promiscuous mother

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My promiscuous mother:

I was born in a rural area of Northeast China, where most people, besides farmers, worked for several large foreign-owned factories. My parents were workers in one of these Japanese-owned factories; it's said that my father married my mother the year he was promoted to foreman.

Initially, their marriage was quite happy, but problems arose later. When I was about three or four years old, for some unknown reason, my mother had an affair with one of the factory's senior Japanese managers! Their passionate affair became the talk of the town, and my father, in a fit of anger, divorced my mother and went to the Northwest to seek his fortune, after which we never heard from him again.

As for my mother's foreign romance, it ended six months later when the Japanese man returned to Japan. However, her reputation as a cheating wife and a promiscuous woman didn't end there; instead, it spread even more widely. In the end, she even lost her job at the factory. She had no choice but to entrust me to my maternal grandmother's care and go alone to a southern city to find another way to make a living. It wasn't

until I was thirteen, when my maternal grandmother passed away, that my mother took me to live with her in the south.

At the time, I had no idea how she supported herself; I only knew that my mother's financial situation was quite good. Although her house wasn't very large, with only two rooms, the decor was extremely luxurious.

Especially the master bedroom she slept in; the bathroom walls were made of a single piece of glass, and the entire set of imported bathroom fixtures rivaled those of a five-star hotel. The corners of the room were filled with spotlights, all focused on the king-size bed with its gold-plated frame. A mirror larger than the bed itself was mounted on the ceiling above it, and a high-end audio-visual system was placed on the cabinet at the foot of the bed, along with a classic silk sofa and various crystal ornaments—it was clear that a lot of money had been spent.

Perhaps because I was young then, I never questioned where my mother got so much money. However, it wasn't long before I discovered that there was a serious problem with my mother's income! After living with her for about two months, I realized that my mother didn't need to work. During the day, she almost never left the house, except for the occasional shopping trip. She also spent most of her evenings at home, except for Wednesday nights when she would always go out and not return until 3 or 4 AM, sometimes even not returning until nearly noon the next day. After

living together for almost half a year, my mother finally found me a school so I could continue my studies. However, while attending school during the day, she also enrolled me in evening tutoring classes. She said it was for my grades, but I had a feeling she was hiding something from me, deliberately reducing the time I spent at home!

I also started paying attention to my mother's private life. First, I noticed a strange man with a hoarse voice frequently calling my mother. I tried to eavesdrop on what my mother and the man were talking about, but my mother was always very careful, always going back to her bedroom first and locking the door before talking to him, so I never heard what they were saying. I also noticed that every time my mother came home late at night, she seemed sick, looking extremely tired, and sometimes even showing obvious signs of pain on her face.

This cursory observation continued for about three or four months without any discovery, until one evening. I finished my tutoring class around 7 p.m.; usually, my mother would have dinner ready for me to eat when I got home. That day, I was particularly hungry, so I clearly remember rushing home almost as fast as I could.

When I arrived at the front door, I found it locked from the inside. I rang the doorbell, but after a long time, my mother didn't answer. I kept ringing the doorbell for about five minutes, and my anxiety began to grow; just as I was wondering what to do and preparing to go downstairs to find the security guard, the door finally opened from the inside.

I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go inside when I saw my mother, only wrapped in a bath towel, blocking my way with a strange expression. She said to me in a slightly nervous tone, "Xiaoqiang, Mom forgot to cook today. Be good, go eat out. Also, you…you…take a walk around the neighborhood after you eat, and come back after 9:30." She then stuffed two hundred-yuan bills into my hand and, without waiting for my reply, quickly closed the door.

Although I felt a little strange, I didn't feel any unpleasantness because I had my allowance. I ran to a nearby noodle shop, ate a bowl of noodles for dinner, and then happily went to the arcade next door to play video games. As fate would have it, less than half an hour into my game session, two groups of people in the arcade suddenly clashed, and then a brawl broke out between the two sides, each with more than ten members! The scene was chaotic, and people on both sides were injured.

The fight had barely begun when I quickly hid under the table. Unfortunately, a man with a broken head also hid there, and I ended up with my clothes stained with his blood! The fight lasted for about ten minutes before both sides scattered.

I crawled out from under the table and saw my clothes were covered in blood. I was both scared and angry, thinking that if I went home like this, I'd definitely get a scolding from my mother. I checked my watch and saw it was only about 8:30. I secretly planned that it was still early, so I'd sneak home, change my clothes, and then sneak out again. I could wait until after 9:30, pretend nothing had happened, and then go home. That way, I might avoid being scolded.

So, I ran home as planned, went around to the open space behind the house, climbed the wall, and then stepped on the drainpipe, easily reaching the window of my bedroom on the third floor. I tiptoed into the room, quietly opened the wardrobe, and changed into a new shirt. Then, I hid the blood-stained clothes.

But just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard a hoarse male voice talking in the living room, saying, "Damn it, why isn't the beer cold?" I was startled at first, but immediately recognized him as the man who often called my mother!

Although I was terrified, I couldn't suppress my curiosity and wanted to see what he looked like. So, I lay on the floor and peeked through the small ventilation window at the bottom of the door. I saw a bald, obese middle-aged man, wearing only a towel, carrying a can of beer, walk from the kitchen to my mother's bedroom door.

He pushed the door open and swaggered in. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he didn't close the door, leaving it open; so I could clearly see the entire room. However, what I saw almost made me scream.

I saw the room brightly lit, with spotlights from the corners of the walls focusing on the bed, where my mother lay completely naked, sprawled out in a stark spread-eagle position! Beside the bed on the floor lay a white towel stained with a few drops of blood, and on the towel lay a leather whip about two feet long! Several pieces of rope and candles were scattered everywhere.

The bald, fat man sat on the sofa beside the bed, taking several large gulps of beer, then lit a cigarette, calmly smoking for a while; then, without a word, he went into the bathroom. Next, I saw my mother struggle to get out of bed; she seemed very tired, as her steps were quite unsteady, taking one step at a time as she followed him into the bathroom.

Before that, I had never seen a naked woman; so, even though I knew that the naked woman before me was my own mother, I couldn't help but feel excited!

I couldn't help but stare at every inch of my mother's skin. Her breasts weren't very large, smaller than the nude models in those adult magazines I'd secretly peeked at; however, her nipples were unusually large, jet black, like two black grapes hanging from her breasts. Her pubic area, which should have been covered in pubic hair, was even balder than the bald fat man's head, smooth and completely devoid of hair. Looking at my mother's back and buttocks, I was horrified to find several marks, probably left from being whipped!

After my mother entered the bathroom, the bald, fat man untied his towel, revealing his ugly, limp penis. He stood in the bathtub, then handed the soap to my mother and said in a very rough tone, "Let me tell you, you better get this straight! Everything you eat and live in isn't paid for by me. You're always making excuses, saying it's inconvenient at home today, saying you're busy tomorrow.

Anyway, I don't care about any of that. From now on, I don't want to hear the words 'inconvenient' again! Whether your son is home or not, I'll do it whenever I want! You want me to run from one hotel to another? What am I doing spending over a million dollars to buy this house for you?"

My mother, looking aggrieved, helped him scrub his back while apologizing, saying, "I know I was wrong." "Don't be angry."

The bald, fat man's anger seemed to haven't subsided, and he said viciously, "Also, I told you to get nipple rings put on, why aren't you done yet? Look at Old Li and Old Zhang's women, who doesn't wear these things now? Old Zhang said he'd bring his Fengping over next week, and we'll play together. Remember to get them done in the next couple of days. I asked someone to buy you two pairs of expensive nipple rings from Japan, and I'll send someone to deliver them tomorrow. Don't say you can't wear them because you haven't gotten the holes done!"

My mother nodded helplessly and agreed, "Don't worry, I'll go tomorrow. What day of next week did they agree to?"

The bald, fat man said, "Old Zhang said it's up to me, I think next Saturday will do."

As he finished speaking, my mother had just finished lathering him up with soap and then rinsed the soap suds off him. The bald, fat man enjoyed my mother's bathing service with a relaxed expression until he was completely clean, then he made a strange gesture towards my mother.

My mother seemed to immediately understand the meaning of the gesture. She hesitated for a few seconds, her face showing difficulty, before stepping into the bathtub. Facing the bald, fat man, she slowly squatted down until her mouth was slightly lower than the height of his penis; then, she opened her mouth wide. At the same time, the bald, fat man held his penis in one hand and pressed the other hand against my mother's head, leaning forward slightly until his glans was about a foot away from her, then stopped.

They remained motionless in this position for about a minute, then the bald, fat man suddenly let out a "ha!" followed by a stream of golden urine shooting from the tip of his penis, directly into my mother's mouth! Instantly, my mother became truly choked with vomit; she swallowed half of the urine in her mouth and spat the other half out. The bald, fat man urinated an astonishing amount, taking almost three minutes to finish. After he finished urinating, my mother had drunk an unknown amount of his urine.

Still not satisfied, he pinched his limp penis between his fingers and tapped it haphazardly on my mother's forehead twenty or thirty times before finally rinsing himself with water. Then, he casually grabbed a towel and dried himself. Without even glancing at my mother, he left the bathroom to get dressed.

Once dressed, the bald, fat man, dressed in an expensive suit, wearing a diamond-encrusted gold watch and a sapphire ring—a ostentatious nouveau riche—checked his watch, loudly told my mother not to forget about getting her nipple rings, and then left without looking back. As soon as

he left, my mother began to vomit! She struggled to stay upright in the bathtub, vomiting for over ten minutes before slowly standing up and rinsing her mouth. Because she was covered in urine, it took her quite some time to wash herself. I wanted to stay longer, but it was almost 9:30, so I had to leave.

I deliberately waited until 9:40 before casually ringing the doorbell. This time, my mother answered quickly. She looked haggard, but she still managed to chat with me calmly for a few moments before saying she wasn't feeling well and went to her room to rest.

That night, I couldn't sleep a wink, my mind constantly replaying my mother's naked body. Although I only had a vague understanding of male-female sexual intercourse at the time, and what I knew was only what I had gleaned from adult magazines, it was precisely because of this that what I saw that night felt so stimulating.

(II)

The next day, during class at school, I had no idea what the teacher was teaching; my mind was only focused on repeatedly reliving everything I had seen the night before. At the same time, I was thinking about how I could find more opportunities to peep. In this hazy, confused state, from school to the tutoring center, and then back home, I almost never stopped thinking about peeping. Unfortunately, I couldn't come up with any good ideas.

It wasn't until I got home and had dinner with my mother that I went into the kitchen to get some soup. I noticed the kitchen window was ajar, and a mischievous idea suddenly struck me!

I quickly finished my dinner, washed the dishes for my mother, and without even watching TV, went to my room to do my homework. I copied my homework at an astonishing speed, my hand moving like a dragon, and nervously began to watch my mother's movements. Sure enough, around ten o'clock, she went back to her bedroom as usual. Once

I was sure she was in her bedroom and had locked the door, I immediately slipped from my room to the kitchen. I opened the kitchen window, carefully climbed out, and followed the drainpipe a couple of feet to the vent in my mother's bathroom wall. I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my balance, and slowly stood up, sticking my head out of the vent to peek into the bedroom.

I saw my mother sitting at her dressing table, head bowed, holding a bottle of ointment and carefully reading the instructions.

She read for a while before looking up at herself in the mirror and letting out a soft sigh. Then, I saw her begin to unbutton her pajamas. After all the buttons were off, she took off her top. It turned out my mother wasn't wearing a bra;

she was completely naked under her pajamas! Her breasts were once again exposed to my eyes; however, what surprised me was her unusually large nipples. Although I hadn't seen them for only a day, they had changed dramatically; I could clearly see that each nipple was adorned with a glittering gold nipple ring! My mother stared down at her reflection, while I secretly watched, my focus equally on her nipples, now pierced and ringed. After a while, I saw my mother gently apply the ointment to her nipples.

Her movements were light, but the pain on her face suggested she was in considerable discomfort. The mother, enduring the pain, applied the ointment to both nipples and was about to put her pajamas back on when the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang. Because her hands were still covered in ointment, she didn't pick up the receiver; she simply pressed the intercom button and answered with a "hello."

The bald, fat man's voice came through the speakerphone: "Yuehua?"

My mother responded, "What brings you to call? Didn't you say you had a meeting tonight?"

The bald, fat man said, "Just finished the meeting. I ran into Chairman Ma of the Oriental Group this morning. He invited me to go to Shanghai with him the day after tomorrow; it might be a few days. I'll deposit some money into your account tomorrow; go to the bank when you have time. Also, buy some imported liquor. I've arranged to meet Lao Zhang at your house at 7 PM on Saturday. Oh, by the way, did you get your hole drilled?"

My mother replied, "I went at noon. But they said it will take at least ten days for the wound to heal. I'm worried my wound won't be healed by Saturday. Could we reschedule..."

The bald, fat man immediately said impatiently, "Go see a doctor tomorrow and see what medicine is available. It'll heal faster! That's all for now. They're asking me to go drinking." He then hung up the phone.

My mother hung up the phone, put her pajamas back on, and sat blankly on the bed for a few minutes, lost in thought. I couldn't guess what she was thinking. I only saw her sigh heavily, dim the lights in the room, and go to bed. Seeing that there was no more movement from my mother's bedroom, I returned to my own.

For the next few nights, I continued to hide outside the ventilation opening, hoping to uncover more of my mother's secrets; of course, my biggest hope was to peep at her naked body! Unfortunately, I didn't discover anything new for several nights in a row. The only consolation was that I had figured out my mother's daily routine, which would be of great help to my future spying and investigations.

Saturday arrived in the blink of an eye. Since there were no classes, my mother and I ate lunch at home. Perhaps we both had our own agendas, because contrary to our usual behavior, we remained silent, neither of us speaking first. Finally, I broke the silence and said to my mother, "Mom, could... could you give me two or three hundred yuan?"

My mother immediately asked me, "Didn't I give you several hundred yuan the day before yesterday? How come you've spent it all? How can a child spend money so recklessly!"

I recited the lie I had prepared the night before, saying, "No, it's because it's my classmate's birthday today, and they said they're having a birthday party tonight. I invited some other classmates, and we bought some..." "I'm going to give him my birthday present; I'll also be going to his house for dinner and play tonight, so I might not be back until very late. That's why I'm out of money."

Sure enough, when Mom heard that I was going to my classmate's house tonight, she seemed relieved, her expression immediately relaxed, and she quickly gave me five hundred dollars, saying, "You don't have many friends here, and it's a rare opportunity to go to your classmate's house, so don't be stingy and make a fool of yourself. It's okay if you come back a little late; but whatever you do, don't take the bus, you must take a taxi, understand?"

Around six o'clock, Mom started urging me to leave, asking when I was leaving. I deliberately waited until 6:30, until Mom's expression was clearly quite tense, before I casually said "goodbye"; actually, I was even more anxious than Mom. As soon as I left, I went to the bus stop across from my house, randomly boarded a bus, and deliberately let Mom stand on the balcony to watch me leave, then got off at the next stop and ran back to where I had boarded.

I used the advertising sign next to the bus stop as cover to start monitoring the activity at the front door of my building. Time ticked by, the sun began to set, and the surroundings gradually darkened, visibility worsening, but the bald, fat man still hadn't appeared. I waited another ten minutes or so, checking that it was already 7:15. I wondered if the date had been changed? But recalling my mother's distracted expression and her desperate desire for me to leave, it didn't seem like the date had been changed.

Finally, I decided to take a gamble. No matter what, I'd do what I did last time and climb back into my bedroom to figure things out.

After climbing back to my bedroom, I quickly peered through the small ventilation window at the bottom of the door, then immediately cursed myself for being such an idiot! There he was, the bald, fat man, already sitting on the sofa in the living room! My mother, wearing only underwear and completely naked from the waist up, sat beside him. The bald, fat man was kneading my mother's breasts, occasionally playing with her nipple rings, and the two were chatting idly.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, and my mother immediately got up from the sofa and went back to her room. The bald, fat man went out to open the door and brought in a man and a woman.

The man looked to be at least sixty years old, and like the bald, fat man, he was obese and dressed like a nouveau riche. Except for the fact that he had hair on his head, while the bald, fat man did not, the two were remarkably similar in build and appearance.

The woman, however, looked much younger; I suspected she might not even be seventeen yet, but she was dressed head to toe in designer clothes and wore heavy makeup, her attire quite inappropriate for her age.

The bald, fat man acted like the host, gesturing for the two to sit down, saying, "Old Zhang, Fengping, please make yourself at home." He then poured Old Zhang a glass of wine before asking the woman, "Fengping, would you like a drink?"

The girl named Fengping shook her head, saying sweetly, "Brother Feng knows I don't drink. Where's Sister Yuehua?"

The bald, fat man pointed to my mother's room and said, "She's in her room. Go find her yourself."

Fengping stood up and said, "Brother Feng, you and Godfather can drink slowly. I'll go find Sister Yuehua, change my clothes, and be right back."

Old Zhang downed his drink in one gulp... He finished his drink, licked his lips, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Good girl, what are you shy about? Your godfather brought you here today so your brother Feng can taste your delicate skin! I think you don't need to leave. Just take off your clothes here and have a few drinks with us." He turned to the bald, fat man and gestured, continuing, "Brother, go and call your Yuehua out too! Have both women strip naked and drink with us. My flight is at 11 pm, and I have to rush back after this, so don't waste time."

The bald, fat man agreed and went to my mother's room, quickly pulling her out of the room.

My mother was wearing a pink, almost transparent silk nightgown, without a bra, her dark nipples and glittering nipple rings were all faintly visible to everyone. Old Zhang's eyes kept darting around my mother, and he leered maliciously, saying, "I knew it! It's such a waste that nipples as big as Yuehua's aren't wearing nipple rings. Don't you see how much better they look now? Come on, pull your clothes up and show your nipples to your older brother."

My mother looked embarrassed, but she still did as Old Zhang instructed, walking up to him and slowly pulling up her robe until her breasts were fully exposed.

Old Zhang, on the other hand, sat on the sofa like a connoisseur, carefully admiring my mother's large nipples after she put on the nipple rings. He even tested the weight of the nipple rings with his fingers, saying in an expert tone, "This one's good! The size and weight are just right; you have a good eye, little brother. After all, you're a woman who's given birth, your nipples are stronger,

so wearing heavier ones won't be a problem." Turning to Fengping standing to the side, he gestured and continued, "My dear daughter, let Brother Feng see yours too." Although Fengping was young, she wasn't as shy as my mother. She casually unzipped the back of her dress and took it off. That's when I realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath!

Her skin was very fair, and her breasts, full of youthful vitality, stood high and firm on her chest. They looked almost twice the size of my mother's, but her nipples were much smaller. She wore nipple rings on both breasts, but they were different from my mother's; hers were horizontal rings, while my mother's were circular. Both were equally dazzling and eye-catching, each with its own unique charm.

My gaze continued to Fengping's lower body, and I saw that her genitals were completely barren; the tender flesh at the vaginal opening was clearly injured, with visible bruises. What surprised me most was her anus—a plastic dildo had been inserted inside! The entire dildo was deeply embedded in her anus, with only the tail and a small section of red string tied to it remaining at the anal opening. I imagined that must have been very uncomfortable, which explained the slightly awkward way she walked.

The bald man and the fat man also noticed the dildo. They stared intently at Fengping's buttocks and exclaimed in admiration, "Old Zhang, I'm really impressed with you. You found such a fine piece!"

I looked towards where Old Zhang was and saw that my mother had also taken off all her clothes at some point. She was lying half-lying and half-sitting against Old Zhang, her naked body with her legs spread apart. Old Zhang was embracing my mother's naked body, one hand kneading her breasts, the other fondling her vulva, his face full of smugness. He laughed loudly, "That bastard Xiao He found this anal plug. That son of a bitch is useless at everything else, but he's good at this kind of thing."

The bald fat man laughed along, saying, "If he can do this well, he's a talent! I also want to find a follower like him. By the way, ask Xiao He to find one for me too."

Old Zhang winked at Feng Ping, who immediately turned around, facing the bald fat man with her buttocks facing him, bending her waist slightly forward, deliberately letting him see her buttocks more clearly. Then, she placed her left hand on her left buttock, forcefully sticking it out, and then used her right hand to grab the red string on the anal plug, pulling the entire anal plug out of her anus with a "squeak."

It turned out that this anal plug wasn't very long, shorter than the length of a hand, but it was terrifyingly thick! The head and tail are relatively small, but the thickest part in the middle is at least two or three meters in diameter, making it look like a small, off-white rugby ball from a distance.

Then, without batting an eye, Feng Ping presented the anal plug, which had been inserted inside her, to the bald, fat man, saying in a coquettish voice, "Brother Feng, you can take this and play with it if you like. I have more at home."

The bald, fat man seemed completely unfazed by its filth, casually taking it and even playing with it in his hands for a while.

Then, he walked up to my mother with ill intent. At this moment, Old Zhang, with perfect coordination, lifted my mother's buttocks until her anus was fully exposed. The bald, fat man then spat several times onto the anal plug, aimed the tip at my mother's anus, and forcefully thrust it forward, inserting the anal plug all the way into my mother's anus!

When Old Zhang lifted my mother's buttocks, she probably already guessed that the bald, fat man wanted to penetrate her anus; her expression was one of both fear and shame; her naked body, lying on Old Zhang's body, trembled slightly. When the bald, fat man inserted the anal plug into her body, she screamed "Ah!" and her entire body involuntarily tensed up!

But the bald, fat man and that old Zhang were completely unmoved by my mother's pitiful, tearful appearance. The old Zhang even lewdly said, "Brother Feng, just playing around like this isn't enough. It's best to give her an enema first, and then insert it, that'll be more satisfying! Don't believe me? Ask my little Fengping, last time I did that, when she pulled it out a few hours later, even she cried her eyes out."

The bald, fat man said with some disappointment, "It's a pity we don't have enough time tonight, otherwise we would have tried it too!"

Then, the two lecherous men boasted to each other about their experience in torturing women, and even ordered my mother and that Fengping to perform a lesbian act on the living room floor, caressing and licking each other's genitals in a disgusting spectacle. Only when the two old perverts were in high spirits did they take off their clothes and take turns raping the two women in front of them.

In an instant, the living room became a bloody battlefield for the four; gasps and cries of pain rose and fell, interspersed with my mother's moans of pleasure! I, too, was aroused, and couldn't resist reaching into my pants, gripping my penis, and beginning to masturbate.

The four worms fought for a good half hour, until finally Old Zhang lay down, making my mother sit on his penis in a lotus position; the bald, fat man then came from behind, supporting my mother's buttocks, and sodomizing her already ravaged anus with his ugly penis! My mother was like a human sandwich, cruelly sandwiched between the two lecherous men, attacked from both sides.

Feng Ping wasn't idle either; she walked up to my mother, spread her legs, and half-squatted, using her thumb and forefinger to open her vaginal opening, then brought it to my mother's mouth, demanding that my mother lick her vagina with her tongue.

The four of them continued like this for about six or seven minutes before the bald fat man and Old Zhang finally ejaculated into my mother's body. These two, being elderly, lay down side-by-side on the floor to rest after ejaculating. Then, Fengping went over, buried her head between Old Zhang's legs, and took his limp penis, covered in semen and vaginal fluid, into her mouth, cleaning it with her tongue.

My mother, exhausted from being violated by both men, couldn't refuse to be ungrateful seeing Fengping diligently performing oral sex on Old Zhang. She reluctantly stepped forward, sat on the floor, and lowered her head to take the bald fat man's penis into her mouth.

Suddenly, my mother raised her head, her face flushed, and she looked as if she was about to vomit. But the bald fat man immediately glared at her fiercely. My mother gasped in fear, seemingly trying to suppress her nausea, and continued her oral sex. Then I remembered that the bald, fat man had sodomized my mother's anus earlier, and his penis must have been covered in all the filth from her anus. Combined with the smell of semen and secretions, no wonder my mother was in so much pain!

At that moment, my feelings were quite conflicted. Seeing my own mother, naked and being violated by two men, naturally broke my heart. However, on the other hand, I couldn't help but feel incredibly excited!

It was probably because for many years, my mother had left me in the care of my maternal grandmother, and the bond between us wasn't very strong. I had even unconsciously developed resentment towards her for not fulfilling her responsibilities as a mother. So, seeing her being violated gave me an involuntary sense of pleasure.

One moment I wanted them to finish quickly so my mother could rest; the next I begged them to continue, even to use more brutal methods to violate her, to satisfy my voyeuristic desires. This conflict between my desires and my heart made my thoughts a jumbled mess, my mind constantly revolving around whether I should continue spying on my mother's privacy.

Gradually, I became oblivious to everything around me as I pondered.

I don't know how much time passed before I was startled awake by the loud slam of the door closing. I thought to myself, "That was close!" I realized I had unknowingly fallen asleep while lost in thought! I quickly looked into the living room and found it empty. I checked the time and realized it was almost eleven o'clock; I figured Old Zhang and the bald fat man must have left by now, and that must have been the sound of them closing the door. So, I quickly left as well. To avoid arousing my mother's suspicion, I wandered the streets for about ten minutes before going home.

(III)

Ever since I spied on my mother's privacy, I've become increasingly interested in matters between men and women! I longed for the bald fat man to visit my house again. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned; for over two months, he didn't come to see my mother. I continued to peep outside my mother's bedroom every night. Although there weren't any exciting or stimulating scenes, being able to see my mother's naked body while she showered and changed clothes was better than nothing.

One night, as usual, I had just climbed out of the kitchen window when the doorbell suddenly rang! I was nearly scared to death; the moment the doorbell rang, my mother rushed out of her room to answer the door. Luckily, I had only opened the window and hadn't climbed out. Otherwise, my peeping would have been exposed.

Since our front door is right next to the kitchen, and my mother answered so quickly, I had barely turned to face back to the kitchen door when she was already standing outside! She glanced at me with a slightly surprised expression, as if wondering what I was doing hiding in the kitchen. To avoid arousing her suspicion, I immediately grabbed a water glass, opened the refrigerator, and pretended to pour myself some ice water. Sure enough, my mother didn't suspect anything and continued to answer the door.

At that moment, I wondered who could be looking for my mother so late at night—could it be the bald, fat man? So, I took a few steps forward and casually glanced at my mother's side to see if she was making any noise. She seemed to know who was ringing the doorbell all along, opening the door without even asking who it was.

Through the light in the hallway, I saw that my mother's face looked terrible! Because it happened so suddenly, I hadn't noticed, but now I realized that my mother seemed to have suddenly fallen ill; her face was very pale, and her whole body was trembling slightly, just like a patient suffering from chills. I thought the person who came in must be a bald, fat man, otherwise why would my mother be so afraid?

But to my complete surprise, the person who walked in not only had hair, but also a beautiful head of hair! As my mother closed the door, she said to the person who came in, "You damn Fengping! You almost killed me! You said you'd come over at noon, why are you only arriving now?"

Fengping made an apologetic gesture and said, "I'm sorry, you old hag, you kept hanging around, I couldn't get away..."

I noticed my mother pout at her, signaling her to be quiet, before turning to me and saying, "Xiaoqiang, this is my good friend Aunt Chen, she's sleeping at our house tonight; be good, go to sleep early, and don't bother us unless it's important." With that, she hurriedly pulled Fengping's hand and led her into the room.

I quickly put down my water glass and went to my bedroom door, seeing that my mother's door was already closed. So, I stood outside my room and deliberately slammed the door shut with a loud "bang," so my mother would hear clearly and think I had gone back to my room; then I tiptoed back to the kitchen. I went to the window, took a breath, jumped onto the windowsill, and in a few quick movements, reached my usual spot for peeping, then peeked inside.

The room was dimly lit; only the bedside lamp on the left was on, the rest were off. However, I could still clearly see my mother and Fengping sitting side-by-side on the bed. My mother looked extremely uncomfortable, leaning against the bedpost, her right hand pulling up the left sleeve of her pajamas, her lips trembling as she weakly said, "Are you done yet? Hurry...hurry...it hurts so much!"

Then, I saw Fengping grip my mother's left arm tightly with one hand, and with the other, she picked up a syringe, aimed it at my mother's vein, and injected the medication into her body. After the injection, Fengping pulled out the needle and asked my mother, "Big sister, are you feeling better?"

My mother, very weak, only nodded slightly, then closed her eyes to rest. Fengping stared intently at my mother, then sighed with apparent emotion and said, "Big sister, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but you can't go on like this! Have you ever considered leaving that deadbeat, Baldy Feng?"

I saw that my mother was still resting with her eyes closed, but her complexion was noticeably better than before, and she even had a happy smile on her face; I didn't know if she had fallen asleep. I only knew that she seemed not to hear Fengping's words, just resting on her own.

Fengping seemed to have expected that my mother wouldn't answer her. I saw her put the syringe back into her purse, then stand up and walk to the media console, open a drawer at the bottom, and randomly take out a videotape. As she put it into the VCR, she muttered to herself, "Hehe, let's see what new tricks that deadbeat has up his sleeve."

Then, I saw her move a chair to the television and start watching the program on the videotape.

I thought to myself, "What bad luck, looks like I won't even be able to watch Mom take a bath today." So I prepared to leave. However, out of curiosity, I wondered what movie she was watching, so I waited a little longer. To my surprise, this wait led to an unexpected discovery.

After about a minute, the screen, filled with static, finally showed an image; but the image wasn't a movie, but rather my mother's bedroom! The camera was positioned at the foot of the bed, and initially, the area captured by the camera, including the bathroom, was completely empty. But soon, I saw my mother wearing a snow-white sleeveless shirt and a black knee-length skirt, her hair neatly styled in a bun. She walked from the left side of the camera to the center, standing at the foot of the bed. Then she turned to face the camera, but her head remained lowered, her gaze fixed on the floor.

Just then, a voice rang out from behind the camera. It didn't sound like the bald, fat man's voice. The voice, in a commanding tone, said, "Raise your head and look at the camera; also, move back a little to the left. Yes, a little further back, good."

On the screen, I saw my mother take two steps back, look up, and give a forced smile to the camera. Then I heard the voice say, "Old Feng, you can start." At that moment, two figures rushed out from behind the camera and pounced on my mother. Upon closer inspection, it was unmistakable that one of them was the bald, fat man, while the other was a tall, thin old man with a full head of white hair. Both of them, one fat and one thin, were completely naked. One was so obese that he was indistinguishable from the other, while the other was as thin as a rake, creating a striking visual contrast!

The skinny old man lunged at my mother, immediately extending his desiccated, corpse-like claws to grab her tightly. His mouth gaped open, revealing a mouthful of broken, yellowed, and blackened teeth, his face contorted with a terrifying lust. He lowered his head and forced a kiss on my mother! The bald, fat man stood nearby, grinning as he watched the skinny old man forcefully kiss my mother. Then, he began to undress her. As the skinny old man kissed her, he also helped remove her skirt.

In just a moment, my mother appeared completely naked on the screen. The bald, fat man and the skinny old man sandwiched my mother between them, groping and fondling her naked body. The camera clearly captured the helpless expression on my mother's face, yet she was extremely submissive. Even when the skinny old man's hand reached between her legs, she slightly parted them to facilitate his violation!

At the time, I was engrossed in watching TV, my attention completely focused on the screen, and I had completely forgotten about my mother and Fengping. Suddenly, I heard my mother let out a strange cry, "It's so hot! It's so uncomfortable..."

I quickly looked at my mother and was horrified to see her standing on the bed, her expression bizarre, as if she were completely drunk. One hand was clutching her hair, and the other was rubbing her breast! I turned to look at Fengping, who had been sitting watching TV. She seemed quite used to my mother's strange behavior. She slowly turned off the TV before walking to the bedside and asking my mother, "Where's the thing?"

My mother replied, "Under the bed." Then, she hurriedly stood on the bed and began to take off all her clothes, one by one! At this moment, Fengping had taken a brown travel bag from under the bed and placed it on the bedside table. Then, she opened the bag, rummaged through it, and finally took out a black paddle that looked like a ping-pong paddle, but was definitely not.

Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen my mother undress, this time her expression was the most lewd! I saw her stand on the bed with her legs spread apart, her hands pressed against her mons pubis, using her index fingers to pinch her labia, then moving her fingers back and forth, rubbing her thick labia together! She had a dazed look on her face, her eyes tightly closed; she would occasionally stick out her bright red tongue and lick her lips again and again!

Unfortunately, since my mother was already middle-aged, her lower abdomen was inevitably a little plump; I saw her hand movements and facial expressions become increasingly lewd, every muscle in her body slowly tightened, and then her lower abdomen and breasts began to tremble simultaneously! I could clearly see my mother's two exceptionally large nipples, and the heavy nipple rings that ran horizontally through the center of her nipples, not to mention her two large buttocks, all trembling with the accelerated spasms of her body!

I couldn't help but swallow hard, trying to calm my excited heart before continuing to look into the room. Then I saw Fengping holding that strange racket in her hand, saying to my mother with a half-smile, "Big sister, haven't played this in a long time! Hehe, don't shout too loudly later; don't forget your son is in the next room."

My mother squinted at the black racket-like paddle, and then, as if amused, jumped off the bed and onto the floor, grabbing Fengping and pressing her red lips to hers; just like that, the two women were kissing passionately like lovers in the throes of passion!

Although I had secretly witnessed my mother and Fengping's lesbian relationship before, I never imagined that their private interactions would be so genuine. Their lips were pressed tightly together, their tongues intertwined, making soft "slurping" sounds as they kissed for three or four minutes!

Finally, they separated. Then, I saw my mother reach behind Fengping and pull down her zipper, grabbing the collar and gently tugging, removing Fengping's long dress. Underneath, Fengping was still completely naked, just like before, and wore nipple rings; however, they weren't the dumbbell-shaped horizontal ones from before, but circular rings like my mother's. Perhaps her nipples were much smaller than my mother's, as the diameter of the rings was noticeably thinner.

I immediately glanced at her lower body; although I couldn't see her buttocks from where she was standing, I could clearly see a small section of red string protruding between her legs. I immediately knew she must have an anal plug inserted! It seemed that not wearing underwear and using anal plugs had become a habit for her.

After my mother helped Fengping take off her clothes, I saw her slowly turn around until her back was facing Fengping. Then, she bent forward at a right angle, stretched out her arms and pressed them onto the bed, sticking her buttocks up, and whispered to Fengping, "Harder!" At first, I didn't understand what my mother meant, but less than a second later, I knew what was happening.

As soon as my mother finished speaking, I heard several loud "smacks, smacks, smacks!" I saw Fengping holding a ping-pong paddle-like paddle high in her hand, gritting her teeth and using all her strength, slapping my mother's buttocks with the paddle, each slap harder than the last!

What shocked me even more was that after my mother's buttocks had been struck more than ten times by Fengping, they were already bright red, and she should have been in considerable pain. But instead of showing any sign of pain, my mother seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, shouting, "Ha...ha! Harder! Beat my buttocks until they're smashed! My buttocks are just for people to play with anyway, might as well smash them to pieces!"

Frankly, I wondered if I had misheard. Although I knew she wasn't some virtuous woman after I had peeked into her private life, I never imagined she could be such a lewd woman.

Even when I saw her being sandwiched between two men, she still managed to maintain the last shred of feminine dignity. Plus, my mother has always been very refined in both appearance and speech; if I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I would have found it hard to believe that she would utter such vulgar words.

However, I couldn't help but believe it; because I immediately heard my mother panting and shouting, "Fengping, I love being spanked by you! Heh...heh, I hate those stinky men! Ah...ah, hurry, hurry and put your plug in my hole, it's too wet!"

I saw Fengping lift her left leg and step on the bed, reach behind her to grab the rope on the anal plug, pull it down hard, and pull the anal plug out. Without washing it or even wiping it with paper, she directly inserted the anal plug into my mother's vagina!

She then gripped the rope tightly, pushed the anal plug all the way in, and pulled it out completely, treating it like a piston, constantly thrusting it in and out of my mother's vagina, all the while saying: "Big sister, don't lie to me; hehe, hehe, so where is your son? Didn't you say last time that he was your own flesh and blood, unlike those other stinking bastards. Hmm... hmm, just thinking about it makes me so excited! Imagine how comfortable it would be if your son were licking your asshole now."

After saying that, I saw her actually stick out her tongue, put her face down on my mother's buttocks, and lick her anus!

(IV)

I saw Fengping kneeling on the ground, burying her head between my mother's two big buttocks, her tongue licking incessantly as if she were licking ice cream, and she also brazenly thrusting the anal plug in her left hand into my mother's vagina; as for her right hand, it was not idle either, continuing to beat my mother with the black board in her hand! However, because the posture was different from before, the landing position had slowly moved from Mom's buttocks to her back.

In an instant, Mom's back was as red as her buttocks, and her hands, which had been supporting her body on the bed, trembled more and more violently. Finally, I saw her slowly stretch her hands forward, and her upper body slowly slumped onto the bed; she raised her head as high as possible, swaying left and right and wildly waving her hair, making sounds like "ouch, ouch" that sounded like she was talking, but also like she was crying with joy.

The more I watched, the more excited I became, imagining how awesome it would be to play like this with Mom! But I got so engrossed in my thoughts that I completely forgot I was outside the wall on the third floor; my right foot was trying to move to the left to get a better view, but I accidentally missed a step and almost fell to the ground! Luckily, my left hand was still tightly gripping the drainpipe on the wall, so there was no accident. However, I was still drenched in a cold sweat.

I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from my forehead. Then, I pressed my body against the wall and rested motionless for a while until I felt calmer before daring to peek into the room again.

By then, my mother and Fengping had changed positions. My mother was lying on her back on the bed with her legs spread apart, while Fengping was half-squatting and half-kneeling, her vulva facing my mother's mouth, straddling her.

At some point, Fengping was wearing a pair of black leather open-crotch underwear, and there was a very realistic dildo attached to the underwear! I saw her leaning slightly forward, one hand supporting herself on the bed, the other hand pressing on my mother's breast, sometimes kneading, sometimes grabbing, lewdly playing with my mother's breast. Meanwhile, my mother placed both hands on Fengping's vulva, her two thumbs pushing open the tender flesh of Fengping's mons pubis, sticking out her red tongue, sometimes licking, sometimes kissing, giving Fengping oral sex.

Fengping looked extremely comfortable, and occasionally swayed her waist and buttocks back and forth, rubbing her vaginal opening back and forth between my mother's nose and tongue. Through the reflection of the bedside lamp, it was clear that Fengping's vaginal opening was already very wet, and some secretions even gathered into several shiny transparent water columns, slowly dripping down and turning into several silver threads, sticking to my mother's tongue and the corners of her mouth!

For about six or seven minutes, Fengping enjoyed my mother's oral service before slowly moving her vulva away from my mother's mouth. Then, she lay down on her side next to my mother, pressing most of her body against her, bringing her mouth close to my mother's lips, and licking away the remaining secretions stuck to the corners of my mother's mouth with her tongue. Then, with malicious intent, she said to my mother, "Open your legs wider!"

My mother, with her eyes closed and an expression that seemed quite ecstatic, immediately did as Fengping instructed, spreading her legs wider to the sides. At this moment, I realized that the anal plug that Fengping had used to insert earlier was still inside her vagina. After my mother had fully spread her legs, Fengping sat up, glanced at my mother's vulva, and reached out to grab the rope on the anal plug. Then, with her eyes fixed on my mother's face, she suddenly pulled back with all her might, yanking the anal plug out of my mother's vagina!

After the anal plug was removed, my mother's labia were wide open, revealing her vagina as a fleshy orifice from a distance. Whether it was from pain or the sudden emptiness of her vagina, my mother's upper body jerked off the bed the moment the plug left her. She let out a strange "Ah!" before falling heavily back onto the bed.

It seemed that my mother's cry of pain was exactly what Fengping wanted. She grinned at my mother, a smug smile on her face, and patted my mother's inner thigh, saying, "Come on, turn around." Without waiting for a response, she lay down on her side.

After Fengping settled, my mother turned around, facing away from the bed, her back and buttocks facing Fengping.

Then, I saw Fengping take the anal plug, still in her hand, between her legs, aim it at her anus, and forcefully shove it back into her body! Then, she gripped the dildo in front of her open-crotch underwear with one hand, and put her other hand on my mother's shoulder. In a nearly mischievous tone, she asked my mother, "Hurry up and choose, front or back?"

My mother, whether out of shyness or genuine consideration, didn't answer. Fengping seemed impatient. She slapped my mother's buttocks, urging her to answer immediately, "If you still won't tell me, I'm going to sleep!" My mother then lifted her buttocks slightly and whispered, "Back!" Fengping seemed intent on making things difficult for my mother... Seeing that she still kept pressing, "What? I didn't hear you clearly."

She slapped my mother's buttocks and pressed her for the same question, repeating it six or seven times until she finally heard my mother say, "Put it in my ass!" Only then did she smile triumphantly, grasp the dildo, and rub the glans against my mother's vaginal opening for a while, waiting for the vaginal secretions to wet the glans; then, she aimed the glans at my mother's anus, pushed hard with her waist, and thrust the entire dildo straight into my mother's anus!

I consider myself quite precocious, and having never had any family to discipline me, I had long had the experience of secretly buying and reading pornographic magazines. Before, I disliked looking at pictures of two women playing together in books, always feeling it wasn't exciting enough; but after witnessing my mother and Fengping's fake lovemaking scene, I realized that two women could be so wildly passionate in bed. Especially when Fengping was sodomizing my mother with the dildo, her screams of pain and ecstasy were what excited me the most!

I really wanted to put my hand inside my pants to soothe my already throbbing penis; but since we were on the third floor outside, I dared not risk being thrown off the street by masturbating on the outside wall. So, I could only press my hard penis against the wall through my pants, barely easing the throbbing pain.

Pressing my penis against the wall like that didn't really help with the throbbing pain; I felt my lower body getting hotter and hotter, and the throbbing pain became increasingly unbearable. Just when I was about to reach my limit, I suddenly heard my mother call out, "Xiaoqiang!"

At that moment, because my attention was focused on my crotch, I hadn't paid attention to what was happening in the room; suddenly hearing my mother call my name, I thought I had been caught peeping, and I was instantly so frightened that my hands, feet, and penis all went limp at the same time! At the same time, I naturally and immediately pulled my head back, squatted down slightly, and hid under the ventilation hole.

However, I immediately knew it was just a false alarm; because I immediately heard Fengping's voice again, "Oh... Mom... come on, stick your butt up higher! Xiaoqiang is going to fuck Mom's asshole raw with his cock, ah... what do you say?" Then, I could only hear the two of them moaning and groaning and breathing heavily.

It took me a while to calm down. I was both surprised and excited that they would call my name. So, I peeked again and saw that they were still in the same position, lying on their sides on the bed, one in front of the other. However, the previous vigorous thrusting had stopped, and they were resting without moving.

I also rested with them without moving for a while before I saw Fengping gently pat my mother's buttocks. Then, I saw Fengping slowly pull her waist back, and my mother seemed to move her buttocks forward in perfect unison. I heard a soft "plop" sound, and Fengping had pulled the dildo out of my mother's anus!

Then, they turned over one after the other and lay on their backs side by side on the bed. They were still panting, but their breathing was obviously much calmer than before. After a while, I saw Fengping get out of bed, step over my mother, climb down to the bedside table, take off the open-crotch underwear containing the dildo, and casually throw it on the bedside table. Then, she pulled out the anal plug from her own anus and put it in her handbag.

After that, she took out a very strange cigarette. It was the kind of rolled cigarettes that country people like to smoke, and it looked about the same length, but the cigarette itself was unusually thin, only half the thickness of a regular cigarette! She lit her cigarette, tilted her head back slightly, closed her eyes, and took a deep drag before sitting down next to my mother, saying, "Big sister, want a puff?"

My mother gently shook her head, indicating she didn't want one. Fengping took two more puffs herself, and after a long while, she exhaled the smoke from her mouth. "Big sister," she said, "that old geezer told me today that your bald-headed guy is coming back from Hong Kong next week, and he's planning to arrange another get-together with you! Hehe, I think he's ninety percent after you."

My mother seemed to have rested enough, seeing her slowly sit down... She got up and sat on the bed with Fengping, their backs against the wall. Then, she took the cigarette from Fengping's hand, and like Fengping, slightly raised her head, closed her eyes, took a puff, and said, "I don't want to be with Lao Zhang! I'm not that stupid."

Fengping laughed and scolded, "Ha! So you're saying I'm stupid!"

Her mother smiled and said, "I'm not saying you're stupid; I just think that compared to Lao Zhang, Fatty Feng is much more generous! We don't earn this money easily, otherwise we wouldn't need to smoke these cigarettes." "I use things to numb myself. So, I can't be with Lao Zhang."

Fengping nodded in agreement, saying, "That old devil really isn't very generous; but, oh well, I haven't found anyone else yet, so I'll just stay with him for now. Hehe, the day I meet someone I love, I'll kick that old devil to the curb!"

Hearing her mother's tone suddenly become serious, she said very earnestly, "Don't think like that! Men are all fickle, I've been there, men are absolutely unreliable!"

Fengping's eyes... Chu Gu rolled around a few times, then asked my mother with a half-smile, "Ha, so I wonder if Xiao Qiang counts as a man?"

My mother spat and said, "He's my son, and he's young, how can they be the same!"

Feng Ping imitated my mother, spitting three times in a row before saying, "What's the difference? Hehe, hehe, it's just a matter of penis size! By the way, sister, seriously, have you ever seen your son's penis?"

My mother suddenly blushed, remained silent for a while, and then nodded! Fengping immediately pressed her with great interest, "Wow! When did you see that? How old is he? Is he fourteen? Does his penis get hard?"

I couldn't help but curse her in my mind, "You old hag, who said it wouldn't get hard? It's rock hard right now!" I continued watching, and when I saw my mother hesitate for a moment before lowering her voice and pointing with her right index finger, she said, "A little longer than this, the foreskin is rolled up...it looks quite cute."

Fengping seemed to be listening with great interest and immediately continued, "Come on, sister, tell me more clearly! Don't keep me in suspense." "When did you see it?"

My mother seemed a little embarrassed, her face flushed, and said, "About a month ago, that noon, Fatty Feng came by. He finished and left without even checking if I was done! After I finished packing, Xiaoqiang came home from school, and I felt... I felt a little... I planned to go back to my room to take care of it myself, but I was afraid he would come looking for me at the crucial moment, so I told him to go take a shower. Before I went back to my room, to make sure he was showering, I went... I peeked!"

Fengping looked enlightened and said, "Oh! No wonder, lately whenever I mention it..." When Xiaoqiang was mentioned, my older sister got especially excited, and her juices flowed a lot! Hehe, older sister, so you've seen your son; hehe, seriously, would you want to be with him…”

My mother blushed again and said angrily, “You're crazy, of course not!” But her expression immediately changed, and she looked a little confused. She sighed softly and continued, “He's so young, even if I were with him… even if I did that with him, he wouldn't know how.”

Fengping casually replied, “That's easy, you can teach him.”

My mother murmured, “How do you want me to teach him… teach him to hit me?” "Tie me up, abuse me?"

Fengping pondered for a moment before whispering, "So, you really want to have sex with your son..."

This time, Mom neither admitted nor denied it, only smiled sadly and said, "I don't know myself; anyway, I've been deceived and bullied by men too many times, and now I won't trust anyone except Xiaoqiang and you!"

I continued to peek for about half an hour, and saw that the two of them didn't seem tired at all, still chatting endlessly about everything under the sun. I thought to myself, "There's probably nothing more to see." So, I left the way I came and went back to my room to sleep.

After that, being "Spider-Man" every night was still my inevitable task! Unfortunately, apart from greatly improving my wall-climbing skills, I gained very little else; and I gradually found that I was losing interest in the monotonous scenes of Mom changing clothes or taking a bath! Day and night, my mind was filled with images of Mom having sex with other people.

My grades at school, along with the ever-present presence of my penis, plummeted, needless to say. Luckily, my grades were already bad to begin with, so even a further drop wouldn't be too noticeable on the report card.

Two or three months passed in the blink of an eye. During that time, Fatty Feng called several times looking for my mother; however, I never saw him. I guessed he probably came to see my mother during the day, so I guessed I missed many opportunities to watch the drama unfold. On the other hand, Feng Ping, since that night, would come to our house to have dinner with us one or two nights almost every week; however, she never stayed overnight.

As the weather got hotter day by day, being "Spider-Man" became increasingly difficult, mainly because there were just too many mosquitoes! In addition, my mother's room was always air-conditioned, and clinging to the wall to be exposed to the hot air, the noise and mosquitoes were both unbearable. The only consolation was that summer vacation was coming soon, and I hoped that there would be more opportunities to peek into my mother's private life during the day. Who knew that on the day before my summer vacation started, something unexpected would happen again!

I clearly remember that it was the last day of the semester, and school only had a symbolic half-day session before letting us go home. Feeling relaxed and happy, I first went to KFC for a big meal, then went to the bookstore near the school and bought two imported Japanese adult magazines. I hid them in my backpack and rushed home. But as soon as I entered the house, I had a feeling something was about to happen!

I saw two travel bags in the living room. One was full, zipped up, and I didn't know what was inside; but the other zipper wasn't closed, and I could clearly see it was full of my everyday clothes!

I was very confused and was about to go over to see what was going on when my mother rushed out of my bedroom, ran straight to me, and hugged me tightly. She cried sadly, "Xiaoqiang... your... Aunt Ping... something happened to her!" Without waiting for me to ask what had happened, she hurriedly let go of me and urged, "Quick, pack some clothes, we have to leave right away!"

I was full of questions, but my mother's constant urging forced me to hold back. I hastily packed a few clothes as she instructed and left with her in a hurry. We each carried a travel bag, got into a taxi, and drove to the train station. Then, we transferred to a train, and after about three hours, we arrived in Shenzhen in the south. During the journey, I asked my mother several times what had happened, but she never answered me.

When we arrived in Shenzhen, it was almost dusk. My mother seemed very familiar with the area and without hesitation led me to the opposite side of the station and into a five-star hotel. As soon as we entered the hotel, a staff member came to take our luggage. Then, my mother took my hand and led me to the service counter, asking, "Do you have any double rooms?"

The clerk pressed a few buttons on the computer and politely replied, "Yes, we do; however, we only have rooms with one double bed left."

My mother hesitated for a moment before opening her handbag, taking out some documents and cash, and handing them to the clerk, saying, "Well, there's nothing I can do; please register me and bring my luggage to the room. We'll grab something to eat at the coffee shop, and after we're done, could you please bring me the key?"

Then, my mother led me through the hotel lobby to the coffee shop. To the soft strains of a piano, a waitress in a cheongsam placed a plate of delicately presented peanuts on our table; then, she brought us the menu and asked what we would like to order. All of this felt like a country bumpkin visiting a grand mansion. Many questions I had intended to ask my mother earlier were instantly forgotten.

Mom casually ordered two drinks and two sandwiches, making do with what we had for dinner. Just as we finished eating, a waiter brought us the room key. Mom generously gave him a twenty-dollar tip, paid the bill, and then, hand in hand, led me to the elevator on the right and took it to our room on the seventh floor.

Once inside, a waiter brought us a large bottle of hot water, and Mom gave her a twenty-dollar tip as well.

I noticed our luggage was already neatly placed on the low cabinet next to the TV. Since I had never stayed in a hotel before, I didn't know they provided towels. After a long day of travel, my face felt greasy, so I opened my luggage, took out my towel, and went to the bathroom to wash my face.

Just as I took out the towel, I suddenly heard a woman's voice from the television, saying, "This morning, a serious bloodbath occurred in Tianhe District, Guangzhou! The deceased is 61-year-old businessman Feng Yunshan, and another 67-year-old former provincial party secretary Zhang Anshi was also seriously injured in the attack and is currently hospitalized at the 203rd Hospital of the People's Liberation Army in stable condition. The suspect is 22-year-old Chen Fengping from Guangxi, who jumped to her death after committing the crime! As for the motive for the murder, the relevant public security departments are still investigating."

At first, I thought Chen Fengping was someone else, but as I heard my mother crying bitterly behind me, I was shocked to realize that Chen Fengping was Aunt Ping!

I quickly turned around and looked at my mother, and saw her lying on the bed, her back heaving as she cried. I went over to her, wanting to say something to comfort her, but I really didn't know what to say. So I gently patted my mother's shoulder, handed her the towel, and said, "Mom, don't cry, wipe your tears."

My mother slowly stopped crying, sat up gently, took the towel from my hand, and wiped her tears. But soon she suddenly hugged me tightly, buried her head in my chest, and burst into loud sobs again! For a moment I felt helpless, so I could only imitate what my grandmother did to me when I cried as a child, gently patting my mother's back with one hand and stroking her hair with the other.

Sure enough, this trick worked immediately, and my mother gradually stopped crying again. However, perhaps due to her fluctuating emotions and the fatigue of the journey, after she stopped crying, she looked quite tired and asked me, "Xiaoqiang, Mom is so tired. Can you hold me and sleep with me for a while?"

I felt truly flattered. Over the years, let alone sleeping with my mother, we had barely spoken to each other. So, I hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.

My mother pulled back the sheets, took off only her high heels, without even taking off her stockings, and went to bed.

I also took off my sneakers, but the smell of my feet was unbearable, so I apologized to my mother, saying, "I'll go wash my feet first." After saying that, I ran to the bathroom to wash my feet.

I quickly washed my feet with soap, didn't dry them much, and went back to the room. I turned off the light, climbed into bed in the dark, and lay down next to my mother. After I lay down, Mom kissed me on the cheek; then, she slowly turned her back to me and softly asked me to hug her from behind.

I gently pressed my chest against Mom's back and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. In the dark room, on the soft bed, in the quiet environment, I suddenly had a strange feeling, a feeling that "Mom is mine."

In fact, I had never felt this way before. I had always felt too unfamiliar with Mom; I had never even dreamed of her. However, I immediately thought of her relationships with those men, feeling that she was hiding too many secrets from me, and I couldn't help but feel a little angry!

For some reason, I suddenly thought of my toys from when I was a child! I loved playing with my toys with others, but I couldn't stand others taking my things. If someone took my toys, I would fight tooth and nail to get them back! Yet, I also loved sharing them with others. Because of this, I fought countless times with the children in the countryside. I don't know how to explain it, but that's how I felt about my mother back then; I didn't mind her messing around with other men, but I hated that she kept it from me!

In short, I felt a nameless love and a strong hatred intertwined tightly in my heart, and I couldn't sort it out no matter what I said. My inner turmoil surged, and I could faintly smell the delicate fragrance of my mother's hair and hear her rhythmic breathing. Gradually, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and I drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, only that when I woke up, it was still pitch black. In the darkness, I was still holding my mother; she seemed to be fast asleep. Because I had been holding her with both arms, my left hand was numb and painful from the pressure of her body. I couldn't help but slowly move my left hand upwards, hoping to move it and relieve the stinging sensation. But as I did so, my palm landed squarely on my mother's breast!

I admit I've always longed to touch my mother's breasts, even through her clothes; but at the time, I genuinely had no ulterior motives, it was purely unintentional that my hand landed on her chest. So, I naturally and immediately removed my hand; but as soon as my hand moved, my mother's body turned to the left; thus, my left hand not only didn't leave her chest, but was instead pressed squarely against her right breast!

At first, I didn't feel anything special, just a little embarrassed, so I tried to pull my hand out from between my mother's breast and the bed. But as soon as I moved, I felt something soft in my palm, and a strangely comfortable sensation surged up! That's when I suddenly realized that my dream had come true—I was actually touching my mother's breast! Perhaps because it was my first time touching a woman's breast, even though I knew it belonged to my mother and there were clothes and a bra between us, I couldn't help but feel incredibly excited!

In the darkness, I secretly took a breath and carefully rubbed my mother's breast a few times with my palm. The feeling was so stimulating and wonderful! I observed for a while, and seeing that my mother didn't move or react, I rubbed it a few more times. Perhaps I used more force this time, because my mother made a "hmm" sound and suddenly woke up!

I was so startled that I almost peed myself, thinking she had discovered that I was secretly touching her breast! Because the room was completely dark, I couldn't see my mother's expression or movements. I only felt the bed shaking slightly, and her breast slowly moved away from my palm. My anxiety grew until I felt her get out of bed and grope her way towards the bathroom. Only then did I feel a little relieved. Sure enough, I soon heard the bathroom door close and saw light coming through the crack.

After the initial panic subsided, a feeling of loss immediately arose within me. I desperately wanted my mother to return to my side. But after about ten minutes, there was still no movement. Just as I was about to get out of bed to see why my mother hadn't come out yet, a blinding light shone directly into my face from the direction of the bathroom! I quickly narrowed my eyes, pretending to still be asleep, and turned my head to look towards the bathroom.

The bathroom door slowly opened, but my mother wasn't there. A little surprised, I waited a while longer before she peeked out. She glanced at me a few times, seemingly checking if I was still asleep, before quietly emerging from the bathroom. Once she was out, I noticed she was only wrapped in a towel, carrying the clothes she had been wearing.

She tiptoed to the foot of the bed, gently placing the clothes down. Then, turning her back to me, she opened her travel bag on the low cabinet next to the TV, took out a light blue bathrobe, turned back, looked at me again, and then unwrapped the towel. Through the bathroom light, I could clearly see that under the towel, my mother was completely naked except for a light blue pair of underwear with a subtle floral pattern.

She didn't seem in a hurry to put on the bathrobe; instead, she placed it at the foot of the bed and bent down to tidy up the clothes she had changed out of. I immediately saw that her upper body was bare, her two pointed breasts drooping down, swaying back and forth as she adjusted her clothes! She still wore nipple rings, and because of her bent-over posture, the weight of the rings was concentrated downwards, stretching her nipples, which were larger than her thumbs, into long, alluring shapes! It

took my mother about three or four minutes to finish adjusting her clothes, and I secretly watched with great interest! Then I saw her pick up her clothes and turn to put them back in her travel bag; but as she turned back to put on her bathrobe, her arm accidentally knocked over my backpack, which was next to her travel bag, and it fell to the ground. Since the zipper of my backpack wouldn't close, everything inside spilled out instantly.

At first, I didn't think much of it, thinking that if something was lost, I could just pick it up, but then I saw the change in my mother's expression, and I suddenly realized that there were two adult magazines in my backpack that I had bought at noon! I silently cried out, "Oh no!" and saw Mom bend down and pick up the two magazines.

Lying on my bed pretending to be asleep, I watched helplessly as Mom took the two adult magazines I'd hidden in my bag. I thought, "Oh no! Caught red-handed, I'm doomed!" Although I was terrified, I couldn't find an excuse to argue, nor did I have the courage to run away. So I forced myself to continue pretending to sleep, waiting for Mom's scolding.

I watched as Mom flipped through the magazines a few times, then turned and gave me a strange look. She flipped through them again, stared at me for a moment, and then carefully put the magazines, along with the scattered books and stationery, back into my bag. After putting everything away, she looked at me again before putting the bag back in its place.

At that moment, I wondered why Mom hadn't come over to scold me yet. But then I remembered she was still topless; she would definitely start scolding me after she was dressed! Sure enough, I immediately saw her take a bra out of her travel bag, then put on the bra and the robe at the foot of the bed, and then walk towards me.

Seeing that I was doomed, I felt less afraid than before, and silently said to myself, "Lin Zhiqiang, Lin Zhiqiang, it's your own fault for being careless. You deserve this beating and scolding. Just wait to die!" But just as I resigned myself to my fate and prepared to receive my mother's scolding, something strange happened!

When my mother was only three or four steps away from my side, she suddenly stopped. I squinted and saw that her expression seemed somewhat uncertain, as if she was considering something. She stood there motionless for a while, then suddenly walked back to the foot of the bed and took off the robe and bra she had just put on in one go!

After Mom took off her clothes, I saw her extend her left hand, pinching her left nipple between her thumb and forefinger; then, with her right hand, she grasped the nipple ring on her nipple, gently pressed it, and turned it half a turn clockwise to remove it. She placed the removed nipple ring on the TV and began to remove the one on her right nipple, but she suddenly stopped halfway through!

She glanced at me strangely, then looked down at her own chest for a full half minute before finally putting both nipple rings back on! Next, I saw her pick up the bra she had put on but then taken off and put it back in her travel bag; then, without a bra but still wearing the nipple rings, she put her robe back on! At the time,

I really didn't understand what Mom was up to, and I was only thinking that every minute I could delay being scolded was better than nothing, and it would be even better if she kept changing and taking off her clothes. Unfortunately, Mom finally put on her bathrobe and walked slowly to my side.

My heart pounded faster and faster, and my hands and feet turned ice-cold. I almost couldn't resist getting up to apologize and beg for her forgiveness; but to my surprise, Mom didn't wake me or scold me. Instead, as if afraid of waking me, she tiptoed into bed and quietly fell asleep beside me.

Since Mom was sleeping right next to me, and the bathroom light was still on, I didn't dare risk squinting. I obediently closed my eyes and continued to pretend to sleep. I lay there nervously, vaguely hearing Mom sigh a few times, but nothing else happened. After what seemed like a long time, I drifted off to sleep again.

I slept until almost noon the next day when I was awakened by the sound of a door opening and closing. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Mom wearing a dark blue dress and white high heels, carrying several shopping bags, coming back from outside. She put the shopping bags under the TV, took off her high heels, and then sat at the foot of the bed, massaging her calves, saying to me, "Did I wake you?" Seeing that I shook my head to indicate no, she continued, "Go wash your face, I've ordered some food."

Seeing that my mother didn't mention the adult magazines, I happily pretended nothing had happened, jumped out of bed, and slipped into the bathroom.

I had just started washing up when I heard someone knocking on the door and my mother answering. When I came out, I saw a trolley in the room with two servings of Italian soup, two servings of shrimp and lettuce salad, a serving of French-style roasted lamb chops, and a dish of foie gras with grilled prawns, along with two drinks.

My mother asked me what I wanted to eat, and I said anything was fine. She then offered me the foie gras. I took a couple of bites and found the taste strange; seeing that I didn't like it, my mother swapped her lamb chops with mine. She peeled the shrimp and placed the shrimp meat on my plate; she only ate the foie gras herself. Seeing that my mother seemed to be in a good mood, I casually asked her, "Mom, what happened? When are we going home?"

When I asked her that, Mom's expression immediately became blank. She stared at the ceiling for a long time before lowering her head and saying softly, "There are many things I can't tell you right now, and I don't know how to tell you! I don't know when I can come home yet, maybe in a few more days."

At that time, because of my age, I didn't really care about these things. Seeing that Mom didn't want to talk about it, I didn't bother to ask her anymore. I just finished my lunch, pushed the food cart out of the room, and started watching TV.

We didn't leave the room all day that day, and dinner was also brought to the room. We just stayed in the room, watching TV or chatting occasionally to pass the time.

My mother hadn't mentioned the adult magazines, and although I was surprised she hadn't punished me, I wasn't about to be foolish enough to remind her. Everything remained peaceful until around 11 PM. I remember we were watching TV together. My mother had been fine until suddenly her expression changed drastically, and she yawned five or six times. Then, as if she were cold, she started shivering slightly.

I asked her if she was alright, and she grabbed her handbag, casually replying, "I'm fine!" before rushing to the bathroom.

About ten minutes passed, and she hadn't come out. I started to worry and went to the bathroom door. I heard the sound of running water, but not my mother's voice. So, I knocked on the door and asked if she felt any better. After a while, there was still no response. I grew anxious and pounded on the door a few more times. Just as I was about to shout to ask if she was alright, the bathroom door opened from the inside. I then saw my mother, just like last night, appear before me wearing only a bath towel.

She seemed to have just showered, and her spirits were noticeably better than before; however, her eyes looked a little unfocused, and her cheeks were flushed, as if she were slightly drunk, or perhaps weak. She leaned slightly against the bathroom door, looking at me with a half-smile, and said, "I'm fine, don't worry. Go take a shower!"

Without waiting for me to get a change of clothes, she reached out and unbuttoned my shirt!

To be honest, even though she's my mother, I've never undressed in front of her in all these years, and I feel I'm not a child anymore! Suddenly seeing her start to undress me, I naturally took a step back to avoid her. But my mother's hand was gripping my shirt tightly, and the bathroom floor was slippery. With the pull of my body, my mother stumbled forward two or three steps.

Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal; however, because of this, the bath towel on my mother's body came loose and fell to the ground! In an instant, she stood naked before me. Although I had secretly peeked at my mother's naked body many times, the thrill of suddenly seeing her completely exposed at such close range was still quite shocking!

Her breasts trembled slightly with her breath, two glittering nipple rings hanging from her two large, dark nipples, reflecting each other; her pubic area was completely bare, smooth and incredibly beautiful. I was so captivated by my mother's naked body that I lost track of time until I saw her pick up a towel and wrap herself in it again, which brought me back to my senses.

I stole a glance at my mother's face and saw that she was staring at mine; we stared at each other for a while, both seemingly trying to guess what the other was thinking, and the atmosphere became increasingly awkward. Finally, I saw my mother come out of the bathroom and say to me, "Aren't you going to take a shower?" I seized the opportunity to agree and slipped into the bathroom.

I drowsily washed myself in the bathroom for a while, and only when I was drying myself did I realize I'd forgotten to bring a change of clothes. So, I did what my mother did, wrapping my lower body in a towel and going back to my room.

I saw my mother already wearing a bathrobe, standing by the TV with her back to me, seemingly searching for something in her travel bags. After a while, she turned to face me with a sweet smile and handed me a pair of cotton underwear, saying, "Here, my dear son, your underwear."

I took the underwear, unsure whether to untie the towel and put it on in front of my mother or go to the bathroom to change. While I hesitated, I was horrified to discover that the silk bathrobe my mother was wearing was almost see-through! Before, when her back was to me, I hadn't noticed, but now, facing her, I could clearly see that under her bathrobe, besides her nipple rings, there was nothing underneath—she wasn't even wearing underwear!

I stared intently at the pair of nipple rings on my mother's nipples, my thoughts gradually becoming muddled; and, foolishly, I couldn't resist my curiosity and blurted out, "Mom, do...does it hurt when you wear these?" As soon as I finished speaking, I realized I shouldn't have asked my mother such a question, and I felt extremely regretful, but the words were already out and couldn't be taken back; I could only pretend to go to the bathroom to put on my underwear to avoid embarrassment between us.

Just as I was about to turn around, I heard my mother casually reply, "It hurt a little when I first got my piercing, but I'm used to it now. It's like wearing an earring; it doesn't hurt anymore." Then, she stretched and pointed to the towel wrapped around my body, continuing, "What are you waiting for? Put your underwear on quickly. It's late; let's go to sleep."

I saw my mother waiting for me to change my underwear so openly, and I thought that it wouldn't be very manly of me to go to the bathroom to change. So, without hesitation, I untied the towel in front of her, brazenly revealing my newly developed penis; only then did I put on my underwear.

After I finished putting on my underwear, Mom suddenly hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear with a mournful tone, "Son, I haven't taken good care of you all these years. Do you hate me?"

I thought for a moment and answered her sincerely, "I don't care about anything else, I... I'm just upset that you've kept so many things from me!"

Mom initially shook her head, seemingly wanting to deny that she was hiding anything from me, but then she hesitated for a long time, smiled bitterly, and said, "I'm sorry! There were indeed many things I couldn't tell you in the past; but that doesn't mean Mom doesn't love you or trust you. It's just that you were young then, and I was afraid you wouldn't understand. Now that you're grown up, I swear from this moment on, Mom will always..." "I'll never hide anything from you again!" She then changed her expression, smiled sweetly, and continued, "However, we must treat each other fairly, and you can't hide anything from me either!"

In that instant, the feeling of "Mom is mine!" welled up inside me again; so I nodded in agreement and took the initiative to kiss Mom's cheek, saying, "It's a deal!"

Mom smiled and nodded, then took my hand, turned off the room light, and groped our way to the bedside in the darkness; then, she softly said to me, "Hold me!"

Without hesitation, I hugged her tightly as Mom instructed, and suddenly felt a fragrant, warm breeze on my nose, followed by two hot lips pressed against mine! Before I could react, I heard a soft "mmm" from Mom's nostrils; then, I immediately felt Mom's tongue pass through my lips, into my mouth, and constantly licking and wandering on my tongue!

I'd seen countless kisses between men and women in magazines and novels before, but actually kissing someone was a first for me! I felt a surge of heat coursing through my body, an inexplicable rush from my mouth to my groin, my penis instantly erect. I met my mother's tongue with mine, and involuntarily pulled her closer, pressing my hard, throbbing penis against her lower abdomen!

My mother seemed to be holding me too tightly; she gently pushed me away, whispering, "Let's go to bed!" Then, she took my hand and we climbed into bed together, lying side by side.

We lay quietly for a while, then she suddenly turned to her side, pressing her thigh against mine, her mouth close to my ear, and whispered, "Hmm...hmm, do you want to kiss me again?"

Of course, I wanted it a thousand times over! I just didn't dare say it out loud. Since my mother asked first, I didn't even want to waste time saying "okay." I immediately turned my head towards her, pressed my lips to hers, and thrust my tongue into her mouth, then we began a passionate kiss!

I remember the room was dark and quiet; we couldn't see each other's expressions, but I could feel my mother's nose gently rubbing against mine, her warm, fragrant breath brushing against my lips. All I could hear was our heavy breathing, and of course, the sounds of our tongues entwining. The feeling was indescribable. The more

we kissed, the more excited I became, and my penis grew harder. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I felt her slowly move her thigh, which had been pressing against my legs, upwards until it was over my erect penis. Then, she raised her thigh slightly, gently pressing it against the tip of my glans, rubbing her thigh back and forth against my penis!

The pleasurable sensation sent a shiver through me, and my hand instinctively reached for my mother's breast! I felt her recoil slightly as soon as I touched her breast, and she stopped kissing me. I immediately berated myself for my rash actions and apologized, "I'm sorry! I...I didn't mean to..." Before

I could finish, I felt my mother press her hand to my mouth, stopping me from speaking. Then, I felt the bed shake for a moment; then, I heard my mother softly say, "What happened tonight, you...you mustn't tell anyone!"

I didn't understand what she meant and was about to ask when she pressed herself against me, pressing her lips to mine again in a passionate kiss. I felt two small metal objects pressing lightly against my chest, and then it dawned on me. I immediately wrapped my arms around her. Sure enough, my hands were on her smooth skin; then, my hands began to caress her bare back!

At that moment, I felt both excited and scared, as if I were dreaming. On one hand, I had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but on the other hand, I really wanted to touch my mother's breasts! Just as I was hesitating and struggling internally, my mother seemed to read my mind. I felt her suddenly tighten her grip on my arm and slowly guide my hand from her back to her chest; then, she gently pressed the back of my hand and placed my palm on her breast!

I immediately felt a warm and soft sensation in my palm, incredibly wonderful! Naturally, I rubbed it a few times, feeling my palm being tickled by my mother's nipples and nipple rings in circles. A strange impulse made me unable to resist pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger; then, I held my mother's large, fleshy nipple between my two fingers and twisted it quite forcefully a few times!

I heard a soft "ah" from deep in my mother's throat. Thinking I had hurt her, I immediately stopped pinching her nipples and wanted to apologize. But instead, she stopped kissing me, pressed her lips to my ear, and whispered in a daze, "Mmm...mmm! Harder...both!" At

first, I was hesitant, but she urged me to play with her nipples again. With her encouragement, I finally mustered the courage to gently push her body up a little and pinch her nipples with my fingers. Then, I began to pinch and play with them forcefully.

At first, I was afraid I would hurt her, but she seemed completely unaffected, instead letting out intoxicating moans! So I became more and more unrestrained, sometimes deliberately pulling her nipples down, occasionally flicking her nipple rings with my fingers, and pinching her nipples harder and harder.

I played with my mother's nipples for a few minutes, and just as I was about to try sucking on them, she suddenly pushed my hands away gently and said to me in a very serious tone, "Promise me, you won't tell anyone about tonight!" Without hesitation, I simply replied, "Don't worry!" Then I felt my mother start to take off my underwear!

I don't know if it was because my mother was really slow in taking off my underwear, or because I was too nervous, but I only remember that it took a very long time for her to remove it. My throbbing, hot penis, without the obstruction of my underwear, felt incredibly good as the air conditioning in the room blew on it! Even though it was pitch black in the room, I still closed my eyes, wanting to enjoy the pleasure of the "wind blowing on my penis."

But as soon as I closed my eyes, I heard my mother say very softly, "Don't be afraid, relax."

I didn't understand what was so scary, and just as I was about to ask her what she was afraid of, I suddenly felt my glans being gently bitten! Actually, the light bite didn't hurt at all; on the contrary, it felt quite stimulating and comfortable. It just came so suddenly that I instinctively dodged to the right. Immediately afterward, I heard my mother near my thigh, asking with concern, "Did it hurt?"

Because I was inexperienced at the time, I had no idea what was happening. It was only then that I suddenly realized my mother was giving me oral sex! I'd seen plenty of pictures of women sucking men's penises in magazines, but I could only guess at how pleasurable it felt. In an instant, I felt immense regret, regretting that I had dodged earlier. I was terrified that my mother wouldn't give me another chance. So, I quickly said to her, "No, it doesn't hurt! You…you help me again…"

Before I could finish, I felt my penis near my pubic hair being pinched by fingers. Then, I felt a wet, warm, indescribably pleasurable sensation on the glans!

I couldn't help but tremble a few times, and involuntarily let out several "ah" sounds from deep in my throat!

With the occasional "thump, thump" sound in my ears, I felt my entire penis being completely taken into my mother's mouth. She slowly pulled it out, licked the urethral opening a few times with the tip of her tongue, and then sucked it all back into her mouth.

My mother performed oral sex on me like this for three or four minutes, and I was feeling incredibly comfortable. Suddenly, I felt my mother's mouth leave my penis, and I immediately felt a sense of loss. Just as I was wondering how to ask her to continue, I felt a tingling, itchy sensation in my scrotum. I immediately realized that my mother was licking my scrotum with her tongue! So, I didn't move, trying to enjoy and experience the different pleasure between "blowjob" and "testicle licking"!

I only felt my mother's tongue licking my scrotum in circles, feeling a little itchy, and to be honest, it didn't feel as good as the "blowjob" before.

But thankfully, she only licked for a while, and then her tongue slowly moved away. My mother spread my legs as wide as possible with her hands; then, I felt her tongue travel from the bottom of my scrotum all the way down to my anus!

At that moment, I truly never dreamed that such a dirty place as defecating could be licked with a tongue! What's more, it was my own mother licking me, the feeling was unbelievable. I only felt my anus getting wet and numb from my mother's tongue licking it, sometimes licking with the tip of her tongue, sometimes pushing her tongue into my anus, it felt strangely comfortable. Plus, having my mother lick the dirtiest part of my body, the intense stimulation made me even more excited!

I enjoyed my mother licking my anus, I don't know how long it lasted; suddenly, I heard my mother between my legs say to me: "Don't move, try to relax!" With the previous experience, I thought: "This time, even if you really bite me, I won't move no matter what!" But to my surprise, although my mother didn't bite me this time, the shock I felt was even greater than if she had bitten me hard!

Because, as soon as my mother finished speaking, I immediately felt one of her fingers suddenly and without warning being inserted straight into my anus! What was even worse was that her finger was somehow made wet and slippery, almost as if it had been smeared with soap, and it was so easy to pull it all the way in and out of my anus, moving in and out repeatedly!

In an instant, my anus felt both hot and uncomfortable. I struggled to sit up, trying to stop my mother from continuing to penetrate my anus. But it seemed she had anticipated my attempt; she pressed down on my chest the moment I moved, preventing me from sitting up. Then, I immediately felt her take my penis into her mouth again, continuing her oral sex! I was experiencing a bittersweet sensation. The pleasure from my penis in her mouth and the discomfort in my anus caused by her fingers were intertwined endlessly!

This bittersweet feeling intensified as her movements became faster and faster!

But strangely, after her fingers had been in and out of my anus for a while, I was horrified to find that my anus wasn't as uncomfortable as it had been at the beginning; instead, a strange pleasure gradually began to develop. This pleasure seemed to slowly accumulate, growing stronger with each thrust of her fingers, eventually becoming even more intense than the sensation from my penis!

I couldn't help but let out a comfortable "Ah!" while a vague urge to push my penis deeper into my mother's mouth flashed through my mind. Without realizing it, I reached out my left hand, grabbed my mother's hair, and pressed her head down harder. Perhaps my pressure made her breathless, she grabbed my left hand and guided it between her legs. Then, she pushed my palm against her vulva, spat out my penis, and gasped, saying, "Mmm...mmm, touch me!"

In the darkness, I felt an unusual wetness where my left hand touched. I knew it was my mother's vaginal opening—the very doorway to this world fifteen years ago!

I ran my fingers around my mother's vaginal opening, finding it all wet. There were two thick, soft, slippery lumps of flesh on either side, which felt quite fun. A little above these lumps was their meeting point. I pressed it with my thumb and discovered a small, round, slightly hardened fleshy bead hidden in the center. Each time I rubbed that pearl-sized fleshy mound with my fingers, Mom seemed to shudder with a jolt!

For some reason, I suddenly had a strange urge and couldn't help but squeeze my index and middle fingers together, holding them straight up. Then, I thrust them hard into Mom's vagina! A wet, warm, and soft sensation traveled back from my fingers; the feeling was so wonderful that I couldn't help but push harder, hoping to push my fingers in even deeper. Mom immediately let out a soft "Oh" as I thrust in, "Don't just push it in, move it!"

I misunderstood that Mom wanted me to move my fingers, bending and straightening them; so, I frantically dug my two fingers into her vagina! Mom immediately yelled for me to stop; then, she lifted her waist and sat down, creating a thrusting motion. Only then did I understand how to use my fingers to play with my "hometown"!

As the saying goes, once you understand one principle, you understand a hundred. Now that I've learned how to insert a finger into a vagina, I immediately thought of the fingers my mother used to insert into my anus—why were they so wet? I thought to myself, "Great! It's my turn to try it on your anus!" So, I inserted my ring finger into my mother's vagina, and kept inserting three fingers in and out of her vagina for a while, until I felt that all three fingers were soaked with her vaginal fluid. Then, I withdrew my ring finger and slowly extended it to her anus. Then, just like she had used it on me, I ruthlessly returned the favor with a "straight to the heart" move!

I don't know if it was because I wasn't skilled enough, or if my mother was very experienced, but apart from her breathing becoming noticeably faster, she didn't seem to have any other uncomfortable reactions. But this made me even bolder to explore both of my mother's holes. I don't understand why I always wanted to make my mother uncomfortable; it was as if that was what excited me. So, I just kept thrusting my fingers in and out wildly, bending and straightening them inside her, messing around and digging, deliberately torturing her as much as possible.

My mother was inserting her fingers into my anus while simultaneously sucking on my penis; and I was using three fingers to play with her vagina and anus at the same time. We did this for a few minutes; then my mother suddenly stopped all her movements, pulled her fingers out of my anus, and released her mouth from my penis, breathing slightly as she said to me, "Take your fingers out and put them back in a little."

At that moment, I was enjoying myself, and although I felt a little helpless when my mother said this, I had no choice but to do as she instructed. I first pulled my fingers out of my mother's vagina and anus; then, I slowly moved my body a little further to the right side of the bed. As soon as I lay down, I felt the whole bed shake, and then I felt my mother straddling my lower body!

I felt my mother first grasp my penis with her hand. Then, I felt a slight wetness at the tip of my penis, and suddenly felt my mother's body sink down; then, I heard a "squeak," and at the same time, a warm, incredibly comfortable sensation came from my penis. After that, I was intoxicated by that comfortable feeling, feeling completely relaxed, as if floating on clouds!

I don't remember how much time passed, only that my mind was blank, the creaking of the spring mattress constantly echoing in my ears, my consciousness and thoughts becoming hazy, the only thought on my mind being: "Really? Am I really having sex with my mother?" The thought of being inside my mother's vagina, actually having sex with a woman, immediately generated a strong wave of pleasure. I felt my penis growing increasingly swollen, my mother's vagina enveloping it tightly, and the tip of my penis becoming increasingly numb and uncomfortable!

Suddenly, my muscles convulsed uncontrollably, followed by several spurts of heat, one after another, shooting out from my urethra and into my mother's vagina, thus ending my virginity!

Shortly after I ejaculated, I felt my mother stand up, pulling my penis out of her vagina; then, she slowly lay down beside me. Suddenly, I had a wild idea—to see what my mother's vulva looked like after I ejaculated on her! So, without any sense of propriety, I sat up and reached for the bedside lamp!

As soon as the lamp came on, I immediately saw my mother lying naked beside me, her legs slightly parted. She glanced at me, and whether the light was too bright or for some other reason, she immediately covered her face with her hands, saying urgently, "Ah! Why did you turn on the light? Turn it off..."

Half an hour ago, I would have immediately obeyed her and turned off the light. But for some reason, I suddenly felt a surge of masculinity, filling me with confidence and courage. I even dared to refuse my mother's request outright, "No! I want to see." Without waiting for her objections, I sat forward, my gaze fixed on my mother's vulva. Then, I used my hands to spread her legs as wide as possible, carefully observing her vulva!

My mother struggled slightly, then closed her legs back to their original position. Seeing her uncooperative attitude, I was both angry and anxious, and "smack!" I slapped her thigh! Surprisingly, this slap made my mother become obedient, completely ceasing her struggles. I then slapped her other thigh again, and in a tentative tone commanded her, "Come on, open wider, I can't see!" Sure enough, my mother obediently spread her legs herself!

I saw that my mother's vulva was white and smooth, and because her pubic hair had always been shaved, it appeared exceptionally full.

The entire vaginal opening was wet, revealing two thick labia that opened and closed slightly with each breath.

The more I looked, the more amused I became. Suddenly, I saw some off-white, paste-like liquid slowly seeping from my mother's vagina. I knew that was the semen I had ejaculated inside her earlier. I watched it slowly flow from her vagina to her anus, then onto the sheets. So, I used my right index and middle fingers to catch the semen on her anus and smear it back into her vagina.

But then even more semen flowed out. I suddenly remembered poking my mother's vagina with my fingers in the dark earlier, and a surge of childlike urges arose within me. I immediately held up three fingers and rubbed them back and forth at the entrance of her vagina, coating them with a mixture of semen and vaginal secretions. Then, I aimed at her vaginal opening, measured it, and pushed forward forcefully, inserting all three fingers completely into her vagina. Then I began to playfully thrust in and out of her vagina!

I saw my mother lying on the bed, her hands covering her face, her legs spread wide apart. Her breasts and large nipples trembled rhythmically as I masturbated her, and her breathing quickened. The more I touched her, the more fun I found it, and I felt my palms and the backs of my hands becoming increasingly wet. Suddenly, I remembered seeing a scene in a foreign adult magazine where a woman had her entire hand inserted into her vagina! I immediately thought, "If I don't try it now, when will I?"

This wicked thought filled me with intense excitement! I couldn't resist pulling out three fingers, then gathering all five into a beak shape, aiming at my mother's vaginal opening, and forcefully shoving it inside. Immediately, I heard my mother cry out in pain. I turned to look at her; her hands had already let go, and she was no longer covering her face. She was staring at me with a strange expression, a mixture of surprise and pleasure, yet also a look of something that seemed to be a mixture of ecstasy and pain!

Her pupils seemed to gleam with an unusual light, her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

We stared at each other for a moment before she closed her eyes and began to breathe rapidly. Looking down at the area between my mother's legs, I realized that my entire palm and the back of my hand were completely buried inside her vagina! The scene before me was incredibly stimulating, and I couldn't help but use my hand like a pile driver, thrusting it in and out of my mother's vagina repeatedly. As my pile-driving motions increased in speed, I heard a series of "squeak, squeak" sounds, and my mother's breathing became increasingly rapid, until she was panting heavily.

I continued to masturbate my mother's vagina vigorously for about three or four minutes, when suddenly I felt her whole body tremble violently. When I looked at her, I saw my mother's muscles tense, her face contorted in ecstasy. Her head slowly tilted back, her elbows braced on the bed, as she gently raised her trembling upper body. She pressed her palms against her breasts, simultaneously threading her index fingers through her nipple rings and forcefully pushing them forward, stretching her enormous nipples long and deformed!

Then I felt a powerful suction from inside my mother's vagina, tightly gripping my hand; so I had to thrust even harder. This time, what had initially been just past my wrist now pushed in to about half an forearm deep with each thrust! Since it was my first time doing this to a woman's vagina, seeing my hand penetrating deeper and deeper into my mother's body filled me with both excitement and fear. Seeing the unreadable expression on my mother's face, a mixture of pleasure and pain, I naturally lessened the pressure in my hands.

Suddenly, Mom raised her head, her expression anxious and tense, her eyes fixed on me. In a desperate, almost pleading tone, she said, "Don't...don't stop! Thrust harder...thrust as hard as you can...! Hurry up..."

Seeing Mom's constant urging, I gritted my teeth and increased the strength and speed of my hand, relentlessly masturbating her vagina! This frenzied thrusting continued for several minutes until Mom suddenly let out a long "Ah!" followed by convulsions, her vagina and legs tensing even more violently! I vaguely remembered this scene; it was the day I secretly watched Mom being anally penetrated by Fengping, and Mom ended up with the same expression! I secretly thought to myself, "This must be what they call a woman's orgasm!"

Just as I was lost in thought and no longer paying attention to Mom, I suddenly felt a burning sensation on my cheek, as if something had sprayed onto it! I instinctively and immediately shifted my body backward, and as a result, my hand, which was inserted into my mother's vagina, slipped out with a "pop"! I looked at my mother, and was horrified to see several streams of liquid—I couldn't tell if it was urine or something else—shooting out like water arrows from the tip of her vagina and splashing onto the sheets! It was the same liquid that had sprayed onto my cheek earlier.

The more I watched, the more astonished I became, wondering how much of this liquid my mother had sprayed out. I carefully counted, and saw that my mother sprayed about ten times before stopping. Afterward, my mother seemed completely exhausted, her eyes tightly closed, her brow furrowed, her hair a mess, and she remained motionless except for faint breathing, lying with her arms and legs completely spread out, like a starfish.

I didn't know if my mother was asleep; so, I gently called her name twice. My mother seemed extremely tired, only letting out a soft "hmm" through her nostrils as a response, before falling asleep again without moving.

Seeing her asleep, I also felt sleepy, so I lay down beside her, pressing my left hand and thigh against her. I felt her soft, naked body against me; it felt so comfortable. My mind kept replaying everything that had just happened, feeling as if it were a dream, my heart filled with mixed emotions of joy and sorrow. One moment I was happy, the next I felt like I had done something wrong. Lost in thought, I drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, only remembering being woken by a gust of cold wind. I realized I wasn't wearing any clothes; I reached for the blankets to cover myself, only to find my mother wasn't there.

I got up and looked at the digital clock on the bedside table, realizing it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. I thought she must have gone out to buy something again, and was about to lie back down when I heard her come in through the door.

At that moment, for some reason, I suddenly felt a strong urge to hug my mother. So, disregarding my nakedness, I jumped out of bed and headed towards the door. I saw her carrying several bags, busy closing the door. I immediately went up to her, wanting to help her with her things and maybe give her a hug.

But when she saw me approaching naked, her attitude completely changed from the previous night's affectionate one. She reverted to her usual self, giving me a cold glare

and saying in an almost scolding tone, "What are you doing? You're so old, and you're still running around the room naked! Aren't you ashamed?" In an instant, my enthusiasm was extinguished by my mother's cold water. Shocked and extremely disappointed, I almost burst into tears. I suppressed my anger, opened my travel bag, grabbed some clothes, and slipped into the bathroom without looking back! I was utterly baffled by my mother's unpredictable attitude, feeling both angry and perplexed.

I washed up and got dressed, but still felt resentful. Instead of leaving immediately, I plopped down on the toilet, letting my mind wander aimlessly. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, feeling like my mother had played me!

I sat on the toilet for almost twenty minutes, initially wanting to defy her and sit for another hour or two, but the huge bathroom was just too boring, and coupled with the exertion of the previous night, I finally succumbed to boredom and my rumbling stomach, deciding to return to my room, feeling utterly dejected.

As soon as I opened the bathroom door, I faintly heard my mother talking on the phone. When I came out of the bathroom and back into my room, I saw her sitting on the windowsill, holding a cell phone, gazing out the window, talking to someone.

She was almost entirely listening, only occasionally responding with a "yes" or "okay." Finally, I heard her say, "What time? Okay, no problem, I'll wait for you. Yes, it's the seventh floor, room 706."

I was angry and hungry at the time, and seeing that my mother was only focused on the phone and completely ignored my feelings, I waited for her to hang up. Then, I immediately grabbed my wallet and deliberately said loudly, "I'm going out to eat!"

My mother's reply was quite strange. She neither said "okay" nor "no," but said in a very tense tone, "Don't go out, it's too dangerous!"

I really couldn't see what danger there was in going out to eat in broad daylight. Besides, I had been in Shenzhen for two days and had been cooped up in my room, almost going crazy. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. In a moment of impulsiveness, I sneered and said, "What danger? Unless your men cause you trouble, what's there to be afraid of in broad daylight?"

After hearing what I said, my mother turned pale with fright and immediately asked me, "How...how did you know? How much do you know? Did you run into their people?"

I don't know why, but after what happened last night, I felt that all the awe I used to have for my mother seemed to have vanished! I felt she shouldn't treat me like a child anymore, hiding everything from me. I was extremely dissatisfied with her at the time, thinking to myself, since I've already said it, I might as well go all out and confront her!

So, I mustered my courage, walked up to my mother, stared into her eyes, and said, "How much do I know? I know Aunt Ping, the bald guy who died in the news, the Zhang guy lying in the hospital, and countless other men; including me, of course, all of them have slept with you! All of them have had affairs with you!"

Actually, as soon as I said those words, I expected to get slapped; sure enough, as soon as I finished speaking, I saw my mother jump up from the windowsill, and I immediately felt a burning sensation on my left cheek! I felt I was completely innocent, so even after being slapped, I felt even more righteous. Undeterred, I continued, "Go ahead and hit me! Those men beat and abused you, and you never fought back, but now you're hitting me! Ha...ha, who told me to have a mother like that? I deserve to be beaten to death!"

I blurted out, and immediately saw my mother trembling with anger. I thought the second slap was coming, but instead, she suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, slowly sitting back on the windowsill, leaning over and resting her head on her knees, her hands clasped tightly together, sobbing, "You're right! I...I had no right to hit you! I originally hoped to spend two more days with you as a normal mother and son, and then...and you...

but now there's no time, so last night...that's when I finally...and you were with me! Or maybe I was just delusional, thinking I could be a real mother a little longer before dark, but I didn't even have that much time!" The

more I listened, the more confused I became, completely bewildered. Understanding what my mother was saying, I couldn't help but ask her, "What do you mean you don't have time?"

My mother raised her head, slowly sat up, leaned against the glass window, and gestured to the bed for me to sit down first. Then, her gaze was fixed on my face as she asked me, "You... when did you find out about me and Feng Yunshan?"

I hesitated for a moment, thinking that it seemed this matter couldn't be kept secret any longer. So, I told her everything: how I had accidentally seen my mother helping Feng Yunshan drink his urine in the bathroom, how she had been having sex with Zhang Anshi and Feng Ping in the living room, and of course, how I had been peeping through the window every night!

After I finished speaking, my mother looked quite surprised and murmured to herself, "Could it really be that everything is preordained?" Then, she sighed heavily, stared at the ceiling, and slowly said, "Back then, I wronged your father. He was angry and left me. Later, I also left my hometown and came to Shenzhen to work. I was only twenty-six years old then, still young, and couldn't endure hardship. Soon... soon I became someone's mistress."

I originally wanted to ask her what I had wronged my father, but I was afraid of interrupting her, so I had to suppress my curiosity and continue listening to her, "Over the years, I've forgotten how many men I've been with. Until two years ago, I met your Aunt Ping by chance; "Soon I started dating your Aunt Ping!"

I suddenly realized, and exclaimed, "Oh dear!" I said, "You're dating Aunt Ping, then... then isn't that what they call lesbians in books?"

I saw my mother blush slightly and whisper, "Yes! Your Aunt Ping and I are lesbians."

I couldn't resist my curiosity any longer and immediately asked my mother, "Does that mean... do you not like men at all?"

My mother looked around for a while, her face flushed again, and she said softly, "No, I... I'm into both men and women... anyway, as long as I feel I love him, that's enough!"

I wanted to ask my mother if she loved me, but as soon as I opened my mouth, she immediately waved her hand. She gestured for me not to ask too many questions; so I obediently sat and listened to her continue. "At the time, I was a freelancer, without a boss to take care of me; Fengping said her boss was a retired high-ranking official who knew many big bosses, and asked if I wanted her to keep an eye out for me. I said yes. Sure enough, a few days later she said a boss had taken a liking to me."

I said, in my arrogance, "The bald, fat Feng Yunshan!"

But my mother shook her head with a wry smile and said, "His surname is Qu, he's a mid-level military officer, and he'll be picking us up later."

I asked curiously, "Pick us up?"

My mother nodded and answered, "Yes, in a little while, that guy surnamed Qu will come to pick us up... to take us to see someone. Tonight..." "

At this point, she suddenly stopped, turning the topic back to the man surnamed Qu, and continued, "I didn't spend much time with him, less than two months, before we broke up. Later, your Aunt Ping introduced me to Feng Yunshan. Originally, she didn't want me to be with Feng Yunshan; because he... because he's a sexual pervert, your Aunt Ping was afraid I couldn't handle it! But Feng Yunshan was so generous, plus your Aunt Ping... she also likes to do sadomasochistic things, and after being with her for a while, I also... I also like being done to! Plus, your grandmother happened to be sick at that time, so I took the initiative to ask Feng Ping to arrange for me to be with Feng Yunshan."

I finally couldn't help but interject, "I see." "I've always wondered how you met that bald, fat guy."

My mother ignored my words and continued, "At first, things were generally good, especially financially. But after your grandmother passed away, I brought you to live with me in Guangzhou, and Feng Yunshan gradually became increasingly dissatisfied with me."

I was quite curious about how this involved me, so I immediately asked, "What does this have to do with me?"

My mother sighed softly and said, "It's entirely because I'm afraid... I'm afraid you'll find out... afraid you'll find out that I'm a prostitute! I try my best to keep you away from those people; so, I often refuse him. He's spent so much money on me, and seeing how often I..." "Of course he'd be unhappy if I refused him."

I nodded to show I understood, but some details were still unclear, so I couldn't help but ask my mother again, "If Fatty Feng doesn't come to our house, where do you go with him...?"

My mother said, "Sometimes to hotels, sometimes to your Aunt Ping's house." Then, she looked up, lost in thought for a long time, before slowly continuing, "About four or five months ago, one day, Feng Yunshan invited me to your Aunt Ping's house. At that time, besides the three of us, there was Aunt Ping's boss Zhang Anshi and three other men." She paused, then continued hesitantly, "That day I wasn't feeling well, and those five...five men tied me up and messed with me for a long time, I..." I couldn't take it anymore and almost fainted.

Zhang Anshi and Feng Yunshan gave me some injections; after that, I... I was kept doing this until dawn and I was fine! But after two or three days, I realized those drugs were addictive, just like narcotics. I had to ask Feng Yunshan for more. He gave me some injections but told me not to tell anyone.

However, I still told your Aunt Ping about it. After hearing it, she started secretly observing and finally discovered that this drug was a new generation of narcotics developed by Zhang Anshi and Feng Yunshan. Not only was it more addictive than heroin, but it also had a strong aphrodisiac effect. "

At that time, I probably... " Feeling utterly incredulous, my face naturally showed disbelief, and my mother, of course, noticed. With a flushed face, she whispered, "Last night, I had a drug withdrawal, went to the bathroom to get an injection, and then... I couldn't help it... I could

n't help but go to bed with you earlier!" A little confused, I asked my mother, "You said earlier? Do you mean..."

Before I could finish, my mother nodded and said, "Yes! Originally, I planned to tell you the whole story tonight; and then... go to bed with you." She sighed heavily before continuing, "But, it's fine this way, what's meant to happen will happen anyway."

The more I listened, the more astonished I became, but I didn't know where to begin, so I just listened silently as my mother continued. "After your Aunt Ping discovered their secret, she planned to blackmail them. She made a copy of the formula for manufacturing that kind of drug and told me to hide it. The day before yesterday morning, she suddenly called and said she was going to confront them immediately, and told you and me to get ready so that the three of us could leave Guangzhou as soon as we got the money. At that time, you had gone to school and hadn't come back yet. I was so worried and was about to go to the school to look for you; but who knew... who knew..."

My mother became more and more upset as she spoke, and finally she couldn't help but cry. She cried for over ten minutes before slowly stopping, but still sobbing as she said, "I was planning to go to your school to find you right away, but as soon as I got dressed, your Aunt Ping called again. She said Zhang Anshi and Feng Yunshan were fighting in her living room! Before I could even ask if she had told them, I heard her scream on the phone, 'Godfather, why did you kill Brother Feng?' Then, Feng Ping's phone seemed to fall to the ground, but since the connection wasn't lost, I answered a couple more times. Then I heard Zhang Anshi angrily say in the distance, 'You bitch, you dare fight back!' And then... and then, I heard your Aunt Ping scream!"

My mother started crying again as she spoke. I went to the bathroom and grabbed... I gave her a hot towel and poured her a cup of boiling water, placing the cup on the windowsill where she was sitting. Then, I handed her the hot towel. "Here, wipe your face and rest for a bit."

My mother took the towel, wiped away the tears streaming down her face, rubbed her slightly red and swollen eyes, rested for a while, and then put down the towel, saying, "I knew something must have happened to Fengping! So, I rushed to her house. When I got there, there were already many police officers downstairs, an ambulance, and a large crowd. The scene was quite chaotic. I squeezed my way forward and then I saw... I saw Fengping lying on the road, covered in blood!"

Seeing that my mother was getting more and more agitated, I went over and gently patted her shoulder, signaling her not to be too sad.

Mom nodded, patted my hand back, and took a deep breath. "At that time, I didn't understand what had happened. My mind was in complete chaos. I was thinking of finding a policeman to find out what had happened when I saw a medical worker and a policeman, one on each side, helping Zhang Anshi to Fengping's body.

The policeman pointed to Fengping's corpse, and Zhang Anshi immediately nodded and shouted, 'It was this crazy woman! She went berserk and killed my friend with a knife! I tried to stop her, and she stabbed me too! After she injured me, she laughed maniacally and jumped off the balcony.' When I heard Zhang Anshi say this, I knew he was lying. He actually killed both Feng Yunshan and Fengping!"

Hearing Mom say that Zhang Anshi was the real culprit, I didn't understand why she didn't immediately... I called the police, but then I heard my mother continue, "I overheard Zhang Anshi framing Fengping for murder, and I was about to go up to the police and tell them the truth. But just then, several high-ranking police officers appeared. I saw them walk up to Zhang Anshi, some greeting him, some offering him cigarettes, they were incredibly enthusiastic. I thought to myself, with my status, how could I possibly testify against him for murder! So I decided to go home first and think of a way later."

My mother stopped abruptly, sighed deeply, and said, "If I had known things would turn out like this, I should have risked my life to accuse him! It's all because I was cowardly. I'm sorry to Fengping, and even more sorry to you!"

I felt quite strange, not understanding what my mother had done to wrong me, so I asked... She said, "Are you sorry to me?"

Mom didn't explain immediately, but continued, "Less than five minutes after I got home, I received a call from Xiao Dong, one of Zhang Anshi's men. Xiao Dong had received many favors from Feng Ping before and had been secretly helping your Aunt Ping. He said Zhang Anshi had just ordered him to bring men to arrest us, and he told me to leave as soon as possible, adding that Zhang Anshi intended to kill us!"

I couldn't help but exclaim, "That phone call! Aunt Ping didn't hang up before she died! You know he killed them, and he also knows you know he killed them. So you were really wrong. If you had immediately testified against him at the scene, whether you could have or not, he wouldn't have dared to do anything to you right away. But by hiding, Zhang has become bolder in dealing with you!"

Mom looked helpless. Qing said, "I only realized my mistake afterward, but what good was it! I was so anxious at the time, luckily I had packed my bags early, and you happened to be back around that time; so, I brought you to Shenzhen to lay low for a while."

I thought for a moment and said, "That's not a solution either. As you said, with Zhang's influence, he'll find us soon!"

My mother sighed heavily and said, "Precisely because I realized this later, I made another mistake. On the train, I called that officer surnamed Qu whom I used to be close to. I heard he's been doing very well in his career these past two years, and is currently an assistant in the Central Military Commission. I know he has a wide network of connections, so I wanted to see if he could help me."

I thought to myself, if a high-ranking active-duty central military officer were backing me, let alone a retired officer like Zhang Anshi... Even if a local official is currently in office, there's no need to fear him; therefore, not understanding why Mom said she'd made a mistake in choosing him, I couldn't help but ask her curiously, "What happened? Did that Mr. Qu not remember our past favors?"

Mom smiled bitterly and shook her head, saying, "No, not at all. I told him the whole story, and he told me to find a hotel to stay in first, saying he'd find a way to help me. Then, yesterday morning, he asked me to meet him at the coffee shop downstairs."

Mom picked up the glass of water beside her, took a sip, closed her eyes, seemingly thinking for a moment, before slowly opening them and saying, "As soon as we met, he said he'd sent people to investigate, and Zhang Anshi had indeed sent many people looking for us. He also said that with his current power, he could only protect us temporarily, not for life! Unless his..." "Only with the intervention of my superior could we deal with Zhang Anshi. He said he couldn't guarantee whether his superior would help me, nor did he know what conditions his superior would demand. He could only take me to see his superior, and whether we could reach an agreement depended on myself!"

She sighed softly and continued, "As a result, yesterday morning, I went with the man surnamed Qu to see his superior..."

Seeing my mother pause again, I thought that the man surnamed Qu wouldn't agree to help us; so I became a little nervous and immediately asked my mother, "What happened? He didn't agree to help us?"

My mother paused for a very strange moment before saying, "He did agree, but he wants me... he wants me..."

Seeing my mother hesitate and not continue, I couldn't help but urge her, "What does he want?" "Money?"

Mom lowered her head, took a breath, and said, "He wants me to hand over the formula for making drugs; he also wants me... wants me... wants me to stay with him for a month!"

I was stunned and jumped up, exclaiming, "What? We stay with him?"

Mom looked embarrassed and said, "Yes! He said he's experienced everything in his life, but he's never... never tried being with a mother and son. If I agree, he guarantees he'll take care of Zhang Anshi within a month, making him disappear! He'll also give us a share of the money afterwards."

I finally began to understand, but I was still a little suspicious; so I immediately asked Mom, "How do you know he really has that much power? Zhang is rich and powerful, not easy to deal with. What if he can't handle him?" "Oh no, wouldn't we be at a huge loss!"

Mom said. "I've thought about that too; so I asked him to show me his strength first before I decided whether to agree or not. As a result, this morning, Qu Yaozong came to find me again and took me to a prison under the National Security Bureau in the suburbs. I saw that Zhang Anshi had already been arrested by them!"

I couldn't believe their power was so terrifying, but then I still didn't understand some things, so I asked Mom, "Since Zhang is already locked up, why didn't you let me out just now?"

Mom sighed and said, "I wasn't afraid you'd run into Zhang; I was afraid the people Hong Junwei sent to monitor us would misunderstand if they saw you go out."

I asked in surprise, "Why would he monitor us?"

After hesitating for a moment, Mom blushed and said, "Because tonight...we're going to sleep with him together! That Central Military Commission official surnamed Hong, afraid I'd change my mind, sent people ostensibly to protect us, but actually to monitor us and prevent us from leaving this hotel."

I suddenly had a strange feeling, as if Mom had betrayed me! So, I looked at her very seriously and asked, "Mom, I just want to know, if this hadn't happened, would you have slept with me?"

Mom didn't answer immediately. After a moment of silence, she said softly, "I don't know myself."

I was very dissatisfied with Mom's answer and was about to press her further when I heard a few knocks on the door. Then, Mom stood up from the windowsill and slowly walked to the door. She suddenly turned around, gave me a seemingly apologetic look, and then opened the door.

The door opened, and a tall, middle-aged man, around forty years old, with a bronze complexion, wearing a light brown checkered short-sleeved shirt and dark blue suit trousers, strode in, his expression as taut as his muscles. He carried a small black leather bag.

[To be continued]

I was born in a rural area of Northeast China, where most people, besides some farmers, worked for several large foreign-owned factories. My parents were workers in one of these Japanese-owned factories; it's said that my father married my mother the year he was promoted to foreman. Initially, their marriage

was quite happy, but problems arose later. I was about three or four years old at the time, and for some reason, my mother had an affair with one of the factory's senior Japanese managers! Their passionate affair became the talk of the town, and my father, in a fit of anger, divorced my mother and went to the Northwest to develop his career. After that, I never heard from him again.

As for my mother's affair with the foreigner, it ended six months later when the Japanese man returned to Japan. However, her reputation as a cheating wife and a promiscuous woman did not end there; instead, it spread far and wide. Eventually, she even lost her job at the factory. She had no choice but to entrust me to my maternal grandmother's care and go alone to a southern city to seek a new life. It wasn't

until I was thirteen, when my maternal grandmother passed away from illness, that my mother took me to live with her in the south.

At the time, I had no idea how she made a living; I only knew that my mother's financial situation was quite good. Although her house wasn't very large, with only two rooms, the decoration was quite luxurious.

Especially the master bedroom where she slept; the bathroom walls were made of a single piece of glass, and the entire set of imported bathroom facilities rivaled those of a five-star hotel. The room was filled with spotlights in the corners, all focused on the gold-plated king-size bed. A mirror larger than the bed itself hung from the ceiling above it, and a high-end audio-visual system sat on a cabinet at the foot of the bed. Add to that a classic silk sofa and various crystal ornaments—it was clear a lot of money had been spent.

Perhaps because I was young then, I never questioned where my mother got so much money. But it wasn't long before I discovered a serious problem with my mother's income! After living with her for about two months, I realized my mother didn't need to work. During the day, she almost never left the house except for the occasional shopping trip, and she spent most of her evenings there as well. Only on Wednesday nights would she go out, returning home late at night, sometimes even close to noon the next day. After

living together for almost half a year, my mother finally found me a school so I could continue my studies. However, in addition to daytime school, she also enrolled me in evening tutoring classes. She said it was for my grades, but I had a gut feeling that she was hiding something from me, so she was deliberately reducing the time I spent at home!

I also started paying attention to my mother's private life. First, I noticed that a strange man with a hoarse voice often called my mother. I tried to eavesdrop on what my mother and the man were talking about, but my mother was always very careful, always going back to her bedroom first and locking the door before talking to him, so I never knew what they were talking about. I also noticed that every time my mother came home late at night, she seemed sick, looking quite tired, and sometimes even showing obvious signs of pain on her face.

This rough observation continued for about three or four months, without any discovery, until one evening. I finished my tutoring class, it was almost 7 pm; usually my mother would prepare dinner for me to eat when I came home from class. That day, I was particularly hungry, so I clearly remember rushing home at almost a running pace.

When I got to the front door, I found it locked from the inside. So I rang the doorbell, but after ringing for a long time, my mother didn't answer the door. I kept ringing the doorbell for about five minutes, my heart starting to race. Just as I was wondering what to do and was about to go downstairs to find the security guard, the door finally opened from the inside.

I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go inside when I saw my mother, only wrapped in a bath towel, blocking my way with a strange expression. In a slightly nervous tone, she said, "Xiaoqiang, Mom forgot to cook today. Be good, go eat out. Also, you...you...take a walk around the neighborhood after you eat, and come back after 9:30." After saying that, she stuffed two hundred-yuan bills into my hand and, without waiting for my reaction, quickly closed the door.

At the time, although I felt a little strange, I didn't feel any unpleasantness because I had my allowance. I ran to a nearby noodle shop, ate a bowl of noodles for dinner, and then happily went to the arcade next door to play video games. It seemed destined that something bad would happen that day. I'd only been playing for less than half an hour when two groups of people in the arcade suddenly clashed. Then, two groups, each with over ten members, started fighting right there in the arcade! The scene was chaotic, and people on both sides were injured.

As soon as the fight started, I quickly hid under a table. Unfortunately, a guy with a broken head also hid there, and I ended up with my clothes stained with his blood! The fight lasted for about ten minutes, after which both groups scattered.

I crawled out from under the table and saw my clothes stained with blood. I was both scared and angry, thinking that if I went home like this, I'd definitely get a scolding from my mother. I checked my watch and saw it was only around 8:30. I secretly planned that it was still early, so I'd sneak home, change my clothes, and then sneak out again after 9:30, pretending nothing had happened before going home. That way, I might avoid being scolded.

So, as planned, I rushed home, circled around to the open space behind the house, climbed the wall, and then easily made my way to the window of my bedroom on the third floor, stepping on the drainpipe. I tiptoed into the room, quietly opened the closet, and changed into a new shirt. Then, I hid the blood-stained clothes.

But just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard a hoarse male voice talking in the living room, saying, "Damn it, why isn't the beer cold?" I was startled at first, but immediately recognized him as the man who often called my mother!

Although I was terrified, I couldn't suppress my curiosity and wanted to see what he looked like; so I lay on the floor and peeked through the small ventilation window at the bottom of the door. I saw a bald, obese middle-aged man, wearing only a towel, carrying a can of beer, walking from the kitchen to my mother's bedroom door.

He pushed open the door and swaggered in. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he didn't close the door, leaving it open; so I could clearly see the entire room. However, what I saw almost made me scream.

The room was brightly lit, and the spotlights in the corners were all focused on the bed, where my mother lay completely naked, spread-eagled! Beside the bed on the floor was a white towel stained with a few drops of blood, and on the towel lay a leather whip about two feet long! There were also several pieces of rope and candles scattered on the floor.

The bald, fat man sat on the sofa by the bed, gulping down several mouthfuls of beer. He then lit a cigarette, calmly smoking for a while before silently walking into the bathroom. Next, I saw my mother struggle to get out of bed. She seemed exhausted, her steps faltering as she followed him into the bathroom. Before

that, I had never seen a naked woman; so, even though I knew the naked woman before me was my own mother, I couldn't help but feel excited!

I couldn't help but stare at every inch of my mother's skin. Her breasts weren't very large, smaller than the nude models in the adult magazines I'd secretly peeked at; however, her nipples were unusually large, jet black, like two black grapes hanging from her breasts. Her pubic area, which should have been covered in pubic hair, was even balder than the bald, fat man's head, smooth and completely devoid of hair. Looking at my mother's back and buttocks, I was horrified to find several bruises, likely from being whipped recently!

After my mother went into the bathroom, the bald, fat man untied his towel, revealing his ugly, limp penis. He stood in the bathtub, then handed the soap to my mother and said in a very rough tone, "Let me tell you, you better understand the situation! Everything you eat and live in isn't paid for by me. You're always making excuses, saying it's inconvenient at home today, saying you're busy tomorrow.

Anyway, I don't care about any of that. From now on, I don't want to hear the words 'inconvenient' again! Whether your son is home or not, I'll do it whenever I want! You want me to run from one hotel to another? What am I doing spending over a million dollars to buy this house for you?"

My mother, looking aggrieved, helped him scrub his back while apologizing, saying, "I know I was wrong." "Don't be angry."

The bald, fat man's anger seemed to haven't subsided, and he said viciously, "Also, I told you to get nipple rings put on, why aren't you done yet? Look at Old Li and Old Zhang's women, who doesn't wear these things now? Old Zhang said he'd bring his Fengping over next week, and we'll play together. Remember to get them done in the next couple of days. I asked someone to buy you two pairs of expensive nipple rings from Japan, and I'll send someone to deliver them tomorrow. Don't say you can't wear them because you haven't gotten the holes done!"

My mother nodded helplessly and agreed, "Don't worry, I'll go tomorrow. What day of next week did they agree to?"

The bald, fat man said, "Old Zhang said it's up to me, I think next Saturday will do."

As he finished speaking, my mother had just finished lathering him up with soap and then rinsed the soap suds off him. The bald, fat man enjoyed my mother's bathing service with a relaxed expression until he was completely clean, then he made a strange gesture towards my mother.

My mother seemed to immediately understand the meaning of the gesture. She hesitated for a few seconds, her face showing difficulty, before stepping into the bathtub. Facing the bald, fat man, she slowly squatted down until her mouth was slightly lower than the height of his penis; then, she opened her mouth wide. At the same time, the bald, fat man held his penis in one hand and pressed the other hand against my mother's head, leaning forward slightly until his glans was about a foot away from her, then stopped.

They remained motionless in this position for about a minute, then the bald, fat man suddenly let out a "ha!" followed by a stream of golden urine shooting from the tip of his penis, directly into my mother's mouth! Instantly, my mother became truly choked with vomit; she swallowed half of the urine in her mouth and spat the other half out. The bald, fat man urinated an astonishing amount, taking almost three minutes to finish. After he finished urinating, my mother had drunk an unknown amount of his urine.

Still not satisfied, he pinched his limp penis between his fingers and tapped it haphazardly on my mother's forehead twenty or thirty times before finally rinsing himself with water. Then, he casually grabbed a towel and dried himself. Without even glancing at my mother, he left the bathroom to get dressed.

Once dressed, the bald, fat man, dressed in an expensive suit, wearing a diamond-encrusted gold watch and a sapphire ring—a ostentatious nouveau riche—checked his watch, loudly told my mother not to forget about getting her nipple rings, and then left without looking back. As soon as

he left, my mother began to vomit! She struggled to stay upright in the bathtub, vomiting for over ten minutes before slowly standing up and rinsing her mouth. Because she was covered in urine, it took her quite some time to wash herself. I wanted to stay longer, but it was almost 9:30, so I had to leave.

I deliberately waited until 9:40 before casually ringing the doorbell. This time, my mother answered quickly. She looked haggard, but she still managed to chat with me calmly for a few moments before saying she wasn't feeling well and went to her room to rest.

That night, I couldn't sleep a wink, my mind constantly replaying my mother's naked body. Although I only had a vague understanding of male-female sexual intercourse at the time, and what I knew was only what I had gleaned from adult magazines, it was precisely because of this that what I saw that night felt so stimulating.

(II)

The next day, during class at school, I had no idea what the teacher was teaching; my mind was only focused on repeatedly reliving everything I had seen the night before. At the same time, I was thinking about how I could find more opportunities to peep. In this hazy, confused state, from school to the tutoring center, and then back home, I almost never stopped thinking about peeping. Unfortunately, I couldn't come up with any good ideas.

It wasn't until I got home and had dinner with my mother that I went into the kitchen to get some soup. I noticed the kitchen window was ajar, and a mischievous idea suddenly struck me!

I quickly finished my dinner, washed the dishes for my mother, and without even watching TV, went to my room to do my homework. I copied my homework at an astonishing speed, my hand moving like a dragon, and nervously began to watch my mother's movements. Sure enough, around ten o'clock, she went back to her bedroom as usual. Once

I was sure she was in her bedroom and had locked the door, I immediately slipped from my room to the kitchen. I opened the kitchen window, carefully climbed out, and followed the drainpipe a couple of feet to the vent in my mother's bathroom wall. I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my balance, and slowly stood up, sticking my head out of the vent to peek into the bedroom.

I saw my mother sitting at her dressing table, head bowed, holding a bottle of ointment and carefully reading the instructions.

She read for a while before looking up at herself in the mirror and letting out a soft sigh. Then, I saw her begin to unbutton her pajamas. After all the buttons were off, she took off her top. It turned out my mother wasn't wearing a bra;

she was completely naked under her pajamas! Her breasts were once again exposed to my eyes; however, what surprised me was her unusually large nipples. Although I hadn't seen them for only a day, they had changed dramatically; I could clearly see that each nipple was adorned with a glittering gold nipple ring! My mother stared down at her reflection, while I secretly watched, my focus equally on her nipples, now pierced and ringed. After a while, I saw my mother gently apply the ointment to her nipples.

Her movements were light, but the pain on her face suggested she was in considerable discomfort. My mother, enduring the pain, applied ointment to both nipples and was about to put her pajamas back on when the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang. Because her hands were still covered in ointment, she didn't pick up the receiver, only pressing the intercom button and saying "Hello" to answer the call.

The bald, fat man's voice came through the speakerphone: "Yuehua?"

My mother responded, "What brings you to call? Didn't you say you had a meeting tonight?"

The bald, fat man said, "Just finished the meeting. I ran into Chairman Ma of the Oriental Group this morning; he invited me to go to Shanghai with him the day after tomorrow, it might be a few days. I'll deposit some money into your account tomorrow, go to the bank when you have time; and buy some imported liquor while you're at it. I've arranged for Old Zhang to come to your house at seven on Saturday night. Oh, by the way, did you go to dig the hole?"

My mother replied, "I went at noon. But they said it will take at least ten days for the wound to heal. I'm afraid my wound won't be healed by Saturday, so could you please reschedule..."

The bald, fat man immediately said impatiently, "Go see a doctor tomorrow and see what medicine is available. It'll heal faster! That's all for now, I'm not talking to you anymore, they want to go drinking with me." He then hung up the phone.

My mother also hung up, put on her pajamas, and sat blankly on the bed for a few minutes, lost in thought. I couldn't guess what she was thinking. I only saw her sigh heavily, dim the lights in the room, and go to bed. Seeing that there was no more movement in my mother's bedroom, I returned to my own bedroom.

For the next few nights, I continued to hide outside the ventilation opening, hoping to discover more of my mother's secrets; of course, what I hoped for most was to peep at her naked body! But unfortunately, I didn't discover anything new for several nights in a row. The only consolation was that I had figured out my mother's daily routine, which would be of great help to my future spying and investigation.

Saturday arrived in the blink of an eye. Since there were no classes, my mother and I ate lunch at home. Perhaps we both had our own ulterior motives, because contrary to our usual behavior, we remained silent, neither of us speaking first. Finally, I broke the silence and said to my mother, "Mom, could... could you give me two or three hundred yuan?"

My mother immediately asked me, "Didn't I give you several hundred yuan the day before yesterday? How come you've spent it all? How can a child spend money so recklessly!"

I brought out the lie I had prepared the night before, saying, "No, it's because it's my classmate's birthday today, and they said they're having a birthday party tonight. I invited some other classmates, and we bought some..." "I'm going to give him my birthday present; I'll also be going to his house for dinner and play tonight, so I might not be back until very late. That's why I'm out of money."

Sure enough, when Mom heard that I was going to my classmate's house tonight, she seemed relieved, her expression immediately relaxed, and she quickly gave me five hundred dollars, saying, "You don't have many friends here, and it's a rare opportunity to go to your classmate's house, so don't be stingy and make a fool of yourself. It's okay if you come back a little late; but whatever you do, don't take the bus, you must take a taxi, understand?"

Around six o'clock, Mom started urging me to leave, asking when I was leaving. I deliberately waited until 6:30, until Mom's expression was clearly quite tense, before I casually said "goodbye"; actually, I was even more anxious than Mom. As soon as I left, I went to the bus stop across from my house, randomly boarded a bus, and deliberately let Mom stand on the balcony to watch me leave, then got off at the next stop and ran back to where I had boarded.

I used the advertising sign next to the bus stop as cover to start monitoring the activity at the front door of my building. Time ticked by, the sun began to set, and the surroundings gradually darkened, visibility worsening, but the bald, fat man still hadn't appeared. I waited another ten minutes or so, checking that it was already 7:15. I wondered if the date had been changed? But recalling my mother's distracted expression and her desperate desire for me to leave, it didn't seem like the date had been changed.

Finally, I decided to take a gamble. No matter what, I'd do what I did last time and climb back into my bedroom to figure things out.

After climbing back to my bedroom, I quickly peered through the small ventilation window at the bottom of the door, then immediately cursed myself for being such an idiot! There he was, the bald, fat man, already sitting on the sofa in the living room! My mother, wearing only underwear and completely naked from the waist up, sat beside him. The bald, fat man was kneading my mother's breasts, occasionally playing with her nipple rings, and the two were chatting idly.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, and my mother immediately got up from the sofa and went back to her room. The bald, fat man went out to open the door and brought in a man and a woman.

The man looked to be at least sixty years old, and like the bald, fat man, he was obese and dressed like a nouveau riche. Except for the fact that he had hair on his head, while the bald, fat man did not, the two were remarkably similar in build and appearance.

The woman, however, looked much younger; I suspected she might not even be seventeen yet, but she was dressed head to toe in designer clothes and wore heavy makeup, her attire quite inappropriate for her age.

The bald, fat man acted like the host, gesturing for the two to sit down, saying, "Old Zhang, Fengping, please make yourself at home." He then poured Old Zhang a glass of wine before asking the woman, "Fengping, would you like a drink?"

The girl named Fengping shook her head, saying sweetly, "Brother Feng knows I don't drink. Where's Sister Yuehua?"

The bald, fat man pointed to my mother's room and said, "She's in her room. Go find her yourself."

Fengping stood up and said, "Brother Feng, you and Godfather can drink slowly. I'll go find Sister Yuehua, change my clothes, and be right back."

Old Zhang downed his drink in one gulp... He finished his drink, licked his lips, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Good girl, what are you shy about? Your godfather brought you here today so your brother Feng can taste your delicate skin! I think you don't need to leave. Just take off your clothes here and have a few drinks with us." He turned to the bald, fat man and gestured, continuing, "Brother, go and call your Yuehua out too! Have both women strip naked and drink with us. My flight is at 11 pm, and I have to rush back after this, so don't waste time."

The bald, fat man agreed and went to my mother's room, quickly pulling her out of the room.

My mother was wearing a pink, almost transparent silk nightgown, without a bra, her dark nipples and glittering nipple rings were all faintly visible to everyone. Old Zhang's eyes kept darting around my mother, and he leered maliciously, saying, "I knew it! It's such a waste that nipples as big as Yuehua's aren't wearing nipple rings. Don't you see how much better they look now? Come on, pull your clothes up and show your nipples to your older brother."

My mother looked embarrassed, but she still did as Old Zhang instructed, walking up to him and slowly pulling up her robe until her breasts were fully exposed.

Old Zhang, on the other hand, sat on the sofa like a connoisseur, carefully admiring my mother's large nipples after she put on the nipple rings. He even tested the weight of the nipple rings with his fingers, saying in an expert tone, "This one's good! The size and weight are just right; you have a good eye, little brother. After all, you're a woman who's given birth, your nipples are stronger,

so wearing heavier ones won't be a problem." Turning to Fengping standing to the side, he gestured and continued, "My dear daughter, let Brother Feng see yours too." Although Fengping was young, she wasn't as shy as my mother. She casually unzipped the back of her dress and took it off. That's when I realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath!

Her skin was very fair, and her breasts, full of youthful vitality, stood high and firm on her chest. They looked almost twice the size of my mother's, but her nipples were much smaller. She wore nipple rings on both breasts, but they were different from my mother's; hers were horizontal, while my mother's were circular. Both were equally dazzling and eye-catching, each with its own unique charm.

My gaze continued to Fengping's lower body, noticing that her genitals were completely bare; the tender flesh at the vaginal opening was clearly injured, with visible bruises. What surprised me most was her anus—a plastic dildo was inserted inside! The entire dildo was deeply embedded in her anus, with only the tail and a small section of red string remaining at the opening. I imagined it must have felt very uncomfortable, which explained her slightly awkward gait.

The bald man and the fat man also noticed the dildo. Their eyes were fixed on Fengping's buttocks as they exclaimed in admiration, "Old Zhang, I'm truly impressed! You found such a fine piece!"

I looked towards where Old Zhang was, and saw that my mother had also taken off all her clothes at some point. She was naked, with her legs spread apart, half-lying and half-sitting against Old Zhang. Old Zhang was embracing my mother's naked body, one hand kneading her breasts, the other fondling her vulva, his face full of smugness. He laughed loudly, "That bastard Xiao He found this anal plug. That son of a bitch is useless at everything else, but he's good at this kind of thing."

The bald fat man laughed along, saying, "If he can do this well, he's a talent! I also want to find a follower like him. By the way, ask Xiao He to find one for me too."

Old Zhang winked at Feng Ping, who immediately turned around, facing the bald fat man with her buttocks facing him, bending her waist slightly forward, deliberately letting him see her buttocks more clearly. Then, she placed her left hand on her left buttock, forcefully sticking it out, and then used her right hand to grab the red string on the anal plug, pulling the entire anal plug out of her anus with a "squeak."

It turned out that this anal plug wasn't very long, shorter than the length of a hand, but it was terrifyingly thick! The head and tail were relatively thin, but the thickest part in the middle was at least two or three inches in diameter, making it look like a small, off-white rugby ball from a distance.

Then, Feng Ping, without blushing or panting, presented the anal plug, which had been inserted inside her, to the bald, fat man with both hands, saying in a coquettish voice, "Brother Feng, you can take this and play with it if you like. I have more at home."

The bald, fat man seemed completely unconcerned about its filth, casually taking it and even playing with it in his hands for a while.

Then, he walked up to my mother with ill intent. Old Zhang, in perfect unison, lifted my mother's buttocks until her anus was fully exposed. The bald, fat man then spat a few times onto the anal plug, aimed the tip at my mother's anus, and forcefully thrust it forward, inserting the anal plug deep into my mother's anus!

When Old Zhang lifted my mother's buttocks, she probably already guessed that the bald, fat man wanted to penetrate her anus. Her face showed a mixture of fear and shame; I could clearly see her naked body, lying on Old Zhang, trembling slightly. When the bald, fat man inserted the anal plug into her, she screamed "Ah!" and her entire body involuntarily tensed up!

But the bald, fat man and Old Zhang were completely unmoved by my mother's pitiful, tearful appearance. Old Zhang leered and said, "Brother Feng, just playing around like this isn't enough. It's best to give her an enema first, and then stuff her in. That'll be more satisfying! Don't believe me? Ask my little Fengping. Last time I did that, she cried her eyes out when I pulled her out a few hours later."

The bald fat man said with some disappointment, "It's a pity we don't have enough time tonight, otherwise we'd have to try it too!"

Then, the two lecherous men boasted to each other about their experiences with abusing women, and even ordered my mother and Fengping to perform a lesbian act on the living room floor, caressing and licking each other's genitals in a disgusting spectacle. Only when the two old perverts were in high spirits did they take off their clothes and take turns raping the two women in front of them.

In an instant, the living room became a battlefield of flesh and blood for the four of them; the sounds of panting and crying out in pain rose and fell, and of course, my mother's moans were also mixed in! I, too, was aroused and couldn't help but reach into my pants, grip my penis, and start masturbating.

The four grotesque men fought for a good half hour before finally Old Zhang lay down and made my mother sit on his penis in a lotus position. The bald fat man then came from behind, holding my mother's buttocks, and used his ugly penis to sodomize my mother's already ravaged anus! My mother was like a human sandwich, cruelly sandwiched between the two lecherous men, being attacked from both sides.

Feng Ping wasn't idle either; she walked up to my mother, spread her legs, and half-squatted, using her thumb and forefinger to open her vaginal opening, then brought it to my mother's mouth, making her lick her vagina with her tongue.

The four of them did this for about six or seven minutes before the bald fat man and Old Zhang finally ejaculated into my mother's body one after the other. The two men, being elderly, lay side by side on the floor to rest after ejaculating. Fengping walked over, buried her head between Old Zhang's legs, and took his limp penis, covered in semen and vaginal fluid, into her mouth, cleaning it with her tongue.

My mother, exhausted from being violated by both men, couldn't refuse Fengping's efforts to pleasure Old Zhang. She reluctantly stepped forward, sat on the floor, and took the bald, fat man's penis into her mouth.

Suddenly, my mother raised her head, her face flushed, as if she wanted to vomit. The bald, fat man glared at her fiercely, and my mother gasped, seemingly trying to suppress her nausea, and continued her act. I then remembered that the bald, fat man had previously anally raped my mother; his penis must have been covered in her anal fluids, and the combined smell of semen and secretions explained her discomfort.

At that moment, my feelings were quite conflicted. Seeing my own mother, naked and being violated by two men, naturally broke my heart. However, on the other hand, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement!

It's likely because for many years, my mother had entrusted me to my maternal grandmother's care, and the bond between us wasn't very strong. I even harbored resentment towards her, resenting her for not fulfilling her responsibilities as a mother. Therefore, seeing her being violated gave me an involuntary sense of pleasure.

One moment I wanted them to finish quickly so my mother could rest; the next I begged them to continue, even to use more brutal methods to violate her, to satisfy my voyeuristic desires. This conflict between my desires and my heart made my thoughts chaotic. My mind kept replaying the question: should I continue spying on my mother's privacy?

Gradually, I became oblivious to everything around me as I pondered this.

I don't know how much time passed before I was startled awake by the loud slam of the door closing. I secretly exclaimed, "Thank goodness!" I'd actually fallen asleep without realizing it while lost in my thoughts! I quickly looked into the living room and found it empty. I checked the time and realized it was almost eleven o'clock; I figured Old Zhang and the bald fat man must have left by now, and the sound of them closing the door must have been the sound of them leaving. So, I quickly left too. To avoid arousing my mother's suspicion, I wandered the street for about ten minutes before going home.

(III)

Ever since I spied on my mother's privacy, I've become increasingly interested in matters between men and women! I longed for the bald fat man to visit my house again. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned; for over two months, he didn't come to see my mother. I continued to peep outside my mother's bedroom every night. Although there weren't any exciting or stimulating scenes, seeing my mother's naked body while showering and changing clothes was better than nothing.

Until one night, as I was climbing out of the window in the kitchen as usual, the doorbell suddenly rang! I was nearly scared to death; the doorbell had barely rung when my mother rushed out of her room to answer it. Thankfully, I had only opened the window and hadn't climbed out. Otherwise, my peeping would have been exposed.

Since our front door is right next to the kitchen, and my mother answered so quickly, I had barely turned to face the kitchen door when she was already standing outside! She glanced at me, a slightly surprised look on her face, as if wondering what I was doing hiding in the kitchen. To avoid arousing her suspicion, I quickly grabbed a water glass, opened the refrigerator, and pretended to pour myself some ice water. Sure enough, my mother didn't suspect anything and continued answering the door.

I wondered who could be looking for my mother so late—maybe the bald, fat man? So, I took a few steps forward and casually glanced at her sideways to see what was going on. She seemed to already know who had rang the doorbell; she didn't even ask who it was before opening the door.

Through the light in the hallway, I saw that my mother's face looked quite pale! Because it happened so suddenly, I didn't notice at first, but now I realize that my mother seems to have suddenly fallen ill; her face is very pale, and her whole body is trembling slightly, just like a patient suffering from chills. I think the person who came must be a bald, fat man, otherwise why would my mother be so afraid?

To my complete surprise, the person who walked in not only had hair, but a long, flowing head of it! My mother, closing the door, said to the person, "You damn Fengping! You almost killed me! You said you'd come over at noon, why are you only arriving now?"

Fengping made an apologetic gesture and said, "I'm sorry, you old hag, you kept hanging around, I couldn't get away..."

I noticed my mother pout at her, signaling her to be quiet, before turning to me and saying, "Xiaoqiang, this is my good friend Aunt Chen, she's sleeping at our house tonight; be good, go to sleep early, and don't bother us unless it's important." With that, she hurriedly pulled Fengping's hand and led her into the room.

I quickly put down my water glass and went to my bedroom door, seeing that my mother's door was already closed. So, I stood outside my room and deliberately slammed the door shut with a loud "bang," hoping my mother would hear and think I had gone back to my room; then I tiptoed back to the kitchen. I walked to the window, took a deep breath, and leaped onto the windowsill. In a few quick movements, I reached my usual peeping spot and peered inside.

The room was dimly lit; only the bedside lamp on the left was on, the rest were off. However, I could still clearly see my mother and Fengping sitting side by side on the bed. My mother looked extremely uncomfortable, leaning against the bedpost, her right hand pulling up the left sleeve of her pajamas. Her lips trembled as she weakly said, "Are you done yet? Hurry...hurry...it hurts so much!"

Then, I saw Fengping grip my mother's left arm tightly with one hand, and with the other, she picked up a syringe, aimed it at my mother's vein, and injected the medication into her body. After the injection, Fengping pulled out the needle and asked my mother, "Big sister, are you feeling better?"

My mother, very weak, simply nodded slightly, then closed her eyes to rest. Fengping stared intently at my mother, then sighed with apparent emotion and said, "Big sister, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but you can't go on like this! Have you ever considered leaving that deadbeat, Baldy Feng?"

I saw that my mother was still resting with her eyes closed, but her complexion was noticeably better than before, and she even had a happy smile on her face; I didn't know if she had fallen asleep. I only knew that she seemed not to hear Fengping's words, just resting on her own.

Fengping seemed to have expected that my mother wouldn't answer her. I saw her put the syringe back into her purse, then stand up and walk to the media console, open a drawer at the bottom, and randomly take out a videotape. As she put it into the VCR, she muttered to herself, "Hehe, let's see what new tricks that deadbeat has up his sleeve."

Then, I saw her move a chair to the television and start watching the program on the videotape.

I thought to myself, "What bad luck, looks like I won't even be able to watch Mom take a bath today." So I prepared to leave. However, out of curiosity, I wondered what movie she was watching, so I waited a little longer. To my surprise, this wait led to an unexpected discovery.

After about a minute, the screen, filled with static, finally showed an image; but the image wasn't a movie, but rather my mother's bedroom! The camera was positioned at the foot of the bed, and initially, the area captured by the camera, including the bathroom, was completely empty. But soon, I saw my mother wearing a snow-white sleeveless shirt and a black knee-length skirt, her hair neatly styled in a bun. She walked from the left side of the camera to the center, standing at the foot of the bed. Then she turned to face the camera, but her head remained lowered, her gaze fixed on the floor.

Just then, a voice rang out from behind the camera. It didn't sound like the bald, fat man's voice. The voice, in a commanding tone, said, "Raise your head and look at the camera; also, move back a little to the left. Yes, a little further back, good."

On the screen, I saw my mother take two steps back, look up, and give a forced smile to the camera. Then I heard the voice say, "Old Feng, you can start." At that moment, two figures rushed out from behind the camera and pounced on my mother. Upon closer inspection, it was unmistakable that one of them was the bald, fat man, while the other was a tall, thin old man with a full head of white hair. Both of them, one fat and one thin, were completely naked. One was so obese that he was indistinguishable from the other, while the other was as thin as a rake, creating a striking visual contrast!

The skinny old man lunged at my mother, immediately extending his desiccated, corpse-like claws to grab her tightly. His mouth gaped open, revealing a mouthful of broken, yellowed, and blackened teeth, his face contorted with a terrifying lust. He lowered his head and forced a kiss on my mother! The bald, fat man stood nearby, grinning as he watched the skinny old man forcefully kiss my mother. Then, he began to undress her. As the skinny old man kissed her, he also helped remove her skirt.

In just a moment, my mother appeared completely naked on the screen. The bald, fat man and the skinny old man sandwiched my mother between them, groping and fondling her naked body. The camera clearly captured the helpless expression on my mother's face, yet she was extremely submissive. Even when the skinny old man's hand reached between her legs, she slightly parted them to facilitate his violation!

At the time, I was engrossed in watching TV, my attention completely focused on the screen, and I had completely forgotten about my mother and Fengping. Suddenly, I heard my mother let out a strange cry, "It's so hot! It's so uncomfortable..."

I quickly looked at my mother and was horrified to see her standing on the bed, her expression bizarre, as if she were completely drunk. One hand was clutching her hair, and the other was rubbing her breast! I turned to look at Fengping, who had been sitting watching TV. She seemed quite used to my mother's strange behavior. She slowly turned off the TV before walking to the bedside and asking my mother, "Where's the thing?"

My mother replied, "Under the bed." Then, she hurriedly stood on the bed and began to take off all her clothes, one by one! At this moment, Fengping had taken a brown travel bag from under the bed and placed it on the bedside table. Then, she opened the bag, rummaged through it, and finally took out a black paddle that looked like a ping-pong paddle, but was definitely not.

Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen my mother undress, this time her expression was the most lewd! I saw her stand on the bed with her legs spread apart, her hands pressed against her mons pubis, using her index fingers to pinch her labia, then moving her fingers back and forth, rubbing her thick labia together! She had a dazed look on her face, her eyes tightly closed; she would occasionally stick out her bright red tongue and lick her lips again and again!

Unfortunately, since my mother was already middle-aged, her lower abdomen was inevitably a little plump; I saw her hand movements and facial expressions become increasingly lewd, every muscle in her body slowly tightened, and then her lower abdomen and breasts began to tremble simultaneously! I could clearly see my mother's two exceptionally large nipples, and the heavy nipple rings that ran horizontally through the center of her nipples, not to mention her two large buttocks, all trembling with the accelerated spasms of her body!

I couldn't help but swallow hard, trying to calm my excited heart before continuing to look into the room. Then I saw Fengping holding that strange racket in her hand, saying to my mother with a half-smile, "Big sister, haven't played this in a long time! Hehe, don't shout too loudly later; don't forget your son is in the next room."

My mother squinted at the black racket-like paddle, and then, as if amused, jumped off the bed and onto the floor, grabbing Fengping and pressing her red lips to hers; just like that, the two women were kissing passionately like lovers in the throes of passion!

Although I had secretly witnessed my mother and Fengping's lesbian relationship before, I never imagined that their private interactions would be so genuine. Their lips were pressed tightly together, their tongues intertwined, and they made "slurping" sounds from time to time. Their kiss lasted for three or four minutes!

It was quite a while before the two separated; then, I saw my mother reach behind Fengping and make a zipping motion; then, grabbing the collar on both sides and gently pulling down, she removed Fengping's long dress. I saw that Fengping was still completely naked under her clothes, just like last time, and she was wearing nipple rings on her breasts; however, they weren't the dumbbell-shaped horizontal ones from before, but the same circular rings as my mother's, though her nipples were probably much smaller than my mother's, so the diameter of the nipple rings was noticeably thinner.

I immediately glanced at her lower body; although I couldn't see her buttocks from where she was standing, I could clearly see a small section of red string protruding between her legs. I immediately knew that she must still have an anal plug inserted! It seemed that not wearing underwear and using anal plugs had become a habit for her.

After my mother helped Fengping take off her clothes, I saw her slowly turn around until her back was facing Fengping. Then, she bent forward at a right angle, stretched out her arms and pressed them on the bed, sticking her buttocks up, and whispered to Fengping, "Harder!" At first, I didn't understand what my mother meant, but less than a second later, I knew what was happening.

As soon as my mother finished speaking, I heard several loud "smacks, smacks, smacks!" I saw Fengping holding a ping-pong paddle-like board high in her hand, gritting her teeth and using all her strength to slap my mother's buttocks harder with each blow!

What surprised me even more was that after my mother's buttocks had been hit by Fengping's board more than ten times, they were already bright red, which should have been quite painful. To my surprise, my mother showed no sign of pain whatsoever. Instead, she seemed to revel in the experience, shouting, "Ha...ha! Harder! Beat my ass until it's ripped apart! My ass is just for others to play with anyway, might as well beat it to a pulp!"

To be honest, I wondered if I had misheard. Although I knew she wasn't some virtuous woman after I had peeked into her private life, I never imagined she could be such a lewd woman.

Even when I saw her being sandwiched between two men, she still managed to maintain the last shred of feminine dignity. Plus, my mother has always been very refined in both appearance and speech. If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I would have found it hard to believe that she would utter such vulgar words.

However, I couldn't help but believe it; because I immediately heard my mother panting and shouting, "Fengping, I love being spanked by you! Heh...heh, I hate those stinky men! Ah...ah, hurry, hurry and put your plug in my hole, it's too wet!"

I saw Fengping lift her left leg and step on the bed, reach behind her to grab the rope on the anal plug, pull it down hard, and pull the anal plug out. Without washing it or even wiping it with paper, she directly inserted the anal plug into my mother's vagina!

She then gripped the rope tightly, pushed the anal plug all the way in, and pulled it out completely, treating it like a piston, constantly thrusting it in and out of my mother's vagina, all the while saying: "Big sister, don't lie to me; hehe, hehe, so where is your son? Didn't you say last time that he was your own flesh and blood, unlike those other stinking bastards. Hmm... hmm, just thinking about it makes me so excited! Imagine how comfortable it would be if your son were licking your asshole now."

After saying that, I saw her actually stick out her tongue, put her face down on my mother's buttocks, and lick her anus!

(IV)

I saw Fengping kneeling on the ground, burying her head between my mother's two big buttocks, her tongue licking incessantly as if she were licking ice cream, and she also brazenly thrusting the anal plug in her left hand into my mother's vagina; as for her right hand, it was not idle either, continuing to beat my mother with the black board in her hand! However, because the posture was different from before, the landing position had slowly moved from Mom's buttocks to her back.

In an instant, Mom's back was as red as her buttocks, and her hands, which had been supporting her body on the bed, trembled more and more violently. Finally, I saw her slowly stretch her hands forward, and her upper body slowly slumped onto the bed; she raised her head as high as possible, swaying left and right and wildly waving her hair, making sounds like "ouch, ouch" that sounded like she was talking, but also like she was crying with joy.

The more I watched, the more excited I became, imagining how awesome it would be to play like this with Mom! But I got so engrossed in my thoughts that I completely forgot I was outside the wall on the third floor; my right foot was trying to move to the left to get a better view, but I accidentally missed a step and almost fell to the ground! Luckily, my left hand was still tightly gripping the drainpipe on the wall, so there was no accident. However, I was still drenched in a cold sweat.

I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from my forehead. Then, I pressed my body against the wall and rested motionless for a while until I felt calmer before daring to peek into the room again.

By then, my mother and Fengping had changed positions. My mother was lying on her back on the bed with her legs spread apart, while Fengping was half-squatting and half-kneeling, her vulva facing my mother's mouth, straddling her.

At some point, Fengping was wearing a pair of black leather open-crotch underwear, and there was a very realistic dildo attached to the underwear! I saw her leaning slightly forward, one hand supporting herself on the bed, the other hand pressing on my mother's breast, sometimes kneading, sometimes grabbing, lewdly playing with my mother's breast. Meanwhile, my mother placed both hands on Fengping's vulva, her two thumbs pushing open the tender flesh of Fengping's mons pubis, sticking out her red tongue, sometimes licking, sometimes kissing, giving Fengping oral sex.

Fengping looked extremely comfortable, and occasionally swayed her waist and buttocks back and forth, rubbing her vaginal opening back and forth between my mother's nose and tongue. Through the reflection of the bedside lamp, it was clear that Fengping's vaginal opening was already very wet, and some secretions even gathered into several shiny transparent water columns, slowly dripping down and turning into several silver threads, sticking to my mother's tongue and the corners of her mouth!

For about six or seven minutes, Fengping enjoyed my mother's oral service before slowly moving her vulva away from my mother's mouth. Then, she lay down on her side next to my mother, pressing most of her body against her, bringing her mouth close to my mother's lips, and licking away the remaining secretions stuck to the corners of my mother's mouth with her tongue. Then, with malicious intent, she said to my mother, "Open your legs wider!"

My mother, with her eyes closed and an expression that seemed quite ecstatic, immediately did as Fengping instructed, spreading her legs wider to the sides. At this moment, I realized that the anal plug that Fengping had used to insert earlier was still inside her vagina. After my mother had fully spread her legs, Fengping sat up, glanced at my mother's vulva, and reached out to grab the rope on the anal plug. Then, with her eyes fixed on my mother's face, she suddenly pulled back with all her might, yanking the anal plug out of my mother's vagina!

After the anal plug was removed, my mother's labia were wide open, revealing her vagina as a fleshy orifice from a distance. Whether it was from pain or the sudden emptiness of her vagina, my mother's upper body jerked off the bed the moment the plug left her. She let out a strange "Ah!" before falling heavily back onto the bed.

It seemed that my mother's cry of pain was exactly what Fengping wanted. She grinned at my mother, a smug smile on her face, and patted my mother's inner thigh, saying, "Come on, turn around." Without waiting for a response, she lay down on her side.

After Fengping settled, my mother turned around, facing away from the bed, her back and buttocks facing Fengping.

Then, I saw Fengping take the anal plug, still in her hand, between her legs, aim it at her anus, and forcefully shove it back into her body! Then, she gripped the dildo in front of her open-crotch underwear with one hand, and put her other hand on my mother's shoulder, asking in an almost mischievous tone, "Hurry up and choose, front or back?"

Whether out of shyness or genuine consideration, Mom didn't answer. Fengping seemed impatient, so she slapped Mom's bottom, urging her to answer immediately, "If you don't tell me, I'm going to sleep!" Mom then raised her bottom slightly and whispered, "Behind me!" Fengping seemed intent on making things difficult for Mom, continuing to press, "What? I didn't hear you clearly."

She slapped Mom's bottom again, pressing her with the same question, six or seven times in a row, until finally Mom said, "Put it in my asshole!" With a victorious smile, she grasped the dildo, rubbed the glans against Mom's vaginal opening for a while, waiting for the vaginal secretions to wet the glans; then, aiming the glans at Mom's anus, she thrust forward forcefully, shoving the entire dildo straight into Mom's anus!

I consider myself quite precocious, and having never had any family to discipline me, I had long had the experience of secretly buying and reading pornographic magazines. Before, I disliked pictures of two women playing together in magazines, always finding them unexciting; but after witnessing my mother and Fengping's fake lovemaking, I realized that two women could be so wildly passionate in bed. Especially when Fengping was using a dildo to sodomize my mother, her screams of both pain and ecstasy were incredibly exciting!

I really wanted to put my hand in my pants to soothe my already aching penis; however, being on the third floor, I dared not risk being thrown off the street by masturbating on the outside wall. So, I could only press my hard penis against the wall through my pants, barely easing the pain.

Pressing my penis against the wall like that didn't really help with the throbbing pain; I felt my lower body getting hotter and hotter, and the throbbing pain became increasingly unbearable. Just when I was about to reach my limit, I suddenly heard my mother call out, "Xiaoqiang!"

At that moment, because my attention was focused on my crotch, I hadn't paid attention to what was happening in the room; suddenly hearing my mother call my name, I thought I had been caught peeping, and I was instantly so frightened that my hands, feet, and penis all went limp at the same time! At the same time, I naturally and immediately pulled my head back, squatted down slightly, and hid under the ventilation hole.

However, I immediately knew it was just a false alarm; because I immediately heard Fengping's voice again, "Oh... Mom... come on, stick your butt up higher! Xiaoqiang is going to fuck Mom's asshole raw with his cock, ah... what do you say?" Then, I could only hear the two of them moaning and groaning and breathing heavily.

It took me a while to calm down. I was both surprised and excited that they would call my name. So, I peeked again and saw that they were still in the same position, lying on their sides on the bed, one in front of the other. However, the previous vigorous thrusting had stopped, and they were resting without moving.

I also rested with them without moving for a while before I saw Fengping gently pat my mother's buttocks. Then, I saw Fengping slowly pull her waist back, and my mother seemed to move her buttocks forward in perfect unison. I heard a soft "plop" sound, and Fengping had pulled the dildo out of my mother's anus!

Then, they turned over one after the other and lay on their backs side by side on the bed. They were still panting, but their breathing was obviously much calmer than before. After a while, I saw Fengping get out of bed, step over my mother, climb down to the bedside table, take off the open-crotch underwear containing the dildo, and casually throw it on the bedside table. Then, she pulled out the anal plug from her own anus and put it in her handbag.

After that, she took out a very strange cigarette. It was the kind of rolled cigarettes that country people like to smoke, and it looked about the same length, but the cigarette itself was unusually thin, only half the thickness of a regular cigarette! She lit her cigarette, tilted her head back slightly, closed her eyes, and took a deep drag before sitting down next to my mother, saying, "Big sister, want a puff?"

My mother gently shook her head, indicating she didn't want one. Fengping took two more puffs herself, and after a long while, she exhaled the smoke from her mouth. "Big sister," she said, "that old geezer told me today that your bald-headed guy is coming back from Hong Kong next week, and he's planning to arrange another get-together with you! Hehe, I think he's ninety percent after you."

My mother seemed to have rested enough, seeing her slowly sit down... She got up and sat on the bed with Fengping, their backs against the wall. Then, she took the cigarette from Fengping's hand, and like Fengping, slightly raised her head, closed her eyes, took a puff, and said, "I don't want to be with Lao Zhang! I'm not that stupid."

Fengping laughed and scolded, "Ha! So you're saying I'm stupid!"

Her mother smiled and said, "I'm not saying you're stupid; I just think that compared to Lao Zhang, Fatty Feng is much more generous! We don't earn this money easily, otherwise we wouldn't need to smoke these cigarettes." "I use things to numb myself. So, I can't be with Lao Zhang."

Fengping nodded in agreement, saying, "That old devil really isn't very generous; but, oh well, I haven't found anyone else yet, so I'll just stay with him for now. Hehe, the day I meet someone I love, I'll kick that old devil to the curb!"

Hearing her mother's tone suddenly become serious, she said very earnestly, "Don't think like that! Men are all fickle, I've been there, men are absolutely unreliable!"

Fengping's eyes... Chu Gu rolled around a few times, then asked my mother with a half-smile, "Ha, so I wonder if Xiao Qiang counts as a man?"

My mother spat and said, "He's my son, and he's young, how can they be the same!"

Feng Ping imitated my mother, spitting three times in a row before saying, "What's the difference? Hehe, hehe, it's just a matter of penis size! By the way, sister, seriously, have you ever seen your son's penis?"

My mother suddenly blushed, remained silent for a while, and then nodded! Fengping immediately pressed on with interest, asking, "Wow! When did you see that? How old is he? Is he fourteen? Does his penis get hard?"

I couldn't help but curse her inwardly, "You old hag, who said it wouldn't get hard? It's rock hard right now!" I continued watching, and saw my mother hesitate for a moment before lowering her voice and pointing with her right index finger, saying, "A little longer than this, the foreskin is rolled up…it looks quite cute."

Fengping, seemingly enjoying the conversation, immediately continued, "..." "Come on, sis, explain yourself clearly! Don't keep me in suspense; when did you see it?"

My mother seemed a little embarrassed, her face flushed, and said, "About a month ago, that noon, Fatty Feng came by. He finished up and left without even checking if I was done! After I finished packing, Xiaoqiang came home from school, and I felt... I felt a little... I planned to go back to my room and take care of it myself, but I was afraid he'd come looking for me at the crucial moment, so I told him to go take a shower. Before I went back to my room, to make sure he was showering, I went..." "...I just peeked!"

Fengping said with a look of sudden realization, "Heh! No wonder, lately whenever Xiaoqiang is mentioned, my older sister gets especially excited, and she gets all wet! Hehe, older sister, so you saw your son; hehe, seriously, would you ever want to be with him...?"

My mother blushed again, and said angrily, "You're crazy, of course not!" But her expression immediately changed, and she looked a little confused. She sighed softly and continued, "He's so young, even if I were with him... with him that..." "He doesn't know how to do it either."

Fengping casually replied, "That's easy, you can teach him."

The mother murmured, "How do you want me to teach him... to hit me, tie me up, abuse me?"

Fengping pondered for a moment before whispering, "So, you really want to be with your son..."

This time, the mother neither admitted nor denied it, only smiling sadly, saying, "I don't know myself; anyway, I've been deceived and bullied by men too many times, now I won't trust anyone except Xiaoqiang and you!"

I continued to peek for about half an hour, and the two of them, seemingly without any sign of fatigue, chatted endlessly about everything under the sun. I thought to myself, "There's probably nothing more to see." So, I left the way I came and went back to my room to sleep.

After that, being "Spider-Man" every night remained my obligatory task! Unfortunately, apart from a significant improvement in my wall-climbing skills, I gained very little else; and I gradually found that I was losing interest in the monotonous scenes of my mother changing clothes or taking a shower! Day and night, my mind was filled with images of my mother having sex with other people. My

grades at school, needless to say, plummeted as my erection became the most prominent feature every night. Fortunately, my grades were already bad to begin with, so even if they got worse, it wouldn't be too bad on the report card.

Two or three months passed in the blink of an eye. During that time, Fatty Feng called several times looking for my mother; however, I never saw him. I guessed he probably came to see my mother during the day, so I guess I missed many opportunities to watch the drama unfold. On the other hand, Feng Ping, since that night, would come to our house to have dinner with us one or two nights almost every week; however, she never stayed overnight.

As the weather got hotter day by day, being "Spider-Man" became more and more difficult, mainly because there were just too many mosquitoes! In addition, my mother's room was often air-conditioned, and clinging to the outside of the wall to be exposed to the hot air, the noise and mosquitoes were both unbearable. The only thing that made me feel somewhat comforted was that summer vacation was coming soon, and I hoped that I would have more opportunities to peek into my mother's private life during the day. Who knew that on the day before my summer vacation started, something unexpected happened!

I clearly remember that day, because it was the last day of the semester, the school only symbolically held half a day of classes before letting us go home. Feeling relaxed and happy, I first went to KFC for a big meal, then went to the bookstore near the school and bought two Japanese underground adult magazines. I hid them in my backpack and rushed home. But as soon as I entered the house, I had a feeling something was going to happen!

I saw two travel bags in the living room. One was full, zipped up, and I didn't know what was inside; but the other wasn't zipped up, and I could clearly see it was full of my everyday clothes!

I was very confused and was about to go over to see what was going on when my mother rushed out of my bedroom, ran straight to me, and hugged me tightly. She cried sadly, "Xiaoqiang... your... Aunt Ping... something happened to her!" Without waiting for me to ask what had happened, she hurriedly let go of me and urged, "Quick, pack some clothes, we have to leave right away!"

I was full of questions, but my mother's constant urging forced me to hold back. I hastily packed a few clothes as she instructed and left with her in a hurry. We each carried a travel bag, got into a taxi, and drove to the train station. Then, we transferred to a train, and after about three hours, we arrived in Shenzhen in the south. During the journey, I asked my mother several times what had happened, but she never answered me.

When we arrived in Shenzhen, it was almost dusk. My mother seemed very familiar with the area and without hesitation led me to the opposite side of the station and into a five-star hotel. As soon as we entered the hotel, a staff member came to take our luggage. Then, my mother took my hand and led me to the service counter, asking, "Do you have any double rooms?"

The clerk pressed a few buttons on the computer and politely replied, "Yes, we do; however, we only have rooms with one double bed left."

My mother hesitated for a moment before opening her handbag, taking out some documents and cash, and handing them to the clerk, saying, "Well, there's nothing I can do; please register me and bring my luggage to the room. We'll grab something to eat at the coffee shop, and after we're done, could you please bring me the key?"

Then, my mother led me through the hotel lobby to the coffee shop. To the soft strains of a piano, a waitress in a cheongsam placed a plate of delicately presented peanuts on our table; then, she brought us the menu and asked what we would like to order. All of this felt like a country bumpkin visiting a grand mansion. Many questions I had intended to ask my mother earlier were instantly forgotten.

Mom casually ordered two drinks and two sandwiches, making do with what we had for dinner. Just as we finished eating, a waiter brought us the room key. Mom generously gave him a twenty-dollar tip, paid the bill, and then, hand in hand, led me to the elevator on the right and took it to our room on the seventh floor.

Once inside, a waiter brought us a large bottle of hot water, and Mom gave her a twenty-dollar tip as well.

I noticed our luggage was already neatly placed on the low cabinet next to the TV. Since I had never stayed in a hotel before, I didn't know they provided towels. After a long day of travel, my face felt greasy, so I opened my luggage, took out my towel, and went to the bathroom to wash my face.

Just as I took out the towel, I suddenly heard a woman's voice from the television, saying, "This morning, a serious bloodbath occurred in Tianhe District, Guangzhou! The deceased is 61-year-old businessman Feng Yunshan, and another 67-year-old former provincial party secretary Zhang Anshi was also seriously injured in the attack and is currently hospitalized at the 203rd Hospital of the People's Liberation Army in stable condition. The suspect is 22-year-old Chen Fengping from Guangxi, who jumped to her death after committing the crime! As for the motive for the murder, the relevant public security departments are still investigating."

At first, I thought Chen Fengping was someone else, but as I heard my mother crying bitterly behind me, I was shocked to realize that Chen Fengping was Aunt Ping!

I quickly turned around and looked at my mother, and saw her lying on the bed, her back heaving as she cried. I went over to her, wanting to say something to comfort her, but I really didn't know what to say. So I gently patted my mother's shoulder, handed her the towel, and said, "Mom, don't cry, wipe your tears."

My mother slowly stopped crying, sat up gently, took the towel from my hand, and wiped her tears. But soon she suddenly hugged me tightly, buried her head in my chest, and burst into loud sobs again! For a moment I felt helpless, so I could only imitate what my grandmother did to me when I cried as a child, gently patting my mother's back with one hand and stroking her hair with the other.

Sure enough, this trick worked immediately, and my mother gradually stopped crying again. However, perhaps due to her fluctuating emotions and the fatigue of the journey, after she stopped crying, she looked quite tired and asked me, "Xiaoqiang, Mom is so tired. Can you hold me and sleep with me for a while?"

I felt truly flattered. Over the years, let alone sleeping with my mother, we had barely spoken to each other. So, I hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.

My mother pulled back the sheets, took off only her high heels, without even taking off her stockings, and went to bed.

I also took off my sneakers, but the smell of my feet was unbearable, so I apologized to my mother, saying, "I'll go wash my feet first." After saying that, I ran to the bathroom to wash my feet.

I quickly washed my feet with soap, didn't dry them much, and went back to the room. I turned off the light, climbed into bed in the dark, and lay down next to my mother. After I lay down, Mom kissed me on the cheek; then, she slowly turned her back to me and softly asked me to hug her from behind.

I gently pressed my chest against her back and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. In the dark room, on the soft bed, in the quiet environment, I suddenly had a strange feeling, a feeling that "Mom is mine."

In fact, I had never felt this way before. I had always felt so unfamiliar with Mom; I had never even dreamed of her. However, I immediately thought of her relationships with those men, feeling that she was hiding too many secrets from me, and I couldn't help but feel a little angry!

For some reason, I suddenly remembered my toys from childhood! I loved playing with my toys with others, but I couldn't stand others taking them away. If someone took one of my toys, I would fight tooth and nail to get it back! Yet, I also loved sharing them with others. Because of this, I fought countless times with the kids in the countryside. I don't know how to explain it, but I felt this way about my mother back then; I didn't mind her having affairs with other men, but I hated that she kept it from me!

In short, I felt a nameless love and a strong hatred intertwined tightly in my heart, a conflict I couldn't unravel. My inner turmoil surged, and I faintly smelled the delicate fragrance of my mother's hair. I heard her rhythmic breathing, and gradually my eyelids grew heavier until I drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, only that when I woke up, it was still pitch black. In the darkness, I was still holding my mother; she seemed to be fast asleep. Because I had been holding her with both arms, my left hand was numb and sore from the pressure of her body. I couldn't help but slowly move my left hand upwards, hoping to move it and relieve the stinging sensation.

But as I did so, my palm landed squarely on my mother's breast! I admit I've always longed to touch my mother's breasts, even through her clothes; but at that moment, I genuinely had no ulterior motives, it was purely unintentional. Therefore, I naturally and immediately removed my hand; but as soon as I moved my hand, my mother's body turned to the left; so my left hand not only didn't leave her chest, but was now pressed squarely against her right breast!

At first, I didn't think much of it, just felt a little embarrassed, so I tried to pull my hand away from between my mother's breast and the bed. But as soon as I moved, I felt something soft in my palm, a strangely comfortable sensation washing over me! It was then that I suddenly realized that my dream had come true, I had actually touched my mother's breast! Perhaps because it was my first time touching a woman's breasts, even though I knew they belonged to my mother and there were clothes and a bra between us, I couldn't help but feel an unusual excitement!

In the darkness, I secretly took a breath and carefully massaged my mother's breasts a few times with my palm. The feeling was so stimulating and wonderful! I observed for a while, but my mother didn't move or react much, so I massaged them a few more times. Perhaps I used more force this time, because my mother made a "hmm" sound and suddenly woke up!

I was so startled that I almost peed myself, thinking she had discovered that I was secretly touching her breasts! Since the room was completely dark, I couldn't see my mother's expression or movements. I only felt the bed shaking slightly, and my mother's breasts slowly moved away from my palm. My heart grew more and more tense until I felt her get out of bed and grope her way towards the bathroom. Only then did I feel a little relieved. Sure enough, I soon heard the bathroom door close and saw light coming through the crack in the door before I breathed a sigh of relief.

After the initial panic subsided, a feeling of loss immediately arose within me, and I desperately wanted my mother to return to my side. But after waiting for about ten minutes with no movement, I couldn't resist getting out of bed to check why she hadn't come out yet. Suddenly, a blinding light shone directly into my face from the direction of the bathroom! I quickly squinted my eyes, pretending to still be asleep, and turned my head to look towards the bathroom.

The bathroom door slowly opened, but my mother wasn't there. Feeling a little strange, I waited a while longer before seeing her slowly peek out of the bathroom. She glanced at me a few times, seemingly checking if I was still asleep; then, she quietly stepped out. Once she was out, I realized that my mother was only wrapped in a bath towel, and she was holding the clothes she had been wearing earlier.

She tiptoed to the foot of the bed, gently placing her clothes down. Then, turning her back to me, she opened the travel bag on the low cabinet next to the TV, took out a light blue bathrobe, turned back, glanced at me again, and then untied her bath towel! Through the bathroom light, I could clearly see that under the towel, my mother was completely naked except for a light blue pair of underwear with a subtle floral pattern!

She didn't seem to be in a hurry to put on the bathrobe; instead, she placed it at the foot of the bed and bent down to tidy up her clothes. I immediately saw her bare upper body, her two pointed breasts drooping down, swaying back and forth with her movements as she tidied her clothes! She still wore nipple rings, and because of her bent-over posture, the weight of the rings was concentrated downwards, stretching her nipples, which were larger than her thumbs, long and incredibly alluring! It

took my mother about three or four minutes to finish tidying up her clothes, and I secretly watched with great pleasure! Then I saw her pick up the clothes she had neatly arranged and turn to put them back in her travel bag; but as she turned back to put on her bathrobe, her arm slipped, knocking over my backpack which was next to her travel bag, and it fell to the ground. Since the zipper on my backpack wouldn't close, everything inside scattered on the floor.

At first, I didn't think much of it, thinking I could just pick it up, but then I saw a change in my mother's expression, and I suddenly realized—the two adult magazines I had bought at noon were in my backpack! I silently cried out, "Oh no!" and saw my mother bend down and pick up the two magazines!

Lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, I watched helplessly as my mother picked up the two adult magazines I had hidden in my backpack. I thought, "Oh no! Caught red-handed, I'm doomed!" Although I was terrified, I couldn't find an excuse to argue, and I didn't have the courage to run away. So I just gritted my teeth and continued to pretend to be asleep, waiting for my mother's scolding!

I watched as Mom flipped through the two adult magazines a few times, then turned to look at me with a strange expression. She flipped through the magazines again, stared at me for a moment, and then carefully put the magazines, along with the scattered books and stationery, back into my schoolbag. After putting everything away, she looked at me again before putting the bag back in its place.

At that moment, I wondered why Mom hadn't come over to scold me yet. But then I remembered she was still shirtless; she must be getting dressed before she started to reprimand me! Sure enough, I immediately saw her take a bra from her travel bag, then put it on along with the robe at the foot of the bed, and then walk towards me.

Seeing that I was doomed, I felt less afraid than before, silently telling myself, "Lin Zhiqiang, Lin Zhiqiang, it's your own fault for being careless. You deserve this beating and scolding; just wait to die!" But just as I resigned myself to my fate and prepared to face my mother's scolding, something strange happened!

Just three or four steps from my side, Mom suddenly stopped. I squinted and saw a somewhat uncertain expression on her face, as if she were considering something. She stood motionless for a while before suddenly walking back to the foot of the bed and, in one swift motion, taking off her robe and bra!

After taking off her clothes, I saw her extend her left hand, pinching her left nipple between her thumb and forefinger; then, with her right hand, she grasped the nipple ring, gently pressed it, and turned it half a turn clockwise, removing it. She placed the removed nipple ring on the television and began to undo the one on her right nipple, but after only halfway, she suddenly stopped!

She glanced at me strangely, then looked down at her own chest for a full half minute before finally putting both nipple rings back on! Then, I saw her take the bra she had put on but then taken off, put it back in her travel bag, and then, without the bra but with nipple rings, put her robe back on!

I really didn't understand what my mother was up to at the time, and all I wanted was to delay being scolded by even a minute longer, preferably as long as she kept changing and taking off her clothes. Unfortunately, my mother finally put her robe back on, and I watched as she walked step by step to my side!

I felt my heart pounding faster and faster, and my hands and feet were ice cold. I almost couldn't help but get up and apologize, begging for her forgiveness; but to my surprise, my mother didn't wake me up or scold me. Instead, as if afraid of waking me, she carefully and tiptoed into bed and quietly fell asleep beside me!

Since my mother was sleeping right next to me, and the bathroom light was still on, I didn't dare risk squinting to peek. I had no choice but to obediently close my eyes and continue pretending to sleep. I lay there nervously, barely moving, vaguely hearing my mother sigh a few times. Nothing else happened. After what seemed like an eternity, I drifted off to sleep again.

I slept until almost noon the next day when I was awakened by the sound of a door opening and closing. I slowly opened my eyes and saw my mother wearing a dark blue dress and white high heels, carrying several shopping bags, returning from outside. She put the shopping bags under the TV, took off her high heels, and then sat at the foot of the bed, massaging her calves, and said to me, "Did I wake you?" When she saw me shake my head to indicate no, she continued, "Go wash your face, I ordered something to eat."

Seeing that my mother didn't mention the adult magazines at all, I was happy to pretend nothing had happened, jumped out of bed, and slipped into the bathroom.

I had just started washing up when I heard a knock on the door and my mother answering. When I came out, I saw a trolley in the room with two servings of Italian soup, two servings of shrimp and lettuce salad, a serving of French-style roasted lamb chops, and a dish of foie gras with grilled prawns, along with two drinks.

My mother asked me what I wanted to eat, and I said anything was fine. She then offered me the foie gras. I took a couple of bites and found the taste strange. Seeing that I didn't like it, my mother swapped her lamb chops with mine. She peeled the prawns and put the meat on my plate; she herself only ate the foie gras. Seeing that my mother seemed to be in a good mood, I casually asked her, "Mom, what happened? When are we going home?"

Upon hearing this, my mother's expression immediately became blank. She stared at the ceiling for a long time before lowering her head and saying softly, "There are many things that are inconvenient to tell you right now, and I don't know how to tell you! I don't know when we can go home yet, maybe in a few more days."

At that time, because of my age, I didn't really care about these things. Seeing that my mother didn't want to talk about it, I didn't bother to ask her anymore; I just finished lunch, pushed the food cart out of the room, and started watching TV.

We didn't leave the room all day; dinner was also brought to the room. We stayed in the room, watching TV or chatting occasionally to pass the time.

My mother hadn't mentioned the adult magazines, and although I was surprised she hadn't punished me, I wasn't about to be foolish enough to remind her. Everything remained peaceful until around 11 PM. I remember we were watching TV together. My mother had been fine until suddenly her expression changed drastically, and she yawned five or six times. Then, as if she were cold, she started shivering slightly.

I asked her if she was alright, and she grabbed her handbag, casually replying, "I'm fine!" before rushing to the bathroom.

About ten minutes passed, and she hadn't come out. I started to worry and went to the bathroom door. I heard the sound of running water, but not my mother's voice. So, I knocked on the door and asked if she felt any better. After a while, there was still no response. I grew anxious and pounded on the door a few more times. Just as I was about to shout to ask if she was alright, the bathroom door opened from the inside. I then saw my mother, just like last night, appear before me wearing only a bath towel.

She seemed to have just showered, and her spirits were noticeably better than before; however, her eyes looked a little unfocused, and her cheeks were flushed, as if she were slightly drunk, or perhaps weak. She leaned slightly against the bathroom door, looking at me with a half-smile, and said, "I'm fine, don't worry. Go take a shower!"

Without waiting for me to get a change of clothes, she reached out and unbuttoned my shirt!

To be honest, even though she's my mother, I've never undressed in front of her in all these years, and I feel I'm not a child anymore! Suddenly seeing her start to undress me, I naturally took a step back to avoid her. But my mother's hand was gripping my shirt tightly, and the bathroom floor was slippery. With the pull of my body, my mother stumbled forward two or three steps.

Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal; however, because of this, the bath towel on my mother's body came loose and fell to the ground! In an instant, she stood naked before me. Although I had secretly peeked at my mother's naked body many times, the thrill of suddenly seeing her completely exposed at such close range was still quite shocking!

Her breasts trembled slightly with her breath, two glittering nipple rings hanging from her two large, dark nipples, reflecting each other; her pubic area was completely bare, smooth and incredibly beautiful. I was so captivated by my mother's naked body that I lost track of time until I saw her pick up a towel and wrap herself in it again, which brought me back to my senses.

I stole a glance at my mother's face and saw that she was staring at mine; we stared at each other for a while, both seemingly trying to guess what the other was thinking, and the atmosphere became increasingly awkward. Finally, I saw my mother come out of the bathroom and say to me, "Aren't you going to take a shower?" I seized the opportunity to agree and slipped into the bathroom.

I drowsily washed myself in the bathroom for a while, and only when I was drying myself did I realize I'd forgotten to bring a change of clothes. So, I did what my mother did, wrapping my lower body in a towel and going back to my room.

I saw my mother already wearing a bathrobe, standing by the TV with her back to me, seemingly searching for something in her travel bags. After a while, she turned to face me with a sweet smile and handed me a pair of cotton underwear, saying, "Here, my dear son, your underwear."

I took the underwear, unsure whether to untie the towel and put it on in front of my mother or go to the bathroom to change. While I hesitated, I was horrified to discover that the silk bathrobe my mother was wearing was almost see-through! Before, when her back was to me, I hadn't noticed, but now, facing her, I could clearly see that under her bathrobe, besides her nipple rings, there was nothing underneath—she wasn't even wearing underwear!

I stared intently at the pair of nipple rings on my mother's nipples, my thoughts gradually becoming muddled; and, foolishly, I couldn't resist my curiosity and blurted out, "Mom, do...does it hurt when you wear these?" As soon as I finished speaking, I realized I shouldn't have asked my mother such a question, and I felt extremely regretful, but the words were already out and couldn't be taken back; I could only pretend to go to the bathroom to put on my underwear to avoid embarrassment between us.

Just as I was about to turn around, I heard my mother casually reply, "It hurt a little when I first got my piercing, but I'm used to it now. It's like wearing an earring; it doesn't hurt anymore." Then, she stretched and pointed to the towel wrapped around my body, continuing, "What are you waiting for? Put your underwear on quickly. It's late; let's go to sleep."

I saw my mother waiting for me to change my underwear so openly, and I thought that it wouldn't be very manly of me to go to the bathroom to change. So, without hesitation, I untied the towel in front of her, brazenly revealing my newly developed penis; only then did I put on my underwear.

After I finished putting on my underwear, Mom suddenly hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear with a rather mournful tone, "Son, I haven't taken good care of you all these years. Do you hate me?"

I thought for a moment and answered her sincerely, "I don't care about anything else, I... I'm just unhappy that you've kept so many things from me!"

Mom initially shook her head, seemingly wanting to deny that she was hiding anything from me, but then she hesitated for a long time, smiled bitterly, and said, "I'm sorry! There were indeed many things I couldn't tell you in the past; but that doesn't mean Mom doesn't love you or trust you. It's just that you were young then, and I was afraid you wouldn't understand. Now that you're grown up, I swear from now on, Mom will never hide anything from you again!" Then her expression changed, she smiled sweetly, and continued, "However, we have to be fair. You can't hide anything from me either!"

In that instant, a feeling of "Mom is mine!" welled up inside me again. I nodded in agreement and kissed my mother's cheek, saying, "It's a promise!"

My mother smiled and nodded, then took my hand, turned off the room light, and groped her way to the bedside in the darkness. Then, she softly said to me, "Hold me!"

Without hesitation, I hugged her tightly as she instructed. Suddenly, I felt a warm, fragrant breeze on my nose, and then two hot lips were pressed against mine! Before I could react, I heard a soft "mmm" from my mother's nostrils. Then, I immediately felt my mother's tongue pass through my lips and into my mouth, licking and tracing its way across my tongue!

I had seen countless kisses between men and women in magazines and novels, but this was my first time actually kissing someone! I felt a burning sensation all over my body, an inexplicable rush of stimulation shooting from my mouth straight to my crotch, my penis instantly becoming erect. I met my mother's tongue with mine, and involuntarily pulled her even tighter, pressing my swollen, hard penis firmly against her lower abdomen!

My mother seemed to be holding me too tightly; she gently struggled, pushing me away slightly, and whispered, "Let's go to bed!" Then, she took my hand and we climbed onto the bed, lying side by side.

We lay quietly together for a while, then she suddenly turned to her side, pressing her thigh against mine, her mouth close to my ear, and whispered, "Hmm...hmm, do you want to kiss me again?"

Of course, I wanted to a million times more! I just didn't dare say it. Since my mother had asked first, I didn't even want to waste time saying "yes." I immediately turned my head towards her, pressing my lips to hers, my tongue plunging into her mouth, and we began a passionate kiss!

I remember the room was dark and quiet; we couldn't see each other's expressions. I could only feel my mother's nose gently rubbing against mine, her warm, fragrant breath brushing against my lips. All I could hear were our heavy breathing and the sounds of our tongues entwining. The feeling was indescribable. The more

we kissed, the more excited I became, and my penis grew harder. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I felt my mother slowly move her thigh, which had been pressing against my legs, upwards until it was over my erect penis. Then, she raised her thigh slightly, gently pressing it against the tip of my glans, rubbing it back and forth against my penis.

The pleasurable sensation sent a shiver through me, and my hand instinctively reached for my mother's breast. Just as I touched her breast, she seemed reluctant to move away, and stopped kissing me. I immediately berated myself for my rash actions and apologized to my mother, saying, "I'm sorry! I...I didn't mean to..."

Before I could finish, I felt my mother cover my mouth with her hand, preventing me from speaking. Then, I felt the bed shake for a moment; then, I heard my mother softly say, "You...you mustn't tell anyone about tonight!"

I didn't understand what my mother meant at the time and was about to ask her when she pressed herself against me and kissed me passionately again; I felt two small metal objects pressing lightly against my chest, and then I realized what was happening and immediately hugged my mother. Sure enough, my hands were on my mother's smooth skin; then, my hands began to caress my mother's bare back! At that moment, I felt both

excited and scared, as if I were dreaming. On one hand, I vaguely felt that this was wrong, but on the other hand, I really wanted to touch my mother's breasts! Just as I hesitated and struggled internally, my mother seemed to have read my mind. I felt her suddenly tighten her grip on my arm, slowly guiding my hand from her back to her chest; then, gently pressing the back of my hand, she placed my palm on her breast!

I immediately felt a warm, soft sensation in my palm, exquisitely wonderful! Naturally, I rubbed it a few times, feeling a slight itch as my palm was tickled by my mother's nipples and nipple rings, circle after circle. A strange impulse made me unable to resist pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger; then, I held my mother's large, fleshy nipple between my two fingers and twisted it quite forcefully a few times!

I heard a soft "ah" from deep in my mother's throat. Thinking I had hurt her, I immediately stopped pinching her nipples and wanted to apologize. But instead, she stopped kissing me, pressed her lips to my ear, and whispered in a daze, "Mmm...mmm! Harder...both!" At

first, I was hesitant, but she urged me to play with her nipples again. With her encouragement, I finally mustered the courage to gently push her body up a little and pinch her nipples with my fingers. Then, I began to pinch and play with them forcefully.

At first, I was afraid I would hurt her, but she seemed completely unaffected, instead letting out intoxicating moans! So I became more and more unrestrained, sometimes deliberately pulling her nipples down, occasionally flicking her nipple rings with my fingers, and pinching her nipples harder and harder.

I played with my mother's nipples for a few minutes, and just as I was about to try sucking on them, she suddenly pushed my hands away gently and said to me in a very serious tone, "Promise me, you won't tell anyone about tonight!" Without hesitation, I simply replied, "Don't worry!" Then I felt my mother start to take off my underwear!

I don't know if it was because my mother was really slow in taking off my underwear, or because I was too nervous, but I only remember that it took a very long time for her to remove it. My throbbing, hot penis, without the obstruction of my underwear, felt incredibly good as the air conditioning in the room blew on it! Even though it was pitch black in the room, I still closed my eyes, wanting to enjoy the pleasure of the "wind blowing on my penis."

But as soon as I closed my eyes, I heard my mother say very softly, "Don't be afraid, relax."

I didn't understand what was so scary, and just as I was about to ask her what she was afraid of, I suddenly felt my glans being gently bitten! Actually, the light bite didn't hurt at all; on the contrary, it felt quite stimulating and comfortable. It just came so suddenly that I instinctively dodged to the right. Immediately afterward, I heard my mother near my thigh, asking with concern, "Did it hurt?"

Because I was inexperienced at the time, I had no idea what was happening. It was only then that I suddenly realized my mother was giving me oral sex! I'd seen plenty of pictures of women sucking men's penises in magazines, but I could only guess at how pleasurable it felt. In an instant, I felt immense regret, regretting that I had dodged earlier. I was terrified that my mother wouldn't give me another chance. So, I quickly said to her, "No, it doesn't hurt! You…you help me again…"

Before I could finish, I felt my penis near my pubic hair being pinched by fingers. Then, I felt a wet, warm, indescribably pleasurable sensation on the glans!

I couldn't help but tremble a few times, and involuntarily let out several "ah" sounds from deep in my throat!

As I heard the occasional "thump, thump" sound, I felt my entire penis being completely taken into my mother's mouth. She slowly pulled it out, licked the urethral opening a few times with the tip of her tongue, and then sucked it all back into her mouth.

My mother performed oral sex on me like this for three or four minutes, and I was feeling incredibly comfortable. Suddenly, I felt my mother's mouth leave my penis, and I immediately felt a sense of loss. Just as I was wondering how to ask her to continue, I felt a tingling sensation in my scrotum. I immediately realized that my mother was licking my scrotum with her tongue! So, I remained still, trying to enjoy and experience the different pleasures between "blowjob" and "testicle licking"!

I only felt my mother's tongue licking my scrotum in circles, which felt a little itchy, but honestly, it wasn't as comfortable as the "blowjob" I had felt before.

Thankfully, she only licked for a short while before her tongue slowly moved away. My mother used her hands to spread my legs as wide as possible; then, I felt her tongue tip travel from the bottom of my scrotum all the way down until it touched my anus!

At that moment, I truly never dreamed that such a dirty place as defecating could be licked with a tongue! Especially since it was my own mother licking me; the feeling was unbelievable. I only felt my anus getting wet and numb from my mother's tongue licking it. Sometimes she would lick with the tip of her tongue, and sometimes she would insert her tongue into my anus, which felt strangely comfortable. The intense stimulation of having my mother lick the dirtiest part of my body made me even more excited!

I was enjoying my mother licking my anus for what seemed like an eternity; suddenly, I heard her between my legs say, "Don't move, try to relax!" Having learned from my previous experience, I thought, "This time, even if you bite me, I won't move!" But this time, although she didn't bite me, the shock was far greater than a real bite!

As soon as she finished speaking, I felt one of her fingers suddenly and unexpectedly plunge into my anus! Even worse, that finger was somehow wet and slippery, as if it were covered in soap, and it easily went all the way in, moving in and out repeatedly!

Instantly, my anus felt hot and uncomfortable, and I struggled to sit up, trying to stop her. But it seemed she had anticipated my movement; she pressed down on my chest with one hand, preventing me from sitting up. Then, I immediately felt her take my penis into her mouth again, continuing her oral sex! I was truly experiencing a bittersweet moment; the pleasure my mother's mouth was giving my penis and the discomfort her fingers were causing in my anus were intertwined endlessly!

This bittersweet feeling intensified as my mother's hand and mouth movements became faster and faster!

But strangely enough, after my mother's fingers had been in and out of my anus for a while, I was horrified to find that my anus wasn't as uncomfortable as it had been at the beginning; instead, it gradually began to feel a strange kind of pleasure. This pleasure seemed to slowly accumulate, becoming more and more intense with each in-and-out movement of my mother's fingers, until eventually, it felt even stronger than the sensation from my penis!

I couldn't help but let out a comfortable "Ah!" while my mind subtly wanted to push my penis deeper into my mother's mouth; so, without realizing it, I reached out my left hand, grabbed my mother's hair, and forcefully pressed her head down further. Perhaps my weight was making it hard for Mom to breathe, she grabbed my left hand and pulled it between her legs. Then, she pushed my palm against her vulva, spitting out my penis from her mouth, and gasped, "Mmm... mmm, touch me!"

In the darkness, I felt an unusual wetness where my left hand touched. I knew it was Mom's vaginal opening, the gateway to this world fifteen years ago!

I ran my fingers around Mom's vaginal opening, feeling the wetness all around. There were two thick lumps of flesh on either side, soft and slippery to the touch, which felt quite fun. A little above the two lumps was their meeting point. I pressed it with my thumb and discovered a small, round, slightly hardened fleshy bead hidden in the center. Every time I rubbed this bead-sized fleshy ball with my fingers, Mom seemed to shudder with stimulation!

For some reason, I suddenly had a strange urge and couldn't help but squeeze my index and middle fingers together, holding them straight up. Then, I thrust them hard into my mother's vagina! A warm, wet, and soft sensation traveled back from my fingers; the feeling was so wonderful that I couldn't help but push harder, hoping to push my fingers in even deeper. My mother immediately let out a soft "Oh," and said, "Don't just push it in, move it!"

I misunderstood that she wanted me to move my fingers, bending and straightening them; so, I frantically dug my two fingers into her vagina! My mother immediately yelled for me to stop; then, she lifted her waist and sat down, creating a thrusting motion. Only then did I understand how to use my fingers to play with my "homeland"!

As the saying goes, once you understand one principle, you understand everything. Now that I had learned how to insert my fingers into my vagina, I immediately thought of the fingers my mother had used to insert into my anus—why were they so wet! At that moment, I thought to myself, "Great! It's my turn to try fucking your asshole!" So, I inserted my ring finger into my mother's vagina, and kept inserting and removing three fingers for a while until they were soaked with her juices. Then, I slowly moved my ring finger to her anus, mimicking how she had done it to my anus, and mercilessly returned the favor with a "straight to the heart" move!

I don't know if it was because I was inexperienced or because my mother was skilled, but apart from her breathing becoming noticeably faster, she didn't seem to have any other discomfort. But this made me even bolder in messing with my mother's two holes. I don't understand why I always wanted to make my mother uncomfortable; it was as if that was what excited me. So, I just kept thrusting my fingers in and out wildly, bending and straightening them inside her, digging and probing, deliberately torturing her as much as possible.

My mother was inserting her fingers into my anus while sucking on my penis; and I was using three fingers to simultaneously play with her vagina and anus. We did this for a few minutes; then Mom suddenly stopped, pulled her finger out of my anus, and released her mouth from my penis. She breathed heavily and said, "Take your finger out, and lie back in a little."

I was really enjoying myself, and although I felt a little helpless hearing her say that, I had no choice but to do as she said. I first pulled my finger out of Mom's vagina and anus; then, I slowly moved back a little to the right side of the bed. As soon as I lay down, I felt the whole bed vibrate, and then I felt Mom straddling me!

I felt Mom first grasp my penis with her hand. Then, the tip of my penis felt a little wet, and suddenly I felt Mom's body sink down; then, I heard a "squeak," and at the same time, a warm, incredibly comfortable sensation came from my penis. After that, I was intoxicated by that comfortable feeling, feeling completely relaxed, as if I were floating on clouds!

I don't remember how much time passed, only that my mind was blank. The creaking of the spring mattress echoed in my ears, and my consciousness and thoughts became hazy. The only thought in my mind was: "Really? Am I really having sex with my mother?" The thought of penetrating my mother's vagina, of actually having sex with a woman, immediately brought a surge of intense pleasure. I felt my penis growing increasingly engorged, my mother's vagina gripping it tightly, and the glans becoming increasingly numb and painful!

Suddenly, my muscles convulsed uncontrollably, followed by several spurts of heat, one after another, shooting out from my urethra and into my mother's vagina. That was how I ended my virginity!

Shortly after ejaculating, I felt my mother stand up, pulling my penis out of her vagina; then, she slowly lay down beside me. Suddenly, a strange thought struck me: I wanted to see what my mother's vulva looked like after I ejaculated on her! So, without any sense of the consequences, I sat up and reached for the bedside lamp!

As soon as the bedside lamp turned on, I immediately saw my mother lying naked beside me, her legs slightly parted. She glanced at me, and whether it was the bright light or something else, she quickly covered her face with her hands, saying urgently, "Ah! Why did you turn on the light? Turn it off..."

Half an hour ago, I would have immediately turned off the light as she asked. But for some reason, I suddenly felt a surge of masculinity, filling me with confidence and courage, and I actually dared to refuse my mother's request outright. "No! I want to see." After saying that, without waiting for her to object, I sat forward a little, focusing my gaze on my mother's vulva; then, I used my hands to spread her legs as wide as possible, and began to carefully observe my mother's vulva!

Mom struggled slightly, then closed her legs back to their original position. Seeing her uncooperative attitude, I was both angry and anxious, and slapped her thigh hard! Surprisingly, this slap made Mom become obedient, completely ceasing her struggles. So I slapped her other thigh again, and in a tentative tone commanded her, "Come on, open your legs a little wider, I can't see!" Sure enough, Mom obediently spread her legs herself!

I could see that Mom's vulva was white and smooth, appearing exceptionally full because her pubic hair had always been shaved.

The entire vaginal opening was wet, and I could see two thick labia, opening and closing slightly with her breathing!

The more I looked, the more interesting it became, and suddenly I saw some off-white, pasty liquid slowly seeping from Mom's vagina. I knew that was the semen I had ejaculated inside her earlier. I watched it slowly flow from my mother's vagina to her anus, and then onto the sheets. So, I used my right index and middle fingers to catch the semen on her anus and smear it back into her vagina.

But then even more semen flowed out. I suddenly remembered poking my mother's vagina with my fingers in the dark earlier, and a childlike impulse arose within me. I held up three fingers and rubbed them back and forth at the entrance of her vagina, coating them with a mixture of semen and vaginal secretions. Then, I aimed them at her vaginal opening, measured them, and pushed forward forcefully, inserting all three fingers completely into her vagina. Then

I began to play with her vagina in and out! My mother lay on the bed, her hands covering her face, her legs spread wide, her breasts and large nipples rhythmically trembling as I masturbated her. Her breathing also gradually quickened. The more I poked, the more fun I found it, and I felt my palms and the backs of my hands getting wetter and wetter. Suddenly, I remembered seeing a scene in a foreign adult magazine where a woman had her entire hand inserted into her vagina! I immediately thought, "If I don't try it now, when will I?"

With that wicked thought, I felt an unusual excitement! I couldn't resist pulling out three fingers first, then gathering all five into a bird's beak shape, aiming it at my mother's vaginal opening, and forcefully shoving it inside. Immediately, I heard my mother scream "Ouch!" I turned to look at her, and saw that she had released her hands and was no longer covering her face. She was staring at me with a very strange expression, seemingly both surprised and delighted, yet also with an expression that was hard to tell whether it was ecstasy or pain!

Her pupils seemed to be shooting out strange light, and her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. We stared at each other for a while before she closed her eyes and began to breathe rapidly!

I looked down at the space between my mother's legs and realized that my entire palm and the back of my hand were completely buried inside her vagina! The scene before me was incredibly stimulating, and I couldn't help but use my hand like a pile driver, thrusting it in and out of her vagina repeatedly! As my pile-driving motions increased in speed, I heard a series of "squeak, squeak" sounds, and my mother's breathing became increasingly rapid, until she was panting heavily.

I continued to masturbate her vagina intensely for about three or four minutes, when suddenly I felt her whole body tremble violently. When I looked at her, I saw that her muscles were tense, her face was filled with a blissful expression, her head was slowly tilted back, her elbows were on the bed, and she was slowly raising her trembling upper body. She placed her palms close to her breasts, and simultaneously inserted her index fingers through her nipple rings, forcefully pushing the rings forward, stretching her two large nipples long and completely deformed!

Immediately, I felt a powerful suction from my mother's vagina, tightly gripping my hand; so I had no choice but to thrust even harder. But this meant that what had initially been just past my wrist was now pushing in halfway down my forearm with each thrust! Since it was my first time doing this with a woman's vagina, seeing my hand penetrating deeper and deeper into my mother's body filled me with both excitement and fear. Seeing my mother's expression, a mixture of pleasure and pain, I naturally lessened the pressure in my hand.

Suddenly, my mother raised her head, her expression urgent and tense, her eyes fixed on me, and in a desperate, almost pleading tone, she said, "Don't...don't stop! Thrust harder...thrust as hard as you can...! Hurry up..."

Seeing my mother's constant urging, I gritted my teeth and increased the pressure and speed of my hand, relentlessly masturbating her vagina! The frenzied pounding continued for several minutes. Suddenly, Mom let out a long scream, followed by convulsions throughout her body, her vagina and legs tensing even more violently! I vaguely remembered this scene happening before, the day I secretly watched Mom being anally penetrated by Fengping; Mom had the same expression at the end! I secretly thought to myself, "This must be what the books call a woman's orgasm!"

Just as I was lost in thought and no longer paying attention to Mom, I suddenly felt a burning sensation on my cheek, as if I had been sprayed with some liquid! I instinctively and immediately moved my whole body backward, and as a result, my hand, which was inserted into Mom's vagina, slid out with a "pop" as I retreated! I looked at Mom with a start and was horrified to see several streams of liquid, I couldn't tell if it was urine or something else, shooting out like water arrows from the top of Mom's vagina and splashing onto the sheets! It was the same liquid that had sprayed onto my cheek earlier.

The more I looked, the more astonished I became, wondering how much of this liquid Mom had sprayed out? I carefully counted, and saw that Mom sprayed about ten times in a row, then stopped. Afterwards, Mom looked completely exhausted, her eyes tightly closed, her brows furrowed, her beautiful hair a mess, and she didn't move except for faint breathing, lying with her arms and legs completely spread out, like a starfish.

I didn't know if Mom was asleep; so I gently called her twice. Mom seemed extremely tired, only vaguely humming through her nostrils as a response, and then remained motionless, seemingly asleep.

Seeing Mom asleep, I also felt a little sleepy, so I lay down next to her, pressing my left hand and thigh against her. I felt Mom's naked body was soft, and it felt so comfortable to press against her. My mind kept replaying everything that had just happened, feeling as if it were a dream, my heart filled with joy and sorrow, sometimes happy, sometimes feeling like I had done something wrong. Thinking and thinking, I unconsciously fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, I only remember being woken up by a gust of cold wind, and realizing I wasn't wearing any clothes. So, I reached for the blanket on the bed to cover myself and go back to sleep, only to find that my mother wasn't there.

I got up and looked at the digital clock on the bedside table, realizing it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. I thought my mother must have gone out to buy something again, and I was about to lie back down when I heard her come in from outside.

At that moment, I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a strong urge to hug my mother; so, forgetting that I was naked, I jumped out of bed and went towards the door. I saw my mother carrying several bags and packages, busy closing the door. I immediately went over to her warmly, wanting to help her with her things and give her a hug.

To my surprise, when Mom saw me approaching naked, her attitude completely changed from the intimate one last night. She reverted to her usual self, giving me a cold glare and saying in an almost scolding tone, "What are you doing? You're so old, still running around the room naked, aren't you ashamed?"

In an instant, all my enthusiasm was extinguished by Mom's icy words. Shocked and utterly disappointed, I almost burst into tears. I suppressed my resentment, opened my travel bag, grabbed some clothes, and slipped into the bathroom without looking back! I was utterly baffled by Mom's inconsistent attitude, feeling both angry and bewildered.

I washed up and put on my clothes, but still felt resentful. Instead of leaving immediately, I plopped down on the toilet, letting my mind wander aimlessly. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, feeling like Mom had played me!

I sat on the toilet for almost twenty minutes. I was originally going to be stubborn with my mom and sit there for another hour or two, but the huge bathroom was just too boring, and with all the physical exertion from last night, I finally succumbed to boredom and my rumbling stomach, and decided to go back to my room, feeling utterly dejected.

As soon as I opened the bathroom door, I vaguely heard my mother talking on the phone. When I came out of the bathroom and returned to the room, I saw her sitting on the windowsill, holding a cell phone, her head down, gazing out the window, talking to someone.

She was almost entirely listening to the other person, only occasionally responding with a "yes" or "okay." Finally, I heard her say, "What time? Okay, no problem, I'll wait for you. Yes, it's the seventh floor, room 706."

I was angry and hungry at the time, and seeing my mother so engrossed in her phone call, completely ignoring my feelings, I waited until she hung up. Then, I grabbed my purse and deliberately said loudly, "I'm going out to eat!"

My mother's response was quite strange. She neither said "okay" nor "no," but said in a very tense tone, "Don't go out, it's too dangerous!"

I couldn't understand what danger there was in going out to eat in broad daylight. Besides, I had been cooped up in my room for two days in Shenzhen and was going crazy. The angrier I got, and in a moment of impulsiveness, I sneered, "What danger could there be? Unless your men cause you trouble, what's there to be afraid of in broad daylight?"

Hearing this, my mother turned pale and immediately pressed me for details, asking, "How...how did you know? How much do you know? Did you run into their people?"

For some reason, after last night's events, the awe I used to have for my mother seemed to have vanished completely! I felt she shouldn't treat me like a child anymore, hiding everything from me. At that moment, I felt extremely resentful towards her, thinking to myself, "Since I've already said it, I might as well go all out and confront her!"

So, I mustered my courage, walked up to my mother, stared into her eyes, and said, "How much do I know? I know Aunt Ping, the bald guy who died in the news, the Zhang guy lying in the hospital, and countless other men; including me, of course, all of them have slept with you! All of them have had affairs with you!"

Actually, as soon as I said that, I expected to get slapped; sure enough, as soon as I finished speaking, I saw my mother jump up from the windowsill, and I immediately felt a burning sensation on my left cheek! At that moment, I still felt that I had done nothing wrong, so despite the slap, I felt even more righteous; so, I continued unyieldingly, "Go ahead and hit me! Those men beat and abused you, and you didn't fight back, but now you're hitting me! Ha...ha, who told me to have a mother like this? I deserve to be beaten to death!"

I finished speaking in one breath, and then I saw my mother trembling with anger! I thought the second slap was coming right away, but instead, she suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, slowly sitting back on the windowsill, leaning over and pressing her head against her knees, her hands clasped tightly together, sobbing as she said, "You're right! I... I had no right to hit you! I originally hoped to spend two more days with you as a normal mother and child, and then... to do that with you!

But now there's no time, so last night... that's when I finally did it with you! Or maybe I was just being delusional, thinking that I could be a real mother a little longer before dark, but I didn't even have that much time!" The more

I listened, the more confused I became, completely bewildered. Understanding what my mother was saying, I couldn't help but ask her, "What do you mean you don't have time?"

My mother raised her head, slowly sat up, leaned against the glass window, and gestured to the bed for me to sit down first. Then, her gaze was fixed on my face as she asked me, "You... when did you find out about me and Feng Yunshan?"

I hesitated for a moment, thinking that it seemed this matter couldn't be kept secret any longer. So, I told her everything: how I had accidentally seen my mother helping Feng Yunshan drink his urine in the bathroom, how she had been having sex with Zhang Anshi and Feng Ping in the living room, and of course, how I had been peeping through the window every night!

After I finished speaking, my mother looked quite surprised and murmured to herself, "Could it really be that everything is preordained?" Then, she sighed heavily, stared at the ceiling, and slowly said, "Back then, I wronged your father. He was angry and left me. Later, I also left my hometown and came to Shenzhen to work. I was only twenty-six years old then, still young, and couldn't endure hardship. Soon... soon I became someone's mistress."

I wanted to ask her what I had wronged my father about, but I was afraid of interrupting her, so I suppressed my curiosity and listened to her continue, "Over the years, I've forgotten how many men I've been with. Until two years ago, I met your Aunt Ping by chance; soon I started dating your Aunt Ping..."

I suddenly realized and exclaimed, "Oh dear!" I said, "You dated Aunt Ping, then... then isn't that what they call lesbians in books?"

I saw my mother blush slightly and whisper, "Yes! Your Aunt Ping and I are lesbians."

I couldn't resist my curiosity any longer and immediately asked my mother, " "Don't you...don't you like men at all?"

Mom looked around for a moment, her face flushing slightly, and said softly, "No, I...I like both men and women...anyway, as long as I feel I love him, that's enough!"

I wanted to ask Mom if she loved me, but as soon as I opened my mouth, she waved her hand, signaling me not to ask so much. So, I could only sit obediently and listen to her continue. "At that time, I was a free agent, without a boss to take care of me; Fengping said her boss was a retired high-ranking official who knew many big bosses, and asked if I wanted her to keep an eye out for me. I said yes. Sure enough, a few days later she said a boss had taken a liking to me."

I said, thinking I was being clever, "Bald fat guy Feng Yunshan!"

But Mom smiled bitterly and shook her head, saying, "His surname is Qu, he's a mid-level military officer, and he'll be picking us up later."

I asked curiously, "Picking us up?"

Mom nodded and answered, "Yes, later, that guy surnamed Qu will be picking us up...taking us to meet someone. Tonight..."

She stopped there. She suddenly stopped, turning the conversation back to the man surnamed Qu, and continued, "I didn't spend much time with him, less than two months, before we broke up. Later, your Aunt Ping introduced me to Feng Yunshan. She didn't want me to be with Feng Yunshan; because he… because he's a sexual pervert, your Aunt Ping was afraid I couldn't handle it! But Feng Yunshan was so generous, and your Aunt Ping… she also likes sadomasochism, and after being with her for a while, I also… I also like being with someone! Plus, your grandmother happened to be sick around that time, so I asked Feng Ping to arrange for me to be with Feng Yunshan."

I finally couldn't help but interject, "I see! I've always wondered how you met that bald, fat guy."

My mother ignored me and continued, "Initially, things were generally good, especially financially. But after your grandmother passed away, I brought you to live with me in Guangzhou, and Feng Yunshan gradually became more and more dissatisfied with me."

I was quite curious about how this got involved with me, so… I immediately asked, "What does this have to do with me?"

My mother sighed softly and said, "It's entirely because I'm afraid... I'm afraid you'll find out... afraid you'll find out that I'm a prostitute! I try my best to keep you away from those people; so, I often refuse him. He's spent so much money on me, and of course he's unhappy that I often refuse him because of you."

I nodded to show that I understood, but some details were still unclear, so I couldn't help but ask my mother again, "If Fatty Feng doesn't come to our house, where do you go with him...?"

My mother said... She said, "Sometimes I go to hotels, sometimes I go to your Aunt Ping's house." Then, she looked up, stared blankly for a while, and slowly continued, "About four or five months ago, one day, Feng Yunshan invited me to your Aunt Ping's house. At that time, besides the three of us, there was Aunt Ping's boss Zhang Anshi and three other men." She paused for a moment before continuing shyly, "That day I wasn't feeling well, and those five...five men tied me up and messed with me for a long time. I couldn't take it anymore and almost fainted."

Zhang Anshi and Feng Yunshan injected me with some acupuncture drugs; afterwards, I… I was able to do this to them until dawn without any problems! But after two or three days, I discovered that those drugs were addictive, just like narcotics. I had to ask Feng Yunshan for more. He gave me some acupuncture drugs, but instructed me not to tell anyone.

However, I still told your Aunt Ping about it. After hearing this, she started secretly observing and finally discovered that this drug was a new generation of narcotics developed by Zhang Anshi and Feng Yunshan together. Not only was it more addictive than heroin, but it also had a strong aphrodisiac effect. "

I probably found it too unbelievable at the time, and my face naturally showed a disbelieving expression. My mother, of course, noticed, so she blushed and whispered, 'Last night, I had a drug withdrawal and went to the bathroom to get an injection, and then I couldn't help it... I couldn't help but go to bed with you early!' I

was a little confused, so I asked my mother, 'You said early? Do you mean...?'

Before I could finish, my mother nodded and said, 'Yes! Originally, I planned to tell you the whole story tonight; and then, I would... go to bed with you.' After saying that, she sighed heavily and continued, 'However, this also...'" "Okay, whatever's coming will come."

The more I listened, the more astonished I became, but I didn't know where to begin, so I just listened silently as my mother continued. "After your Aunt Ping discovered their secret, she planned to blackmail them. She made a copy of the formula for manufacturing that kind of drug and told me to hide it. The day before yesterday morning, she suddenly called and said that she was going to confront them immediately, and told you and me to get ready so that the three of us could leave Guangzhou as soon as we got the money. At that time, you had gone to school and hadn't come back yet. I was so worried that I was about to go to the school to find you; but who knew... who knew..."

My mother became more and more upset as she spoke, and finally she couldn't help but cry. She cried for over ten minutes before slowly stopping, but still sobbing as she said, "I was planning to go to your school to find you right away, but as soon as I got dressed, your Aunt Ping called again. She said Zhang Anshi and Feng Yunshan were fighting in her living room! Before I could even ask if she had told them, I heard her scream on the phone, 'Godfather, why did you kill Brother Feng?' Then, Feng Ping's phone seemed to fall to the ground, but since the connection wasn't lost, I answered a couple more times. Then I heard Zhang Anshi angrily say in the distance, 'You bitch, you dare fight back!' And then... and then, I heard your Aunt Ping scream!"

My mother started crying again as she spoke. I went to the bathroom and grabbed... I gave her a hot towel and poured her a cup of boiling water, placing the cup on the windowsill where she was sitting. Then, I handed her the hot towel. "Here, wipe your face and rest for a bit."

My mother took the towel, wiped away the tears streaming down her face, rubbed her slightly red and swollen eyes, rested for a while, and then put down the towel, saying, "I knew something must have happened to Fengping! So, I rushed to her house. When I got there, there were already many police officers downstairs, an ambulance, and a large crowd. The scene was quite chaotic. I squeezed my way forward and then I saw... I saw Fengping lying on the road, covered in blood!"

Seeing that my mother was getting more and more agitated, I went over and gently patted her shoulder, signaling her not to be too sad.

Mom nodded, patted my hand back, and took a deep breath, saying, "At that time, I didn't understand what had happened. My mind was in complete chaos. I was thinking of finding a policeman to find out what had happened when I saw a medical worker and a policeman, one on each side, helping Zhang Anshi to Fengping's body.

The policeman pointed to Fengping's corpse, and Zhang Anshi immediately nodded and shouted, 'It was this crazy woman! She went crazy and killed my friend with a knife! I tried to stop her, and she slashed me too! After she injured me, she laughed maniacally and jumped off the balcony.' I heard Zhang Anshi..." " When Shi said that, I knew he was lying. Actually, he killed both Feng Yunshan and Feng Ping!"

I heard my mother say that the real culprit was Zhang Anshi. I didn't understand why she didn't immediately call the police, but then I heard her continue: "When I heard Zhang Anshi framing Feng Ping for the murder, I was about to go up to the police and tell them the truth. But just then, several high-ranking police officers appeared. I saw them walk up to Zhang Anshi, some greeting him, some offering him cigarettes, being incredibly enthusiastic. I thought to myself, given my status, how could I possibly testify against him for the murder! So I decided to go home first and think of a way later."

My mother continued... She suddenly stopped, sighed deeply, and said, "If I had known things would turn out this way, I should have risked my life to confront him! It's all because I was cowardly. I'm sorry to Fengping, and even more sorry to you!"

I was quite puzzled, not understanding what my mother had done to wrong me, so I asked her, "Apologize to me?"

My mother didn't explain immediately, but continued, "Less than five minutes after I got home, I received a call from Xiao Dong, one of Zhang Anshi's subordinates. Xiao Dong had received many favors from Fengping before and had been secretly doing things for your Aunt Ping. He said Zhang Anshi had just asked him to bring..." "People came to arrest us. He told me to leave as soon as possible and said Zhang Anshi wanted us dead!"

I couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah!" I said, "That phone call, Aunt Ping didn't hang up before she died! You know he killed them, and he also knows you know he killed them. So you were really wrong. If you had immediately testified against him at the scene, whether you could have or not, he wouldn't have dared to do anything to you right away. But by hiding, Zhang dared to deal with you!"

My mother said with a helpless expression, "I only realized my mistake afterward, but what good was it! I was so anxious at the time, luckily my luggage was packed early, and you just happened to be there..." "It's time to come back; so I'll take you to Shenzhen to lay low for a while."

I thought for a moment and said, "That's not a solution either. Given how powerful that Zhang guy is, he'll find us soon!"

My mother sighed heavily and said, "Because I realized that too, I made another mistake. On the train, I called that officer surnamed Qu whom I used to be close to. I heard he's been doing very well in his career these past two years, currently an assistant in the Central Military Commission. I know he has a wide network, so I wanted to see if he could help me."

I thought to myself, if a high-ranking active-duty central military officer were backing me, let alone Zhang... An Shi, a retired local official, was someone even the current one wouldn't need to fear; therefore, not understanding why his mother said she had contacted the wrong person, he couldn't help but ask her curiously, "What happened? Did that Qu guy not remember our past friendship?"

His mother shook her head with a wry smile and said, "No, not at all. I told him the whole story, and he told me to find a hotel to stay in first, saying he would find a way to help me. As a result, he asked me to meet him at the coffee shop downstairs early yesterday morning."

His mother picked up the glass of water beside her, took a sip, closed her eyes, and seemed to be thinking for a while before slowly opening her eyes and saying, "As soon as we met, he said he had already sent..." "People have investigated, and it's true that Zhang Anshi sent many people to look for us. He also said that with his current strength, he can only protect us temporarily, not for life! Only his superior can deal with Zhang Anshi. He said he couldn't guarantee whether his superior would help me, nor did he know what conditions his superior would demand. He could only take me to see his superior, and whether the negotiations succeeded was up to me!"

She sighed softly and continued, "As a result, yesterday morning, I went with the man surnamed Qu to see his superior..."

Seeing my mother stop again, I thought that the man surnamed Qu wouldn't agree to help us; therefore, I couldn't help but feel nervous and immediately asked my mother, "What's wrong? He won't help us?"

My mother paused for a moment with a very strange expression before saying, "He agreed, but he wants me... he wants me..."

Seeing my mother stammering and not finishing her sentence, I couldn't hold back any longer and urged her, "What does he want? Money?"

My mother lowered her head, took a breath, and said, "He wants me to hand over the formula for making drugs; he also wants me... he wants me... he wants me to stay with him for a month!"

After hearing this, I couldn't believe it and jumped up in surprise, saying, "What? We'll stay with him?"

My mother, her face contorted with embarrassment, said, "Yes! He said he'd experienced everything in his life, but never... never been with you two, mother and son. If I agreed, he guaranteed he'd take care of Zhang Anshi within a month, making him disappear from the face of the earth! He'd also give us a share of the money afterwards."

I finally began to understand, but I was still somewhat skeptical; so I immediately asked my mother, "How do you know he really has that much ability? Zhang is rich and powerful, not easy to deal with. What if he can't handle him? Wouldn't we be at a huge loss?"

My mother said, "I've thought about that too; so I asked him to demonstrate his abilities before I decided whether to agree. As a result, this morning, Qu Yaozong came to find me again and took me to a prison in the suburbs under the National Security Bureau. I saw that Zhang Anshi had already been arrested by them." "Get up!"

I couldn't believe their power was so terrifying, but then I still didn't understand some things, so I asked my mother, "Since that guy surnamed Zhang has been locked up, why didn't you let me out just now?"

My mother sighed and said, "I wasn't afraid you'd run into that guy surnamed Zhang, I was afraid the people sent by the Central Military Commission Hong to monitor us would misunderstand if they saw you go out."

I asked in surprise, "Why is he monitoring us?"

My mother hesitated for a while before blushing and saying, "Because tonight we...we're going to sleep with him together! The Central Military Commission Hong is afraid I'll change my mind, so he sent people ostensibly to protect us, but actually to monitor us and prevent us from leaving this hotel."

I suddenly had a strange feeling, as if my mother had betrayed me! So, I looked at her very seriously and asked, "Mom, I just want to know, if this hadn't happened, would you have slept with me?"

Mom didn't answer immediately. After a moment of silence, she said softly

, "I don't know myself." I was very dissatisfied with her answer and was about to press her further when I heard a few knocks on the door. Then, Mom stood up from the windowsill and slowly walked to the door. She suddenly turned around, gave me a seemingly apologetic look, and then opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, I saw a rather tall, middle-aged man, about forty years old, with a bronze complexion, wearing a light brown plaid short-sleeved shirt and dark blue suit trousers. His expression was as taut as his muscles. He carried a small black leather bag and strode in.

[To be continued]

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