Mother is a landlady chapter I have never seen my mother, my mother in my memory is a blank, although such a blank did not affect my growth into a stout man, but more or less regret. When I was very young, I once asked my father about my mother, my father said that my mother was dead, and that was all he had to say about my mother, and every subsequent answer was just a repetition of that statement. However, his words did not dispel my curiosity about my mother, no matter how determined she was to leave us, could not stop me from thinking about her, I was born after all! For more than a decade, I had been picturing my mother in my imagination, imagining her to be equally paranoid as I was, yet different in many ways. As I grew up, my mother’s image became clearer and clearer in my mind, so much so that I now often ask myself, inexplicably, whether my mother exists in my memory or in my imagination. Or I actually have doubts about the fact that my mother is dead. This is irredeemable!
My impression of my mother, a mature young woman in her thirties, plump figure shining, fair and dignified face tenderness, but also contains a lonely and graceful temperament, easily reminiscent of the autumn green tree ripe golden Sydney.
I finally met her one day, when there was a meeting to criticize her, and I heard shouts to bring up the landlady Jia Meirong, and heard someone cursing loudly, “Stinking whore, look at you, aren’t you beautiful?” And I was obviously too late. The criticism meeting had already begun, the sound of green waves and tweeter screams rising and falling, a cluster of small mushrooms thrive to stand up from the forest for a long time. My heart was compelled by the noise, but I was blocked from seeing anything beyond this green barrier. I was anxious and terrified, thinking, I can’t lag behind at this time, as Chairman Mao’s Red Guards, how can I do without a little revolutionary activism. I tried hard to squeeze forward, sideways, stretching my neck, my face red. Finally I was able to squeeze in. The criticism at the meeting place was reaching its climax. On a raised platform temporarily built with wooden planks, a powerful young man in a straight uniform waved his arms and shouted, “Whoever criticizes this landlady will be today’s hero.” “Let his son criticize her!” A man shouted. “She abandoned her proletarian husband and son to become a landlady, let his son criticize her.” At this many people looked at me. I patted the dirt on my body and stood up timidly, looking at the momentarily quiet meeting place, not knowing what to do. I wanted to retreat back into the crowd, and the mighty youth had already spotted me, pointing at me and shouting, “That’s you, you come up here. I had to walk up to the platform. The mighty youth took my hand and said, “You have to draw the line, you are very brave, please tell loudly whether you hate your mother or not.” Then he held the red microphone out. I felt my legs shaking, never having been in such a big meeting, let alone standing at the podium. I squeezed my palms and remembered a clip from a movie saying, “Comrades! I’m from the second middle school, Ye Yong. I hate this landlady, she’s not my mom, I want to fuck her! “I heard applause from the northeast corner, that would be the students from the second middle school! Then the whole place burst into applause. The mighty youth waved his hand, comrades! Revolution is not a treat, it is bloodshed and sacrifice, the defense of our great leader Chairman Mao, is in need of millions like Ye Yong such a firm stance, the courage to charge the good soldiers, Ye Yong is the little hero of our red terminus. Finished, the right hand hard to swing out, the stage immediately resounded like a mountain of applause and cheers: learn from the little heroes, down with feudalism and cultivation! Big fuck the landlady! I was thrilled and energized by this scene, and also stretched out my arms to join in. At this time, I fiercely heard a broken voice: “Ye Yong, do it! “
I froze for a second, how do you do it? I looked at this strange woman who was bound, was she really my mom? Mighty youth patted my shoulder and said, test your time has come, go up and strip her clothes, let everyone see the nature of this stinking woman. The woman in front of me with her hands clipped behind her back, kneeling on the stage, her disheveled hair piled straight up to her face, so I couldn’t see her face, I thought to myself, “Could it be that she is my mother? I circled around her twice, rubbing my hands together, not knowing what to do, a little embarrassed, and at the same time a little scared, something I had never done before. At this time, the green forest roared Ye Yong, don t be soft, Ye Yong …… Mighty Youth reminded me, have you not eaten your mother s milk? I said that she ran away as soon as I was born, but I want to say that this is not the same as the current situation, my mother is sacred in my heart, in addition to Chairman Mao There is no one else in the world can be compared to, and in front of her is the object of criticism, is the enemy, how can be compared to it? How can we compare her to the enemy? The mighty young man actually had no position like this. I am a little proud of this, I feel that I am even more aware than the uniformed young man! But since people have ordered me, I should obey.
I squatted down and carefully unbuttoned the woman’s blouse one by one, then backed the garment up to her wrists, like performing a sacred ritual. I do not know why I would be so careful, as if doing a noble thing, yes, to have the opportunity to do a thing for the organization for Chairman Mao, is very honorable, but this careful itself does not also mean that the enemy’s respect it, this is simply to make a mistake of position. So violently and roughly pulled up the woman’s undershirt, and because of the excessive force, unexpectedly tore down the front flap at once. Then I saw the woman’s two breasts pop out at once, like two bull’s eyes protruding outward, looking straight at me. I reached out my hand to squeeze this strange bull’s eye, felt very comfortable, like suddenly found an old thing that had been lost for many years.
I couldn’t help but bring my mouth up, lick it with the tip of my tongue, and then suck hard. My throat was empty, there was no milk, which was the biggest difference from what I had thought in my childhood, but there seemed to be a scent that drew me in, a faintness that made me reluctant to let go of my lips. My head was a little dizzy, and I felt like I was being pulled by something, slipping downward, right into the darkness of the night, and then rising slowly upward again, toward the blinding white light. The green waves of the forest and the sound of the wind were in my ears, and I glided freely, not knowing where I was or what I was doing. Perhaps nothing mattered.
I was honored to be received by the Commander of the Red Terminal. The commander said, “We’ve studied the situation and decided to put you in charge of supervising and guarding that stinking woman Jia Meirong, can you fulfill your mission?”
“Yes!” I leaned in with both feet and gave an excited military salute.
My maternal grandfather was about a merchant, made a little money in the troubled times, not very rich, but did not want to go back to the countryside, married his aunt and bought this house to live in. And I don’t know how many years this house had existed before he came. You can imagine that my mother grew up slowly in this house, then my grandfather was arrested, nowhere to be found, then met my father, then my birth and my mother’s far away, my father and I live together in this house, until he got sick and died, from a young age, I like to imagine that my mother was carried around, swimming in her soft embrace, her breasts are firm and warm, pointed nipples are beautiful purple, my fingers used to be in my arms, and my mother’s breasts are very soft and warm. Her breasts were firm and warm, and her pointed nipples were a beautiful purple color, and my fingers used to play with them, and it was the first pleasure in my childhood memories. This pleasure lasted until I was fifteen, that is to say, until I was sixteen, when I did not enjoy the pleasures that other children had enjoyed for years. By then my fingers had grown long enough to grasp a woman’s entire breast effortlessly. Even though it was already a struggle for anyone to pick me up, I fantasized that she would still have to carry me around, and when she did I always had to reach out and grab her breasts in excitement, sometimes as if I was hurting her, and then a slight shudder ran through her body, and a faint blush appeared on her face. That’s when she finally let me grab her breasts, even though it was in a place like that!
In October 1966, when I was sixteen years old, the school decided to allow me to graduate a year early because I had accepted the important task of guarding Jia Meirong at the Red Terminus. At the age of sixteen, the fact that I was allowed to graduate early because I had accepted a great political mission gave me a great honor; more importantly, I could never go to school again, thus becoming a Red Guard in the true sense of the word. When I came out of school, I threw my schoolbag high into the sky and ran across the street, not even bothering to return home, all the way to my house. I saw my mom, Jia Meirong, who was my prisoner at the moment. At the moment, my mom was sitting on a chair with her hands tied behind her back, staring angrily. She rushed at me who could not catch her breath and said: you rascal, I can’t wait to eat you. I yelled in a loud voice: No nonsense, the revolution is not a treat! I was pleased with myself for the way I was now learning and felt that I already had the qualities of a revolutionary. But what to do next? I stood there thinking for half a day, then suddenly had an idea and ran out with my hands held high in excitement.
All afternoon, I was very busy. Find a large roll of large-character posters to paste all the walls of the two rooms, directly opposite my mother’s wall in the center of a portrait of Chairman Mao, underneath a line of my own hand-written in large, crooked letters: “Watch out for Jia Meirong, defend Chairman Mao.” By the time all this was done, it was already dark, I stood in the corner admiring my masterpiece, suddenly felt hungry, he thought, revolutionaries also still need to eat, people are iron and rice is steel? He walked out of the house and looked back at Jia Meirong uneasily.
And my mom was looking at me with a smile on her face.
The night came. On that night I was finished. Sooner or later I would fall by my own hand.
It’s midnight again. Darkness is the garment of sin.
I lay in bed. Courage brewing. I hugged the pillow tightly. As if wrapping my arms around her petite waist. And until fantasies unfolded like dark clouds in my mind. I no longer hesitated. I stepped forward and grabbed the placket of her cheongsam and ripped it easily to one side, opening her hands cuffed in front of her body and incidentally twisting her arms back behind her body. Then I pressed her down to her knees on the floor in front of the chair and kicked the cloth shoes off her feet. In a matter of seconds, all of her clothes, including her underwear, were ripped off her back and thrown into the corner of the room. I re-locked the cuffs on her wrists behind her back with a squeak. Turning to her, I crouched down in front of her and tied her ankles to each of the front legs of the chair with scrap wire, pulling off the white cloth socks she was still wearing. Using a folding knife, he slit what was left of her panties and drew the shredded cloth out from under her buttocks. Mom was horrified and cried out, “What are you doing, little beast?” I had an instant feeling of compassion; after all, she was my mother, even if she had wronged me and Chairman Mao again. So I gave her a cup of water with sleeping pills, and she finally fell asleep after a long day of exhaustion and shock! I carried her naked to the bed. Looking at the mother sleeping on the bed, the incest factor hidden deep in the blood was active again and my guts grew big at the same time……. Looking at her face sleeping peacefully, I sincerely thought that she was like a goddess……. And at this moment, I was about to use my own body…. I am about to use my own body, the life that was conceived in her womb eighteen years ago, to possess and violate her……
After taking off all the clothes on my body, I squatted at the head of my mother’s bed and gently stroked her messy hair, looking at her lightly closed eyes and small lips, I couldn’t help but lean my mouth over ……
(Kissed …… I kissed ……) I couldn’t stop shouting wildly in my heart.
My mother’s soft lips gave me an unprecedented impact …… I was like a greedy bee picking constantly sucking on my mother’s lips …… As I sucked, I smelled the light fragrance of yogurt coming from my mother’s mouth, and my tongue kept trying to pry open my mother’s tightly closed teeth, and this imminent The ease with which I could do whatever I wanted made me enjoy greater pleasure ……
Mother’s original tightly closed teeth, finally I gave the top open, my tongue through the white teeth in contact with the mother’s softer tongue, my mouth greedily attracted the mother’s mouth faint aroma, the two hands began to restlessly in the mother’s body to move ……
I naughty licked with my tongue, raised my head to look at my mom and found that she was still asleep so I was more courageous and put my mom’s whole nipple in my mouth and sucked on it …… Both hands were not idle and rubbed hard ……
Gradually, my mom’s nipples awakened and stood upright on the areola, sucking on my mom’s hardened nipples, I became even more excited and greedy, licking back and forth with the tip of my tongue continuously on the left and right sides, while on the other hand enjoying the gusts of waves coming from my mom’s breasts kneaded by my hands ……
At this point, I really have been excited to the extreme …… finally could not help but climbed onto mom’s bed, took off mom’s only socks, and my hands began to wander to mom’s firm and full pubic mound ……
Chapter II
The next day, I returned home with this dry, hard pie in my pocket. At the moment, my mother was still sitting in her chair with her hands clasped behind her back like an obedient schoolboy, except that her eyes were closed and her head was slightly tilted toward the side of the back of the chair, as if she were asleep. I approached her gently and circled her a few times, finding it interesting. It was easy to imagine the scene: in a room plastered with large red newspapers picking up the faint light, I stood by my mother’s side, scrutinizing her sleeping posture, the red paper against the dim light floated on my mother’s face, so that her frozen, tired smile became soft and beautiful. Perhaps in my short life of sixteen years I had never watched a woman’s sleeping posture at such a close distance, and now that it was just the two of us, with no one staring at me, I could come to appreciate my mother’s beauty with unquestioning concentration, without having to think about the status of a class enemy or worry that she would suddenly turn into a venomous viper siren and come to eat him. So I was stunned, I was amazed at the beauty of my mom’s sleepy weariness! Young me did not know, my surprise is well versed in the ancient books of a “pick the lamp to see the beauty of” a good thing, which for that era of no books to read my experience is undoubtedly a kind of luck. At this moment my heart has a kind of soft things gradually come out, my nose has become particularly sensitive, smelled a faint fragrance. The scent was so familiar that it made him remember everything that had happened last night, and I felt my face burning red now, and was heartily pleased with my feat of yesterday.
At that moment, mom suddenly woke up, she found me staring blankly at her breasts blushing, which reminded her of the humiliation she had suffered that day, it was me who had stripped her naked and exposed her to public view, she hated it so much, she wanted to spit on me and curse me, yet she did nothing. After all, I was her son. She hadn’t eaten a grain of rice in two days, perhaps because of her hunger, she eventually just smiled miserably, and let out a weak breath when my eyes met hers: I’m ashamed of you! Little beast! I jumped to the side with an electric shock, as if what I had just been thinking had been revealed to my mom. With a red face, I said, Jia Meirong, don’t insult the revolutionary youth.
Mom still smiled that same miserable smile, silent but like a thunderclap that couldn’t help but embolden me.
I was fond of such a smile, but I couldn’t say what the reason was, and I was afraid of such a smile, as if the back of the smile hid a piercing coldness that inexplicably chilled one’s body. In the days to come, even if I possessed my mother’s body, even if my mother’s hostility towards me had eased, she would from time to time show such a miserable smile, which gave birth to a kind of tremor in the bottom of my heart.
In order to hide the tremor and uneasiness of my heart, I took out the dry and hard cake from my bosom and shoved it to my mom’s mouth: eat it, if you are going to die, I can’t account for it. Mom hesitated slightly and took a hard bite, almost biting my hand. I jerked my hand back and watched the pie squirm hard in mom’s mouth with a grimace.
My work day is monotonous and boring, and centers on two issues: one is a problem of eating and the other is a problem of defecation.
The problem of food was a fundamental one and a better solution. I carried four bags of rice and white flour from the commune to my home, and then I changed a new lock on the front door with a Red Guard brand. By the time I was done with all this, I was sweating profusely and exhausted. Crossing my arms, I rushed to my mother and said: Jia Meirong, you have to recognize the situation, now it is the people who are in charge, and any conspiracy of yours will be self-defeating. From today onwards, you must cook for me. The people are invincible.
Nonetheless, I still don’t feel at ease enough. I found a few pieces of old wire and looped it around my neck and waist, freeing only my mother’s hands for work, and then strung the top and bottom loops together with a rope behind my back, tied it up, and tied the other end to my own waist.
I held my mom on a leash while she cooked, ate and went to the bathroom, and the rest of the time I tied her hands together, so it was foolproof. I was very proud of myself for that.
On this morning, I sat on my doorstep thinking about my revolutionary struggle and drifted into a vision. The bright sun shone brilliantly on my face.
I was dreaming and excited by the idea of carrying out the revolutionary struggle independently. I thought, “Wasn’t it through independently leading the Hunan peasants in the Autumn Harvest Uprising that Chairman Mao was able to establish the Jinggangshan base of Pao-Guei for our Party?
I struggle mother, maybe even from the mouth of this landlady to pull out any useful clues, then I can for the Red General Station to make a great merit. Then I thought, “What reward will the Commander give me if I get the credit? Maybe the commander would say, why don’t I reward you with Jia Meirong! It’s always been the rule to reward the spoils of war to the meritorious. What should I do? To take it or not to take it? Mom’s weary smile flashed in front of his eyes again, the two bull’s-eye-like breasts struggled to protrude outward and seemed to push against my belly, and I felt a Chen manic heat down there. I cursed in my heart, “Shit, a viper bites! Fuck it!
After lunch, I pulled my mom across from me and sat down, and said seriously, “Jia Meirong, it’s been a good time, hasn’t it? You should realize that this is the people’s preferential treatment of you, for which you should always have something to show!
Mom said indifferently, What’s there to say, I only blame myself for not strangling your little bastard in the first place!
I was scolded red in the face, jumped to my feet and scolded, Jia Meirong, do not insult the revolutionary youth! Going forward, I tore my mom’s coat away, and I don’t know where the strength came from, but the lapel of the place where the wire was circled was torn open.
So those two breasts of my mom’s were exposed again without fear, quivering with its disdain.
I said harshly, “Didn’t we say humiliate? We are going to humiliate you today. Think about how many good women have been trampled on in your family! Mom smiled miserably, but I don’t feel humiliated now, you are my son, your mother is waiting for your milk, why don’t you come here?
I was a little hesitant, my body squatted down, and gave myself the courage to say, I am going to kiss, the revolutionary masses are justified in revolting, and they are not afraid of anything, we not only want to eat your milk, but also want to drink your blood. Then a hold of mom’s breasts, came up to the mouth and sucked. I looked up from time to time to look at mom proudly, but mom was indifferent. I was having a great time, kissing this and squeezing that, and finding it very exciting. This was something I hadn’t done before. When I was a child, I was breastfed by a godmother who never gave me the chance to do this; it was okay to eat milk, but not to knead it for a long time like this; she would look at me angrily and smack my hand away, leaving me to cry and cry in shock. I found that my mother’s breasts and my godmother’s breasts are different, my mother’s breasts are full and delicate, heavy, while my godmother’s breasts are rough and shriveled, as yellow as her face, which may be the most essential difference between a poor peasant and a capitalist lady. If I were to choose which one is better, I would definitely choose my mother’s, and then I felt that I had made a mistake in my position, the enemy’s things are still sugar-coated bombs, I would rather have the grass of socialism than the seedling of a capitalist, not to mention that my mother’s breasts can’t suck out the milk now, they are for the bourgeoisie to see, and the dry mother’s breasts are for the raising of her children, so it’s better to be a dry mother. I looked up at mom again, trying to see pain and embarrassment on her face. Yet there was none, mom was still smiling miserably, not even frowning. Suddenly feeling aggrieved, as if I had been teased, I lowered my head and bit down hard on my breast. Mom’s scream pierced through the house, and I finally saw her expression twisted and miserable from the pain.
At night, how can I not sleep, I listened to the next door, but the mother did not have a little movement, seems to sleep very well. I have a little regret about what happened during the day, so beautiful breasts, but I bit a scar, it is really a regrettable thing. I remembered that the blood was staining the breasts red, and at that moment I was vaguely uneasy. Then he blamed himself and said, “Is it because she is beautiful that she sympathizes with the class enemy? Maybe she was playing a bitter trick?
Such emotions are the worst thing you can do. I tried to close my eyes, but I still couldn’t sleep, my mind was in turmoil and I couldn’t make sense of it. Eventually I decided to go to the house and check it out.
I gently came to my mom’s bed, I could hear her even breathing, luckily, she was not woken up. I gently lifted the covers and looked at her in the pale moonlight. The iron rings around mom’s neck and waist were still there, her front was open, her breasts protruded, her hands were flat on the sides of her body, still maintaining her daytime appearance. If in the past, I would have tied her arms and whole body together at bedtime, but today, because of the bites on her breasts, I couldn’t be bothered to do anything more, so I just tied the irons and tied the other end of the rope to the bed. Now, I noticed that the breast that was bitten was covered with a piece of cloth, and after a moment’s hesitation, I gently lifted it. The wound surrounded by four teeth marks resembled a red moon embedded in the towering white breast, and the wound was still oozing blood, like tears from a red moon. I Wei long time to look at, the whole body can not help but gently trembling. Inside there is a complex emotion slowly rise up, covered me! In the end, I still climbed on the mother’s body, did what I should do!
Chapter III
I have been thinking about my mother’s breasts, I have touched them many times so far, and each time I had a different experience and feeling, bulging with desire, making me feel new and exciting. The first time at the critique session I should say that I only touched it, and that had been extraordinary, a scent of flowers emanating from my mom’s body vibrating in my memory for a long time, creating the same kind of vertigo in me every time I thought about it. The second time was a level further, mind you I kissed it with my lips, sucked on it greedily, indulgently, and in doing so enraged Mom. I thought it was great too, firstly, the revolutionary struggle had achieved something and dealt a blow to the enemy’s arrogance, and secondly, I was finally able to kiss my mother’s breast openly and without fear, realizing one of my dreams. I guess this is the benefit of the revolutionary struggle! Like the Commander and the Vice-Commander, they had both close comrades and breasts to kiss. I understand that I am actually different from the Commander and them, Jia Meirong and I are not enemies but mother and son, but how can I say this, I think that its at least as good as having both intimacy and womanhood! This is still the same.
Thinking of this, my head began to float again, I think just kissing the breast is not enough, I want to expand the revolutionary war results. I thought, slut mom, even if you are a goblin and viper, revolutionaries are vast and righteous to defeat all the bulls and ghosts and snakes, it is a goblin I also want to subdue you, I must not wait for you to fall asleep at night to fuck you, I want you to look at me to fuck you, want you to fuck me! It’s a poisonous snake I’ll swallow you too.
After dinner, my mom said she needed to go to the bathroom, and I swung my hand around and said decisively, go! Outside the house is already very dark, I walk in front, back hands, leisurely stride, behind leading the iron ring bound mom. We walked a short distance to the south of the house, where there was an improvised toilet hole.
Surrounded on all sides by a one-meter-high mud and stone wall, leaving a small narrow door, which was a squatting position framed by two stones, with a deep pit of the same size as the toilet underneath. I watched my mom walk in and find the squatting space with her feet, remove her pants, revealing a white naked body, and then squat down. I thought that must be her ass without a doubt.
To get a closer look, I went to the door, but I still couldn’t see clearly, so I said, “Jamie, come pee with me!”
Mom hesitated for a moment, or walked to my side squatting down, only to see a stream of golden yellow water from under the mother shot out, dripping miles and miles of impact on the ground, converging into a small pool of water, and then along the mother’s legs between the slowly towards the place where I stood over, on top of which there are still floating some foam. The water under my mom’s body finally slowly thinned out and started to fall down drop by drop. I thought my mom was about to get up, but after waiting for a while, I didn’t see her get up. Suddenly I heard a “pfft” sound, it turned out that mom let out a fart, only to see mom’s snow white ass hole in the middle of the groove of a dark hole is expanding and contracting, the white ass is trying to wrestle trying to squeeze out a piece of shit. I was so excited that I almost passed out, mom was red in the face and drank, what is there to see in a woman’s shit, get out! I said, I was afraid you’d kill yourself. I watched with a straight face and it thrilled me. My mom, who was as beautiful as a fairy, was actually going to defecate in front of me! I could already smell my mom farting, even though it was obviously a foul odor, and finally, a brown section slowly squeezed out of my mom’s asshole, and I could hear the “oh …… oh ……” sound coming out of my mom’s mouth. I could hear the sound of “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The poop that fell to the ground seemed to still be steaming, and I couldn’t restrain myself from rushing up to kiss my mom’s asshole, when she said, Give me some paper! As soon as I pulled her up, she had to put her pants back on without wiping her ass!
When I got home, I said, take off your pants, Jamie, I want to check your ass. Mom said, check my ass! There’s shit! I said, I just saw something hidden in there, I want to see if it’s intelligence about your collusion with foreign countries, take it off! Mom suddenly laughed, shit intelligence, don’t you want to see it, as you see is.
Mom pulled down her pants and let me touch them, only to find a blood soaked piece of toilet paper. I took it and waved it in front of mom’s eyes and said triumphantly, what is this? Mom only smiled faintly, this is menstrual blood. I said, “What menstrual blood is this? This is clearly a blood letter of your collusion with the enemy outside the country. I want to study it carefully and report it to the organization.
Mom laughed out loud, you go right ahead and report it, they’ll praise you. I said no laughing, wait for your death sentence, now I have to touch and see what else is there. Mom had to wait, a cold wind poured in through the door and she felt shivering, knowing it was already December. I said put your hands on the stool and your ass puckered up, you’re putting intelligence in your ass! Mom was all red trying to hide her face and that beautiful ass kept wiggling!
I crawled on my hands and knees behind my mom’s ass, and a fishy stench washed over my nose as I realized that my mom’s asshole was surprisingly covered in thick black hair. “Are you done looking?” Mom said to me. I ran my hand over mom’s asshole and an urge to kiss it came over me, “I’m going to check it out with my mouth.” I said seriously.
“Bend your body and lift your ass.”
“Don’t …… you little beast, shame on you ……”
Mom said this, but still hopelessly bent her hands not her own upper body and took a position with her ass raised.
Yet I was still focused on touching. She said impatiently, I know what you want to do, don’t shiver, take off your pants and come on! I said with a red face, you think I don’t dare, revolutionaries are fearless, afraid of you.
I then took off my clothes and stood in front of my mom. Maybe it was because of the cold, maybe it was because of the sudden fear in my heart, I hugged my shoulders with my hands, and then I saw my mom’s smile — a miserable smile, my mom’s smile made me feel more uncomfortable, shivering all over. I said angrily, “Don’t laugh. I pushed her down onto the bed and jumped on her. The sudden excitement of the cold bed made mom cower. I smiled triumphantly, how, you are afraid of it! So excitedly I stripped mom’s clothes off until I was left with two shiny wire loops, and when I was done, I froze for a moment, not knowing what to do. Fuck her again? So, bewildered, I grabbed both breasts and kneaded and kissed them. And after the kissing? I had no idea in my mind. I wondered what her reaction was.
But Mom had grabbed me, her thin fingers gripping me raw, and she grabbed me and rubbed me against her lower back, and I looked up at her helplessly in a mixture of pain and itch and desperation. Mom’s eyes were closed, her face indifferent. My head drooped helplessly and I curled my tongue greedily around the tip of her nipple. Mom’s face gradually turned red, and suddenly she murmured, It’s better this way, it’s your father’s anyway. Lifting herself up, mom actually took my prick into her mouth and licked it, a wave of pleasure hit her.
“Mom! ……”
I finally stopped calling her name’s. Mom seemed so excited to hear it, and licked my big cock with her tongue so nimbly that the muscles in my whole body contracted involuntarily. There was a warm little mouth sucking tightly on the meat stem, and the little tongue was still licking back and forth on the crown, I couldn’t believe that this was the truth, I imagined that my noble and beautiful mom was lying on top of me, sucking on my meat stick like a whore, and my meat stick had already risen to the extreme, big and hard.
Not having been through this kind of battle, I quickly threw in the towel, “Mom …… I …… can’t do it ……”
Mom listened to me and sped up even more, and in no time at all, a stream of hot cum shot out. Mom’s mouth didn’t leave, swallowing every drop of my cum. I stretched out helplessly. Reporting Mom’s body, I said, “Mom, you’re my good mom!”
“No, I’m not your mom, I’m a bitch, I’m a whore!” Mom was off to the side with her eyes filled with tears of aggravation and traces of my cum by the corners of her mouth.
The two rigid rings were still around her neck and waist! The naked body kept trembling!
“No, you’re my mom!” I sat up and took my mom in my arms, she pushed with her hands and sat in my arms anyway!
“Mommy, why did you leave me and Daddy?”
“Which man is not your father!” Mom calmed herself, ran a hand through her hair, and slowly told me about her past.
It turned out that mom originally grew up and the governor’s son childhood sweethearts, in mom eighteen years old when they were engaged to be married, on the night of the engagement they stole the forbidden fruit and had me, but two months later, the hometown was liberated, my own father escaped from the hometown, her family’s long-time worker four took the opportunity to rape her and forced her to marry him, a few months later I was born, mom waited for an opportunity to escape to the outside world, I did not expect that this year, a person to recognize her and captured her back.
“I thought I was going to die this time, I didn’t realize it would end up like this.” Mom cried out everything and I burst into tears.
“Ah, mom! My dear mother, you have suffered, your son is not human, kill me!” Impulsively, I took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen, knelt in front of the bed and handed it to Amma.
As soon as mom grabbed the kitchen knife and ran her hand up to her neck, I rushed up and held her hand tightly. Snatched the knife off.
“Don’t you pull me, boy, just let me die. I’ll have a face to live with then!”
Mom put one arm around me and grabbed my knife with all her might, and as I watched my ama get so worked up, my mind got hot and I impulsively said, “Okay, mom, let’s die together.”
“Boy, no!”
Ama see me to commit suicide, hastened to stop me, a kitchen knife snatched away and thrown to the side. Reportedly I cried bitterly, mother and son cried for a while, gradually stopped crying, then I realized that my mother and I are naked, mom obviously also found this problem, her cheeks scarlet, her body slightly trembling, with a hand to cover their private parts, but it makes her look even more sexy, I dropped my body, but my penis disobediently erect, pestle and mortar high in front of my mother.
I couldn’t help but stutter and ask, “What should I do, Mom?”
Mom was, after all, eighteen years older than me, and she hesitated and whispered, “Son, do you like Mommy?”
“Of course I like Mommy!”
“In that case, my son, there are so many truths in this world that are actually lies, like what happened to your father and me, and since people think we shouldn’t do what we do, the more we do it, the more we have to betray the world, because he betrayed us first!”
“Mom, did you say ……?” I looked at my mom quizzically.
“What a stupid son! You don’t even understand this meaning. Let me ask you, were you comfortable just now?” Mom asked slowly as she looked at me with a blushing face.
I instantly understood what my mom meant and went up and wrapped my mom’s thin waist and put my mouth on her ear, blowing on her breath as I said, “Mom, you’re so nice. I swear, I will make you very happy.
“Mom put her hand on my lower back and her voice trembled as she said, “Stealer, you know, I used to call you Stealer all the time, you’re the one mom stole from your dad. “I said; “Mom, can I call you Rong’er then?
You’re my good Rong’er! “[Talking so nice, why don’t you act on it? Mom said shyly.
I looked at my beautiful mom and knotted the steel ring off her body. Her legs were spread wide and she was filling with desire – a desire she had never felt before causing her pubic hairs to rise at first glance. And the slit was opening more and more liberally, and crystalline liquid was flowing out of it, and ah, that was a good place to be!
Her eyes were slightly closed, and her unquenchable desire made her beautiful. Yes, the most beautiful place I found was that part of her-it was so vivid, like spring was descending on the frozen, slate-crusted Gobi beach; and her taut legs; and even her reddened face looked ten times better than usual.
I ambushed in the mom that body curve clearly on the body, looking at the thin halo flushed red beautiful face, think tonight she is more charming and moving, two nipples with her panting micro-fibrillation is not already, charming eyes narrowed into a line, as if telling her sheepish love, sexy red lips slightly open, waiting for me to embrace the kiss. A naked body lying underneath me, but I am not in a hurry to get on the horse, my big cock and her lower body has a preliminary joint, mouth sealed her sexy red lips, the glans outside the small wave of pussy sloppy like swimming, in the mother’s labia minor rubbing all around, only to make the mother’s pussy wet moistened leaked a bunch of lewd water out of the hand is also rubbing on her plump breasts pressed and pinched.
Mom can’t help me with this torture, after all, she hasn’t touched a man in sixteen years, and the first few nights were done without her knowledge, so mom’s big fat ass took the initiative to swing and shake, wanting to stick my big cock into her vagina to stop the itching, but as soon as she did I retracted and kept my glans in the small labia gyrating and wandering position, and mom’s little mouth screamed, “ah! …… itchy…so itchy…stealer…you…damn …… faster…faster! …… put…big cock …… insert…insert into …… mom…the …… little wavy pussy…in …… to …… give …… to me …… comfortable …… little …… little wavy …… pussy …… so itchy… …”
Mom complained about my torture of her, pleading eyes pitifully begged me, at this time she waist swing, fat ass shake, showing the small wave hole of hunger and thirst, in my aphrodisiac action, she abandoned all the shame to use her hand to hold my big cock, begging me: “ah …… ah …… mom suffer …… can’t …… fast …… earlier… …Inserted into the …… small wavy pussy …… don’t …… torment …… mom now! …… little …… wave hole …… want …… to itch to death… …up ……”
I suddenly had a bad thought and asked my mom, “What do you want me to do, mom?”
“I …… want you to fuck me!”
“I’m a son, why do you use such ugly words, change the word!”
“Day me.”
“Change the word!”
“Get me.”
“Change the word!”
“Whole me.”
“Change again.”
“Fuck me!”
“Change!”
“Daylight me.”
“Change!”
“Mate with me.”
“Change!”
“Fuck me.”
“Change!”
“Get me killed!”
“Change!”
“Screw me!”
“Change!”
“Doing revolutionary work with you.”
“Yes, it’s about doing revolutionary work with me.” I finally found a balance between the revolution and mom, mom’s high-pitched cries of voice, in my ears sounded like fairy music floating like, my mouth in the plump nipples kissing, tickling her excitement, I kept in the two breast buds kissing the ripe red cherries, passionate stimulation again and again shocked her heart, mom at this time can not control her sanity, soon to be excited blasphemy, before I put her two pink legs on the shoulder, under her plump fat ass pad a pillow, so that her already full and fat hairy pussy is even more full and fat. Two pink legs on the shoulders, in her plump fat buttocks under a pillow, so that she has been full of fat hairy pussy is even more prominent, holding my big cock, dip some of her pussy out of the lewd water, the top of the hot labia, buttocks hard a push, “Zi!” With a loud bang, I fucked my big cock into my mom’s pussy four or five inches.
Unexpectedly, mom’s little mouth wailed, “Ouch …… stealer …… slow…slow down …… mom’s …… pussy …… hurts …… big cock …… too… …thicker …… etc. …… etc. mom …… of …… water …… lubricated …… up …… again …… inserted again… …”
Seeing my mom wail in pain, although my big cock was soothed by her little fat pussy, I didn’t dare to take the risk of destroying her by action, so I switched to a rotary grind and slowly twisted my hips, letting my big cock rotate in her pussy.
Mom was so aroused by my gentle movements that she moaned and wailed dreamily: ? “Ah! .Stealer… . oooh …… pro husband …… mom …… of… … .good son …… you …… use …… harder …… a little more …… It doesn’t matter …… ah …… right …… that’s… … . like this …… oh… .oh …… quickly grind …… grind… … . there …… is …… there …… good …… tickle …… Oh …… Wow …… Heavy …… Heavy one …… … .point …… ah …… ah ……”
With her instructions, I twisted my ass, pumping my big cock up and down from side to side, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, and mom also shook her big ass upward, letting her little fat pussy and my big cock more closely together, and her little mouth also lewdly screamed, “Ah …… harder! …… inserted …… pro husband …… husband …… raped to death… …Mom …… it …… I’m good …… so comfortable …… mom …… can’t hold back …… want …… to …… want to drain… …leak …… ah – long live the revolution – long live the son! “
I heard my mom’s shouts more excited, action faster and faster, deeper and deeper, only to dry her lewd water flowed out constantly, the pussy deep in the heart of the flower is also non-stop one and one fierce clamped my big turtle head, mom sweating, cherry lips slightly open, the delicate face presents the sexual desire to satisfy the pleasurable expression, lustful voice shouted: “ah…. …mom …… of …… good …… stealer …… you …… You’re so…awesome …… big cock …… again …… again soon to be …… die …… mom …… is …… ouch… …dear son …… little …… husband …… you …… really revolutionized …… mom …… of …… life up …… my… …water …… all …… flow …… flow dry …… how do you …… still …… not …… yet …… drain it …… little… …Kiss …… mom …… please …… quickly put the cum …… semen …… shoot into …… mom’s …… pussy… …Well …… little …… ingrate …… you again …… do it again! …… go …… mom …… will be you …… fucked to death… …of …… ohhhh ……”
My big cock was also up and hard and aching after a night of coiling up, so I finally thrust a few more times and fucked into the heart of my mom’s pussy, and her flower center sucked on my big cock like a baby feeding on milk, and then in a burst of euphoria, “Pfft! Pfft!” To the thick semen a leak like a shot into her uterus, ambush on her body, two people are trembling all over the tightly entwined hug, floating to the realm of fairy-like pleasure to go.
From then on, my mother and I focused all our energies on the revolutionary work that we implemented at night, and we were so fascinated by our revolutionary work that we worked tirelessly, night after night, that it seemed as if all the days were spent for the nights. While fuming I even drifted off into a trance thinking that this was the fruit of the revolution, I guess! What are revolutionaries for? Isn’t it to fight capitalism and criticize cultivation and run into communism? What else do people need when they have endless food and clothes? Isn’t it to have your favorite woman? And now I have no worries about food and clothing, but also have their favorite women, can do revolutionary work every day, is also considered to have entered the communist bar! It turns out that great goals can be this simple. I can’t help but be proud of myself.
My mom said softly beside me, “What are you smiling about” I looked at her and nodded happily, “I’m entering a communist society!”
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