The Lost Son

12 years ago, the Wudan Shan robber gangs attacked and plundered the village. Mrs. Wen's husband, the blacksmith, was murdered in cold blood and her son, her only child, was kidnapped. She never got over the kidnapping of 13-year-old Jin-Jin. He had always slept with her, she watched him masturbate with a proud smile and sometimes let him squirt inside her if he wanted to. He never made any attempt to fuck her properly. Since then, Wen lived alone and very secluded. Every few months her cousin Ling came through the village with his trading caravan. He stayed overnight with her and was the only one who she would let fuck her, or so she thought.

She was in her late 30s, but she ultimately turned down all those who wanted to marry her. They were allowed to stay with her for a few days and fuck her as often as they wanted, but then they had to leave. Wen really loved fucking, these orgasms were much more intense than the orgasms from masturbating. So she spent most days fucking, fucking and fucking again. She often looked up at the horizon, where the peaks of Wudan Shan Mountains could be seen in the distance. Jin-Jin had to be there, somewhere.

She woke up with a start; she had heard a noise. The admirer, who had been fucking Wen wonderfully for days, was sleeping on the sleeping mat, panting loudly. Wen threw a coat over her shoulders and went to the entrance of the house. She picked up a thick wooden stick, perhaps it was a raccoon or a fox looking for food. She would drive it away with determination. She opened the door carefully.

A dirty man, bearded and dirty, was kneeling in front of her door, his hand raised to scratch and knock again. She gripped the stick tighter. "Mama," the guy called softly, "Mama! It's me!" Wen's heart skipped a beat. "Jin-Jin, is that you?" she breathed and he nodded silently. She picked him up by his shoulder. Yes, it could be him. Jin! She dragged him into the house and lit the wick. Yes, it was him, she recognized him with her heart, despite the dirt, despite the wild beard. She pressed him to her, kissed and hugged him for minutes. It was him, it was him!

She made tea and washed his face with lukewarm water. Now that his face was no longer dirty, she recognized her son's features, no doubt about it. He had managed to escape during a battle with the imperial troops eight days ago and then wandered around until he recognized the village. Wen warmed up rice and meat; the poor guy had only been living on berries and unripe fruit for a week. He ate and drank ravenously.

She had sent the Prince of the Night home, she had to take care of Jin. Jin had a fever and a sloppily wrapped, injured hand. The Prince was supposed to send the Wise Woman. She laid Jin on the sleeping mat and covered him up. He fell asleep immediately.

The Wise Woman shook her head. The deep cut on his hand had cost him three fingers and had become infected, gangrene! She had to chop off his hand, otherwise the gangrene would spread and probably even kill him! Wen let Jin sleep for a very long time. He sometimes screamed in his feverish sleep, she stroked his hair to calm him down. He woke up, shaking with fever. Wen explained the situation to him. His eyes cleared up for a few minutes, he didn't want to lose his whole arm and of course he didn't want to die either.

The Wise Woman came to amputate his hand. She checked again how much she had to amputate. He bit down on the rag very hard to keep from screaming. It was a terrible pain, but he didn't make a sound. The wise woman had to amputate the hand above the wrist. She smeared the wound with ointment and bandaged it carefully. She gave Wen a fever-reducing herbal tea and said that she had to keep him warm; he would probably have a fever for another three days, then it would be over.

The admirer helped her shave Jin's beard and noted that she had to look after her sick son and no longer had time for him. She covered Jin up warmly, gave him fever tea regularly and lay naked next to him to warm him. After three days it was over; he was fever-free.

Without the unkempt beard, Jin-Jin looked like his older self. He told how he had fared. He was the slave of a robber, served him front and back, accompanied him on raids and to girls and women that the scoundrel fucked at random. If he had a good day, Jin-Jin was also allowed to fuck the girl or woman. That was one of the good things that Jin-Jin experienced with the robber. He was allowed to fuck the girl or woman as often as he wanted. He no longer felt pity when she cried and sobbed, he just wanted to squirt inside until he was completely empty. Most of the women crying and sobbing were honest when they said they were shy, reserved and chaste and that they had never cheated on their husbands. Jin looked straight into Wen's eyes. "We raided many villages and farms and fucked every respectable woman who was not too young and not too old." Wen nodded, she had also been raped and fucked by the whole horde back then.

Back then Jin pushed aside the thought of being a slave, he had become a robber in chains. They had been fighting against Emperor Teng's soldiers for the past few weeks, his master had fallen and he had run away. He did not feel called to be a robber, he wanted with all his might to see his father and mother again. Wen hugged him gently and told him how his father had fought as a hero and been killed. They cried together, they had both loved their father very much. She swore that she would never have cheated on him with anyone else as long as he lived. Since then, well.

Wen looked shyly at Jin from the side. "I was not a chaste widow, Jin! I was far too young to live a chaste life!" Since then she had let dozens of people fuck her, her body demanded it. Jin nodded understandingly, that was fine. "I had to encourage my lazy master often and often when I was feeling the urge to come. We often raided poor farms where there was nothing to steal, just because I was horny as a monkey and wanted to fuck. Of course, we first looked around to see if there was a daughter, because I liked them better for fucking. But we were happy with the farmer's wife if we had to." Wen nodded in understanding and stroked Jin's hair. "It's the cock and the pussy that steer our paths!"

He hadn't ejaculated in weeks, he said that evening, as they both lay naked and embraced under the covers. He caressed her pussy and her clit, she held his cock tightly in her hand. Wen asked if she should do it with her fist? He hesitated. "I understand," said Wen, "you're used to fucking. It's OK, Jin!" she said and turned onto her belly. All her life she had only let herself be fucked from behind, never from the front, she somehow found that repulsive. Her husband, the blacksmith, also liked to fuck her from behind. Jin knelt between her thighs and pushed them completely apart with his knees. He spread her ass cheeks with both hands so that he could clearly see her wet, shiny pussy from behind. "I love you very much, Mom!" he whispered and kissed her neck. He penetrated her very quickly from behind. "Not so fast, not so brutally," she sighed. "Please be gentle with me," she breathed. He was very surprised at how tight her pussy was, he had only seen such firm and tight pussies from very young girls. He fucked her gently and for a long time and waited to squirt until she had masturbated to orgasm. Only then did he squirt inside. His cock had remained stiff, he continued to fuck her without a break. Only now could he shoot his full load inside. He lay down next to her, panting from the effort. She smiled and let him fuck her once or twice a night, and she orgasmed because she masturbated always while being fucked.

Jin recovered quickly. He rummaged around in his father's forge until he found what he was looking for. It was an iron hook, that he attached to his severed hand with leather straps. This meant he could work with both hands. He discussed it with Wen. The village had not had a blacksmith for 12 years, since the attack. His father's forge was complete, he remembered his father's blacksmithing work quite well. He practiced for a few days and began to bring the forge to life. Wen had tears in his eyes, what twisted paths his life was following!

And the good spirits meant well for Jin-Jin, they rummaged through their fog boxes for his past. One day Jin asked his mother what had become of little Lin, with whom he had been in love with every fiber of his heart before the attack? Wen rummaged through her memory. "She had hidden herself well during the attack so that the robbers did not take her into slavery. She had married the old merchant at the other end of the village and had two or three children." She didn't know anything more.

Jin strolled past the merchant's house one of the next days. He recognized Lin immediately; she was sitting on a bench in her garden, sewing and kept looking at the dozen children playing. She jumped up when she recognized Jin at the fence. She ran to him. "Jin!? — Jin-Jin!?" she exclaimed. He confirmed and she invited him in to sit next to her; she had to look after the small children. "All your children?" asked Jin, who felt a pang in his heart at first. Lin, who looked beautiful, laughed sweetly. "But no, just the boy there and the girl next to him, the others are the neighbors' children. We take turns, the neighbors and I! But now tell me, I lost sight of you 12 years ago!"

Jin told her everything he had experienced. He kept nothing secret, not even the many girls and women who had been violated, raped and dishonored. Lin was horrified, but she understood his story. She snuggled up to him. "Do you remember us, we were inseparable back then and loved to play 'Daddy fucks Mommy'?" Jin nodded, "How could I have forgotten, we were far too young back then, but we did it!" Lin laughed too. "You were my first one and we fucked like crazy!" She squeezed his hand when he said that she was also his first one and that he thought about her every day.

She had become very quiet. "You never forget your first boy, no matter how young you were. I was determined back then to marry you, Jin-Jin, when we were a few years older. But you remained missing; they said you had been killed or taken into slavery. I thought about you every night in my fantasies, I only thought about sex with you when I masturbated. I lived the life of a pretty girl, I had 10 lovers on every finger. My parents were old and desperately poor. I married the rich old merchant so that my parents could have a carefree retirement. My husband is not a bad person, but he is already completely dried up and does not allow me to have affairs. I still cheat on him, even the children are not his, but from a long-time friend." Lin paused and looked down. "I am not proud of it, not at all. But I am a young woman, not yet 24 years old, and my body needs what the old man cannot give me and begrudges me."

They chatted in a bond they hadn't had for years. Despite the iron hand, Jin had taken over his father's forge, but the hook hand worked just fine. An old man looked through the door at them. Jin said goodbye to Lin quickly, nodded to the old man and went home in high spirits. He was head over heels in love and drank tea with Wen. She remembered Lin well.

"I always watched you through the back window when you fucked in the grass behind the house. You were in puberty and fucked dozens of times in the afternoon. I had a good feeling that you would probably get married in a few years. I once asked you not to squirt inside, but you just laughed, "Lin doesn't have her period yet and can't get pregnant!" I never interfered again, both of you were old enough."

Jin forged, whistling a sweet tune. Being in love was doing him damn good and the good spirits nodded very contentedly, now they just had to lead the beautiful Lin to the forge, which wasn't difficult at all. Lin couldn't get Jin-Jin out of her head. One day she pulled herself together and went to the forge in the morning. They just looked at each other, they didn't need to talk about it. They went out the back door and fucked in the soft grass. They whispered for a quarter of an hour and fucked again. They whispered for a quarter of an hour and fucked for a third time. She now came in the morning as often as she could.

It took until autumn for her husband to become suspicious. Now he sat on the stone steps in front of the house day after day and spied. She ignored him completely, it was none of his damn business. He spoke to her about it. She replied snippily that he should mind the business and not think about what she was doing. Every day she let him insult her without admitting anything. He was almost dying of jealousy. But what could he do? His cock was failing him and wouldn't cooperate anymore. It was enough to drive him crazy.

He lost his mind with jealousy. He sat on the stone steps in front of the house in all weathers and cursed her, coughing and wheezing, because she had been with her lover again. She didn't admit anything, no matter how much he cursed her. It happened as the spirits had decreed, he got pneumonia. At that time there was no cure for it, it was usually a death sentence. And so it was in this case.

Lin asked Jin-Jin to be patient, she had to look after her sick husband. She had thought it through carefully. She could leave him at any time, but she would be penniless with two children. She had to wait for his death, then she would inherit a large sum from him, and the business was going well and steadily, even though he was lying in bed with a fever and was not in the shop. Lin looked after him, even though he called her all sorts of things in his feverish delirium. 'Whore' was the most harmless thing.

Damn it, why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut and die quietly, like any decent person with pneumonia!? Cough a few times and then be silent forever!?

Lin eventually got fed up with his insults. She had cared for him with real devotion, like any good wife would have done. But she didn't deserve his mean, dirty tirades! He should just keep his dirty mouth shut! Be quiet! Be still and die! She covered her ears so she couldn't hear his meanness anymore. She pressed the pillow over his mouth so he would stop insulting her. He stopped cursing. He stopped breathing. He didn't need air anymore, he was dead. Lin was very exhausted. Finally, peace. Finally, no more insults and suspicions. Finally, silence. She lifted the pillow and felt his neck. Thank God, he wasn't breathing anymore. Her suffering was over.

She had to cry because the others were crying. He was such a good man, they said. Lin nodded, that was true since he no longer breathed air. He had always been such an ambitious, hardworking man, they said. Lin nodded tearfully, he left her a lot of savings and a thriving business. And the poor children, they lost their loving father, they said. Lin cried aloud because it simply wasn't true. He had always expressed the suspicion that they weren't his own children at all and so he never looked at them, never played with them and ignored them completely. Lin hugged her children and said that the evil grandfather was dead and they could forget him for sure.

Jin knew that Lin had enough on her plate with the funeral and stayed in the background. It was only after two weeks that everything was done. They met and fucked happily like before. Winter was approaching, he could sleep every night on Lin's double mat. Lin sighed contentedly. Finally her husband was quiet, would remain silent forever. Finally no more suspicions, no more insults and no more jealousy, he had become mute and silent, with the pillow on his mouth. She had shut his slanderous, evil mouth once and for all with the pillow. Jin nodded knowingly, he too had killed many people during his time as a robber. They were enemies, able-bodied men and soldiers. And a whole lot of stubborn women who would rather have their throats slit than be fucked by robbers. In anger, he slit her throat and fucked the dying woman anyway, over and over, until she was dead. The others weren't keen on being fucked by robbers either, but having their throats slit for that, no!

Jin always comforted Lin when evil spirits plagued her because of the pillow. "He had pneumonia, so the end was crystal clear. You wouldn't even let a dog suffer to the end, would you?" Lin dried her tears. "He stood in our way, he didn't grant me or you our little happiness. So I had to decide and I did the right thing." She snuggled into Jin's warm armpit. "We can't get married during the year of mourning, which thankfully only lasts three months. And it will be a difficult decision, I won't sell my business and you won't sell your forge. And besides, Mother Wen needs you to fuck, my darling!" Lin continued to run the business and Jin went to the forge during the day.

A good arrangement was made with Mother Wen. Jin slept with Lin every night, and he went to the forge the next morning. If Wen had already gotten up and made tea, then she had had a prince for the night. But if she was still lying on the sleeping mat, then Jin would light the fire and lie down next to her to fuck her softly from behind.

It was a very good arrangement.

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