Chapter 1: Rural Temptation
My name is Qiang, 18, just finished my college entrance exams and back home for the summer. Home is a remote village surrounded by rice paddies and bamboo groves, the air thick with earth and grass. It’s just me and Mom; Dad died in an accident years ago, leaving us to fend for ourselves. My mom, Xiulan, is 42, a classic country woman—skin tanned by the sun, but a body so voluptuous it’s hard to look away. Her breasts are like ripe melons, hips round and swaying with every step, yet her waist is surprisingly slim. She wears simple cotton clothes, but their plainness only highlights her curves.
On my first day back, I helped Mom in the fields, watching her bend to plant rice, sweat soaking her shirt, clinging to her chest, nipples faintly visible. My cock hardened instantly, and I turned away, pretending to fix tools, my mind a mess of forbidden images. I knew it was wrong—she’s my mom—but teenage hormones were a wildfire I couldn’t douse.
That night, a power outage left us with a kerosene lamp. Mom, in a thin tank top and shorts, cooked in the kitchen. I sat at the table, eyes glued to her back—the tank’s strap slipping, exposing her shoulder, shorts tight against her plump ass, jiggling with her movements. I swallowed hard, a dangerous thought flashing: If I could just touch her…
“Qiang, bring the dishes out,” she said, turning with a smile, sweat sliding from her neck to her collarbone, then into her deep cleavage. I froze, then scrambled up, brushing her waist as I passed. She didn’t react, just teased, “Clumsy boy,” but that fleeting touch made my erection throb.
Chapter 2: Seeds of Taboo
From that day, my desire for Mom grew like weeds. Watching her work in the fields, sweat outlining her curves, or hearing the shower at night, drove me insane. I started jerking off in my room, fantasizing about her body, imagining pinning her down, hearing her moan beneath me. Guilt hit hard after, but lust always returned.
One sweltering afternoon, Mom was washing clothes in the backyard, wearing a loose old T-shirt, no bra, her breasts swaying, nipples poking through. I offered to help hang laundry, standing close, stealing glances at her chest. She turned, smiling, “Qiang, hot? Grab a towel to wipe your sweat.”
I nodded, dashing inside, but detoured to her room, snatching a pair of white cotton panties from her laundry basket. They smelled of her, and I locked myself in my room, sniffing them as I stroked, cumming hard. Panicked, I tossed them back, heart pounding.
That night, Mom asked, “Qiang, you’ve been acting weird, always distracted. What’s up?” Her tone was gentle, but her eyes seemed to pierce me. I broke into a cold sweat, mumbling it was nothing. She didn’t press, just patted my head. “Tell Mom if something’s wrong, don’t bottle it up.” Her warm, soft hand sent my desire spiraling, my eyes dropping to her breasts.
Chapter 3: Crossing the Line
A few days later, a thunderstorm hit, the roof leaking. Mom scrambled to catch water in basins, her clothes drenched, clinging like a second skin. Helping with a ladder, I slipped, pinning her to the floor. Her breasts, soft as cotton, pressed against me, nipples visible through her soaked shirt. My brain short-circuited, and instead of getting up, I kissed her neck.
“Qiang, what are you doing?!” she gasped, pushing me, but her strength was feeble. Possessed, I tore her tank top, exposing her massive breasts, nipples hard as cherries. I sucked one, hard, and she moaned, hands pushing my head but without force.
“Mom… I can’t take it… you’re too beautiful…” I panted, sliding my hand into her pants, finding her soaked. She trembled, voice tearful, “Qiang, no… I’m your mom…”
Her protests were paper-thin. I yanked off her pants, spreading her legs, revealing thick pubic hair and pink lips. Stripping, my aching cock pressed against her entrance, and I thrust in. She screamed, nails digging into my back. I fucked like a beast, her moans shifting from resistance to rhythm, hips meeting mine. Her tight pussy milked me, and I came hard, flooding her womb. She climaxed, convulsing, eyes glazed, soul seemingly gone.
Chapter 4: Depraved Routine
That night changed everything. Mom tried pretending nothing happened, but her averted gazes and flushed cheeks betrayed her. I grew bolder, teasing her—hugging her in the fields, sneaking into the bathroom during her showers, groping her while she cooked. Her resistance faded, and one day, she stripped and lay on my bed, trembling, “Qiang, if we can’t stop… do what you want.” Her voice held shame and resolve.
I dove into perverse play, ordering sex toys online—handcuffs, whips, vibrators, anal plugs, even a rural-themed lingerie set, making her look like a country slut. The first time I cuffed her to the bed, whipping her fat ass, she screamed in pain but squirted in ecstasy. Her body was hypersensitive, nipples and clit triggering instant meltdowns.
I fucked her outdoors, too. One night, I dragged her to the rice fields, stripping her, making her crawl like a dog as I railed her from behind. Her moans mingled with insect chirps, the rural night cloaking our sin. I shoved a vibrator in her ass while fucking her pussy, and she passed out cumming, waking to beg for more.
Chapter 5: Public Humiliation
My hunger outgrew the house. I craved riskier settings. During a village temple festival, I pulled Mom into the woods behind, stripping her cheongsam, tying her hands to a tree branch. I whipped her breasts and pussy, her muffled moans stifled by her panties in her mouth, pussy dripping into the dirt. I fucked her raw, cumming deep, her womb seeming to suck me dry. Afterward, she collapsed, tearful, whispering, “Qiang, we’re doomed.”
But I couldn’t stop. The village’s abandoned warehouse became our den. I bought extreme toys—vacuum pumps, metal clamps, electric dildos, a current-wired stimulator. Binding her to a wooden rack, I shocked her clit and nipples, her piss-soaked orgasms echoing in the empty space.
Chapter 6: The Forbidden Fruit
Months later, Mom’s belly swelled. She thought it was weight gain, but a clinic visit confirmed pregnancy. Pale, she threw the report at me, “Qiang, this is your doing.” Shocked yet thrilled, I felt a sick pride knowing my seed impregnated her. I hugged her, “Mom, it’s our baby. I’ll take responsibility.” She pushed me, sobbing, “You’re insane! This can’t work!”
Her protests were futile. I fucked her harder, her pregnant body hypersensitive, breasts engorged, pussy always wet. I bought maternity lingerie, sheer lace showcasing her belly, and played with her in the warehouse, her motherly moans laced with depravity, each orgasm cementing my dominance.
Village rumors grew, calling Xiulan a loose widow, but none knew the truth. Our bond twisted—she was my sex slave, I her master, drowning in taboo revelry.
Chapter 7: Birth of the Forbidden
Xiulan’s pregnancy culminated in a boy, Xiaolong, born in the village clinic one stormy night. Postpartum, her allure intensified—breasts swollen with milk, waist soft, radiating mature seduction. Watching her nurse Xiaolong, milk dripping, Qiang’s perverse pride swelled—this was his son, his sin.
Xiulan tried resuming her motherly role, but Qiang’s lust was relentless. While she nursed, he’d grope her, squeezing milk from her engorged breasts. “Qiang, not now… Xiaolong’s here…” she’d whisper, but her nipples hardened, pussy wet. “You’re even hotter now, Mom,” he’d growl, stripping her, fucking her beside the sleeping baby, milk spraying as she moaned, lost in lust.
The warehouse remained their depraved haven. Qiang bought extreme toys—electric nipple clamps, vibrating anal plugs, maternity bondage gear. He’d bind her, shocking her clit and nipples, milk and pussy juice gushing, then fuck her holes until she passed out.
Chapter 8: Family Undercurrents
When Xiaolong was six months old, Xiulan’s sister, Yumei, 45, divorced, visited. Slimmer than Xiulan but leggy with sultry eyes, Yumei heard rumors and sensed the unnatural closeness between Qiang and Xiulan. One night, hearing moans, she peeked into the bedroom, seeing Xiulan bound, breasts pumped by suction cups, a massive dildo in her pussy, Qiang whipping her ass. Yumei’s thighs clenched, a twisted thought blooming: I want that…
Next day, Yumei confronted Qiang. “I know about you and your mom. I won’t tell, but… I want in.” Her eyes teased, hand grazing his chest. Grinning, Qiang said, “Auntie, hope you can handle it.”
That night, in the warehouse, Qiang chained Xiulan and Yumei together, Xiulan’s breasts pressed to Yumei’s back, pussies exposed. He slathered aphrodisiac on their nipples and clits, sparking instant moans. A double-ended dildo fucked their pussies, vibrations triggering gushing orgasms. Xiulan burned with shame, but Yumei screamed, “Qiang, fuck me! I’m sluttier than your mom!” Qiang took them both, pussy to ass, their moans a depraved symphony. He shocked their sensitive spots, Xiulan pissing, Yumei fainting. He came in Yumei, smearing cum on Xiulan’s face for her to lick clean.
Chapter 9: Family-Wide Descent
Yumei’s arrival ignited the family. Xiulan’s cousin, Acai, 50, a widowed brute, caught Qiang railing Xiulan and Yumei in the warehouse. Aroused, he joined, bringing “rural SM gear”—bamboo racks, iron nipple clamps, a stolen cowhide belt. Qiang and Acai bound the sisters to the rack, whipping their breasts and pussies until red, juices pooling. Acai fucked Xiulan savagely, Yumei sucking Qiang, the scene hellish.
The incest circle grew. Xiulan’s distant cousin, Xiaoling, 25, unmarried, curvy, and brazen, joined after hearing whispers. She brought high-tech toys—remote anal hooks, electrified labia clamps, a heated mechanical dildo. Qiang bound her with Xiulan and Yumei, shocking their sensitive spots, their screams echoing, drawing village dogs’ barks.
Chapter 10: Public Family Orgy
When Xiaolong turned one, the family’s depravity went public. Qiang proposed a “family ritual” in the village’s derelict ancestral hall, ostensibly for ancestors, but a cover for an orgy. With Xiaolong left with an elder, they locked the hall, unleashing madness.
Qiang chained Xiulan, Yumei, Xiaoling, and Acai in a circle around the altar, littered with toys—electric dildos, vacuum pumps, enema kits, “Frenzy” aphrodisiac. Injected with the drug, their senses amplified, breaths lustful. Xiulan, fixed to the altar, legs splayed, had pumps on her nipples and clit, milk and juice spraying. Yumei’s ass held an electrified hook, pissing with each shock. Xiaoling, suspended, had belled labia clamps, jangling with movement. Acai whipped their sensitive spots, then fucked every hole.
Qiang invited “informed” villagers—men lusting for Xiulan. They used shock wands, massive dildos, even smearing altar ash on the women for a sick ritual vibe. Xiulan passed out, waking to beg for more. Yumei and Xiaoling serviced Acai and others, holes filled with cum.
Chapter 11: Bottomless Depravity
By Xiaolong’s second birthday, the family’s incest was the village’s open secret. None dared speak, but weekly “rituals” drew more—perverts from neighboring villages. Qiang ruled as “king,” Xiulan his “queen,” naked, adorned with metal rings and bells, a sexual deity.
They used extreme toys—black-market syringes for aphrodisiacs or lube, injected into wombs and rectums. Xiulan’s breasts became “fountains,” squirting milk with each orgasm, dubbed “holy water.” Yumei and Xiaoling were “twin slaves,” cumming in sync with double-ended dildos for spectators. Acai “trained” them, caging them like livestock.
Qiang even involved Xiaolong symbolically, letting him watch his mother and aunts defiled, a perverse “education.” Xiulan, her soul consumed, offered no protest, living only for fleshly ecstasy.
