Editor's note: Some say my articles lack depth. Upon reviewing, I found them somewhat hollow, hence this addition.
Chapter one has been revised. Regarding the pace of development between the protagonist and his mother, I personally feel it's a bit fast. However, considering their mutual fondling during the protagonist's childhood as a foundation, detailing how the mother gradually yielded to the protagonist from age eight to sixteen would not satisfy some readers.
I'm not one for beating around the bush—I prefer to get straight to the point without unnecessary chatter. So, I apologize if this isn't up to par. Rewriting is beyond me; this isn't formal writing meant for publication but something more personal. I'll do my best, but it is what it is—perhaps not as thrilling as others' works, but I aim to stay true to my style. With only a bit of inspiration each day, without your support, my confidence wanes, and I might just leave it unfinished, haha.
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As the sun set, its golden rays bathed the mysterious and ancient village, safeguarding its traditions and the hearts of its people through millennia. The farmers, bent from a day's labor, finally straightened up, breathing a sigh of relief. The golden glow on their sun-bronzed faces momentarily transformed them into valiant warriors, yet unlike warriors, their faces bore simple smiles. Hoisting their tools, they hummed mountain tunes, hastening towards their warm homes.
"Hey ho..."
From the opposite hill, the first voice rang out, "Golden faces, oh, joyful hearts, oh, the lovely lass across the way, oh, you're the masterpiece of Nuwa, oh, sing out loud, oh, hey ho..."
The lovely lass on the opposite hill giggled like silver bells, swaying her slender waist with a coquettish hum, and sang back, "Who might you be? Who might you be? A toad leaped from the Green Dragon Pond, oh, an old ox grazing by the White Tiger Spring, oh, big sister's got no time, oh, to hear your song, oh, go back home, oh, dare to laugh at sister, oh, and your wife will twist your ears off, oh."
"Hahahaha..."
Villagers nearby, carrying their farming tools, burst into laughter at the sight of the man descending the hill.
"Yu Sao's sharp tongue is too much for anyone. Shunzi, think twice before flirting with a beauty again?"
Shunzi blushed, shaking his head with a laugh, gazing absentmindedly as the graceful Yu Sao approached, then chuckled foolishly again.
"Shunzi, aren't you afraid Bǎo Shān will teach you a lesson for always having ideas about Yù Sǎo? Yù Sǎo is the village's first beauty, not someone you can just tease. Hahahaha."
Shunzi knew he was in the wrong. Yù Sǎo, who was walking by, gave him a look with her phoenix eyes that was both reproachful and coquettish, fully displaying a woman's charm. Shunzi blushed, picked up his hoe, and ran off.
Yù Sǎo was so amused she bent her slender waist and giggled.
"Yù Sǎo, when is Bǎo Shān coming back?"
Yù Sǎo gave the speaker a charmingly reproachful look with her phoenix eyes and said, "What's it to you? With my man not home, everyone's trying to take advantage of this little wife."
"Look at you, I was just asking. You say Bǎo Shān is out there fooling around, leaving you in the village. What if he's keeping another woman outside? Wouldn't you be at a big loss then?"
Yù Sǎo gave a coquettish humph: "Jinx, always talking nonsense. Go, go, go home and hug your own wife. Why worry about others? Humph."
Yù Sǎo twisted her slender waist and walked off on her own. The men behind admired her beautiful back, fantasizing about her perky bottom swaying as she walked, their thoughts wandering uncontrollably.
"Hey, hey, hey, Xiaoyao, Yù Sǎo's butt is really perky."
Erhu, who was sitting on a snow-white stone tiger at the village entrance, whispered to me, who was riding a stone dragon not far away.
Yù Sǎo had just entered the village entrance. Used to seeing children playing on the stone tiger and dragon, she didn't say anything, humming a tune as she walked into the village. Her ears must have been sharp, for her phoenix eyes glared at Erhu as she said, "What did you say, you little brat?"
Erhu ducked his head and didn't dare answer.
I jumped off the stone dragon with a grin, looked at Yù Sǎo's pretty face, and said, "Yù Sǎo, Erhu said you're as beautiful as the Goddess Nüwa."
Seeing me, Yù Sǎo immediately beamed, bent her slender waist to pinch my little cheek, her fragrance wafting over me. Yù Sǎo really smelled nice. She laughed and said, "Xiaoyao knows how to talk. Such a sweet little mouth."
Then, looking at my young face and those dreamy eyes, she sighed, "Look at you, look at you. Even now, you're so handsome. When you grow up, you'll surely be the bane of women."
I laughed and said, "Yu Sao, you just got married to Baoshan Ge, right?"
Yu Sao nodded and said, "Yes, it's been a month, what about it?"
I said with a grin, "When I grow up, I want to marry someone as beautiful as Yu Sao."
Yu Sao giggled, then pinched my cheek and said, "Your mouth is as sweet as honey, always knowing what to say. Then you better work hard and grow up quickly. You're only eight now, it's a long way off. When you grow up, I'll play matchmaker for you."
I chuckled, and Yu Sao said, "It's getting late, hurry back."
After saying that, Yu Sao turned and left.
But I turned to Er Hu and scolded, "Er Hu, damn you, stop talking nonsense, let's go home."
Yu Sao was taken aback, stopped in her tracks, then giggled, shaking her head as she looked at me and said, "This kid."
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My name is Yang Xiaoyao, and I'm the only child in the family.
For a person, especially one living in the countryside, sexual enlightenment comes relatively late. Although in the countryside, when we kids fought or argued, we often said things like 'damn you,' none of us had actually seen a woman's 'private parts.' And certainly not our own mother's.
Before I was born, my father had a fiery temper and often beat my mother. But after I was born, a smile appeared on my mother's face, which had been devoid of joy. She was delighted to have a son like me.
In the countryside, arranged marriages were common. My mother was originally a great beauty but had no choice in the matter and ended up marrying my father in a daze. So, my mother had no happiness to speak of. But after I was born, she no longer cared about my father's temper and took meticulous care of me, spoiling me especially.
They say a son is close to his mother, that a son is his mother's first lover. So, I was always clinging to my mother, often nestling in her arms to act spoiled. By the time I was eight, I had already been weaned, but I still liked to knead my mother's ample breasts. My mother would always blush on her pretty face, letting me do as I pleased.
Sometimes, when no one was around, she would lift her clothes to show me her snow-white, large breasts. At that time, I didn't understand what desire was, and just giggled as I grabbed my mother's large breasts with my small hands. The snow-white breasts, soft and smooth, changed shapes under my tiny hands. Sometimes, my mother would close her eyes in enjoyment, letting out low moans from her throat.
At this moment, perhaps because my kneading had stirred her desire, my mother quickly stopped me, opened my small hands, and said with a blushing face, 'Don't be naughty, you little rascal.'
I was a bit upset because I couldn't play with my mother's large breasts anymore, but she doted on me very much and whispered in my ear, 'You naughty boy, still acting spoiled at this age. When you grow up, you can't touch here anymore. When you grow up and have a wife, if she likes it, you can touch as much as you want.'
At that time, I didn't understand what she meant. I blinked my eyes, also hoping that I could grow up quickly.
My mother wasn't very tall, about 165cm, but she had a petite, voluptuous, and fiery figure. Her full breasts were my favorite.
But what moved my heart the most was her plump, perfectly shaped, incredibly soft large buttocks. When she walked, they swayed from side to side, especially when she was cooking or doing laundry. Standing up, she would stick out her large buttocks, highlighting the two fleshy buttocks cheeks. As she worked, the fleshy buttocks swayed left and right, with the deep, unseen crevice between them faintly visible, making one curious to explore what was inside.
In our place, women with large buttocks are said to be blessed, with strong sexual desires and many children bringing much happiness. But my mother only had me and didn't have any more children. It wasn't that she couldn't have more; we just didn't know the reason.
My mother loved beauty. Although we lived in the countryside, she always used rural and wild skincare specialties to make herself more beautiful. She loved changing her hairstyle, always trying a new one, looking in the mirror, and then asking me, 'Son, is mom beautiful?'
I would giggle and say, 'Mom is as beautiful as the fairies on TV.'
Touched, my mother would laugh and give me a kiss.
In my memory, my mother never asked my father this question.
Dad was rarely home, so Mom would have me sleep with her, cuddling me and humming lullabies to help me drift off. Sometimes, I would fall asleep with her nipple in my mouth, and other times, I'd boldly reach out to touch her large buttocks, only to have my hand swatted away by her. She wouldn't let me touch her there. Perhaps because her large breasts had fed me as a baby, she allowed me to play with them, but the area between her buttocks was the most private part of a woman, and she maintained her feminine reserve, not letting her son touch her there.
Time flies like a white horse galloping past a gap. I didn't let Sister Yu and Mom down. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, another eight years had passed, and I had grown into a handsome sixteen-year-old lad. It was said that Sister Yu had finally given birth to a chubby baby boy that year. Every time I passed by her house, she would be sitting at the door, bickering with her mother-in-law inside who was soothing the baby, while cracking melon seeds with a 'click, click, click,' her face showing a mix of sass and indifference. Yet, it was clear that women who love cracking melon seeds and bickering are often lonely.
From a distance, I noticed that Sister Yu had transformed from the young bride with a tinkling laugh into a mature twenty-eight-year-old woman, somewhat reminiscent of Wang Xifeng. Coincidentally, her full name was Li Yufeng. The slightly more educated villagers who had read 'Dream of the Red Chamber' called her 'Feng Spice.' However, since Bao Shan had become an official in town in recent years and was educated, the villagers, maintaining their traditional respect for scholars, continued to call her Sister Yu, except for elders and relatives who called her by her name.
That year, during my summer vacation, I returned from town. After walking for a day, I passed by Sister Yu's house. As usual, she was sitting at the door, cracking melon seeds with a 'click, click, click,' not saying a word. From afar, her demeanor and beauty hadn't changed a bit over the eight years. She always loved wearing red, which made her look perpetually young.
Looking up and seeing me, a smile that seemed long absent suddenly bloomed on her face, and she called out in a clear, bell-like voice, 'Xiaoyao, are you on vacation?'
I responded with a 'hmm,' my throat dry, and felt the urge to approach this beautiful woman to get a better look at her. After all, she was the village's number one beauty. What man wouldn't want to get closer to see her? But with her fiery temper, which man dared to cross the line?
I was just about to walk over when suddenly, a baby's cry came from Yu Sao's house.
Yu Sao threw away the melon seeds in her hand, exclaimed 'Ah!', showing a very annoyed expression, twisted her perky buttocks, and walked into the house. From a distance, I noticed that Yu Sao, who had just given birth, seemed to have a much larger, fleshier, and even more perky buttocks. It wasn't as super fleshy as my mom's, but it perfectly matched her graceful figure.
I intended to get a closer look at Yu Sao's beauty, and more importantly, I wanted to see her buttocks up close. For some reason, probably influenced by my mom's large buttocks, I really like women's buttocks.
Then, I heard a quarrel break out inside the house.
'You useless old woman, I asked you to watch the baby, and you fell asleep. Look, the bed is wet again. You're good for nothing.'
Hearing Yu Sao's fiery voice, I couldn't help but laugh. Yu Sao hadn't changed a bit.
Inside the house, probably her mother-in-law, said aggrievedly, 'Ah! After all, I am your mother-in-law. You keep cursing me as a useless old woman every day. I'll have Bao Shan come back and teach you a lesson.'
'Hmph, doesn't Bao Shan listen to me? Stop scaring me with your useless son. I'm so tired of your whole family, not a single one of you is any good. And you say there's something wrong with me. Look, I've given birth to a son for you, and your son, it was only after going to the hospital that his condition was treated. Useless, useless.'
I heard her mother-in-law start to sob at this point.
'What are you crying for? You're driving me crazy. I'm going back to my parents' house in a few days.'
I shrugged my shoulders. Well, so much for my beautiful dream. It's hard for an outsider to settle a family dispute. It wouldn't be good for me to go in now to ask for water. Besides, home was very close, I might as well go back. I turned and left, hearing Yu Sao come out behind me, seeing me leave, she called out, 'Xiao Yao, come visit me when you have time. There's something I want to ask you.'
I responded with a distant 'Oh.' and continued on my way home.
Passing by a cornfield, I heard someone panting rapidly inside the corn stalks, a man and a woman, the woman seemed to be struggling with 'Mmm' sounds, her voice full of reluctance.
My sexual awakening probably began around this time. I often heard a naive boy in my class being teased by others, saying that his parents would moan 'mmm' under the covers at night. He claimed his father often hit his mother like that. We didn't understand why a woman would moan 'mmm' when a man hit her, instead of crying out in pain.
Perhaps it was because I was growing up and starting to have those needs, my heart began to pound 'thump thump thump'. The desire to peek and the budding lust in my heart suddenly left me breathless.
Just as I was about to part the cornfield, I heard the woman say reluctantly, 'Fu Gen, don't. Someone might see us. Let me go. It's my first time.'
I wondered, what does 'first time' mean?
Fu Gen was a young man from our village, often called a fool by others, known for his improper behavior. He frequently flirted with young wives and widows, leading a promiscuous life. My mother often warned me not to even speak to him, saying he was utterly wicked.
From the woman's voice, it seemed to be Qiu Xiang, the young widow from the Li family. Rumor had it she was a 'white tiger'—a woman without any pubic hair. Her husband was so shocked on their wedding night when he saw her smooth thighs devoid of any hair that he was scared to death. Country folks, being superstitious, believed a 'white tiger' woman was a demon who would bring misfortune to her husband. Thus, the young widow was left to mourn.
No wonder it was her first time. Fu Gen was getting lucky.
I only heard Qiu Xiang moan 'mmm' and say, 'Don't touch me there. I... am an unlucky woman. Aren't you afraid I'll bring you misfortune?'
Fu Gen chuckled and said, 'They say a white tiger woman brings misfortune to her husband, but I'm not your husband, so you can't bring me any harm. Come on. You married such a coward who didn't even know how to enjoy a woman. A woman without hair, so smooth, must feel amazing.'
Qiu Xiang shyly moaned 'mmm' and said, 'Don't say such embarrassing things, you bad man.'
I couldn't take it anymore. Unconsciously, something in my pants was pushing up. I pressed down on my pants, only to realize my erection. Overwhelmed with tension and excitement, I slightly parted the cornfield.
Oh my God! What did I just see.
Qiu Xiang's floral-edged jeans were already hanging around her calves, her pink underwear just pulled down to her thighs. She was leaning against a corn stalk, her small, fair, and perky buttocks raised high. The usually tight crevice between her buttocks was now open, revealing a slightly wrinkled and quivering little anus that resembled a small whirlpool. Below, her full, bun-like female genitalia, with a narrow, pink slit, was slightly parted due to her excitement, the tender flesh inside glistening with moisture, and a small droplet hanging from the tiny bud at the bottom, presenting a scene of extreme lewdness.
This was my first time seeing a woman's buttocks and the sexual organ nestled between them. How could I not be excited? I felt the flesh rod I usually pee with suddenly stiffen, pushing against my pants.
Shy, Qiu Xiang buried her head in her hands, her slender, jade-like legs trembling slightly.
What a charming and seductive widow's flower.
Fu Gen had already taken off his pants, revealing his dark, not very long or thick, but erect member, covered with small, swollen bumps on the foreskin due to excitement.
Fu Gen kneaded Qiu Xiang's small buttocks with both hands, lowering his head to kiss the flesh of her buttocks.
I didn't know how this guy managed to make the young widow Qiu Xiang submit to him. Looking at the small bumps on his member, I didn't understand what they were, but I once accompanied my mother to the hospital and passed by the men's department, where I heard a man telling the doctor that his member had these small bumps, and the doctor said it was syphilis.
At the time, I didn't know what syphilis was, but people who went to the hospital for it probably had some disease. It must be a kind of illness. I asked my mother about it, and she told me not to ask too many questions, saying it was a venereal disease.
Qiu Xiang was considered a good woman. I didn't know what was on her mind, but when I was a child, I often saw her sitting alone in the yard looking at flowers after school. She was a very beautiful woman, rarely smiling, except when she saw me coming home from school, she would always greet me with a smile, saying, 'Xiao Yao, back from school?'
I had grown accustomed to Sister Qiu Xiang's greetings. It seemed she only smiled when she saw me.
I wondered what was wrong with Sister Qiu Xiang today? Was she lonely? It was so easy for her to be humiliated by a little hooligan like this. I couldn't accept it.
I saw Fugen's disgusting glans slide over Qiuxiang's labia, and he said, 'Beauty, bear with it, I'm coming.'
Suddenly, I saw two streaks of tears slide down Qiuxiang's jade-like face.
My heart ached, and I immediately parted the cornfield. Taking advantage of Fugen's inattention, I tightened my grip on my schoolbag, and the metallic pencil case inside it clanged against Fugen's lifeless head.
Qiuxiang let out a startled 'Ah,' hurriedly pulled up her pants, and upon seeing it was me, buried her face in her hands in shame, squatting on the ground as she cried.
Fugen, holding his bleeding head, sat down heavily, flattening a patch of cornfield beneath him.
Furious, I kicked Fugen again and cursed, 'Idiot! Screw your mother, all you know is bullying young wives. I'll beat you to death, you son of a bitch.'
Fugen was several years older than me and could easily overpower me. I had only managed to catch him off guard, leaving him no chance to fight back.
I kicked him a few more times. Fugen glared at me like an angry Buddha but suddenly lost his nerve, covering his head, pulling up his pants, and pointing at me as he hurled a few curses.
I kicked him a few more times and said, 'Son of a bitch, believe it or not, I'll tell the village chief and have the police station arrest you!'
At this point, Fugen panicked but pretended to be full of confidence as he pointed at me and said, 'You wait, I'll settle accounts with you later.'
Fugen wiped the blood off his face. Afraid he might lunge at me, I raised my schoolbag again. Fugen backed away, watching me as he cursed his way out of the cornfield.
Only then did I relax. Looking at Qiuxiang, I saw her pants were up but not fastened, her pink panties still visible.
I helped Qiuxiang up. She cried like a pear tree in the rain, her sobs shaking my heart. Remembering the lewd posture Qiuxiang had been in earlier, my member stiffened again. Taking advantage of her uncontrollable sobs and feeling no one was around, I felt myself succumbing to bad intentions. Swallowing hard, I felt like my pants were about to burst, and I really wanted to push this young widow down.
Feeling too ashamed to face anyone, Qiuxiang pushed me away, giving me a resentful look. Suddenly noticing the bulge in my pants, like a small umbrella, she was both embarrassed and angry, thinking I was no different from Fugen. She pushed me away, covering her mouth as she ran out of the cornfield, crying.
I sighed, touching my member, which refused to soften.
Picking up my schoolbag, I swaggered back home.
Hearing someone singing softly and clearly in the yard, it was Mom. Mom had her own hobbies, perhaps beautiful women all have beautiful voices, I loved listening to Mom sing.
After returning home, Mom was squatting in front of the laundry basin washing clothes, dressed lightly, which already highlighted her plump and elegant mature woman's figure. Mom was only wearing a small women's tank top, from behind it was clear that the tank top couldn't contain her full, almost bursting large breasts, which trembled up and down with her washing movements.
But looking down, at my age, a vague desire had begun to emerge. Mom was squatting on the ground, singing as if no one else was around, but her light and casual shorts couldn't contain her plump large buttocks. Because she was squatting, a large part of her fair buttocks were exposed outside the pants, exceptionally pleasing to the eye under the sunlight. The crevice between those two snow-white buttocks extended all the way to where the pants covered, making one always want to continue looking, but it was blocked by the pants.
At that moment, I felt an inexplicable surge of desire in my pants, rubbed my about-to-erect penis, swallowed my saliva. The sight of Yu Sao's perky buttocks that had grown larger after childbirth, and Qiu Xiang's small and delicate buttocks, gave me immense stimulation all at once. I really couldn't hold back, but after all, she was my own mother, how could I treat her like that?
So, like when I was a child, I playfully hugged Mom from behind, but involuntarily, my considerable meat rod pressed against Mom's buttock crevice through the pants, randomly thrusting and rubbing up and down in the crevice, giving me an inexplicable comfort from the bottom of my heart.
My small hands reached to Mom's chest, grabbing her large breasts, kneading them while softly whispering in her ear, 'Mom, you sing so beautifully.'
Mom was startled by my sudden attack, let out a delicate cry, turned her head with seductive eyes, lightly slapped my hand, and said, 'You're back? Are you hungry? There's food in the pot, kept warm for you.'
Suddenly, I felt my erection pressing against her plump buttocks, her pretty face flushed red, and she was panting slightly. At this moment, she couldn't let go of a woman's shyness and the taboo between mother and son. She didn't know whether to hit me or scold me, just gave me a flirtatious glance and softly said, 'You little rascal, stop fooling around.'
Just as Mom was about to struggle, her legs, which had been squatting, must have gone numb, causing her to lose her balance and fall back into my arms. I sat down on the ground and simply held her like that, continuing to knead her voluptuous breasts, while my erection, pressed against her plump buttocks, throbbed, making my heart race. I really wished I could hold her like this forever and never let go.
Because of the earlier stimulation from Qiu Xiang, I kept wanting to vent on Mom, as there are no precautions between family members. I wouldn't dare to lay a hand on anyone else.
Mom, panting heavily, turned her head and said, 'Sweetie, stop fooling around. What would people think if they saw us? We're mother and son.'
I hugged Mom tightly, reluctant to let go, and whispered in her ear like a lover, 'Mom, Dad doesn't treat you well, but I do. A son is born to take care of his mother, and I want to take care of you for the rest of your life.'
Mom looked at me moved for a long time, then kissed me on the cheek and said, 'Silly child, you'll grow up and marry a wife. Having a son like you is the happiest thing in my life. Since I had you, Mom doesn't care about anything else.'
Suddenly, I remembered the moment Qiu Xiang stuck out her butt, and my erection throbbed again. I deliberately rubbed it against Mom's plump buttocks through my pants and asked, 'Mom, what is syphilis?'
Mom asked strangely, 'Why are you suddenly asking about that? You're still too young to know about such things.'
I said indignantly, 'I'm not that young, Mom. Today, I saw Fu Gen trying to... to bully Sister Qiu Xiang, and Sister Qiu Xiang stuck her butt out. Fu Gen had some red, swollen bumps on his thing. Does he have a disease?'
Mom looked at me in shock and asked, 'You really saw that?'
I nodded and said, 'Yes, Mom, I'm not that young.'
Mom, her face red, asked, 'You saw Qiu Xiang stick her... her butt out?'
I nodded mischievously and reached out to touch my mom's beautiful buttocks. She froze for a moment, feeling my hand on her bottom, then quickly pulled my hand away, saying, 'Don't be naughty.'
I whispered softly in my mom's ear, 'Mom, Qiu Xiang's butt is really pretty, and... and, there's not a single hair in the middle of Qiu Xiang's butt. Is she a white tiger?'
My mom's face turned red as she looked at me tenderly and said, 'Child, you're growing up. You're too young to see such things. Did Qiu Xiang agree to this? She's not that kind of person.'
I recounted the incident to her.
My mom looked at me affectionately, kissed my cheek, and said, 'My son is quite the protector of women. Now tell me, who's prettier, your sister Qiu Xiang or your mom?'
As I kneaded my mom's large breasts and clumsily licked her snow-white neck, I said, 'In this world, mom is the most beautiful woman.'
My mom giggled and said gently, 'Good son, it seems I didn't give birth to you for nothing. Now, be good and go eat. Mom needs to do the laundry.'
I refused to let go, holding onto my mom and glancing around to make sure no one was coming. Then I whispered in her ear, 'Mom, after seeing Qiu Xiang's butt, I feel really uncomfortable down there. I really want to touch a woman's butt. Mom, can I touch yours?'
My mom's face turned red as her delicate hand gently reached under her buttocks, touching my erection. Even through my pants, she could feel the heat. Struggling with the taboo of our mother-son relationship, she panted, her beautiful face so red it seemed to drip with water. Then she giggled and said, 'You little pervert, I'm your mom. You can touch my breasts, but my butt and... that place are reserved for your dad because he's my man, and you're my son. No, understand?'
I said somewhat unhappily, 'Dad always hits you. When has he ever loved you? At school, I always think of you. The longer I'm away, the more I miss you.'
I touched a nerve with Mom, her eyes reddening instantly. After a long pause, she said, 'I miss you too, but... but after all, we're mother and son. If we did what your dad and I did, how could I face anyone? What would the village think of our family if they found out?'
I grinned mischievously and said, 'We just won't let anyone know, Mom. Please, I'm really uncomfortable down there.'
Mom looked at me with seductive eyes, teasingly calling me a 'little pervert.'
She took my hand and placed it on her butt. Overjoyed, I didn't wait for her to guide me and reached to undo the front of her pants. Startled, Mom quickly pressed my hand down, saying, 'No, Xiaoyao, you can only touch my butt over the pants. We can't go any further than this as mother and son.'
I whispered in her ear, 'Mom, I can't feel your big butt through the pants. I want to touch your soft, big butt with my hands, skin to skin, okay? Mom?'
Mom rolled her eyes at me and undid her pants herself, saying, 'Only the butt, don't touch anything else.'
I nodded eagerly like a pestle pounding garlic, and Mom undid her pants.
With her pants loosened, Mom blushed and shyly whispered, 'Alright, put your hands in the back of my pants and touch.'
My hands slid into Mom's loosened pants, touching the soft flesh of her butt. The excitement made me tremble. Both hands went in, spreading her panties, and I mischievously squeezed the flesh of her butt.
Mom let out a soft 'ah,' looking at me with seductive eyes, chiding, 'Gently, you little rascal.'
I caressed carefully, just like kneading Mom's large breasts, but the feeling was different. The flesh of her butt was incredibly soft, like cotton to the touch.
Panting softly, Mom lay in my arms, lifting her butt and swaying slightly to match my caresses. Her body trembled slightly as she murmured incoherently, 'Son, you're so bad, touching me feels so good.'
I excitedly nibbled on Mom's earlobe, my fingers mischievously touching her cute little anus, causing her to tremble and slap me, saying, 'Don't touch there, it's dirty.'
I continued to knead, the flesh of Mom's buttocks changing shape in my hands, as if I were trying to squeeze something out, though it was just two intoxicating cheeks of flesh.
Mom let out soft moans of 'ah, ah,' and suddenly I felt something wet on her buttocks. Curious, I continued to caress, the wetness serving as a lubricant, making her buttocks slippery under my touch. I whispered in her ear, 'Mom, your butt is wet, what is it?'
Mom shyly replied, 'Don't say such things, it feels so good, keep touching.'
As I tentatively moved lower, Mom suddenly pressed her raised buttocks down, trapping my hand, and panted, 'Don't go any lower, good boy, you can't touch there.'
Defiantly, I lifted Mom's buttocks with one hand and suddenly reached between her legs with the other, my fingers accidentally slipping into a wet, slippery crevice. I couldn't help but stir it with my finger—ah! So soft, wet, and slippery.
Ah! Mom doesn't have any hair there, she's a 'white tiger.'
The sensation on my hand told me that there wasn't a single hair between Mom's smooth thighs.
Mom suddenly trembled and pulled my hand away, angrily saying, 'Bad boy, who told you to touch there?'
Seeing Mom angry, I panicked. Her beautiful face still flushed with excitement, yet her angry expression was both adorable and pitiable.
I lowered my head, my eyes reddening, and timidly said, 'Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I couldn't help it. Today, I saw how beautiful Qiu Xiang Jie was there, so smooth, and I couldn't resist touching. I didn't expect that you, Mom...'
A slap landed with a 'smack.' I looked at Mom in disbelief, covering my stinging cheek, and cried out of grievance.
It was the first time Mom had ever hit me.
Mom scolded gently, "You're learning bad habits, where is that you should touch? I am your mother."
I lowered my head and sobbed.
Mom's heart softened, she held me in her arms and said, "Good son, mom shouldn't have hit you, you shouldn't touch mom there, that's mom's pain. Because of this, your dad hits me, saying I bring misfortune to my husband."
I hugged mom and said understandingly, "Mom, I was wrong, you are my mom, you don't bring misfortune to your husband, everything about mom is beautiful."
Mom looked at me with teary eyes, moved and speechless for a long time. She inadvertently looked down and saw the high tent in my pants, couldn't help but laugh through tears. Before I could react, mom untied my belt, my thick and sizable meat stick could rival dad's.
Seeing my meat stick spring out like a giant dragon, mom couldn't help but cover her mouth with her delicate hand, joy and shyness overflowing. She was no stranger to my meat stick, often playing with my undeveloped little cock when I was a child. I didn't feel much then, but as I grew, so did my cock, and mom rarely touched it anymore.
Mom shyly gave me a white glance, gently held my big meat stick with her delicate hand and started stroking up and down. I threw my head back in pleasure, my butt lifting with each stroke from mom, it felt so good I almost peed.
Mom was too shy to look at me, glancing at me then quickly looking away as if shocked, finally murmuring, "Son has grown up, he's a man now."
I remembered Fu Gen's meat stick almost entering Qiu Xiang's meat bun, I also wanted mom to let me do that, but mom wouldn't let me touch there, I didn't have the courage to say it.
As mom continued stroking, she softly said, "Son, if it feels good, just let it out, holding it in is bad."
My face turned red with effort, I shook my head and said, "Mom, I can't pee, I, I saw Fu Gen's almost go into sister Qiu Xiang's there, I... I want to too."
Mom gave me a white glance and said, "No, mom doing this for you is already too much, you still want... what are you thinking? You little pervert."
I pretended to act spoiled and said, "Mom, I feel so uncomfortable, I want that, I want that."
My mother doted on me, unable to resist my whims, she stopped her movements, seemingly embarrassed. Her delicate face displayed a range of emotions, perhaps she missed me too much, casting aside her usual feminine reserve to agree to my every request. Moreover, we had a foundation of mutual exploration from our childhood, making her behavior towards me now unlike that of an ordinary mother and son. With affectionate eyes, as if making a significant decision, she blushed and said, 'Son, do you think mom's butt is beautiful?'
I nodded and said, 'Beautiful, so plump, incredibly fun.'
Mother touched her own buttocks and said, 'Mom has a lot of flesh here. You can place this between mom's buttocks, moving back and forth. This way, it'll be easier for you to... release. It's very comfortable, your father used to do this too.'
I eagerly nodded. Mother gave me a playful glance, her eyes seductive, as she lightly placed her delicate hands on the edge of her pants, pulling them down just below her buttocks and no further.
Then, turning her back to me, she knelt on the ground, lifting her breathtakingly large buttocks. It was then I saw, for the first time, the sight that drove me wild—her large buttocks, the two mounds plump and soft, the crevice between them tightly closed, yet faintly revealing her smooth, hairless slit. However, because she clenched tightly, and her panties were pulled down just enough to cover her bare mound, I couldn't see everything.
With my large member erect, I playfully tapped on mother's buttocks, eliciting an excited 'Ah' from her. She turned her head, looking back at me with unparalleled allure, 'You naughty boy, hurry up.'
I dumbly responded with an 'Oh,' using both hands to part her plump, tender buttocks. To my astonishment, I beheld a sight—mother's anus was adorable, far more appealing than Qiu Xiang's, with its tiny, writhing, spiraled folds.
Mother let out a shy 'Ah,' tightening her buttocks as she urged, 'No mischief, hurry.'
Gently placing my large member between her buttocks, mother turned her head to instruct me, 'Don’t look around, just sandwich your naughty thing between my buttocks and move back and forth, okay?'
I nodded, panting heavily, my small hands gripping my mother's buttocks as tightly as if they were chunks of pork, squeezing my large meat stick, making me moan 'Ah' in pleasure, and I praised, 'Mom, it feels so good, your butt is amazing.'
Mom wiggled her butt and said, 'Move faster, you silly boy.'
Overwhelmed with excitement, I began thrusting rapidly between my mother's buttocks, and she, stimulated by the friction, threw her head back in pleasure, urging me to go faster.
I watched as my reddened glans appeared and disappeared within my mother's snow-white buttocks, the pleasure so intense that I slapped her buttocks, causing her to wiggle them in protest with a moan of 'Ah.'
I thrusted rapidly, my perineum colliding with my mother's large buttocks, producing a 'slapping' sound. The excitement, combined with my mother's seductive allure, left me drenched in sweat. I couldn't see how her buttocks looked under my assault, only a blur of snow-white flesh writhing before me.
Mom was also highly aroused, moaning 'Ah, mm,' as my sweat dripped into my eyes.
By accident, my glans suddenly plunged into a tight, warm embrace.
I only heard my mother cry out 'Ah' and say, 'No, pull out quickly.'
Could it be that I had entered my mother's 'Baihu bun'? I thought excitedly.