Northeast Kang (Classic) (Celebrity Adult Novel)

I have known for a long time that my mother is ticklish, and when I saw her movements I knew she was very itchy. I suddenly became playful and began to gently stroke my mother's back, waist, and other places that were ticklish. My mother's body began to twist restlessly, but it was strange, because when I tickled her before, she would laugh until she couldn't breathe. But now, not only did she not make a sound, she also tried her best not to twist herself too much, and began to retreat to the corner. What happened to her mother today?

As I squeezed forward, I used both hands to tickle my mother. Suddenly, I remembered how itchy I felt when she touched the hair on my belly just now. It seemed that only by using this trick would she beg for mercy like before. So my hand began to touch my mother's abdomen. But at this time, my mother, who had been paying no attention to me, grabbed my hands that were already around my waist. I struggled a bit, but Mother grabbed me even tighter, making me unable to move.

I was anxious and wanted to scream, but for some reason, I didn't want to let my two sisters know how close my mother and I were. Maybe when my father and mother doted on me in the past, I would not act like a spoiled child in front of my sisters, perhaps because I was afraid that my sisters would feel jealous.

So I decided to find a way to free my hands myself. When I was thinking of a solution, I suddenly felt my cock beating violently. It turned out that my mother had retracted her ass a little, so that my cock could not press against her ass. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother seemed to be very afraid of my little cock, which I used to pee in, and she had been avoiding it since just now.

I knew I had found a way to free my hands. I wrapped my arms around my mother's slender waist. Although I didn't have the strength to pull her over, I could pull myself over. I used my hands and buttocks to exert force, and my violently throbbing cock finally touched my mother's ass again.

My mother's body shook just as I imagined, and then she immediately moved her buttocks and moved outward, of course very slowly. It seemed that she didn't want to let the two sisters who were busy chatting know that we were playing. Of course I cooperated very well and moved forward slowly. As I moved like this, I felt a rubbing sensation in my heart every time my cock moved from leaving to approaching my mother's ass, and my mother's body also vibrated.
I was born in a very remote and backward mountain village in the Northeast. There are five of us in my family, including my parents, two sisters and me. My mother married my father when she was 18 years old and gave birth to my eldest sister the following year. When she was 20 years old, she gave birth to my second sister. Due to the family planning issues, my parents should not have any more children. However, rural areas are very feudal, and daughters cannot be considered as descendants who inherit the family business. This concept is firmly entrenched in everyone's mind and cannot be shaken.

My father is the highest official in the village - the village party secretary. Although he also holds this idea, he dares not think about these issues because of his own status.

However, two or three years after my second sister was born, relatives, friends and villagers began to spread all kinds of rumors.

I have known for a long time that my mother is ticklish, and when I saw her movements I knew she was very itchy. I suddenly became playful and began to gently stroke my mother's back, waist, and other places that were ticklish. My mother's body began to twist restlessly, but it was strange, because when I tickled her before, she would laugh until she couldn't breathe. But now, not only did she not make a sound, she also tried her best not to twist herself too much, and began to retreat to the corner. What happened to her mother today?

As I squeezed forward, I used both hands to tickle my mother. Suddenly, I remembered how itchy I felt when she touched the hair on my belly just now. It seemed that only by using this trick would she beg for mercy like before. So my hand began to touch my mother's abdomen. But at this time, my mother, who had been paying no attention to me, grabbed my hands that were already around my waist. I struggled a bit, but Mother grabbed me even tighter, making me unable to move.

I was anxious and wanted to scream, but for some reason, I didn't want to let my two sisters know how close my mother and I were. Maybe when my father and mother doted on me in the past, I would not act like a spoiled child in front of my sisters, perhaps because I was afraid that my sisters would feel jealous.

So I decided to find a way to free my hands myself. When I was thinking of a solution, I suddenly felt my cock beating violently. It turned out that my mother had retracted her ass a little, so that my cock could not press against her ass. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother seemed to be very afraid of my little cock, which I used to pee in, and she had been avoiding it since just now.

I knew I had found a way to free my hands. I wrapped my arms around my mother's slender waist. Although I didn't have the strength to pull her over, I could pull myself over. I used my hands and buttocks to exert force, and my violently throbbing cock finally touched my mother's ass again.

My mother's body shook just as I imagined, and then she immediately moved her buttocks and moved outward, of course very slowly. It seemed that she didn't want to let the two sisters who were busy chatting know that we were playing. Of course I cooperated very well and moved forward slowly. As I moved like this, I felt a rubbing sensation in my heart every time my cock moved from leaving to approaching my mother's ass, and my mother's body also vibrated.
When these words reached the ears of my grandparents, the four old people immediately braved the wind and snow and crossed mountains and rivers from hundreds of miles away to rush to my house. According to my eldest sister who was only four or five years old at the time, my grandparents pointed at my mother and scolded me, while my grandparents pointed at my father and scolded him. After scolding for a while, they turned around and counseled their own children.

I don’t know what they talked about, but a year later, I came into this world crying. Although I heard later that my father and mother were arrested and underwent some kind of surgery, and my father was dismissed from his public office. But when the banquet was held to celebrate my 100th day, my father, mother and four elderly people all stood up straight, had rosy faces, and greeted the villagers with smiles on their faces.

After I was born, it was said that those rumors were no longer heard, and my parents looked very proud in front of the villagers. However, because my father lost his public office, he had no income except for his own one acre and two mu of land, so life became difficult, and the proud look of my father and mother disappeared. In order to feed five mouths, my father gritted his teeth, left the village and went out to work. Only my mother and my three siblings were left at home.

However, although my mother was the only woman left in the family and she had three underage children. But since my father was doing very well working outside, he would always bring back many gifts and quite generous living expenses when he came back every six months. Our family became famous among the villagers again, and we were also the first family in the village to replace our mud house with a concrete house. In addition to the authority my father left when he was the village party secretary, no one in the village dared to bully us women and children.

A year or two later, when my father brought back the first color TV in the village, the whole village was shocked. When adjusting the TV, almost all the men, young and old in the village came, filling the house inside and outside. After the Chinese New Year, my father went out to work again, but this time he was not alone. All the young and strong men in the village followed him. As a result, only the elderly, the weak, women and children were left in the entire village. At the same time, my family's reputation in the village reached its highest point. Many times, my mother's words were more useful than those of the village party secretary.

And I grew up in this happy family, in this village which can be said to be a women's village.

We in Northeast China have had this custom since ancient times. Although not many people follow this custom now, especially those in cities. But in our remote village where there is snow and wind all year round, it still maintains its style. This habit is to sleep naked.

According to the elderly, taking off all the clothes, getting into the quilt and lying on the hot kang feels much warmer and more comfortable than wearing clothes. Of course, it goes without saying that everyone has their own quilt.

I don't remember things about my childhood very clearly, but I vaguely remember that I didn't have my own quilt since I was young. From a very young age, I was held in my mother's arms and slept under the same quilt. My mother’s quilt is the largest in the family. According to my eldest sister, my mother’s quilt is used together with my father, so it is so big.

When my father came back, I stopped sleeping with my mother and instead shared the same quilt with my eldest sister. Whenever Dad was at home, and when I woke up at night because I had to hold my pee, I would see Mom's big quilt moving constantly, and I could also hear Dad and Mom's rapid breathing. When I shouted that I needed to pee, my father, who loved me very much, would scold me because my mother would get up to help me pee.

I don’t know if my two sisters saw this scene. Anyway, when I saw it, I found that they were all sleeping motionless. Maybe they saw it but didn’t dare to make a sound to disturb their parents for fear of being scolded by their father. So when I was able to urinate on my own, I didn't disturb them, but just sneaked out of bed and did it myself.

The kang in my house is a big one. Three adults can sleep side by side on it, and if we squeeze in a little, five people can sleep on it. There were only three quilts on the bed for my mother and two sisters, so it was quite spacious. What I wanted most at that time was to have my own quilt, but my mother always said that I was still young and was afraid that I would be cold, so she didn't agree to add another quilt. I really hated my mother at that time, but after something happened when I was 10 years old, I no longer mentioned having my own quilt, and I was grateful to my mother for not letting me have a quilt alone.

There is no primary school in the village. Children in the village have to walk more than ten miles to go to school in the township. But here we have snow for 6 months a year, so many children in the village, especially girls, have to postpone their schooling. However, I don’t know if it was because my father had been away from home for many years and had a lot of experience, or if the family had some spare money, but I was in the fifth grade of elementary school when I was eleven years old. My second sister, who is two years older than me, is in the sixth grade, and my eldest sister, who is five years older than me, is in the second grade of junior high school in the town. In that year, my mother was only 35 years old.

Speaking of my mother, she is a famous beauty in the whole village. She is 1.7 meters tall, with beautiful long hair, an oval face, willow-shaped eyebrows, tender red lips, a curvy figure, and a pair of slender, white legs. Not only her legs were white and tender, her whole body was snow-white, because people who live in this snowy place are all white and tender.

Perhaps such a young and beautiful woman, whose husband is away from home all year round, must be the target of those men's evil intentions. But my mother usually doesn't talk to those men, and my father, who is two meters tall and a strong man who used to be a special forces soldier, is famous in the village for his bad temper. Anyone who dares to hit on my mother should first consider whether his neck is strong enough. Besides, there is a double-barreled shotgun at home that my father left when he was the village party secretary, so no one dares to steal anything at night. Of course, the village is now full of old men and children, all the young people are gone, and no one is interested in my mother anymore.

As for those cadres who came from towns and villages because of the fame, they just said a few words from a distance and feasted their eyes, and they would never dare to touch anything even if they were beaten to death. You should know that my father and mother's family is the most powerful in the nearby villages. With just a call, hundreds or even thousands of people can come. Otherwise, my father, a retired soldier with no background, would not have become the village party secretary, would not have married such a beautiful wife, and would not have been dismissed from his post after the birth of his third child.

With such a tall father and mother, the three of us siblings have very standard figures and outstanding looks. There is nothing we can do about it, with a handsome father and a beautiful mother, so of course we, as their children, have inherited these excellent genes.

Maybe people from Northeast China are generally tall. I was 1.5 meters tall when I was 11 years old, and my second sister, who was 14 years old, was 1.56 meters tall. My eldest sister, who was 16, was even more amazing. She was already over 1.6 meters tall, and her tall body was fuller. I don’t know if it’s because the nutritional supplements dad brought back are too nutritious or what, but the two sisters’ bodies have developed feminine lines. Although they are not mature, they are still able to attract the attention of boys.

The three of us siblings have a very good relationship. Maybe that’s because since I was a child, after receiving special gifts from my father, I would share them with my sisters. I don't know why, but I have never had the desire to monopolize things. I share everything that is given to me with my sisters. For example, the nutritional supplements that are bought especially for me, I enjoy them together with my two sisters. The three of us siblings have never had a quarrel or a quarrel. Since we were old enough to understand, we have always been considerate of siblings and very caring towards our family. As the youngest brother, of course I am especially loved by my sisters.

Of course, this is also because I love them as well. Today I had a fight and I beat the person who spoke bad words to me in school until he was bleeding. My second sister, who went to the same school as me, scolded me a lot when she was called to the teacher's office. Although my second sister and the teacher both asked me why I hit someone, I did not answer. I think the student I hit would not tell me why I hit him.

Seeing that he couldn't get the answer, the teacher had to make me copy the text 10 times as a punishment. Of course I didn't care, but my second sister obviously knew that I would not hit anyone casually, so as soon as I walked out of the office, she pulled me to a secluded corner. My second sister held my face with both hands, then stared into my eyes closely, without saying anything, just looking at me.

I knew my sister wanted to ask me why I was fighting, but I didn’t want those dirty words to reach my second sister’s ears, so I looked into the distance and decided not to say anything.

After a while, the second sister smiled, a beautiful and happy smile, and she said softly: "Is it because your classmate cursed at you that you taught him a lesson?"

I nodded involuntarily. Nowadays, the most common insult used is "fuck your mother!" Fuck your mother, fuck your mother. But I don’t know why, maybe it’s because my sister is too beautiful, those who argue with me often say fuck your sister’s cunt, fuck your sister to death when they scold me!

Although I don’t quite understand these words, and I believe the children who said them don’t understand them either, we all know that this is a serious insult. No matter whether it is my sister or my mother, I will not allow anyone to insult any of my family members, even if they think about it. So I can say that I have been fighting since I was a child. In this school, everyone knows to scold me with those dirty words, and I am like an enraged tiger.

Over time, almost no one dared to curse me to my face, and of course I didn't have many friends anymore. As for the guy who I beat up, he was a new transfer student, otherwise he wouldn’t have dared to offend me.

My elder sister knew about these things, so my second sister patted my cheek gently and said with a smile: "You gave him a warning when he just transferred to the new school. It seems that he will never dare to swear in front of you again." After laughing, she sternly knocked my head and said angrily: "Don't fight again next time, or I will tell mother and let her not take you to bed."

My sister sometimes pretends to be angry, but I know she likes it very much. So I nodded with a smile to indicate that I would not dare to do it again.

Many of our students live far from the school, so they don’t have to go home for lunch. Everyone brings lunch to school. Just when my second sister and I were eating our lunch boxes, the principal’s voice suddenly came from the school’s loudspeaker, asking the students to return to the classroom immediately.

After returning to the classroom and listening to the radio, I realized that continuous snowstorms were coming again. The school began to let students out early. At the same time, as long as the snowstorm was not over, students did not need to come to school and had to study at home. This is a common occurrence in our area during this season. For the students, it will be another few boring days. Because when a snowstorm comes, you can't even go out, let alone find friends to play with.

After leaving school, my second sister and I rushed home immediately. Living in this snowy land, even a three-year-old child knows the dangers of a blizzard, and no idiot would play on the way home.

When I got home, I found that my eldest sister who was in junior high school had also returned. When my mother saw that everyone in the family had returned, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and started to busy herself with heating the kang. In our place, we eat, chat and sleep on the kang. Normally the quilts are folded and placed in a cupboard built against the wall. They are only taken out and spread out at night when going to bed, away from the coffee table.

I took off my heavy sweater and shoes, climbed onto the kang, turned on the TV at the head of the kang first, and then took out my homework and put it on the low table. Of course, my second sister who followed me turned off the TV immediately, glared at me, and also took out her homework. Of course I understood that my second sister wanted me to finish my homework before I could watch TV, so I just stuck out my tongue and started doing my homework. My eldest sister and mother began to prepare to survive the snowstorm for a few days, sorting out food, checking doors and windows, etc. When I finished my homework, I found that my second sister had finished it long ago. She didn't turn on the TV, but was just reading some story books. I just like my second sister for being so considerate. I was busy packing my schoolbag while shouting to her that I had finished my homework, because I knew she actually liked watching TV very much.

Night slowly fell and the wind outside became stronger and stronger, but I didn’t feel cold at all. There was a hot dinner in my mouth, a warm kang under my butt, and wonderful programs on TV. How could I care whether it’s cold outside? After the family of four finished their meal, they sat on the heated kang, watching TV and chatting. I sat next to my elder sister, and suddenly I felt that this was happiness. But my perception of happiness suddenly turned into a deep understanding of misfortune because there was a sudden power outage.

The whole room was pitch black, and there was also a deathly silence. Being a young kid, I immediately felt terrified and was so scared that I quickly reached out to my older sister next to me. As soon as I touched the elder sister's body in fear, I hugged her tightly. But suddenly she hit me on the head. Only then did I feel my face pressed against her chest. Although she was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, I could still feel that her chest was a little bulging, as if there were two buns hidden inside.

At this time, the eldest sister said, "Mom, where is the candle?" Mother said, "In the drawer at the bottom corner. Haven't you done your homework?" The eldest sister said, "I finished it at school. Where are your homework, second sister and third brother?" My second sister and I said in unison, "I finished it a long time ago!" When mother heard this, she smiled and said, "Then there is no need to look for candles. Go to bed. I don't have much housework to do anyway." I was not happy to hear this, and hurriedly shouted, "Mom, it's only 8 o'clock now. Why go to bed so early? Maybe the fuse is burned out. The electricity will be on soon." I didn't want to go to bed so early. At 9 o'clock in the evening, Channel 3 would broadcast cartoons.

The eldest sister joked, "Hey, third brother, how do you know the fuse is burned out? Even if it is burned out, it's windy and snowy outside, who are you going to ask to change it?" The second sister also said, "Children should go to bed at 8 o'clock in the evening. This is what the book says." As the two sisters spoke, they opened the cupboard in the dark, took out the quilt and began to spread it out.

My mother smiled and advised me: "We just changed the fuse a few days ago, and you can't see any lights outside. The heavy snow must have broken the power lines. Not only will there be no electricity tonight, there may be no electricity for the next few days during the snowstorm."

My heart sank when I heard this. There was once a time when heavy snow broke the power lines. It took several weeks before someone reconnected the wires. There's nothing we can do about it. It's because we are all ordinary people living here, and this place is very remote. Not to mention the raging snowstorm now, even after the snowstorm, the power supply bureau will have to wait until the knee-deep snow melts before coming.

It seemed like these few days were going to be very boring for me. I faced the corner dejectedly and started to take off my clothes. Although it was pitch black now, my sister and mother were also tidying up the quilt. And since I was old enough to understand, everyone in my family would take off their clothes and get into bed after turning off the lights. But I am just afraid of being seen. What is there for a kid like me to be afraid of? My family must have carefully admired my body when I was a child. What else would I not dare to show them?

A month ago, I still dared to take off my clothes openly, but now I don’t dare to do that, because there is hair growing on my belly above my penis! I have secretly noticed when my classmates went to pee, and they didn’t have any hair at all! And my little dick is twice as big as theirs! Moreover, when I was climbing the pole during physical education class, my little penis was squeezed. Although it was covered by thick cotton pants, I could still feel an inexplicable feeling. That feeling made me feel a little uncomfortable, but also a little expectant.

I didn't even tell my second sister, who is my closest friend, about this feeling. I'm not a person who likes to ask elders for help, but I know it must have something to do with the few small bottles of drinks that my dad brought back. I only remember the name of it, which was hormone. After my dad went out to work, he gave one box each to my two sisters, and I took two boxes. Now it seems that I may have eaten too much, otherwise how come my two sisters are okay?

It’s okay to have that inexplicable feeling, at least it only appears when you are climbing the pole. What bothers me is the hair around my penis. At first, only one or two hairs grew on my smooth area. I didn’t care about it at the time and just secretly cut them off with scissors. But after a few days, dozens of them actually grew there! I was so scared that I carefully cut them all off, but then the hairy areas became extremely itchy, so itchy that I had to scratch them from time to time. It's really uncomfortable to feel the itch but also to be afraid of being laughed at by others.

But when the hair grew out again, the itchy feeling disappeared. I also know that if I cut the hair I would feel itchy, and the hair would not hinder my urination if it grew back, so I didn't cut it. I am shy and don't want my family to know that I have long hair, so I hide in the corner and take off my clothes.

At this time, my mother shouted, "Gou'er, have you taken off your clothes? If you have, get into the quilt quickly to avoid catching a cold." Gou'er is my nickname, and it is my least favorite of my many nicknames. Actually, I quite like my mother calling me the nickname Xiaosan, but she said that if I call her a more derogatory name, the child will grow up safely and quickly.

I felt a little cold even though I was naked. If I hadn't been on the heated kang, I would have caught a cold long ago. So I hurriedly crawled towards my mother in the dark. I didn't dare walk, for fear of stepping on someone or tripping. Since my mother slept on the outside, and I was used to taking off my clothes facing the closet wall, I had to crawl through my sister's area. The sisters seemed to be very familiar with this habit of mine which I had developed since I was a child. They all patted my butt at the same time, as if it was a routine.

After so long, my eyes have adapted to the darkness, but it is night outside and there is no moonlight, so I can only vaguely see a shadow. I saw the biggest shadow lift the quilt and wave at me. I was already feeling a little cold, so I quickened my pace and rolled into my mother's bed. "Wow, so comfortable and warm." When my naked body touched the quilt warmed by the kang, I immediately shouted in comfort.

Everyone just smiled and didn't say anything. From the hissing sound, I knew without thinking that my mother and sister were starting to take off their clothes. I know their habits very well. When dad is not at home, mom takes off all her clothes outside before getting into bed. When dad was at home, mom took off her clothes under the quilt, but it seemed that dad was the one who helped her take them off. But the way my sisters took off their clothes was a bit strange. They all took them off under the quilts and then placed their clothes neatly at the head of the bed. It's not like me who just throws it away after taking it off, so it takes a long time to find it when I wake up the next day. After a while, I felt a cold wind coming in. It seemed that my mother was lifting the quilt and preparing to come in. I couldn't help but turn sideways and move towards my sister. I was afraid that my mother would accidentally touch my hair, and then she would know. This is my secret.

After my mother came in and lay down, she found that because I moved my body away, there was a gap in the middle of the quilt, allowing air to flow in. She hurriedly moved her body, came closer to me, and propped herself up slightly. She stretched out one hand and passed it over my body, tightening the quilt on my side. After making the quilt tight, my mother hugged me with her hand, and then her whole body pressed against me. This action of my mother caused her tall and plump breasts to rub against my naked back several times, and then she pressed tightly against my back.

My mother has repeated this action countless times since I was a child. I didn't feel anything before. Maybe my little penis hadn't grown bigger or grown hair yet, or maybe I was already very sleepy before going to bed. Being held in my mother's arms would only make me fall asleep faster, so how could I think about anything else?

But I went to bed very early tonight. How could I fall asleep when I was so energetic? And I don't know why, but when my mother's breasts rubbed me, I actually felt very comfortable. And it felt like there were ants crawling in my heart, which made me itchy and a little uncomfortable. I twisted my butt uncomfortably, and maybe my twisting brought up the wind, and my mother moved her body and pressed her lower body tightly against me.

I didn't care at first and continued to twist my body, but suddenly I felt like there was a tuft of hair under my mother's body, and this tuft of hair gently scratched my butt as I twisted my body. I stopped moving immediately. I felt sad for myself because I thought only women had hair, and now that I had hair I must be a woman. I have always been proud of being a man. Now I know that I am a woman. It is such a huge blow to my young heart. At this time, my eldest sister, who had been talking quietly to my second sister and sleeping against me, said, "Mom, it's so crowded." Mother patted my butt and smiled to my eldest sister, "Gou'er is a guy who refuses to sleep well. He always moves around and creates wind, so I have to squeeze forward." After mother finished speaking, she moved the hand that was hugging my chest down, hugged my abdomen, and then moved back a few times while hugging and pulling me.

After returning to the original position, my mother stood up and adjusted the corner of the quilt on my side. I suddenly felt that my mother's breasts and the tuft of hair on her lower body were rubbing against my heart, which made me more and more annoyed. But it was very strange. Although it was very uncomfortable, I really wanted to continue feeling this way.

When my mother tidied the quilt and hugged me again, I suddenly felt that my little penis had become bigger and it was so swollen that it felt uncomfortable. I was shocked by this reaction. I thought I was sick and was about to tell my mother, but I don’t know what happened, as soon as I got scared, my little penis became smaller and the swelling feeling disappeared.

I just breathed a sigh of relief when mother's hand suddenly moved to my abdomen again, squeezing my whole body into her arms, and this time it was mother's turn to move. Her lower body pressed against my butt, rubbing slowly up and down. My little cock grew bigger again due to the itchiness of that tuft of hair. It was originally drooping, but now it was standing up high. The hand that my mother was holding on my abdomen was originally just gently moving around my belly button. But I felt that my mother was moving lower and lower, and my little cock actually grew even bigger with this movement. However, when my mother's hand touched my hair, her movements suddenly stopped, because her palm not only touched my hair, but also touched my little cock that was standing up high.

My mother's hand seemed to hesitate for a moment, but she quickly continued to stroke my hair, but deliberately avoided touching my erect cock. Moreover, my mother put her lips gently against my ear and blew a breath. She didn't say anything, but it made my heart even more itchy.

At this moment, I suddenly felt my mother's smooth fingers writing words on my back. This was a teaching game that my mother came up with a long time ago to teach me to recognize words. With my fourth grade education, I immediately recognized that the three words my mother wrote were "grown up".

Although I recognized the words, I was very confused. Did it mean that I had grown hair and grown up? Or is it that my dick has become erect and bigger? When I thought of this, I quickly turned around. I don’t know why, but when my mother noticed that I was about to turn around, she turned around first. My erect cock immediately hit my mother's ass. I felt very comfortable. Of course, I also noticed that my mother's body was trembling.

I didn't pay too much attention to it. Seeing that my mother turned her back towards me, I thought she also wanted me to write something on her back for her to recognize. Anyway, I just happened to have some questions to ask, so I started writing on my mother's smooth back. But my mother suddenly acted strangely and started to dodge my fingers.

I have known for a long time that my mother is ticklish, and when I saw her movements I knew she was very itchy. I suddenly became playful and began to gently stroke my mother's back, waist, and other places that were ticklish. My mother's body began to twist restlessly, but it was strange, because when I tickled her before, she would laugh until she couldn't breathe. But now, not only did she not make a sound, she also tried her best not to twist herself too much, and began to retreat to the corner. What happened to her mother today?

As I squeezed forward, I used both hands to tickle my mother. Suddenly, I remembered how itchy I felt when she touched the hair on my belly just now. It seemed that only by using this trick would she beg for mercy like before. So my hand began to touch my mother's abdomen. But at this time, my mother, who had been paying no attention to me, grabbed my hands that were already around my waist. I struggled a bit, but Mother grabbed me even tighter, making me unable to move.

I was anxious and wanted to scream, but for some reason, I didn't want to let my two sisters know how close my mother and I were. Maybe when my father and mother doted on me in the past, I would not act like a spoiled child in front of my sisters, perhaps because I was afraid that my sisters would feel jealous.

So I decided to find a way to free my hands myself. When I was thinking of a solution, I suddenly felt my cock beating violently. It turned out that my mother had retracted her ass a little, so that my cock could not press against her ass. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother seemed to be very afraid of my little cock, which I used to pee in, and she had been avoiding it since just now.

I knew I had found a way to free my hands. I wrapped my arms around my mother's slender waist. Although I didn't have the strength to pull her over, I could pull myself over. I used my hands and buttocks to exert force, and my violently throbbing cock finally touched my mother's ass again.

My mother's body shook just as I imagined, and then she immediately moved her buttocks and moved outward, of course very slowly. It seemed that she didn't want to let the two sisters who were busy chatting know that we were playing. Of course I cooperated very well and moved forward slowly. As I moved like this, I felt a rubbing sensation in my heart every time my cock moved from leaving to approaching my mother's ass, and my mother's body also vibrated.

I was getting into the fun of it, and I moved forward while sticking close to my mother's butt. Finally, her whole body was pressed against the corner, and I could feel the hardness of the other end of the quilt with my hands that were being held. I was happy because my mother could finally not escape. So when victory was in sight, I suddenly thrust my hard cock towards my mother's ass.

I immediately realized that this time I was not hitting my mother's buttocks, but inserted into the crack of her buttocks. My mother's body shook again, and she finally let go of my hands that were tightly holding mine. And I felt my cock being clamped by my mother's two plump buttocks. It was very tight and a little hot, so hot that I just wanted to let my cock out to breathe. So I moved my butt slightly backwards and pulled out my dick. The friction between the head of my dick and the crack of my mother's butt made me feel an indescribable feeling, a feeling that I couldn't help but want to experience again. I did it as soon as I thought about it and immediately thrust my dick forward, but this time it hit my mother's buttocks instead of entering the crack of her buttocks. At this time, my hands were free, and I immediately pulled them out and went to my mother's buttocks to stroke the smooth flesh back and forth. Of course I wouldn't just touch it and call it a day. I found the crack of my mother's buttocks, stretched them outwards with my hands, then thrust my buttocks forward and pushed my dick in.

When I let go of my hands, I enjoyed the tight feeling again. This time I was not as stupid as last time. I did not pull out the whole dick, but pulled it out a little bit and then thrust it in hard. This way I won't have to use my hands to clear the way again.

Of course, my hands that had completed the task were not idle. I raised one hand, passed through my mother's armpit, and touched her plump, firm breasts. The other hand passed through the mother's waist and moved down to touch her lower body.

The hand that touched my mother's breast immediately felt her particularly hard and big nipple. I just touched and pinched it for a while, then moved to touch the other breast, but found that it was already occupied by one of my mother's hands. They had no choice but to retreat to their original position to defend.

However, the hand that was moving downwards was unsuccessful and before it could attack, it found that it was occupied by mother's other hand. Of course I didn't want to retreat just like that, so I tried to see if the other party would agree to form a joint exploration team. As a result, I successfully touched my mother's fur. Those are hairs that are arranged in vertical shapes, different from my hairs that are arranged in triangles. Originally, I wanted to explore the place where my mother urinated, but unfortunately my friends occupied it and refused to leave, so I had to retreat to the second line and stroke my mother's upright hair.

Soon, my attention was drawn to my cock, and I kept pumping it, and each time I pumped it brought me a sense of pleasure. This feeling was completely different from the feeling I got when climbing the pole.

The more I thrust, the more I wanted to insert my dick into my mother's body. My dick, which was now three or four times bigger and three or four times longer than that of boys of the same age when it was hard, finally reached the bottom. But I immediately discovered that there was a slightly open small hole at the bottom, which closed tightly once being touched by my glans. When this little hole closed, the crack of my mother's butt became very tight, and it even hurt my dick a little.

In this way, I attacked that little hole several times and was clamped by my mother's butt crack several times. When it was clamped for the fourth time, I suddenly felt a numbness, like an electric shock, surging up from the heels, first to the brain, and then to the dick. The dick felt this electric current and jumped violently, and a very urgent urge to pee rushed to my head, as if I really wanted to pee immediately.

I was shocked. Mom gave me such a wonderful experience, but I actually wanted to pee on her? Even if my mother dotes on me very much, I believe she will not forgive me for peeing in the crack of her butt while playing games. Besides, we are on the kang now, which is a place to sleep. How can I pee here?

I immediately took a breath, gritted my teeth and held it in, while pressing the base of the cock to prevent the urine from flowing out. This is a method I learned when I was a kid playing the game of seeing who could pee longer. After a while, my urge to urinate finally disappeared, and I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I didn't pee on the kang. I'm already in the fourth grade of elementary school. If people knew that I still pee, wouldn't it be so embarrassing? Although my urge to urinate was gone, the electric shock-like feeling was still lingering in my mind. My cock was still erect, but I didn't dare insert it into my mother's ass crack. If I couldn't control myself, it would be embarrassing. {When I really had sex with my mother again later, I realized that the small hole was her asshole, and my tender cock of course did not really go inside her, but only rubbed between the crack of her ass.} I originally wanted to turn around, but after thinking about it, I inserted my cock into the crack of my mother's ass again, hugged her slender waist with both hands, and prepared to go to bed. Because I found that a long time had passed, the conversation of my two sisters had long stopped, and I could hear their breathing in their sleep. But at this time, my mother raised her buttocks and let my cock pull out. Then my mother turned around and faced me. Although it was dark, I could still see her shining eyes.

Neither my mother nor I spoke for a long while. Then she reached out her hand and pushed me around, then began to write on my back. I found the words she wrote a little hard to understand. The first sentence was: "Little X, even your mother's ass is dry!" The X in there is because the character has many strokes and I couldn't feel them at all.

I was a little confused because I didn't know what "fuck" meant. Did it mean that I was using my dick to penetrate my mother's ass crack? Now I understand why those guys always say "fuck your mother" when they curse others. It turns out that godmother is really so fun. Hmm, I wonder if godsister is also so fun? However, I will never let those guys fuck my mother and my sister. If they have to do it, only I can do it! I made up my mind secretly. The second sentence my mother wrote was: "When did the hair grow and become hard?" I understood what she meant, so I turned around. This time my mother didn't turn around, she just moved her lower body backwards. I had no choice but to write these words on my mother’s belly: “One month ago.” Mother asked again why this happened at such a young age, and how I knew at what age it would be appropriate to be like this, so I didn't answer and just touched her lower belly.

My mother's fingers were sliding across my chest, as if she was thinking about what to write. After a long while, my mother quickly wrote a few words and then pushed me away. I pondered this in my mind for a while before I came up with this: "Too short to be useful."

Are you saying that my dick is too short? I am several times taller than those guys now. I was about to turn around to protest, but my mother had already straightened the quilt and held me tightly. However, she only used one hand to put through my neck and hold me, and the other hand reached down to grab my still erect cock.

She stroked my glans for a while, then let go, as if trying to see if there was anything on her hand. Then, the hand grasped my cock again and gently stroked it up and down. Although it is very comfortable to be stroked by my mother's smooth hands, it is not as comfortable as the tight crack of her buttocks. So I didn't feel like peeing at all and just let my mother play with my cock.

Suddenly, mother pulled up the quilt and covered both of us. Before I could react, my mother's lips came up to mine again, and she said in a voice that only I could hear, "That's amazing! You didn't ejaculate."

I don't understand what it means to release something or not. I just feel very stuffy and need air. I struggle to get out. When my mother saw my look, she smiled, adjusted the quilt, loosened her hand that was holding my cock, and turned behind me to start writing again.

In my sleepy eyes, I felt a sentence: "Don't let anyone know what happened just now, including your sister." Although I didn't understand why I shouldn't let my sister know, deep down I still thought it was better not to let my sister know. So I nodded and finally fell asleep in my mother's arms. Before falling asleep, I felt that my mother was still playing with my cock, which was slowly beginning to rest with its owner. Since what happened that day, my mother and I have a common secret, and our relationship is closer than before. One day, I had to pee urgently, so I took off my pants and ran to the toilet. As soon as I entered the bathroom, I took my hard cock out of my pants, and I was holding my cock and was about to pee. Oh my god! Mom is peeing inside. I saw that my mother's pants were rolled up on her thighs, her underwear was pulled to her knees, and her thighs were spread wide apart. A stream of white urine was spurting out from the dark fur. My mother looked at me and asked, "Do you want to pee?" I didn't know how to answer for a moment. Mother said, "If you're in a hurry, just pee here. I'll move a little to the side." As she said that, mother moved a little to the side. Since mother said so, I just pee. I grabbed my hard big cock and pressed it hard to pee. My heart could finally relax, but this made me feel even more uncomfortable. I thought about that night, when I used my little cock to push against mother's smooth, plump big ass. I could hold the hard cock down at first, but when I thought about the scene of the black pubic hair and white urine blending together under mother's crotch. I couldn't hold my dick down and a stream of urine spurted out, hitting the opposite wall. The urine flew everywhere and splashed all over my mother's body and butt. I was stunned for a moment. I thought my mother would be angry this time. But my mother didn't say anything. She just quickly took some paper, wiped her butt twice, then stood up beside me, pulled up her underwear, walked out and into the house.

After that, I often fantasized about my mother's body and recalled the black, furry pubic hair between her legs. I wonder what a woman’s vagina looks like? From then on I liked to snuggle in my mother's arms. On the surface I was acting spoiled, but in fact I was taking advantage of her. Of course my mother didn’t know what I was doing and didn’t mind.

One day, my mother and I went to the market, and on the way back we had to climb a big slope. It was a very sunny day, and beads of sweat kept coming out of my mother's head. Her clothes were soaked with sweat. The sweat stains made her clothes stick to her body, and her breasts were tightly wrapped in the wet clothes and stood out. According to the customs here, once a woman gets married, her original conservative defense is completely unnecessary. A married woman can do many things that she would not dare to do when she was a girl. For example, in such hot weather, the girls in the village still wear thick clothes, but married women are no longer restricted and can go topless at will. "It's so hot today!" After saying it was too hot, the mother unbuttoned her sweat-soaked coat, and her two big, sweaty, plump white breasts were freed from the restraint of clothes like meatballs.

Although she is already the mother of three children, their breasts are very plump and elastic. The two round breasts move up and down, left and right as they walk. They are like two lively balls of flesh born on a woman's chest. This scene makes me dazzled. Changes also begin to occur in my crotch. I feel that my cock, which had been well-behaved before, is jumping and slowly rising up.

When we were passing a small forest, my mother had to pee so she asked me to help keep watch. She turned her back to me, took off her pants, and squatted down to pee. My mother had probably been holding her urine for a long time. As soon as she squatted down, I immediately heard a very irritating sound of rushing urine, and I also saw the yellow urine splashing up a pool of urine on the mud in front of her. My mother squatted with her back to me to urinate. As she had already unbuttoned her top and now took off her pants to urinate, I could clearly see a naked woman from behind, especially her fat, white, round butt and the tuft of pubic hair in the groove of her buttocks, all clearly displayed in front of me. The first time I saw these private parts of a woman, my cock immediately became hard as a conditioned reflex.

My mother squatted there and said to me without looking back: "Dog, you've been holding it in for a long time, right? Go to the bathroom." By this time, my mother had finished peeing. Rural women are not like city women who need to wipe their butts after peeing. She raised her butt high and shook it up and down vigorously to shake off the urine on her pussy and butt.

My mother spread her legs and urinated a few steps in front of me. When she raised her buttocks high and swung them up and down to shake off the urine, I could see everything about her vagina clearly. In the dark crack of her buttocks, I saw her purple-red anus and her pussy surrounded by black hair. Her two labia were open in an attractive brown-red color. There was a little urine on her labia, pussy hair and buttocks. The light yellow urine fell down as the woman kept swinging her buttocks, like shining pearls. Looking at my mother's most private part made my expression become pure. My eyes had become straight, and they were staring at the thing called a woman's pussy without moving.

Standing behind my mother, I didn't turn around. I took out my little dick and started peeing. Although I was peeing, my eyes were always fixed on my mother's ass without being distracted, so much so that I didn't even notice that the last bit of urine fell on my trouser legs and shoes.

"Dog, you look like a fool. Your eyes are wide open when you stare at women. Is your mother so worthy of your attention?" Mother turned around and looked at my silly look and said. I blushed, feeling ashamed and embarrassed, and couldn't utter a word.

One day, my eldest sister and second sister went to visit my aunt's house, leaving only my mother and I at home. I was very happy. Since my little cock hit my mother's ass that night, the next night, my mother opened her breasts to me, and my hands could freely touch her breasts and squeeze her nipples. After watching TV, I closed the door, took off all my clothes and went into bed. My mother turned off the lights, took off her clothes in the dark, lifted the quilt, lay down beside me, and propped herself up slightly. She stretched out a hand and passed it over my body, tightening the quilt on my side. After making the quilt tight, my mother hugged me with her hand, and then her whole body pressed against me. This action of my mother caused her tall and plump breasts to rub against my naked back several times, and then she pressed tightly against my back. I wanted to turn around and touch the breasts on her back, but my mother wouldn't let me. My mother tied my hands with one hand, and used the other hand to stroke my body, sliding down from the waist to my abdomen, combing my sparse pubic hair, holding my naturally erect little cock, and stroking it up and down. Then my mother turned around and faced away from me. I understood and turned around and moved towards my mother. My erect cock immediately hit her ass, and I found that her body was trembling. I stroked my mother's plump and tender big buttocks with my hand. My mother bent her right leg and guided my hand to stroke the area between her legs. In the middle of the mysterious hair, my hand touched a warm, bulging mound of flesh. That should be the pussy I saw that day. It felt wet and sticky when I touched it. My heart was pounding and I started to touch the mound of flesh randomly. When I was in my teens, I didn’t know how to play with a woman’s thing with my hands, so my fingers were just groping there passionately. As I touched her, my mother's breathing became increasingly rapid. Finally, my fingers entered the plump and tender flesh groove completely blindly. My mother's two labia opened to the sides beside my fingers. "Ah!" I heard a sound coming from my mother's mouth. My two fingers inserted into a wet, hot and sticky place, where there seemed to be a mysterious flesh hole. Like a little boy playing with a new toy, my fingers curiously dug into that "hole". "Hmm... Hmm..." Mother's breathing seemed to become more and more rapid as I dug into her.

The hole seemed bottomless, and the surrounding flesh walls were slimy and slippery, with slight bulges in some places. I unconsciously started inserting my fingers into it. "Dog...dog..." Mother murmured softly. She suddenly turned around and faced me. In the darkness, I seemed to see her blushing face.

"You're going to die, you dog!" Mother said, the hot air from her nose blowing on my face. Mother hugged my small body tightly, her mouth close to my ear, "Except for your father, this is the first time that mother has let another man do this."

My hands were tightly clamped between my mother's legs. "Dog, stop it. I can't stand it anymore." Mother's voice was soft. "Mom!" I got anxious when I was having a good time. "I am your mother, you dog." Mother still kept her legs together and touched my thin buttocks with her hands. What happened to my dear mother? "I didn't understand anything and was just asking stupidly. Mother was stunned." Will you tell others what I asked you to do? "Mother asked in a daze for a long time. I shook my head in the dark, and my head hit mother's chin." Then, where is your father? "Mother asked again.

I was stunned and shook my head firmly again. Mother stopped talking. In the darkness, she hugged me tighter and loosened her legs. As her legs spread apart, the mother gasped again.

My fingers once again found that "fun" hole, and when I reinserted them I felt the mucus inside. I started pumping my fingers in and out again...

I could almost hear my mother's chest pounding because of her rapid breathing.

"Hmm...hmm..." Mother's mouth soon let out a low moan in my ear.

I don’t know why my mother makes such a humming sound from her mouth. Is she in pain? I was thinking while I was "fucking" my mother's hole with my fingers. "Hmm...ah. Hmm..." Mother's voice became louder and louder, and I also felt that the two fingers I was digging inside were becoming more and more wet and sticky, and it seemed that water was slowly seeping out of the hole.

"Mom, does it hurt?" I finally stopped inserting my fingers amid my mother's moans.

Mother didn't say anything. She was biting her lips in the dark. I saw her bright eyes in the darkness. "Dog...my dog..." Mother lowered her head and looked at my face. "My dog ​​actually did that to me..." Mother panted. "It doesn't hurt, dog, do it to me. I'll let you do that..." Mother suddenly bit my ear, gently of course. "Silly dog, it feels good." Mother said in my ear.

After hearing my mother's last words, I still didn't understand, "How can she feel comfortable when I finger her pussy like this? If she feels comfortable, why would she moan like she is sick?" I had another question in my mind. But no matter what, I no longer worried about my mother and started playing like that again.

If my mother's moans at the beginning were still suppressed, she now completely let go of everything. "Um...ah...ah...um...ah..." Mother's two round thighs were crossed and spread apart below, and she hugged me tightly.

I gradually felt excitement from the woman's moans, and the insertion and digging of my fingers was no longer a curious play, but an excited "fuck" {this is how I understood the meaning of "fuck" from the words my mother wrote on my back last time} "Ah, dog...ah...um..." My mother's legs seemed to be stiff as they were spread apart. "Dog, you are so good at it, dog..." Mother called softly, panting.

My mother suddenly reached down and grasped my tender but hard cock. Mother's hand quickly grasped the cock and stroked it up and down.

"Dog...fuck mother, dog... mother can't stand it anymore." Mother said quickly while panting while wrapping my cock with her hand.

I didn't understand what my mother meant by hearing her panting.

"Come..." Mother panted and lay on her back in the quilt. Then I felt her legs spread apart and lifted upwards in the quilt, and the quilt was pushed up high.

"Lie on me." said mother.

Excited and curious, I moved over as I was told and lay on my mother from the front.

My face was above my mother's face. Her legs were raised high and spread apart on both sides of my head, and my hard cock was pressed between her legs.

I supported myself on the bed with my hands, and my mother's face under me was as red as fire even in the dark night.

The cock was pressed against the mother's crotch, and the glans felt the presence of the hair.

Mother's hand reached over and grabbed the cock.

The cock was guided by the mother inside her.

"Hmm..." I heard my mother's breathing and my glans felt something sticky.

"Fuck it." said mother.

I unconsciously pushed forward into the lower part.

"Ah!" Mother screamed in a lost voice, and the glans and the entire penis were inserted into her at once! Inserted into a warm, wet and slippery place!

"Oh my God!" mother called softly.

I lay on my mother's plump body, experiencing the indescribable pleasure coming from my cock being tightly wrapped.

After a long time, my mother's body finally moved. She bit her lips and said, "Silly boy." She wanted to say something but held back. She put one hand on my butt and patted it.

I had no idea what she meant or I didn't notice it at all. I was just immersed in that indescribable pleasure. This pleasure is many times stronger than the last time I "fucked" my mother's ass crack!

Mother panted rapidly, "Dog, move..." Mother said with difficulty while panting.

After hearing what my mother said, I was completely dazed and started moving my cock inside her. At first, I couldn't say it was thrusting in and out, but I just unconsciously pulled it out a little bit and then unconsciously inserted it again. The glans rubbed against the flesh inside my mother, and the tingling pleasure sent to me like an electric current, making me feel like I was in the sky!

Then, having tasted the sweetness, I adjusted the depth and frequency of thrusting without my mother telling me anything, and just focused on thrusting my cock in my mother's mysterious flesh hole!

My mother bit her lips, closed her eyes, and raised her legs high to let me fuck her, but soon after I did that, she loosened her lips.

"Hmm...hmm..." I heard my mother's moan again.

I felt like I was doing push-ups, thrusting hard and fast in the novel excitement.

"Um...ah...ah...um..." Mother's lips moved and she moaned like in her sleep.

I was even more excited by my mother's voice. It was my first time with a woman and I repeated the actions like a robot while forgetting everything.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...my God...ah..." My mother's legs, which were raised high, became stiff from my fucking. What followed was that my mother's moans became louder and louder.

I felt that there was more and more water in the hole, and it was effortless to pull out my cock and thrust it in very quickly. You know, I got 100 points in push-ups in physical education class at school.

"Ah...ah...ah...well...ah...ah..." My mother kept moaning as I fucked her.

In my excitement, I was stimulated by my mother's voice and suddenly shuddered. The urgent feeling of peeing came again, and it was difficult to control. I trembled and lay on my mother, with my penis inserted into the deepest part of the flesh hole. I "peed", and it was different from usual peeing. This time it seemed to be spurting out in streams, and the "pee" shot into my mother's hole...

When I was peeing, my mother didn't move and her body seemed stiff. After I ejaculated and fell limply on my mother, she breathed a sigh of relief.

To be precise, the first time my mother and I did it didn’t last long, but for a boy like me, it was enough. Of course, I didn’t understand any of this at that time. After peeing, I just felt a little tired and just lay on my mother’s body, not wanting to move.

My mother stroked my head and didn't speak for a long time.

I finally lay down next to my mother, who was still touching my head.

"Mom." I said.

"Hmm." Mother's lazy voice.

I thought, "Mom, what were we doing just now?"

"What do you think?" Mother's face was smiling in the dark.

"Mom, were we having sex just now?" I said.

"You little rascal!" Mother scratched my nose with her hand. "What do you think?"

"Yes," I affirmed. "I know," I said.

My mother didn't say anything. She and I faced each other and bit her lips. For a mother who lived in a rural area in Northeast China, such a rare shy expression made me, who was only in my teens, stunned.

"Except for your father, mother only lets you... fuck..." Mother's face turned red again.

I hugged my mother and I heard her heartbeat.

"Let me take another look," said mother, groping her hand underneath and grabbing my cock again. My penis, which had already become limp, felt the warmth of my mother's palm.

Mother didn't say anything, just stroked it gently.

My hands held my mother's breasts. To be honest, boys of my age are not very interested in women's breasts, so I just touch them casually.

Mother's hands continued to move.

The cock slowly became hard again in my mother's hand.

I heard my mother's panting again, "Little rascal" she murmured.

My body started to feel hot again. "Lie down and don't move," my mother whispered in my ear. Then she slid under the quilt and came to my feet. I felt Mother lying at my feet. Then, I felt my cock being taken off by my mother's hand again. Then, I felt the tip of my penis begin to feel numb, like an electric current.

"Mom" I shouted in unspeakable pleasure.

My mother didn't say anything, and then I felt my penis suddenly enter a warm, moist place. That feeling made my body float like a leaf. Immediately afterwards, the cock seemed to be sucked by that thing.

I have never experienced such enjoyment, and my body reached the sky again.

After a long time, the penis seemed to come out, and then mother came over from the end of the bed again. I hugged her immediately.

"Mom, Mom, I want to fuck you again." I said to my mother.

My mother was still in the same position, and I once again inserted my cock, which had become hard again, into her pussy.

This time, I took a long time, doing push-ups very quickly, and I didn’t feel like peeing for a long time.

My mother's moans rang in my ears, which only made me more excited and I fucked harder and deeper!

"Ahhh... um... ahhh..." Later, my mother's moans became a chorus, and her head twisted left and right on the pillow unconsciously.

I thrust hard!

"Ah...ah...ah...God...ah..." Mother turned her head away, the blush on her face like fire in the dark night.

I felt that my cock was covered with the water flowing out of my mother's hole. Later, I actually heard a "gurgling...gurgling" sound coming from my mother's hole as I thrust in and out.

"I'm going to die...ah..." mother screamed.

My arm touched my mother's raised legs, which were so stiff!

"Dog...dog...dog, you fucked me to death..." Mother twisted her head and kept barking.

I listened to the woman's screams and I, a teenager, felt inexplicably excited.

He continued to do push-ups for another three or four hundred times!

"Woo..." I heard my mother suddenly cry, "No... don't... woo... Mother can't stand it anymore, dog... Mother is going to die... ah..."

My mother's crying only made me more excited. Although I was not sure whether she was really in pain, I had a vague sense of conquest as a man.

I finally peed again, and once again shot my pee into my mother's pussy while trembling!