay with me?”
My mother looked at me helplessly and begged me that she would stay as long as I stopped violating her, and I reluctantly agreed.
My mother moved in with me, but I was quick to give vent to my desires all the time. My mother’s constant resistance made it impossible for me to get my hands on her, but the excitement was even stronger, and my battles soon spread from the bed to the kitchen, the living room, the bathrooms…
I was immensely happy to spend an entire month in my mother’s company, making love a staggering hundreds of times. But my grandfather’s growing weakness forced me to let my mother go. From then on, for the remaining month or so, my mother did not come back. I also had to push down my desires and concentrate on my studies.
Before school started, I moved back home and realized that something big had happened at home that surprised me – my mother was pregnant!
The father has three generations of single heir, the policy can still have another child, and the father is proud of his miracle of breaking through the single heir; the grandfather, considering the father’s situation, has also been hoping that the mother will have another child, but instead, the mother reveals the realization that she does not want it, and the father and the grandfather resolutely disagree.
At night, I was doing my homework when my mother crept into my room and communicated with me with a pen; she asked me to find a way to persuade my father and grandfather to let her have an abortion. I didn’t understand, because I also wanted a brother or sister, and my mother seemed to have a difficult problem, but she was evasive and refused to say it outright, and failed to persuade me.
I reassured my mother that I would take good care of her, and she hugged me and began to cry, telling me that the child was my crystallization and that she was very afraid. I was stunned at first, but when I saw my mother’s helplessness, I had an idea, and I asked her, “Mom, will you give birth to a child for me? This is our child, no matter what, I will take care of him for the rest of his life.”
Mother finally stopped insisting on an abortion after my constant comfort and reassurance. My mother’s pregnancy temporarily converted my father, and my grandfather began to exercise for the unexpected little grandchild. We took care of mother in every possible way, and for the sake of the child’s fetus, grandfather and father went to the ancestral house to play their mahjong, with father returning only occasionally to visit.
My mother, who looked even more voluptuous and attractive due to her pregnancy, was difficult for me to hold on to, and she was somehow completely submissive to me, allowing me to violate her carefully. Perhaps this was also a treatment that my father did not enjoy, much to my amusement.
My father was disappointed when my mother’s belly grew bigger and bigger every day, and when she finally gave birth to a beautiful girl in October. But this girl immediately became the center of attraction for me and my grandfather and my mother, and my mother’s face was filled with happy motherly love, which was even more attractive.
I secretly shared my mother’s sweet milk with my sister and began to violate her again at the earliest safe date. My father’s impatience with my sister’s crying and frequent tantrums, and my grandfather’s smoking only allowed my sister to be transferred to the safety of my bedroom, where I gave my mother and my sister my bed and slept in my own marching bed, and often helped my hard-working mother take care of my sister in the middle of the night when she cried and screamed. Of course, my mother, who had become more and more beautiful and compelling after giving birth, did her best to reward me by voluntarily cooperating with me and giving me unprecedented sexual satisfaction.
Imagine my mother’s tenderness as I made love to her next to my beautiful sister with not only a lover’s charm, but an additional maternal tenderness. And my father’s needs were few and far between, only occasionally knocking on the door in the middle of the night to ask my mother to come over and keep her company, and then letting her back in when she was done, and again often thwarted by my deliberately letting my sister’s crying get in the way. Mother, too, found out my secret, but was grateful for it, and, in turn, turned out to repay me.
My love for my mother has increased and I have made a conscious effort to make her enjoy sex. Under my nourishment, my mother’s charms were at their peak. My mother and I often stayed in the most intimate contact when we looked happily together at our sleeping sister aside, and my mother began to close her eyes to enjoy my sex with her, and the chances of reaching orgasm increased, making me mistakenly think that we were a happy family of three.
When my sister was one year old, the happy days seemed to end when my grandfather’s passing forced me to move into his room. My father seemed to resume his rule and began to scold and abuse my mother again. But strong as I was, I could protect my mother, and my father’s outbursts caused my mother to often run to my room in the middle of the night with my sister in her arms for refuge, with bruises that made me love her, and my mother more aggressively flopped around with me for comfort.
My mother began to break with my father completely, and my father was driven back to the original house by the efforts of my mother and me. My father was also determined not to come to visit, which in turn completely indulged me.
I didn’t want my mother to get pregnant again, and I was stunned when she told me the result and told me that, in addition to my sister, she was also my daughter, and that this time it was me who had sown the seed, but on reflection, it was a natural result, because I knew that my father hadn’t visited my mother for more than half a year, let alone had sex.
I accompanied my mother to a clandestine abortion, she was sterilized, and we began to live happily ever after. It was only after I met my beloved wife that my mother took the initiative to distance herself from me and our relationship began to return to normal.