I have been thinking about my mother's breasts, which I have touched many times by now, each time bringing a different experience and sensation, swelling my desires, making me feel novelty and excitement. The first time at the criticism meeting, it should be said, was just a touch, but that was already extraordinary. A strand of floral fragrance emanating from within my mother has long reverberated in my memory, causing the same dizziness every time I recall it.
The second time was a step further. You should know that I kissed it with my lips, greedily, wantonly sucking, and in doing so, angered my mother. I thought this was good too. First, the revolutionary struggle had achieved results, striking at the enemy's arrogance; second, I could finally openly, fearlessly kiss my mother's breasts, realizing a dream of mine.
I think this is the benefit of revolutionary struggle! Like the Commander and the Deputy Commander, who not only have close comrades-in-arms but also breasts to kiss. I understand that I am actually different from the Commander and them. Jia Meirong and I are not enemies but mother and son, but how to put it, I think, at least it's a case of not neglecting either family affection or women! That point is still the same.
Thinking of this, my head began to float again. I felt that merely kissing breasts was not enough; I needed to expand the revolutionary gains. I thought, 'Damn mother, even if you are a demon or a poisonous snake, the revolutionary's vast righteousness overthrows all monsters and demons. If you're a demon, I will still subdue you. I definitely won't wait until you're asleep at night to fuck you. I want you to watch me fuck you, to fuck me! Even if you're a poisonous snake, I will swallow you.'
After dinner, my mother said she needed to go to the toilet. I waved my hand decisively and said, 'Go!' It was already very dark outside. I walked in front, hands behind my back, strolling leisurely, leading my mother who was tied with an iron ring behind me. We walked not far south of the house, where there was a simple toilet.
It was surrounded by mud and stone walls a bit over a meter high, leaving a narrow little door. Inside were two stone slabs forming a squatting position, with a deep pit below the size of the toilet. I watched my mother go in, feeling around with her foot to find the squatting position, pulling down her pants, revealing a stretch of white flesh, then squatting down. I thought that must undoubtedly be her buttocks. To see more clearly, I walked to the door, but still couldn't see well, so I said, 'Jia Meirong, come here to pee.'
Mother hesitated for a moment, then walked over and squatted down beside me. A stream of golden liquid shot out from under her, splattering on the ground to form a small puddle, then slowly flowed towards where I stood between her legs, with some foam floating on top. The stream under her gradually thinned, starting to drip down one drop at a time.
I thought mother would stand up immediately, but after waiting for a while, she didn't. Suddenly, I heard a 'poof' sound; it turned out mother had farted. I saw a dark little hole in the middle of her snow-white buttocks expanding and contracting, her white buttocks straining to push out a piece of feces. I was so excited I almost fainted.
Mother, her face flushed red, scolded, 'What's so interesting about a woman defecating? Get out...'
I said, 'I'm afraid you might commit suicide.'
I watched with righteous indignation, it excited me greatly. My mother, as beautiful as a fairy, was actually going to defecate in front of me! I had already smelled the fart she let out; although it was clearly a foul odor, finally, a brown object slowly squeezed out from her anus. I heard mother making 'oh... oh...' sounds, the brown feces forming a graceful arc as it grew longer outside her body, until it broke into two pieces in mid-air. I was completely intoxicated by the increasingly strong smell.
The piece of feces that fell to the ground seemed to still be steaming. I couldn't resist the urge to rush forward and kiss mother's anus. Mother said, 'Give me some paper!' I pulled her up abruptly, so she had to put on her pants without wiping her bottom.
Back at home, I said, 'Take off your pants, Jia Meirong, I need to check your buttocks.'
Mother said, 'Check what? There's feces!'
I said, 'I just saw something hidden inside. I want to see if it's intelligence you're colluding with foreign entities. Hurry up and take them off!'
Mother suddenly laughed, 'What intelligence? If you want to see, then see for yourself.' Mother pulled down her pants and let me touch, but all I found was a piece of blood-soaked toilet paper.
I waved it in front of mother's eyes and said triumphantly, 'What's this?'
Mother just smiled faintly, 'This is menstrual blood.'
I said, 'What menstrual blood or not, this is clearly a blood letter of your collusion with enemies abroad. I need to study it carefully and report to the organization.'
Mother laughed heartily, 'Go ahead and report, they will commend you.'
I said, 'Don't laugh, wait for your death sentence. Now, I need to feel around to see if there's anything else.'
Mother had no choice but to wait. A cold wind blew in through the door crack, making her shiver. After all, it was already December. I said, 'Put your hands on the stool, stick your buttocks out. You've hidden the intelligence in your anus!'
Mother's face turned red as she tried to hide it, and her beautiful buttocks kept squirming. I crawled on my knees behind her, a foul smell hitting my nose, and I noticed her anus was covered in thick black hair.
'Are you done looking?' Mother asked me.
I touched her anus with my hand, and a sudden urge to kiss it arose in me.
'I need to inspect it with my mouth,' I said seriously. 'Bend over and raise your buttocks.'
'No... you little beast, how shameful...' Mother said, but she helplessly bent her upper body down and raised her buttocks. Yet, I was still focused on touching. She said impatiently, 'I know what you want to do, stop hesitating, take off your pants and come!'
I said, blushing, 'You think I'm afraid? A revolutionary is fearless, not afraid of you.'
So I took off my clothes and stood in front of Mother. Maybe because it was cold, or maybe because I suddenly felt a bit of fear, I hugged my shoulders with my hands, and then saw Mother's smile—a bleak smile that made me even more uncomfortable, shivering all over.
I said angrily, 'Don't laugh,' and pushed her onto the bed, pouncing on her.
The sudden coldness of the bed made Mother shiver uncontrollably. I smirked triumphantly, 'What's the matter, scared now?' Then, with excitement, I stripped off her clothes until only two dark wire rings remained. After completing this, I paused, unsure of what to do next. Should I do it to her again? So, I mindlessly grabbed her breasts, kneading and kissing them. But what after the kisses? I had no idea. I didn't know how she would react.
But Mother had already seized me, her slender fingers gripping me painfully. She rubbed me against her lower body, leaving me in a mix of pain, itchiness, and despair. I looked up at her helplessly. Mother's eyes were closed, her face expressionless. My head drooped helplessly as I greedily licked her nipples with my tongue.
Mother's face gradually turned red, and suddenly she murmured, 'This is fine too, after all, it's all yours and your father's.' Mother then lifted herself and, to my surprise, took my penis into her mouth, licking it. A wave of pleasure washed over me.
'Mom...' I finally stopped calling her by her name.
Hearing this, Mother seemed excited, skillfully licking my large penis with her tongue, causing my muscles to contract involuntarily. A warm little mouth tightly sucked on my flesh, with a small tongue licking back and forth over the crown. I couldn't believe this was happening— the noble and beautiful Mother I imagined was now on top of me, sucking my erection like a prostitute, my penis swollen to its limit, big and hard.
Unaccustomed to such a situation, I quickly reached my limit, 'Mom... I... can't hold on...'
Hearing me, Mother increased her pace, and soon, a stream of hot semen shot out. Mother's mouth didn't leave, swallowing every last drop of my semen. Exhausted, I collapsed beside her, holding her body and saying, 'Mom, you're my good mom...'
'No, I'm not your mom, I'm a whore, I'm a prostitute!' Mother's eyes were filled with tears of grievance, traces of my semen still at the corner of her mouth. The two wire rings were still around her neck and waist, her naked body trembling uncontrollably.
"No, you are my mother!" I sat up and held my mother in my arms. She pushed slightly but remained seated in my embrace. "Mother, why did you leave me and father?"
"That man is not your father!" My mother calmed her emotions, smoothed her hair with her hand, and slowly began to tell me about her past.
It turned out that my mother had been childhood sweethearts with the County Chief's Son since they were young. They got engaged when she was eighteen, and on the night of their engagement, they secretly ate the forbidden fruit, resulting in me. But two months later, our hometown was liberated, my biological father fled, and the laborer, Chang Gong, took advantage of the chaos to violate her and forced her to marry him. I was born a few months later. My mother waited for an opportunity to escape to another village, never expecting that someone would recognize her this year and bring her back.
"I thought I was surely going to die this time, never expecting such an outcome." My mother cried as she told me everything, and I was in tears.
"Ah, mother! My dear mother, you have suffered so much. Your son is not human, kill me!"
Impulsively, I took a kitchen knife from the kitchen, knelt before the bed, and handed it to my mother. She grabbed the knife and moved it towards her neck, but I rushed over and tightly held her hand, taking the knife away.
"Don't stop me, child, let me die. How could I face anyone after this!"
My mother hugged me with one arm, trying hard to take the knife back. Seeing her so agitated, I, in a moment of heat, impulsively said, "Fine, mother, let's die together then."
"Child, no!" Seeing my intention to commit suicide, my mother quickly stopped me, snatched the knife away, and threw it aside. She held me as we cried together. After a while, our sobs gradually ceased. It was then I realized both my mother and I were naked. She, too, noticed this, her cheeks blushing, her body trembling slightly as she covered her private parts, which only made her appear more alluring. I turned away, but my disobedient member stood erect like an iron rod, prominently displayed before my mother.
I couldn't help but stammer, "Mother, what should we do?"
Being eighteen years older than me, she hesitated for a moment before whispering, "Child, do you like your mother?"
"Of course I like you, mother."
"If that's the case, my child, many of the world's so-called truths are actually deceiving. Like the matter between your father and me, since people think we shouldn't do certain things, we are all the more determined to do them. We want to betray this world because it betrayed us first."
"Mom, what are you talking about...?" I looked at my mother, puzzled.
"What a silly son! Don't you understand? Let me ask you, did you feel good just now?" My mother asked slowly, her face blushing with shyness as she looked at me.
I suddenly understood what my mother meant. I went up and wrapped my arms around her slender waist, placing my mouth near her ear. Whispering to her while blowing gently, I said, "Mom, you're so good. I swear, I will make you very happy."
My mother placed her hand on my lower body, her voice trembling as she said, "Tou'er, do you know? I've always called you Tou'er because you were stolen by me from your father."
I said, "Mom, then can I call you Rong'er? You're my dear Rong'er!"
"You talk so sweetly, why don't you act?" My mother said shyly.
Looking at my beautiful mother, I removed the steel ring from her body. Her legs were spread apart, filled with desire—her unprecedented longing made her pubic hair stand on end. And that slit was opening more and more wantonly, with glistening liquid flowing out from it. Ah, that was indeed a wonderful place.
Her eyes slightly closed, her uncontrollable desire made her even more beautiful. Yes, I found the most beautiful place was that part of her—so vivid, like spring descending upon the frozen, hardened Gobi Desert; and her tightly tensed legs; even her flushed face was ten times more attractive than usual.
I lay on my mother's distinctly curved, delicate body, gazing at her lightly flushed, gorgeous face, feeling that tonight she was even more radiant and moving. Her two nipples trembled slightly with her delicate gasps, her seductive eyes narrowed into a line, as if telling of her endless affection. Her sexy, crimson lips were slightly parted, waiting for my embrace and kiss.
Her naked body lay beneath me, yet I remained calm and unhurried to mount. My large penis had made initial contact with her lower body, my mouth sealed over her sensual red lips, the glans lightly skimming over her moist entrance, teasing her delicate folds until she was wet with desire, my hands kneading her full, soft breasts.
Unable to endure my torment, after sixteen years without a man's touch, and the previous nights' encounters unknown to her, my mother's ample hips began to sway and lift, eager to guide my large penis into her itching vagina. Yet, as she lifted, I withdrew, maintaining the glans' teasing dance around her sensitive lips.
From her lips escaped cries: 'Ah... itchy... so itchy... thief... you... wicked... hurry... faster... put... your big penis... inside... mommy's... little wet hole... give... give me... pleasure... little... wet... hole... so itchy...'
Complaining of my torment, her pleading eyes begged pitifully. Her waist swayed, her generous hips rocked, betraying her little wet hole's hunger. Under my teasing, she cast aside all shame, grasping my large penis, begging: 'Ah... ah... mommy can't... take it... hurry... put it in... the little wet hole... don't... torment... mommy anymore... little... wet hole... is... is going to itch to death...'
A mischievous thought struck me, and I asked her: 'Mommy, what do you want me to do?'
'I... want you to fuck me!'
'I'm your son, how can you use such crude words? Choose another!'
'Screw me.'
'Another word!'
'Do me.'
'Another word!'
'Have me.'
'Again.'
'Fuck me to death!'
'Change!'
'Screw me to death.'
'Change!'
'Mate with me.'
'Change!'
'Have sex with me.'
'Change!'
'Do me to death!'
'Change!'
'Have me to death!'
'Change!'
'Do revolutionary work with you.'
"Yes, it's about doing revolutionary work with me." I finally found a balance between revolution and my mother. Her high-pitched, delicate cries sounded like celestial music to my ears. My lips kissed the full nipples, tickling her to excitement. I kept kissing the mature red cherries on her two breast buds, the passionate stimulation repeatedly shaking her heart.
At this moment, my mother could no longer control her reason and was about to excite herself to self-indulgence. Only then did I place her two pink legs on my shoulders, put a pillow under her full, plump buttocks, making her already full and plump, hairy little hole stand out even more prominently. Holding my big cock, I dipped it into the lustful fluid flowing from her little hole, pressed against her hot little lips, and with a forceful thrust of my buttocks, with a "squelch" sound, I drove my big cock four or five inches into my mother's little hole.
Unexpectedly, my mother's little mouth cried out in pain: "Oh... Tou'er... slow... slow down... Mommy's... little hole... hurts so much... the big cock... is too... thick... wait... wait for Mommy's... fluid... to lubricate... before... before inserting... again..."
Seeing my mother crying out in pain, although my big cock was being squeezed comfortably by her little plump hole, I dared not recklessly ravage her. So, I switched to a grinding method, slowly twisting my buttocks to let my big cock rotate inside her little hole.
My gentle actions ignited my mother's desire to a high flame, and she moaned and cried out as if in a dream: "Ah!... Tou'er... oh... dear husband... Mommy's... good son... you... use... more force... it's okay... ah... that's right... just... like this... oh... oh... grind... grind... there... just... there... so... itchy... oh... oh... harder... harder... ah... ah..."
Following her instructions, I twisted my buttocks, moving my big cock left and right, up and down, sometimes lightly tapping, sometimes pressing heavily. My mother also lifted and shook her big buttocks upwards, making her little plump hole and my big cock join more tightly, her little mouth also crying out lustfully.
"Ah... thrust... harder... dear hus...band... fuck Mommy... to death... I'm... so comfortable... Mommy... can't... hold... back... anymore... I'm... going to... cum... ah—－Long live the revolution—－Long live my son"
Hearing my mother's cries only excited me more, my movements becoming faster and deeper, until her juices were flowing nonstop, and the depths of her little hole were clenching tightly around the head of my cock. My mother was drenched in sweat, her cherry lips slightly parted, her beautiful face displaying the blissful expression of sexual satisfaction as she moaned and cried out.
"Ah... Mommy's... good... thief... you... you're really... amazing... that big cock... is... is about to... kill... Mommy... oh... dear son... little... husband... you've really... revolutionized... Mommy's... life... my... juices... are... all... dried up... how come... you... haven't... cum yet... little... darling... Mommy... begs you... quickly... shoot your... sperm... into... Mommy's... little hole... okay... little... devil... if you... keep going... Mommy... will be... fucked to death... by you... oh oh..."
After a night of intense battle, my big cock was painfully hard. With a few final thrusts deep into my mother's core, her flower heart sucked on my cock like a baby nursing, and then in a moment of pure ecstasy, "Splat! Splat!" I shot thick streams of cum straight into her womb. Lying on her delicate body, we trembled and clung tightly to each other, floating into a blissful realm like immortals.
From then on, all of my mother's and my energy was devoted to the revolutionary work we carried out at night. We were obsessed with our revolutionary tasks, tirelessly, night after night, as if all our days existed solely for the nights. In my daze, I even vaguely felt that this must be the fruit of revolution!
What do revolutionaries fight for? Isn't it to combat capitalism, criticize revisionism, and sprint into communism? With endless food to eat and clothes to wear, what more does a person need? Isn't it to possess the woman one loves? And now, I no longer worry about food or clothing, I have the woman I love, and I can engage in revolutionary work every day. I must have entered communism! So the great goal can be this simple after all. I couldn't help but feel proud of myself.
My mother gently asked by my side, "What are you laughing at?"
I looked at her and nodded happily, "I've entered communist society!"
(The End)