Landlord Mom (Family Incest Adult Novel)

I have never seen my mother, and there is a blank in my memory about her. Although this blank did not affect my growth into a strong man, it is somewhat regrettable. When I was very young, I once asked my father about my mother. My father said that my mother was dead. This was the whole conclusion he made about my mother, and every subsequent answer was just a repetition of this conclusion. However, his words did not dispel my curiosity about my mother. No matter how determined she was to abandon us, it could not stop me from missing her. After all, I was her daughter!

For more than ten years, I have been portraying my mother in my imagination, imagining that she has the same paranoia as me, but also has many differences. As I grow up, the image of my mother becomes clearer and clearer in my mind, so much so that now I often ask myself inexplicably: does my mother exist in my memory or in my imagination? Or rather, I actually began to doubt the fact that my mother was dead. This is really hopeless!

My impression of my mother is that of a mature young woman in her thirties, with a voluptuous and radiant figure, a gentle expression on her fair and dignified face, and a sense of aloofness and grace, which easily reminds people of the ripe golden pears on the green trees in autumn.

Finally one day I met her. A criticism meeting was being held at that time. I heard people shouting to bring up the landlord's wife Jia Meirong. I also heard someone cursing loudly, "You stinky bitch, do you think you are beautiful?" And I was obviously late. The criticism meeting had already begun. Green waves of sound mixed with the screams of the loudspeakers rose and fell one after another. Clusters of small mushrooms grew taller and taller in the forest, lasting for a long time. My heart was bewitched, but I was blocked outside the green barrier and couldn't see anything. I was very anxious and frightened, thinking, I can't fall behind at this time. As Chairman Mao's Red Guard, how can I survive without any revolutionary enthusiasm? I tried to squeeze forward, leaning sideways, stretching my neck, my face flushed. I finally squeezed in. The criticism at the meeting was reaching its climax. On a temporary platform built with wooden boards, a mighty young man in a neat military uniform waved his arms and shouted: "Whoever comes to criticize this landlord's wife will be today's hero." "Let his son criticize her!" someone shouted, "She abandoned her proletarian husband and son to become a landlord's wife. Let his son criticize her. At this time, many people were looking at me. I patted the dirt off my body, stood up timidly, and looked at the meeting hall that suddenly became quiet, not knowing what to do. I wanted to retreat back into the crowd, but the mighty young man had already spotted me, pointing at me and shouting, "It's you, come up." I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk up to the platform. The mighty young man took my hand and said, "You have to draw a clear line. You are very brave. Please tell your mother loudly whether you are cruel or not. "Then he handed me the red microphone. I felt my legs shaking. I had never attended such a large meeting, let alone standing on the podium. I clenched my palms, remembered a scene from a movie and said, Comrades! I am Ye Yong from No. 2 Middle School. I hate this landlady. She is not my mother. I want to fuck her!" I heard applause from the northeast corner. It should be the classmates from No. 2 Middle School! Then the whole audience burst into applause. The mighty young man waved his hand, comrades! Revolution is not about treating people to a meal, it is about bloodshed and sacrifice. To defend our great leader Chairman Mao, we need thousands of good fighters like Ye Yong who are firm in their stance and brave enough to charge forward. Ye Yong is the little hero of our Red Station. After he finished speaking, he swung his right hand vigorously, and immediately there was a thunderous applause and cheers from the audience: Learn from the little hero, and overthrow feudalism, capitalism, and revisionism! Fuck the landlord’s wife! I was excited and inspired by this scene, and I stretched out my arms to join in. At this moment, I suddenly heard a loud shout: "Ye Yong, do it!"

I was stunned for a moment. How could I do it? I looked at the tied-up strange woman. Is she really my mother? The mighty young man patted my shoulder and said, "It's time to test you. Go up and strip her clothes off so that everyone can see the true nature of this stinky woman." The woman in front of me was kneeling on the stage with her hands tied behind her back. Her messy hair was piled on her face and I couldn't see her features clearly. I thought, could she be my mother? I circled around her twice, rubbing my hands, not knowing what to do. I felt a little embarrassed and a little scared at the same time. This was something I had never done before. At this time, the green forest roared: Ye Yong, don’t be soft-hearted, Ye Yong... The mighty young man reminded me, haven’t you ever drunk your mother’s milk? I said that she ran away as soon as I was born, but I want to say that this is different from the current situation. My mother is sacred in my heart. No one in the world can compare to her except Chairman Mao. But she in front of me is the object of criticism and the enemy. How can we be compared? The mighty young man actually has no stance at all. I was a little proud of this, and felt that I was more conscious than the mighty young man in the military uniform! But since someone has given the order, you should obey.

I squatted down and carefully unbuttoned the woman's shirt one by one, then pulled the shirt back to her wrists, like performing a sacred ritual. I don't know why I was so cautious, as if I was doing something noble. Yes, it was an honor to have the opportunity to do something for the organization and Chairman Mao, but did this caution itself also mean respect for the enemy? This was simply a wrong stance. So he suddenly and roughly pulled up the woman's vest, and because he used too much force, he actually tore the front off. Then, I saw the woman's two breasts suddenly pop out, protruding out like two bull eyes, staring at me blankly. I reached out and pinched this strange bull's eye and felt very comfortable, as if I had suddenly found an old item that had been lost for many years. I couldn't help but put my mouth close to it, licked it with the tip of my tongue, and then took a deep breath. My throat is empty, without milk, which is the biggest difference from my childhood memories. However, there seems to be a hint of fragrance attracting me, so faint that I don't want to let go of my lips. I felt a little dizzy, and I felt like I was being pulled by something, sliding down into the pitch-black night, and then slowly rising up towards the dazzling white light. With the green forest waves and the sound of wind in my ears, I was gliding freely, not knowing where I was or what I was doing. Maybe, nothing matters.

I had the honor of being received by the Commander of the Red Headquarters. The commander said, "We have studied it and decided to let you be responsible for supervising and guarding that stinky woman Jia Meirong. Can you complete the task?"

"Yes!" I leaned forward and saluted excitedly.

My maternal grandfather was probably a businessman. He made some money during the turbulent times. He was not very rich, but he did not want to go back to the countryside, so he married a concubine and bought this house to live in. And it was unknown how many years this house had existed before he came. It is conceivable that my mother grew up slowly in this house, then my grandfather was arrested and no news came out, then she met my father, then I was born and my mother left, my father and I lived in this house, until he fell ill and died. Since I was a child, I liked to imagine being held by my mother and swimming in her soft arms. Her breasts were firm and warm, and the pointed nipples were a beautiful purple. My fingers often played there, and it was the first pleasure in my childhood memories. This kind of fun lasted until I was fifteen, which means that before I was sixteen I did not enjoy the fun that other children had enjoyed for many years. By then my fingers had grown long enough to grasp a woman's entire breast effortlessly. Although it was very difficult for anyone to lift me up, I still imagined that she would hold me in her arms. When she held me, I would always reach out excitedly to grab her breasts. Sometimes, as if I had hurt her, her body would tremble slightly and a faint blush would appear on her face. At this time, I finally caught her breasts, even though it was in such a place!

In October 1966, when I was sixteen years old, I accepted the important task of guarding Jia Meirong at the Red Headquarters, and the school decided to allow me to graduate one year early. At the age of sixteen, I was allowed to graduate early because I accepted a great political task, which gave me supreme honor; more importantly, I no longer had to go to school and thus became a true Red Guard. After coming out of school, I threw my schoolbag high into the sky, then ran across the street, not even bothering to go home, and ran all the way to my house. When I saw my mother Jia Meirong, she was my prisoner at that moment. At this moment, my mother was sitting on a chair with her hands tied behind her back, glaring at me. She said to me breathlessly: You rascal, I wish I could eat you. I shouted loudly: Don't talk nonsense, revolution is not a dinner party! I was very satisfied with myself for learning and applying what I had learned, and felt that I had acquired the qualities of a revolutionary. But what to do next? I stood there thinking for a long time, and suddenly an idea came to me. I ran out excitedly with my hands raised high.

I was busy all afternoon. I found a large roll of big-character posters and pasted them all over the walls of the two rooms. In the center of the wall facing my mother, I pasted a portrait of Chairman Mao. Below it was a line of crooked characters I wrote myself: "Keep an eye on Jia Meirong, and protect Chairman Mao." When I finished all this, it was already very dark. I stood in the corner admiring my masterpiece and suddenly felt hungry. I thought, revolutionaries still need to eat. Are people made of iron and rice made of steel? He walked out of the house and looked back at Jia Meirong worriedly. My mother was looking at me with a smile on her face.

Night fell. That night was the end for me. Sooner or later, I would fall into my own hands.
It's midnight again. Darkness is the clothing of sin.

I lay in bed, gathering my courage. I hugged the pillow tightly, as if I was hugging her petite waist. When the fantasy unfolded in my mind like a dark cloud, I no longer hesitated.

I walked up to her, grabbed the front of her cheongsam and tore it open easily, unlocking her handcuffed hands and twisting her arms behind her back. Then he pushed her down to her knees on the floor in front of the chair and kicked off her cloth shoes. In the blink of an eye, all her clothes and underwear were torn off from behind and thrown into the corner of the room.

I handcuffed her wrists behind her back with a click. He moved to her front and squatted down, using scrap electric wire to tie her ankles to the two front legs of the chair, and then pulled off the white socks she was still wearing. He used a folding knife to cut through the only remaining panties on her body and pulled the scraps of cloth out from under her buttocks. My mother shouted in panic: "You little beast, what are you doing?" I suddenly felt compassion for her. After all, she is my mother, no matter how much she has wronged me and Chairman Mao. So I gave her a cup of water with sleeping pills in it. She was tired after a day and was frightened, so she finally fell asleep! I carried her naked to the bed. Looking at my mother sleeping soundly on the bed, the incestuous gene hidden deep in my blood became active again and my courage grew... Looking at her peacefully sleeping face, I sincerely thought that she was like a goddess... And at this moment, I was about to use my body, the life that was conceived in her womb sixteen years ago, to possess and violate her... After taking off all my clothes, I squatted at the head of my mother's bed and gently stroked her messy hair. Looking at her closed eyes and small lips, I couldn't help but put my mouth close to her... (I kissed her... I kissed her...) I kept shouting in my heart.

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At this moment, my mother suddenly woke up. She found me staring at her chest with a blushing face. This reminded her of the humiliation she suffered that day. It was me who stripped her clothes and exposed her in public. She was so angry that she wanted to spit at me and scold me, but she did nothing. After all, I made her son. She hadn't eaten a grain of rice for two days. Maybe because of hunger, she finally just smiled miserably, and when my eyes met hers, she let out a weak breath: I'm ashamed of you! Little bastard! I jumped to the side as if I had been electrocuted, as if his thoughts just now had been exposed by his mother. His face flushed as he said: Jia Meirong, you are not allowed to insult revolutionary youth. My mother still smiled that miserable smile, without any sound, but as powerful as thunder, which made me terrified. I like this kind of smile, but I can't explain why I am afraid of this kind of smile. It seems that there is a biting coldness behind the smile, which makes people feel cold all over inexplicably. In the days that followed, even though I possessed my mother's body and even though her hostility towards me had eased, she would often smile such a miserable smile, which would make my heart tremble.

In order to hide the shock and uneasiness in my heart, I took out the dry and hard biscuit from my arms and stuffed it into my mother's mouth: Eat it, you are going to die and I will not be able to explain it. My mother hesitated for a moment, then took a big bite, almost biting my hand. I pulled my hand back abruptly and saw the biscuit squirming with difficulty in my mother's mouth with a ferocious expression on her face.

My job is monotonous and boring every day, and the core is two issues: one is eating, and the other is excretion. Food is the fundamental problem and is relatively easy to solve. I carried four bags of rice and flour from the commune, transported them home, and then replaced the lock on the gate with a new Red Guard brand lock. When I finished all this, I was sweating and exhausted. With his hands on his hips, he said to his mother: Jia Meirong, you have to recognize the situation. Now the people are in charge. Any conspiracy of yours will be self-destructive. From today on, you have to cook for me. The people are invincible. Even so, I still don't feel reassured enough. He found some old wire and put it around his mother's neck and waist, leaving her hands free to work. He then used a rope to string the upper and lower circles together behind her back, tied them up, and tied the other end around his own waist. When my mother was cooking, eating and going to the toilet, I would hold her hand with a rope, and at other times I would tie her hands together, so that nothing would go wrong. I was quite proud of myself for this.

That morning, I sat at the door thinking about his revolutionary struggle and gradually fell into a dream. The bright sunshine shines on my face, flashing brilliant light.

I was dreaming and excited about the idea of ​​carrying out my own independent revolutionary struggle. I wonder, wasn't it through independently leading the Autumn Harvest Uprising of the Hunan peasants that Chairman Mao established the precious Jinggangshan base for our Party? If I fight with my mother, maybe I can get some useful clues out of this landlady's mouth, and then I will have done a great job for President Hong. Then I thought, if I performed meritorious service, what kind of reward would the commander give me? Maybe the commander would say, why not give Jia Meirong to you as a reward! It has always been a custom to reward the spoils of war to meritorious personnel. So what should I do? Do you want it or not? My mother's lazy smile flashed before his eyes again. Her two bull-eye-like breasts were trying to protrude outward, as if pressing against my lower abdomen. He felt a heat down there. I cursed in my heart: Damn, a poisonous snake is biting! Fuck it!

After lunch, I pulled my mother to sit opposite me and said seriously, Jia Meirong, you have been having a good time recently, right? You should understand that this is the people's preferential treatment to you, and you should at least express your gratitude for it!

My mother said indifferently, "What's there to say? I only blame myself for not strangling you to death, you little bastard!"

I was scolded so much that my face turned red. I jumped up and down and yelled, "Jia Meirong, don't insult the revolutionary youth!" I reached out and tore open my mother's coat. I don't know where I got the strength from, but I tore a hole in the collar where the wire was circled. So, my mother's two breasts were exposed again without fear, trembling slightly to express her disdain. I said harshly, isn't it humiliation? We are going to humiliate you again today. Just think about how many decent women have been trampled upon in your family! My mother smiled sadly, but I didn’t feel humiliated now. You are my son, and your mother is waiting for you to feed her. Why don’t you come over?

I was a little hesitant, so I squatted down and gave myself courage and said, "Yes, I want to kiss you. The revolutionary masses have the right to rebel and are not afraid of anything. We not only want to suck your milk, but also drink your blood." Then he grabbed his mother's breast and put his mouth close to it to suck. From time to time, I looked up and looked at my mother proudly, but she remained indifferent. I had a lot of fun, kissing this and pinching that, it was really exciting. This is something I have never experienced before. When I was a child, it was a godmother who fed me. She never gave him such an opportunity. He could breastfeed, but she would never allow him to be kneaded for a long time like this. She would glare at him and then knock my hand away, leaving me crying in fear. I found that my mother's breasts were different from my godmother's breasts. My mother's breasts were full, delicate and heavy, while my godmother's breasts were rough and shriveled, and as sallow as her face. This may be the most essential difference between the poor and lower-middle peasants and the capitalist lady. If I were asked to choose which one is better, I would definitely choose my mother's. But then I felt that I had made a wrong stance. No matter how good the enemy's things are, they are just sugar-coated bullets. I would rather have socialist grass than capitalist seedlings. Besides, my mother's breasts can't suck milk now. They are for the bourgeoisie to see. My godmother's breasts are for raising children, so my godmother's breasts are better. I looked up at Mom again, trying to read the pain and embarrassment on her face. But no, my mother still smiled sadly without frowning. I suddenly felt very wronged, as if I was being teased. He lowered his head and bit my breast hard. My mother's screams penetrated the house, and I finally saw her miserable expression twisted with pain.

At night, I couldn't fall asleep. I listened next door, but my mother didn't make any sound and seemed to be sleeping soundly. I feel a little regretful about what happened during the day. It is really a pity that such beautiful breasts were bitten and left a scar. I remember that the blood had stained my breasts red, and I felt vaguely uneasy at the time. Then he blamed himself, maybe it was because she was beautiful that I sympathized with the class enemy? Maybe she was acting out a self-torture tactic? This kind of emotion is the most undesirable. I tried hard to close my eyes, but I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was in a mess and I couldn't make sense of anything. Finally I decided to go to the house and take a look.

I tiptoed to my mother's bed and could hear her even breathing. Fortunately, she was not woken up. I gently lifted the quilt and looked at her in the faint moonlight. The iron rings around my mother's neck and waist were still there. Her front was open, her breasts protruding, and her hands were flat on both sides of her body, still maintaining the same appearance as during the day. Normally, I would have tied her arms and whole body together before sleeping. But today, because she bit her breast, I couldn't do anything else, so I just tied an iron ring and tied the other end of the rope to the bed. Now, I noticed that the bitten breast was covered with a piece of cloth. After hesitating for a moment, I gently lifted it up. The wound formed by four tooth marks was like a red moon embedded in the towering white breast. The wound was still oozing blood, like tears of the red moon. I stared at it for a long time, and my whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly. A complex emotion slowly rose up in my heart and enveloped me! In the end, I still climbed onto my mother's body and did what I was supposed to do!

I have been thinking about my mother's breasts. I have touched them many times so far, and each time I have a different experience and feeling, which swells my desire and makes me feel novel and exciting. The first time at the criticism meeting, I should say I just touched her, but it was already extraordinary. The fragrance of flowers emanating from my mother's body has been shaking me for a long time in my memory, and I feel the same dizziness every time I think of it. The second time was a step further, because I kissed it with my lips, sucked it greedily and indulgently, and used this to anger my mother. I think this is also very good. First of all, the revolutionary struggle has achieved results and hit the enemy's arrogance. Secondly, I can finally kiss my mother's breasts openly and fearlessly, realizing my dream. I think this is the benefit of revolutionary struggle! Like the commander and the deputy commander, they not only had close comrades, but also had breasts to kiss. I understand that the commander and I are actually different. Jia Meirong and I are not enemies but mother and son. But how should I put it? I think, at least I have achieved both family affection and being a woman! This point remains the same. Thinking of this, my head started to wander again. I felt that just kissing breasts was not enough, I wanted to expand the results of the revolution. I think, slutty mother, even if you are a demon or a poisonous snake, the revolutionaries are upright and will defeat all monsters and demons. Even if you are a demon, I will subdue you. I will definitely not wait until you fall asleep at night to fuck you. I want you to watch me fucking you, and I want you to fuck me! Even if you are a poisonous snake, I will swallow you.

After dinner, my mother said she wanted to go to the bathroom. I waved my hand and said decisively, let’s go! It was already very dark outside. I walked in front, with my hands behind my back, taking leisurely steps, and my mother, who was tied up with an iron ring, was behind me. We walked to a place not far to the south of the house, where there was a simple toilet. It is surrounded by mud and stone walls more than one meter high on all sides, leaving a narrow door. Inside is a squatting toilet supported by two stone slabs, and underneath is a deep pit as big as a toilet. I watched my mother walk in, use her feet to find the squatting position, take off her pants, revealing a piece of her white body, and then squat down. I think it must be her butt.

In order to see more clearly, I walked to the door, but still couldn't see clearly, so I said: Jia Meirong, come to my place to pee. Mom hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and squatted beside me. I saw a stream of golden water shooting out from under her body, dripping onto the ground, forming a small pond, and then flowing slowly between her legs towards where I was standing, with some foam floating on it. The water flow under my mother's body finally gradually became thinner and began to fall down drop by drop. At this time, that white butt was trying hard to squeeze out a piece of shit. I thought my mother was about to get up, but after waiting for a while, she didn't stand up. Suddenly I heard a "puff" sound. It turned out that my mother farted. I saw a dark hole in the middle of her snow-white butt crack that was expanding and contracting. I was so excited that I almost fainted. My mother's face flushed and she shouted, "What's so good about a woman pooping? Get out!" I said, I was afraid that you would commit suicide. I watched it with a clear conscience and it thrilled me. My mother, who is as beautiful as a fairy, is about to poop in front of me! I could already smell the smell of my mother's fart, although it was obviously a stinky smell. Finally, a brown object slowly squeezed out of my mother's anus, and I heard a sound of 'oh...oh...' from my mother's mouth. The brown feces became longer and longer outside my mother's body with a graceful arc, and finally it broke into two pieces in the air. I was completely intoxicated by the increasingly strong smell. The piece of feces that fell on the ground seemed to still be steaming. I couldn't help but want to rush up and kiss my mother's asshole. My mother said: Give me some paper! I pulled her up, and she had to put on her pants without wiping her butt!

When I got home, I said, take off your pants, Jia Meirong, I want to check your butt. Mom said, check your ass! There's shit! Dawei said, I just saw something hidden in there, I want to see if it's information about your collusion with foreign forces, take it off quickly! My mother suddenly smiled and said, "What a bullshit information. If you want to see it, just go ahead and see it." My mother took off her pants and let me touch her, but I only felt a piece of blood-soaked toilet paper. I waved it in front of my mother and said proudly, what is this? My mother just smiled faintly and said, this is menstrual blood. I say, what do you mean by menstrual blood or not? This is clearly a blood letter of your collusion with foreign enemies. I will study it carefully and report to the organization. Mom laughed and said, "Just go and report it. They will praise you." I told you not to laugh and wait for the death penalty. Now I want to touch it and see if there is anything else. Mom had no choice but to wait. A cold wind blew in through the crack in the door and she felt shivering. Remember, it was already December. I said put your hands on the stool, stick your butt up, you put the information in your asshole! Mom's face was red and she tried to hide it, and her beautiful butt kept twisting!

I knelt down and crawled behind my mother's butt. A fishy smell rushed into my nose, and I found that my mother's anus was covered with thick black hair. "Have you finished reading it?" Mom said to me. I touched my mother's asshole with my hand, and an urge to kiss her asshole came to my mind. "I want to check it with my mouth." I said seriously.

' Lower your body and raise your buttocks. "Don't..., you little beast, I'm so embarrassed..." Mom said this, but she had no choice but to bend her upper body with her hands down and raise her buttocks.

Yet I was still touching it intently. She said impatiently, I know what you want to do, stop trembling and take off your pants! I blushed and said, do you think I don’t dare? Revolutionaries are fearless and I am not afraid of you.

So I took off my clothes and stood in front of my mother. Maybe it was because of the cold weather, or maybe it was because I suddenly felt a little timid in my heart. I hugged my shoulders with both hands, and then I saw my mother's smile - a miserable smile. My mother's smile made me feel even more uncomfortable, and I trembled all over. I said angrily, stop laughing. He pushed her onto the bed and pounced on her. The sudden stimulation of the cold bed made Mom shiver. I smiled triumphantly. What? Are you scared? So I excitedly stripped off my mother's clothes until only two shiny black wire rings were left. After doing all this, I was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do. Fuck her again? So, I grabbed her breasts in a daze, kneading and kissing them. What happens after the kiss? I have no idea. I don't know how she reacted. But my mother had already grabbed me, and her slender fingers scratched me so hard that it hurt. She grabbed me and rubbed me against her lower body. I felt pain, itchiness, and despair, and looked up at her helplessly. Mom closed her eyes, her face expressionless. My head drooped helplessly, and I greedily rolled her nipples with my tongue. My mother's face gradually turned red, and suddenly she murmured: It's better this way, they are your father and son anyway. Raising her body, my mother actually put my penis in her mouth and began to lick it, and a wave of pleasure hit my heart.

'mom! ┅┅'I finally stopped calling her name. After hearing this, my mother seemed very excited. She licked my big cock with her nimble tongue, and all the muscles in my body contracted unconsciously. There was a warm little mouth sucking on the penis, and the little tongue was licking back and forth on the glans. I couldn't believe this was true. The noble and beautiful mother in my imagination was actually lying on top of me, sucking my penis like a prostitute. My penis had swelled to the extreme, and it was big and hard. I had never been through anything like this before, so I quickly gave up and said, "Mom... I... can't take it anymore..."

After listening to me, my mother moved faster and soon a stream of hot semen shot out. Mom's mouth didn't leave my mouth, and she swallowed all my semen without leaving a drop. I lay down helplessly, looking at my mother's body and said:

[Mom, you are my good mother!]
[No, I'm not your mother, I'm a bitch, I'm a whore!]

My mother's eyes were filled with tears of grievance, and there were traces of my semen on the corners of her mouth. The two steel rings were still on her neck and waist! Her naked body was shaking constantly!

[No, you are my mother!]
I sat up and held my mother in my arms. My mother pushed me away with her hands, but she still sat in my arms!
[Mom, why did you leave me and Dad?]

{Who is not your father!] Mom calmed herself down, combed her hair with her hands, and slowly told me about her past.

It turned out that my mother had been childhood sweethearts with the county magistrate’s son. They got engaged when she was 18 years old. On the night of the engagement, they ate the forbidden fruit and had me. But two months later, my hometown was liberated and my biological father fled. Her long-term worker Si took the opportunity to rape her and forced her to marry him. A few months later, I was born. My mother waited for an opportunity to escape to another place. Unexpectedly, this year someone recognized her and caught her back.

[I thought I was doomed this time, but I didn’t expect the result to be like this.]
My mother cried and told me everything, and I burst into tears.
[Ah, mother! My dear mother, you have suffered, your son is not a human being, please kill me!]

I impulsively took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen, knelt down in front of the bed and handed it to my mother.
My mother picked up the kitchen knife and touched her neck with her hand. I rushed over and held her hand tightly. He snatched the knife away.

[Don't pull me, kid, just let me die. I still have the face to see people!]
My mother hugged me with one hand and tried to grab my knife. Seeing how excited she was, I got excited and said impulsively, "Okay, Mom, let's die together."
'Child, don't! 'When my mother saw that I was going to commit suicide, she quickly stopped me, took away the kitchen knife and threw it aside. She hugged me and started crying. The mother and son cried for a while, and then gradually stopped crying. At this time, I realized that my mother and I were both naked. My mother obviously also found this problem. Her cheeks were flushed, her body was trembling slightly, and she covered her private parts with her hands, but this made her look more sexy. I turned around, but my penis was erected disobediently, and it was like an iron pestle and stood up high in front of my mother.

I couldn't help but stutter and asked: "Mom, what should I do?" After all, my mother is eighteen years older than me. She hesitated for a moment and said softly:
{Child, do you like your mother?]
[Of course I like my mother!]

[If that’s the case, child, there are many truths in this world that are actually lies, like the matter between me and your father. Since people think we shouldn’t do something, the more we want to do it, we are betraying this world because it was the one who betrayed us first!]

[Mom, what are you talking about..?] I looked at my mother in confusion.
[What a stupid son! You don't even understand what this means. I ask you, did you feel comfortable just now?] Mom looked at me with a blushing face and asked slowly.

I immediately understood what my mother meant. I went up to her, put my arms around her slender waist, put my mouth next to her ear, blew air into her ears and said to her, "Mom, you are so kind." I swear, I will make you happy.]

Mom put her hands on my lower body,
With a trembling voice he said:
[Thief, you know, I used to call you a thief, you were stolen from your father by your mother.]
I said, "Mom, can I call you Rong'er?"

You are my good Ronger! " [You sound so nice, why don't you take action?] Mom said shyly. I looked at my beautiful mother and took off the steel ring on her body. Her legs were spread apart, full of desire... Her unprecedented desire made her pubic hair stand up. And that slit was opening more and more wantonly, and crystal liquid was flowing out of it. Ah, that was really a good place!

She slightly closed her eyes, her uncontrollable desire making her beautiful. Yes, I found the most beautiful part of her was that part - it was so vivid, like spring coming to the frozen, hardened Gobi Desert; and her taut legs; even her flushed face was ten times prettier than usual.

I lay on my mother's curvaceous body, looking at her beautiful face with a slight blush, and felt that she was even more beautiful and charming tonight. Her two nipples trembled slightly with her panting, her eyes narrowed into a line, as if telling of her endless love, and her sexy red lips were slightly open, waiting for my kiss. The naked body was lying under me, but I was calm and not in a hurry to get on. My big cock had already made preliminary connection with her lower body. My mouth sealed her sexy red lips, and the glans moved around the little hole like a dragonfly skimming the water, rubbing all over my mother's labia, making her little hole wet and leaking a lot of love juice. My hands were also rubbing and kneading her plump breasts.

Mom couldn't stand my torture. After all, she hadn't touched a man for sixteen years. I did it without her knowing in the past few nights. So Mom's big fat ass swayed and thrusted actively, trying to insert my big cock into her vagina to relieve the itch, but I shrank as she thrusted, keeping the glans swirling and wandering in the labia minora. Mom shouted in her little mouth: "Ah... itchy... so itchy... thief... you... damn you... hurry... hurry up... put... your big cock... into... mom's... little slut hole... give... give... me... comfort... my... little slut hole... it's so itchy..."

Mom complained about my torture of her, begging me pitifully with her pleading eyes. At this time, her waist was swinging and her fat buttocks were shaking, revealing the hunger of her little pussy. Under my aphrodisiac actions, she abandoned all shame and used her hand to hold my big cock, begging me, "Ah...ah...Mom can't stand it...hurry...put it into my little pussy sooner...don't...torture...Mom...my little...cunt...is...itching...to death..."

I suddenly thought of a bad idea and asked my mother: "Mom, what do you want me to do?" I... want you to fuck me! ”

"I'm your son. Why are you using such harsh words? Change the word!"

"Fuck me."

"Change your word!"

"Get me."

"Change your word!"

"Punch me."

"Change again."

"Fuck me!"

"Change!"

"Fuck me."

"Change!"

"Mate with me."

"Change!"

"Have sex with me."

"Change!"

"Kill me!"

"Change!"

"Kill me!"

"Change!"

"Do revolutionary work with you."

"Yes, that is to do revolutionary work with me." I finally found a balance between the revolution and my mother. My mother's high-pitched and delicate voice sounded like heavenly music in my ears. My mouth kissed her plump nipples, which made her very excited. I kept kissing the ripe red cherries on the two nipple buds. The passionate stimulation shook her heart again and again. At this time, my mother could no longer control her reason and was about to masturbate excitedly. I put her two pink legs on my shoulders and put a pillow under her plump buttocks to make her already plump and hairy pussy even more prominent. I held my big cock, dipped some of the love juice flowing out of her pussy, pressed against the hot labia, and thrust my butt hard. With a "swish!", I pushed my big cock into mother's pussy four or five inches.

Unexpectedly, my mother cried out in pain, "Oh, my thief...slow...slow down...my...cunt...hurts...your big cock...is too...thick...wait...wait...wait...for my...water...to lubricate...then...fuck...again..."

Seeing my mother screaming in pain, although my big cock was feeling extremely comfortable being clamped by her little fat pussy, I did not dare to act rashly to torture her, so I changed to using the method of rotation, slowly twisting my ass and letting the big cock rotate in her little pussy.

My mother was aroused by my gentle movements. She moaned and shouted in a dream, "Ah! My thief, oh, my dear husband, my mother's, my good son, you, use more force a little bit, it's okay, ah, that's right, just like this, oh, oh, grind faster, grind there, that is, there, it's so itchy, oh, oh, harder, harder, ah, ah, ah."

Following her instructions, I twisted my hips, pumping my big cock left and right, up and down, sometimes gently, sometimes hard. Mom also shook her big hips upward, making her little fat pussy fit more tightly with my big cock, and she called out lewdly, "Ah... harder... fuck... your dear husband... rape... mom to death... I feel so... so comfortable... Mom... can't... help... I'm... gonna cum... I'm cumming... Ah - long live the revolution - long live my son"

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After a night of fierce battle, my big cock was hard and painful. I finally inserted it a few more times and penetrated my mother's little pussy. Her clitoris sucked my big cock like a baby sucking milk, and then in a burst of pleasure, "Puff! Puff!" I shot my thick semen into her uterus. I lay on her delicate body, and we both trembled as we hugged each other tightly, floating into a fairy-like state of pleasure.

From then on, my mother and I focused all our energy on the revolutionary work carried out at night. We were obsessed with our revolutionary work, working tirelessly day and night, as if all the days were spent for the night. When I was in a daze, I even vaguely felt that this was the fruit of the revolution! What are the revolutionaries for? Isn’t it just about fighting against capitalism and criticizing revisionism and running towards communism? What else do people need when they have endless food to eat and endless clothes to wear? Isn’t it just about having the woman you like? Now I no longer have to worry about food and clothing, I have the woman I love, and I can do revolutionary work every day. I guess I have entered communism! It turns out that great goals can be so simple. I couldn't help but feel proud of myself. My mother said softly beside me: "What are you laughing at?" I looked at her and nodded happily: I have entered the communist society.